REUNION A DEUX
By:  Avalon, Tess and Char Chaffin
Category:  MSR, Post-Truth
Rating:  NC-17

Disclaimer:  Ours to play with, ours to love - not ours to profit
from!

NOTE:  This fic is the result of rising to an IWTB challenge - to
use 142 smut/erotica type words, and create post-Truth fic!  We
managed to use 101!

DEDICATION:  It's our lovely Kimbly's birthday - happiest of days,
Dear One!

Thanks to:  Sallie, for her advance preview, enthusiastic cheering
and just incredibly sweet support!

Authors' Notes:  At the end!

FEEDBACK:  Oh, you know we'd adore it!  Avalon@fuse.net,
Tnv099@aol.com, and char@chaffin.com


Summary:  'They might have lost almost everything, but they hadn't
lost each other.  And that was enough...'



"Reunion A Deux"



His scent drove her blissfully insane.

It consumed her; in the same way a spark caught the tip of a
withered leaf and then roared into blazing life, never ceasing in its
urgency until the fire devoured an entire forest.  Raw and potent,
damp and dark with desire, it enveloped her as they traveled through
the desert. It penetrated even her dreams, rolling romps of ecstasy
where he parted her legs in a ferocious seduction, his tongue laving
her quivering center as the smell of them both assaulted her senses.

She shouldn't be thinking like this, she knew.  It was completely
inappropriate, given what had happened to them in the last few days. 
They were running for their lives now, two fugitives with nothing
between them but the clothes on their backs.

But it didn't stop her from fantasizing about ripping those clothes
to shreds to reveal the smooth glimmer of his skin.

Darkness descended around them, and with it came rain, a rhythmic
downpour that invoked more teasing thoughts.  She remembered their
first coupling, the way she had impaled herself on his erection, how
she had rocked her hips in slow, languid circles, movements that had
coaxed the surge of orgasm from her way too quickly.  It had been so
long since they had been together, since they had ridden those heady
waves of lust and succumbed to exquisite release.

She glanced over at him, his profile taut against the beaded window.
They had been driving for hours, but she knew he would keep on
relentlessly, that urgency that she loved so very much compelling him
to go on.  She laid her hand on his thigh, stroking his leg lightly
through the denim, and whispered, "Let's stop."

He didn't turn to look at her, but his hand came to rest on hers. 
It felt warm and strong, as he slipped his fingers through hers. 
"Are you tired, Scully?"

She dropped her intonation, knowing a throaty growl would get his
attention.  "Not at all.  I just want to stop."

His eyes moved to hers then, locking in an electric glare.  He
understood.  The look of fierce adoration he gave her told her so. 
He swerved to the side of the deserted road and slammed the SUV into
park.  There was nothing around them but concrete, rain, and a
concealing sheet of night. She knew that she wouldn't stop now even
if a convoy of truck drivers descended upon them.
 
His voice was thick with arousal when he spoke again.  "Something on
your mind, Scully?"

She tugged on his hand, urging him to slide across the bench seat. 
He came willingly, and the delicious scent of him drifted to her
again.  She curled her leg over his and drew herself up, straddling
his lap in one fluid motion.  His wolfish grin brought a smile to her
face.  She nuzzled the curve of his neck and inhaled, spicy essence
of Mulder burning through her like a shot of whiskey.  

She grazed her lips along the rough ridge of his jaw.  He was here,
finally, and she couldn't get enough of the feel of his body: the
rigid flesh of his chest pressing into her breasts, the lean hardness
of his hips as they tilted up into her, the wicked delight of his
cock stiffening against her... It was too much, and it was not
enough.  She nipped his ear with toothy kisses.

"Are you real, Mulder?" she breathed.  She clutched a strong bicep
in each hand, and she felt his arms tighten around her waist.  His
fingers crawled under the hem of her shirt and splayed across her
lower back, sending shivers up her spine.  He nudged his nose into
the hollow of her throat, and she groaned when the soft, wet stroke
of his tongue traced down the open V of her blouse.

