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Part 3
Megan's cooing began to stir me in the morning. It didn't take long for my brain to process that something was unusual about my pillow. Mulder's arm was wrapped around me again, but I wasn't on my side. It was just as I had feared the first night we slept together. I was almost lying on top of him with my head on his chest. When I tried to ease myself off of him he tightened his hold on me.
"Morning," he said, his voice still rough with sleep.
"Good morning, Mulder," I answered him.
"Did you get a little lonely last night?" he teased.
"No, I--, I don't--, I'm sorry," I sputtered and tried to move again, but he wouldn't let me.
"I only have one complaint about this situation," he informed me.
"Oh yeah, what's that?" I asked.
"You're not naked."
My heart skipped a beat and warmth immediately began to spread through me. It wasn't just his words, but the rich low tone of his voice as well. I didn't say anything, I couldn't; my voice had failed me.
"Can I ask you a question, Scully?" he continued.
"Sure," I answered through the frog in my throat.
"Um...well...I'm not sure how to ask you this but...you thought last night was okay, right?"
"Yes, Mulder, after we got over the initial awkwardness, it was fine. But I told you that already," I reassured him.
"Um..that's not where I was going. I just wondered if that... well, 'cause you liked it and I *really* liked it, does it...um, does it have to be a one-time thing?"
My heart started to pound furiously. He wanted more. I hoped my voice wouldn't betray how thrilled I was.
"I guess not," I answered.
"Really? I mean I don't want to pressure you into anything that you might be uncomfortable with, Scully."
"Last night was uncomfortable at first, Mulder, but then it was fine. Besides, we *are* married."
"Regular sex is supposed to be one of the benefits of marriage, but I didn't want to assume..." He let his voice trail off.
Regular sex! He wanted to have sex on a regular basis. I was practically on fire from wanting him then and there.
"I wasn't sure what you wanted," I told him honestly.
"I want this to be a real marriage, Scully. Right from the start I hoped that eventually this might happen, but I certainly didn't think that it would happen this fast."
So Mulder thought that eventually he would want a sexual relationship with me, but after last night he wanted one now. That was a good sign.
"Scully?" he asked after a few moments.
"Mmm hmm."
"I was wondering if maybe we could, well...I'd really like to--"
Megan chose this moment to decide that being patient wasn't working and she began to cry.
"Sorry, Mulder," I chuckled. "But it seems that it's not up to me."
He closed his eyes and groaned. He had pitched a pretty impressive tent.
"If we'd started right away..." I pointed out.
"That doesn't make me feel any better, Scully."
"Sorry, Mulder," I giggled and tried to leave the bed, but he was still holding me tightly.
"I'm assuming that we'll have plenty of time tonight?" His raspy voice sent shivers through me.
"Plenty," I nodded, my own voice sounding somewhat sultry.
"Good," he said hoarsely and then released his grip on me.
I pulled on my robe and went to get Megan. My legs felt like jelly. I was seeing a side of Mulder that I'd never seen before. A side that apparently wanted to have sex with me; *really* wanted to have sex with me. Tonight seemed like an eternity away.
I was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, having already fed Megan, when Mulder appeared in the kitchen freshly showered and shaved.
"Would you like some coffee?" I smiled up at him.
He didn't answer me, instead he walked over to me and dropped to his knees beside me.
"I'm sorry, Scully," he said softly.
"What for?" I asked in confusion.
"My behavior, I'm sorry I reacted like that." He hung his head.
"Mulder, you've lost me. I have no idea what you're talking about," I assured him.
"I went caveman on you, Scully," he explained.
"This morning?" I asked in amusement.
He nodded dejectedly.
Leaning closer to him, I lowered my voice. "You were aroused, Mulder. I wasn't offended in the least."
"I was sure you were going to hate me," he said rather shakily.
Apparently in his lust he hadn't noticed the affect of his behavior on me.
"Hardly, Mulder," I laughed. "So, do you want coffee or not?"
Even though I thought that the day would drag due to my anticipation of the evening's event, it still went by fairly quickly. I looked after all of the paperwork that Mulder had brought home while he played with Megan and Jordan. It was easy enough to fill out and I finished it quickly, especially since Mulder wasn't helping me.
