Snow Job & A Christmas Turkey by Stripe

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Snow Job & A Christmas Turkey by Stripe

Snow Job

Date: Sun, 21 Jun 1998 21:54:33 +0100

Subject: story submission – Snow Job

TITLE: Snow Job

AUTHOR: Stripe

CLASS: MSR

RATING: NC-17 for adult situations. This is serious, the sexual descriptions do get extremely graphic, although I hope sensually so.

SPOILERS: No particular setting, one vague reference to “Emily”.

ARCHIVE: Anywhere you like as long as author name, disclaimer and address stay with it.

SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully try to find entertainment after a failed case.

Disclaimer: The X-Files and its characters do not belong to me. They are the property of Twentieth Century Fox, Chris Carter, 1013 productions, etc. No money is made off of this endeavour.

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Mulder looked out between the slats of his hotel room blinds. “Still snowing.” He thought “Probably won’t clear up for another 24 hours at least. Just great”

The case had started out as another typical X-file, a child had been abducted by what appeared to be a Bigfoot type creature here in the mountains of Montana. When he had first explained the background to Scully he had speculated that the Bigfoot could be linked to a number of UFO sightings in the area. Scully had been sceptical as usual but decided to humour him as a sort of pre-Christmas present. So they had flown out here, then driven up to the small town. It had taken them less than 2 days to solve the case. Nothing more than a recluse in a big fur coat. The ‘I told you so’ s and the condescending looks from Scully had been agonising. The situation went from bad to worse. They finished writing their reports yesterday afternoon and made their preparations to leave today. Unfortunately the weather had other ideas. Last night a full scale blizzard rolled down out of the mountains and the whole town had been snowed in, the roads were completely impassable.

So now Mulder was faced with at least another day of a very smug partner, he began to wonder if he could find some aliens to abduct him. He turned to the TV and considered his options, The Magnificent Seven, some nameless Stallone film or a whole host of chat shows. He opted for the western and settled down to play solitaire with a deck of cards he had found in the room. About 15 minutes later Yul Brynner was still using his fingers to count with and Mulder had still not managed to win a game when there was a knock at the door. “Please God let it be Cancer Man and a vicious squad of assassins come to kill me”. No such luck, it was far worse than that.

Scully came into the room. “Well, I’m surprised to find you here. I thought you’d be out checking the streets to make sure all of the big furry creatures out there are, just in fact, well wrapped up townsfolk.”, she grinned nastily at him.

He looked up at her as she lounged against the wall, “Please Scully, how long am I going to get the recriminations and ‘I told you so’ act?”

“I guess as long as we’re stuck here and for another week or so after that”. She looked around the room ,“So what have you found to amuse yourself with?”

“You’re looking at it, it’s this or finding a tin of paint and watching it dry. There’s no cinema, no restaurant, a small diner cum bar and a park that’s lying under 3 feet of snow. What these people do for fun I have no idea.”

“They watch idiots go Bigfoot hunting is my guess.”

Mulder leaned on the table he was sat at, put his head in his hands and groaned “Aarrghh. Enough with the persecution, I don’t think my mind can take another day of this without snapping.”

“Mulder I’m not sure it was that stable to begin with.” She held up her hands as he threw her a nasty look, “All right, I can wait until we get back to Washington where I can tell everyone else what a numbskull you are, if we ever get out of here of course. So what do you suggest we do to keep ourselves occupied ?”

Mulder gestured to the chair opposite him “Take a seat, I managed to get a couple of bottles of beer from the bar and some pretzels from the grocery store. What more could you ask for?”. He grinned up at her as if offering the world. Scully pursed her lips as she thought about asking to be wrapped up warm in her own apartment, but walked over and sat down anyway.

She looked down at his latest game “Had any luck yet?”

Mulder grimaced “No, I think my luck’s all washed out at the moment. Know any good card games?”

She studied the card layout a moment before replying, “A few, my father taught me some when he was home on leave.”

Mulder opened a bottle for her with his penknife and passed it across the table. Scully picked it up and took a swig, “Thanks. I can probably play anything you know. Did you have anything in mind?”

Mulder eyed her speculatively, “How about strip poker?”, he was only half serious about it but felt he owed her a shock after all of the smart remarks she had been making.

Scully eyed him from across the table, the bottle of beer in her hand. “Mulder, the way your luck has been recently you’ll not only lose all of your clothes but end up owing me your major body organs for experimentation on, as well. Plus my Father was quite a good player so I do know something about the game.”. She was starting to consider his offer, if his luck stayed as it was she could at least make him stand naked on the balcony in the cold as a forfeit. That alone might cheer her week up, and if the game went against her she could always quit before it became serious. “All right, how do you propose to set the stakes?” Scully wished she could have taken a picture of Mulder’s face right then. His jaw had dropped open and he sat staring at her in amazement, he almost dropped the pack of cards he was holding.

” Wha..!! You’re serious? I was sort of joking.” he spluttered.

“Mulder, with your luck this week I’m not in any danger of losing. And don’t tell me you wouldn’t like a chance to get me undressed?”

“No! Uh, I mean yes, that is who wouldn’t.” Scully watched clinically as once again the phenomenon of male hormones kicked in making a normal (well almost) male turn into an incomprehensible nervous wreck. She reached over and took the cards from him before he turned them into elaborate pieces of origami in his shocked state.

“Now then, I suggest that we ante one item of clothing per game and once you’ve removed a piece there’s no putting it back on. If anyone runs out of clothing then they can bet using forfeits as determined by the other player. Oh yes and you can only quit at the end of a hand and after all debts have been paid OK?”. Mulder nodded dumbly, his mind still trying to assimilate the sudden turn of events. He’d fantasised about getting Scully into some kind of situation like this, he just couldn’t believe how quickly she’d taken control of the it. Scully shuffled and dealt the first hand. Mulder picked up his cards and looked at them. Oh god, he thought, This is going to be a long game.

Mulder lost the first hand and took off his shoes, Scully watched him with an amused smile. The next game was no better and he opted to remove his socks, he was glad he’d turned up the heating earlier. He actually got a half decent hand and felt sort of cheated when Scully folded having bet only her own shoes. He watched her avidly as she slipped them off her stockinged feet.

“Don’t get your hopes up Mulder, this is about as much as you’re going to see.” She sat back in her chair and confidently took another drink of beer.

Scully turned out to be right. Two more dreadful sets of cards saw him first remove his black turtleneck sweater to reveal a white cotton shirt and then, to Scully’s surprise, his trousers. She eyed him as he unbuttoned them and slid them to the floor. Beneath the trousers he was wearing a small pair of black briefs with no real sides and an almost pouch like front.

“My my Mulder I never would have thought it of you. Although they do show off your … attributes quite nicely.”. By now the beer was starting to take effect and Scully needed to use the toilet. She got up and moved across to the bathroom, she turned as she reached the door. “Don’t go anywhere I’ll be back in a minute. I can’t wait to see what other surprises you have for me.” She laughed. By now Mulder’s mind was back in gear and his thoughts raced. He was determined not to give Scully the final satisfaction of the week by standing there naked in front of her. He picked up the cards, his was the next deal, and he started to sort through them. It was no good just giving himself a good hand, Scully would just fold and he’d be back where he started. If he gave her a really good hand though and himself an even better one it might just work.

As Scully came out of the bathroom he pretended to shuffle the cards. She sat down and crossed her legs to give him a slightly better view of her thighs to tease him some more.

“Well Mulder ready to give up while you’re behind?”

“Now Scully, what kind of a partner would I be if I didn’t give you a chance to get even for this lousy week I’ve put you through?”

Scully shrugged “It’s your modesty not mine.”

Mulder dealt the cards and watched Scully’s face brighten slightly as she looked at the pair of Aces he’d just dealt her. “I think I’ll bet one item.” She said.

Mulder looked at his pair of Fours. “I’ll see that and raise two.”

Scully raised an eyebrow “Are you sure? Ok I’ll call. Give me three cards.”

Mulder dutifully dealt her the top three cards and then dealt himself three more. Scully noted what Mulder had taken and assumed that he had a pair as well, but almost certainly not as good as her Aces. She looked at the cards he had given her and her breath caught in her throat. Another Ace and two Nines. Mulder had given her a full house. With what he had already bet he was probably going to end up totally naked and if he bet any more she was in for a lot of fun. Her breathing became faster.

