TITLE: Angel Falls 1/1 AUTHOR: Crash E-MAIL: mamymac@juno.com CATEGORY: SRH RATING: NC-17 for sexual situations SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully fulfill their Christmas fantasy SPOILERS: None KEYWORDS: Christmas, Mulder and Scully Romance DISCLAIMER: The X-Files and the characters herein do not belong to me. They belong to Mr. Carter, 10-13 Productions and Fox Broadcasting. Sigh. No infringement is intended and the only thing I get from this is a sick thrill. ARCHIVE: Anywhere you want so long as my name is on it. NOTES: I had to do it. I just couldn't stop myself. I had to write a Christmas piece and a cheesy one at that. Please forgive me. Tis the season, you know. You are warned, nothing but romance, fluff and sex follow so if you're under 18 or don't like that sort of thing, go to the next story. Those of you hopeless romantics and smut addicts that are still with me, trudge onward! Feedback may be sent to mamymac@juno.com. Flames may be sent to eatmyshorts@upyours.com. Does your mother know you're reading this? :) xxxxxxxxxxxx "You're going to fall, Scully." "I am not." "Look, just give me the angel and I'll...SCULLY!" Perched precariously atop one of her kitchen chairs, Dana Scully was leaning over the 6 foot tall behemoth that was her Christmas tree. The large green conifer dwarfed her 5'2 frame, but she was insistent on putting the angel on the top. Now she was losing her balance. Fox Mulder crossed the room in two long strides just in time to slide two long fingers through the middle belt loop of her jeans. She steadied, but then overcompensated tumbling backwards into the circle of Mulder's arms as they both landed on her hardwood floor. WHUMP. She felt him shaking behind her and was suddenly very afraid she'd hurt her partner in the fall. She turned around starting to look for broken bones until she saw his face. He was grinning widely, stifling a laugh. She couldn't help it, she began to giggle herself, but not without smacking him resoundly on the chest. "HEY!" "Laugh it up fuzzball," she growled, "You could've hurt yourself." "Oh, so I was supposed to let you fall and bust your head open." She shot him a "Scully look" and he stopped talking. He dimly thought they should teach that look at the FBI Academy, that look could stop a perp dead in his tracks. He smiled sheepishly at her and moved to stand up and took the angel from her hand. He started for the tree but she grabbed his hand. "No, Mulder I want to do it." He sighed heavily, frustration working its way onto his face. "OK Scully, here take the angel. Now then, I'm going to lift you up there. But be quick about it." She shot him another look but moved in front of him. He lifted her up and she placed the angel on the top limb of the tree. He started to pull her back down, when the angel flopped over to the left. "Damn!" "Mulder, put me down, I'll just get back on the chair." "I've seen one too many balancing acts from you already today. Let me...here," he let her down, "Come over here and I'll lift you up there again." He picked her small frame up and she pushed the angel back into place. "There, perfect. You can let me down now Mulder." Mulder took a step back from the tree, so he didn't drop her in the middle of it. Just as he did, one of his huge feet hit the empty box behind him that had contained her Christmas ornaments. He stumbled, twisted around and fell flat on his ass, Scully lying on top of him once again. "You really want me to fall for you, huh, Mulder?" she said between fits of giggles. He groaned behind her and she turned to look at him. A crimson line marred the top of his forehead where he'd caught it on the corner of her coffee table. He moaned as he pulled his hand away from the cut. "MULDER! Are you alright?" She helped him up onto the couch. "Stay put, let me go get the antiseptic." "Better get some ibuprofen too, Scully," he groaned. XxX Scully was keeping a close eye on him. She was worried he might have a concussion. He wasn't showing any outward signs. He wasn't nauseous, in fact, he'd inhaled the chicken and rice she'd made for him. They'd settled onto the couch to watch the Charlie Brown Christmas special. He was sprawled, Mulder style, across her couch. Both arms over the back, feet propped up on the coffee table. She reminded herself she was allowing this because he'd hurt himself. She had scooted to the other corner of the couch with her feet tucked up under her. As he intently stared at the television, she allowed herself a good long look. They'd been working together for over four years now. She revelled in times like these because they so seldom got to see each other relaxed. They were always chasing some mutant or government ne'er do well. The times when they actually got downtime where precious. She smiled as she watched him chewing on his lower lip. He always did that when he was thinking. She wondered what wacky theory he was bouncing around in his head now. Knowing Mulder, he was about to tell her Santa Claus was an alien. She chuckled to herself, but got his attention. He turned and smiled at her. She loved to see him smile. He so rarely did that, but today she'd gotten at least a dozen smiles. He looked like such a little boy now. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she reminded herself that little boys were rarely that sexy. She stood up and ruffled his hair. "You want some popcorn, Mulder?" He nodded vigorously as she went into the kitchen. He studied her as she moved about looking for a bag of microwave popcorn in her pantry. Mulder loved spending time with Scully like this. She smiled more and touched him more. He liked that. He was aware they had feelings for one another, but the job kept them from exploring those feelings. But at times like these, the walls came down just enough to show they were there. Before he was even aware of what he was doing he got up from the couch and wandered into the kitchen. She was now searching her cabinets for the elusive bag of popcorn. He walked up behind her, placing his large hands on either side of the counter trapping her against it. "Mulder, what are you doing?" "You look like you could use some help in here," he said his lips a little too close to her ear. He noted the shiver his proximity caused. "Haven't you learned how much trouble helping me as gotten you into already today, Mulder?" "Yeah, but I like trouble." He saw the bag on one of the shelves she couldn't quite reach. He snaked one of his long arms up and got one finger on it. In his attempt to pull it to him, he merely knocked it free and it came tumbling out and hit Scully square in the nose. "Hey!" She whirled around laughing and tried to push past him but he pinned her back into place. "Mulder," she breathed, suddenly serious. "What Scully?" He moved his face closer to hers, feeling her ragged breath on his face. "I thought you wanted popcorn." "I've changed my mind," he said placing a small kiss just below her ear, "I want something else now." He smiled when he heard a shuttery sigh escape her lips. He moved his head so his face so it was just centimeters from her slim nose. Her eyes were locked on his. He noted he'd never seen her this way before. Her eyes always spoke of challenge when he invaded her personal space. But tonight, it was something different. What he saw was desire mixed with a little fear. His jeans suddenly felt really tight. "What is it you want now?" she asked, her voice a ragged whisper. "Have I told you what my Christmas wish is Scully?" "No..." He took her hand and led her over by the tree. He turned to face her again, cupping her chin in his palm. He kissed her forehead and pulled her into his arms tightly. She felt drugged. There was no way she should be allowing this. But there was something magical about that day. He'd showed up to help her with the tree and they'd had so much fun decorating, except for the struggle with the stupid angel. A little voice in her head nagged her to give in, to let go of her professional demeanor with this person she cared about so much. He smiled as he felt her tiny arms circle his waist. He wanted her to want this as badly as he did. She buried her head in his chest. He guided a finger to her chin and forced her to look at him again. "Don't you want to know?" He asked. "Yes," she said shyly. "I've always wanted to make love under a Christmas tree, Scully. Something about the scent of the pine and the lights...I mean I never pictured myself much of a romantic, but I have indulged myself that one romantic thought. But I don't want to just make love to just anyone under the tree. You see, I want Santa to bring me the woman I love so I can make love to her under the tree." Mulder was proud of how his little seduction was going. He'd actually managed to get her weak in the knees back in the kitchen and he'd had her complete attention while he told her what he wanted for Christmas. He fully expected her to swoon, but she didn't. His mind reminded him that simply wasn't Scully's style. Scully smiled at him. She leaned forward and took his earlobe between her lips and sucked on it slightly, smiling again as she heard him gasp. "That's a really sweet wish, Mulder. I'm surprised actually. I didn't know you had it in you, but then you never cease to amaze me." She moved her head down and placed a warm, wet kiss on his Adam's apple. She felt it bob under her lips at the electric contact. "So Scully," he squeaked, trying to regain control of the situation, "Why don't you tell me what your Christmas wish is?" "My wish?" She cocked her head back and looked at him, a delicate eyebrow arching skyward. "Actually, Mulder, it's not much different than yours. The idea of slowly taking off my lover's clothes and watching the colored lights play over his skin...it's very erotic don't you think?" She smiled as she heard him moan. His hands had begun to trace patterns over her back and she could tell he was desperately fighting the urge to grind his bulging erection into her. "Mulder?" He swallowed loudly. "Uh, yeah Scully, erotic..." She traced a finger over his lips, then let it dip down to the open collar of his shirt. She drew small circles over the exposed skin there, flirting with the top button but not opening it. "And I agree with you totally about the scent of pine, Mulder. I've always wondered what it would smell like combined with the white hot smell of sex." She smiled wickedly as he finally gave into his urge to grind against her. She was more than aroused but she was glad she was taking him to that place as well. He slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her roughly. Breaking the kiss he growled, "Have you been a good girl this year Dana?" "I think so," she purred, "What about you, Fox?" "Yeah, but now I want to be naughty. What do you say we play Santa Claus for one another," he kissed her again, but she pulled away. She looked a little scared and then buried her head in his chest. "What...Scully...what's wrong?" Her voice sounded almost childlike, "Your wish...was for the woman you loved..." He saw the tears welling in her eyes and wondered how she could be so dense. "Scully, Dana," he pulled her face up to look at his, "*you* are the woman I love." He bent down and gave her a gentle kiss. "My wish, my fantasy is to make love to you under this tree that almost killed me this afternoon." She laughed and pulled him down to the floor. His knees were resting on either side of her hips and his hands were on either side of her head. She was tracing his face with her finger again. She watched his face as his eyes slipped shut and his tongue snaked out and wet his full bottom lip. She really loved his face. She really loved him. "I love you, Mulder." Tears fell from his eyes now and she caught one with her finger and brought it to her lips, savoring the salty taste. He moved to