Strawberries
by Te
8/98
Daddy793@aol.com

In a message dated 8/4/98 1:00:08 AM, That Dawn We  Love 
wrote:

<< I throw down the gauntlet now, and say: Hey!  Youse 
guys! Write a snippet about the boys of your choice... 
eating  something.  I suggest fruit, but you're right, it 
IS mighty  obvious.  So let your tastebuds run away with 
you.>>

Another night of Mulder surveillance. This was fucking  
ridiculous. The circumstances, my allegiances (real and  
supposed), all the important stuff is different. But damn 
if I'm not supposed to have two arms. Different hair. 
Something.  This is, of course, just like the bad old days. 
Watching,  watching... watching him eat. 

Some strange whim had sent the man to the grocery store and 
he was systematically consuming an entire quart of  
strawberries. A quart. It was obscene. No, wait, that's 
wrong. The problem was that it *wasn't* obscene. No cream, 
no companion, not even soft light. No tongue, no wicked,  
wicked smile, either. Munch, munch, toss the stem. Repeat. 
I don't think I've ever seen anything that made me quite 
this angry. 

No one, *no* one should be allowed to eat strawberries like 
that. The man had no soul. I saw that now. I could feel my 
jaw clench, and while that brought back pleasant memories 
of Skinner, the loss of control just made me madder.  
Dammit, a mouth like that was designed for sucking, for  
suckling.... I should be able to see that sharp, pink 
tongue.  It should... it should dart out to the tip of the 
berry, more  caress than taste, before he pulls it away. 
Yeah, this I can see. He tilts back that long, elegant 
throat and pulls the  fruit close to those...

Munch. Munch. Toss. 

God-DAMMIT. I can't even have a halfway decent fantasy  
watching this. It's disgusting. Wrong. A crime against  
nature. I'm a young, healthy man, and the fact that I don't 
have a hard-on right now... Mulder, next time I'm allowed  
to get in your space I'm gonna beat the shit outta you. 

And then I'm going to teach you a few things about fruit.