His breath cooled her skin.  "I'm here, Scully.  This is real."  His
hands skimmed around her waist and began unbuttoning her shirt.  In
moments, his mouth pressed against the straining mounds of her
breasts, riding high in the satin cups of her bra.  She reached up
and unfastened the front hook, encouraged by the sound of his moan
when one nipple brushed against his cheek.  He turned his head
quickly and caught it between his lips, suckling her, pushing her
closer to the brink of madness.

She was drunk on him.  He filled up her senses, and every nerve in
her body hummed with Mulder electricity, pulsing dangerously.  She
needed him desperately, and that need propelled her hand forward,
fumbling with the button at the waist of his jeans. 

His fingers wrapped around her wrist, stilling her.  "Scully, wait."

She pulled back and looked down at him.  In the half-light, she
could see his expression, one of naked want and debilitating worry. 
She swallowed and panted out the question.  "What's wrong?"

"We have to be careful."

For a moment, she didn't comprehend the meaning behind the words. 
Her body signals far outweighed any thought, and she blinked at him. 
He obviously understood her confusion because his other hand came up
to her cheek, caressing the slope of her face with the backs of his
knuckles.  His voice was a whisper when he spoke.  "William, Scully. 
We have to remember William."

The sound of their son's name froze her body but not her mind.  His
sweet round face swam through her thoughts, and she closed her eyes. 
She had been sure she had used up every tear in her body crying over
the decision she had made to give him up, but the wetness that
pressed through her eyelashes and escaped onto her cheeks proved her
wrong.

His thumbs on each cheek caught them as they fell.  He pressed her
forehead to his, and the familiarity of the posture sent a wave of
relief through her.  It helped her find her voice.  "I wasn't
thinking, Mulder.  You're right."  She tightened her grip on his
arms, reassuring herself that he was still with her, feeling like a
drowning woman in a sea of uncertainty.  "I just... I needed... It's
been so long, and I needed..."

He moved, turning his head to kiss her cheek.  His lips feathered
across her skin, trailing down under her chin again, finding the
pulse point in her neck.  "I know what you need, Scully," he said,
and the words vibrated through her, straight down into the pit of her
belly.  His hips flexed under her, the hard flex of him scraping
between her legs, and her eyes flew open.  

He was watching her, and the darkness couldn't hide the hunger in
his gaze.  He moved again, thrusting up into her, and she gasped. 
One hand dropped to her breast, and he ran his palm across the tip. 
It stiffened beneath his touch, and he inclined his head, his lips
wrapping around it in a possessive kiss.

Her breath sped up once more, her nerves overloading with sensation.
But her mind berated her for selfishness, and she had to say
something before she lost the capacity to speak.  "Mulder, what--? 
Wait... Mulder, wait..."

He shook his head, and his hair brushed across her collarbone as he
tweaked her other breast with his tongue.  His hips were rolling
against her, sending waves of pleasure up through her, but she fought
it, trying not to lose control.  She wanted this, yes, wanted it
badly, probably more than she had ever wanted sex in her whole life,
but...

"It's alright, Scully."  His voice, the sex-soaked one that she had
heard too few times in their life together, seeped into her,
saturating her with its heat.  She cried out as she rocked into him,
her body overruling her mind, and she felt his mouth turn up in a
smile against her sensitive skin.  

"That's it, Scully," he rasped.  His hands worked at her nipples
while he peppered her neck and shoulders with wet kisses.  She could
feel the dampness between her legs, could feel the satin of her
panties sliding inside her slacks as she rubbed against his denim-
clad erection.  The air inside the car was thick with their scents,
with their heat, and it seemed to press them together, urging her on.
She felt the wave rising in her, the incomparable swell that told her
to hang on; the one she knew would break over her and consume her in
its frenzy.

It was his voice that did it.  The friction between them was
amazing, and his kisses and his worshipping hands brought their own
thrills... but it was his voice in her ear, the timbre of need and
the hot breath of it on her skin that made her realize he was truly
with her.  He was real, he was alive, and she wasn't alone any more.

"That's it, baby.  Come on.  Come for me."

She heard herself moan his name as it rocketed through her. She rode
it out with her hands clenched in his hair, one palm cupping the back
of his head.  She knew he was watching her face, drinking in the
sight of her caught in the whirlwind that he had created, and that
made it even better.  She collapsed against him finally, her mind
starting to clear as her body began its shaky descent.