“I’ll bet three items, Mulder”. She saw him look up from his cards with surprise on his face.

“That’s a lot, Scully. I’m out of clothes to bet with.”

“You can always fold, I don’t mind seeing you strip off. Or you could bet some forfeits that I’ll decide on later.”

“What sort of forfeits?” Mulder asked cautiously.

She smiled at him “Oh nothing too bad. Perhaps a little teasing and a few minor embarrassments.”.

He seemed to consider a moment and then said “Fine I’ll see your three and raise you ten.”

Now it was Scully’s turn to sit open mouthed. “Are you serious?” she asked.

Mulder shrugged “I don’t seem to be in a position where it matters. But if you don’t want to stay in the game you can always fold, from what’s in the pot so far you’re going to be down to your panties at best. As you said, I don’t mind seeing you strip off.”

Scully checked the state of the said pot. Even if she could convince Mulder to accept her stockings and garter belt as three items if she folded now she would be down to her panties. Dammit, she thought, I’ve got a winning hand here. There’s no way he can have a better one. The best he’s probably got is three of a kind.

“All right Mulder, it’s your ass, as it were. I’ll call, what have you got?”.

Mulder looked at his cards “Two pair” he said.

Scully’s heart began to beat faster, she’d got him. “Not even close” she laughed triumphantly “Sorry about this” Scully said as she laid her cards on the table “A Full House. Now that’s a lot of forfeits you owe me. I think you can start by doing some poses for me as if for a pornographic magazine, that’s after you finish stripping of course.” Scully’s cheeks were starting to flush as she became excited with the prospect of the days entertainment. “Then we’ll see about tying you to the bed so I can tease you without any interference from you?” She suddenly stopped. Mulder seemed to be taking this almost too well.

He sat there watching her with a half smile on his face his eyes sparkling. “That sounds ? interesting, but I don’t think it’s going to happen.” he said.

“I won, Mulder. You’re not backing out of this are you?”.

He shifted in his seat “No, I’m not backing out, I just don’t think you’ve won.”

“Mulder, Two pair does not beat a Full House.”

Mulder laid his cards out “Not even if it’s two pairs of Fours?”

Scully stared in horror at the cards on the table. Four Fours sat in front of Mulder. “B..but you didn’t ?.” She was just speechless.

“Well Scully, are you going to stick to the rules you made up or are you going to break your word?”

She looked helplessly at him, then at the table and finally back at him. Her shoulders slumped in defeat, after all she had expected him to keep his word. “All right Mulder, you win.”.

She stood up and started to take her jacket off.

“Just a minute Scully. As one of your forfeits I want you to do a strip-tease and if you’re wearing stockings you can leave them on so you won’t be totally naked.”

“Gee, thanks Mulder, you’re such a gentleman.”.

He executed a small bow whilst remaining seated. Scully started to slowly ease the jacket off her shoulders and let fall gently to the floor leaving her standing there in her stockings, a skirt that came just above the knee and a crisp white blouse. She teased the buttons of her blouse open, one by one, whilst making sure she kept it closed. She pivoted on one foot, presented her back to Mulder and opened the blouse. It slid down her arms and joined her jacket on the floor. Mulder still sat in his chair with a bottle of beer in hand as he watched Scully turn back towards him showing the white silk camisole top she wore under her blouse. He was glad he still had his shirt on as it was helping to conceal the growing bulge in his underwear. Scully’s next move was to reach to her side and unbutton her skirt, she gradually pulled down the zip and the light blue skirt started to peal away from her waist. She inched it down her legs and bent over to hold it while she stepped out of it. This gave Mulder a superb view of her cleavage as the camisole hung away from her body. Scully had on a slip but it was transparent enough that Mulder could discern that she was indeed wearing stockings as he had hoped. She straightened up and brought her arms across her breasts so that each hand rested on the opposite shoulder. Scully gently took hold of the straps of her camisole and pushed them down her arms, then once again turned away from Mulder and pulled the camisole over her head. It ruffled her hair a bit and as she turned back towards Mulder, with the camisole held in front of her bra, a strand of hair fell in front of her face giving it a slightly wanton look. In truth Scully was starting to enjoy herself. She had always felt that women should be allowed to express their desires without being frowned upon and now that she was here, half naked, in front of Mulder she admitted to herself that they should have done this a long time ago. She moved forward and dropped the silk camisole in Mulder’s lap.

“Here, this should help cover your obviously growing interest.”

Her bra was a white 3-quarter cup with lace panels, Mulder could see a small raised area under each cup telling him that either Scully was cold or she was having as much fun as he was. She backed up a bit and started to slide her slip over her waist, over the straps of her garter belt, to her knees. There she let go of it and it pooled in a small white heap at her feet.

Scully rested her hands on her hips and tilted her head to one side, questioningly, “Well what do you think?”

Mulder gazed at her, looking her up and down, his eyes taking in every detail. He could hardly believe Scully was standing there in front of him in her underwear, the white lacy bra just opaque enough to conceal most of the details, the dark navy stockings and white garter belt, and the white lacy high cut panties to match the bra. She did twirl for him and he saw that there was a lot less to the back of her panties than he had thought.

Mulder clapped appreciatively “Very nice so far. I can’t wait to see the rest.”

She gave him a small grin as her hands reached behind her to undo the bra. Scully brought her hands quickly back to her front and across her breasts as she had done with the camisole, this time however her hands were holding her bra in place. She showed her back to Mulder once more and as he watched she let the bra slide down her arms. Scully then held it out to one side and let it drop. She brought her hands up in front of her once more as she swivelled back to face Mulder. Scully slowly drew her arms back revealing more and more of her breasts until just the end of her fingers covered her nipples, then she pulled her hands away and down.

Mulder stared at the reddish tinged aureoles with the semi-erect nipples mounted on her milky white freckled breasts. Scully shook her shoulders slightly and was amused to see Mulder’s eyes follow the resultant motion of her breasts. She started to ease down the back of her panties and as the front of them started to move in response and reach the level of her pubic hair she once more turned away and moved to stand in front of her chair. She bent her knees fractionally as she pushed them down and then bent over to give Mulder a good view of her bare cheeks. Scully lifted first one foot then the other to completely remove her briefs. She held them in front of her pussy and slowly turned around. Mulder, she saw was absently rubbing the camisole up and down his thigh, subconsciously savouring the feel of the material against his bare flesh. Pity, thought Scully, if he had lost she had intended to rub it in a much more interesting place, still it’s too early in the day to discount the idea. With her hands still in front of her she dropped the pair of panties to the ground, Mulder’s eyes followed them as they fluttered downward. Scully gently moved her hands apart and upward and a small thrill went through her as she finally revealed her pussy to Mulder, the trimmed reddish hair almost glowing in the light. Scully was not quite done, she sat down on the chair behind her, knees demurely together (or at least as much as the situation allowed). She moved her hands down her thighs, feeling the material of the stockings, her arms pushing her breasts together and forward, until her hands rested on her knees. Her hands curved down between them and, as Mulder watched transfixed, she carefully pushed her knees apart and her legs wide open. The lips of her pussy were a pinky red and slightly open with a hint of moisture.

“Well Mulder, what’s next?”.

Mulder’s gaze flowed over Scully taking in every detail, her lovely soft looking red hair that framed that soft smiling face, the wonderfully round yet firm looking breasts, the flat stomach, the trim legs with nicely defined feet, and finally the beautifully inviting area of her vagina. Not that Scully was any kind of super-model, thought Mulder, she was a bit too short and just very slightly too plump, but she was still extremely attractive. This combined with her personality was what Mulder found so overwhelming. It was only her sometimes too serious demeanour and his profound respect for her that had kept him from trying to extend their relationship beyond friends and partners. Scully sat watching Mulder and wondered if she was going to have to draw him pictures to give him a clue as to what to do next. He was obviously physically attracted to her, she thought as she glanced at his bulging pants. Perhaps he just didn’t want to become emotionally involved. Scully quickly dismissed that thought, if he didn’t like her it would have been apparent years ago. She shivered from the slightly cool room temperature and decided she would help him make up his mind.

Scully rose from her chair and crossed the floor to where Mulder was sitting. Mulder’s eyes never left her. She plonked herself down on his lap, her thigh pressed up against his still concealed erection, and threw her arms around his neck.