After lunch Mulder cut the grass and I started on the mounds of laundry while the kids slept. Apparently the noise from the lawn mower wasn't enough to wake either of them.
Once Jordan and Megan were up Mulder offered to make dinner. I stayed in the living room and colored with Jordan while Megan played in her exer-saucer. After a while, mouth-watering aromas began to waft into the living room.
"Pizza!" Jordan exclaimed.
Mulder had often mentioned his pizza making prowess to me and he was finally putting his money where his mouth was. If the smells coming out of the kitchen were any indication, he hadn't been exaggerating.
Before long, Jordan had lost interest in coloring and went to the kitchen to help Mulder. Megan and I stayed and she watched me as I began to fold clothes. I wouldn't go so long without doing laundry again. I'd been used to doing it once a week. Now I was going to have to do it every other day, at least.
I only had one more basket to go when Mulder announced that supper was ready. He'd not only made pizza, but a salad to go with it. After I'd settled Megan into her high chair, I started to pull her towards me, so that I could feed her.
"I'll feed Megan," Mulder piped up. "You just enjoy your pizza."
"I don't mind--" I began.
"Scully, you always feed her and try to eat at the same time. When you cook, you want me to enjoy what you make, don't you?"
"Well, yes," I admitted.
"And I want you to enjoy what I made," he told me.
I couldn't say enough about Mulder's pizza. It was delicious. The crust was tender and he'd topped it with pepperoni, mushrooms and green peppers, just the way I like it. I was on my second piece when I noticed that Jordan kept squirming in his chair, glancing at Mulder and trying not to giggle, unsuccessfully. Mulder kept his expression serious and shook his head at Jordan.
"Okay, what's going on?" I asked.
"Nothing," Mulder said, his face the picture of innocence.
Jordan tried to wipe the grin off of his face.
"Do I have pizza sauce on my nose?" I asked, reaching for my napkin.
"No!" Jordan giggled.
"Then what is it? Spill, you two!"
Jordan looked to Mulder for permission and he gave it with a small nod of his head.
"It's supposed to be a surprise," Jordan whispered.
"What is?" I whispered back.
"I have to wait until after supper to tell you," he explained.
"Okay," I chuckled.
Even with all of his squirming, Jordan still managed to eat more pizza than me.
When I put my salad fork down, Jordan squealed, "She's done! She's done."
I had to laugh. "Okay, what's this surprise?"
"Ice cream!" Jordan clapped his hands.
"Ice cream?" I looked at Mulder. "When did you buy ice cream?"
"We're going out," Jordan informed me excitedly.
"Okay," I laughed again. "Let's get the kitchen cleaned up first, and then I'll get Megan's diaper bag ready to go."
"I'll clean up," Mulder offered.
"But you cooked," I argued.
"And I have absolutely no idea what to put in a diaper bag," he countered.
In fifteen minutes we were pulling out of the driveway. Mulder drove to a mini-mall that was about ten minutes away. In one corner sat a small establishment sporting a brightly colored sign that read "Willow Creek Dairy". Inside, it looked like an old-fashioned ice cream shop with large booths and stools along the counter. There was a short line ahead of us, lots of empty booths and I spied some high chairs in the corner.
"I'll go get a booth," I told Mulder.
"What do you want?" He turned to ask.
"Um..." I looked up at the menu. "A small strawberry frozen yogurt, please."
Mulder wrinkled up his nose. "Live a little, Scully."
"I like frozen yogurt," I informed him with a huff.
"Fine," he sighed. "What about Megan?"
"She's too young for ice cream, Mulder," I rolled my eyes.
"Even soft-serve?"
"Mulder!"
"Okay, sorry." He turned back to Jordan and they continued to look at the menu.
I found a booth in a corner and pulled a high chair over to it. I'd just finished organizing Megan and giving her some toys when Mulder and Jordan appeared with the ice cream.
Mulder had a cone that looked like French vanilla with cherry swirled through it and Jordan had a sundae with chocolate sauce and sprinkles. Mulder slid in beside me and Jordan sat opposite us.
"Mmm," I said when I had my first spoonful.
Mulder snorted.
"What?" I shot him a look.
"I bet the air in my mouth tastes better than that," he chuckled, looking at me sideways.
"I doubt it," I contradicted.
