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The office was quiet… a little too quiet. When Mulder stopped talking, Scully usually started worrying: 1) He is probably obsessing over the newest sighting of a sasquatch, flukeman, werewolf, vampire, or alien and he's trying to decide how to tell her that they're leaving on the next flight out and how she won't have time to go home and properly pack a suitcase. Or 2) Skinner offered him an obscenely ridiculous case, which he immediately accepted without talking to her about it first and he's trying to decide how to tell her that they're leaving on the next flight out and how she won't have time to go home and properly pack a suitcase. No matter which it was—she was always left feeling underdressed, overdressed, and ill prepared.

In truth, Scully was half right. Mulder was worrying about how to tell her something… well, he supposed he should ask her, but asking always gave her the option of saying no—and he really didn't want her to decline. He had decided Monday to break the mold, do something crazy, shoot for the stars—he was going to ask a woman to have dinner with him. The woman was already chosen, and he had already made most of the plans, but he had no idea how to put the plans into play. He needed a woman's help, and the only woman he felt comfortable asking for help was Scully.

"So…uh, Scully, do you have any plans tonight… I need to ask a huge favor."

She sighed and rolled her eyes as she turned her head towards him. "Mulder…" she had given up her last four weekends to him—she was taking a couple days off, turning off her phone (which she knew was an unrealistic daydream, but she'd give it a try), take a long bubble bath, read a book, and sleep all damn weekend long. "I have very definite plans that do not involve anything paranormal and it's going to be simply divine." The way she 'divine' was like a chocoholic who hadn't had dessert in a month and staring blissfully at a piece of cake, or the way an alcoholic looked at a shot of vodka—you could hear the desperation in her voice.

"Well I don't need you for the whole weekend, just for tonight. I uh...need you to help me cook something."

"You want me to cook you something?" She asked, completely dumbfounded. She was use to him diving into passionate speeches about the presence of alien life or of supernatural forces but this is the first time he had ever asked her to go into the kitchen on don on an apron.

"A nice meal, I'm kinda going to have a woman over for dinner and I'd like for it to be really nice. You know, with candles and everything." He said awkwardly as he dropped his eyes away from her face.

"In your apartment? You're going to have a woman in your apartment?" She asked, her eyebrows still furrowed.

"Well…yes, that was the general idea. Do you think I shouldn't? Do you think it's too cliché? You think it would make her too nervous—like I'd try and take advantage of her?" He hadn't even thought about that, God, maybe he had made a mistake. The last thing he wanted to do was mess this up. "Damn it" he said as he dropped his legs off the top his desk and smacked his hand on the table.

"No, Mulder it's not that, I just…you know what, never mind." Scully said as she waved her hands dismissively. How are you suppose to tell someone that their apartment needs a deep and thorough cleaning before you can invite a stranger inside? Especially if you want to make a good impression.

"So will you help me?" he asked, finally bringing his gaze back to her face.

He had on that pitiful boyish pout that made her want to do anything for him, even give up her Friday to help him impress a date. She dropped her head down and sighed again before standing up and pushing her chair under her desk. "Yes, I will help you. It's after 5:00 now, so let's go to your place." She couldn't help the sad tone in her voice; even she was surprised at how low she sounded. She always knew Mulder would find someone worth dating—he always seemed to attract women while they were out on cases, so it was only a matter of time before he would met someone in DC—but she couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Maybe she would burn the bread just to throw a wrench in the date.

"Yea, but we've got to stop by the store first." Mulder said quickly as he helped her put on her coat and ushered her out the door with his hand on her back.

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Mulder parked the car in front of the grocery store a few blocks from his apartment and they walked in. His eyes widened as he saw all the freezers lined down the aisles. "What am I going to feed her, Scully?" he asked. He sounded terrified, as though someone was holding a gun to his head.

"What are you in the mood for? Pasta generally makes people tired, rice tends to make them overeat, chicken is always a safe bet, I'm not really good at cooking seafood, plus it leaves an aftertaste…" she paused and thought about that for a second—that would be one sure way to discourage them from having sex, "But seafood is classy, it proves that you're serious and want to make a good impression. Let's go with seafood." she said as she headed off towards the meat department.

Mulder was on her heels, "I don't know. Let's go with chicken or steak. I don't want to have fish breath" he laughed.

Scully sighed but nodded her head. "Steak it is then."

"What goes with steak?" Mulder asked as he looked around.

"Broccoli, potatoes, mushrooms and gravy, bread…" she rambled as she looked through the packages of steak and chose the best cuts she could find.

