Title: Red Bows and Mistletoe
Author: Lovesfox
E-mail: lovesfox@rogers.com
Website: www.geocities.com/kim_djd/index.html
Category: Story, MSR
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mulder, Scully and William's first Christmas
And Christmas nooky, of course.
Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, William, TLG, Skinner,
Doggett, Reyes and Mrs. Scully do not belong
to me, I just borrowed them.
Notes: This Christmas story takes place in The Eyes of a
Child universe, but you do not have to have read
that story to follow this one. Just know that
Mulder and Scully are together, and William is their
son.
Thanks: Nancy and Traci...for inspiration and support.
(N, the butt grab is for you!)
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Red Bows and Mistletoe
by Lovesfox
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Mulder/Scully Residence
December 20, 2001
5:20 pm
Mulder was wearing a Santa hat.
Just the hat.
Scully stood frozen just inside the open door, keys in one hand and
briefcase in the other. She was unable to draw her eyes away from
where they had naturally fallen after realizing that Mulder wore not a
stitch of clothing, except for the hat.
And a Christmas bow.
Strategically placed, of course. A bright red bow tied artfully around
his assets.
"Hey, Scully," he said suavely then, strutting a little closer to her.
"Wanna open an early Christmas present?" His eyebrows waggled
comically, while down below something else waggled hopefully. A goofy
yet lustful smile completed the picture.
She swallowed thickly.
Thud.
Clunk.
The loud sounds of her belongings hitting the hardwood floor awoke her
from her stunned state. Kicking the leather briefcase out of her way,
she moved further inside to shut the door. Keeping her gaze trained on
Mulder the entire time.
His sudden grin was cocky, and confident.
Torn between wanting to kiss that grin right off his face and. . .
Scully blinked rapidly, took a deep, slightly unsteady breath, and
began shrugging out of her coat. Mulder's grin widened.
It faltered however when she tossed the trench on the floor in front of
him, and he actually wavered in his sexily posed stance. "Scuh...?"
Quirking an eyebrow at him, Scully kicked off her heels and shed her
blazer. Tossing it aside, she then gracefully lowered herself to her
knees, on top of the coat. Tilting her head back to meet his eyes,
staring down at her with mingled arousal and surprise, she purred, "I
like to savor my presents, Mulder."
She was fairly certain he gulped, and a thrill of feminine, triumphant
power surged through her.
Inching forward a little, she placed her hands on his bare legs, just
above his dimpled knees, the ones he hotly denied having. She felt the
gooseflesh pebble Mulder's skin, felt the slight tremor that went
through his body at her touch.
But he just couldn't let her have the last word. "No hands, Scully."
He was kidding, she knew. Yet the thought intrigued her. Laughing,
she agreeably dropped her hands, and brought her face closer to him,
her eyes fluttering shut as she inhaled Mulder's unique scent. She
nuzzled her cheek along the inside of one lightly furred thigh, and
this time it was she who was hit with a wave of goosebumps. Her
nipples hardened almost painfully, the friction from the satin of her
bra a teasing torment.
She was also feeling quite warm. Flushed. Mulder had obviously
cranked the heat up, in order to parade around nude, with it being
rather cold outside. Then of course there was the fact that she was
incredibly aroused. Had been from the moment she had seen him in all
his Christmas glory.
Amazing that all it had taken was seeing her man scantily dressed, to
loosely coin a phrase. Though the red bow had certainly done something
to her libido, including a few interesting thoughts about just how to
remove that festive decoration.
Well, he *had* stipulated no hands...
But first, her blouse had to go. While continuing to stroke her cheek
along his thigh, Scully brought her hands up and swiftly unbuttoned her
shirt, hearing Mulder's harsh inhalation and subsequent deepened
breathing. Letting the halves of the garment fall open, she slowly
undid each cuff, before dipping her shoulders one at a time to let the
silky material shimmy off her body and pool on the floor.
She had intended to remove her bra as well, but recalled how her
cleavage in the lacy push-up had fascinated Mulder that morning. So
instead, she lowered her arms to let her hands rest on her own thighs,
and rounded her shoulders in to further emphasized her enhanced curves.
She was rewarded by his husky groan.
Tilting her head back again, she met his eyes and seductively licked
her lips. His next groan was louder. With a pleased smile, she rose
up on her knees so that her face was level with his jutting cock, and
leaned into him, finally dropping her gaze from his.
Carefully maintaining her balance, she nuzzled her face against his
inner thigh, rubbing her cheek on his warm skin several times. The
satin of the Christmas bow tickled her other cheek, reminding Scully of
her plan to remove it.