I was attempting to have another spoonful of yogurt when I felt Mulder's hand in my hair.
"Find out for yourself." He was pulling me towards him, his mouth descending onto mine.
Our tongues met and caressed each other as they had at the wedding. His tongue was gentle yet insistent as he delved into my mouth. Megan's rattle hitting the floor made me pull back.
"Cherry cheesecake," I noted. "Not bad."
"The yogurt wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," he admitted.
The yogurt that had been on my spoon had dripped off onto the table. I wiped it up with a napkin. Mulder scooped up Megan's toy and set it on the table.
"Why do you kiss like that?" Jordan asked suddenly.
"Like what?" Mulder asked.
"With your mouths open," he clarified.
I felt my already flaming cheeks grow hotter.
"Because we love each other," Mulder explained, making my heart flutter.
"You don't kiss me like that. Don't you love me?" he frowned.
Mulder chuckled. "There are two different kinds of love, Jordan."
"There are?" he looked confused.
"The way moms and dads love each other is different than the way they love their kids," Mulder tried to make him understand.
"How?" Jordan still looked puzzled.
I was being no help at all; still being speechless from hearing Mulder say that we loved each other.
Mulder took a deep breath. "Okay, let me see if I can explain this. There is more than one kind of happy, isn't there?"
"There is?" Jordan furrowed his brow.
"Yes," Mulder continued. "When we were going to surprise Dana, did that make you happy?"
"Yes," he grinned.
"And now that you're having the ice cream, does that make you happy?"
"Mmm hmm," Jordan nodded.
"Do the two feelings feel exactly the same?" Mulder asked him.
"No," Jordan admitted. "When we were going to surprise Dana it made me all tingly, but the ice cream is different. It makes me happy because I like the way it tastes."
"Well, Jordan, Dana and I love you like ice cream," Mulder smiled.
"And you love each other like a surprise?" Jordan beamed as he finally understood.
"That's right. Now finish your ice cream before it turns into soup," Mulder teased him.
Since it was Mulder's idea to get ice cream, I let him try to settle Jordan down at bedtime. I was finishing up the laundry when he came back downstairs. He flopped down onto the couch and flicked on the TV.
"I thought you were going to bring your TV over." His turning on the TV reminded me.
He laughed. "I did. I completely forgot about it. I guess I had other things on my mind," he winked at me. "It's in my trunk. I'll go and get it."
I had separated the kids' clothes from Mulder's and mine and I carried ours upstairs. I was busily putting it away when Mulder appeared with his TV.
We decided that my dresser would be the best place for it. While I finished putting the laundry away, Mulder fidgeted with the rabbit ears.
"I'll have to get the Gunmen to install some cable up here," he announced. "I can't get much with this antenna."
"Just as long as there's no triple X channel," I warned.
"Yes, dear."
Stripping to his boxers, he threw his clothes into the laundry hamper and climbed into bed. I'd been thinking all day about what I would wear to bed. My usual silk pajamas were out of the question and I didn't want to wear the same nightie that I'd worn last night. I had one other choice, a long black nightgown that I'd bought as a treat for myself, but had never had the opportunity to wear. Grabbing it out of my drawer, I hurried to the bathroom to change.
Mulder looked up when I opened the door again. His eyes grew wide and he turned off the TV immediately.
"Scully," he breathed. "You look--, that is--. C'mere."
I smiled inwardly at my success. If Mulder enjoyed the sex and liked the way I looked, surely it wouldn't take very long for him to fall in love with me. He took me into his arms and was as gentle with me as he had been the night before. This time I cried out when I came because I wanted him to know that I was enjoying the sex too.
As he cocooned me into his arms when we were done, he whispered into my ear, "I assume that it was better than nice, this time."
I chuckled and assured him that it was far better than nice. He made a contented noise at the back of his throat and pulled me closer.
The only thing that I could see that was missing from our sex was kissing. The only times that Mulder had open-mouth kissed me were during our wedding and at the ice cream parlor. Every other time he kissed me, his lips were closed. His open-mouthed kisses were reserved for when he needed to convince people that we were in love. I longed for the time that he would kiss me like that in private, because he wanted to, not because he felt compelled to.
When I woke the next morning, I felt Mulder's erection pressing into my ass. Megan was co-operating because she was apparently still sound asleep. My nightgown had bunched up around my thighs and Mulder was slowly inching it higher.
