Traces of Autumn
by Slippin' Mickeys
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CLASSIFICATION: V, A, R

RATING: PG

SUMMARY: The result of watching "City Of Angels" one too many times.

KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully romance. 

SPOILERS: None.

DISCLAIMER: HA! Don't need one. 

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: To the loyal support of the XFFFA (X-Files fanfiction
Anonymous) over at the XFFFA site
(http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Keep/2355/  ) , which I recommend for
anyone who's hooked on fanfic. And of course, to the chat chicks of Monday
night.

ARCHIVE: Please! Just keep my name and email address attached, and let
me know where it's going to be so that I can visit!

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NOTE: This is technically a character death, BUT- I for one, won't touch
character deaths, and I actually wrote this. It's a different brand of CD.
I promise. So, come on, if I can write it, YOU can read it! 


Traces of Autumn
By Slippin' Mickeys
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It smelled that day of Autumn.

A cool, crisp freshness remembered like a childhood. Of earth and
amber-touched leaves speckling the landscape, carried low to the ground by
a sun-warmed, sweet-smelling breeze.

She could still smell his essence. A tangy aroma of spicy after-shave,
highlighted by  the salty effervescence of sunflower seeds, and dark, rich
redolence that was purely him.

The day looked, and sounded, and felt, and tasted of him.

Of the dark black leather of his favorite coat. Smooth and cool under her
touch, enveloping her senses and herself in a cocoon of memory.

Of the grip of his hand in hers, warm and dry. Squeezing on occasion with a
reassurance of safety and love.

Of his voice. Deep and rich, a steady cadence of humor, intelligence and
wit. Thick, warm, and gravely, like honey dripped over sand.

Of his smile, beaming but rare, like a solar eclipse. Bringing with it
every time, a surge of excitement and emotion.

She could close her eyes and feel his cheek next to hers, his raspy five
o'clock shadow scratching her skin like a warm wool blanket on a cold
December night. Its comfort a blessing.

She could feel and taste his kisses, each one like the first; new and
passionate. His mouth a cavern of keen heat and fervent emotion. Each kiss
ending with a promise of more.

She remembered his looks of surprise and adoration, anger and merriment,
rapture and grief. She remembered his laugh and his whistle, and recalled
with perfect clarity his hugs and kisses, his playful slaps and tickles.
She remembered the way he felt, the way he sounded, the way he smelled and
tasted and looked. 

She would always carry his memory, blanketing her with love and hope. 

It smelled that day of Autumn, and she breathed it in, and whispered out a
silent goodbye.

Fin.
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