Happy Birthday Becky! I know that I told you you would get a Mariah song fic for your birthday, but, well, the Tigers!musi stole the song I had in mind, so blame yourself *G*. I knew though that once that song was out, this song was the only other way to go. I'm very glad I went with this song instead of the other I had originally planned, because I do really like the way this turned out; fun, and cute, and smutty with just a pinch of seriousness, which is what all birthday fic should be *nods*. I really do hope you like it. I'll take the time here while I'm rambling to say thank you for everything in the past little while we've been friends. You've always been there to listen to me bitch, and to keep me from killing people, and I appreciate that *G*. And of course, all the fun fake!stuff, from drunken s'mores to pink underwear to the very song this is written from, it's all been a blast. So yes, thank you much. I'll stop my rambling now, but not without two last words: Everybody Mambo! *G*
Love,
James
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Rating: NC-17
Original Date of Completion: June 2003
Actual Fic Title: Fever
Pairing: Kirk Maltby/Chris Chelios
Disclaimer: Don't own them, I wish I did. I don't own this song either, and I couldn't tell you who does. The version in this fic however is sang by Peggy Lee. That is real. The rest of this is fake, conjured in the confines of my demented little mind. So please, don't sue me.
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I love Chris, I really do. He's smart, he's funny, he's caring, he's incredibly sexy. He's an excellent father, even if he sometimes thinks he's not. He's one of the more vibrant souls I've ever known, even with everything he's been through. He's made me happier in just a few short months than anyone else could even come close to in my entire life; I truly believe he's my reward for dealing with all the shit I have in my life. He's just an awesome human being, really. He'd be almost perfect, if not for a couple of little things. One, he's allergic to housework. And two, he is the single moodiest person I have ever met in my life.
I can deal with the housework, but the moodiness can be a bit much sometimes. Only sometimes, though. A lot of time, he just gets all petulant, and pouty, and growls a lot, it's pretty cute in all actuality. But the other times, he gets...I don't know...dark, I guess. He doesn't smile, he doesn't talk, he just kind of sits there all upset and depressed like. I hate seeing him like that, especially because I know why and how he gets like that; it's something he could put a stop to any time he wanted, yet he doesn't do it. I'll never understand why, but I've given up even trying to. All it ever results in is an argument, and I hate arguing with Chris more than I've ever hated arguing with anyone in my life. I can't explain why that is, it just is. I hate doing it, so I prevent it by any means necessary. And the best way for me to do that is to not try to explain why he lets himself get upset like that, and instead do something I should've been doing all along. And that, is making him happy.
That is why I am currently hiding in the coat closet in our living room, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers, and an orange tie, both made of silk as sort of an extra treat. There are a lot of ways to cheer Chris up, most of which involve some bizarre combination of Oreos and alcohol. And they all work, at least for a little bit. I'm not going for a little bit here though, I want long lasting happy. And there is only one way I know how to get that, well, only one REALLY fun way. I've only done it a few times, at Christmas, St. Patrick's Day, after we lost in the playoffs, and you had to surgically remove his smile after each time. That's how I knew that there was nothing better I could do to make him happy, than to put on another one of my little routines.
This one was going to be a bit different though, as this particular song had become sort of special to both of us. I'd worked pretty hard on making sure everything was perfect for this one, for that simple fact. Truth be told, I think me dancing half naked for him at all would make him happy. But with this song, everything had to be perfect. I wanted to give him the fever, so to speak. So I sent the kids away, and with some help from the 600 goal love, a plan was born. He'd just pulled in the driveway a second ago, which gave me just enough time to dive into the closet, stereo remote in hand. My body was tingling in anticipation, waiting to hear the door open. When it finally did, I slipped the remote through the crack at the bottom of the closet door, and pressed play for the CD player.
"What the fuck?" Chris asked, startled as the music began to play.
I giggled to myself at his reaction, slowly easing open the closet door. He stood in front of the couch, turning his head toward the closet as I crawled from it. I glanced up at him as I crawled, smirking as I saw his face. Unlike the other times I'd done this, he wasn't suppressing a smile. A devilish grin lit up his face, and his eyes twinkled mischievously. Already my plan was working, and I grinned smugly as I reached where he stood. He smirked down at me, plopping down onto the sofa and resting his hands behind his head as Peggy Lee's voice started the first lyric.
"Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care," I lipsynched along, crawling up slowly between his legs. I placed my hands on either side of his hips, and slowly pushed myself up. "When you put your arms around me, I get a fever that's hard to bear," I pushed myself up suddenly, leaning slightly into him. "You give me fever - when you kiss me," I pressed a quick peck to his lips, pulling away before the next lyric played. "Fever when you hold me tight," His arms moved up to wrap around me, but I stopped them before they had the chance, clamping my hands onto his biceps and pushing him back against the couch. "Fever - in the morning, fever all through the night."
He grinned as I pushed myself away from him, standing in front of him and swaying slowly to the music as he spoke. "Seems to me it happens all through the morning, and the afternoon, and the evening, and the night," He rambled on arrogantly, licking his lips lasciviously as his eyes traveled along my body.
I rolled my eyes, swinging my hips, working my way slowly down to the floor. "Don't flatter yourself, Chelios," I said mockingly, swinging my hips and working quickly back up. "You're too old to last that long," I grinned.
"Hey!" He growled, hopping to his feet.
I pushed him back down onto the couch and quickly straddled his hips, ending his protests with a quick, deep kiss. He gasped as I pulled away, and I smirked as the next lyric began to play.
"Sun lights up the daytime, moon lights up the night," I pulled his shirt untucked from the jeans he wore, and grabbing a handful of the fabric, leaned back, arching my back upward as the next lyric played. "I light up when you call my name, and you know I'm gonna treat you right. You give me fever,"
I pulled myself back up to a sitting position, releasing my hold on his shirt and slipping my arms around his neck. He leaned up against me, the bill of his hat bumping against my chest. I brushed my hand through his hair from the neck upward, pushing his hat off in the process. I grabbed it with my free hand, tossing it away from us, as he wrapped his arms around my back and pressed his lips to my chest just in time for the next lyric.
"When you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight. Fever - in the morning, fever all through the night."
I pushed him away, quickly de-straddling him and getting to my feet. As the next lyric began to play, I smirked at him, and slowly began to loosen my tie. "Everybody's got the fever, this is something you all know. Fever isn't such a new a thing, fever started long ago."
He grinned, watching intently as I pulled the tie from my neck, and dragged it slowly along my chest. "I say it started the second you stepped out of that closet, wearing those," He glanced down at my boxers with a hungry smirk. "But from the looks of things, it started for you long before that,"
I grinned, stepping closer to him, so my knees rested against his legs. He looked up at me, biting his lip as I ran the silk tie through my fingers. I knew what he was expecting, for the tie to wind up around his neck. Every time I did this, I had some kind of prop that he wound up wearing; a santa hat for Christmas, a beer hat for St. Patrick's day, and shoulder pads for the playoffs. This time I had a tie, so it's to be expected that he would wind up wearing it. And he would, just not yet. I've got better ideas right now.
Smirking at him, I slipped the tie back around my neck, leaving it hanging loosely, each end just barely covering my nipples (I'd had to go shopping to find a tie that was just the perfect length to do that.) He bit his lip again, gaping up at me with a confused expression, and I giggled as I bent forward. I grabbed his hands in mine, and slowly straightened up, arching my chest, and thrusting my hips forward. He gasped quietly, making me smirk again as I brought his hands to my hips and held them in place there. I began to slowly grind my hips in front of him, just as the next lyric started.
"Romeo loved Juliet, Juliet she felt the same. When he put his arms around her, he said 'Julie baby, you're my flame.' Thou givest fever," I thrust my hips forward, resulting in a small growl, and his fingers digging slightly into my hips. This time I was the one to gasp, as his strong hands began to guide my hips in their swaying, as the song continued. "When we kisseth, fever with thy flaming youth,"
He snorted. "Oh yeah baby, my youth is flaming,"
I giggled softly, fighting against his hands to add a large swing of the hips, back and forth in time with the next lyric. "Fever - I'm afire, fever yea I burn forsooth,"
He tucked his thumbs hesitantly past the waistband of my boxers, smiling questioningly up at me. "I don't know if you burn," He spoke softly, tugging my boxers just millimeters down, whilst I continued swaying my hips. "But you ARE really fucking hot,"
I slipped my hands into his hair, brushing my fingers gently through the hat-flattened black, in a form of silent encouragement. He quickly got the hint, tugging the silk faster down my hips. When my hipbones were uncovered, I felt his tongue almost immediately press against the right, and I moaned softly, clenching my hands in his hair. I felt him snicker against my skin, and was set to object, but the song continuing cut me off.
