Sara B 07/06
on the back porch railing sipping her coffee while watching the sun rise. This
was her favorite time of the day, when the sky received its first kiss of morning light.
she was witness to a show of grand proportions. Today the sky was filled with
wisps of clouds painted from a pallet that even the most talented artisan couldn’t duplicate. The day before the sky was angry. It was filled with multi
tonal gray clouds peppered with occasional flashes of light and the air was filled with the sound of deafening rolling thunder.
a soft tread and turned to greet Mulder as he padded barefoot over the slightly rough porch floorboards. “You should put slippers on; you don’t want to risk a splinter.”
his coffee, looked down at her unshod feet and raised his brow. “Like my
dad always said, do as I say not as I do, Mulder.” She raised her head
and he lowered his to meet her lips. Another thing she loved about mornings was
the first kiss of the day. “Love you, Mulder.”
you too, Scully. Beautiful morning, not like yesterday. Anything planned for the day?”
morning is beautiful in its way; everyone unique and different.”
in and kissed her again. “Kind of like your kisses, each one different
but enjoyable every time.” His eyes told her that he may be teasing but
he meant what he said.
you love me anyway.”
I guess I do. I must be a masochist.”
has got to be it.” Mulder held her in a loose hug. “You never answered, is there anything you want to do today?”
planned but I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind if we pretended it was yesterday?”
confused, “I’m not following you. Did you want to do something yesterday
that we didn’t do because of the bad weather?”
I’m saying I really enjoyed what we ended up doing because of the bad weather.”
all we did was,” Mulder broke off when it hit him. “Oh, right: day
inside, mostly in bed. Geez, Scully, look at that sky. What a rotten day. Maybe we should just spend the day inside,
what do you think?” The last of his statement came out breathy as her mouth
gently suckled his nipple.
know, Mulder, we wouldn’t want the weather to ruin our honeymoon.”
pulled her to him. “Oh, we won’t, Scully, we most certainly won’t.”
He attached his lips to her neck. He smiled against her skin when he was
rewarded with a deep groan.
mornings and Mulder was becoming pretty fond of them too.