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After Mulder notices a book of poems by e.e. cummings in her drawer, he starts leaving post-its everywhere for Scully to find. She finds
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself
as Spring opens (touching skillfully,mysteriously)her first rose
inside one of her work shoes, the morning after he murmured that he loved her for the first time, right into the space between her jaw and her throat. She discovers
i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric fur
stuck under the coffee he brought her once, after they’d stayed up all night after a difficult case, washing it off the other with their mouths and their fingers.
She rolls her eyes and pretends that this is the cheesiest thing, but she takes the post its home, every time, and sticks them lovingly inside her journal. Mulder knows she does this but never mentions it.
One day, when she is in his kitchen making coffee, she goes back to the bedroom while he is in the shower. On the bed there is a ring next to a post it, which reads:
I imagine that yes is the only living thing
She slips the ring on and her clothes off and joins him under the warm spray.