"Are you planning to divest me of my nightgown?" I chuckled.
"Yeah," he said, his voice rough, "And I wasn't planning to waste any time this morning."
"I noticed," I chuckled again as I pressed my ass back against him.
"Mrs. Mulder!" he exclaimed. "Are you coming on to me?"
"Have I upset your delicate sensibilities, Mr. Mulder?" I giggled.
"Nah, I was just checking. It's been awhile," he explained. "I want you to know that I really like it that you enjoy it too, Scully," he said in his rich, low voice just as he began to slide his cock into me.
"I do, Mulder, I really do," I breathed.
This time as he was thrusting into me, he reached down and felt for my clit. I gasped when he touched it and my internal muscles clenched immediately. Mulder groaned and began to thrust harder, still stroking me.
"Do you like the way that feels?" Mulder's voice was raspy in my ear.
"God, yes," I moaned, unable to stop myself.
Grunting, Mulder began to pump harder, his fingers still manipulating me. "I liked how tight you got when I started to rub your clit." His breathy confession sent me spinning over the edge. I could feel myself pulsing under his fingers, white lights were dancing behind my eyes, and my body was taut but still quivering at the same time.
When I started to come down, I could feel him pulsing inside of me. I must have pulled him over the edge with me.
"Wow, Scully," Mulder said, still a little short of breath. "That was quite the orgasm."
"Mulder!" I protested.
"What? I like that I can make you come like that. Is there something wrong with that?"
"No, I guess not," I admitted.
"Good, 'cause I *really* like that I can make you come like that," he informed me in his gravelly voice.
I heard Megan begin to gurgle through the monitor.
"I don't want to leave her until she cries," I told him.
"That's okay," he said, giving me a squeeze. "Can you thank her for waiting until we were done?"
The rest of the week passed quickly. I was beginning to understand why parents were always saying that their kids grew up too fast. It was because there was so much to do that time seemed to fly by. Mulder ran most of the errands; taking the paperwork back to Skinner and checking on the apartments. We took the kids to the park every day, and Friday we shopped for groceries again.
On Saturday, my mother came over for supper. She was impressed with how well we seemed to have everything in hand. After the kids were in bed she asked if we'd had any problems. I told her about Jordan asking if we were his new parents and about his nightmares. She thought that we had handled everything perfectly. Before she left she told us to feel free to call her with any questions that we might have. That night as I was getting ready for bed, I couldn't help thinking about all of the sex that Mulder and I had been having. He had quite the appetite, but I guess I already knew that. My body was beginning to anticipate his attention; warmth was already starting to build in my belly.
I was going to have to do something about my limited selection of bedtime apparel. Tonight I was resorting to the top of a pair of pajamas. Mulder grinned at me as I came out of the bathroom.
"We should go shopping," he chuckled.
"I know, I was just thinking the same thing," I confessed.
"As lovely as that is, Scully, I think it would look better crumpled up beside the bed."
"God, that's a bad line, Mulder," I groaned as I began to unbutton the offending shirt. "Has anyone ever reacted positively to it?"
"Just you," he grinned and then ducked out of the way as I pitched the shirt at him. The mirth drained out of his eyes and was replaced by what looked like hunger as he took in my naked form. It was then that I realized that he hadn't seen me nude since our marriage. The way he was looking at me made the warmth in my belly increase to a slow burn.
"I was wondering, Scully," he spoke suddenly. "Would you mind if we tried something different tonight?"
I was mildly surprised by his request but we *had* really only been using two positions. I was enjoying the sex so much that I hadn't noticed.
"No, that's fine," I told him. "What did you have in mind?"
"Um, would you get on top?" he asked pensively.
My stomach flip-flopped. I knew from previous experience why men liked this position; Mulder wanted to watch me. The thought of him looking at me as I moved above him thrilled me.
"Sure." I tried to sound nonchalant, but I think the timbre of my voice betrayed me.
As I walked around to his side of the bed, he pulled off his boxers, tossed them on the floor, threw back the covers and scooted down so that he was lying flat on the bed. His cock was already thick and hard. I loved that I could do this to him.
