From: "Erika -Invisigoth421-" Date: Thu, 15 Apr 1999 18:12:03 PDT Subject: Submissions Title: A Merry Little Christmas Author: UberBitch (Invisigoth421's Dark Half) invisigoth421@hotmail.com Rating: NC-17 Classification: SR Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance, MSR Spoilers: The Ghosts Who Stole Christmas, Triangle, a few other minor ones Summary: What did Mulder and Scully get each other for Christmas? Better yet, what does it lead to? Nothing but smut. Archive: Anywhere, as long as my name & email remain attached (and let me know just 'cause I'm curious...) SMUT WARNING!!!! There is no real plot. Smut. That's all it is. Smut. I don't want any flames. If you're not into smut or are under 18, turn back now! Note: I do not have Mulder and Scully practising safe sex in this story because A: Scully can't get pregnant and B: Neither Mulder nor Scully has enough of a sex life to ever contract a sexually transmitted disease. I am not condoning unsafe sex. And if anyone is basing anything they do in their sex life on a fanfic I wrote, then the world is in worse shape than I thought. I would suggest psychoanalyis. Thank you. This story is dedicated to Jolene and April for their undying encouragement to get me to write a smutfic. XXX " Not that my only joy in life is proving you wrong," Dana Scully said in a low voice, her eyes averted to one side. She was avoiding the gaze of her partner, who stood a few feet away from her in the doorway of his apartment. "When have you proved me wrong?" He asked, a lopsided grin on his face. He was avoiding her gaze as much as he was avoiding his. An outsider looking in on the situation might have found this very comical. "Well, why else would you want me out there with you?" Scully asked. She knew the comment would hurt him, but said it anyway. "You didn't want to be there?" Mulder asked. He, too, knew that the comment would hurt Scully's feelings. He caught himself before she could reply "Wait..., " He added "that's self-righteous and narcissistic of me, isn't it?" He said. Perhaps he could make amends before their previous comments did too much damage. "No, I mean. . .maybe I did want to be out there with you," Scully said, still avoiding his gaze. in doing so, she completely missed Mulder's expression of surprise. There was an awkward silence. Scully scratched her ear absent mindedly, and Mulder shuffled his feet. Mulder broke the silence. He had been waiting for this moment all day. In fact, it had been his whole reason for wanting her to be with him tonight. Screw ghosts and haunted houses and lover's pacts. He had called Scully up on Christmas eve because he wanted to be with her, plain and simple. And somehow he knew that Scully would be more accepting of his bizarre desire to explore a haunted house than she would have been if he had simply said "I want to be with you." She was used to his insane ideas. She wasn't used to him showing affection. "I know we said we weren't going to exchange gifts," Mulder said out loud "But I got you a little something." He reached behind him and pulled out a tubular package, tied in curly ribbons at the end. He had planned this from the beginning, and hoped beyond hope that she wouldn't laugh at him - or insist on going home to open it. "Merry Christmas," he said, smiling to himself and sighing with relief as she took it. Scully raised an eyebrow as she took it into her hands. It was an oddly shaped package - impossible to guess what it contained by feeling it or shaking it or simply from the shape. Mulder smiled. She would never guess what it was. "Well, I got you a little something too," Scully replied, causing Mulder's jaw to drop. She had gotten him a present? Joy of joys. Perhaps this wasn't going to be as hard as he had thought. She handed him a small, square package. Mulder took it warily, grinning as he did so, and feeling as giddy as a child on Christmas morning. Christmas Eve, he supposed, was close enough. And who better to Christmas Eve with than Scully? And things appeared to be going in his favor. At least for now. He looked down at the package it with a mischievous grin and shook it . It gave a familiar rattle, and he turned to smile at Scully as they headed for the living room. Scully and Mulder sat down on Mulder's living room couch and attacked the presents. Scully sat by bemusedly and waited for Mulder to open his gift. She was smiling. She appeared relaxed. Good, he thought. She was going to open hers last, and that was exactly what he wanted. He tore through the wrapping paper with careless abandon. Clearly, Scully had not put much thought into disguising the present as he had with hers. The package had been pretty much the shape of the gift inside. It was small, rectangular, and wrapped in plastic. Something made of cloth was wrapped around the rectangular plastic item. He slid it away. A grin spread across Mulder's face as he saw the present. "Close Encounters of the Third Kind..." He said aloud, smiling. "Your favorite movie, if I remember correctly, " Scully said "Other than 'Debbie Does Dallas', that is." Mulder grinned, ignoring her jab. It *was* his favorite movie. And through all these years, he had never gotten around to buying a copy. He