He held her on his lap for a long time.  His fingers combed through
her hair, and she could tell from the way he fanned it out over her
shoulders that he liked its new, longer length.  But it reminded her
of other things, and she spoke quietly, her head in the crook of his
neck.

"So many things have changed, Mulder." 

He shifted a bit, dropping her down to the seat so that their faces
were close together.  She couldn't see his expression, but he sounded
content when he replied.  "Change is inevitable, Scully.  But I know
one thing that will never change."

"What's that?"  She asked, even though she knew what he would say. 
She needed to hear the answer almost as much as she had needed his
body to show her.

"I love you, Scully.  No matter what happens now, or where we go
next, that will never change."

"I know, Mulder."  She tightened her arms around him and closed her
eyes.  They might have lost almost everything, but they hadn't lost
each other.  And that was enough for her.

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

Propped up on one elbow, her body still sated with the pleasure he
had given her earlier that evening, she studied him closely.  Sitting
on the floor with his back propped against the bed, his head rested
against the mattress.  He seemed to be listening to sounds of the
storm that continued to rage outside of their motel room.

"What are you thinking?" Scully paused, waiting for his response. 
She needed the sound of his voice.  During the long nights of their
separation, she would lie in bed, clasping the only photograph that
she had of him and study his beloved features. She was terrified that
she would forget what he looked like, for as the months wore on, the
sound of his voice became more difficult for her to hear.  She had
been famished for his voice and now she found that she could not get
enough of it.  Throughout their partnership, he had seduced her with
his thoughts; had beckoned her with his words; bewitched her with his
ideas even as her rational self stood aside, seemingly unmoved.

"Mulder?"

He heard her... and marveled at the irony that she would ask him the
same question posed to him every morning of his captivity by his
sadistic jailer.  He responded much as he finally did in that cell,
but this time, not as a broken man... this time, it was with the
desperate hope that she could make it right.

"I'm thinking..." He swallowed hard and pushed the words past his
lips. "I'm a guilty man.  I have failed in every respect.  I deserve
the harshest punishment for my crime."

He could feel her steady gaze as she replied -  

"You don't believe that."

Mulder looked around the room pensively.  "I believe that I sat in a
motel room like this when we first met and tried to convince you of
the truth and in that respect I succeeded... but in every other
way..." he rolled his head against the mattress and faced her, "I've
failed."  

"You don't believe that either."  Her voice was low and flat with
conviction.  Scully - his most ardent defender.  He felt a compulsion
to make her see him as he really was, even as he clung to the hope
that she would never stop believing in him.

"I've been chasing after monsters with a butterfly net.  You heard
the man.  The date's set.  I can't change that."  He cast his eyes up
to the ceiling and his body drooped as he literally felt the weight
of the world's survival pressing down on his shoulders.
 
Scully's voice broke the silence and throbbed with her convictions
as she sought to bolster him with her words.  For she knew that as
much as she had been seduced by his voice, he too had fallen under
the spell of hers.  For so many years, they had held themselves to
the most platonic of touches, but the passion that they felt for each
other had always come through in their words.

"You wouldn't tell me - not because you were afraid or broken, but
because you didn't want to accept it."  She continued her steady
contemplation of the man seated near the foot of the bed.

"I was afraid of what knowing would do to you.  I was afraid that it
would crush your spirit."  Again, he rolled his head toward her.  

"Why would I accept defeat?  Why would I accept it if you wouldn't?"
He saw indignation flash deep in her blue eyes.  "Mulder, you say
that you failed, but you only fail if you give up - and I know you -
you can't give up."  

Mulder's eyes slid closed as he let her words wash over him and he
allowed himself sink into her vigorous defense of him.  

"It's what I saw in you when we first met."  Scully felt a momentary
lightness of spirit when she saw the tiny smile that curved his lips.
"It's what made me follow you... and why I would do it all over
again."

She watched him shift onto his hip and turn more fully to face her. 
He propped an elbow on the bed.

"And look what it's gotten you."

She despaired of ever making him understand everything that she had
gained on her journey with him and she made a silent vow to convince
him for once and for all that her life was better for having him in
it.  

