From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: 12 Feb 2002 06:37:23 -0000 Subject: 42 Kisses by Kimpa (R) by Kimpa Source: direct Reply To: kim.pa@verizon.net Title: 42 Kisses Author: Kimpa (kim.pa@verizon.net) Keywords: MSR, H Rating: R for sexual situations Spoilers: Absolutely, positively none Archive: Please ask first. I will probably say "YES!! Take it PLEASE!" but appreciate being asked first. Site: Go to www.kimpart.com to see my art and read the great fic of some of the best X-File authors out there. Summary: Scully helps celebrate Mulder's birthday with a time old tradition with a twist. Disclaimer: If I owned them they would have done "IT" for all of us to see a long time ago. And there would have never been a Season 9. The characters of Mulder and Scully, of course, belong to Chris Carter and 20th Century Fox Entertainment. Author's Notes: Many thanks to Robin for her fantastic beta and endless support. She made the experience quick, fun and painless.Thanks also to Fay for her encouragement and zeal! If not for you, Fay, I would have left it at paragraph 4. Extra special thanks to someone who wishes to remain nameless but I couldn't send this without thanking you for the inspiration and encouragement! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* 42 Kisses by Kimpa Kiss number one ... on the lobe of his right ear so he can hear me as I whisper, "Happy birthday, Mulder." I kiss it and nip it gently. Ah, I love this man. Number 2 just below, near the jugular. This one open mouthed so I can feel his heart beating, feel his life. Mulder, I missed you. The next kiss, number 3, is reserved for his chin where his morning stubble bristles and tickles my lips. I can still smell his aftershave, Aramis I think. Yum! As pouty and perfect as those lips are, I bypass them and head for that nose of his. He complains about the size of his nose, but as I plant a quick peck on the tip, I see it as more of him to love and cherish. My Mulder. I cover his right eye with kiss number five, noting jealously that Mulder, like so many men, has some of the longest and thickest eyelashes I have seen. As he closes his eyes to receive my kiss I can't help but note the way they fan out across his cheek. He is beautiful. I can resist no longer. Kiss 6 is reserved for that marvelously pouty lower lip. As are kisses 7 through 15. Hey, I recognize a good thing when I get it! And I can't let this go. Mulder, what you do to me! On kiss number 16 I engulf his moaned "Scully," my toes curling into the mattress as his breath becomes mine. It's time to move on. I pull out of his clutching hands with a final quick kiss to the lips. "That's kiss 17 Mulder, don't waste them ..." I warn as I move nearer his collarbone. It's a place where he is particularly vulnerable. I keep that little tidbit of information in my arsenal and use it when I need to pull out the big guns. Like this morning, Mulder's birthday morning. An open-mouthed kiss with a little suck at the end is enough to drive Mulder insane, his hands reaching for the bottom of his New York Knicks jersey I wore to bed last night. While he tries to pull it over my head I apply more pressure to the sucking, a birthday hickey for you Mulder. Alas, I am forced to raise my head and arms to allow him to pull the shirt over my head. It sails across the room while I give him a lazy smile and return to the task at hand. I have to admire my own skill as I look at the flaming hickey I left there. Kiss number 18 just may be the best one yet. But there's no rest for the inspired and, Mulder, you bring out the best in me! Anyone woman who has eyes in her head has had to have noticed what a fabulous upper body my Mulder, that's right, I said MY MULDER, has. Must be all that swimming he does but his shoulders are broad enough to carry the weight off my world and all the burdens that come with it. "Mulder, I love you," I whisper as I deposit kisses 19 and 20 on each shoulder. Just 22 more so I have to choose them carefully. Kisses 21, 22 and 23 land down the center of his chest. Kiss 24 lands right on his heart where I lay my cheek for a minute. Mulder's heart is hammering against his chest like a locomotive at high speed. "All for you, Scully. My heart belongs to you." He huffs as he strokes my hair and other bits and pieces that his hands can get a hold of. Did I mention that I love this man??? My heart