Title: Home II - Giving Thanks

Author: Tess

E-mail: tnv099@aol.com

Distribution: Sure if you want it, but please let me know

Spoilers: Slight ones through Hungry

Rating: R - maybe

Content: MSR RST

Classification: V, R

Disclaimer: All characters are property of 1013 Productions, CC, DD, 

GA and Fox

Summary: It's time to give thanks for what they have



Author's notes: I was surprised at the lack of Thanksgiving themed 

fanfic so I decided to try on my own. This is a followup of sorts to 

my story Home. Thanks to all who wrote with such nice feedback. If you 

read Home, you know that Mulder found his way back to Scully without 

the actual events of Amor Fati having actually taken place. So I guess 

it's an alternate universe?





Title:  Home

By:  Tess





Monday, November 22, 1999



"When is your flight?"



Scully lifted her head from the report she was reading to study her 

partner.



"Flight?  What flight?" she asked. Confusion caused little wrinkles to 

form on her forehead.



"Aren't you going with your mom to California for the holiday?"



"Um, no...I kind of figured *we* were going to spend Thanksgiving 

together, but if you have other plans that's okay..." Scully was 

fighting to keep a outwardly calm expression on her face while inside, 

her stomach was jumping nervously. She had told her mother almost two 

weeks ago that she would not be joining her for the holiday this year. 

She and Mulder had only had one case assigned to them since his return 

and quite frankly, she wasn't completely thrilled with his level of 

recovery. He still tired easily although the headaches were becoming 

less and less frequent. And to be honest, she was still coping with the 

physical and emotional exhaustion that were a holdout from their 

enforced separation and her desperate scramble to find a cure for him.



Ever since he had come home and they had admitted their feelings for 

each other, they had spent not only all of their working hours together, 

but most of their off duty hours as well. Reluctant to be apart for any 

substantial length of time, they had taken to spending their nights 

together, snuggled under the blankets as fall gave way to winter, 

whispering in the dark of Scully's discoveries in Africa and Mulder's 

reaction to his exposure to the rubbing of the alien artifact. They had 

not yet made love, but Scully felt sure that it was only a matter of 

time. They had mutually (if silently) agreed to take things slow and 

ease their way into this new aspect of their relationship. But every 

night ended with passionate, exploring kisses and wandering hands and 

every morning began with tangled limbs and soft smiles as two battered 

souls slowly healed.



Scully had assumed that they would spend this holiday season together 

and had even gone so far as to stock her refrigerator with all the 

necessary ingredients for a home cooked Thanksgiving dinner. Perhaps 

she had been overly presumptuous...



"No, no, I don't have any plans other than to watch some football with 

the guys. Scully, you know there's no one I'd rather spend the day with 

than you, but don't you want to see your family?"



"No, Mulder. I'm tired. I'm sick of traveling. I just want to spend a 

nice, quiet holiday at home. With you."



Mulder grinned happily and nodded. "Me too."



Scully propped her chin in one hand and mentally reviewed the contents 

of her refrigerator. She had planned to go to the supermarket this 

evening on the way home to pick up the turkey. It would be easy enough 

to buy one slightly larger than she had originally planned.



"Well, there's no reason you shouldn't still catch the games with the 

guys. Why don't you all plan to be at my place around 4:00 p.m. on 

Thursday?"



Mulder's eyes widened. "All of us? You want me to bring the guys over 

to your place for Thanksgiving dinner?"



Scully nodded. "Sure, why not? Mulder, we would never have gotten 

through the last couple of months without them. The least we can do is 

share Thanksgiving with them, right? Unless they have other plans."



"Not that I know of," Mulder said. "But Thanksgiving dinner is a lot of 

work, won't you need some help?"



"From you?"



"Yeah! Who else did you have in mind?"



"Um, no offense Mulder, but I've seen you in a kitchen before. The best 

way you can help is by watching football. Believe me." Scully smiled 

affectionately at him.





Thursday, November 25, 1999

10:00 p.m.





Mulder and Scully were sprawled out on her sofa, sleepily watching the 

television, the victims of too much turkey, too much stuffing, too much 

Thanksgiving. Mulder clicked the television off and stumbled to his 

feet tugging Scully off the sofa.



"Mulder," she moaned. "I was just getting comfortable."



Mulder led her to the bedroom. "That sofa is not big enough for us 

tonight after that dinner," he smiled. Scully leaned her head drowsily 

on his chest, drifting off to sleep standing up. She stood docilely as 

he first stripped off her clothes and then his own before urging her 

under the covers. As he slid into the bed beside her, Scully sprawled 

across his chest, nuzzling the sparse hair tickling her cheek. The 

domesticity and normalcy of the day was exactly what they had both 

needed to recharge, regroup and recover.



Mulder rolled her onto her back and propped himself up on one elbow. 

He smoothed his thumb rhythmically over her cheekbone. "Well Frohike's 

always been in love with you," he smiled. "But after today, I'd have 

to say that all three of them are now officially in love with you!"



"You know what they say about the way to a man's heart," she laughed.



Mulder wrapped his arms around her and drew her close in a crushing 

embrace. He loosened his hold and eased her back onto the pillows, 

lowering his mouth to hers. His lips took hers hungrily and his hands 

roamed restlessly over her body.  Scully groaned and eagerly returned 

his kisses. When Mulder began to move away, she tightened her arms and 

legs around him.



"Make love with me," she whispered.



Mulder stared at her, seeking assurance and smiled at what he found. 

He slid his hands under her hips, buried his face in her neck and his 

body in hers. They rocked and thrust together, bodies straining to 

reach fulfillment until they shuddered and cried out, collapsing 

against each other.



Mulder rolled onto his back, dragging Scully with him. She lay draped 

over his body; both of them too exhausted to move any further. Mulder 

nestled his face against her breasts and slid into sleep. Scully 

dragged heavy eyes open. She tangled her fingers in his too short hair, 

cradling his head to her breasts. Resting her cheek against his head, 

she offered a brief prayer of thanks for this man's presence in her 

life. Closing her eyes with a little sigh, she followed him into a 

healing sleep.





The End



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