He watched me intently as I straddled him. When I was above him, I took hold of his erection so that I could ease myself onto him. He groaned in response. The sensation of his cock sliding into me made me inhale sharply.
"You're so wet, Scully," Mulder noted breathily. "Did you like that I asked you to get on top?
"Yes," I answered him honestly.
"I'm glad," he breathed.
I was already so excited that I knew it wasn't going to take me very long. I began to move slowly, savoring the feeling of his hardness sliding in and out of me. With each downward stroke I rotated my hips, rubbing my throbbing clit against him. I began to moan--I was so close. Mulder's hands skimmed up my sides to my breasts. He had never touched them before. Rolling my head back, I groaned as I continued to gyrate on top of him.
"Do you like that?" he asked as he squeezed my breasts again.
"Yes," I panted and picked up my pace. He was rolling my nipples between his fingers, sending jolts of heat straight to my center. Every inch of me was screaming for release. With every stroke I ground myself against him harder.
"You are so beautiful," he panted.
His words and the raspy sound of his voice sent a surge through me and the next time my clit rubbed against him, I exploded. As I quaked above him, I heard myself call his name, but I didn't care. As always seemed to happen with us, my orgasm triggered his and I heard him call my name, too.
"What are you doing?" A voice close to me asked.
I gasped in horror and quickly lay down on top of Mulder.
"Go back to your room, Jordan," Mulder instructed. "Dana and I will be there in a minute."
"Are you mad at me?" His voice quivered.
"No, sweetie," I assured him. "Just give us a minute, okay?"
"Okay," he answered quietly.
"Oh my God, Mulder," I cried when he was gone. "What did he see?"
"Enough, Scully, come on. We have to go and talk to him," he told me.
"What will he think, Mulder?" I asked as I eased myself off of him.
"I don't know, but don't worry, he'll be fine. Kids walk in on their parents all the time."
"That doesn't make me feel any better," I groaned.
I pulled on my robe and Mulder put his jeans back on. When we got to his room, Jordan was sitting on his bed looking scared.
"Don't worry, Jordan, nothing is wrong," I tried to reassure him.
"Did you have some questions?" Mulder asked.
Jordan nodded.
"You wanted to know what we were doing?"
Jordan nodded again.
"It's called making love. It's something else that people do when they love each other the way Dana and I do. It's a way of showing each other how we feel," Mulder explained.
"Oh," Jordan said quietly.
"But it's something that we do in private," Mulder continued. "So if our door is closed, you should knock first, okay?"
"Okay," he agreed.
"Do you have any other questions?" Mulder asked.
"You're not mad at me?" he asked again.
"No, we're not mad, Jordan. It was an accident. Just make sure you knock from now on and wait until we say you can come in," Mulder added.
"Okay," he nodded.
"What happened, sweetie?" I asked him. "Why did you wake up?" I thought maybe he'd had another nightmare.
"I heard a noise," he informed me.
"Well, I'll go make sure everything is okay. Do you think that you can go back to sleep?" Mulder asked him.
"I think so," he said snuggling under his covers.
"Sweet dreams," I said and kissed his cheek.
"I'll go look around," Mulder said when we were back in the hall. "But it was probably just us that he heard. You were rocking the bed pretty well, Scully," he chuckled.
"I was?" I asked in amazement.
"You were," he nodded. "And I think you are the most beautiful thing I've ever laid my eyes on. I love the way you look when you come."
"Mulder!" I protested, blushing furiously.
"Get used to it, Scully," he grinned.
I was getting used to it. I hoped that this was just another sign that Mulder was starting to fall in love with me. Could sex really be this good if he wasn't? I hoped not with all of my heart.
The next afternoon I decided to take my mother up on her offer. Both of the kids were sleeping and Mulder was playing on his computer in the study. Even as I dialed the phone, I wasn't sure how I was going to ask my question. We chatted for a while before I brought it up.
"You know how you said that if I had a question, I was free to ask?" I reminded her when I finally drummed up the courage.
"Yes, dear, what did you want to ask?"
"It's a doozy, Mom," I warned her.
"That's fine, dear, I'm sitting down," she laughed.
"Okay," I took a deep breath. "Here goes...Did any of us kids ever walk in on you and Dad?"
"Oh, Dana, did Jordan walk in on you and Fox?"
"Yes," I sighed.