But not yet - she wanted to tease Mulder first.
Letting her tongue slip out between her lips, she licked a long, slow,
wet path along his inner thigh from just above his knee to the crease
where leg met groin. She lingered there, giving the tender flesh a
sucking kiss before turning her head slightly to tease his hardness
with her nose and then a swipe of her tongue.
Mulder shuddered, and Scully felt her inner walls pulsate with desire.
After a few minutes of such play, she leaned back again to check her
progress, using the expression on his face as a gauge.
His passion-darkened eyes were glittering down at her, and he was
biting his lip, his cheeks already flushed with his arousal.
She winked at him, and then shifted her eyes to her target. When she
opened her mouth, Mulder husked her name. Bringing her face in even
closer, she delicately closed her teeth on...
...one end of the tied bow.
Tugging gently, she felt only the tiniest of give. She was going to
have to break the unofficial 'no hands' rule. Bringing her hands up,
she first cupped them around the backs of his legs and squeezed, before
slowly gliding her fingers up until she was cupping his firm ass.
Another squeeze, and then she tugged harder on the bow. Holding his
ass gave her better leverage, and the red satin unraveled from his hard
cock.
Mulder groaned, and rocked forward on his toes, thrusting his hips
once. A second later his hands encircled her upper arms and he pulled
her to her feet.
The bow fell from her teeth to be trapped between their bodies as she
was hauled tightly against his chest, and then his mouth swooped down
to cover hers in a fiercely passionate kiss. One of his hands slid up
her back to tangle in her hair and cradle her skull, while the other
traveled downwards to roughly palm her ass.
He squeezed her flesh as she had squeezed his, and Scully moaned into
their kiss, her own hands busy running up and down his smooth, bare
back. On one such pass, she kept going until she was clutching at his
hair, knocking off the Santa hat that had surprisingly not fallen with
their activities thus far. It fell to the ground and was forgotten.
The bow was not the only thing trapped between them, and Scully came up
on her toes to press herself against his hard length, starting a near
frantic rubbing.
Mulder managed to maneuver them over to the closest wall without
breaking their lip lock, but her back hit it with a gentle thud. He
pulled away to harshly whisper, "Sorry, baby," after her breath
whooshed out in a shaky exhalation, before burying his lips in her neck
as she panted for much needed air. At the same time, his hands got
busy, removing her bra and tossing it over his shoulder, to quickly
come back and pay homage to her bare breasts for long moments, kneading
and stroking. He then moved downward, and worked on opening the button
and zipper of her trousers.
When the linen pooled around her ankles, Scully shifted from one foot
to the other, finally kicking the pants away without a care about their
dry-clean only instructions. Her delicate French-cut lace panties
followed thereafter, thrown over Mulder's shoulder as her bra had been.
His strong hand cupped the back of her left thigh, lifting her leg and
hitching it up over his hip as he bent his knees and insinuated himself
closer to her body. They both moaned as he entered her.
Their coupling was fast and hot and furious, and when it was over, as
they came down from their incredible high, they began to kiss again.
Slow, nibbling kisses interspersed with sighs and love talk.
The first knock on the door barely registered, but the second one had
them scrambling.
"Your mother and William!" Mulder hissed with alarm, snatching her
panties from atop the answering machine they had apparently landed upon
and thrusting them at her.
"She has her own key!" Scully hissed back, grabbing the lacy scrap
before bending to scoop her pants up, feeling ridiculous in only a pair
of trouser socks, eyes frantically scanning the room for her blouse.
Almost absently, she smoothed one hand through her hair, attempting to
neaten the mussed tresses.
"She does?" Mulder squawked, seeming confused. Then remembrance dawned
on his exertion-flushed face, and he added, "Oh, shit, she does!"
Moving to the couch, he plucked at something, as she noted his hair was
also somewhat rumpled-looking.
He had picked up his robe. Scully realized he had probably been
sitting on the couch in his robe waiting for her to come home and
surprise her with his nude rendition of Santa Claus. Had probably only
shed it when he had heard her key scraping in the lock. She wished he
had thought to bring her robe too.
Finally spying her blouse, lying on the floor beside her coat, which
had served duty as a knee pillow, she moved over to stand next to
Mulder, who fingers fumbled as he attempted to tie his robe closed.
She grabbed up both articles of her clothing, first tossing the coat on
the arm of the couch, and then saying, "You let them in while I get
dressed."
Turning to go, she stopped and softly called out, "Mulder." When he
looked at her, she pointed at her hair, mouthing 'fix yours'. He
nodded, already moving towards the door.