"Macaroni and Cheese is more my level." he said, cringing as he thought of having to eat broccoli—the air in his mouth tasted better than that.

"Not for your date but we'll buy some anyways and you can cook it tomorrow." She said as if she was negotiating with a child rather than a 36 year old man. Mulder smiled and put his hand on her shoulder, gently squeezing her neck before dropping his hand and turning to start collecting the rest of the food they needed.

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By the time they got to his apartment, it was 6:00 and Scully was frantically searching the kitchen cabinets trying to find enough pans to cook everything in. She had made the agreement that he could buy a double chocolate cake for dessert as long as broccoli stayed on the menu and he actually ate a serving.

Mulder was being overly helpful, and was therefore completely in the way. Finally, she had to tell him to get out of the kitchen and let her work. Instead, he hopped up on the counter and dangled his legs off the side as he watched her flutter around his kitchen.

"What do I say to her when she gets here?" he asked.

She looked at him and her brow arched. "Is this your first date, Mulder? You tell her she looks pretty, of course."

"Then can I kiss her?" he asked as he wagged his eyebrows up and down and smiled at her.

"No, that comes at the end. It gives her something to look forward to." she smiled.

"Well once I tell her that's she's pretty, then what?"

"Invite her inside, offer her some wine, and ask her how her day went and what work was like. The usual stuff…" she paused and then laughed, "well, not your usual stuff—talk like a normal person." She stopped cutting up the potatoes long enough to point the end of her knife in his direction, "and don't you dare mention aliens—not if you want to score a second date."

Mulder crossed his finger over his heart and promised that he would at least pretend to be normal. "Do you want some wine, Scully? I bought two bottles." He asked as he jumped off the counter and opened his glass cabinet to pull down two wine glasses.

"Mulder," she laughed as she pushed the hair out of her eye using her shoulder, "you can't drink with another woman before your date with someone else."

"Na, she won't mind plus it will relax me…and you know how I get when I'm nervous." He grabbed a corkscrew and began opening the wine as he started explaining how wine was made and the process it went through before they bottled it and sold it. He told it very charmingly, even he would admit it, and Scully smiled and giggled through the whole story.

"You have to tell your date about that, that was a wonderfully normal conversation any girl would enjoy." She said as she sipped the wine and cleared her throat. She pulled the bread out of the oven and arranged the pieces on a plate, placing it in the center of the table. Mulder had insisted on buying cloth napkins and she had neatly folded them next to the only two matching plates he had.

Everything was cooked and ready to serve, the steaks were sizzling in the pan. Scully tipped up her wine glass, drinking the rest of it in one delicate swallow and shook her head when Mulder started to refill it. "I have to go" she said as she untucked the dishtowel make-shift apron from her waistband and walked towards him. She calmly tucked the dishtowel into his pants waistband and smiled at him, "good luck, and don't burn the steaks. They'll be done in a few minutes."

His mouth was gaping open as he nodded his head. "Let me get your coat and jacket, then." His voice was strained and had gotten higher. She grinned and followed him into the living room towards the couch. He picked up her suit jacket and helped her put it on followed by her coat; before she could step away from him, he pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head, "thanks for helping me. I think it's going to be a nice night."

"I'm glad I could help." She said quietly as she stepped away from him and turned around. As she turned, her eyes scanned the familiar room. She couldn't the number of hours she had spent in this apartment, next to their office, this had become like her second home. "Mulder…did you clean?" She asked, her eyes growing large as she took in the spotless coffee table, the swept floors, and the dusted furniture.

"Didn't think I had it in me, did ya?" He said as he proudly rocked back and forth on his feet.

"Wow, I just never thought I'd see the actual floor. I didn't even know there was a rug here." She giggled and laughed hard when Mulder rolled his eyes and hit her playfully on the shoulder. "Did you organize your movie collection?" she gasped as she looked up at his bookcase, "even your bottom drawer collection, the one's that aren't yours?"

"You're enjoying this too much."

"Have a good night Mulder," she said as she walked to the door, buttoning up her coat as she walked. Mulder jumped in front of her and opened the door; she shuffled past him and turned around, "and remember, nice girls don't stay out after 11:00." Her eyes tried to look serious but she was smiling too brightly to fool him. "What time is she coming?"

She reached up and straightened his tie, fixed his collar, and brushed his hair back into place with her fingernails. "Uh, well I haven't exactly asked her yet." He admitted, his head hanging low.