kiss her and she leaned up and met him, taking his bottom lip between hers and sucking on it. "Oh God, Scully." "Make love to me Mulder, make both of our wishes come true." Mulder couldn't remember how long he'd wanted to hear her say just those words. He sat up and began to unbutton her blouse, revealing the pale pink silk bra underneath. He took a sharp breath. She leaned up to help him push the shirt off her shoulders and began to work on the buttons of his shirt. He quickly tossed his shirt aside and unclasped her bra. He softly pulled the flimsy garment off of her. All he could do was stare. "God, Scully you're so beautiful." She leaned forward and kissed him roughly, not pleased with his inactivity. He broke their kiss and moved his head to one pink nipple. He sucked lightly at the hardened tip, drawing a moan from her. His hands traveled to the waistband of her pants. Hooking his thumb into the elastic of the leggings, he quickly pulled them down and off. He moved for her panties but she stopped him. "No fair, Mulder. You have on more clothes than I do." She pushed him up and then over onto his back. Her small hands quickly popped open the button to his jeans and slid the zipper down. He gasped when he felt her hand stroke him through the cotton of his boxers. He lifted his hips to help her slide the denim from his body. He sat up and pulled her back into his embrace. They kissed for a long moment until Scully began to pinch his nipples. "Unhhh...God Scully." Mulder returned the favor and her eyes slipped shut and her head fell back. He kissed his way to the base of her throat, his hands teasing her breasts. She cried out, "Mulder, please." She felt his mouth descend over her aching nipples again and she sighed. His hands trailed down to her waist and thighs. He was drawing lazy circles on her inner thigh, matching the rhythm of his swirling tongue. He slowly moved his hands up, fingers playing at the inside of the elastic band to her panties. "Do you want me to take them off, Scully?" "Yes...oh God...yes Mulder, please." She lifted her hips and he slid the lace off slowly, moving himself down her body as he pulled off her undergarment. He peppered her abdomen with butterfly kisses. Then moved to kiss the insides of her thighs. "Do you have any other Christmas wishes, Scully?" Coherent thought had abandoned her when he moved down her body and began kissing her thighs. She laced her fingers through his hair and tried to pull his face to her burning need. He smiled and resisted. "Uh, uh, Scully. Tell me what you want." He began to stroke her with one long finger. "I...want you to..." she gasped, hardly able to speak. "Is this what you want?" he said, dipping his tongue into her heat, teasing the hard bundle of nerves at her opening. "MULDER! Oh God, yes." He moved his head lower, using his hands to completely open her to him. He circled her clitoris with his tongue. She moved her hips closer to his face wanting further, deeper contact. He licked and sucked as her hips began to buck. His erection was becoming more and more painful with each of her moans and pleas. Her shuddering orgasm almost sent him over the edge. He pulled her into his arms as her breathing quieted. He was desperately trying to ignore his own need when she reached out to stroke him. "Scully, you're going to kill me," he croaked. She smiled and kissed him, pulling him back down to the floor on top of her. "Why don't we try that again, Mulder, but together this time,"she said winking at him. He eyed the hardwood floor beneath them and knew that was a bad idea. He kissed her quickly and got up. Shock crossed her features until she realized his intentions. He returned from the couch and dropped three cushions to the floor. "Wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable," he smirked and she laughed at him. He carefully arranged the cushions and then lifted her onto them. He looked deep into her eyes as she lie beneath him and he was consumed by his desire and love for her, his Scully. "God, I love you so much." "I love you too, but if you don't hurry up and get busy I'm going to shoot you again." "Yes Ma'am." He kissed her. His fingers parted her and he stroked her slowly again. She was unbelievably wet and ready for him. He positioned himself to enter her and slid in with one languid stroke. They both sighed heavily. He moved within her, feeling drunk with her silky heat. She grabbed his ass and forced him in deeper, both of them crying out. His slow, deliberate strokes quickly gave way to urgent thrusts. "God, Scully you feel so good." She felt her inner walls begin to tense as he increased the pressure. She'd never felt this safe and this loved. She breathed in deeply taking in his scent mingled with the pine of the tree and she began to shudder. She felt something hit the floor behind her but it didn't hold her attention long. His thrusts pushed her over the edge as she milked his length. She screamed his name and then he growled releasing into her then collapsing atop her body. He rolled over to his side and they lie in a tight embrace, kissing passionately until they succumbed to the deep recesses of sleep. XxX Scully stirred and slowly woke up. She briefly wondered what she was doing on the floor until she felt a strong arm tighten around her. She rolled over and kissed his face. She moved her head over his shoulder and stared into the face of the angel they'd worked so hard to get on the top of the tree. She began to giggle, dimly wondering if she'd be here in a naked pile with Fox Mulder if it weren't for that silly angel. Mulder jerked up, a crooked grin crossing his face. "What's so funny?" She pushed him and he rolled over to see the fallen angel. "Oh brother. That thing just won't stop falling will it?" Scully pulled his face back to hers and kissed him. "Just like I won't stop falling for you." XxX Merry Freakin' Christmas and Happy Cheesy Endings The End