From: cshuy@earthlink.net
Date: Fri, 31 Dec 1999 18:15:13 -0800
Subject: The Wish Bone: "Giving Thanks"
Source: xff


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Rating: NC-17!, MSR, Story, First in a Series
Spoilers:  None, really... sap alert, though.  Full sap ahead!
Summary:  What if two people wished for the same thing?

Note:  This story was written in response to Heathers' smut challenge.

The Wishbone I :  Giving Thanks
by Christina Shuy
(cshuy@earthlink.net)

     Fox Mulder was looking in the mirror when he realised that he was
happier than he ever could have imagined.  He was in the company of a
gorgeous woman, his work was fulfilling, and, hell, even his basketball
team was doing well.  Upon realising this, he grinned at himself in the
mirror for a solid five minutes before finally thinking he looked extremely
silly doing so and that he wanted to be back in the company of the
aforementioned beautiful woman.
     When Mulder returned to the living room of Dana Scully's apartment,
she was nowhere to be seen.
     "Scully?" 
     He called out to her, trying to figure out where she would have gone
off to considering she had told him she would not be moving from where he
had last seen her, and he had last seen her seated on the sofa watching a
muted CNN Headline News.  The news was still playing, scores scrolling
along the bottom of the screen, but Dana Scully was nowhere to be seen.
     "In here, Mulder!  I'm in the kitchen!" Scully's voice called, and
there was the sound of kitchen cabinet doors closing.
     Mulder walked into the kitchen to see his partner cleaning up the
leftover turkey they had brought back with them from the dinner at Margaret
Scully's.  She had disposable storage containers along side the containers
of food she had brought back from her mother's.  The leftovers were being
divided into single servings and there was enough for at least a few days
worth.
     "Would you like some of this leftover food, Mulder?" Dana asked,
snapping the lids on the disposable food containers that held single
servings. "You looked so disappointed when you were too full to eat any
 more."
     "Sure, Scully.  Your mother really out did herself this time.  I don't
think I've eaten so well since I was a kid at Thanksgiving.  Except for
last year at your mother's of course.  I'm really glad I seem to have been
invited into your family.  After all, according to you, your brothers even
treat me as a member of the family, though your older brother apparently
still doesn't like me."
     "Bill hardly likes anyone in the family.  He's always had the attitude
that since he's the eldest, he has to be an asshole.  I think Father McCuen
approves of you, though.  He asked me about you this evening." Dana smiled.
     Mulder blanched, then began turning an amusing shade of crimson. "Oh,
God.  Dana, is this going to get embarrassing?"
     "That's exactly what I asked him tonight, and he said that it
wouldn't, and it didn't.  He just wanted to know if you made me happy, and
I told him that you did and-oh my God... She didn't!"
     "Didn't what?" Mulder was confused by his partner's sudden change in
demeanor.
     "She did!" Dana nearly squealed.
     "Hey, no doing that unless we're in bed." He grinned at her.
     "Wait till you see this!  My brother got it last year, remember?"
     It was then that Scully held up what remained.  It was clean and put
in a small plastic bag.  And it was still in one piece.  Margaret Scully
had an interesting sense of humour.
     "What are you going to do with that?" Mulder inquired, even as Dana
set it down on the table and went about setting dirty dishes in the sink to
be washed later.
     "I don't know.  My brothers always got this when they were younger,
and then they'd get into a fight over who would get to wish on it and why
the other one always cheated.  Neither of them actually cheated, though.
Usually, the thing would just break unevenly."
     "Oh... Bone of contention, hmm?" Mulder grinned and, after rolling her
eyes at him, Dana joined in.
      It was then that she brushed up against him.
     "I see I'm not the only one with a bone of contention." She smiled.
     "Well, considering what you promised me on the way back from your
mother's..." Mulder leaned in and whispered a kiss on her cheek.
     She brushed closer against him and wrapped her arms around his neck,
pulling him closer to her.
     "Good things come to those who wait, Mulder..." She murmured into his
ear before leaning back slightly and then kissing him.
     All things considered, it was NOT a light kiss.  Their lips danced
together, mouths varying intensity and pressure, and when, at last, they
drew apart, the sigh was shared.
     "So what do you want to do with this wishbone thing?" Mulder asked.
     "Break it and see who gets the bigger half and thereby gets their
