Title: Ghosts & Other Christmas Delights
Author: Sandpiper
Email: Sandpiper_rr@email.com
Category: MSR     Scully POV
Spoilers: How The Ghosts Stole Christmas
Summary: So what exactly did Mulder and Scully give each other for Christmas?



(How The Ghosts Stole Christmas, post-episode)
**Author's Note: This is a response to the February 2001 challenge at Whispers 
of X. I really wanted to do the challenge, especially since no one else had, but 
I was kind of not sure about it since all the fics submitted had to be NC-17. 
There's nothing wrong with that, I just had never written an NC-17 nor had I 
planned to, and I was a little nervous about what my friends might think. 
However I love a challenge and since your reading obviously I decided to do it. 
hehe**

Requirements:
One can of Vienna Sausages
An original Peter Parker Action figure dressed as Spiderman, still in its 
original packaging
Mulder or Scully MUST share a story of a Valentines Day experience before they 
met
Alien head stickers (must be either glow-in-the-dark, sparkly, or both)
A cup of Irish cream Latte
A tarot card reading for either Mulder or Scully
A copy of "Exit To Eden"...movie, book, and/or audio tape.

    'I will go to mom's place, let myself in with the key she keeps hidden in 
the light over the front door, put all the presents under the tree, then go up 
to the guest room and get a few winks before everyone else wakes up.'
I guess my car must have a mind of it's own, because even as I tell myself that, 
I realize I'm going toward Mulder's apartment.
    'No! Turn around and go to mom's house! Now! Ugh, too late....I'm already 
parked.'
I sigh, well I'm here I might as well at least go in for a minute. I turn the 
engine off and grab his gift from the glove box, planning to put it on the small 
table  by the door as I leave.
     As I hike up the stairs I wonder if I'm beginning to loose my mind. He 
dragged me along to go ghost busting on Christmas eve, and was having way too 
much fun scaring the crap out of me! Like the playful way he told me how every 
couple that lived in this house has been murdered on Christmas eve, while 
leaning towards me and invading my personal space as he so often does. It's so 
damn irritating when he does that! Why you ask? Well simply because it makes my 
stomach coil.....and not from fear. 
    I sigh again,  Lyda and Maurice should have fun with that! I think to 
myself, and nock on the door. Mulder answer and leads me in.....he looks tired. 
    "Shouldn't you be opening Christmas gifts with your family?" he asks. Yeah I 
should but I'm here......"You must have an awful small life. Spending your 
Christmas Eve with him"
    "Mulder... None of that really happened out there tonight... That was all in 
our heads, right?" I ask, I'll admit it scared me, first I had some woman, 
ghost, whatever she was, insulting me, then them saying horrible things about 
Mulder, and me actually believing them. I think it scared Mulder too, cause he 
looks rather uncertain.
    "I-it must have been," he says
    I nod, "Mmm. Not that, uh, my only joy in life is proving you wrong"
    "When have you proved me wrong?" he asks
    Dickhead! I think to myself, trying ignore the fact that it will take me a 
little while to think of an instance when I proved him wrong, "Well... Why else 
would you want me out there with you?"
    "You didn't want to be there?" he asks, I have no answer for that. He seems 
to consider that for a moment, "Oh, that's, um... That's self-righteous and... 
narcissistic of me to say, isn't it?"
    Pretty much! No, don't be cruel! Even if the does kind deserve it. "No, I 
mean... Maybe I did want to be out there with you," I admit, and of course next 
comes the initial awkward moment.
    Mulder clears his throat and walks over to the tv, "Now, um... I know we 
said that we weren't going to exchange gifts but, uh... I got you... a little 
something" he says with a shy smile and hands me a gift shaped like a Christmas 
cracker. I know I'm a sap, but I can't help feeling touched.
    "Mm....Mulder!" say in mock protest, "Well, I got you a little something, 
too."
    He smiles, then we race over to the couch like little kids and begin tearing 
into the presents. Mulder get is open first then stares at me.
    "Exit to Eden?" he asks slightly amused.
    I blush, "Well...umm....I thought you might want at least one video in your 
collection that actually has a plot!" 
    "Ahh...I see," he laughs, "thanks Scully."
    I finish opening mine, now it's my turn to be confused, "Irish Cream Latte?"
    "Yeah," he says simply, "what's wrong with it?"
    "Oh.....umm...nothing, I just don't really understand it," I explain
    "Oh! Well okay," he says then turns to face me, "you see....you drink it!"
    "Mulder!" I warn, he just laughs. Damn him for having so much fun irritating 
me! I speak again after a moment, "Well I better go."
    He stands up, "Okay, I'll see you later than."
    "Yeah" I respond, we both look at each other for a few moments without 
moving.
    "Umm....if you want we could try your coffee before you go." Mulder offers.
    I think for second, "Well it is getting cold out there I wouldn't mind a 
drink, thanks."
    "Okay," he says and heads toward the kitchen. I settle back down on the 
couch.