As she hurried to their bedroom, she heard Mulder opening the door,
realizing with a gulp and a red-hot blush that it had been unlocked the
entire time. Scully briefly glanced heavenward as she mused how
thankful she was that her mother hadn't walked in - most likely because
her hands had been full of William and baby paraphernalia. She would
certainly have gotten an eyeful.
~*~*~
The sash of his robe finally allowed itself to be tied, and after
smoothing the robe down, and scrubbing one hand hastily through his
hair, Mulder opened the door, a wide smile of greeting plastered on his
face.
"Hi, Maggie!" he chirped, meeting Scully's mom's mildly questioning
eyes first, then skipping over to the wide-awake baby in her arms.
"Hey, buddy," he cooed much more softly.
"Hello, Fox," she replied, shifting in order to hold William out to
Mulder. The baby was waving his fists excitedly, leaning towards his
father, almost bouncing with excitement. Her eyes dipped down, taking
in his robe and his bare legs and feet.
Oops. He felt very exposed, despite the thick terry-cloth robe.
"Da!" William babbled loudly.
Pulling attention away from his father. What a good boy.
"Yeah, buddy, right here," Mulder said, taking William from her and
cuddling the boy into his chest. He pulled William's little hat off,
and then bent his head and nuzzled his nose against his son's downy
soft head - which was still kind of sparse in the hair department, and
showing no signs yet of darkening from it's light reddish-blonde shade.
William had only been gone since just after lunchtime, but he had
missed him anyway. Holding his son capably with one hand, he unzipped
his snowsuit with the other and got it off with only a little baby
juggling.
Realizing suddenly that he was blocking Maggie from entering, Mulder
smiled sheepishly at her, and stepped back, saying, "Come on in."
"Thank-you, Fox," Maggie said, and entered, carrying William's bulging
diaper bag. Once inside, she shut the door behind her and moved to put
the bag down near the sofa.
Mulder followed, still cuddling William, who already had one hand
fisted in his father's hair, a favorite pastime, and the other gripping
the collar of the robe.
Mulder saw Scully's blazer puddled on the floor at the same time Maggie
seemed to, as she was staring down at it with her head tilted slightly
to one side. Then his eyes took in Scully's shoes, lying haphazardly a
few feet away, seeing Maggie note their presence as well.
And then, like it was a beacon, they both saw Scully's bra, hanging
from the shade of the corner lamp. He coughed, knowing his ears were
turning red, and said, "Uh, Scully had a rough day."
"I see," Maggie replied, her voice a little choked, and then she smiled
at him, her eyes shining with suppressed, or maybe not so suppressed
laughter.
Oh, man. How embarrassing. Caught in the afterglow of early evening
nooky by the mom-in-law.
So he did what any red-blooded male who was talking to the woman whose
daughter he had just finished doing the wild thing with did. He tried
to pretend it hadn't happened, and fervently hoped said daughter would
reappear. Like right then.
When Scully did not magically appear to distract her mother, he offered
up his son as a sacrifice instead. "Ewww, buddy!" he exclaimed,
holding William up and out in front of him, his face screwed in an
expression of mock-disgust. "Did you drop a load?"
Maggie hurried over, a look of dismay appearing on her face. "I
changed his diaper just before we left. He didn't go again, did he?"
She held her arms out to take her grandson. "I'll check his diaper."
Mulder handed William over, mentally giving himself a high-five for a
nicely averted situation.
He watched Maggie move over to the couch and lay William down length-
wise. She knelt on the floor and her hands quickly and efficiently
opened the snaps of his overalls around his diaper area. Peeking under
the edge of one leg of the diaper, she sniffed delicately. "All
clear," she reported. "Maybe he just passed wind."
"Must have," Mulder agreed, big cheesy smile in place once again, and
observed as she refastened the snaps and straightened up William's
clothes. His son had one fist happily crammed in his mouth and was
drooling to beat the band.
When his grandmother lifted the baby up, her hands around his waist, he
stood with his legs stiffly straight, babbling excitedly again, his
fists now waving in the air. He loved to stand while being held,
particularly on laps.
"There's my big boy!" came Scully's cooing, happy voice from behind
them.
If Maggie hadn't been there, Mulder would have turned and parted his
robe, flashing Scully his 'big boy', cooing back some smarmy come-on
line. Instead he just smiled, seeing the joy light up her makeup-less,
beautiful face. She stroked her hand fleetingly down his arm as she
passed him to head right for their son.
Maggie had stood when she heard her daughter's voice, scooping a very
excited William up. She held the bouncing boy out to his mother, who
took him and cuddled him to her breast, murmuring sweet baby talk to
him.
