Title:       Tricks and Treats
Author:      Lovesfox
E-mail:      lovesfox@rogers.com
Website:     www.geocities.com/fanficcorner
Category:    Story, MSR (Smut)
Rating:      PG-13 to NC-17

Summary:     Halloween 2002

Disclaimer:  Mulder, Scully and William do not belong to me.  They
             belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions.  I make
             no profit.

Thanks:      As always, to Nancy and Mortis

Note:        This story is part of The Eyes of a Child universe, but
             can be read alone.  Just know that Mulder and Scully are
             a couple, and William is their son.


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Tricks and Treats
by Lovesfox
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Part 1

Wee Ones Daycare
October 31, 2002
11:30 AM


Scully stood on tiptoe, craning her neck, trying to spot Mulder and
William in the large crowd of milling parents and costumed toddlers.
She had to sidestep a giggling little fireman who had tried to dart
between her legs, and doing so brought Mulder into her view.

He had William, dressed in the pumpkin costume her mother had made,
tucked high in one arm, and the two of them were feasting on what 
looked like ghost-shaped cookies.

Smiling to herself, Scully carefully made her way through the room, 
hoping to sneak up on her two men.  It ended up being quite easy to
do, as Mulder had turned to the side to show William a carved 
pumpkin sitting on a table, their cookies finished.  He was now
thoroughly engrossed in a discussion with their son.

"...the tradition of the jack-o'-lantern," she heard.  "Because 
the Irish immigrants could find very few turnips, they adopted the 
pumpkin instead."  Lifting his free hand, Mulder tugged on a handful
of orange fleece over their son's middle.  "They also brought the 
customs of wearing costumes, and of causing mischief."

"Kin!" William squealed -- his version of pumpkin.  He bounced in 
Mulder's arms, leaning forward in an attempt to touch the bright 
orange gourd with its grinning face.  "Me kin!"

"No, that's not your pumpkin, Will," Mulder told him in an easy tone,
leaning over enough to let William's small hand graze the rounded 
surface of the pumpkin.  "Your pumpkin is at home."

Her smile widening, Scully closed in on Mulder and William, snuggling
up to Mulder's free side.  "Hey," she said softly.  The look of
pleasure that transformed his features as he met her gaze brought a 
blush to her cheeks and had her ducking her head shyly.

He darted in and kissed her temple before shifting their son to his
other arm so that William could also kiss her, a sloppy and wet kiss
she treasured.  "Hey back," Mulder murmured.

Arching her eyebrow, she said, "What's this I overheard about 
mischief?"

Mulder grinned at her and then stepped to one side to fetch another
cookie for William, who grabbed it eagerly with a happy, "Pease!"  
After ensuring their son had his cookie firmly in grasp, Mulder met 
her gaze once more.  "Just teaching William some Halloween lore, 
Scully."  

The cookie was shoved at his mouth then -- William was learning to 
share -- and he paused to take a bite, telling their son, "Thank-you,
buddy."  After wiping the crumbs from his lips, he resumed their
conversation, his eyes alight with humor.

"Did you know the Celts believed that on October 31, all persons who
had died in the previous year assembled to choose the body of the 
person or animal they would inhabit for the next twelve months before 
they could peacefully pass into the afterlife?" he asked.

She remembered reading that once, but wanted to hear what else Mulder 
had learned, however he had done so, and gestured for him to continue, 
a small smile curving her lips.  A sign of her loving amusement.

He did, with enthusiasm.  "In order to frighten roving souls, Celtic
family members dressed themselves as demons and witches, and paraded
inside and outside their homes, being as noisy and destructive as 
possible.  They then clamored down the street to a bonfire outside of
town, where a villager who had been deemed by appearance and mannerism
to be already possessed would be sacrificed in the fire as a lesson to
other spirits."

"Possession and sacrifice," she commented, her smile widening.  "Why
am I not surprised you would know the Halloween lore regarding those
two topics?"

He leaned into her, careful of William and his cookie crumb-covered
hands and face, and whispered with a silky inference that brought new 
heat to her face,  "Wanna perform a ritual with me tonight, Scully?"

Clearing her throat and doing her best to ignore the pulse fluttering
wildly in her neck, she replied, "Maybe tonight after the Daycare 
Halloween Party you and I are attending."  At the pathetically forlorn 
look he gave her, she grinned evilly and said, "That reminds me.  Don't 
forget to pick-up our rental costumes up by 4:30."

Mulder sighed dramatically.  "Yes, dear."  