leaned over and gave Scully a quick hug, trying to ignore the sensation of being so close to her, trying not to let it quicken his heart rate, which it appeared to be doing anyway. "There's more," she added, gesturing to the cloth which she had wrapped around the video. Mulder turned back to what he held in his hand, realizing that he had forgotten it when he had seen the movie. He unfolded it and inspected the cloth closely, feeling peals of laughter coming on as he saw it. Black boxer shorts, covered in small green, glow-in-the-dark aliens. "Is this an appropriate thing to give your professional colleague?" Mulder asked, brandishing the boxers at Scully menacingly, smiling the whole time. "Mulder, I couldn't resist. I know it's not like me... but, come on. They were *Made* for you! You don't have a pair already, do you?" "No... I've never seen these before in my life... but they'll go really well with my glow-in-the dark happy face boxers." Scully suppressed a giggle. Underwear was hardly something she would have bought for anyone else, let alone a work colleague. She stifled another giggle at the thought of doing the same for Skinner. It was different with Mulder. He was her best friend, and her feeling of comfort around him was so total that buying him glow in the dark alien boxers for Christmas didn't seem inappropriate at all. In fact, truth be told, there was nobody she would rather be with at this moment than Mulder. A smidgen of guilt crept into her subconscious as she thought of her family - of Bill and Trish, who had traveled so far to be here. Of her mother, who was alone most of the time and almost never got her whole family together at once. They would be fine. They were all together. Mulder had no-one to go to. Why not allow him to spend the evening with the one person who wanted to be here? "Open yours," Mulder said to her, breaking her concentration. There was an eager twinkle in his eyes, the same likes of which she had seen earlier when he had convinced her to go ghost hunting with him in that strange house. Mulder had something planned. His eyes gave it away every time. Scully began to slowly tear at the paper covering the strangely shaped gift. What kind of a gift came in a box like this? Socks? Underwear? Wouldn't that be funny if Mulder had gotten her underwear, too? She stifled a giggle. Beneath the wrapping paper was a cardboard tube, and Scully quickly set about removing the tape on either end and opening it. All the while, Mulder watched her eagerly. Like a little kid on Christmas, she thought, smiling. Scully reached inside the opened tube and grasped the first thing she felt. It's texture and shape were unmistakeable. Candles. She pulled them from the tube, still watching Mulder's eager grin. "Thank you Mulder," She said, smiling. "I...' "No wait, " he interrupted. "There's more." He reached over and took the candles from her, setting them in two conveniently placed candle holders on his coffee table. Mulder was definitely up to something. Scully reached into the cardboard tube and came out, this time, with a small wine glass. It was beautifully shaped, tastefully designed crystal. It looked expensive. She set it down on the table and produced a second wine glass. Inside this one was a matchbook. "For the candles," Mulder explained, smiling. "Light them." Scully grinned and struck a match. Whatever Mulder was up to, she liked it. If he was simply trying to create a nice atmosphere for there evening, that was wonderful. If he was up to something more... something romantic... it would be unexpected. But would she refuse it? Looking at Mulder, staring into his incredibly gorgeous face - he really *was* gorgeous. It was amazing how often she forgot that - staring into the eyes of the one person who understood her, and who would go to the ends of the earth for her, she knew she would not. In fact, she found herself hoping he was up to something romantic. She lit the candles one by one and shook the match out, placing it in the rim of one of the candle holders. "There's more," He said. More? Could anything else fit in that small tube? She looked inside and realized that it could. Among the tissue paper and ribbons, there was a piece of paper rolled up so that it fit tightly along the inside edges of the tube. She might easily have missed it. She drew the piece of paper out carefully, trying not to rip it, and opened it up. It was written in Mulder's hand, on a piece of Christmas stationary depicting snowflakes and candy canes. "Dear Scully," it read. "Thank you for putting up with me. I know it isn't always the easiest thing to do, and you do it willingly. Thank you for being my friend. Love, Mulder (I hereby give you permission to call me "Fox".) P.S. - Press "play" on my tape player." Scully felt a rush of emotions wash through her. Mulder was actually thanking her... for being his friend? For putting up with him? He didn't have to do that. She *enjoyed* his company. She *chose* to be his friend. But he was thanking her. That meant a lot. And he had signed it "Love Mulder".... Love? Given her permission to call him "Fox." This was monuments. "Mulder..." She said softly. "Thank you so much. I don't know what to say..." "You don't