"And what has it gotten you?  Not your sister.  Nothing that you've
set out for, but you won't give up, even now."  She reached out with
her free hand and curled her fingers around his in a fierce squeeze.
 
"You have always said that you want to believe.  But believe in
what, Mulder?"  Her eyes bored into his, every muscle in her body
quivering with the effort to make him understand... to bring him
back.  Believe in me, she silent urged.  Believe in us.  She needed
him... her Mulder.  She had lost everything else.  She would not lose
him too.  She would not let him lose himself.  Somewhere deep inside,
she knew he still existed.  The man whose unflagging beliefs had
compelled her to follow him on a journey that made no sense to her. 
The man whose passion and enthusiasm and insatiable curiosity had
forced her to look at the world around her and believe in the
intangible - she would do whatever it took to reach him. 

"If this is the truth that you have been looking for, then what is
left to believe in?"  Her entire body was taut with the need to
convince him, to release him from this self-doubt.  To make him see
himself the way she had always seen him.

Mulder's eyes devoured her face as she watched him with quiet
conviction.  He remembered that night, so many years ago, when they
had sat in a room, just like this.  Even then, she had been a little
warrior, desperate to prove to him that she was not the spy he
believed her to be.  So many things remained the same - her courage
and her passion.  But so many other things were different, as well. 
Then, despite her medical degree and subsequent graduation from the
FBI Academy, she had very much been a girl.  That Scully had known
little of heartbreak and betrayal and her beauty had been youthful
and innocent.  Now, though the mantle of loved ones stolen and
innocence lost hung heavy on her shoulders, she was every inch a
mature woman and all the more beautiful to him.  She was then and had
always been his hero.

His words were soft and he spoke slowly as though trying to pick his
way clear of a maze.  And as he basked in her glowing warmth and her
pride in him shining in her eyes, he found the words spilling out of
his soul.

"I want to believe that the dead are not lost to us.  That they
speak to us as part of something greater than us, greater than any
alien force and if you and I are powerless now, I want to believe
that if we listen to what's spoken, it can give us the power to save
ourselves."

His heart was pounding in his chest and he felt her gather his words
and shelter them deep inside of her as she once had kept their child
safe from harm.

"Then we believe the same thing."  His reward was the small but
brilliant smile that curved her lips upward and he was compelled
toward her.  Around her neck was a small, golden symbol of her faith
and he realized that her faith in him - her faith in them - was no
less fervent.  He pressed his thumb against her smile and she
rewarded him again, this time with the promise in the form of a kiss
against his flesh.

Scully locked her memories of the past into a small corner of her
heart and she reveled in the knowledge that this night would end much
differently than that first night, oh so long ago.  As he climbed
into the bed, she scooted back across the mattress to make room for
him and pushed herself further up onto her elbow.  Her hair fell in a
whisper of red silk over her back and she fluttered her lashes
against his cheek in a butterfly kiss as he settled into her arms. 
He bound her to him with one denim-clad leg and curved his arms
around her.

A tiny shudder vibrated through him as he allowed himself to be
enveloped in her and he felt the small flame of peace flicker to life.

"Maybe there's hope."  Mulder's smile was soft and his eyes
fluttered open briefly before he nestled his cheek against her
shoulder.  Scully's heart swelled and she struggled to keep her eyes
open as love and faith and hope softened his limbs and he slumped
against her.  She lost the battle and molded her body into his as she
allowed slumber to creep over them both. 

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

That dream, again.  Mulder twisted in his sleep, trying to get warm -
then feeling the most indescribably damp heat, surrounding him.

A bed, somewhere - he couldn't remember whose.  Didn't matter,
nothing mattered but the feel of her mouth, those lush lips, taking
him in, down deep where it was slick with her saliva; where her
satisfaction hummed against his overheated flesh.  And he forgot the
hard, cold floor; forgot the unending pain of forcing his mind to
remain numb, unliving, unloving - forgot it all for the need he had,
to meld himself within her fulsome caring.

He arched, hips thrusting up, reaching for more, always more... her
hands swept around, cupping him, anchoring the throb of him, as she
swirled her tongue, laved the tip of his swollen cock, then drank him
down as delicately as if sipping from the finest bone china.  Her
throat undulated around him; how did she do that? - it didn't matter,
truly not, because every inch of him was quivering and then
tightening, above the pounding of his heart he could hear broken
moans issuing forth from his gasping mouth, her name a hoarse plea.