"What did you say?" she asked.
"Well Mulder sent him back to his room and then we went and talked to him. We explained that we were making love and that was something that people did that to show each other how much they love each other," I told her.
"It sounds like you handled it just fine," she assured me.
"I hope so," I sighed.
"Was he worried that Fox was hurting you?" she inquired.
"No, why?" I wondered.
"Well, since he was on top of you, most kids think that daddy is trying to hurt mommy," she explained rather shyly.
"Um...I was on top," I couldn't believe that I was telling my mother this.
"Oh," my mother laughed a little shakily. "Well, that may have been for the best, dear. At least you didn't scare him."
"Yeah, but I'm still worried that we've scarred him for life.
"You turned out all right," she chuckled.
"What? I walked in on you and Dad? I have no memory of that," I laughed.
"And when he grows up, Jordan probably won't either," my mother assured me.
"Thanks, Mom. I feel better now. I was really worried," I told her.
"You're welcome, Dana. Let's just hope you won't have any other problems for a while," she said.
"I hope not too, Mom," I laughed.
With my mother's reassurance I felt much more at ease. Jordan didn't mention anything about what happened all day, so I decided it was best to let it drop. If he had any more questions, I hoped that he would feel free to ask.
The next morning after Megan went down for her nap, Mulder and Jordan were playing with some building blocks in the living room, so I decided to clean the bathrooms. I had just finished the master bath when Mulder came upstairs.
"The social worker is here," he informed me.
I peeled off my gloves and followed him downstairs.
She introduced herself as Leslie Wilson as she shook my hand.
"I'm going to talk with you and your husband, but I was going to start with Jordan, if that's all right with you?"
"Of course," I smiled.
"Is there some place we could talk?" she asked.
"How about the study?" Mulder suggested.
"That sounds fine," she smiled.
After we showed her to the study we went to wait in the kitchen. I could barely sit still. Mulder tried to calm me down by holding my hand, but it wasn't working. After about 15 minutes Leslie appeared in the kitchen door, smiling broadly.
"Jordan is playing with his blocks again. I just wanted to talk to you briefly," she informed us.
"Sure, have a seat," Mulder smiled.
"Thanks, but I'll just be a minute," she smiled. "I take it that Jordan accidentally walked in on you the other night?"
My cheeks started to burn instantly.
"Yeah," Mulder chuckled. "We didn't think to tell him to knock."
"Almost every parent goes through it," she smiled. "Even if they have told the kids to knock. From talking to Jordan it sounds like you handled it beautifully."
"Thanks," Mulder smiled. I was still speechless.
"Okay, I'll be going now," she said.
"Didn't you want to talk to us?" Mulder asked in surprise.
"I did initially, but Jordan told me what I needed to know," she informed us.
"So that's it?" I asked.
"Yes, I'll give my report to the judge in a couple of days," she explained.
"You've made a decision?" Mulder asked.
"Yes, I visited the Barnes on Friday, you today, and I've reached my decision."
"Can you tell us what it is?" I asked.
"No, but I can tell you that when I went to visit the Barnes, they didn't make a very good impression on me. And from talking to Jordan today I know that their claim that your marriage was one of convenience is unsubstantiated," she said with a cryptic smile.
After she left, Mulder and I stood in foyer and just stared at each other in amazement.
"Did she just say what I thought she said?" I asked him.
"I thought she said that we should get full custody," Mulder gave me his interpretation.
"That's what I thought, too," I heaved a sigh of relief.
He held his arms open to me and I accepted his hug readily. I laid my head on his shoulder as he caressed my back. "They are really ours now, Scully," he said softly.
"I can't believe it," I said, shakily. "And for some reason, I'm suddenly very nervous."
"Some part of you was probably holding back, Scully, in self- defense, just in case. But now that it's permanent--it must be sinking in," Mulder offered as explanation. "But I know that we'll be okay. Look how well we're doing already."
Jordan was a little bemused by the fact that I kept giving him big hugs all day. I wanted to tell him that Mulder and I were really his parents now, but we had decided that we would wait until we had the official word. Who knew what might happen and I couldn't tell Jordan until we were 100 percent sure.