“I think I deserve at least a kiss for my performance, don’t you?” and before Mulder could reply she pressed her lips firmly to his. Mulder could taste her lipstick as their mouths met and each sought the others tongue. He felt her warm body through his shirt and was aware of one of her breasts pushed up against him, the erect nipple digging in. After a few moments they parted and looked at each other.

“You were staring at my body a long time Mulder, don’t you like it?”

“Oh no, it’s beautiful. In fact I think I’d like to see more of it”.

Scully gave him an amused smile “Can’t you see enough of it already?”

“What I mean is you still owe me some forfeits, and your idea of posing for a porno mag was a good idea, especially when applied to you.”

Next time Dana, she thought, keep your smart ideas to yourself.

“All right, how about this?”.

Scully stood up facing Mulder and rested her bottom on the edge of the table. She then raised her right leg outward bringing her foot up in front of her knee, thus making the shape of a number 4 with her legs. It had the added benefit of providing Mulder with a clear sight of her pussy again.

“Or this?”

Scully squatted down and spread her knees wide to give him an even better view.

“Mmm that’s not bad, but I think I’d like to see you on the edge of the bed.” Scully obligingly walked over to the bed and sat down on it.

“Ok Scully just lie back whilst keeping your legs over the edge..” he waited until she had complied “Now open your legs wide?.. Perfect. I wish I had a camera right now.”

Scully raised her self slightly “Don’t even think about it Mulder. The only thing you get to take away from this is your memory.” She smiled at him to soften the words a bit “So you’d better take a good look whilst you’ve got the chance.”

Mulder didn’t need to be told twice and his eyes travelled up her stockinged legs and onto to her slit. The dark stockings set off her light skin extremely well.

“Now draw your legs up to your chest but make sure you keep them slightly apart.” Mulder instructed her.

Scully did as she was told. He watched in fascination as the lips of her pussy were pushed together and seemed to bulge outward between her thighs. Scully looked around her knees at Mulder and saw him start to unbutton his shirt. Slowly more and more of his chest and torso came into view. There was a light covering of dark brown hair across his upper body, darkening and thickening around his nipples. He thrust his chest forward as he pulled the shirt off his arms behind him. Scully couldn’t wait to be pressed up against it.

“Ok Scully, last pose. Stay on the bed but turn over and get on all fours?now move your knees apart and push your bottom upward. Very good, now reach behind yourself with your hands and open yourself.”

Scully looked backwards at him, slightly shocked. “You mean you want me to hold my pussy open?”

Mulder just nodded “Uh uh”.

Scully closed her eyes, reached down and carefully pulled her outer lips open, revealing her pink, glistening inner sex to Mulder. She suddenly felt cheap and sluttish in this position and this excited her more. Scully was used to being well behaved and proper and she occasionally wondered what it would be like to be something sleazier like a call girl or stripper. She practically jumped off the bed when a cool breeze brushed against her inner lips. Scully flipped onto her back to glare at Mulder. He had quietly crossed the room when she wasn’t looking and blown into her pussy. He now stood there grinning, looking very pleased with himself.

“That wasn’t fair, Mulder”

“No, but it was funny.” He gave her that schoolboy smile that always made her stomach do flip flops, today was no exception. “Now how about paying off the rest of what you owe me?”

She lay there looking at him, standing just in front of her wearing only those very brief briefs. The outline of his cock was clearly visible.

“Ok Mulder, what else do you want?”

He smiled at her and crossed to a chest of drawers and pulled open the top one. When he turned around he was holding up three neckties.

“I thought I’d follow the last of your brilliant ideas and tie you to the bed.”

“You’re not serious, are you?” Scully asked as she eyed the ties apprehensively.

“Sure, I’ll make sure you can easily release your hands so you can lie back, relax and enjoy it.”

Scully considered it. She had always thought that people who enjoyed bondage were at least a little bit perverted if not worse and now Mulder was asking her to try it.

“I’m not sure Mulder. I don’t know how comfortable I am with it.”

Mulder sat down on the bed next to her. “It’ll be perfectly safe. I’ll tie up one wrist, loop the tie around the grille on the bed head board and then wrap it once around your other wrist. You can hold the loose end in your hand, and as long as you don’t let go you’ll feel tied up, but any time you want to you can let go and release your hands. It’s really not that kinky. It allows you to relax and enjoy what’s happening without feeling any guilt that `nice girls don’t do this`. After all, if you’re tied up, anything that happens can’t be your fault.”

Scully thought about it. “What if you’re doing something that I don’t like?”

“No problem, just call me Fox and say no. Seeing as you never call me Fox I’ll know something’s wrong and stop. Otherwise you can protest all you like and fall into the illusion.”

Scully sat quietly for a moment, thinking. “All right Mulder, you’ve convinced me. Tie me up and do your worst.” She threw herself backward on the bed and lay there spread-eagled.

Mulder grinned at her “That’s the spirit Scully.”

He took the first tie and secured her left foot to the end of the bed, quickly followed by the right foot.

“How does it feel so far?” Mulder asked, kneeling between her wide open legs.

“Exposed, very exposed.”

He moved to her side and placed her hands above her head and proceeded to tie up one wrist, then he fed the tie through the bed head grille and looped it around her other wrist. Mulder placed the end of the tie in her hand and knelt back. Scully experimentally tugged on the bonds to see how they felt.

“Well?” Mulder asked.

“Mmm, you could be right Mulder. It does feel nice in an odd sort of way.”

“How about this?” He reached down and gently stroked her pubic mound.

Scully’s whole body jerked. “Oh god” she moaned.

“See, I told you you’d like it.”

Mulder continued to slowly caress her pussy with one hand whilst the other began to massage her right breast. His hand cupped it and rubbed, moving up toward her nipple. He took it in his fingers and gave it a tweak. Scully gave a small squeak. Mulder rolled the nipple between his fingers making it hard and erect before moving back to caress the entire breast. His hand brushed lightly against her nipple and she shivered. His other hand continued to work its way over her pussy and moved down to stroke the lips. He felt them part slightly and Scully’s breathing became faster. He teased her lips for a few seconds more before moving to sit astride her stomach, looking down on her face and breasts. He placed one hand on each of her breasts and started to softly knead them, sometimes plucking at the nipples. After a short while he became rougher with them, then bent his head down and ran his tongue over the left nipple. Scully took a deep shuddering breath as he did so. Mulder took the nipple into his mouth and started to suck on it, he looked up to see Scully with her head to one side, eyes closed and her lower lip between her teeth, almost as if she were trying not to cry out. He rolled the nipple between his teeth and then gave it a quick, gentle nip.

“Aiee” Scully gave a small cry of pain but raised no other objections.

Mulder nuzzled it again with tongue as if to heal it and then transferred his attention to the other one. He pushed both breasts together so he could lick and suck both nipples at the same time. As Mulder moved on top of her, Scully could feel his warm balls brush her stomach through the material of his briefs and occasionally the hot shaft of his cock pressed in as well. He stopped playing with her breasts and straightened up.

“How are you feeling Scully?”. There was no response except for the sound of her short hard breathing. Mulder reached behind him and, with a quick movement, one hand pulled apart the lips of her pussy. “Ohhh!!!” Scully gave a loud gasp.

Mulder let his middle finger drag across the inside of her slit as he withdrew his hand. Scully moaned again.

“You seem quite wet” he said, holding his glistening finger in front of her face. She opened her eyes, trying to focus on it.

Mulder pushed the finger to her mouth. Scully parted her lips a little and he inserted it between them. Mulder felt her tongue flick at the tip of the finger as it entered her mouth, then wrap around it. Scully’s tongue ran up and down his finger as she began to suck it, tasting her own juices. Mulder sat enjoying the sensations and hoped she wouldn’t object when he asked her to give the same treatment to another part of his body, one that he could feel getting stiffer as he contemplated the idea.

“Ok that’s enough of that” he said as he pulled the finger out of her mouth, Scully surrendered it reluctantly.

Mulder climbed off her stomach and turned, laying down next to her so that his thighs were near her head and his head and shoulders were by her hips. She could see his cock pushing at the front of his briefs, twitching every so often. He propped his head up with one hand whilst the other played with Scully’s now wet and open pussy. Every so often he ran one of his fingers up the length of her slit and ended by rubbing her clit. She threw her head back and writhed on the bed whenever he did this emitting a low growl from deep in her throat. Mulder leaned forward and lapped at the swollen bud of her clit. Scully practically screamed with pleasure.

