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scullys-girl · 2 years

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salvation

s/s | mature | 1320 words | ao3

She was a deity descended from Dion’s breast; a great beauty her father feared would wage war amongst the gods. You could not spell her name without Aphrodite; a woman crafted by the milky glow of Venus. She was a sculptor’s most cherished construct, made of dove feathers and pomegranate seeds.

A celestial muse born earth side.

She makes my naked flesh arise with gooseflesh, her lips grazing mine so delicately and intimately. She smells of gardenia and the musky sweat of woman, the aromas marrying together to introduce my aroused nerve endings to electrified shockwaves.

Her lips part like the Red Sea, bringing safe passage to my tongue. Her’s tastes like cocoa and plum, rich with Merlot, and if I hadn’t been plagued with desire so hauntingly perpetual, I would have noticed how breathy my voice sang to her; how quickly I was melting into her touch as her teeth graze my tongue, and her palms warm my face.

“I love you,” she vows as she leaves my lips to speak it for the very first time. “I love you so much, Stella.”

Opening my eyes to find hers so deeply azure, I find myself incapable of speech, her words swelling within the four chambers of my heart. It’s spell-bounding – the way she makes me feel found. Two Luna’s without a pack; the black widow and the viper. She makes me believe we can exist together, and I know she is right in every sense as she lies back and takes me with her.

Her fiery breath of red hair flames across the soft cotton beneath her skull. She is holding her breath, letting me take the lead as I unite the rosy tips of our breasts, and press myself into her; into the downy floral of her bedspread. She wraps her legs around my waist like the noose I’ve been praying for – an instrument of my undoing – and I hold up my weight with a quivering left forearm and the tight indentation of knees into the mattress; though I never separate the connection of our breasts.

She is warm and soft; damp with sweat and a need I can see within her gaze, as I haven’t yet touched the slick velvet between her thighs. Closing her eyelids, she speaks to me in a way only I know how to translate – her breathy inhales the braille I use to read her. But when I hold out on her, wanting her to beg for me, it’s as if she reads me even better, and gives me what I haven’t yet asked her for.

“Please, Stella.”

I close my eyes, too, as she gifts me this phrase, and then one other. Oh, how her words consume me.

“I need you,” Dana utters gently, but so fervently.

I need you.

But, I think, as I reopen my eyes to watch her. I need you even more.

I love you, too.

The first touch always feels like coming home.

And in her, I have finally found that.

She is hot and wet at her center – the ripest peach in Southern Carolina heat – and mewls a soft ballad across my lips. She kisses me tenderly, showing me how deeply she cares for me; for what we’re creating between us. Together, we make love in the shadows between street lights and bulbs of fluorescents, my fingers gliding up to massage the swell of her watermelon pink clitoris.

“Stella,” she whispers, arching into my touch while she threads my hair through her fingers, holding me close. Lips to lips and heaving breasts, I begin to move with her.

I drown myself in her, giving my fingertips no breath of air. She’s silky and slick, tight and plush. A garden of curved flesh and winding rivers. She is magic all around me.

Pulsing my hips slowly, I rest the back of my wrist against my mons, making love to her as if we are Adam and Eve; though I know she wants it like this. With me. A woman. I will be the Eve to her Aphrodite any day; will feast upon the apple of Eden with every chance given: the fruit between her thighs that is my salvation.

With her, it is never damnation or exile, and she has proven it to me every day of our relationship from the very beginning to this very moment. She is my goddess in a sea of despair, and if I don’t get to taste the pink lady of her offering, I shall no longer be allowed to call myself her Eve; though it is Lilith that is my kindred.

Tearing apart our lips, I shush her with my own as I kiss down the column of her throat. Taking my time to love her in this way, I lick around each pearl of her breast and suckle them gently, making her moan and writhe beneath me. Delicate love bites are left ‘round her navel as I descend further; my fingers’ gentle curve presses against the spot I know she loves, and I'm impatient to inhale her addicting scent; to taste her on my sophisticated pallet.