"Captain Smith and Pocahontas, had a very mad affair,"
I whimpered quietly as his teeth scraped against my left hipbone, and reluctantly I pushed him away. He was ruining my routine, whimpering and moaning came AFTER the song was over. So for now, he would just have to sit there with the impatient, predatory look on his face, while I ground my hips and touched myself for his amusement. Though I don't know if amusement is the right word, judging by the bulge hidden beneath his jeans. He was something with an A, but amused wasn't it. I'm thinking aroused, myself. But why wouldn't he be, I've done everything BUT pull his dick out and start going to work. That comes later. Right now, the song is still going. And as much as I want to say fuck it, I've never left a routine unfinished yet. And I don't plan to now, so quickly I kneel in front of him, crawling up again between his legs and slipping my hands beneath his shirt.
"When her daddy tried to kill him, she said 'Daddy oh don't you dare.' He gives me fever," I pulled the shirt quickly over his head, discarding it carelessly behind me. I grazed a hand softly along his chest, making him shiver as I lifted slowly to my feet, continuing with the song as I did so. "With his kisses, fever when he holds me tight. Fever,"
Now standing, I pushed him roughly back on the couch, pressing a foot gently against his groin. He gasped, growling softly as I began to gently massage him through his jeans with just small movements of my foot. "I'm going to give you more than fever if you keep that up," He sighed, his eyes fluttering shut as I continued in my motions.
I simply grinned, continuing with the song without a word. "I'm his missus, oh daddy won't you treat him right,"
He whimpered as I took my foot away, stepping back away from me, and resuming my earlier swaying as the music played onto the next verse. He bit his lip, absently running his hand across his chest, and staring at me through his eyelashes. "I'll treat you right, baby. Just give me a chance, and stop fucking torturing me with that fucking dancing,"
I giggled, halting my motions with a grin. He smiled, beckoning me to him with a finger. I shook my head, and slowly I pulled the tie from my neck, dragging it again softly down my chest. I shivered exaggeratedly from the feeling, writhing for a moment as sexily as I could manage. That earned me another growl, and he bit his lip as I quickly pushed my boxers the remaining way down. I made the few steps back to him, stepping from my boxers in the process. Now standing once again in front of him, I slipped the tie around his neck just as the final verse began.
"Now you've listened to my story, here's the point that I have made," His hands returned to my hips, and like earlier they guided them in their swaying. "Chicks were born to give you fever, be it Fahrenheit of centigrade. They give you fever," I pushed his hands away, and took a step back, still holding onto the tie. He grinned up at me as I ran the silk along his neck, back and forth like you would a towel when you're drying off. I just smiled, grinding my hips with larger swings, and tightening my grip on the tie. "When you kiss them, fever when you live and learn. Fever, till you sizzle, what a lovely way to burn,"
With that, I tugged him forward with the tie, and the routine was ended instantly as he took me in his mouth. I nearly collapsed forward from the sudden feeling, grabbing onto his shoulders to steady myself. I hadn't expected this at all, the tugging with the tie was supposed to bring him to his feet. That didn't happen, but I definitely wasn't complaining about what did. He bobbed his head slowly, running his tongue softly along the underside of my dick. His hands stayed on my hips, his fingers digging lightly into the skin, his thumbs running gently over my hipbones. It amused me sometimes how much attention he paid to my hipbones, though I enjoyed every second of it. Somewhere along the line, Chris discovered that they were a very sensitive part of my body, so he took every opportunity he could to touch them. And he did it most often in moments like this, with his mouth working blissfully on my shaft, which only served to intensify all feelings involved.
It never took me very long to approach release when he did this, he was just that good at it. Normally he would pull away just before orgasm hit, then smirk and laugh until I tackled and had my way with him. But right now, even as I try to pull away, he shows no intentions of stopping until I get off. And who am I to deny him that? My hands nestled in his hair as he increased his bobbing speed, and I thrust my hips softly to meet him. His hands moved slowly from my hipbones, gently massaging my ass as they traveled across it. As his finger caressed lightly down the crack, pressing briefly against my opening, I lost it, exploding down his throat with a soft whimper. He kept bobbing until the last shot fired, then slowly pulled away, dragging his teeth torturously softly along my dick as he did so. I made a noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper, and clenched my hand in his hair. He snickered, smirking at me and climbing quickly to his feet.
