For Lynne...Happy Birthday!
Additional notes at the end.
Scully tapped lightly at the door, then peeked into the room.
"Are you decent?" she asked, walking slowly into the hospital room. Mulder turned his head and smiled, his face brightening under the wide swatch of bandage covering the surgical scars from his unscheduled brain biopsy.
"That depends on your definition of decent ," he said with a leer. Looking down at his blanket-covered body, he added, "And do not ask me to get up out of this bed. These gowns are an offense against mankind. Did they say I could wear my own clothes yet?" Mulder asked.
She smiled. He really was acting like the Mulder she knew again. The first few days he had been in and out of consciousness. After that, he had given appropriate answers to questions about time and place, but he didn't joke and a non-sarcastic Mulder was a definite concern.
"So, did you bring me something?" he asked, pointing to the bag in her hand.
She smiled and set it down on the table that was extended over his bed.
"Of course, Mulder. Say, do you remember what day it is?" she asked.
Mulder grimaced. "I'm turning into a freaking Franklin Covey planner, they ask me that question so often. It's Wednesday, October 20, I've been here for 5 days and I had better get out before the World Series starts on Saturday. I also happen to know that Bill Clinton is the president, he was impeached, but nobody cared. Any more questions?"
Scully shook her head. Instead she reached into the bag and pulled out a small plate. She set it on the table, then placed a chocolate cupcake on the plate. Reaching into her jacket pocket she pulled out a candle and stuck it in the cake.
"Thirty-nine. I couldn't let that one pass by," she said, smiling.
He chuckled. "Why Scully, you remembered."
"I'm sorry, they were out of keychains, I had to settle for the cake. I hope you aren't allergic to chocolate. This might kill you."
"Nah, chocolate is perfect. None for you?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No, this one's for you. You think you can blow the candle out before it sets off any alarms?"
He nodded and she reached back in her pocket and pulled out a red lighter. She flicked it on and lit the small candle. Mulder paused for a moment, closed his eyes and blew the candle out.
"Good wish?" she asked.
"Same as always," he responded. He pulled the candle out and laid it on the edge of the plate. The wrapper was quickly disposed of and he stuck the cake in his mouth with one bite.
"Don't choke," Scully teased.
Mulder smiled as he kept chewing. Swallowing, he brushed a crumb away from the corner of his mouth.
"Best I've ever had," he replied, his mouth still partially full.
"Didn't your mom teach you to finish chewing before you speak?" she asked.
He smiled and continued chewing the last of the cake, reaching for his glass of water to wash the rest of it down.
"So, did I have much competition?" she asked.
"For what?" he responded.
"Best cake. What kinds of birthdays have there been?"
Mulder paused, leaning back against the pillows on the up-raised bed.
"Well, when Sam was alive there was always a good cake from Dauber's Bakery in Chilmark. They made these great cakes with filling, but my mom always got the lemon filling for my birthday. I don't know why. Sam liked it, though."
Scully nodded and reached over to finger the wrapper, now lying folded on the plate.
"After she was gone, it was different. I mean, everything was different. That first year, my mom really tried. She took me out for dinner, the waiters sang. It was pretty embarrassing. I mean, I was thirteen. People were staring. My dad had said he would come, but he never showed up. He didn't show up for much after she was gone. It was almost better, though. When he did come it was usually with his good friend Jack Daniels and they often made for bad company."
Scully slid her hand over to wrap it around Mulder's. He tightened it slightly in response as he continued.
"The next year she didn't bother to go along, but she did leave a twenty on the table with a note. That's the last one I think she remembered, or at least the last one she acknowledged. I think that admitting that I was growing older was admitting that Sam wasn't."
Mulder looked down at the remains of the cake and their linked hands. He lifted them up, gently kissing her fingers.
"So, thanks. It was really kind of you to remember."
Scully nodded, trying not to let her emotions show. She knew that things had been hard for Mulder, but it was pretty rare that he talked about it. It was strange, he had told her about his sister's abduction very shortly after they met, but it had been years before she had known his mother's name. She had never met his father, but then again, he had never met hers. They had spent so much of their lives together, yet there was still such a gulf between them.
She leaned in and kissed him lightly on his forehead. Her hand reached up to touch the hair peeking over his bandage, then ran down the side of his face. It had been so long since they had been this close.
He smiled and moved slightly so he could kiss her again, this time on the lips. She pulled back slightly, then leaned further into the kiss. Mulder pushed the table away from the bed and slid over slightly so she could sit on the bed next to him.
His hands knit into the back of her hair as he pulled her closer and closer, his tongue probing further into her mouth, trying to stake his claim to her body and soul. She leaned against him, the warmth of her body penetrating through the thin cotton of the hospital gown.
Mulder gasped slightly and she pulled back.
"Did I hurt you," she asked quickly, her eyes surveying the bed. Her eyes stopped when she noticed the growing bulge in the blankets between his legs.
"You have to do something about it," Mulder said, seriously, the grave look on his face contradicted by the glint of amusement in his eyes.
"That's not fair, Mulder," she responded.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, you're...you're sick and you know that I can't turn down a request now. I just thought...when we renewed our...relationship, it would be special. I mean, well, I thought there would be jasmine in the air, not anti-septic."
"I'm sorry Scully, but you started this. You have to finish it. It's the only humanitarian thing to do," Mulder pleaded.
She shook her head and looked toward the partially open door. They could hear patients and hospital staff moving along the hall.