I had forgotten that I'd said that I would get some new pajamas and that night I ended up stealing one of Mulder's undershirts. Not that he'd miss it; I'd never seen him wear one. In the last couple of days we had developed a little bedtime routine and I was enjoying it. Mulder would watch TV while I was getting ready, but as soon as I left the bathroom, the TV would go off. He would let his eyes wander appreciatively over me and then ask me to come to him.
That night he grinned at me when I came out of the bathroom and reminded me about our plan to go shopping.
"I know," I sighed. "You stay here with the kids tomorrow afternoon and I'll go and get some new stuff."
"You mean that I don't get to come and watch?" He started to pout.
"No, but I could give you a little fashion show tomorrow night, if you like," I offered, lowering my voice. I couldn't believe how brazen I was getting with him. I wondered if he noticed.
"Take as long as you like then," he chuckled, his voice sending delicious chills through me. "But I don't want you to think that I don't like the way you look now," he added quickly. "The undershirt look is very good on you--very sexy. C'mere."
My already racing heart leaped at his invitation. Now that he'd discovered that I liked it when he touched my breasts, he had squeezed and caressed them every time we'd had sex. They were aching in anticipation of his attention; my taut nipples were pushing against the fabric of the undershirt.
As I approached the bed, he threw back the covers and patted the bed beside him. I got onto the bed and lay down. His hand immediately went to my breast and rubbed my nipple through my shirt.
My back arched immediately, my body craving more of his touch. My breathing became shallow as I watched his head dip towards my breast. When his hot mouth covered my aching flesh, I gasped. Chuckling contentedly, Mulder continued to tease me through the undershirt. Finally I couldn't stand it any longer.
"I want to take this off." I tugged at the offending garment.
"Good," he smiled lustily at me. "Me too."
After I'd tossed it aside, Mulder bent his head to my right breast again. His tongue swirled around my nipple and then he gently drew it into his mouth. My fingers clutched at his hair and my head was arched back as he continued his sweet torture. I was writhing beneath him; heat and moisture building between my legs when he turned to my left breast. As he continued to lavish the same attention on it, his hand covered my now lonely right breast and he caressed it, occasionally tugging on my nipple.
His arousal was pushing into my thigh and I was almost in anguish with wanting him. When his mouth left my breast I thought that I was finally going to get what I wanted so badly.
I was surprised to feel him press a kiss against my stomach and then another on my abdomen.
"Mulder, what are you doing?" I managed to ask out my lusty haze.
"You know what I'm doing," he answered, his voice sounding as heated as my own.
"You don't have to," I told him.
"I want to," he said, placing a kiss on my thigh.
"Mulder, I don't want you to feel obliged to do that for me," I tried to explain. I knew it was a task that most men didn't relish.
My words were met with silence, so I lifted my head to look at him. His face was a mixture of confusion and hurt.
"Obliged?" he asked finally.
"It's not necessary," I explained further. "It's enough for me when you're inside of me."
"Obliged?" he repeated.
I nodded, not sure why he wasn't understanding what I meant.
"Scully, I thought that *you* were obliging *me*," he said softly.
"What do you mean?" I shook my head in confusion.
"You know that I love you. I thought that you were obliging me by having sex with me."
I couldn't process what he was saying. "But I--, but," I stammered. "I thought that you loved me like ice cream."
"What?" He sat up. "Like ice cream? How could you think that? Why did you think that I wanted to have sex with you?"
"I thought that you enjoyed it and that maybe eventually you might fall in love with me." My voice was quivering as I spoke.
"Oh, Scully," he sighed. "I thought the same thing. I was so thrilled that you were enjoying the sex. I hoped that it meant that you might be falling in love with me."
"You mean that you love me like a surprise?" I asked in wonder.
"Like the best surprise, like the biggest surprise you ever had on Christmas morning," he breathed.
My heart was pounding wildly in my chest; tears streaming down my cheeks. "Oh God, Mulder," I sobbed. "I had no idea. That's the way I love you! I have for so long!"
He practically flew up the bed towards me; his mouth was on top of mine in an instant, crushing it with a kiss. His tongue was in my mouth, swirling over my tongue, caressing the roof of my mouth. We parted, gasping for breath, only to have our mouths meet again, our tongues both fighting for deeper access. This was the way that I wanted him to kiss me; longed for him to kiss me. His lust had always excited me, but his raw passion thrilled me to my core.
