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