 wish."
     "I'm game if you are."
     Slipping her arms from around his neck, she picked up what her mother
had sent home with her and slipped it carefully from the plastic bag it had
been stored in.
    "Okay, Mulder, are you ready for this?"
    "Yeah.  My mother told me about this thing, but she and my father
always managed to cut through it before either Sam or I got it.  So I've
never done anything like this either."
    "I guess this means we're both virgins at this then."
    "Oh, I guess you could say that." Mulder grinned brighter.
    She held out his end of the bone and he took it, almost gingerly, by
two fingers.
    "How does this work again?"
    "Pull and wish at the same time.  When it breaks, we'll see who gets
their wish by who has the larger piece." Dana was smiling.
    The shared look on both their faces was one of child-like wonder and
wishing.
    At the same time, they started pulling at the two ends of the wishbone,
and both had closed their eyes from the effort before the snap was finally
heard and felt between them.
    They looked finally, and both of them blinked.  The bone itself had
snapped cleanly and evenly... into perfect halves.
     "I don't know who gets their wish, but I know of one promise in
particular I certainly intend on keeping." Scully said, wrapping her arms
and then her legs around Mulder's waist.
     "Oooh, Scully, are you coming onto me?"
     "You bet your wishbone I am." Her eyes sparkled, and Mulder walked
them from kitchen, through the living room into the bedroom where they had
shared her bed on and off for the last couple of months.  That is, when
they weren't out on cases, or over at *his* apartment sharing HIS bed, or
even the odd, random, romantic single hotel room as weekend retreats.
     Once they were in her bedroom, Mulder set her gently down onto the
bed.  His fingers had already found their way to the buttons of the
chambray button down shirt she had worn to the Thanksgiving dinner at her
mother's. He was slowly unfastening them, and allowing his long, slim
fingers to wander over every inch of her skin exposed by the shirt,
immediately followed by his warm, male lips.
     Dana Scully did what any typical, heterosexual female would do under
such conditions: she moaned and felt the intense shudder pass through her
body as it began to tingle with sensations she had longed to feel all
throughout the dinner at her mother's.  Fox Mulder was many things, but
dull in the bedroom was certainly not one of them.
     "Oooh, Mulder," she gasped as he peeled off her shirt and her bra in
one smooth motion, while his mouth securely attached itself to her left
nipple and was suckling and licking as though she were good enough to eat.
     Dana Scully's hands were not idle either.  In a freak coincidence,
they had both worn a blue shirt and jeans, though her shirt was actually a
shirt, while his was actually more of a sweater with the lines of a
t-shirt.  And he looked damned sexy in it besides.  Her hands were headed
into the waistband of his jeans when he chose that particular moment to
latch his mouth onto the other of her nipples and suckle gently.  She
moaned, moving her hands from his waist to tangle fingers in his hair.
     "Ohhhh, Mulder... like that... yeah..." she moaned out.
     Briefly, he let go of her nipple to move up to her ear, kissing and
nibbling on his ascent towards her face and ears.
     "Scully... I want you to know..." Mulder's throat constricted, and he
found himself unable to speak, but wanting to look deep into Dana Scully's
eyes.
     When her eyes met his, the message was received, loud and clear.  I
Love You.
     "I know, Mulder.  I know.  Now stop talking and make love to me
already.  I've been wanting you all damned day." She murmured.
     "I aim to please, Miss Scully." Mulder drawled, in one of the worst
Southern Accents Dana Scully had ever heard.
     Before she could react to that, however, Mulder picked that moment to
slip a finger inside her and resume his suckling at her breasts.  She
writhed under him, arching her back and gasping his name, even as he
continued to caress her.
     Scully's hands moved up and down Mulder's back, stroking the bare skin
at the same time her arms pulled him ever closer to her.
     "Mulder... *NOW!*" She gasped, even as she felt him gently probing her
with his fingers.
     "Hmmm?" Mulder continued to blissfully nuzzle at her breasts, reveling
in the very fact of being with her in the most intimate way possible.
     "Inside.  NOW." She moaned, even as he touched a particularly
sensitive area and she cried out, feeling 'all a-tingle'. Instead of being
mildly sarcastic this time around, she was tingling so much that it
threatened to burst forth from her in ways she had never thought possible,
including turning her into a brilliant flash of light.