"What?! It's 6:45 on a Friday night and you were just going to surprise her with a steak dinner? What if she has plans? Most people make plans, Mulder." Scully said, clearly aggravated with him. "I just spent the last 2 hours helping you cook for a woman who is probably busy." She lifted her hand to her forehead but then dropped it back to her side with a huff. She was definitely going to need that bubble bath tonight.

"Well, I just didn't know how to ask her. And I wouldn't necessarily say I'm surprisingher with a steak dinner." Mulder said defensively as he stared down at his feet.

"Call her Mulder, now. And call me tomorrow and let me know how it goes." She said as she turned on her heel and walked down the hallway towards the elevator. She punched the button for the elevator and tapped her shoe while she waited. Her cell phone rang and she sighed as she pulled it out and pressed it to her ear. "Agent Dana Scully."

"Hey Scully, it's me." She turned and looked down the hallway and saw Mulder still standing in the doorway, holding his phone against his ear and waving at her shyly. "I was wondering…well, I was hoping that you would have dinner with me tonight."

"What?" she said as she took a couple steps away from the elevator.

"I whipped up some dinner and would love it if you came over to eat with me. That is, if you're not busy."

"Well, to be honest, I have some pretty solid plans with a bubble bath." The elevator door opened behind her and she ignored it, letting it close and move to the next floor.

"Well, I have a bathtub if it's something you can't miss" he laughed, his voice dropping to a seductive tone as he took a few steps closer to her.

"Are you getting fresh with me, Agent Mulder?" She smiled.

"Ah, if you're going to eat with me and take a bath in my apartment, you'll have to call me Fox." He said, continuing his slow trek towards her.

Her eyebrow arched higher than he had ever seen it go before. "Fox, huh? I suppose that means you'll be calling me Dana." She said, her name feeling foreign on her lips—for so many years she had simply been Scully, who was Dana anymore?

"So I'll see you at 7:00?" He asked, now only a few steps away from her.

She nodded her head and hung up the phone, turning it off and putting it back in her coat pocket. Mulder looked at his watch and then back up at her, "You're early" he smiled as he finished walking towards her and reached up to begin unbuttoning her coat, she giggled and shrugged off her coat once he was finished with the buttons.

Out of habit, she straightened her suit jacket and smoothed her hair back behind her ears. "You look beautiful, Dana." He said as he finished tucking her hair behind her ear for her.

She smiled and gave him a wicked look. "Well I must admit, I was little surprised at your invitation. I had no idea you could cook."

Mulder smiled and ushered her back towards his apartment. "Oh I have been slaving over the stove all evening. I wanted everything to be perfect."

Scully shook her head and stepped inside, releasing a nervous breath. She was Dana now, in Fox's apartment. Even though she had been here thousands of times, it felt different this time. "Oh wow, I love your apartment, it's so…eclectic." She said as she looked around and tried to see it through a new set of eyes. It was very masculine, even with it being cleaned.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment. Would you like some wine?"

Dana nodded her head and followed him into the kitchen. She felt her stomach knot up and she placed her open palm on her stomach to try and calm her nerves. Why was she nervous? She had seen this man in his boxers, covered in dirt and grime, had seen him on his deathbed and had even shot him! For the last six years, there was hardly a day that went by that she hadn't spoken to him either in person or on the phone, yet now she couldn't think of anything to say, finally she decided to tease him. "That bottle is half empty."

"I like to think that it's half full, and I told you my date wouldn't mind if we cut into it early." He uncorked the bottle again; "this was bottled in northern California on a vineyard that's been owned by the same family for eight generations. Do you know how they make wine?" He asked as he filled up their glasses from earlier.

"Tell me, Fox, how do they make wine?" she asked as she took the glass from his hand and began sipping it slowly. By the time he was done with his story, she had laughed and smiled just as much as she had the first time she heard it.

In the midst of telling his story, he had arranged the steaks on the two matching plates and carried them over to the table. He pulled out a chair and motioned for her to sit down. She slid into the chair, rising slightly so he could push it closer to the table. She shivered when he leaned down and pressed his lips gently against her ear, "you really do look beautiful tonight, Dana." The way he purred her name made her bite down on her bottom lip.

He was urged on by her soft gasp and he softly kissed her neck directly below her ear. "I love the way your hair looks by candle light." His breath warmed her neck and her eyes fluttered closed. He smiled, kissed her again and straightened up and walked over to his chair.

He filled up her plate, making sure she got everything before he filled his own plate. She eyed him harshly as he scooped out a small serving of broccoli and he rolled his eyes and put another spoonful on his plate, smiling widely when he saw her nod with approval.