"Close it. We have at least fifteen minutes 'til they come in with my night meds," Mulder responded, his voice coming in little gasps.
"This is purely a humanitarian gesture," Scully replied, as she went to push the door closed. She considered flipping the lock, but then thought better of it. Anyone coming to the closed door would be considerate enough to knock.
She pushed the sleeves of her pink sweater up and pulled back the blankets.
"Any special requests, Agent Mulder?" she asked. "You realize I'm only doing this because it's your birthday and you're sick," she teased.
Mulder chuckled and shook his head. "Just make it quick. I'm dying..."
Scully climbed on the bed, settling a leg on either side of Mulder's. She lowered the bed slightly so Mulder's head was only slightly inclined. She leaned in and kissed him again as her hand snaked down his chest and hiked his gown up slightly.
"Mulder...commando-style?" she teased.
He blushed slightly as her hand brushed over his swollen testis and penis. She teased the head while holding the length of him in her other hand. He grew even harder.
"God, Scully--" Mulder panted.
She slid toward the end of the bed and dipped her head down, running her tongue up and down the shaft, teasing at the small wrinkles and folds.
Mulder arched his back slightly as Scully continued to work her way up and down Mulder's penis, pulling him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Mulder's eyes were riveted on what she was doing, and she could tell he was already close. Sliding her left hand under him, she squeezed his ass. Her right hand wrapped around the base of his cock and pumped up and down as she continued to work him with her mouth and tongue. He began to pant quicker and quicker, then cried out as he reach orgasm.
Scully rested back on her heels as Mulder wiped the slight sheen of sweat from his forehead.
"You think anyone heard?" he asked. She shrugged and moved to get off the bed. He reached out and grabbed her wrist stopping her. "Thanks Scully, that was...well, one hell of a birthday gift."
She smiled and hopped from the bed, straightening her shirt, tucking the tail back into her pants.
She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the forehead. "You're welcome, Mulder. Happy birthday."
She turned and walked toward the door. Pausing, she turned back to see that he had already closed his eyes, turning slightly toward his right side.
*Happy birthday, Mulder* she repeated silently.
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Four months later
Scully looked up as Mulder walked into the office, a steaming cup of coffee in his right hand, a small bag in his left.
"You were gone when I got up this morning," she said, smiling at him.
He shrugged and dropped the bag on his desk where she sat, typing into the computer.
"I had a couple of errands to run," he replied, dropping down onto the corner of the desk.
"For me?" she asked.
"Happy birthday, baby," he replied.
She smiled and reached into the bag, pulling out a long, slim gold box.
"Jewelry?" she queried.
Mulder shrugged.
Scully pulled the lid off to reveal a gold plate with "Special Agent Dana Scully, M.D." engraved on it.
"I thought it was time," Mulder replied. "I'm not sure why they didn't do it when we moved back down here last year.
Scully smiled and leaned in to kiss him. "So, how long will it take maintenance to get it put on the door?"
"Why don't you ask them," Mulder answered. "They're right out in the hall way."
Scully got up and walked out the office door. She turned to the right to find two of the guys from facilities management waiting there...with a beautiful oak desk.
"Agent Mulder said we should wait to see where you wanted this," the shorter man said.
Scully smiled broadly as she ushered them into the office, directing them to place the desk near Mulder's, where he had cleared a place for it to sit. The maintenance guys slid it into place and then excused themselves.
"Mulder...this is beautiful," she said, running her hand along the edge of the desk. It was perfect. Just the right size for her frame, not so overwhelming like his bureau issue or the one she had worked at upstairs. "Where did you get it?"
"I saw it in a window last week when I ran to the Safeway for milk. It just called out your name," he replied. "I'm...I'm sorry I didn't do it a long time ago. You...you deserve equal credit and respect in this division. It doesn't happen without you."
She turned and smiled at him. "Thank you, Mulder. It...they both mean a great deal to me."
He nodded and turned to the door to the office, closing it and throwing the lock.
"Mulder?" she asked.
"I just think, before you clutter it up with pictures of your mom and brothers, that we should check out its load-bearing status," Mulder began. He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling. He picked her up and slid her back along the smooth wood of the desk, moving his hands up from her waist, freeing the button on the front of her jacket.
"Mulder, do you..."
He smothered her words with another kiss. As he continued to press against her, he slid his hand up underneath her skirt. His hand moved along her thigh until he stopped and pulled back.
"Thigh highs, Agent Scully? I'm shocked."
She just shrugged and smiled. Mulder, with renewed interest, hiked her skirt up around her waist. He leaned in and kissed her again, leaning her back against the desk. He slid his hand up past her stockings and into her panties. His long, slender fingers moved back and forth across her soft wet skin, moving steadily, rhythmically. She began to pant as her pleasure grew.
"Happy birthday to you..." Mulder intoned.
"Don't...sing...now..." she panted, her back arching slightly. She shuddered in delight as the sensation peaked, washing over her again and again.
Mulder pulled his hand back and stuck the moist fingers in his mouth. "Scully, you always taste fantastic."
She raised herself up on her elbows and smiled at him. "It's not birthday cake."
"There's plenty of time for cake later," he replied.
The End
Notes: Well,
I think they're doing it on the show now, so maybe they were before Mulder
has his little "incident." Oh well...it was smut for smut's sake.
As always, a big thanks to my betas: Beth, Sandy and Gerry.
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