"Hello, Dana," Maggie said, touching Scully's back lightly.
"Hi, Mom," Scully replied, lifting her face from William's to press a
kiss on her mother's cheek. "Thank-you for watching William this
afternoon while Mulder did his 'secret Christmas shopping'."
Mulder only grinned at her when he heard the emphasis she put on the
last words. He hadn't caught her in the act yet, but he knew she had
been snooping around their place for the last couple days, trying to
find his hiding spot. No chance of that, he'd asked the Gunmen to
stash his gifts at their place, with a stern admonition for Frohike to
keep his paws off the Victoria's Secret bag.
"Oh, it's no trouble at all, dear," Maggie replied. "You know I love
watching this little guy. I take him over to the church, and the women
just eat him up. He's definitely a ladies man, this one."
"Just like his old man," Mulder crowed, and made a silly face at
William, who chortled and blew spit bubbles.
Both Scully women gave him droll looks, and Maggie continued talking as
if he hadn't interrupted. "Oh, that reminds me, Mrs. McIntyre...do
you remember her, Dana?" At Scully's nod, she said, "Well, she knitted
William the cutest little hat. I have it right here in his diaper
bag." She moved over to pick up the bag, Scully with William
following.
Well one out of three wasn't the best of odds, Mulder mused. But at
least his son thought he was amusing. "No appreciation," he announced,
and was ignored by the women again, who were oohing and aahing over a
red knit hat with a white wool pom-pom on the top.
"Here, let's try it on," Maggie said, and Scully turned William around
in her arms so that his front faced forwards. He agreeably allowed his
grandmother to put the hat on, with nary a fuss. "Oh, that is so
cute!"
Scully carried William over to the small mirror on one wall - not the
wall they had done the naked pretzel against - to show him how he
looked in his hat. As soon as William saw it, he took it off and tried
to eat it.
"Oh!" Maggie exclaimed, and Mulder turned from staring fondly at
William's antics with the wool hat to see that Scully's mom had found
his own Santa Hat, lying on the floor. "Was this William's?" she asked
then, holding it out.
"Uh, no," he replied. "That'sum, mine." He smiled nervously and
scratched at his head, avoiding Maggie's eyes - as if she would somehow
be able to divine that he had worn only the hat, well, the hat and a
Christmas bow. Which had led to things against a wall, things she
really didn't need to know about. He looked over at Scully instead,
who had turned around and was watching him with a knowing smirk on her
face.
The smirk disappeared when Maggie found the long red bow that had not
so long ago been decorating his Yule log.
Maggie held it up by one hand, and before she could say anything,
Scully had come and taken it from her, stuffing it into the pocket of
the khaki pants she had put on. "Um...Mulder was unwrapping...I mean
he was wrapping presents!" she blurted out.
Oh, good one, Scully, Mulder thought. He rolled his eyes at her,
trying not to laugh.
Maggie looked from Scully to him, and back again, clearly puzzled. A
light appeared in her eyes and finally she just said, "Mm-hmmm." She
chucked William under the chin and gently extracted the now wet wool
hat from his mouth, moving to lay it down on the arm of the couch.
"I've got some errands to run, so I'll be going now."
She accepted a kiss from Scully, then an open-mouthed, wet buss from
William before turning to receive one from Mulder. After opening the
door, she looked back at them and with amazingly deadpan delivery,
said, "If you need more time to," meaningful pause, " wrap, I'm always
available."
Ba-da-bum.
The door closed, Maggie's receding laughter audible through its wood
surface, and Scully turned to him, her cheeks blazing red. "My mother
the comedian, ladies and gentlemen."
"Gotta love them Scullys," Mulder quipped. Then 'oofed' dramatically
at the elbow to the gut he immediately received. To the delight of
William, who rocked and bounced in his mother's arms, giggling that
baby giggle that turned many a grown man into mush.
Namely the three men known as the Gunmen, and a certain normally staid
and stern Assistant Director of the F.B.I., Walter Skinner.
"Nice jab, Scully," he told her, then leaned in to press a smacking
kiss on her slightly parted lips. Pulling away so that his lips grazed
hers when he spoke, he whispered, "And I do love *my* Scully."
She tipped her chin up to keep the contact of their lips, and smiled
before her tongue came out to trace his lips. "Nice recovery,
Mulder." Then she kissed him.
"Ba ba, DA!" William offered, and clonked Mulder on the head.
They broke apart, both of them laughing.
"Pizza?" Mulder asked.
"Oh, honey, you cooked?" Scully cooed, and picked up the portable
phone.
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