"The man is acting out an unconscious yearning. The deep-seated terror of being 
alone."
I try to shake away the voice in my head that repeats those words. Why can't I 
forget what happened in that house? Loneliness is a state of mind, and I'm not 
really lonely......I'm not. My thoughts are cut short as Mulder returns with two 
cups of coffee and the empty coffee can. I accept the cup and focus on the 
flavor as the hot liquid goes down my throat, easing my tense nerves. I let out 
an almost inaudible content sigh.
    "So did you ever find the other thing?" Mulder asks
    "There was something else?" I wonder ask I bend to pick up the crumpled ball 
of wrapping, as I do so a small sheet of glossy paper falls out. I pick up and 
turn it over, and am struck speechless.
    "Mulder," I say after finding my voice, "you have a really sick sense of 
humor!"
    "What? Their glow in the dark!" he giggles.
    I shake my head at the little alien stickers which over the page, "For my 
birthday you give my a key chain, and for Christmas you give me glow in the dark 
alien stickers? If these are the gifts you always give, I'm beginning to see why 
your mom doesn't invite you to her house!" 
    "Here," he says then yanks the stickers out of my hand, peels one off, and 
presses it into my forehead, "there you go!"
    "Mulder!" I gasp irritated, and reach up to remove it.
    "No leave it!" Mulder says playfully, "it's sexy."
    "Oh really? And how exactly is an alien sticker sexy?" I ask, then wish I 
hadn't.
    "It's easy.....I just imagine that's all your wearing," he responds.
    I peel off the sticker, then say sarcastically "Ha ha ha! How did I see that 
one coming?" He smiles at me then takes another sip of coffee. "Mulder what's 
your worst holiday? Not just Christmas, any holiday." Jesus Christ! I'm girl-
talking with my partner!!! What the hell is wrong with me?!
    He doesn't seem to mind, "Well if you mean most embarrassing, than it's 
probably Valentine's Day. It was one year in college, I was really busy doing a 
thesis, so I totally forgot about it. When I came home I found that the girl I 
had been dating for a few months was there with dinner and everything. So when 
the inevitable moment when we exchanged gifts, I excused myself to the kitchen 
pretending my mission was to go get her gift. Anyway, I panicked and grabbed the 
first thing that I could out of a cabinet with out even looking at it."
    "What was it?" I inquire.
    He hesitates moment, and I could swear he's blushing, "A can of Vienna 
Sausages."
    I look at him, "Your kidding?"
    "I wish," he says, I can't help myself I giggle, "what about you?"
    "Well mine's also a Valentines Day. Um....my boyfriend's gift wasn't exactly 
what I wanted." I began
    "What was it?" Mulder asks
    "An original Peter Parker action figure dressed as Spiderman, still in its 
original packaging by the way," I say
    He laughs, "And you complain about my gifts!"
    I shoot him a glare, than continue with my story, "Yeah, but I was 
determined not to let it ruin Valentines Day. So next I took us for a........" 
Oh shit! My words drift off as I remember the rest of the story.
    "A what?" he asks, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
    "Nothing," I try pathetically.
    "Scully...." he says giving me a look.
    I sigh, trying not to look at him, "A tarot card reading......"
    Of course he's absolutely ecstatic at hearing that, "Scully!!!! I'm shocked 
that you! An intelligent, rational, woman would believe in something like that!" 
he teases.
    "I don't!" I say defensively, "I just thought it would be fun! Okay?"
    "So was it?" he asks.
    "Well......." I start to explain.

*****Flashback mid-80's*****
Scully and her boyfriend are sitting on cushions in front of a woman wearing a 
colorful bandana, reading tarot cards. 
    "The cards tell me that the two of you have a powerful bond." the fortune 
teller says. Scully and the guy sort of glance at each other and smile. The 
fortune teller flips over another card. "From this card I'm sensing a spirit 
that still haunts one of your lives." 
    "Well it's not me," Scully's boyfriend laughs, then waves his hand over the 
table and accidentally nocks over her crystal ball, it shatters, slipping liquid 
all over.
    "Oh jeez!" he says
    "We're really sorry," Scully says, as they start picking up the pieces of 
glass. Not noticing the clear liquid drifting closer to one of the tiny candles 
on the table. Once it touches the candle, the entire table is engulfed in flames 
in seconds. They all jump back screaming. Scully's boyfriend takes off this 
jacket and tries to beat fire out, however the smoke detector goes off and the 
sprinklers start up, soaking all of them.