have to say anything," Mulder said, standing up. "Follow the directions," he added, leaving the room and heading for the kitchen. Scully glanced at the note again. "Press play on my tape recorder", it read. Scully got up and followed the order she had been given. Soft, light jazz drifted through the speakers. Scully quickly recognized it as some kind of jazzed-up Christmas album, and the song playing was "Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas"... Mulder returned from the kitchen with a bottle of wine in his hand. "What are you up to?" Scully asked as he sat down, working at the bottle's cork with a corkscrew he had brought with him. "Something I should have done a long time ago," Mulder replied. Ouch, he thought. That was a bit too forward. But what better way to let Scully know what he was doing? She could easily back out now, or if things went in his favor, she could simply shrug her shoulders and wait and see. The cork came out of the wine bottle with a "pop". Mulder leaned over and filled the two small wine glasses to the brim with the deep, red wine. He smiled up at Scully hopefully as she approached the couch again. "No, really Mulder. What are you up to?" Leave it to Scully to try and ruin things by asking too many questions. "I am searching for the truth," he said with a playful smile. He patted the cushion on the couch beside him, motioning for her to sit down. Scully did so, amazingly enough, with no protest and no questions. Did this mean things were going well? He handed her a full glass of wine and took a sip of his own. "Scully," he said finally. "I just wanted to make it up to you., I know I can be a jerk sometimes," "Mulder, I..." "No let me finish. Scully, you are my best friend. You're the only person I can talk to or who actually willingly spends time with me, and I take you for granted all the time. I just wanted to thank you again for putting up with me, Scully." "Mulder..." Scully said, "You don't have to thank me. I do those things because I like your company. It's no effort. But it is... kind of annoying when you ditch me, sometimes." "I won't do it anymore," Mulder replied. "I think that... what happened tonight... whatever it was, made me realize what I'd been taking for granted. When I thought you'd been shot... thought you were going to die...and when I realized how much I didn't want to be alone." "But Mulder... " Scully appeared to be at a loss for words, and so she changed the subject. "When did you have time to get all of this ready?" Mulder looked at her for a moment, and then and smiled and replied. Little did she know he had been planning this for ages. "OK, I'd sort of thought about this a bit *before* what happened tonight. What happened just reinforced it." "Well... thank you Mulder. " Thank you? That was it? Don't ' let me down now, cupid, Mulder thought, trying desperately to think of something else to say. He had worked this out in his mind, but he had only allowed for flat acceptance and flat refusal. Not in-between. "Scully, do you remember when I did that incredibly stupid thing... when you rescued me from the Bermuda triangle?" he said, hoping this would go in the right direction. "Yes," Scully replied, rolling her eyes as if remembering how stupid the whole thing had been. "Do you remember what I said to you in the hospital, before you left?" Scully stopped her eyes in mid-roll. Something significant was about to happen. Scully found herself hoping that it was what she thought it was going to be. "yes... you said..." "I said I love you," He finished, his face somber, his gaze firm and never leaving hers. "You were delirious," Scully told him. "No I wasn't. I meant it, Scully," Mulder's eyes clouded over a bit, as if he was trying to hold back tears. He meant it? Scully recalled what she had done that evening, after Mulder's words. She had gone home and written in her journal about how confused it had made her, and how much she wanted it to be true. And it *was* true. He hadn't been delirious at all. He loved her? Why didn't it surprise her? "And you didn't believe me," he added. "Mulder... I thought you were delirious. I didn't think you were thinking straight." "Would your response have been any different if you knew I'd been clear in the head?" Scully thought for a moment. Would it have been? Probably not. This had nothing to do with her feelings for Mulder, but rather with the desire to hide her feelings from everyone. She would have thought up *some* excuse to deny it. But she couldn't tell Mulder that. Not now. Not after all he'd gone through to make this evening special. "Yes," She replied. "I suppose it would have been." "So I'm not making an ass of myself tonight?" He asked. He knew getting Scully to say she loved him too would be too much to ask. For Scully that would take time, but... "No, Mulder," Scully replied. And then, quieter, she added "You're not." Mulder set his wine glass down and looked at her sitting there. She was still wearing her black suite and white blouse from earlier that evening. She looked beautiful - her creamy white skin, her aquiline features and full, red lips. A stray strand of red hair had fallen forward across her eye. He smiled. Without thinking, he