I smooth my tongue around the jut of her hip bone, telling her, “so good for me,” as she moans and pulls her thighs closer to her chest. Oh, how I know how much she loves that.

I smirk as she shivers, and a wave of fresh arousal seeps from her, my nose buried now in her wispy red curls. So close to where I want to be, I breathe in through my nose, my eyes fluttering closed as I finally savor her.

She tastes earthy, bitter, and sweet – so Dana Scully in essence, I can no longer remember the taste of another, though I never want to again. She is tart, and she is beautiful; she is a delightful cacophony of yes’s and don’t stop’s.

She is utterly breathtaking as she cries my name and ascends to the heavens.

I feel her come against my lips, the rippling tides of her sex milking my fingers; the fall, the fall, the fall of mankind. She utters my name with reverence, spilling her God’s name as if she’s confessing her sins to me. And I take her slowly back down to earth when I feel she’s ready, slipping out of her with the tenderness she always claims me with. She kisses me and kisses me, pulling me back down to her body and rolling us so that we are face to face.

“Stella,” she says next, trying with little triumph to catch her shaken breath. She places a reverential palm atop my beating heart, then appoints a chaste kiss to my rib cage – once bruised and broken, but now healed over. “I…”

But her words are lost to the budding tears in her eyes. They spill over and onto the crisp pillows; over the bridge of her perfectly pointed nose.

“I know,” I say to her, holding her close as she brings me to climactic oblivion, her fingers showing me what she is too emotional to voice in the moment. It sends sparks through every muscle that inhabits me, and I know without a doubt she is the only one for me.

When the pleasure eventually ebbs away like the ocean’s waves, I kiss her fingers, tasting myself on the tips of them. “I love you too, Dana,” I profess – such rarity on my tongue, but for her, I want to change that. I want to change everything; to be whatever she needs me to be.

She smiles into our last shared kiss of the night, and I refuse to let her go until morning, for she is the moon to my stars; my guiding light in the shadows that now mask my face in semi-darkness. She is my home, my salvation.

My beautiful, enigmatic… mine…

My love.

My Dana Katherine Scully.

#the x files #stella gibson #dana scully #gillian anderson #my fic #stella and scully

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a-butterfly-on-his-tummy · 5 years

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Themed Weekends Presents...

A reflection from @chasm2018

As some of you may know, I have a terrible memory. When I sat down to write this I figured it would be the same as trying to recall anything else that happened more than 3 days ago, impossible. I was very wrong. My memory surrounding the release of Harry Styles is surprisingly distinct. In the days before and after the album came out my emotions ran the gamut from anxiety to elation and finally to fulfillment. Oh, and I took an actual transatlantic journey along the way too.

My dastardly sisters showed me One Direction Carpool Karaoke in the fall of 2016. Harry slid into the back seat looking like that™ and he had my attention. To make matters worse, he was funny and had a voice that felt made for me. I was a goner. My sisters left me to fend for myself in a fandom they weren’t really a part of. During the months before he released his own music I got to know, and fell in love with, “Harry from One Direction”. But as the album crept nearer I began to worry, what if I didn’t like “Harry Styles: Solo Artist” as much? I’m sure many of us felt the same way. The unknown is frightening and I was already in so deep, what would I do if I didn’t connect with the album?

Album release night came and I was feeling a bit more confident after hearing four of the songs already. But what if the rest of the album was less like Carolina and more like Sweet Creature? I wanted Harry’s fun side to be able to shine. I was online with all of you until it was time to listen. I didn’t want other people’s reactions to affect my own, so when the album appeared I logged out, made myself another gin and tonic and sat in the dark with my best headphones to listen. As you might have guessed, I was not disappointed. “Meet Me in the Hallway” was hauntingly beautiful and I couldn’t stop thinking, “That’s him. This is ALL HARRY!” My heart began to swell. Two Ghosts was a punch to the gut and made me cry. We’re not who we used to be? We don’t say what we really mean? Why did you have to call me out specifically like that, Harry?! The transition from “Sweet Creature” to “Only Angel” shook me out of quiet contemplation and made me laugh out loud. “hey HEY! WOOHOO!!!” That was when I knew I loved the album and began to relax. “Kiwi” kept the fun train rolling and I giggled through the whole thing. Our silly rockstar… “Woman” was sexy and sultry and perfect. “You flower, you feast” echoed around in my head along with a handful of “la la las” as I went to sleep. He had done it. The album was good and I could rest easily.