When we parted again, breathless, Mulder raised up on his elbow and gazed down at me, his eyes hooded.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to kiss you like that." "I might have an inkling," I chuckled. "Probably about as long as I've wanted you to."
"Probably," he grinned. "Now, where was I?"
I couldn't help grinning back at him. "A little lower," I chuckled.
He kissed his way back down my belly and his touch was still gentle as he parted my legs. I was breathless in anticipation. Gently resting one hand on my thigh, I felt the other lightly caress my sex, making me shudder.
When he began to place tender kisses on me, I groaned. The touch of his tongue against me brought my hips off of the bed. The flick of his tongue on my clit made me dizzy. Then he drew my throbbing bundle of nerves between his lips and sucked on it gently. I was moaning and panting, right on the verge of exploding.
He released me and I felt momentarily despondent until I felt his tongue against me again. It felt like he was barely touching me, but my clit was so inflamed that the lightest touch felt like bliss. He slid his fingers into me and my muscles clamped down on them immediately. He continued to stroke me lightly with his tongue, every caress feeling like ecstasy.
"Yes," I panted.
I heard Mulder grunt at my pleasure, but he kept his touch feathery and steady.
"Oh God, Mulder," I moaned, feeling like I couldn't stand it anymore. I had never felt this much euphoria before. It seemed like I might fly apart; wanting to shout for joy and cry in despair at the same time.
"God, yes," I whimpered over and over, like a mantra. When Mulder rumbled his approval again the added stimulation was enough to send me careening into nirvana.
Every muscle was taut as I quaked; the lights behind my eyes were the brightest I'd ever seen. My orgasm seemed endless, one shuddering wave right on top of another. When awareness began to percolate into my brain, I felt Mulder softly kissing my thighs.
"And I thought you had fantastic orgasms before," he chuckled when he saw me open my eyes.
"I was holding back," I informed him.
"So I gathered," he grinned. "And so was I." His tone of voice made butterflies spring to life in my stomach. "I didn't want you to see how much I needed you," he confessed. "I thought it would scare you."
"Oh, Mulder, I wish I'd understood how you loved me. We could have been making love all of this time," I sighed.
"I think we were making love, just separately. Now we'll be able to share it and not hold anything back," he said softly.
As he spoke, he positioned himself between my legs. The feeling of his cock pressed against me was heavenly, but when he began to ease his way inside of me it was beyond paradise.
"Mulder," I groaned again. "You feel so amazing."
"You feel like liquid fire, Scully," he whispered.
All my nerve endings seemed hypersensitive, making his every movement feel like pure joy.
"I thought it felt perfect before, Mulder," I informed him breathlessly, "But this is.." I couldn't find the words.
"Consummate perfection," he breathed.
My mind whirled at his choice of words. They made me realize that we hadn't truly consummated our marriage. Without this honesty between us, it never would have been real.
"Absolute, utter, perfection!" He was panting now.
His first strokes were slow and gentle, like he had always been with me. But, as he neared his peak I could feel him begin to lose control, his raw need taking over.
"Yes, Mulder," I panted. "Don't hold back. I want you to show me."
"Scully," he groaned and began to drive into me vigorously.
I welcomed his passion, I needed it to feel whole. His desire for me alone was enough to bring me close to another climax. His face was pressed against my neck and I was clinging to him as he began to shudder and thrust into me with abandon.
"Yes," I panted again.
With one more shuddering thrust he came, his body quaking as mine had. Instead of calling my name like I was used to, he repeated, "Love you, love you," softly in my ear. As I held and caressed him while he quieted, I discovered that I felt different. Our sex had always been good; my orgasms gratifying. Now I felt completely satiated, as if my thirst had finally been quenched.
Even though I had loved him the entire time, the knowledge that he was in love with me made the sex so very different. Saying that we were making love seemed so trite compared to how I felt. We were forging a bond, one that marriage vows alone couldn't begin to create. This is what consummating a marriage truly meant--creating a physical bond that could never be broken.
The only thing that could have possibly made our life together any better happened on September 11, 2000. The Fairfax County Family Court awarded Mulder and me full custody of Jordan and Megan Prescott, although we had always known in our hearts that it was meant to be. We didn't need a document to tell us that we were a family.