Symbiotic by rowanberry
Rated: G
rowanberry @ rocketmail.com


They gazed at one another, and the air seemed to spark and 
ignite. The imaginary whoosh of gas meeting flame was almost 
audible in the basement. Invisible heat lapped at their skin 
like little ardent tongues of fire. Beads of sweat broke out 
upon two brows, the moisture ineffective against the blaze of 
a desire strong enough to render them incapable of speech. 

Neither made a move, muscles were frozen like blocks ice, 
divergent to the frenzied fervour causing the blood in their 
veins to boil and bubble. They sat opposite each other, the 
surface of the desk stretched far and wide between them, like 
a desert separating a parched man from his oasis.  

The tension that had been there between them was stronger now 
than ever. It was the kind of energy that previously turned 
an affectionate moment into a self-conscious encounter. In 
this moment they were so far beyond the point of awkwardness 
it left them hovering in a place where desire became a 
physical entity unto its own.

The four walls were closing in on them, bookshelves seemed to 
shuffle forward, fax machines and photocopiers crowded around 
forming a barricade with the filing cabinets. They were 
trapped in together, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, no way 
to deny that the air was growing thick and heady with a need 
for physical expression.

These two creatures separated by belief systems, science and 
personal crusades each needed the other to survive, despite 
the obvious differences. Two minds, two lives so completely 
intertwined that nature had to intervene. There was no choice 
to make, no doubts left, no reasons to deny what was real; it 
was a matter of biology.

Gradually their chairs scraped backward against the floor. 
The humming of the electrical equipment grew dim as the blood 
rushed like river rapids through their ears. The office 
compressed itself even more. The pressure building in the pit 
of their stomachs reached breaking point. Their bodies 
screamed for attention. The desk was shoved aside, tingling 
fingertips reached for skin that prickled in anticipation.  

They were close. Close enough to be devoured by their 
agonizing need to become one organism. Her mouth opened and 
drew him in; the slide of his tongue against hers sent 
particles of space matter hurtling through their internal 
solar systems. Asteroids and comets collided, stars began to 
explode and fall like multi coloured fireworks. Black holes 
sucked their consciousness into unknown depths. Thought 
systems were shut down and all that mattered was taste, 
touch, and sensation.

A pair of eyes opened, the blue of the irises imperceptible 
in the dark. A shaky breath was audible then light flooded a 
room. Dana Scully sat up in bed, her heart still thumping 
like a bass drum. The dream was all too fleeting but the 
message was clear; symbiotic was the nature of her 
relationship with Fox Mulder. 

***End*** Thanks for your time.