::::: Merry Christmas, Scully By-Scully20013(Lisa) Homepg: http://thetruthisoutthere.cjb.net Rating-*sigh*duh! Desc- Mulder gives Scully a Christmas gift she'll never forget. Part 1 of (Possibly) 3...Part 2 is still in the works @ time of submission date(2/8/03) andpart 3 is unwritten. So this was Christmas. And he was alone. Naturally. Mulder sighed as he turned his attention back to the black-and-white movie of A Christmas Carol. He hated to admit it, but he was a sucker for these old movies, especially around Christmas. As he absently sipped his eggnog and tried to focus on the movie, which he'd memorized, having seen it at least 100 times in his 42 years of life, Scully crossed his mind. What was she doing? Was she as alone as he was? He decided to find out. Picking up the phone, he hit the speed dial button. After 3 rings, she picked up. "Hello?" "Hey Scully its me." "Oh hi Mulder. Merry Christmas" she answered. He could almost hear the smile on her lips. "Same to you. Listen, Scully…. What do you have planned for the rest of the night?" he asked, hoping she was free. There was a pause, during which Mulder held his breath. The silence was broken. "Nope, Mulder I'm free…of course. Why?" Mulder breathed again. "Oh…Well I was just wondering, if you wanted to come over here for a bit? I mean if you don't mind spending Christmas with *me*" "Mulder, what makes you think I wouldn't want to spend Christmas with you? I'll be right over okay? Anything you want me to bring?" "Yeah. My gift." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Scully leaned forward, closer to the bathroom mirror, fixing her hair. Glancing down at her sweatpants and ratty sweater she decided she should change. Back to the bedroom. Scully rifled through her closet, looking for something not too sexy, but not too casual. She didn't want Mulder to get the impression she didn't care enough to look nice for him. Not that it *really* mattered, after all he had seen her at her best and worst. Scully picked out a rather low cut blue blouse and paired it with black pants. She wondered if the shirt looked too slutty for Christmas Eve, but decided it didn't really matter. It wasn't a huge social function where people could judge her on what she wore. This was Mulder and he knew her, possibly better than she knew herself. She brushed on some light makeup, picked up the small bag which held Mulder's present and left. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Mulder dragged himself from his spot on the couch to check on his appearance. That was one of the things he liked about being a guy. He could look like he rolled out of bed; hair sticking up every which way and women would find it sexy. But for a *woman* to do that was like committing a crime. He traded in his sweatpants for a pair of well-worn jeans, then switched his gray t-shirt to a fitting black one. He spent some *macho man time* flexing his muscles in the mirror. In mid-muscleman pose, he heard a knock at the door. He instantly straightened up and headed for the door. He didn't even have to look through the peephole. He swung open the door and… DAMN. Scully stood there, looking so innocently sexy with her skin glowing, the blue sweater accentuating her beautiful azure eyes. He caught himself staring and shook his head quickly. "Come on in Scully. You uh..You look nice," he said, hoping his voice sounded normal. Scully smiled, obviously pleased with herself. "Thanks, you too." She held out a bag. "Here. Merry Christmas" Mulder took it from her and set it on the table. He reached behind him and picked up a box which he'd gotten wrapped for him at the store and presented it to Scully. She tore into it rather unexpectedly. She opened the small box and her face melted into a smile. "Aww, Mulder! Its beautiful!" she exclaimed, holding up her gift: A delicate, pure gold necklace with small charms spelling out "DANA". Mulder blushed "Well, uh its just a small little…. personalized thing" "Aww, its not just a small little thing Mulder. Its great" she said. Mulder picked up his gift. "Well, lets see here…." He picked it out of its bag and brushed the tissue paper away to reveal… "Naughty Christmas Secrets of the Playboy Bunnies 2002" he read out loud. Wait…. "Uh, Scully? How did you um…get this?" he asked Scully looked down. "Uh, simple I…. bought it." Bought it. Dana Scully bought a porn movie. Just for him. "Well Scully I must say…you have good taste." He joked. She laughed. "Well lets just say I had your best interest at heart" *~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Boy did she ever! Without really thinking, as it seemed so natural, he turned and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. She seemed a little shocked at first, but definitely not uncomfortable, as she returned the hug When they pulled away, Scully smiled at him. "Hey, Scully, lets see how this necklace looks on you" he suggested, lifting it from the box. He beckoned her to his room so she could look at it in the mirror. She followed. When she reached his room she stood, waiting in front of the mirror. He stood behind her and brought the necklace to rest on her neck. The gold felt cool and