leaned forward and brushed the stray strand of hair away. He thought he saw her flinch, but nothing more. She gave him neither positive nor negative reaction. Mulder leaned closer and brought his lips slowly, and gently, to her cheek. He's kissing me, Scully thought. Fox Mulder is actually kissing me. For real. She felt her hand go reflexively to the back of her neck to check for bees, and then smiled, remembering how wonderful that moment had been. So much had happened since then... sometimes she suspected that they had both forgotten it. She set her wine glass down. Apparently, that was enough of a go ahead for Mulder. He kissed her again, this time on the other cheek. Then, sliding closer to her on the couch, he moved down and kissed her jaw, pulled the collar of her coat aside and kissed the soft spot where her shoulder connected to her neck. He trailed tiny kisses along her collarbone, then, savoring the moment... savoring the taste of her skin. Scully did not know how to react. It had been so long since this had happened. What about their jobs? Their work relationship? Did it matter? No. It didn't matter. Scully took a deep breath and relaxed, allowing to Mulder to continue what he was doing. He kissed the other side of her neck, and then trailed his kisses upwards again to her face. Ever time his lips met her skin she felt a tiny tingle coarse throughout her body. Finally, he found her lips. He brought his mouth to hers softly, then more firmly. His lips were warm and gentle - as delicious as she had always imagined they would be - and he tasted like the wine they had just been drinking. He tasted wonderful. The kiss, as kisses often do, broke the awkward tension, and both of them relaxed completely as they explored each others' mouths. Mulder slipped his arms around her and pulled her close to him, tightly, his hands caressing her back and sliding through her hair. She felt her arms go around his neck and instinctively pulled him closer as well. There was nothing to be nervous about now. This was not some awkward meeting of new lovers who were simply getting to know each other. They had been lovers for a long time. They had just never *done* anything about it. "Scully," Mulder whispered, pulling back, as if simply experimenting with way her name rolled off his tongue. "Scully...." A smile flickered across his lips. "I've been wanting to do that... for so long..." he said. "How long?" "Since you first came bursting into my hotel room in your underwear, scared to death of those mosquito bites..." Scully laughed and smacked him playfully, but her tone quickly grew serious again. "That long?" She asked. She supposed she had been attracted to him then. From the very beginning. But she had never really considered just how long it had been. How long could someone hold something like this in? Without further warning, Mulder leaned over and kissed her again, more passionately, more firmly. He leaned forward, and she pulled him closer to her, so that he lay on top of her, and wrapped her legs around his torso, enjoying the feeling of his warm body pressed against hers. The feeling of being so close... so *Close* to Scully overwhelmed Mulder... overwhelmed his senses... He kissed her everywhere he could reach - her face, her lips, her neck, her chest. Somewhere, in their cramped, close position, he found the buttons of her blouse and began undoing them. "Mulder..." Scully gasped, her voice breathless. "What?" Was he going too far? Did she want him to stop? He sure hoped not. "nothing," Scully replied breathlessly. Had she simply been gasping his name in passion? This was a good sign. Scully no longer cared about her inhibitions, no longer cared about holding back her emotions. She kissed Mulder with full passion, something she had never been able to do in the few relationships she had had in her lifetime. With Mulder it was always different... and what could one do when they had been holding in so much for so long? Mulder finished undoing her blouse and without warning, found Scully's bra clasp and undid it,. He was grateful that Scully chosen to wear a front- clasping bra today. Perhaps there was such a thing as fate. Scully allowed herself to let out a small moan as Mulder caressed her breasts, gently, twirling feathery circles around them with his fingers. Scully suddenly realized just how *close* they were. Things were going past the point of no return. If they had not been fully clothed they would have been making love already. She could feel Mulder's arousal pressing against her, and she began to wonder just how much effort he was putting into holding back. She tightened her legs around him and he moaned, pressing his hips into her for a moment that send chills throughout her entire body. "Scully..." Mulder whispered. "Yeah?" "Get up," He said, lifting himself off of her, off the couch. He held out a hand to help her up and she accepted it. "Why?" She asked as she rose to her feet. "The couch is... too uncomfortable,' he said simply. Scully had never seen Mulder's bedroom before. In fact, she had never known him to have a bedroom, and now she could not imagine what had been going through his head when he had decorated it. The leopard print bedspread