“Was that nice?” he asked.

“Yes!!! Oh god, yes. Please don’t stop.” She begged.

“If you want me to carry on then you’ll have to do something for me.”

“Anything, just keep going.”

Scully opened her eyes as Mulder knelt up in front of her. His hands moved to the side of his briefs and he put his thumbs inside the waist band. Slowly he pushed them down and Scully watched as the dark mass of his pubic hair was revealed followed by the base of his shaft. More and more of his cock appeared until just the end of it was held down by the waist band. With a quick movement he pushed the briefs down and his cock sprang up in front of her. She stared at his six and a half inches with its nice width. His foreskin was already pulled back slightly over the head and the light purple of the helmet glistened in the light. Scully ran her tongue over her lips moistening them. She remembered what Mulder had told her about protesting.

“Oh no Mulder, please don’t make me suck and lick it.”

Mulder grinned at her as he took hold of his penis and started to stroke it.

“Please? Don’t put your cock in my mouth.”

Mulder turned round and straddled Scully’s face whilst facing her feet, and more importantly her pussy. Scully looked up at his cock hanging above her face, she could see a thick vein running down the underside of it. Mulder’s hand reached down and pushed the head of his shaft to her mouth. She kept it closed for moment in a token gesture of resistance, then as he pressed a bit harder she opened her lips slightly to let it slide in. Scully felt the silky smoothness of his foreskin against her lips and she closed them tight around Mulder’s shaft as the head entered her mouth. Her tongue flicked at its underside and his cock twitched in reply. She started to run her tongue over the head, tasting its salty warmth.

Mulder gave a hum of approval “That’s good Scully.”

Scully began to move her head back and forward a small amount gripping his penis with her lips, his heat penetrating her skin. Mulder rocked gently to and fro in response. She could feel more of his head become exposed with each movement and wrapped her tongue around it for another taste. Each time Scully took a breath, Mulder’s musky smell filled her nose. Sort of like tasting a fine wine, She thought. God, this is so erotic. I’ve given oral sex before, but it never turned me on like this. Mulder was right, Scully admitted to herself, being tied up like this does allow you to relax and let go. I can’t wait to reciprocate and have Mulder tied up like this. It’ll be so much fun to tease him and see him shudder and jerk under the caress of my hand and tongue. Scully’s thoughts shattered as Mulder ran his tongue down the length of her slit, her mouth opened involuntarily and more of his cock entered her mouth. He started to play with her pussy as his mouth worked on her some more, sometimes licking, sometimes kissing, sometimes sucking. Scully pushed her hips upwards as she felt his warm wet tongue work on her even wetter pussy. Mulder continued to lap up and down and then his fingers slowly spread her lips wide, his tongue delving deeper into her slit and licking at her inner lips. He savoured the flavour of her pussy, his saliva mixing with her aromatic juices. Mulder could see that Scully’s outer pussy lips had turned a reddish pink with increased blood flow. He surmised that she might just being enjoying this. His tongue darted in and out of her wet hole a few times, almost like a small penis penetrating her, then he moved back slightly and his tongue found Scully’s clit again. The effect was, again, electrifying. Her pelvis jerked up and then her hips started to move in time to the licking of her hard little bud. Scully was having to concentrate to avoid clamping her teeth down on Mulder’s cock in ecstasy, she had the feeling he wouldn’t appreciate it. The sensations flooding through her vagina into the rest of her body made her feel like she was on fire. Various muscles started to spasm, particularly those in her pussy. She could still feel Mulder playing with her using his fingers, one of them started to press against her entrance and, helped by her lubrication, it slowly slipped in. Scully felt her inner lips open and stretch, allowing it to enter. As Mulder’s finger gently worked it’s way in and out she tried to focus on giving his cock some attention, it seemed only fair. Scully was disappointed when Mulder stopped playing with her and carefully withdrew his cock from her mouth. She could see its shaft glistening with her saliva. Her breathing was deep and ragged. Mulder climbed off and turned to face her, she could see her juices on his chin.

“Is it ok to enter you?” He asked, almost with embarrassment.

Scully wanted to scream but managed to restrain herself “God yes Mulder. Just take me, please.”

“No Scully, I meant do I need to find a contraceptive?”

A look of pain swiftly crossed her face “No Mulder. I won’t get pregnant and I don’t have anything you can catch.” The first part was said with a kind of regret, then she smiled up at him “Trust me, I’m a doctor.”

He wondered briefly what was wrong and if he had imagined the look, but he was too caught up in the heat of the moment to question it further. Mulder positioned himself between her legs and guided his cock up against the lips of her pussy. Scully first felt its tip against her slit and then the broad head pushed at her. It was the same sensation as when he used his finger but multiplied ten fold. Her lips stretched and parted as he slowly pushed forward, Mulder was moving with agonising care. Scully realised that this was just another part of his teasing.

“Pleeease Mulder, don’t torture me like this. I want all of you in me.”

She let out a loud groan of pleasure as he swiftly thrust himself home, enjoying the feel of her wetness around his shaft. Scully writhed as his hot length filled her, her hands tightly gripping the ties around her wrists. Mulder began to carefully move inside her and he lowered his head to nuzzle her neck. He grasped the lobe of her ear in his teeth and nibbled at it. Mulder stopped for a moment and whispered in her ear,

“I love you Scully.”

Her heart stopped and a wave of pleasure coursed through her. He really means it, she thought. This isn’t just about lust or fun, he truly does love me and he’s finally admitted it.

“Thank you Mulder, I’ve been waiting a long time to hear you say that. Now please, just carry on, I just want you to screw me.”

He gave her a sardonic grin “Your wish is my command”

Mulder bent his head and gave her deep, hard kiss as he resumed moving his cock in and out. His lips crushed hers and he sniffed her perfume, now mingled with the smell of her sweat and body odour. Their tongues entwined in a frenzied dance as they tasted each other. Scully licked at his chin, her own musky flavour still coating it. His hands sought her breasts and started to knead them occasionally pinching at her nipples. She gasped each time his touch was just a little too rough, but even this was nice. Scully tensed the muscles of her pussy to grip his shaft and hold it within her. Mulder threw his head back his eyes closed in pleasure. He opened his eyes and looked at her, she could see the warmth of his love and passion in his eyes.

“Do you want me to untie you now? I don’t think I want our first time to be with you helpless.”

“Thank you Mulder. I think I would like to have a bit more freedom.” her blue eyes sparkled at him.

Mulder carefully withdrew himself and moved to untie her feet as she loosed her hands. When he finished he sat and looked at her body as Scully stretched.

“How do you want to continue?” He asked.

Scully moved forward and pushed him onto his back. “That looks good to me”.

She bent down and took his wet shaft into her mouth. Now she could taste her juices on his cock as well as his salty flavour. Her mouth moved up and down a few times and her tongue licked at the now fully exposed head.

“Ahh Scully, that’s wonderful.”

She could feel the blood course through his penis, making it pulse in her mouth. Like herself, she could tell he was ready to come. Scully lifted her head, letting her tongue drag over his shaft and tasting a few drops of pre-cum. She then sat astride him pushing her pussy against the head of his cock and swiftly impaling herself on it. They moaned simultaneously.

“Please Mulder, play with my breasts.” She gasped.

Mulder obliged, reaching up to grasp them as they hung before him. Scully moaned again as she felt him take a nipple into his mouth and suck on it almost as if he was nursing. She started to move up and down, riding his shaft, waves of pleasure assaulted her as her lips stretched around him and the head of his cock sometimes pressed against her g-spot.

“I don’t think I can hold on much longer Scully.” Mulder said in a voice tight with strain.

“Reach around and hold me open. Make me come Mulder!”

He did as she wanted and pulled her lips wide apart. Scully gave another loud gasp and began to ride him faster as Mulder started to thrust into her. She was now aware only of herself, Mulder and the rising tide within her. Her vaginal muscles spasmed as she started to come.

“Ohhhh Muullderr” She cried, flinging her head back.

Scully felt Mulder’s cock twitch inside her and loose its milky load as he too orgasmed with her. He groaned loudly whilst his hips bucked upward.

