by Punk Maneuverability


"She knew he'd never be able to wear that shirt again because passion didn't wash out, it made tiny fingerprints instead, just the tips of her fingers as she went up on her toes, she was too short for kissing in the kitchen barefoot, too short to be kissing Mulder who was too tall to be kissed, but Mulder's other hand was behind her almost lifting her up, supporting her, leaving red fingerprints on her robe. They would match like the coastlines of two continents once pressed together, one piece, one country, but then split, each retaining the memory of the other, the places where they once connected."

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