****Present Day****
    "Apparently our bond wasn't powerful enough to survive spitting $400 worth 
of damages," I sigh then look over at Mulder who's practically crying now. I 
glare at him, "Mulder it's not that funny!"
    "Yes it is!" he says still laughing. I groan, and look away. This is 
actually pretty nice, I hate my life on the X Files, but it is nice just to 
relax and be normal sometimes.
    "Merry Christmas, Scully," Mulder says
    "Merry Christmas, Mulder," I reply and look into his eyes, which are deep 
with emotion, I suddenly feel like my going to cry. 
"Intimacy through co-dependency."
UGH!!!! Damn annoying know-it-all ghosts!!!!! Mulder and I definitely have the 
co-dependency thing, but is it to make up for lack of intimacy? I think about 
this for a moment and realize it might be.............hmm.... I lean against 
Mulder's arm, he puts his arm around my shoulder and we just sit there 
comfortably. There! Who says we don't have intimacy?

     Mulder and I are both lying on the floor, bleeding heavily. The pain 
ripping through my stomach is almost unbearable.
    "You shot me first!" Mulder accuses.
    "I didn't shoot you. You shot me!" I accuse back. Out of the corner of my 
eye I see him moving, I grab my gun and point it at him again. He also picks up 
his gun and points it at me, my hands shakes from the blood loss, as my vision 
begins to blur I weakly pull back the barrel and as I release it I see a flash 
coming from Mulder's gun as well, then there is nothing more.

    I suddenly jerk awake. It was a dream! I'm not dead! I'm alive, with Mulder, 
in his apartment.
    "You okay?" Mulder asks
    I look up at him, "Yeah......nightmare." He embraces me reassuringly, and 
strokes my cheek. We look at each other for a while, then he lowers his lips to 
cover mine. I begin to panic as I try to fight the arousal I feel pooling in my 
belly. My god, I'm actually kissing Mulder! This almost happened once before 
this summer, in the hallway, us standing there feeling so overwhelmed by 
emotion..........just like right now. I weave my fingers through his hair and 
kiss him back, running my tongue over this lower lip, while savoring the feeling 
of physical contact with his entire body. As we kiss I feel Mulder's hands at my 
chest sliding off my coat, and blouse, then unhooking my bra and sliding it off 
as well. I reach down and start pushing his shirt up, he suddenly breaks away 
leaving me gasping for air, naked from the waist up, and probably looking like 
something out of one of his porno's. He pulls his shirt off and tosses it to the 
floor, then kisses me again. He begins slowly traveling down my body leaving a 
trail of kisses down my throat, and breasts. He lightly flicks his tongue across 
my right nipple, causing me to gasp at the sensation. He continues his downward 
trail stopping only briefly at my navel. With in a couple seconds my pants have 
joined  the rest of the clothes on the floor, and his head is back between my 
legs. The feeling of this tongue against the sensitive walls of my vagina is 
incredible, it sends me over the edge in minutes. I lay there for a couple 
seconds, reveling in the euphoric mixture of sexual pleasure and amazement that 
this is finally happening.
    Eventually I become aware that Mulder is kissing my neck. I look up and our 
eyes meet. His face asks me for reassurance. We just crossed a big line here, 
one that was firmly off limits until a couple minutes ago. He wants to know if 
that is okay. I kiss him to tell him that it is, and now that the line has been 
crossed....I want more. 
    We remove the rest of his clothes, and before I know it he's thrusting 
inside me. I cling to his back and do all I can simply to remember to breathe. 
He climaxes, squeezing my shoulders tightly. I don't care though, this feels so 
damn good my car could go flying through the window and I still wouldn't stop. 
'Oh Mulder don't ever stop!'
    I wake up on Mulder's couch, both of us are covered by a ratty blanket. It 
takes me a second but I eventually remember, Mulder and I collapsed onto the 
couch afterward, totally spent. I told myself I wouldn't fall asleep because I 
had to get to mom's.....guess that didn't work very well. Shit! That means I'm 
late! I try to remove Mulder's arm from it's grip around my stomach but that 
doesn't work. After a couple seconds I attmpt to creep away, but yet again I'm 
pulled back.
    "Mulder I know your awake!" I say and, predictably, feel him smile against 
my back, "I really have to go."
    With a laugh he says, "Maybe you'd like a drink before you go?" The waggles 
his eyebrows.
    "Ahh.....but your out of coffee!" I say smugly and point to the empty can on 
table, he looks and leans over to pick it up. I choose that moment to make my 
escape. I dress as he looks mournfully at the empty can.
    "I could go get some more." he offers.
    "That's what your going to do on Christmas day? Go buy coffee?" I ask.
    "Well Scully......if Irish Cream Latte always has the effect on you as it 
did last night, than I think it would be a wise investment." he explains.
    Shaking my head I lean down and kiss his forehead, "I'll see you later 
Mulder." I say then head for the door.
    "Hey Scully!" He yells from the living room. I turn around as he holds up my 
keys looking very pleased with himself. UGH! Here we go again..................

The End

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Sandpiper