"Like that?" He asked arrogantly, slipping an arm around my waist and pulling me to him.
I gasped as he ground his hips, still covered by his jeans, against my now sensitive skin. The obvious answer to his question is something like "Fuck yeah!", but I just wouldn't be me if I let him know how good he was. Part of what he loves about me is my smartass attitude, so I'm never one to let a golden opportunity like this pass me by.
"I've had better," I replied with a shrug, smirking at his mocking gasp.
"You have not," He whispered, biting gently at my neck. "I'm the best,"
I snickered, dragging my nails softly down his back. "Prove it,"
"You asked for it,"
Before I had the chance to reply, I felt myself pushed back against the wall. His lips pressed immediately against my own for a rough, claiming kiss. I moaned softly against his lips, nibbling gently at his tongue as it snaked its way into my mouth. His chest was pressed tightly against me, rumbling with a growl, but his hands were nowhere to be felt. But as I heard a zipper ripped down, I knew where they were. I brought my hands quickly to his waist to assist him in the jean removal I should've done during my routine, but by the time my hands even arrived, they connected with nothing but skin. It amazed me how quickly he could undress sometimes. But it was never a thought I could dwell on, as when he undressed quickly, other things came quickly as well. This time was no different, as I felt his hands slip beneath my ass, and heard him grunt as he slowly lifted me from the floor.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging tightly to him as he lifted. When I was at the right level, he pressed me back against the wall, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He flashed me a lustful grin as I reached between us, gripping his throbbing cock in my hand. I smiled in return, jerking his cock with a few quick strokes before positioning it at my opening. He brought his lips again to mine, kissing softer this time, as slowly he pushed himself into me.
I whimpered quietly, still not used to feeling the girth of him inside me, even though this happens quite often. When he reached the hilt, as customary, he stayed still to allow me time to adjust. One thing I can say about my body, it doesn't take long to adjust; only seconds later I clenched around him, giving him the go ahead. He stared up at me as he began a slow thrusting, mouthing the words 'I love you.' I smiled, clenching around him, and mouthing the words .'I love you more.' He smirked, shaking his head, and thrust a bit harder. I moaned loudly as his cock tapped against my prostate, and buried my face in his neck. I began to suck softly at the skin, as he settled into a nice rhythm, and quickly both of us were lost in the pleasure.
I couldn't say how long it lasted; the truth is I slip away from the conscious world when Chris is inside me. It's the most incredible feeling in the world, and it could last seconds, minutes, or hours, and it would still never be long enough. It's not until I feel his thrusting quicken, and his moans gain in volume that I'm pulled back to reality. I clenched tightly around him with each thrust, biting not-so-gently at his neck. It takes only a minute of that for him to reach orgasm, and as always, he whispered 'I love you' into my ear as he exploded deep inside me. He thrust into me twice more, accompanying each with a whimper, then pulled himself from me. I released my legs from his waist, sliding slowly back onto the floor. As my feet connected with the carpet, Chris collapsed against me, pressing his lips against my neck. I slipped my hand into his hair, hugging him toward me, and placed a soft kiss to his ear.
"Love you," I whispered, stroking a hand down his back. "You were incredible,"
"Love you," He grunted in reply, kissing just below my ear. "And I was more than incredible, I was the best,"
I giggled softly. "Yeah, you were. I'm not even going to deny it after that,"
"I didn't think you would," He snickered against my neck. "You were pretty good yourself,"
"I know. I always am,"
He laughed softly, pressing a soft kiss to my neck. "Hey Kirk?"
"Hmm?"
"Are you gonna do 'When You're Good to Mama' next?"
I giggled, shaking my head and pressing my lips softly against his temple. "Halloween. I promise,"
'Or the next time you're upset,' I thought to myself. 'Because as far as I'm concerned, you should never be unhappy again.' And if this is what I have to do to make him happy, I'll do it every damn day. The routine never fails me, and even if I make a complete ass of myself while doing it, I'll still do it as long as it works. As long as Chris still loves me, and as long as it makes him happy, I'd dress up like Cher and sing 'Turn Back Time' if I had to. That's what love's about. And I really do love him that much, even if he can't pick up a broom.
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