Scully’s body continued to shake well after Mulder had stopped moving. She sat atop him, breaths coming in gasps, head down with her face covered by her hair. Eventually she sank down on top of Mulder, still able to feel his deflating penis inside her. After a moment Scully levered herself up and off him, heading toward the box of tissues on the bedside table. She wiped herself clean and then threw the box to Mulder. Whilst he was mopping up a small pool of liquid on his stomach, she unclipped the garter belt and slid the stockings off her legs. When he had finished she settled herself up against him, head resting on his shoulder, leg draped across him. Scully snuggled up to him.

“That was wonderful. I don’t think I can remember it being better.”

She gave him a dreamy little smile. It vanished as she saw the guilty look on his face. “What’s up Mulder?”

“I’ve got a confession to make Scully” he sounded totally miserable.

Oh god, she thought, he doesn’t love me after all. A cold feeling passed over her.

“I’ve deceived you” he said.

Here it comes, she braced herself for the dreadful words.

“I fixed the cards”

It took her a moment to register what he had said and then relief washed over her. She gave a small giggle and Mulder looked down at her in surprise.

“I know you fixed them or at least it was a good bet. The chances of getting a full house or four of a kind are pretty remote, never mind them turning up in the same hand. I may not be a psychologist like you, but I do know you Mulder.”

She saw the confusion written on his face.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked.

“Well, it didn’t occur to me until I was half way through my strip and by then I wondered how far you’d go.” She paused, “For a second I thought you were going to tell me you don’t love me.”

He brought his arms around her and gave her a fierce hug “No Scully, that was the truth. It has been for some time.”

She burrowed into his side some more, “Mmm, good. I’m pleased to hear it. I’d hate to have my love unrequited.”

“You mean you love me too?”

“Of course. In the early days I didn’t think you’d believe me and then with all that’s happened to us I didn’t want to place anymore worry on your shoulders. I still wasn’t sure if you loved me and I didn’t want to ruin what we had.” She hit him with another smile. They were absolutely lethal, he thought. “I’m glad we have a lot more now. We’ve had too much pain in our lives Mulder, I think it’s time we had some joy.”

Scully closed her eyes and pulled the bed covers over them. After a moment she opened them again and smiled mischievously at him “I can’t wait until we get back to Washington, I have a few plans for you.”

Her eyes closed again and soon Mulder could hear the deep peaceful breaths of sleep, leaving him to wonder exactly what plans she was talking about. He had a feeling he was going to discover a lot more about Dana Katherine Scully, more than he had thought possible.

Authors notes: I wrote this for my wife after she told me she had been downloading X-File stories of an adult nature. I feel I have an active imagination and thought it would be nice to try to write something to suit her tastes. After she had read the first part of the story and given it her approval, I suggested she might like to post it when it was finished, sort of in repayment for the ones she had downloaded. Several other people have also had a read at the unfinished article and asked me to let them have another look when it was done so hopefully it’s not just my wife’s bias. This is a first attempt so any comments or constructive criticism appreciated especially from other authors. Don’t bother sending flames. If you don’t like it, fair enough, and if you have good reasons then tell me, but straight abuse is pointless and just shows you for what you are.

Stripe.

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A Christmas Turkey

By Stripe

CLASS: MSR

RATING: NC-17 for adult situations. This is serious, the sexual descriptions do get extremely graphic, although I hope sensually so.

SPOILERS: None

ARCHIVE: Anywhere you like as long as author name, disclaimer and address stay with it.

SUMMARY: This is really a follow up to my first story “Snow Job” and is almost a `what happened next` in a domestic setting.

DISCLAIMER: The X-Files and its characters do not belong to me. They are the property of Twentieth Century Fox, Chris Carter, 1013 productions, etc. No money is made off of this endeavour.

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Scully sat in her office, staring out at the cold grey rain as it lashed against the window.

There are certainly warmer places than Washington D.C. in the winter, she thought.

Her mind turned to contemplate the imminent Christmas holiday. She had received two invitations so far, one from her brother to join him and his family in California, the other from her mother to spend it with her.

What I really want is to spend it with Mulder to consolidate what we found in Montana. Her body gave a little shiver of pleasure as she remembered what had happened in his hotel room.

Since returning to Washington they had been treading cautiously around each other, almost as if afraid their feelings would dissipate, or maybe that they felt a front was necessary for the department. Seeing each other every day and trying not to show their affections had been a strain. There had been the odd occasion when they found themselves edging closer together and once, to their great embarrassment, holding hands in Skinner’s office. They had quickly let go and didn’t think he had noticed, but even so it had increased the tension between them.

I could invite him over to stay with me for a few days, Scully tested the idea and decided on the alternative, I’ll ask him if I can stay with him. It should be interesting to see how he copes with me invading his space for a while. He might even tidy up for me.

She slipped her shoes on and headed toward his office. On the way she passed several agents she knew and absently nodded a greeting, her mind working furiously trying to figure out an appropriate way to approach Mulder about the holiday. Scully arrived outside his door without coming up with anything. She decided to wing it, took a deep breath and opened the door with a bit more force than she had intended. Mulder looked up, somewhat startled, as a paper clip sculpture he had been working on collapsed in front of him. It could have been Scully’s imagination but, from her brief glimpse, she thought it had been a heart with an arrow through it.

“Ah Scully uh …..what can I do for you?”

He was obviously flustered so maybe it wasn’t just her imagination.

“I’m sorry, was I interrupting something important?”

“Err no. I was just conducting a small experiment” he replied as he quickly brushed the pile of paper clips into one of his draws, “Take a seat. Is there a problem?”

“No, not really, apart from I still don’t know what to get Mom for Christmas.”

Mulder sat back in his chair “Scully you surprise me. I’d have thought you would have sorted out all of your presents months ago.”

She grimaced and shook her head “I hate it. I’m never convinced that what I get is what they want.”

“I hope you’ve got me something nice.” Mulder grinned at her.

“How about some more paper clips so you can finish your….. experiment?”

Mulder’s grin became sickly “No, that’s ok. I’d just finished.”

“So what are you doing for Christmas, Mulder?” Scully sat there, horrified as the words tripped out of her mouth.

“Oh, nothing much. CBS has a 3 Stooges series on and Frohike has invited me over to listen to an N.S.A. recording of a statement by Monica Lewinsky claiming that the President is an alien. So it looks like it’s going to be pretty quiet.”

“Well, I could always come over and keep you company”

She felt like her lips had disconnected from her brain and were now working on automatic pilot.

Mulder looked at her in surprise. He had assumed that she would want to be with her family and so had not said anything to her about the possibility of getting together for the holiday and now here she was asking if he wanted her to join him.

“That would be wonderful Scully. What did you have in mind?”

By now Scully had managed to re-engage her brain and put it into gear “How about I come over Christmas morning and you can cook Christmas dinner for me. Then afterward we can curl up together and see what’s on TV for the evening?”

“I don’t know Scully, you haven’t tasted my cooking yet, but if that’s what you want then I’m happy to provide it.” He hesitated for a moment. “You don’t have to go home at the end of the evening you know.”

Her blue eyes sparkled. “I’ll bring an overnight bag” she said and with that got up and left his office, a feeling of elation permeating through her body.

Mulder watched the door swing shut behind her as she left. I can’t believe it, he thought, Scully’s actually going to be staying with me for Christmas. This is going to be great. Just the two of us in my apartment.

The full enormity of the situation hit him like a thunderbolt. My apartment. Arrgh, it’s a complete mess. I’m going to have to clean the place from top to bottom. The bed sheets need changing and the kitchen…..

He realised that his food stocks were pretty low and what was in the fridge had probably evolved into a new life form that even Scully would have a hard time identifying. Mulder looked at the calendar and buried his head in his hands. Four days, that was all he had to get his place straightened out, but there was no way he was going to let this opportunity slip by. He picked up the telephone to tell personnel he was going to take a few days leave, then grabbed his coat and headed home.

It was Christmas Eve and Mulder stood surveying the newly sparkling kitchen. The cooker gleamed, ready to use. The fridge was freshly stocked and the draining board was for once clear of washing up. He turned to the living room. It too had under gone a transformation, the carpet had been cleaned, shelves and surfaces were dusted and his video collection was discreetly hidden away. There was even a cloth on the table. He had paid special attention to the bedroom, even finding it necessary to re-arrange it to make it cosier. The telephone rang interrupting his satisfied mood. He picked it up.

“Mulder.”