"So, how was your day?" He asked after he swallowed a bite of steak. Damn she was a good cook. He leaned in and refilled their wine glasses, emptying the first bottle.

She laughed, tossing her head back and sending her hair flying backwards before landing softly against her face. "It was actually a very nice and quiet day. I did hear the funniest story in the women's restroom though."

"Ah, I knew that's where all the good gossip was shared. Break room gossip is such a bore nowadays," Fox chuckled.

"Well," Dana said as she scooted closer to him, as if she were afraid they would be overheard sharing office tales. It must be a good story. "You know Shannon Macon from the transport division?" Fox nodded his head. "Well, the way I heard it, she invited Tom Roland from Homicide and James Thornton from the lab to…entertain themselves in a company car."

Fox chucked as he shook his head. "I know, right?" Dana said as she smiled widely. She hadn't stopped smiling since5:00 and her cheeks were more than a little sore. "Well that's not the best part. Evidently, a car wasn't big enough and they took a surveillance van. A few days went by and nobody said anything and they all three assumed they had gotten away with it."

"Oh no, I feel a but coming on." Fox said as he stood up and got the second bottle of wine, refilling their glasses again and started eating again.

"Oh it's a very big but." She laughed wickedly as she brushed her foot up against his leg under the table. He smiled and put his hand over her small hand, turning it over so he could run his thumb against her palm, tracing circles against her skin.

She shivered and her eyes closed. She released a long breath and tried to remember where she left off in her story. "So, days had gone by and nobody had seemed to notice…until the surveillance team went to clean out the old data in the recording logs. It seems that while in a fit of passion, someone turned on the microphone and the whole thing was recorded!"

"No!" he howled with laughter.

"Yes, and then they got to looking around and they found a tie, her panties, and an empty carton of ice cream jammed under the passenger seat."

They both broke out in a full bellied laugh with tears streaming down their faces as they tried to picture the look on Shannon's face when she heard about her panties ending up in an evidence bag stapled to the break room wall right above the coffee machine.

As the laughter died down, Fox watched her dab at her eyes, drying her tears before it could smear her mascara. He tightened his hold on her hand as he realized that they never talked about normal, personal things. Up until now, it had always been X Files this and X Files that.

Her lips curved into a slight smile as she leaned forward, closer to him. "I like us like this too." He winked at her and raised her hand to his lips, pressing a quick kiss against her palm. "Now please tell me it's time for dessert, thank goodness you ate your broccoli!"

He got up and carefully cut a slice of cake, making sure to not mess up the icing so that it looked as perfect as she did. He looked down at the single slice of cake and smiled a private smile. He grabbed a clean fork and walked back to the table, setting the small plate in between them.

Slicing off a small bite, he lifted the fork to her mouth and gave her a mischievous smile. She eyed him carefully, not knowing whether or not she should trust him, but she opened her mouth and leaned slightly forward, allowing him to carefully slide the fork into her mouth.

As her lips closed around the fork and he slid it out of her mouth, he felt himself harden. Eating had never before looked so erotic. He shifted and dipped his fork down for another bite; this forkful was larger, forcing her to open her mouth much wider.

Her eyes had grown heavy and the smoldering looks he was giving her made her feel lightheaded. She saw him lift the fork towards her and she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She heard him shuffling and she leaned further forward so he could reach her better. When she still didn't feel the fork against her lips, she opened her mouth wider and gasped when she felt his lips brush against her mouth, his tongue gently teasing her open lips. She moaned as she lifted her hand to his face, running her fingers up his jaw and through his hair.

He pulled away until there was an inch between their faces and looked at her. "I know you said I should wait until the end of the date, but that was mydessert." She smiled and pursed her lips as he kissed her again, this kiss ending much quicker than the first. "I rented some movies if you want to stay a little longer," he said against her lips. When she didn't answer for a few seconds, he kissed her again and added an adorable "please."

How could she resist? Why would she resist? She nodded her head and they stood up and walked to the living room, taking their wine with them. She sat down on the couch as he pulled two rental movies off the shelf and brought them to her. She halfway expected him to have chosen "The Blob" and "Pod People" but was surprised when he handed her two romantic comedies. Neither sounded particularly interesting but she hadn't exactly chosen to stay for the movie, more for the company.

She picked one and he pressed play and walked around the coffee table and sat beside her. She wasn't exactly sure how to position herself. She usually sat on one side while he sat on the opposite side. But this wasn't a 'usual' night for them. As if reading her mind, Fox leaned back against the arm of the couch and swung his legs up to rest on the coffee table. He gently pulled on her arm until she shifted closer and leaned against him, resting her head on his chest. He wrapped one arm around her back, pulling her closer to him, while the other hand operated the remote.

