He and I
by Sebastian
Disclaimer: Characters created by 1013.
Pairing: M/K
Rated: Um. The lowest. Whatever that is. No sex, no swearing, no violence!
Spoilers: Sleepless, sort of.
Apologies: To all... blame it on a surfeit of Samuel Beckett
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Sun caught his hands, busy hands, moving the paper. Sun on the paper, riffling through. Early sun, golden sun, low through the dusty window. Hands on the wheel, guiding it surely; now to the left, the right, holding a course, elegant hands, long fingers, pale nails, oval nails, oval nails tapping the wheel, now to the left...
Early sun, golden sun, low through the dusty window, low voice, words, long words, telling him this, telling him... Long, pointless words, he needn't listen...
Oval nails tapping the wheel, hands on the wheel, busy hands, moving the paper. Sun caught his hands, busy hands, moving the paper, sun riffling through...
Warm musky smell; this man. Who is this man? Holding the file, my file? Who is he? Lights. Dazzling. Swirling. Lights, the lights. Change!
Another thought.
Man with the file; he puts it down. Why? I don't know him. He doesn't belong. Invasive. Invading my work. Where is he from; invading, intruding? He's an intruder. They don't trust me, not trusted. Suspicious. The lights. I see the lights, and they tell me, make me...
Another thought. Thought.
Man. Invader. In my car. Invading my work. My car. Man, in the seat. Body, head, arms, legs, in the seat. Musky smell. Invading the car. This man. Man smell. Warm. Warm body; legs. Warm, strong leg, strong thigh. Straining the cloth. Thigh. Straining the cloth. Warm thigh.
Thought.
Sleep. No sleep. How would it feel? Don't want to sleep. The light. Swirling. The light. It tells me...
Now to the left, guiding the car. Tapping the wheel. Nails, tapping the wheel. Sun caught his hands, busy hands, moving the paper. Sun on the paper, riffling through. Early sun, golden sun, low through the dusty window. Golden in his hair, low through the dusty window. Busy hands, inquisitive hands, need to watch them.
Spy on them.
No sleep. How does it feel?
Tap on the wheel.
Strong thigh. Warm thigh.
Tapping on the wheel.
Musky smell.
Pale, oval nails, tapping on the wheel.
Man with the file. Invader. In my car. Invading my work. My car. Man, in the seat. Body, head, arms, legs, in the seat.
Musky smell.
Early sun, golden sun, low through the dusty window. Golden in his hair, low through the dusty window. Busy hands, inquisitive hands. Hands on the wheel.
No sleep. Dazzling, swirling lights. They tell me, make me think... think...
Change.
Strong thigh. Invader. Invasive. Don't trust...
Mulder's hands.
Sleep. Lights.
Krycek.
End
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