TITLE: Happy 40th Mulder (1/1) AUTHOR: Wimsey kristy4242@yahoo.com.au RATING: NC-17 CLASSIFICATION: MSR, Smut. NOTES: My baptism of fire into the world of smut was brought about through the challenge given to the msrficsupportgroup by Brie and Jeri. I was more than happy to oblige. In case you were wondering the challenge was the first line and needless to say, smut. I know it's a couple months till Mulder hits the big four-oh, but I'm steering this bandwagon, feel free to hitch a ride. Thanks to Denise for the comma patrol. SUMMARY: "Tell me a dirty story, Scully. A true one." Happy 40th Mulder. by Catriona Wimsey Mulder's toes had found their way into her armpits. Batting him away, she slumped back down into the soft sheets of oblivion. The coarse skin of an arch caressed her arm; she rolled onto her stomach. The foot persisted, lovingly stroking her back. "Muller..." Sleepy grunt. *** He knew that 'Mulder': Sleep now, sex later. Humph. He'd see about that. *** The foot moved lower, arch cupping and tracing the slopes of her perfect, lily white ass. Feigning sleep she continued to ignore him; his leg would cramp up from the odd angle soon enough. It's a bitch being 40. She smiled into the bed linen. The arch still caressed the mounds of her bottom. The delicious texture of rough skin left her ass sensitized and goose fleshed with each pass. To open her eyes, raise her head, flip over and arch a brow would require too much from her weary muscles. So she didn't. "Mulder." "Correct." "Shh... go to sleep." "No, not sleep." "Yes, sleep for me." She gathered the bedclothes and wrapped herself in a cocoon, planning to sleep till spring. *** Scully was tearing the sheets off him and attempting to mummify herself at the foot of the bed. She was making him cold and worse she was almost asleep again. "It's still my birthday, baby." Heh, heh. She'd wake up just for the pleasure of castrating him for calling her baby. *** "No, it ended about three hours ago shnukems, sugar-daddy, sweetheart, honey-drop." "My birthday till I fall asleep, sugar coated, blue frosting pop-tart." She had to laugh at that. After all it was a promise she'd made herself: giggle at Mulder's jokes, especially when they aren't funny. Makes him feel loved. "Shh, you need your sleep now that you're an old man." It was a swift attack, one she knew was a surety after such a remark. He laid across her, pushing her into the bed as she squirmed and kicked trying to escape his tickling fingers. "Mulder! Stop, stop! Please!" His fingers dug into her ribs. "Who's an old man?!" "No please, stop it, you'll wake the baby!" She laughed. "Nice try, Scully. No dice." The crib at the foot of the bed was empty. Grandmother and grandson were currently bonding for the night in Baltimore while daughter and partner did a little bonding of their own. "Okay, okay, you're not old, you're not!" Fingers ceased their torture and two hands caressed the afflicted area. They crawled up from the foot of the bed and snuggled under the covers. "Being mean to me on my birthday, you're a cruel woman." "How shall I _ever_ make it up to you?" "Tell me a naughty story." She rolled her eyes in the dark. Oh brother. "Naughty huh? You want to hear about the time I smoked my mother's cigarettes? That was naughty." "Tell me a dirty story, Scully. A true one." "Oh, you want to hear a dirty story about myself that I've never been able to tell anyone because it was so dirty and a secret?" "That's the one." He spooned up behind her, laying a hand over her stomach. "Okay." She though for a long moment. "I had just finished my freshman year at Berkeley. Melissa and I borrowed Mom's car for the day and took a ride up to Venice beach. It was crowded but we found a bit of sand and spread out our towels." "Suit." "What? Oh a bikini, it was 1982 so-" "Polka dots then?" "No, it wasn't and I am not even the slightest bit surprised that you're well versed in bikini fashions of the eighties or any decade. Do you want me to continue?" "Yes, please," he smiled, nuzzling his face into her hair. "Melissa and I had gone shopping for summer bikinis a few weeks before and we'd both bought the string sort with the triangles that only barely cover the essentials. I was pretty embarrassed and-" "Color? This is important, don't roll your eyes." "Blue, almost the color of the ocean." *** An innocent, nineteen year old Scully with her trim waist and nineteen year old perky breasts covered only by blue triangles. Oh yeah. There were signs of life from below his waist; he was forty now but he would be in his cold grave when he didn't get instantly hard from that image. *** "I don't suppose it was a thong?" She smiled. "Sorry, I was a little self conscious in the suit as it