Birthday Beginnings

Summary: Love blossoms b/w a certain fair-haired Ghostbuster and his red-haired lady friend.

Description: Het, Ship

Timeline: Summer 1987

Disclaimer: This story is of my own creation and therefore my intellectual property, but I do not own any of the characters nor do I profit from their use in this story. My purpose is one of philosophical fulfillment: I write, therefore I am.

Author’s Notes: Many thanks t bet beta, the original Kel. Thanks Kelinator!

“Having a nice birthday so far?” she asked as they exited the restaurant arm-in-arm.

“Naturally. I haven’t paid for a thing all night,”replreplied.

She frowned at him sternly, but he just gave her a wry smile. She smirked at him. “Well, aren’t we just full of s . . .”

“Language . . .” he warned, laughing.

“ . . . spunk,” she chuckled. “I’m glad you’re having a good time. I wasn’t sure if you’d want to go out with me again on your birthday. I mean, considering what happened last year.”

“That wasn’t your fault. I was really enjoying myself before we had to cut things short.” He grinned in retrospection; having called to mind the calamity his partners had gotten themselves into during the little bit of time he’d left them alone. “I cannot believe what a night that was.”

She smiled in relief. She was certain when she offered to take him out for his birthday that he’d refuse, seeing her as a jinx. When he’d accepted, she thought he only did so out of pity so she wouldn’t feel badly about the previous year’s mishap. She was glad to be wrong on both counts.

“Well, I guess I should get you home,” she announced reluctantly. “Wouldn’t want to compromise your reputation or anything.” She nudged him playfully with her elbow.

“That’s too bad. I was hoping you were going to ply me with alcohol and try to take advantage of me.” He gave her a roguish smile. “Besides, the night is young and deredered the lobster.”

She laughed out loud then responded in a phony British accent. “Well, if you want me to ply you with alcohol, good sir, all you need do is ask.” He had been so relaxed tonight, even downright mischievous. She couldn’t help but wonder where this would take them. For the time being, it was taking them into a hot new nightspot she’d been meaning to check out. They’d indulge in a couple of drinks and some light conversation. ‘We’ll just have to see where it goes from there,’ she thought.

Five hours later . . .

With a final climactic thrust, they moaned their nearly simultaneous orgasms, his second and her third of the night. He collapsed on top of her, panting in short, ragged breaths. Then he slowly withdrew and rolled off her quivering, exhausted form to lie on his back beside her.

He leaned over and kissed her roughly, plumbher her mouth with his tongue, desperate to be inside her again, even in such a cursory manner. He pulled away, panting, wearing a very satisfied grin. “That. . . was . . . phenomenal,” he gasped breathlessly, before rolling over onto his back again.

“Yeah,” she croaked with some effort. Her throat was so sore. She briefly wondered if her snooping neighbors would mention the moaning or the screaming or the rhythmic banging of the headboard. ‘Probably had an ear to the wall, nosy bastards. Oh well,’ she mused. ‘Who cares?’

The stillness hung heavy in the air for a while, broken only by coarse breathing and the occasional satisfied sigh. Once his breathing was composed, he broke the silence. “Forgive me if I’m not much company in the afterglow, but I think you’ve sapped my last ounce of stamina.”

There was no reply.

He turned to face her and saw that she was sound asleep. He smiled, brushing a stray lock of titian hair from her face. He kissed her gently. She smiled serenely in her sleep. Taking care not to wake her, he pulled her into his arms, and they slept engulfed in each other’s embrace.