Happy Birthday (Oooh Baby)
By:  Tess
E-mail:  tnv099@aol.com
Rated:  R/NC-17
Distribution:  Please let me know
Spoilers:  I don't think so
Keywords:  MSR
Disclaimer:  Characters herein are property of Fox and 1013 
Productions.  I'm borrowing without monetary gain.
Summary:  It's Mulder's Birthday - let's celebrate

Author's Notes:  This vignette was my contribution to a 
collaborative effort by a group of writers from IWTB as a 
birthday gift for Char Chaffin.  The entire story - "Oooh, 
Baby" is available at Ephemeral in two parts.  It was my very 
great privilege to be included in this group of authors and a 
joy to be part of a gift for a dear friend like Char.

Happy Birthday (Oooh, Baby)
By:  Tess


"... Happy Birthday, dear Mulder.  Happy Birthday to you."

I don't even try to hide the smile that wreaths my face as 
Scully plops a chocolate frosted cupcake onto my desk.

"Don't forget to make a wish," she murmurs.  I look up and 
the faint light from the tiny candle atop the cupcake 
highlights her beautiful face. 

I close my eyes, purse my lips and blow a gentle stream of 
warm air toward the flame, extinguishing it and sending my 
wish heavenward on a tiny puff of smoke.

She dips a finger toward the cupcake and scoops up a dollop 
of frosting.  

"What did you wish for?" She sticks her finger into her mouth 
and I can see her little pink tongue delicately lapping up 
every trace of chocolate.

"Mulder?"

What was my wish?

*********

I ease the door open and walk toward the kitchen on quiet 
feet.  The apartment is redolent with the sweet smells of 
something baking and on the counter I can see a slightly 
misshapen cake cooling on a wire rack.  Scully is focused on 
blending melted chocolate and butter in a bowl and I take a 
moment to simply watch.  Watching Scully is one of my 
favorite ways of passing time.  

Nearly four years have passed since the day our partnership 
was formed.  I remember the way she looked back then.  Long 
hair, girlish features, boxy jackets hiding lush curves...  
Her hair is shorter now, her features sharper, her eyes are 
sometimes haunted and those lush curves are no longer a 
secret held from me.  Her legs and feet are bare beneath the 
apron she has tied over her skirt and her red-lacquered toes 
are curled against the cool tile floor.  She's more beautiful 
to me now than ever before.  

I must make a noise because she looks up from painstakingly 
measuring sugar to find me leaning against the doorway.

"Mulder!"  She shakes her head in exasperation.  "You're 
early."  I smile and push away from the doorway to cross the 
room toward her.

"I was lonely."  I lean my hip against the counter and dip my 
finger into the bowl, offering her a taste of the still-warm 
chocolate frosting.  She sighs but her tongue slips out to 
daintily clean the chocolate from my finger.  My Scully is a 
planner and my early arrival has obviously thrown her plans 
off.  From the corner of my eye, I see wineglasses and an 
open bottle of Merlot on the table.  The phone is neatly 
lined up next to the menu from our favorite Italian take-out 
restaurant.

Scully wipes her fingers on her apron and plants her hands on 
her hips.  Her mouth is slightly pursed in irritation - like 
I said, I wasn't supposed to be home for another forty 
minutes.  I'm screwing up all of her plans.

What the heck.  It's my birthday.

I use my body to crowd her into a corner of the counter and 
dip my head toward hers.  My tongue traces the seam of her 
lips and her mouth opens to allow me entry.  She tastes 
wonderful.  Warm chocolate blends with her familiar flavor.  
I want more.  I want to taste all of her. 

My fingers go to work on the buttons of her blouse and her 
hands are busy tearing at the loose knot of my tie.  She 
shoves my shirt and tie to the floor seconds before I solve 
the mystery of the clasp of her bra.  My tongue scrapes over 
her pink-tipped breasts and I carefully step out of my shoes 
as she pushes my woolen trousers down my legs.

This is what I want... what I've wished for from practically 
the first moment of our meeting.  I want Scully.  All of her.  
Heart, mind, body and soul.  And I have her.  For the last 
few months - in every way - she has been mine as I have been 
hers.

I lift her onto the counter and she fumbles with the zipper 
of her skirt and the knot of her apron.  I close my fingers 
over hers.

"Leave 'em on, baby."  

She laughs but her laughter dies quickly under the intensity 
of my gaze.  Her eyes are alight with fond humor and if it 
wasn't for the desire dilating her pupils, I'd think that 
she's laughing at me.  And I wouldn't care.  I am completely 
turned on by the way she looks.  The homey apron contrasts 
with the proper woolen skirt and I run my hands under both, 
pushing the twin fabrics out of the way to expose the skimpy 
lace barrier of her panties which I strip over her trembling 
thighs with one long tug.

And then I am inside her.  Pushing.  Pressing.  Penetrating 
until I cannot get any closer.  And still she squirms, her 
arms wrapped tightly around my neck as she seeks to draw me 
deeper.  

She is what I want... no gift she bought can compare.  No 
previous birthday can hold a candle to this one.  

I am home.  I am complete.  I am in love.  

*************** 

"Mulder?"  Scully's voice pulls me from my daydream.  "What 
was your wish?"  Her head is tilted to one side and her face 
is alight with curiosity.

I pull the candle from the cupcake and carefully break it in 
two.

"I can't tell you, or it won't come true," I say and offer 
half of the treat to her.  She leans forward to take the cake 
from me and I catch her hand with mine, pressing a kiss into 
her warm palm.

"But it's my fondest desire."

Her eyes widen and her fingers tremble beneath mine.  The 
smile that curves her lips is at once shy and filled with 
anticipation.

And I realize that it's only four months until her 
birthday...

The End

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