Better than a kiss
By Amy Jonas
Rating: PG
Email: adjonas2000@yahoo.com
Category: Romance
Disclaimer: Not mine, damn it!
Keywords: Jimmy Bond & Yves Adele Harlow
Summery: she read the note written in Jimmy's scrawled handwriting. Just for you. Something better than a kiss.
Yves entered her dark apartment; switched on the lights and dropped her over night bag on the floor. She would take care of it later; right now all she wanted was to relax with a cup of hot tea. She headed for the kitchen, slowing when she smelled the musky scent of Jimmy's cologne.
"Jimmy?" She was surprised he would be at her apartment today of all days; Super Bowl Sunday. It had been all he had talked about for the past few weeks especially since The New England Patriots were playing. The boys had gone all out by hosting a Super Bowl party. She had been invited along with Mulder, Special Agents Scully, Doggett, Reyes and A.D. Skinner as well as Kimmy Belmont and some other hacker buddies.
The idea of being around so many other people in a social situation made Yves feel ill at ease and she had snatched the opportunity to look into a company that was rumored to be owned by her father. Jimmy had been disappointed when she told him she wouldn't be able to attend the party and had offered to forgo it himself to assist her. She had refused to let him give up his plans. She knew how much he loved the game. Besides it was only a reconnaissance and she wouldn't be gone long. Just long enough to miss the party. Which was why she was surprised to smell his cologne.
"Jimmy?" No answer. She didn't bother to call out again. If he was here, he would have made himself known by now. She moved toward the kitchen where the scent , though faint, was strongest. On the island counter was a large box gift wrapped in festive colors.
She smiled. He must have dropped off the gift earlier in the day. She checked the counter for a card but found none. Turning her attention to the box, she picked it up. It was heavy, easily weighing ten pounds. Curious, she set it back down; carefully stripped off the wrapping paper and set it aside.
The box was plain, offering no clues to its contents. What was inside? There was only one way to answer that question. Yves opened the box. On top was a small piece of paper and a foiled wrapped Hershey Kiss. Setting the candy aside, she read the note written in Jimmy's scrawled handwriting. Just for you. Something better than a kiss. The back was stamped: the Finest in German Chocolate. She shook her head and glanced at the contents. Ten pounds of chocolate. Maybe she should have never told Jimmy about her weakness for gourmet chocolate.
She took the chocolate out of the box and laughed. It was a solid ten pound chocolate football. She sobered when she saw the engraving on one side. "Jimmy, it is better than a kiss," she said quietly, touched by the sentiment carved into the chocolate. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN FOOTBALL.
She glanced at her watch and made a decision. Picking up the Hershey Kiss from the counter she headed for the door. She had a party to attend and a kiss to return.
The end.
By Amy Jonas
Rating: PG
Email: adjonas2000@yahoo.com
Category: Romance
Disclaimer: Not mine, damn it!
Keywords: Jimmy Bond & Yves Adele Harlow
Summery: she read the note written in Jimmy's scrawled handwriting. Just for you. Something better than a kiss.
Yves entered her dark apartment; switched on the lights and dropped her over night bag on the floor. She would take care of it later; right now all she wanted was to relax with a cup of hot tea. She headed for the kitchen, slowing when she smelled the musky scent of Jimmy's cologne.
"Jimmy?" She was surprised he would be at her apartment today of all days; Super Bowl Sunday. It had been all he had talked about for the past few weeks especially since The New England Patriots were playing. The boys had gone all out by hosting a Super Bowl party. She had been invited along with Mulder, Special Agents Scully, Doggett, Reyes and A.D. Skinner as well as Kimmy Belmont and some other hacker buddies.
The idea of being around so many other people in a social situation made Yves feel ill at ease and she had snatched the opportunity to look into a company that was rumored to be owned by her father. Jimmy had been disappointed when she told him she wouldn't be able to attend the party and had offered to forgo it himself to assist her. She had refused to let him give up his plans. She knew how much he loved the game. Besides it was only a reconnaissance and she wouldn't be gone long. Just long enough to miss the party. Which was why she was surprised to smell his cologne.
"Jimmy?" No answer. She didn't bother to call out again. If he was here, he would have made himself known by now. She moved toward the kitchen where the scent , though faint, was strongest. On the island counter was a large box gift wrapped in festive colors.
She smiled. He must have dropped off the gift earlier in the day. She checked the counter for a card but found none. Turning her attention to the box, she picked it up. It was heavy, easily weighing ten pounds. Curious, she set it back down; carefully stripped off the wrapping paper and set it aside.
The box was plain, offering no clues to its contents. What was inside? There was only one way to answer that question. Yves opened the box. On top was a small piece of paper and a foiled wrapped Hershey Kiss. Setting the candy aside, she read the note written in Jimmy's scrawled handwriting. Just for you. Something better than a kiss. The back was stamped: the Finest in German Chocolate. She shook her head and glanced at the contents. Ten pounds of chocolate. Maybe she should have never told Jimmy about her weakness for gourmet chocolate.
She took the chocolate out of the box and laughed. It was a solid ten pound chocolate football. She sobered when she saw the engraving on one side. "Jimmy, it is better than a kiss," she said quietly, touched by the sentiment carved into the chocolate. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN FOOTBALL.
She glanced at her watch and made a decision. Picking up the Hershey Kiss from the counter she headed for the door. She had a party to attend and a kiss to return.
The end.