The following days were wild to say the least. I got up the next morning and boarded a plane to Oslo. I spent the flight, train rides over mountain passes, ferry rides on fjords, and nights without internet with Harry in my headphones. My connectivity for most of the trip was just enough to know how much I was missing. A lot was happening that I couldn’t keep up with, but I did have the album. It was mine. When I would get frustrated by the being out of the loop I would put on my headphones and spend time with him there. During that trip the album became my place to go for comfort and that hasn’t changed. In Balestrand one evening toward the end of the trip, I played it for my sisters. I felt my heart burst with pride as I watched them share a pair of headphones and listen to it from start to finish. Sharing his work with them felt a bit like coming full circle. After all, they had been the ones to answer my fatal question: “Who is the one with the long hair?”

#Happy2ndAnniversaryHS1 #Themed Weekends #fan reflections

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memorytile0-blog · 5 years

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A Hauntingly Beautiful All Hallows' Eve Inspired Fête

By The Perfect Palette - October 29, 2018 - No Comments

Coordinated beautifully by Meraki Wedding Co. and Ashly Arts, the idea for this styled shoot was to steer clear from the gory and typical Halloween themes and create a bridal shoot that oozes elegance and beauty galore while staying true to the spirit of Halloween.

Just one look at these haunting snaps from Janelle Joy Photography, and you're instantly transported into this spooky yet sophisticated affair. The design team used a palette of jet black and crisp white tones, but also threw in some subtle shades of blush, slate blue, and purple.

Stationery from Joey Fisher Design truly set the tone for this beautifully styled fete, and if you look close, you'll see some unexpected surprises such as the bowl made out of ice with florals inside it. Truly made a whimsical and inspiring touch!

AZ Florations used white Lisianthus, pinky lavender Astrantia, Knifeblade Acacia, Black Millet, Blushing Bride Protea, Black Viburnum Berries, Grass Tassel, Fountain Grass Tassels...

...an Ice Queen Protea, and even a Burgundy Baby Artichoke. Talk about an inspiring mix of blooms!

The table design was a huge success thanks to floral designed from AZ Florations and place settings by Fancy Lou Designs.

The settings featured a gold charger and a black dinner plate that was paired perfectly with an all glass plate which had beautiful florals that rested on top of the black plate, creating the absolutely perfect setting.

A two tiered cake designed by Raeyes Bakes was a gorgeous addition. Its all black buttercream frosting was so full of texture and the feather wreath and loose florals were the perfect finishing touches.

The plates were paired with matching gold silverware and black goblets. The table was adorned with a long black runner and both black and gold candle holders that complimented the absolutely exquisite floral centerpiece.

Oh, and we can't go without mentioning these amazing hairpin style dinner tables from Top Notch Rentals AZ. Oh, to be a guest at this dinner table!

Hair by Ella Clare Hair and makeup from Carolina Makeup was nothing short of perfection.

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Photography: Janelle Joy Photography Event Coordinating: Meraki Wedding Co.

Day of Coordination: Ashly Arts

Florals: AZ Florations Place Settings: Fancy Lou Designs Lounge: Material Girls Weddings Tables: Top Notch Rentals AZ Hair: Ella Clare Hair Makeup: Carolina Makeup Cake: Raeyes Bakes Invitations: Joey Fisher Design Ice cream: Creamies

Model: Destrie