"Scully, oh Jesus, baby..."

He awoke, alone - body sticky with sweat accumulated from yet
another wet dream, groaning her name, aching for her, aroused to an
unbearable pitch, on fire. For Scully.  Again, goddamn it to hell...

Please, not again.  Yes, it was the only thing that kept him going,
but remembering what they'd had together - and the knowing he'd never
have it again - was killing him in slow, steady bites of anguish.  He
rolled into a tight little ball, seeking to find some of his own body
warmth, unwillingly allowing his mind to recall the most beguiling
aspects of the dream, a true sucker for punishment - hearing himself
whimpering with the agony of loss -

Only to stiffen and violently start when Scully's tender palm passed
over his cheek and her urgent, "Mulder, wake up!  You're having a bad
dream," cut into his consciousness.  His eyes snapped open and he
found himself staring into her concerned blue gaze, her worried face
blurred by the darkness of the room.  A faint glow of light from the
bathroom illuminated her body, the robe slipping off one creamy
shoulder.  Mulder pushed his hot cheek into her skin and shuddered.

"I was in the holding cell.  Dreaming... about one of the last times
we... made love."  He looked up, in time to see the worry in her eyes
soften to understanding, and she opened her arms, inviting him in,
pulling him back into the rumpled bed, her breasts a welcome pillow
upon which he rested his suddenly aching head.   

Her murmur was compelling.  "Tell me."

Mulder sighed.  "I had a lot of dreams, Scully. When I was in the
desert hiding out - when I was in that fucking cell.  They kept me
sane - kept me from succumbing to those bastards and their
determination to eradicate my mind.  All about you - us - together. 
All kinds of things, from something as simple as the way we walked
down a street together," he slid a gentle hand underneath her,
against the small of her back, "to the way you made me feel, when
you... took me into your mouth, that first night.  Do you remember?"

Scully slid her fingers into his hair and tugged on him, until he
tilted his head and stared into her moist eyes.  "Mulder... how could
I forget?  It was... amazing.  Something I used to fantasize about,
at the most inopportune times - like meetings, with Skinner.  I'd
look at you, sitting close enough to smell you - and I would drop my
eyes to your, um, crotch - and wonder what it would be like to have
you... in my mouth..."  Her shaky voice trailed off and she hid her
blushing cheeks against his hair. 

Mulder rumbled out a laugh and turned his lips to her breast, kissed
the nearest nipple, covered by her thin robe.  Whispered against her
tight peak, "Scully, you naughty, naughty girl!  Daydreaming about
sucking in the Big Bopper, right in front of God and Skinner?"  

Her astonished chuckle vibrated against his nuzzling mouth.  "Big
Bopper?  You are SO full of yourself, Mulder..."  

He grasped her hand and pressed it into the loosened buttons of his
jeans, letting his cock flare into the curl of her fingers, rasping
out a smug, "You beg to differ, Scully?"

She sighed into his rumpled hair and fondled him through the denim
material, purring, "Oh, I beg, Mulder... but not to differ.  I beg to
make those dreams of yours come true, again - right here.  Right now.
I owe you, remember?  It's your turn..."

Her words sent a shiver straight up his spine.  "Oh, Scully. 
Baby... You owe me nothing.  Not a thing.  I loved touching you,
making you feel good, God it had been so long, too long -"  He leaned
up, away from her soft breast; she met him halfway and the kiss they
shared was as sudden and as fiercely hungry as it was a declaration
of their endless devotion to each other.  

Mulder's arms curved around her, dragging her more fully beneath his
eager body; Scully speared ten fingers through his hair and pulled
him down, fed off his mouth with a consuming hunger.  Their need went
from gentle to urgent in mere seconds; the realization that it could
so easily have been just another dream, fueling their frenzy like
nothing else.   

This time it was real, this time it was really Scully in his arms,
under his ravaging mouth, all silken flesh and demanding tongue, the
tang of her saliva a delicious reunion, her small hands pulling his
clothes from his body as quickly as he found himself stripping her of
the robe and her panties.  Bared to his caress, she moaned when he
sent a trembling hand over both breasts, down across her fluttering
abdomen, feathering over her damp curls until he could delve into her
wet center and impale her on two hard fingers.  