“Hi, it’s Scully. I was just checking it’s still ok for tomorrow.”

“Yes, it’s fine. Is there a problem?”

“No, it’s just that you haven’t been at work the last couple of days and I wondered if you were all right?”

“Uh yes, no problem. I just had a few things to deal with before Christmas. You know how it is. So I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yes I’ll be there about 10. Until the morning then. Bye”

“Bye”

Scully put the telephone down and let out a giggle. Had he really taken three days tidying his apartment for her? She had spent the day doing last minute shopping, finally finding something for her mom. The remainder of the day had gone into looking for a present for Mulder.

She looked down at her purchase and wondered if he’d like it, then smiled. Of course he would like it, especially after unwrapping it.

Mulder had just finished preparing the last of the vegetables when he heard the knock at the door. Wiping his hands on a towel he moved swiftly through the lounge to open the door.

Scully stood there in a long fawn raincoat, water dripping from it, and a large sports type bag in her hand.

“Hi Scully, is it raining?”

She gave him a long look “No I thought I’d go swimming this morning fully clothed. Of course it’s raining.” She looked up at him in exasperation “Well, are you going to let me in?”

Mulder quickly stepped back with a sheepish look on his face “Oops, sorry I wasn’t thinking.” He shut the door behind her “I’ll get you a towel from the bathroom.”

He vanished for a second and then came back holding a second towel. By now Scully had taken off her coat and was looking for somewhere to hang it to dry.

“Here you are.” he said handing over the towel and taking her coat from her “I’ll put this in the bath to dry off.”

As she stood there drying her hair Mulder ran his eyes up and down her body. Scully was wearing a cream woolen sweater and a long brown wrap round skirt which parted slightly as she moved, revealing white silk clad legs and modestly heeled shoes. She peeked out from beneath the towel. “I believe you were taking my coat to the bathroom?”

Mulder blushed “Uh right.” And disappeared again.

“Would you like some coffee?” he asked as came out of the bathroom and headed to the kitchen.

“That would be great” She sat down on the sofa and looked around the lounge, noticing the clean surfaces and tidy appearance. She also spotted the empty spaces amongst the lines of videos and wondered what he had removed. Scully had a fair idea of the type of film but was intrigued as to his exact taste, not that she thought that she would want to see them. That type of movie never had enough of a story to keep her interested, which was why she and, she suspected, other women didn’t like them. Not enough romance.

Mulder reappeared carrying two mugs. He handed one to her and sat down on a chair. “So how is your Mom?”

“She’s fine. I stopped round there this morning to drop off her present and wish her a happy Christmas. She sends you her love.”

Mulder choked on his coffee “You told her you were coming here?”

Scully raised her eyes toward the ceiling “Mulder I am over 18 and can therefore stay where I want, with whom I want and do what I want.” She gave him an amused smile “Anyway she said it was about time.”

Mulder repeated his performance with the coffee.

Scully raised an eyebrow at him “Mothers do occasionally notice these things and she is reasonably open minded.”

Mulder had recovered slightly “I guess.” Then he grinned “But it does kinda take the fun out of it”

Scully let out a small laugh “You do have a point.”

“I must go and take care of a few things in the kitchen in a minute. Dinner should be ready in about an hour.”

“So we’re not having pizza?”

Mulder took on a wounded look “I don’t cook often because I can’t be bothered but I do know how. If you want find something to watch or listen to, have a look around and see what there is.”

He got up and headed back into the kitchen. Scully wandered over to his CD collection and flicked through it. She found some nice soft rock music to listen to and sat back down to let the sound wash over her. Every so often the sounds of Mulder hard at work in the kitchen drifted through to her. She felt a bit guilty about getting him to cook for her but it would be nice not to cook for herself for once. The smells drifting through from the kitchen started to make her mouth water. If it tasted as good as it smelled then Mulder’s assertion that he could cook was no idle one.

As the music finished he came out of the kitchen bearing a roasting tray with a turkey on it. He placed it on a mat on the table and went back into the kitchen. Several trips later and the table was covered with serving dishes full of food. Scully looked down at it all with surprise. Apart from the turkey Mulder had cooked stuffing, roast potatoes, broccoli, peas, boiled potatoes, green beans, onion sauce and gravy. She seated herself at the table feeling a little stunned that he would go to so much effort just because she had asked. Mulder came back in carrying a carving knife and fork.

“Leg or breast?” he asked

It took Scully a moment to realise he was referring to the turkey. “Some of each please.”

Mulder hummed quietly to himself as he carved, carefully placing the slices on her plate. “Help yourself to the rest”

She took some of everything and then waited while Mulder served himself.

“Ah almost forgot” he said and vanished into the kitchen. He came back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. “I thought a nice Chablis would go well with the meal.”

He removed the cork and filled the glasses and then sat down. “Happy Christmas Scully” Mulder said, raising his glass. Scully raised her glass in response and took a small sip.

Again she was surprised. The wine was light and delicate. Mulder had made a good choice, another couple of brownie points for him, she thought.

They settled down to the food and she found that it did taste as good as the smells had promised.

“This is very good Mulder. I never would have though it of you.”

He gave her a smug smile “I told you I can cook, I just don’t like it.”

Twenty minutes later Scully was pleasantly full, but there was still a lot of food on the table. “I think I’ve had enough Mulder. It looks like you’ve cooked too much.”

“No it’s ok. I’ll be able to live off the left-overs for the next few weeks.” He started to clear the dishes off the table.

“Can I help?” Scully asked.

“No, you’re the guest. So go and relax. Anyway I don’t intend to wash up at the moment, it can wait until later.”

Within a few minutes the table was clear and Mulder joined Scully on the sofa. He hesitantly put his arm around her shoulders. She snuggled up to him, then reached up to give him a kiss.

“Thank you Mulder. That was delicious.”

“It was my pleasure. Consider it my present to you.”

“That reminds me” She said, getting up and going to her bag “I’ve got something for you.” Scully came back with an envelope and gave it to Mulder. “Happy Christmas” she said and accompanied it with another kiss.

He looked at the envelope in his hands. It felt like a card of some kind “Uh thanks Scully” he said feeling a bit confused.

“You can open it”

“Um, right” Mulder said and ran a fingernail along the flap. He pulled out the card and looked at it. It seemed to be a normal standard Christmas card. He was now even more confused. He looked down at Scully, who sat there with a big smile on her face.

“It’s very nice” Mulder ventured, wondering if it was some kind of joke. He opened it up to see what she had written and stapled alongside the words ‘Happy Christmas With Love From Dana’ was a till receipt.

“I don’t get it Scully”

“C’mon Mulder you’re a detective. Work it out. That’s what the I in FBI is, remember?”

Mulder turned his attention back to the slip of paper. The store name wasn’t one he was familiar with, but it appeared the receipt was for two items of LNGRE. What the hell was LNGRE, he thought. Lounge something? Long? Then it came to him.

LNGRE must be lingerie.

“You’ve bought me some underwear?”

She grinned at him “Sort of.”

“Ah. It’s underwear for you that I’ll like?”

She gave a small clap “Very good. Now you can unwrap it and see if I’m right.”

He looked around for a parcel or package of some description “Is it in your bag?”

“Nope.”

Mulder thought again for a second and it finally dawned on him “You’re wearing it!”

“Correct. Now do you want to start unwrapping?” she said, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a long, deep kiss.

Mulder responded by hugging her and returning her kiss with interest, moving his body slightly so it was on top of hers. Their tongues entwined and probed each other’s mouths. After a few moments they parted and Mulder gave a little wry grin.

“You know Scully I completely forgot about desserts.”

Scully smiled back at him “Don’t worry Mulder, you’ll do quite nicely for afters.” She moved forward and started to nibble on his ear.

He gave a little hum of pleasure “Why, Scully I didn’t know you had cannibalistic tendencies.”

“Just wait until later and I’ll nibble more than your ear” she murmured.

Mulder’s hands reached down to slip beneath her sweater and start to caress her back, feeling the silky smoothness of her skin. He worked them upwards slowly until they finally found her bra strap. Surprisingly, Mulder failed to find any fastening.

Scully giggled in his ear as she felt his fingers searching “Sorry Mulder, it’s front opening.”

He gave a growl of frustration and changed his attention to her legs. Mulder’s hand grasped her knee and rubbed, then circled behind it and tickled.

Scully gave a small squeak “Stop that!”

