shimmerandsing | Happy Birthday!

The preparations had begun days before. Alison had sent letter after letter and made dozens of phone calls. Half of the calls had gone to her stubborn step-son. Shatterstar was hard to corral. The other half had gone out to other family and friends. Anyone Alison could think to invite, she had contacted. Her invitations were only part of the deal. She had enlisted her mother-in-law to invite the women from the clan. Whoever Longshot was close to. And given her husband's ability to make friends wherever he went, that list would be long.

After the guests were settled, she focused on food. The cake had been a big deal to her... it had to feed dozens of people, and it had to be appealing to her husband. It had taken ages to find a baker who could produce what she wanted. In the end, it had been worth it and she couldn't wait to show it off. For lunch, she had enlisted the help of Longshot's two favorite cooks: Momoko and Maria. The day of the party, the kitchen and dining room were piled high with the best food Italy and Japan had to offer.

The living room was the designated present area. A table had been set up along a mostly unused wall and had begun filling up with brightly wrapped packages of all sizes early that morning. Lisa and Gloria Jean had been assigned inside decoration duty and had roped Rogue into helping. She could fly and get to the high places, they reasoned. Dakota and the boys had pulled outside duty. There were balloons and streamers all over the place. The more the better, as far as Alison was concerned.

John had been stuck with the hardest job of the morning. He had been assigned the task of getting up dreadfully early and taking Longshot out of the castle long enough for them to prepare the party. Since he had been spending so much time at work catching up after his vacation, he used the excuse that he wanted to spend time with his son on his birthday before he had to go to work. And the best early rising activity he could think of was fishing. At a lake. Far away from the castle. He might be tired by the time they returned, but he knew Longshot would perk right back up when he saw the party dedicated to him.

It was early in the day, still, when the party was all set up and they just had to wait for the guest of honor. Alison had showered and changed. The babies were fed, clean, and dressed in new little outfits their Mommy had picked out especially for the occasion. They had picked up on the excitement around them and were giggling and babbling happily to anyone who would listen. Lisa and Glora Jean each had a baby in their lap and were laughing and making faces right back.

Alison shifted impatiently in her seat and tried to will her husband to appear.

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Alison was as puzzled as he looked. That was not the reaction she usually got to giving him sexy things. Huh. Maybe her husband's music taste had changed without her noticing.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? You don't already have that one, do you?"

"No, I don't have this one." He scratched his head. Well, if she was giving him this as a gift, she probably didn't think badly of the music. But how could she forget that horrible date? He knew it went well at first, but then he ruined everything on the beach.

"You... I mean, I didn't scare you away from this?"

"Scare me away? No." She shook her head, puzzled. Until she thought of what he must be talking about. That date had ended pretty badly, but for the most part, she remembered it fondly.

She got up on her knees on the bed and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him lightly. "Just because we both messed up at the end doesn't mean that everything about that date was bad. I still love the music. And France. And the wine. Even the beach."

"And especially you."

"Oh... well, I still love you. I just... tried not to think about anything else that went with the date. I haven't listened to her music since then." He looked ashamed. Alison hadn't made a big deal about it. And he overreacted. He had always made sure to skip over this singer's songs in his iPod.

"I know you love me." She smiled gently. Then she kissed him again.

"You don't have to listen to her, if you don't want to. That's absolutely your choice. But, if you still like the music, don't let those circumstances change it. I don't ever want to be part of taking something beautiful from you."

"I just thought I ruined everything. I didn't want to be reminded of it." He looked at the CD. He remembered how nice her voice was. This music was always good for making love to Alison. Mostly because it was hard to go fast to half the songs. Maybe he should get back to listening to help his resolution of never starting out fast again.

"I could give her a listen again..."

"If you want to." She nodded. "We can listen to it now. Or we don't have to. You could listen to it by yourself later, if that's better. And, you don't have to keep it if you decide you don't like it. I'll hang onto it or take it back."

She hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek. She felt bad that she'd gotten him something that made him sad on his birthday. But, hopefully it wouldn't ruin the whole night.

He chewed on his lower lip for a moment. "Let's listen to it together. If there's a problem... I can distract you with my chaps."

He wiggled against her. Alison would be the best person to get him at ease. One way or another. He kissed her neck.

"Yes," she said, looking down as his pants (and lack thereof). "Yes, you can. Quite easily, in fact."

"What were we talking about?" She teased.

Longshot put his hands on either side of Alison's face and peered into her eyes. He made inquisitive humming noises. "I don't... see any brain damage..."

He grinned and winked. Then he hugged her tight. "How about you put this in the CD player? Then I can bounce on the bed..."

She stuck her tongue out at him when he pronounced her un-brain damaged. Then she grinned and hugged him back. He was so cute. And still smiling, so there was hope for the rest of his birthday.

"Okay, cutie. I want lots of bouncing, though." She grinned and snagged the CD as she hopped up form the bed to head to the CD player.

"Will do!" Once she was off the bed, he flopped on. He landed on his back and wiggled himself onto the middle. Then he used his hips and the springy quality still left in their bed to get some bouncing going on.

He was also slightly amused watching himself.

Alison had the CD out of its case and into the player in record time. She didn't want anything keeping her from missing the bouncing. When she turned back, a wide grin broke out on his face. He looked as amused as she felt.

She wandered over to stand at the foot of the bed to watch the fun. "Don't let me stop you," she said as the music started to play and her hands reached up to work the buttons on her blouse.

"Don't let you-huh?" He looked up and got distracted. Well, his hips didn't. The bounce motion was pretty much instinctual. Especially with the amount of sex he had with his wife. Longshot staaaaaaared at his wife as she started undressing.

Parts of him were getting slightly less floppy. Though there was still bouncing.

She chuckled as her blouse slipped back off her shoulders and fell. Didn't matter where it went. She'd pick it up later. Then her hands went to work on the string belt on her skirt.

"Don't wanna stop you. I was enjoying the show." She chuckled and her hips swayed along to the music as she undressed.

Oh, he made sure he kept bouncing if this was the show he was going to get. Mm-hm. Darn the invention of underwear. She be more naked now without them. He licked his lips.

"Know how easy it is to keep me bouncing?"

"How easy is it?" She asked with a teasing grin as her skirt slipped down her hips and pooled at her feet.

Her hands skimmed lightly back up her hips and sides to her chest. She was proud of how close to her old figure she had gotten since giving birth to the twins. It helped that she had a husband who got turned on by the idea of her even thinking about being naked.

"Oh... uhm." He started to get lost in the sight of the curves in front of him. Longshot had to shake his head once to get back on track. "Really easy. Just tell me to pretend my wife is on top of me."

He was always bouncy then. He was getting some pointy in his bounce now.

"Mmmm. That's not a bad idea." She reached behind her and fiddled with the hooks on her bra. Her hips still moved along with the music. It was amazing to her that he'd managed to avoid listening to this singer for so long. Her music was a lot like sex.

As she pulled the lacy fabric down off her shoulders, she grinned at him. "You should definitely pretend, then. If you pretend hard enough -- in this case -- it might come true."

"Ma'am," he drawled. "There ain't nothin' I imagine harder." And boy, was he getting harder. The music might have been helping, but it was mostly Alison.

"Do I need to close my eyes?" He didn't want to. Her boobs were visible. Oh, so lusciously visible.

Happy Birthday!

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