Her hips bucked into his hand and her ragged pant of, "Mulder,
please, I want to - for you..." was so unlike the normally calm,
unflustered and unflappable Dana Scully that Mulder chuckled
uncontrollably, stilling his probing fingers, letting them rest
within her, keeping her warm.  He pressed his forehead against hers,
and his reply was one feral hiss of affirmation.

"Jesus... YES, baby... but I want to stay inside you, just like
this..."

He eased back into the pillows and managed to retain hold of her,
his fingers now thrusting gently inside, as Scully positioned herself
and her hands encouraged his thighs to spread apart, his swollen cock
bobbing against her cheek.  She turned into him and kissed the
glistening head, then slowly took him in, inch by inch sheathing him
within her mouth.  

Mulder groaned as he watched her loving him.  Better than the
dreams, better than ever before...

Her mouth was relentless.  Ravenous for him. It had been too long;
his body had been dying in small pieces, needing her, starved for
her.  Not only her mouth, her body, what she could do for him, to
him... but the sound of her voice.  The way she shot down his crazy
theories, then raised him as high as Heaven with her trust, her
acceptance - her loyalty.  Protective - stabilizing.  Adoring -
ferocious in her defense, regardless of the cost to her own
reputation.  Everything Scully was, to him... all that she
represented in his sometimes sane but dislocated little world.  His,
although he scarcely deserved her - yet, content to remain his.  

He would kill anyone who sought to break them apart, ever again.  

As her mouth drove him closer and closer to ecstasy, as her hands
stroked his balls and her tongue made the most exquisite love to
him... Mulder lay in her embrace and let his fingers tease her soft
depths, a tickling rub of his index finger along the swollen labia, a
sudden and sharp press on her engorged clit.  Readying her for the
moment when she would clench at his fingers, her orgasm a wondrous
thing to behold... anxious to use his mouth on her the way she loved,
when she was soft and damp from her release, and his pleasure had
spooled itself out in the bottomless generosity of her heart.

Any second now... for both of them...

Shit, there it was, right there... every muscle in his body
tightened. Harder and higher, more and more, until he was groaning
and shouting aloud, partial syllables and vowels with no formation,
as he exploded in her mouth at the same moment she tensed and pulsed
against his seeking fingers.  And the cries that were muffled by his
surging flesh only added to the strength of his climax.  In the
throes of it - her mouth still clinging to him - Scully raised a blue-
fire gaze and locked on his widened, dilated eyes, holding him
captive until he'd emptied himself, sated at last.

Mulder fell back against the rumpled sheets and took her with him,
pulling her up and over him like a small blanket.  Emotional, so much
that neither could find words with which to speak, they lay in a
tangle of limp arms and legs.  He ran a soothing hand over her hair,
down her back; she snuggled in closer, a drowsy kitten, boneless and
almost asleep.  He savored the feel of her soft breath on his neck,
so in love with her that if he were not already cross-eyed from
coming so hard, he'd still not be able to see straight.  

However, one certainty he did see, clear as the adoration that shone
from her eyes... he saw a future, ripe with that hope he'd spoken of,
right before they'd fallen asleep, hours before.  It was surely the
only true certainty they had - and the very best one, as far as he
was concerned.

"Scully... don't fall asleep, yet."

"Hmmm.... already asleep..."

"Nope, not yet.  I owe you."

"Mul - you owe me nothing, 'cept maybe three days of sleep..."

"Yes, I do.  Owe you, big-time.  Been dreaming, Scully..."

"Dreaming?  Of what?"

"Just lie very still, baby - and I'll show you."

"You'll show - oh, God, Mulder... Ohhhhh...."

"Mmmmmmm..."

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

Tomorrow they'd sleep, but tonight there were still a few necessary
debts, to be paid - and memories that needed refreshing.  Tomorrow
would come soon enough, and they'd get in the car; they'd have to
travel and hide and travel some more and hide, some more...