“Why? Don’t you like it?”

“It’s just that it tickles.”

“Good.” He said and continued while kissing her neck and gently blowing in her ear.

Scully started to laugh and writhe under him. Soon her breath was coming in short gasps. Mulder stopped and moved his hand up her thigh, parting the skirt as he did so.

Scully gave out a groan “Oh Mulder”

He found the top of her stocking and one of the straps of her garter belt. He stroked her leg for a while before his hand continued upward and moved around to clench her right buttock.

Again he was surprised, as there seemed to be more material to her panties than he was expecting. Mulder had thought she would have dressed in a g-string or thong, but these seemed to be quite restrained. He felt a small surge of disappointment.

Scully decided that she wanted to feel more of Mulder’s bare flesh and started to undo his shirt. After unfastening the buttons she tugged the ends out of his trousers, then ran her hands over his chest feeling his hair and brushing his nipples. Mulder, despite his eating habits was still reasonably fit and slim, Scully could almost feel his ribs as her fingers moved downward and then followed their curve backward to his shoulders. Her hands continued to move downward, pulling Mulder closer to her, and she edged her fingers under the waistband of his trousers until she could feel his eminently gropeable rear.

“Mulder, stand up. I want to take your trousers off.”

Mulder did as he was told and stood in front of her with his shirt hanging open. Scully sat forward on the edge of the sofa and carefully pulled the zip of his trousers down and then undid the button. Slowly she began to ease them down, revealing a pair of white boxer shorts with an interesting looking bulge in them. As Scully got the trousers to his ankles her head moved forward and she gently folded her mouth around Mulder’s concealed manhood.

His hands came to rest on her shoulders as she worked her tongue up and down his shaft. Scully could smell and taste his fragrance as she continued to lick. After a moment she stopped and moved back slightly. There was a large wet patch on the front of his shorts making them partially transparent. Scully could make out the shape of his cock through the material much more clearly now.

“Ok Mulder, you can step out of your pants now and don’t forget to take off your socks. There’s nothing uglier than a nearly naked man in a pair of socks.”

“Ah! so that’s what I’ve been doing wrong.” He said with a slight touch of sarcasm while he did as she asked.

“I’m sorry Mulder, but it’s one thing that really turns me off.”

Mulder finished taking off his last sock, performed an elegant bow and struck a pose in front of her. “Is that better?”

Scully looked up at him as he stood there, hands resting on his hips and one leg pointed to the side. Her eyes traveled down over the hair of his chest, past his nicely flat and taut stomach, to rest on his crotch as he strained against his shorts. She felt the warm glow of excitement in her stomach expand and touch her pussy, making it wet. Scully reclined back on to the sofa, crooking one leg slightly.

“Now come here and ravage me.”

Mulder smiled, “I think you mean ravish,” he said as he moved forward, pushing a leg between hers and forcing her skirt further apart.

As he rested his body on hers she wrapped her hands behind his neck, “I know what I mean” she growled at him in a voice that spoke of her desire and pulled him into another deep kiss.

He could feel the silk of her stockings against his bare legs and every time he moved, his erection brushed along her thigh.

Scully adjusted her knee to prolong the contact, she enjoyed the heat of his cock on her body and her legs felt good when clad in the fine silk material. She hooked her free leg behind Mulder to pull him closer to her and felt his upper thigh come into contact with her panties. Mulder increased the pressure of his leg so he could experience more of the warmth of her pussy. Scully let out a small moan that was smothered by his kiss, and then his weight started to recede as he straightened up.

He levered himself off her. “Now I think I’d like to see my present,” he said as he reached down and started to lift the edge of her sweater.

Scully sat up as Mulder pulled it off her. She raised her arms to make it easier for him to remove it completely. The arms caught momentarily on her wrists and as the sweater came free her hair tumbled back untidily, giving her a sexy tousled look. Mulder stared down at her bra. It was white and, as he had already discovered, front opening. But although it had a full cup it concealed nothing, the material was extremely translucent. He could make out every detail of her erect nipples pushing against the flimsy fabric.

“Well, do you like it?” she asked, smiling up at him. He nodded dumbly, he was thinking about her panties. He had been disappointed earlier at the amount of material to them, but if they were made of the same stuff as the bra although they would cover a lot of area they would conceal nothing. Mulder eagerly reached down to the waistband of her skirt. His trembling fingers undid the two buttons and he slowly pulled the two ends apart.

Mulder looked down at her as he let the skirt fall open. Her garter belt was white to match the rest of her underwear, but his gaze was drawn to her panties. They were close fitting and with a reasonable amount of material but her soft red pubic hair was clearly visible and, with her legs open as they were, so was her moist slit.

Mulder dragged his eyes back to her face, “I think it’s the best present I’ve ever been given.” He bent down and scooped her up into his arms; Scully gave a small yell of surprise.

“What are you doing Mulder?” she asked breathlessly.

“I think it’s time for bed,” he said carrying her towards the bedroom.

“It’s only half past one” Scully laughed.

“I thought you might appreciate an early night.”

Scully laughed again and started to seriously kiss his neck and nibble his ear as he began to manoeuvre her through the doorway.

“If you carry on doing that I’ll lose concentration and bang your head against the wall.”

She pulled her head back to look at him “No, you won’t. I trust you completely.”

“Let’s see you say that when I’ve got you into bed.”

Scully punched his shoulder playfully in reply. She looked around the room and found that Mulder had rearranged it so much that at first it seemed almost redecorated. Then her eyes fell on the bed. She turned her face back to him and raised an eyebrow.

“Silk sheets? You’re not a silk sheet person Mulder.”

“No. I’m a sleep on the couch person. This is for you,” he said as he laid her on the bed.

“It’s very nice and I do appreciate it, but I think white was a bad choice of colour.”

“Why? It goes with the rest of the décor,” Mulder answered, looking confused.

“Yes, but the sheets will show up any stains extremely well.”

“Oh well, I’ll just have to have them cleaned frequently.”

Scully levered herself up on one elbow to stare at him

“And what makes you think I’m going to give you a chance to make them dirty that often?”

Mulder gave her one of his grins “My natural irresistible charm?”

Scully threw a pillow at him. He caught it and moved forward to place it back on the bed. As he did so she grabbed the waist band of his shorts and pulled him down beside her. She continued pulling until his boxers were gathered somewhere below his buttocks leaving Mulder fully exposed.

“That’s better” Scully purred.

He lay back, arms out flung, in an attitude of surrender “Ok you’ve got me. Do your worst!”

“I intend to.” She said giving him an evil little smile.

Scully kissed him on the lips and then started to lay a trail of them down his body. Over his chin, down his throat to his chest she slowly went. There was a slight pause as she diverted to his nipples to kiss and gently nip at each of them.

“Oww!” came from Mulder.

“Oh hush and stop being a baby.”

Scully then continued down over the dark hair of his chest to his stomach and belly button. She gave it some serious attention with her tongue, licking her way around it. Scully followed the line of hair from his belly button to her ultimate destination and watched as it twitched in anticipation of her approach.

She stopped and looked at Mulder’s face with a quizzical expression “What was for dessert?”

Mulder raised his head and stared at her in confusion “What?”

“I said what was for dessert?”

“Have you lost your mind? You stopped just to ask me that?” Mulder said incredulously.

“Just answer the question or I won’t carry on at all!”

Mulder shook his head in resignation, despairing for his partner’s sanity “Ice cream and a fresh fruit salad.”

Scully slid off the bed and headed out of the room. Mulder raised himself on an elbow and watched her in disbelief. “Where are you going? I thought you were having a good time and all you can think about is food?” he yelled at her disappearing back.

He received no response as her gauze clad rear vanished around a corner. Mulder threw himself back down on the bed in frustration.

“She has to pick now to have a nervous breakdown” he growled to himself whilst covering his eyes with his hands. The sounds of Scully whistling happily to herself drifted to him from the kitchen.

A couple of minutes later Scully appeared carrying a spoon, a tub of ice cream and a bowl. Mulder watched her re-enter the bedroom and cautiously noted the mischievous smile on her face. This is either going to be very good or very bad, he thought.

“See, I brought us desserts” she said brightly.

“Is this really the time?”

“Of course, I’ve got some strawberries for you” Scully lowered the bowl to show him “And ice cream for me. Now be a good boy and remove my panties for me.”