***

Part 2

Mulder/Scully Residence
October 31, 2002
6:30 PM


"Mulder!!!"  Scully's voice yelled –- loudly –- from upstairs, and 
Mulder cringed.  She had found her costume.

Patting the startled Will on the head, he whispered, "It's all right, 
buddy.  Mommy's not mad, really."  Surely such small fibs weren't 
damaging to his son's psyche just yet.  Picking Will up and depositing
him in the playpen that also held enough toys to entertain five 
children, he then said, "Be right back, buddy."

Taking the stairs two at a time, he hustled into their bedroom.  "Yes, 
dear?" he called out as he entered, to find Scully standing with her 
hands on her hips, staring at the costume he had laid out on the bed.  
Tension sang in every line of her body.

She didn't turn around, and her voice was tight when she said, "This 
is not the costume I had on reserve, Mulder."

"Uhhhh..." Mulder began, rubbing his hand nervously over his chin.  
Carefully maintaining his distance -- she was still wearing her heels.  
"About those costumes-"

Now she spun around, and he almost wished she hadn't.  "What about 
them, Mulder?  What about the Romeo and Juliet costumes I had put on 
hold for us over two months ago?"

The proprietor of The Little Shop of Horrors Costume Emporium had 
dutifully retrieved the Romeo and Juliet costumes from the back when
Mulder had presented his claim.  And he had dutifully returned them 
to the rental racks once Mulder had gotten a good look at his.  There 
was no way in hell he was wearing a pair of velvet tights, regardless 
of the immense love he felt for Scully.

"Well?" she snapped, arms now crossed over her chest, and one foot
poised to tap.  "Let's hear it, Mulder.  Why isn't this the Juliet 
costume I had picked?"

The frown and the drawn-down eyebrows were a deterrent, that was for
certain, but he'd made risky moves before and survived.  Sidling 
closer, a placating smile on his lips, he reached out to slowly stroke 
his index finger along her bicep, hiding his elation when she shivered 
slightly.  Recalling that honesty helped on occasion, he admitted, 
"Scully, I'm sorry, baby, but I just couldn't wear those velvet tights."

Scully chuffed out a laugh, body relaxing all at once.  She shook her
head, trying to maintain her glare and failing miserably.  "They weren't
that bad, Mulder."  Stepping closer, her voice dropped to that husky
growl that had turned him to putty on many occasion.  "And I think you
would have looked sexy as hell in them."

"Precisely my thought when I picked out your costume," he told her, 
waggling his eyebrows.  Grabbing her hand, he deftly spun her around 
to face the bed, stepping into her so that her backside lay flush
against his front.  His arms wrapped around her waist, and he let his
chin come to rest on her shoulder.  "Admit it, Scully, you're going
to look hot in that."

***

Part 3

Wee Ones Daycare Parents Party
October 31, 2002
9:50 PM


Her feet were sore, and the Lycra and vinyl of her costume had ceased
to be comfortable over an hour ago, but Scully knew they could not yet
make a graceful exit.  She'd already told Mulder that twice when he'd
asked if it was okay for them to leave yet.  Another half hour or so,
she told herself.

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that the corner behind her was clear, 
and casually backed up, hands outstretched behind her, feeling for the 
wall, intending to make some adjustments to her costume.

Only her fingers encountered something else.

Something that felt hard and warm and...male.  Just as she was about 
to spin around and apologize profusely to whomever she had unwittingly
groped, she heard Mulder's low voice murmur, "My utility belt is a 
little higher, Scully."

His next breath escaped in a satisfying 'ooof' when her elbow connected 
with his stomach.  "Watch it, Batboy," she told him.  "That wasn't very
nice of you to sneak up on me like that.  I thought I'd just assaulted
a fellow daycare parent."

She felt a rush of air, and then his cape was wrapped around her as he
enfolded her in his arms, pulling her backside snugly against his groin.
A perfect fit, he had told her with delight a few hours ago, thanks to
her surprise addition to the costume he had rented in Juliet's stead.

Said addition being thigh-high, three inch stiletto patent leather boots.  
Boots that emphasized the sleek and sensuous, body-hugging, black lycra 
bodysuit of her Catwoman costume.

Scully smiled to herself, knowing the term 'cat-like', while ironic
considering her garb, fit it to a 'T'.  She was recalling the wild look 
in Mulder's eyes when she had strode out of their walk-in closet clad in 
her costume and the boots.  The smile widened when she heard again in her 
mind his croaked and desperate, "Party's cancelled!"

