Title: Lip Licking
Rating: PG/PG-13
Disclaimer: I probably should get sued for this story, but not because I'm getting paid for it…
Feedback: You can say ANYTHING you want; I take it all.
Summery: Silly short story in Scully POV that is rather stupid. My nephew read this and all he could say was 'okay' as is 'alrighty then; you're a freak.' READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!
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I lick my lips again.
I fidget slightly in my desk chair and stop reading; my lips are getting parched.
I am a lip licker, and I forgot to put lipstick on as I rushed out the door this morning.
You see, being late for a Skinner meeting is NOT my idea of fun. I did it once, and never did it again. And it was only by five minutes.
Anyway, getting back to forgetting to put on lipstick: I always buy fowl-tasting kind so I'll refrain from licking it off.
This never stops me completely, however. Whenever I get the urge to wipe my lips with my tongue, I just lick the very inner part; you know, the part where you don't apply the color and can still use your tongue to moisten the puffy flesh?
The problem with licking your lips is that people take it as a sign of one of three things. 1) You are a junky. Plain and simple. 2) You are getting too much sex. 3) You are not getting enough sex (sorry, that's too nice…no sex at all).
In my case, it was the latter. Whether or not that is the real reason I smother my lips with saliva, I don't know. I've deduced it to be 'my thing'. It's what I do, like when someone smokes, or (possibly more accurately) when Mulder eats his sunflower seeds.
Which, by the way, he is doing right now.
I listen to the familiar crack of husk between his teeth as I pick up my book and lick my lips several times.
We have been out of the meeting for about an hour and I am trying to occupy myself. It is a do nothing day, one of which I stay at the office simply because I have nothing better to do.
But my lips feel so cracked and dry, they are literally screaming 'lick us! lick us!'
As I give in to their demands, I realize how stupid it is to personify my lips in that fashion.
"If the book you're reading is that juicy, I'll let you barrow some of those videos that aren't mine. They're probably much better. And an invitation for me watching them with you will always be accepted."
I stare at Mulder for split second, then notice my tongue is sill hanging out of my mouth. I suck it back in to rightful place and feel hot curdles of blood find its way up my neck and rest in my cheeks.
He has an amused, quirky look on his face as he slowly crunches on a whole, husk and all, sunflower seed and played with another by twirling it around his tongue.
He really is awful.
I hate my lip licking habit.
Author's Note: If you made it this far, I CONGADULATE YOU!! You read it and survived. Any types of reviews are welcome, if you are up to giving me any. Btw, I wrote this while watching The Godfather. That doesn't really have any relevance to anything, but it's just an FYI. Thanks for reading this piece of FF that I would have never had thought would have come out of my (obviously) crazy mind.