refreshing against her skin. His hands rested on her shoulders as he admired the necklace on her. "Its so beautiful" Scully commented breathlessly. "That's why I picked it out for you" he said, almost instantly realizing what he said. He glanced nervously at Scully who didn't seem to find anything wrong with his last comment. He studied the necklace for awhile as it gleamed brightly on her neck. "God, your amazing Scully" he murmured. Without really thinking, he planted a kiss on her neck. Scully swallowed hard. She tried to say his name, but despite her effort it came out as "Muh-…" Blindly, she reached back to grasp his head, holding it close to her neck. She realized that to some this quick advance from putting on a necklace to probably having sex would be classified as 'a one night stand' or something to that extent, but this…was different. She didn't know how, she didn't know why, but she just knew. She around to return his kiss. Their lips met in perfect alignment. His tongue slid out to touch her lips, asking for more. Scully opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to find shelter inside. The kiss lasted for so long, and when it finally broke, Scully was breathing hard. "Do you want this to happen Scully?" he asked, his dark eyes fixated on her. Scully answered with an urgent kiss, sucking on his full lower lip. From somewhere deep in the back of his throat he growled. 'Good lord. First a new *movie*and then going to the next level with the woman I love...Holy Merry fucking Christmas, Fox Mulder!' he thought. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~ Scully couldn't help herself. This was Christmas, and as much as she loved that necklace, she felt she owed it to herself to grab this gift while it was being offered! She sighed into his neck as Mulder's hands skimmed down her back to grasp her @ss. He pulled her closer to him. His hands were forced to leave that spot though as Scully grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over Mulder's head. She rubbed her hands up his smooth stomach, relishing it, shivering deliciously. He was God's gift to women, she decided. *~*~~*~*~*~*~*~ Mulder's head pounded, in synch with his c0ck and Scully's heart, which he could feel, beating rapidly in her breast. That's what it was. Her breast. Which he couldn't see. He'd soon take care of that. Quickly, in a manner that was almost vicious in his blind passion, removed Scully's shirt, tossing it aside aimlessly, hoping it would land somewhere out of the way. (Which it did) Scully pressed her now bare stomach against Mulder's equally unclad one, feeling the heat rise between them, practically rolling off their fevered skin. "Too many clothes still, Scully" he murmered. "Mmm…" was Scully's reply. Regarding that as typical-Scully response, he decided he needed to occupy those swollen lips again with his own, and touched his own to hers. God he loved that alignment…couldn't get enough of it. His able hands held the gentle fullness of her breasts which were still, much to his chagrin, trapped inside her bra. His thumb and index finger extended side by side, closed around her nipple, causing it to tighten with pleasure, sending a wave of sexual indulgence to wash over Scully. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~ She made a noise; a cross between his name and a sensual moan. His fingers fumbling, out of intimidation of her pure beauty, he guessed, reached back to unclasp her bra. He'd waited long enough, and he was damned if he had to wait much longer. Now it was his turn to groan through gritted teeth as Scully removed the article of clothing. "Scully…." "Impressed, eh?" she purred in such a tantalizingly teasing voice that even surprised her. You'd better f*cking believe it. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 'Impressed' wasn't the word to describe it. More like 'Breathtaking' or…'F*ck-inducing' Something like that. He smiled, lowering his head to take her rosebud nipple into his mouth, his tongue, lavishing it with attention. Scully held the back of his head, fingers laced through his hair. Her own head was thrust back, her carmine hair cascading down her back., her eyes closed, mouth open. She was speechless, except for the small animalistic groans emitted every once in awhile, that made Mulder want to bite down on the flesh between his teeth. Scully didn't know how much more she could take of this intoxicating torture she could take. "Mulder" she said as firmly as she possibly could, granted the situation. He paused to look up. "I…don't know how much I can take Mulder….i need you…..in me" Mulder smiled inwardly. :*Like* he was going to refuse. "Uuh…Scully, how do you uhm..want to do this?" he asked. Scully stared at him, looking confused. Her blue eyes widened as she understood what he was asking. "Any way you think, Mulder" Uhh… Mulder figured that if this were to go *completely* his way, he'd have Scully in full leather, dominatrix garb. MM…Dominatrix garb…That tight shiny leather hugging her every curve…. That thought in mind he grasped Scully's hips and jutted his knee between her legs to part them. 