"Relax, Catwoman," Mulder's next words pulled her from her pleasant
memories.  "You know mischief is a big part of Halloween," he continued,
the smirk evident in his voice.  "Later we're going to go out and teepee 
Kersh's house."  His teeth nipped at her neck then, the hard plastic nose 
of his face mask poking her in the cheek.  "And the name is Batman."

Her hands which had found his hips when he had covered her with his cape,
stroked down his thighs and up again, thumbs deliberately grazing his 
groin on both passes.  "Teepeeing houses?  That's the kind of mischief 
you're interested in, *Batman*?" she crooned.  Her rubbing stretch 
against him was purely feline, an apt movement considering her costume.

The little groan that escaped him was her reward, as was the jolt that 
went through his body, thrusting his utility belt and something else 
into her backside.  But he recovered quickly, leering, "Maybe I'll play 
with your..." he paused, one hand sliding across her abdomen, over her 
hip and around, "...tail..." he emphasized the word as he playfully 
tugged on the tail in question, "...and see if I can make my kitty-cat 
purr."

His voice -- husky and teasing, the words themselves, and the physical 
contact between their bodies all combined to send her set her heart 
racing and her arousal skyrocketing.

"We're out of here *now*, Mulder," Scully said with sudden and eager 
breathlessness, pulling away from him and grabbing his hand as she did, 
yanking him along with her.

***

Part 4

Parking Lot
October 31, 2002
10:05 PM


Scully had released his hand in order to exit the building, and her 
hurried strides placed her ahead of him by several steps.  Mulder held 
back, sauntering after her and relishing the opportunity to admire the 
rear view of her figure in her Catwoman costume.  Her cape lay draped 
over his arm where he had placed it after spying it laying forgotten 
on the back of her chair as they had made their way outside.

She glanced back then and impatiently tossed out, "Are you coming or 
not, Mulder?"

Several suggestive replies came to mind, and after a slight pause to
deliberate, he went with, "Where's the fire Scully?"

Her reply floated on the air, and seemed to hang in front of him, 
dazzling and bright like the stars, making him stumble, and stop in 
his tracks.  "It's in me, Mulder," she called out.  "I'm hot for you.
Better get your ass in gear."

She had just reached their truck by the time he remembered to start 
walking again.  He sped up, rounding the back end of the Jeep Cherokee 
to grab her upper arm and spin her around, pushing her backside up 
against the passenger door with enough force to wrench a small gasp 
from her, her cape fluttering to the ground.  Stepping into her hard, 
plastering their bodies together, he thrust the raging erection her 
words had elicited into her belly.  

Scully didn't seem to mind the rough treatment, for her hands had 
wrapped around his waist, palms flat on his back holding him to her.  
She was also thrusting her pelvis against him, rubbing herself on his 
cock.

Ripping his mask off and letting it fall to join her cape, he growled, 
"Scully," before covering her mouth with his.

Long, hot seconds passed, until he finally had to pull away, gasping 
for air, his breath steaming in the cool night.  "Get in the truck,
Scully," he panted.  

Eyes shining like blue fire through the holes of her half-mask, her 
lips a cherry red that matched the flush on her cheeks, she slid
her hands down to squeeze his ass.  "No," she husked.  "Right here."

"Jesus, Scully!" he exclaimed, and reflexively thrust into her again.
An illicit thrill had surged through him at her words, from the top 
of his head to the souls of his feet, after a brief stop at his cock, 
which was doing its damnedest to push its way through the Lycra of 
his costume.  Clumsily, he undid the clasp at his neck and shrugged
the cape off with a quick motion of his shoulders.  It too fell to 
lie on the ground with the other items.

Scully's hands were already busy at his utility belt, and a moment 
later he felt it drop away.  Then she was touching his hips, pushing 
him away.  "Pants off, Mulder," she ordered, and started on the belt 
at her own waist.

Despite the fog of urgency and arousal clouding his brain, he could
foresee a kink in their plans.  The logistics of hot sex against
their truck with her boots and her Lycra tights.

So he dropped to his knees.

Scully immediately gleaned his intentions and obligingly lifted her 
right foot, placing the toe of her boot carefully in his now extended 
left palm, mindful of her heel spike.  He deliberately brushed the 
knuckles of his right hand along her crotch as he brought it to the 
zipper tab high on her inner thigh, and her hips bucked.  

"Hurry, Mulder," she urged, and he complied, swiftly sliding the
zipper downwards and removing her boot.  Laying it aside, he turned
to begin on the other boot, but Scully stopped him by resting her
small foot on his thigh.  "Leave it."