was, but trying not to let Melissa see how uncomfortable I really was exposing a little skin. Of course she knew already and wanted to see how far she could push her reserved little sister. She dared me-" "Oh no," he said, delighted. "Oh yes, she dared me and you know I never back down from a dare. She dared me to remove my top and get a European tan." *** Perky, milky-white nineteen year old Scully breasts exposed to all the world to see. Oh Jesus. *** "And then what?" "I was horrified, but she dared me and said that it would only be for fifteen minutes and she even offered to do the dare herself as well." "Oh." "I was no coward, so Missy and I took off our string bikini tops and we laid there in the sun for all to see. I was really embarrassed and could feel people's eyes crawling all over me as they walked past. I was counting in my head, willing the time to go faster but after a couple of minutes I felt my breasts begin to burn." She waited for a comment, but none came. He was no doubt too preoccupied recreating the scene in his fevered little imagination. He noticed she had stopped talking and prodded her back with his hardening erection. "I didn't want to get a stinging, bright red sunburn on my breasts, not just because of the pain but because I knew I probably wouldn't be able to wear a bra for a week. I also didn't want to chicken out in front of Melissa, either, so I didn't have much of a choice. I sat up and poured some sunblock on my hand and rubbed it over my breasts." "You did not." "Oh yes I did." "You rubbed sun block all over your breasts in the middle of a crowded beach, in front everyone?" he squeaked. "Yeah, well, like I said, it was either that or go bra-less for a week." *** An innocent nineteen year old Scully with her perky breasts swinging free under a T-shirt, or a not so innocent nineteen year old Scully rubbing sun block all over her tits on Venice beach. He groaned to himself; good choice, Scully. "What happened next?" "I laid back down on the towel ready to count the fifteen minutes out in my head till I could put my top back on. I could still feel people's eyes crawling over me and the sun was so hot, I had begun to sweat a little. After a while I lost count and well, I think it was the heat in addition to the people that were staring at me, I started to..." "To what!?" "I started to get pretty aroused. I mean, so many people were looking at me, some guys were staring. Staring at me the way guys stare at blond bombshells with legs to the sky. They were staring at me like I was beautiful goddess." Oh god. He was really hard now and slowly rocking his hips against her ass. He was hot and she was driving him so nuts with this story he was humping her back like a a dog humping someone's leg. "Keep going, Scully." "Soon I was really wet and desperately wanted to touch myself, but I couldn't -- not in broad daylight, with everyone watching and my sister lying next to me. I looked over at Melissa and she was engrossed in a magazine, not paying the slightest bit of attention to me. So I dug my heels into the sand and started to rock my hips, pretending just to run my feet through the hot sand. I squeezed my thighs together and rocked my pelvis. I wanted to come so much and I was almost there, I just needed a little extra. So I reached down and-" "And what!?" Unable to wait even for the story to end, Mulder moved over her and pushed her down onto her back, slipping into her. Her moist heat pulled him in and he groaned. "And under the guise of checking my suit, I gave it a tug and the material rubbed the right way and I came. I came right there not two feet from my sister, on a crowded beach, top-less and under the hot Californian sun." "Oh Jesus," he grunted, thrusting into her. The breaks had failed, he was about to set a new land speed record and there was nothing he could do about it except try to get her off as well. He reached down between them and stroked her clit and, to his great surprise, she came within moments. He let go of all restraint and stroked into her spilling his seed and collapsed onto her. *** Their heavy panting filled the room until he spoke. "You and Will, and the cake you two baked for me today, and earlier tonight was fantastic. And now you, Special Agent Dana Scully M.D., just told me a smutty story. This is the best birthday I have ever had. You're my beautiful Goddess Scully." She curled around him, laying her head on his chest. "I love you too, Mulder." "Scully, promise me something?" "Anything." "Promise me you won't EVER, EVER tell me how much of that story isn't true? How much you just made up for me?" "It's all true, Mulder." "That's good. Don't ever tell me otherwise, promise?" "I promise. Happy 40th Mulder." END