It’s driving me mad that I can’t find this fic, so I’m giving up and posting it here. I have two by Exeter Street in my library and can’t find either of them, so if you can point me in their direction, please do. There’s a possibility that they’re on ephemeral, so I’ll check when it returns.
Title: Mulder’s Christmas Package
Author: Exeter Street
Email: [email protected]
Rating: NC-17 Keywords: MSR, Smut
Summary: Mulder receives the Christmas present to end all Christmas presents.
Disclaimer: Obviously not mine, they wouldn’t have any genitals left. Notes: I’m currently working on a larger scale project and it’s going to be a long time until M&S get it on. So to tide you (let’s be honest here, ME!) over.
Here’s a little ‘somethin somethin.’ Technically it’s a Christmas fic so only the naughty kiddies are allowed to open this before Dec 25. Feedback is always appreciated at Idealistshaven or the email above.
Thank You & On With The Show
MULDER’S APARTMENT CHRISTMAS DAY 12.03AM
The glow of the television and the fish tank combined to create enough dim light for Mulder to select a video from his private collection. His fingers skipped over the cases, unsure of what he was in the mood for tonight. Truth be told he was in the mood for the real thing. He was always in the mood for the real thing, but tonight especially.
Scully would be on a plane in six short hours, leaving DC behind for Christmas in California with her family. It was going to be a lonely two weeks without her, without the click-clack of her heels, the scent of her perfume, the sound of her laugh, he wanted to fuck her so bad…
He snatched the tape containing a very tasty redhead out of the drawer. Why fight it? He pushed the video into the VCR, then paused. It couldn’t be, could it? The sound of high heels out in the hallway caught his attention. They were rapidly approaching his front door.
Three sharp knocks.
Mulder quickly tossed the cover back in the drawer, he glanced at the TV checking that the video wasn’t playing. Thankfully it was still the news. He crossed the room and swung the door open, Scully smiled up at him alluringly.
“Did I wake you?”
He shook his head, a little confused, looked left and right down the hallway out of habit, then ushered her inside. “What are you doing here Scully? You’re supposed to be on a plane at six in the morning.” He closed the door behind them and turned to face her. She wore a strange, predatory expression. Had she been drinking?
“I wanted to give you your gift before I go.”
She didn’t sound drunk. Mulder shook his head in disapproval.
“We said no presents.”
Her smile was delicious, dangerous. She pointed to the couch.
“Sit down Mulder.”
He hesitated. She pointed again.
Mulder complied, when he was settled he stared up at her curiously. She moved to stand in front of him, her hands going to the belt of her trench coat. Mulder swallowed nervously. This couldn’t be happening. There was NO way this was happening. He was reading it all wrong.
“I saw this in a store the other day and I thought of you immediately.”
She began to untie the belt. No, he was right. He was RIGHT!
“I thought, I bet Mulder would LOVE this for Christmas.”
The belt now hung open, but the coat had not separated yet to reveal what was underneath. Her hands gripped the lapels and Mulder held his breath.
“I can always exchange it for something else if it doesn’t meet your approval.”
She winked at him,
then opened the coat.
Mulder expelled the breath he’d been holding as if he’d been kicked in the stomach. His jaw opened and closed but no sound emerged from this throat. He could only stare, and stare and STARE.
The coat dropped to the floor and her laughter teased his eardrums. She turned in a slow circle, giving him the full experience. “You like it?”
The black lace merry widow clung to her like a second skin, cupping her breasts high on her chest, the swells of creamy flesh caused his hands to flex involuntarily. The black panties were nothing more than a tiny wisp of material, his mouth watered as his mind supplied the image of what hid beneath them.
Suspenders met very sheer black stockings, black stilettos completing the outfit. His gaze travelled from her feet to her breasts at least ten times before he finally met her eyes and croaked.
“Holy shit, Scully.”
She eye balled the tent at the front of his sweat pants and licked her lips.
“Show me Mulder. I want to see how much you like my gift.”
With shaking hands Mulder pulled on the draw string and loosened the waist of the sweat pants. He drew his erection out, gave it a little squeeze then let his hands drop back to his thighs. He was hard, and thick and straining towards her.
Scully moaned appreciatively. “I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.”
Scully placed her foot on the couch, next to his thigh, positioning herself right in front of his face, where he could enjoy the show. Her right hand slid into her panties, slowly, excruciatingly, she began to pleasure herself.