His cock and his pulse leapt, and a shudder ran through his entire
body.  His fingers fumbled at the waistband of her tights in his 
haste to disrobe her.

With a husky laugh, Scully pushed his hands out of the way and took
over the task for him while he steadied her with his hands on her
calves, shimmying her hips as she dragged the Lycra tights along 
with the tiny scrap of her panties partway down.

Taking a deep breath, trying not to gasp for air, Mulder helped her
free her leg from her clothing, his hand encircling her ankle as he
brought it to rest on his leg once more.  He glanced up and was 
struck by her erotic beauty at that moment -- she was gazing at him 
hungrily, her teeth sunk into her bottom lip and cheeks flushed with
passion and excitement.  She also seemed to care little about the 
fact that she was half in and half out of her pants, with the material 
hanging down from her other leg.  He found both the knowledge and the 
sight itself mind-blowingly sexy. 

"Up, Mulder," she ordered next, and he obeyed.  Although he did grind 
his body along hers on the way up before taking one step back.  Her 
hands were already at the waistband of his bottoms -- he refused to 
refer to them as tights.  Together they worked the Lycra and his 
briefs down, easing the clothing over his erection, which bobbed 
upwards once freed from its confines.

And then his bare ass was exposed to the night, and anyone who might 
be about in the parking lot.

But he forgot about that, and the possibility of being charged with
indecency, when Scully's hot little hand wrapped around his cock and 
used it to tug him towards her once again.  "Help me out here, Mulder," 
she murmured, swiping her thumb over the head and making him shudder
with pleasure.

"Yes, dear," he croaked out, and bending his knees slightly, Mulder
cupped a hand under her right thigh and brought her leg up to rest 
just over his hip.  It brought them into closer contact once again, 
and he could feel her heat, her excitement.  Which further fueled 
his own.

Hissing a long, drawn-out, "Yesssss," Scully guided his cock to her,
and with a swivel of her hips and a push of his, he was gliding
inside.

His first few thrusts were tentative, experimental.  But her hands 
were everywhere -- squeezing his ass, scratching his back, sliding 
around to pinch his nipples -- and her hot mouth was at his neck,
his ear, whispering words that quickened his pace.

"Faster, Mulder.  Harder, Mulder."

With a growl, Mulder began to slam into her, their bodies making a 
rhythmic slapping noise.  It was good...so good...but he knew it 
could be better.  Planting his feet a little wider apart, he pushed 
deep, holding her in place against the truck, and then ducked his 
right shoulder to hook his hand under her left leg.  Yanking it up, 
he draped it over his hip.  His hands then slid to cup her ass, 
supporting her weight now that she had both legs wrapped around his 
waist.

"God, yes!" Scully moaned, her hands mimicking her legs by wrapping
around his neck.  She was rocking her hips, grinding herself against
him, her fingernails digging into his fabric-covered upper back.

There was a slight drawback to this position, in that he was limited
in the depth of his thrusts, but they were both too far gone to be
concerned.

Already he could feel the slight tremors in Scully's body, the ones
that signified the onset of her orgasm.  Both to intensify the feeling
for her and for his own gratification, he added a swivel to his hips.

Scully shivered and moaned again, her lower body moving in tiny,
convulsive jerks as her orgasm rolled through her, arms and legs and 
inner muscles squeezing him tighter and tighter.

Ducking his head into the place between her neck and shoulder, he bit 
down on her skin, muffling his shout of pleasure as his cock seemed to 
explode.

A few last uncontrollable thrusts, and he released her neck, lifting
his head weakly to meet her slumberous, glittering eyes.  They were
both sweaty and panting, their costumes no longer pristine.  "It was
worth the deposit," he panted, smiling crookedly.

She chuckled, and he felt the motion around his cock, sending little
aftershocks along his sensitized flesh and making him shudder.  Her
chuckle turned to a slight moan as she wiggled.  "This truck is cold
and very uncomfortable, Mulder."

Now that the glory rush had faded, Mulder's discomforts were making 
themselves known to him.  His ass was cold, his arms were trembling 
from holding most of Scully's weight, and he was shivering from the 
sweat drying on his body.  

There was some awkwardness as they disengaged, but they laughed 
through it, assisting each other back into their clothes and then
collecting the scattered pieces of their costumes.

"I have to admit, Scully," he said, once they were in the truck and
buckling their seatbelts, "I like your mischief."

Her smile was a flash of white in the semi-darkness.  "Tricks and
treats, Mulder.  Tricks and treats."

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THE END

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