But tonight they had hours, to love each other.  And that was the
very best memory of all.

end

AUTHORS' NOTES:

AVALON STEPS UP TO THE MIKE:  'In the few years I have been writing
fanfic, I have done several collaborations, and they have all been
terrific experiences. This one is certainly no exception. Although I
have not been writing as much fanfic lately, some things just scream
to be written. When Char and Tess asked me to do this story with
them, I just couldn't refuse...and my part practically wrote itself.
So thank you, Char and Tess, two of the most gifted people I have had
the pleasure of reading, for allowing me to help with this little
fic. It has been my great pleasure to work with both of you, and I
would do it again in a heartbeat!'

TESS TAKES A TURN:   'Well... the way I remember it, the story goes
something like this:

ROSE: "Char - I love the idea of this challenge. All of my favorite
words in one easy-to-read list! It's like one of those mix tapes I
used to make in high school. 'Greatest Hits of IWTB'. I've already
laminated it for posterity's sake. How would you feel about our
writing a story using this word list together?"

CHAR: "Rose-Baybee, I adore the idea of writing this with you. We've
been waiting for months for just the perfect vehicle for our foray
into a writing partnership. I know! Why don't we ask Tess to join us?
Hold on, let me just go ask her..."

CHAR: "Tess? Rose and I were wondering if you'd like to do a three-
way with us."

TESS: "A three-way? Gulp! Um... uh... ruh-ro..." (Hmmm.. I wonder...
am I giving off some kind of vibe and I don't even know it? Sure, my
horoscope did say that I should open myself to new possibilities...
but I was really thinking more along the lines of buying that blue
nail polish I saw at the Walgreen's for my next pedicure instead of
my basic pink. Great! Now I'm gonna be all weirded out when we go to
the next IWTB gathering and they ask if we can room together...)
"Um... uh... oh dear! Char, you and Rose are both dear people and I
love you, really, I do... but I just don't... I mean, I'm flattered
and all, but - "

CHAR:  "Gawd almighty! Get a grip, girl. We just want to write a
story with you."

TESS: "Ohhhhh... okay. Hey! Wait a minute! What? I'm not good enough
for you two?"

ROSE: (sighing loudly) "Char, I don't know how you put up with her.
Is it too late to back out of this deal?"

CHAR: "I'll tell you, Rose, I figure that every minute I spend in
her company is a year shaved off my purgatory time..."

Well, it was something like that... anyway - it was great fun and I
count myself blessed to have my name go out there in the company of
two of my favorite authors. And that it is our gift to Kimberly,
makes it all the better.'

CHAR, ALSO SIGHING LOUDLY AND SNATCHING THE MIKE FROM TESSIE:  "Good
Gravy...!  You ask an innocent question about collaboration and it
turns into smut...!"  

Needless to say, the most fun I have when writing is to collaborate,
with my Tessie, and now my darlin' Rose, who was sweet enough to co-
write once again with me...  Put us together and a three-way was
just bound to happen, LOL!  It's been too much fun, my lovelies -
made even better for the giving to Kimmee as a birthday gift as well
as cramming in 101 words of the smut persuasion!  Those words are
listed at the end of it all. Thanks, Tess and Rose - for allowing me
to write with my two fave authors!'

From Rose, Tess and Char:  Hope you have a wonderful birthday, Kimmee!

Combined list of words:

Adore, arched, arouse, beaded, beguiling, Beckoned, bewitched, bite,
blissful, buck, caress, clit, cock, compelled, consume, cupped,
curled, damp, delicate, delicious, delirious, desire, devoured, drag,
drove, ecstasy, envelop, erect, exquisite, feather, feral, ferocious,
fierce, flesh, fondle, gasp, glisten, grip, graze, head, hot, hum,
impale, insatiable, intone, labia, lave, lean, love, lush, moan,
moist, nipped, nipple, nuzzle, pant, parted, peak, penetrate, pound,
pulsing, push, quiver, rasp, ravenous, release, ridge, ripe, rocked,
rub, sated, savor, scrape, seduced, sheathed, shiver, shudder,
silken, skin, slick, slide, slipped, spread, stroke, succumb, surge,
sweaty, swollen, tangle, taut, tease, tender, throb, tickle, trail,
tremble, undulate, vibrate, whimper, worship