“Jesus, Scully.” He barely squeezed the words passed his clenched jaw. Her hips began moving in slow circles, countering the ministrations of her hand. Mulder felt like he was going to pass out.
“How long have you wanted me Mulder?”
“Since the mosquito bites.”
She seemed to like that answer, her hand sped up and she threw her head back. Mulder wasn’t going to be able to stay idle for long, and her growing pleasure was adding to his growing need to touch her. Their uncanny knack for mind reading kicked in.
Her movements ceased, she drew her hand from her panties and offered him two glistening fingers. Mulder took her by the wrist and sucked the digits into his mouth, slowly swirling his tongue around and between them. His eyes closed as her flavor hit his taste buds. Instantly he needed more, she entered his veins and like any addict he was fixing for his next hit.
With one finger, he pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and revealed the pink, glistening paradise that would satisfy the craving. She pulled her fingers from his mouth and placed her hand on the back of his head, gently guiding him to her. Her groan was deep and guttural when he made contact with the sensitive flesh.
He lapped at her, enjoying the little gasps and mewling sounds coming from above him. Mulder slid two fingers inside her, in and out, slowly, gently. He marvelled at the slickness and sensitivity. It wasn’t long before she was gripping the hair on the back of his head, her hips bucking hard as she ground her centre firm against his relentless mouth. Mulder mentally high fived himself.
Her whole body suddenly stiffened, as if on the edge of a precipice. Mulder used the opportunity to wrap his lips around her clitoris and suck.
Her shriek sent a bolt of electricity straight down his shaft, he was so close to burying himself inside of her, he could just about taste it. Her body was shaking and bouncing, almost levitating off the floor and Mulder remained with her until the very end.
Her legs were still shaking, her hands still gripping his shoulders for support when he finally pulled his face from her. He tore the panties with both hands, ripping them from her and yanked her down to his lap by the hips.
“You’ll be replacing those.”
“I’ll buy as many as you want.”
Mulder positioned himself correctly and pushed upwards as she sank down, savoring every inch as it disappeared into her body. A mutual groan filled the room as they began to move together.
He could feel the heat build in her again. She reached forward to brace herself against the back of the couch, her hands on either side of his head, her body moving faster and faster. His hips pumped beneath her as he too, neared climax. With vision blurred from the frenzy of lust, he took a moment to absorb the sensation of her tight pussy, the sexy lingerie and the look of pure bliss on her face. How the fuck did he get so lucky?
“All good Scully?”
In that moment, all thoughts of his Christmas gift vanished, and he knew only her. Scully’s needs, Scully’s desires, that’s all that mattered. Once more he led her beyond desire into sweet oblivion. She squealed, shuddered and spasmed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Mulder’s deep groan signaled his own release, his face contorted into a mask of unutterable pleasure. Scully gasped his name, her voice was the final caress he needed to push him over the edge. One final, desperate, upward thrust and he could feel himself expand and then explode inside of her, his seed surging into her.
They continued to grind together, drawing out every last sensation, down to the last shudder, until finally they were still. When he opened his eyes, she was smiling down on him, like a Christmas angel on top of a tree. Scully delivered a sweet, chaste peck to the top of his head and disengaged herself from his limbs.
He sat there like a shell shocked sack of potatoes and watched as she slid back into her trench coat, tied the belt and smoothed her hair. She offered him the most gorgeous, sexy, mouth watering he’d ever seen.
“Merry Christmas, Mulder. I’ll see you in two weeks.”
What? That’s it?
Mulder leapt from the couch and crossed the room in three strides. He pulled her against him with one arm and held her face tilted toward his with the other. He slanted his mouth over hers, delivering a kiss that stole her breath. Their tongues duelled, heads tilted and changed direction multiple times. Teeth scraped together, Mulder squeezed her ass and finally it came to an end when saliva dripped down their chins. They were both panting when they pulled apart.
Their very first kiss.
“Merry Christmas, Scully.”
One final, gentle press of the lips and she was out the door. He closed it behind her and turned to survey his apartment. It was like she’d never even been there. Mulder ventured over to the drawer that held his private collection and opened it. He stared down at the saucy red head on the top cover.
“Sorry sugar, you’ve got NOTHING on the real thing.”
Mulder closed the drawer and whistled merrily to himself.
Christmas wasn’t so bad after all.