     He positioned himself just right and looked into her eyes.  The
emotion he saw in Dana Scully's eyes made him feel as though he wanted to
sing from the hilltops, burst into tears, and hold her so tightly to him
that he couldn't tell where she ended and he began.  He could already feel
the tears gathering at his eyes and his heart filled with joy even more
when he felt her fingers brush away what tears had started falling.
     "Mulder..." Scully whispered, softly.  "I do love you, you know."
     He gave her his brightest watery smile and then leaned close to kiss
her tenderly.  The caress of his lips upon hers was warm and loving, and
she could feel his emotions just as he could feel hers.
     In response, she arched her back, allowing for full contact with him
as well as causing him to slip into her, and there was a shared moan
between them.
     Being as one in every way possible was the best they had ever known.
Once Mulder was fully inside her, he paused, allowing them to revel in the
sensations that were familiar, yet new every time they had come together in
this way.  And they hadn't even made love all that often.  Most of the
times there had been bed sharing, , they had simply shared the bed in each
other's arms while both slept as peacefully as they knew.  Which only made
the times they DID make love in the traditional sense all the more special.
     As Mulder finally began to move within and on top of Scully, it seemed
his blood had turned to fire, and he found his control was sorely tested.
     Scully moaned loudly and began to move in counterpoint to him, her
hands exploring his back and his hair, occasionally leaving scratch marks.
     It could accurately be said that they were both too preoccupied in
trying to pleasure each other to pay attention to what their own bodies
were singing quite loudly.
     Which is why when events climaxed, it caught them both totally by
surprise.
     Shared orgasms may have been cliche, but Fox Mulder and Dana Scully
were fairly close to that.  Mulder had used every trick from every book he
had read to control himself, but, in the end, it didn't matter at all.  He
had felt when her orgasm had started, and then felt the fine line of
control snap for him.
     He thrust hard into her a few more times before his orgasm claimed him
and he buried his face in her shoulder.
     They lay there in a sweaty, tangled heap for a few minutes before
either of them moved at all.
     "Oh... god... that definitely hit the spot." Scully sighed, laughing
 lightly.
     "Your g-spot, G-Woman?" Mulder mumbled into her neck.
     "Yeah, most definitely that." She giggled again, moving so that they
lay more or less side by side but still in a sweaty embrace.
     As he settled her into his arms, Mulder stroked Scully's hair and
whispered a kiss to the top of her head.
     "Mulder?"
     "Yeah?"
     "If I may ask, what did you wish for when we were going to pull on the
wishbone?"
     "That we'd find a way to spend this weekend and all the rest of our
working days and holidays together and be, if not completely and totally
happy, at least content and satisfied.  And to be able to make love with
you as long as we both shall live, whether we're publicly committed or not,
though I'd like to eventually make this public.  Too sappy?"
     Dana paused for a moment, amazed to find herself only a little
surprised at what he'd told her.  At the same time, she was also very
touched by what he'd said.
     "Dana?" Mulder nuzzled her neck, and she sighed, smiling.
     "I was just finding this whole situation really funny."
     "Funny?!" Mulder sounded a touch injured.
     She turned around to face him, kissing him lightly as reassurance.
     "Funny.  I wished for the exact same thing!"
     "It's no wonder that damned thing split in half!  It was confused!"
     "Must be an X-File."
     They looked at each other for a split second before they both were
giggling like children.
     "You are not writing this up for work, Mulder."
     "Of course not.  I do, though, like the fact that we're thinking along
the same lines."
     "Speaking of thinking along the same lines, Mulder, let's get some
sleep.  After all, you did promise me that if I carried through on my
promise to you that you'd help me Christmas shop tomorrow."
     "That I did.  And I need to do some holiday shopping of my own.  You
think Skinner would like a Tickle Me Elmo doll?  Or maybe some Pokemon
 cards?"

     The End.

"The Truth is Out There" "Trust No One" - The X-Files
Pursuing BS-Electrical Engineering-In limbo until 2000... MY Y2K problem.
San Jose bound-Need money, work and living space!!!!!
"Have you ever entertained the thought of trying to find life on *this*
planet?" "I've seen the life on this planet, Scully.  That is exactly why
I'm looking elsewhere."-Agents Mulder and Scully "The Unnatural"-The
X-Files Season 6