and the mirrors on the ceiling did not strike her as particularly Mulder-esque. Mulder may have been into porn, but into tacky he was not. "What happened in here?" She asked. "I don't know," Mulder replied. " I think it was Frohike, to tell the truth. Maybe it was my birthday present, but he won't own up to it." "It's hideous," Scully added. Mulder nodded, grinning . "the mirrors are all right, though. I love seeing myself first thing when I wake up," his voice dripped with sarcasm. Scully opened her mouth to say something else, but found that Mulder had decided to begin sliding her jacket and blouse off her shoulders. They landed with a soft, pillowy sound on the floor. He turned her around and embraced her from behind, his lips trailing the back of her neck. Scully moaned again, simply adoring the feeling of being so completely enfolded in his big, strong arms. like this. He caressed her breasts gently for a moment and then began undoing the clasp on the front of her slacks. She gasped, almost surprised, when he slid his hand down the front of her slacks to gently caress her. "Oh god... Mulder..." Scully moaned, leaning back into him, almost unable to contain herself as his hand worked slowly against her, until he stopped finally, as they decided unanimously that the bed would be a better place for both of them. Scully giggled as the waterbed - she had not expected a waterbed - bobbed and rippled under her weight, making her feel like she was at sea. Mulder removed his shirt and threw it aside, and went to undo the clasp of his belt when Scully interrupted him. "Aren't you going to model your new boxers for me?" She asked, not knowing where these mischsvious and extremely out-of-character comments were coming from. "They would look more like a tent right now, I think, " Mulder replied, continuing with his belt buckle and chuckling. "You wouldn't get the full effect." Scully smiled, and watched intently as Mulder removed the rest of his clothing. God, he was beautiful. She had seen him naked before, but never like this. How had she worked next to this for 6 years without this happening sooner? Any other woman, she supposed, would have broken down long ago. But not good old conservative, hold your feelings back Scully. It had taken her 6 years. And it had taken Mulder 6 years to work up the courage to say something. If he hadn't, she supposed this never would have happened. Mulder dropped his jeans to the floor and joined Scully on the bed, quickly going to work on her slacks. The clasp already undone, he grasped them and pulled them slowly off her, then tossing them across the room. They landed somewhere behind them on the floor. Scully gasped as Mulder, now at the foot of the bed, brought his lips to her ankle, her calf, trailing upwards to the inside of her thigh. He pushed her legs apart gently, and listened to her moans with satisfied pleasure as he gently slipped a finger inside her. "My god Mulder!" Scully moaned as Mulder slid his finger in, out, in, and out. She cried out loud when he brought his mouth down to join his hands, and felt her body beginning to overload with pleasure, threatening to push her over the edge. It was too much... too much.... he was going to drive her crazy,. Going to drive her insane. "MULDER!" She very nearly screamed his name as the orgasm rocked her, sending waves of electricity through her body, bucking her hips against him as he held her, not stopping, , waiting for it to pass, and smiling inwardly to himself thinking about all of the nights he had dreamed of this... dreamed of doing this to her. "Mulder...." She whispered again when it was over. She felt spent, suddenly. Exhausted, but wonderful. Mulder removed his hand from her and pulled himself upwards towards her face, bringing his lips to hers again. His lips still tasted like wine, mingled with her own taste, and Scully felt another wave of arousal flush through her at this realization. He brought his body down on top of hers, and she could feel him teasing her, pushing himself against her. Was he trying to drive her insane? Yes, she supposed, that was probably the idea. Then, before she could protest, he slipped inside her with one smooth motion. Oh god, if there is a heaven, Scully thought, this must be it. Mulder... so close... Mulder's sweaty, sexy body pressed against hers. Mulder, inside her, rocking back and forth slowly... slowly... feeling every movement, ever inch of him.. .oh god... Mulder... "Scully..." Mulder whispered, his breathing growing heavier, more ragged as he pushed inside her, more aggressively. Harder, faster, until he pushed them both over the edge and there was nothing left but the sound of their soft cries and the music emanating from the stereo in the other room. "Mulder..." Scully whispered again, as they lay together, still holding each other, Mulder still inside her though she was afraid to move for fear they might become separated. "What?" Mulder asked, his voice bleary, sleepy. "I love you too," She said. Mulder smiled. "Merry Christmas, Scully," Mulder replied, smiling. THE END FEEDBACK??? invisigoth421@hotmail.com NO FLAMES!! If you flame me I will put it up on my webpage for all to see and mock you. :-) you have been warned.