Mulder looked at her a moment, gave a small shrug and reached forward. He grasped the waistband and slowly tugged her white filmy material over her hips and down her legs, exposing her soft red pubic hair. Scully gave a gasp as her panties pulled away from her pussy. Once they were around her ankles she delicately stepped out of them and kicked them slightly to one side.

“Good, now I think I fancy some ice cream.” She climbed onto the bed beside him and put the bowl of strawberries down.

Scully pulled the top off the carton and inhaled the released aroma. “Mmm, Chocolate, my favourite.” She stabbed the spoon into the ice cream and dug out a large chunk. Mulder watched her in fascination as Scully moved the spoon towards him and suddenly dumped it’s contents in his belly button. He yelled as the cold substance made contact with his bare flesh.

“What are you doing?!!”

“Eating my ice cream” Scully replied, grinning at him.

She ducked her head forward to lap at the melting ice cream, the contrast of it’s coldness and the heat of Scully’s tongue caused Mulder to groan. She quickly finished lapping up the last of it and looked at him.

“See, I know what I’m doing and it gets better” Scully said as she scooped out another spoonful.

“It does?”

She reached out with her spare hand and quickly grasped his cock. “Oh yes!!” she laughed as she dropped the ice cream on to it.

Mulder body convulsed “Arrrgh.”

Scully dropped the spoon and spread the ice cream up and down his cock with her hand and then started to lick at it. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft whilst holding the head firmly, savouring the sweet flavour of the chocolate mixed with Mulder’s musk. Scully watched as the ice cream melted and ran down onto his balls. She moved forward and took them into her mouth, sucking the chocolate off them. Mulder writhed underneath her , gasping in pleasure. Scully worked her way back up his cock, licking and sucking, finally taking the head into her mouth and running her tongue around it. Mulder kept trying to push it further in but, by keeping a firm grasp of the base of his cock, Scully was able to retain control. After a few moments she raised her head away from his penis and looked at him, chocolate ice cream smeared all over her face.

She smiled at him “Well I really enjoyed my ice cream, I suppose you ought to have your strawberries.”

Scully reached forward to the bowl and pulled out a strawberry. She held it by the stalk over Mulder’s mouth. He opened it in anticipation. Scully looked at the strawberry for a moment before moving it away.

“I think it could do with a little flavouring” she said.

Scully opened her legs to reveal her moist pussy and then rubbed the strawberry up and down her slit, enjoying the rough texture of it’s skin against her delicate inner flesh. She held it out to Mulder again.

“There, that’s better don’t you think?”

Mulder looked at the red fruit before him, glistening with her juices. He opened his mouth and stretched out his tongue to lap at it, before biting it off at the stalk and eating it.

Scully laughed “There’s a good boy. You can have another one for that.”

Again she flavoured the strawberry with her juices before feeding it to him.

“Let’s try something different with the next one” Scully said thoughtfully.

She knelt upright astride his face, facing his legs, and selected another strawberry. This time Scully plucked the stalk off and moved it between her legs. Mulder watched as she slowly worked it between the outer lips of her pussy, small end first, like the head of a cock, until it was firmly seated. He heard her scoop out some more ice cream and again jumped as the cold substance made contact with his shaft. Scully bent forward to lick his cock once again and, as she did so, she lowered her pussy towards his face, the strawberry clearly visible between the lips. When it was within range he reached out with his tongue and lapped at Scully’s pussy around the strawberry. Scully let out a moan, muffled by his cock in her mouth. Mulder worked his tongue deep into her pussy behind the small piece of fruit and drew it into his mouth. He savoured the musky taste of Scully as he ate the strawberry and then continued to lick at her pussy. His tongue worked up and down the length of Scully’s slit, parting the swollen pink lips and eventually stopping at her clitoris. Mulder paused a moment and then gave it an experimental flick with the tip of his tongue. Scully gave out another stifled groan as she continued to work her tongue up and down his throbbing member, taking it deep into her mouth.

Mulder started to gently rub her clit with his tongue and as he did so he could feel it swell under his ministrations. Almost like a small cock, he mused to himself. Scully started to move her body back and forth in response to Mulder’s actions, unable to contain the building sensations of pleasure unfolding in her lower stomach. She could almost feel the lips of her vagina opening as if needing to have something other than a tongue between them. The heat of Mulder’s cock in her mouth felt good but she wanted it elsewhere now. She knelt upright and moved around to position herself over his waiting shaft. She grasped it and guided the head towards her waiting pussy. As Scully sank down on it she let out a gasp echoed by a small groan from Mulder.

“Oh god I need this soo much” she said and began to ride his cock in slow sensuous motion. Mulder reached forward and unclipped her bra, Scully’s breasts tumbled out and he began to massage them and tweak her nipples. After only a few seconds Scully could feel her vaginal muscles begin to spasm and she started to come with deep throaty gasps. Her vision dimmed slightly as the last of the contractions passed and Scully vaguely realised that she hadn’t felt Mulder come. She looked at him between errant strands of hair that had fallen across her face. He didn’t seem to be upset and was lying watching her with a small smile on his face.

“Are you Ok?” Scully asked with a tiny twinge of guilt “I sort of got carried away” she blushed slightly as she said it.

“Don’t worry I’m fine. I like seeing you enjoy yourself, especially if I’m the cause.” He spread out an arm in an invitation for her to snuggle up beside him. Scully gratefully accepted the silent invitation and hauled herself off his still erect cock. As she did so Mulder reached down to move the various bowls and tubs off the bed on to the floor. She slipped off her bra and dropped it beside them. Before settling down beside him Scully took a good look at the sheets, they were covered in ice cream stains. Mulder followed the line of her gaze.

“Well it’s probably not the kind of marks you had in mind but at least it’s a start.”

Scully punched him on the upper arm. “You are entirely too smug.”

“And do I have reason to be?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Good. Consider it another Christmas present.” He said and bent his neck to kiss her forehead.

“You know you were right I do need an early night. I feel quite exhausted.” Scully remarked as she draped a silk covered leg across his torso.

“It must be all that good food.”

” Must be” she said drowsily.

Within minutes Scully was asleep. Mulder looked down on her wrapped up in his arms. There’s nothing like the sleep of the just, he thought, except maybe the sleep of the just after.

Some hours later Scully groggily opened her eyes and suffered a brief moment of `where am I?` panic. Then she remembered and looked up to see Mulder staring down at her.

“Feeling better now?” he asked solicitously.

“Mmm much” she replied, stretching a bit and not too incidentally rubbing her stockinged leg down his body. The response from a certain part of Mulder’s anatomy was almost instantaneous. Scully lifted up the sheets and peered under them.

“I was going to ask what you had planned for the rest of the evening, but I think I’ve just found out.”

Mulder laughed and threw back the covers.

“Well it is tea time” he said as he got out of bed and headed out of the room.

Scully lay there stretching to remove some kinks in her back, whilst enjoying the feel of the silk sheets against her body, particularly her nipples. She looked up as Mulder came back in, her eyes fastening on what he carried in his hand. She propped her head up with a hand and arched an eyebrow at him.

“A bag of ice cubes is not my idea of tea.”

“No, but I figured you deserved it after the ice cream” he said standing there grinning at her.

“It looks like I’m going to need all of Boxing Day to recover.”

“I certainly hope so” Mulder said as he took a dripping ice cube out of the bag and climbed back onto the bed.

Author’s Notes.

Well here is my second story. As I said in the summary it’s a direct follow up to “Snow Job” and, hopefully, a successful one.

“Christmas Turkey” seemed to be much harder to write mainly due to the fact I was trying hard not to fall into formula writing. I guess only you readers will be able to give a final judgement on that. I have to thank a work colleague who helped me when I hit a block and couldn’t see where to take the story next. She’s not on the internet and so will never see this, but I felt the acknowledgement should be here anyway. I have a case file story in mind to try next, I’m not sure if I can or want to take the “Snow Job” story line any further forward. I don’t want to turn it into a series of brief sexual encounters or lose it in the humdrum every day life routine. As before, any constructive comments, positive or negative, are welcome, even if it’s just a “I enjoyed the story”. I think that’s the bottom line with writing, if someone liked the story then it was worth writing. So if you read a story, any story, and like it, E-mail the author to let them know. It doesn’t take long and let’s face it, if they feel unappreciated they might not write anymore.

Stripe

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