TITLE: A Christmas Turkey
AUTHOR: Stripe
E-MAIL: marion.jennings@virgin.net
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.

 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 dcor," 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
inter-net 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