'Alrighty Mr. G-Man I'm goin in!' *~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Scully was thrown back against the pillows with his first powerful thrust. "UnghhhMulder!" She gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. Ah, sweet torture. She arched upwards, an open invitation for him to drive that stallion c0ck of his deeper. That was definitely an invitation that deserved an R.S.V.P. Mulder's chestnut hair fell into his eyes, sticking to his forehead, which was beaded with sweat. Scully let go of his strong shoulders for a fleeting moment to brush the hair away. She felt so good, tight and wet, a slick little tunnel he was more than happy to shove his dick up. Yup, force it up there Fox Man. Right up. To the hilt. Lets go. "MmmmmmmmMULDER.." she whimpered in a quavering voice. He looked at her face, flushed, full of desire, need, lust. And all for him. He thrust up again, and again pounding relentlessly deep within her throbbing folds. *~*~*~*~*~*~ Lust. Desire. Need. Those were among the words Scully could use to describe her feelings right now. Hunger Aching Greed She gasped as the tension built. "MmmMULDER…So…Close…" "I'll take you there Scully. I'll take you…farther than you've ever thought possible…." He whispered gruffly in her ear. God, that sounded promising. Scully began rolling her hips , grinding, matching Mulder's rhythm. He drove her so far, she thought she would pass out. "Mulder…close….so…close…" She moaned. He responded with a grunt. She began to writhe under him and he held her still, pinning her arms up above her head. Oh god. He was holding her. Limiting her. Fucking teasing her. "Mulder…Bad, bad bad…" she mumbled. Scully was amazed she could still string together words to form coherent sentence. He thrust again, harder, if that was at all possible. Scully jolted upwards. "Ung..Good, good, good" He moved again… Once more and… *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Scully was driven over the edge. Way over. Too far. She cried out so loudly that Mulder wondered if his neighbours could hear. Oh well. They'd heard worse coming from his movies. And half the men in his building were single as well and had their own movies to indulge in. Very few of them had a girlfriend or *significant other*. If this were high-school, or even college he knew that his neighbours would be at his door the next morning asking 'Hey, I *HEARD* ya scored big last night'. But it wasn't like that anymore. And he was glad. Most of the people in this building thought he was nuts, with the exception of the sweet little blonde on the first floor, but she liked everyone….Even the janitor, and old Bob was well over 60. He shuddered at the thought and returned back to reality, where it was a hell of a lot better than thinking about Bob the janitor with Linda the hooker girl. Coerced by Scully's generative moans he himself came, holding tight to her, collapsing on top. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Mulder lay there for a moment, trying to catch his breath and make sense of what just happened. Scully stroked his hair, breathing heavily herself. "My God Mulder….that was just…" "Amazing?" he filled in with a grin. She returned his smile. "Yeah. Amazing" "Well, Scully, I care enough to screw the very best" he said with a school-boyish smile. Scully gave him a playful whack on the ass. "You should quit the FBI and start writing naughty cards for Hallmark" Mulder chuckled and winked at her before rolling off of Scully to lie beside her. "Scully…I love you so much, you know that?" Mulder said, breaking the brief, but beautiful silence between them. Well of course she knew he loved her. She'd always known, even though he'd never actually said it. And she loved him back. "I know Mulder…I know. And I love you too. And I always will" she responded. "Scully…If I asked to make love to you again what would you say?" Scully regarded him with an amused grin. "I would say 'Mulder why the hell are you even *asking*?' " He winked. "Oh yeah, what was I thinking?" *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Well Mulder, once again I must congratulate you on a job well done" Scully said. Mulder grinned. "Oh and I must congratulate YOU on a job well done….and you know what *Job* I'm referring to" She blushed slightly. Boy, did she ever. She wondered if it was at all possible to stretch your MOUTH muscles….because if it was she had done just that. Scully rubbed absently at her cheek, casting a sideways glance towards Mulder He leaned over, turned her face completely towards his and trapped her in a kiss. He loved her so much. More than life itself. He was tired now, after all that work. He pulled the blankets up over him and Scully, pulling her closer to him. Scully fell asleep almost instantly, and he lay there listening to her gentle breathing. Eventually his eyes began to close on him, despite his efforts to stay awake and just watch Scully sleep. As he drifted to sleep, he thought: I can't wait till New Years Eve! --- End of Part 1 --- http://thetruthisoutthere.cjb.net Scully20013,Webmistress of TTIOT. *~Bookmark me.I've been told I'm addictive! ~* Guardian/keeper/sticker/owner of many things and member of many clubs,too many to name.LOL