is filled to overflowing. No time to get sentimental when there is a perfectly good Mulder-pec here to feast on. Ahh, is that a strangled groan I hear up there as I latch onto his left nipple? A few kiss here (numbers 25 and 26 if you're keeping count), a nip there and Mulder is putty in my hands. A trail of 4 kisses across that wonderfully tanned chest and I'm on to the right one. No need to rush things as I settle down to lavish his nipple with kiss number 30. Mulder is just one huge erogenous zone and his nipples are particularly sensitive. In fact, I would have to say that his nipples are as sensitive as my own. I know this because as I lave and nip and suck at his nipple Mulder has grabbed my hips and begun a slow grind against my pelvis. I think all systems are a go here. But before we get carried away ... kisses 31 and 32 are lovingly given to said right nipple. I inch out of his grasp depositing kisses 33, 34 and 35 down the remainder of his chest to my most favorite spot on Mulder's glorious body. It's an unconventional spot which seems to drive him absolutely wild, which would explain why it's my favorite. Right THERE, before I reach his belly button. Open-mouthed and hungry is what I would call kiss number 36. And the crowd goes wild! Mulder undulates on the bed, almost dislodging me in the process. He clutches handfuls of blue sheets as if his life depends on it! I glance up briefly to see that like his hands; Mulder's eyes are clenched tightly shut. His mouth has formed a grimace which could be viewed as either pleasure or pain and he has developed a fine sheen of sweat across his forehead. He is MAGNIFICENT! I concentrate on this area a little longer with kisses 37 and 38 pouring my heart and all my best intentions into them. Can you doubt my love, Mulder? As my mouth seeks out his little innie belly button, my hands reach for the ties of his pj's. Mulder takes a sharp intake of breath at that moment which causes me to chase his belly button down for kiss number 39; the quick little bugger. As I ease his pants down, I grasp his left hand bringing his open palm to my mouth. Number 40. Number 41 is bestowed on the other hand before I suck his index finger into my mouth. Does that count as a kiss?? Nah, I won't count that one! "Mulder," I breathe, trying to get his attention. His eyes crack open and a lazy, yet anxious smile spreads across his face. Damn, he's sexy!!! "Happy Birthday, sweetie! I love you." I reach down to deliver the 42nd and last kiss to Squeaky (don't ask about the nickname, just go with it). As I am about to give Squeaky, you know, the kiss to grow on ... I realize that Squeaky really couldn't grow anymore. And while I'm sitting there admiring my handiwork, Mulder grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me up his body and flips us so that I am underneath him. And he's in me. A beautific and devilish smile radiates from his face. "And how old will you be on your next birthday Scully? Thirty-seven, right?" He is way too proud of himself as he delivers the first sweet and slow thrust and I wrap my legs around his back. "That's number one!" Did I mention that I love this man? *~*~*~*~*~*~ Epilogue The beauty of a sleep over with Mulder is waking up naked and enveloped in a warm Mulder blanket. He is spooned around my body, snoring lightly in my ear. If asked Mulder will deny that he has ever snored but I'm here to tell you that on occasion Mulder can saw some wood. But I relish these moments, snoring and all, because it's me and Mulder. Us. Is there a better word? As I try to disentangle myself from my Mulder blanket, he groans and snuffles in protest. "Scul..." "Shhhhh ... just going to the bathroom," I whisper as I kiss his chin and get out of bed. AHHHHHHH! Cold!!! I grab that Knicks jersey and head to the kitchen for my final birthday surprise of the night. Ahh, right where I left it, in a cupboard that I know Mulder hasn't looked in since he signed the lease to this place: his birthday cupcake. But, hey, what's that, a bottle of honey? Could be messy but ... he only has a birthday once a year ... I light the candle on the cupcake and head back to the bedroom ... "Happy Birthday to you!" I sing loudly and off-key, the bottle of honey hidden behind my back. "Happy birthday, dear Mulder, Happy Birthday to you!" The end. ~*~ Feedback is food for the soul. And I'm hungry. kim.pa@verizon.net ~*~