About halfway through the movie, she realized that the hand on her back had been slowly, so very, very slowly, moving down her back and his fingers were now gently caressing the exposed skin above her waistband. She glanced down and her eyes widened as she saw his erection through his pants, which looked almost painful as the fabric stretched to the limit.

Her hand had been resting on his lower stomach and now she eased it downwards until she was playing with his belt buckle. He sighed and pulled her closer into his body, kissing her forehead as his thumb moved up the back of her shirt until it was gently tracing circles around her tattoo.

She closed her eyes as the knots in her stomach pulled tighter, making it hard for her to breathe. She sighed and moved her hand lower and cupped his hardness, feeling his entire body jerk underneath her. "Fuck Scully" he moaned as he used his free hand to tilt her head until she was looking at him. "God, you drive me crazy." He rasped before jerking her face towards him and kissing her.

This wasn't like the soft, gentle caresses he had given her after dinner. This kiss was driven by desperate, long-overdue passion. His teeth nipped at her mouth until he felt the hot swipe of her tongue against his bottom lip, he groaned deep in his throat and flicked his own tongue into her mouth, battling the sweet fight as each took turns dominating the kiss.

She broke away long enough to take in a couple of deep breaths and raise up and straddle him, sitting down and grinding against his lap. He brought one hand up to tangle in her hair while his other hand moved up her body to cup her breast. She sighed and leaned her head back, allowing him to kiss and lick her neck.

She tilted her hips and rubbed her thigh against his erection, hissing as she felt herself get wet. He pulled on her hair until she dropped her head and began nibbling on his ear, then licked and sucked on his skin to sooth her bite marks. She moved her hands to the bottom of his shirt and began untucking it from his pants; pulling on the fabric at the same time she began undoing the lower buttons.

He growled and tilted his head away from her until she released his ear. She leaned away from him and grinded her hips harder against him as her small fingers worked his shirt buttons faster. Through the haziness of her arousal, she heard his voice break through and she bit down on her lower lip as she tried to concentrate on his words.

"Dana, stop." He sighed as he put his hands over her hands and held them tightly to his chest until she stopped moving. Fear ran ramped through her body and she felt as though he had just dipped her into a tub of ice. She closed her eyes in embarrassment and raised her weight up until she wasn't sitting directly over his erection anymore.

"No, don't do that." He said as he grabbed her by the neck and shook her slightly until she opened her eyes. "Don't shut me out—ever." He leaned forward and kissed her softly. "I want you to know that I don't expect anything from you. I'll take what you want to give, but I don't want anything you're not ready to give me."

She closed her eyes again and leaned forward until her forehead rested lightly against his forehead. "You know I love you," he whispered and he saw her lips quiver. "And I know I'm not a good man, but you make me want to be the best."

Her voice cracked, "I know you love me, Mulder…Fox." She said as she craned her head and softly kissed his cheek. "I know" she whispered as she hugged him, "And you are a good man, I wouldn't love you if you weren't." She said as she lowered her body back onto his.

"You love me?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around her tightly, returning her hug and running his hands up and down her back.

"Of course I do. Hell, I love you so much I helped you cook dinner for a date!" she laughed as she lifted her hand and ran her fingertips across his cheek.

"Aren't you glad I didn't let you buy seafood?" He laughed.

"Very glad," she smiled as she kissed him, biting hard at his bottom lip until he had no choice but to succumb and open his mouth to her, letting her tongue flick against his teeth and slide against his own tongue.

When she let him breathe again, he chuckled lightly as he ran his fingers up her rib cages, "does this mean we're done talking?"

"Mmmhmmm, when's the last time you washed your sheets?"

"I have two more surprises left for you" he said as he wrapped his arms around her lower body and lifted them off the couch, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist as he carried her towards the bedroom. Her arms wound around his neck and her lips sought his again; when he felt her moan, the vibrations traveling up her throat and down his, he stumbled as he bumped into the edge of the couch and ended up twisting around until he slammed her against the back wall. He pressed his body against her until there was no space left between them.

She whimpered and wrapped her legs tighter around him. "Think we're close enough?" she laughed and she felt him buck his hips, rubbing against her center.

"Baby, I am so close… but we're about to get a whole lot closer." He smiled as he wagged his eyebrows and lifted her away from the wall, pushing the bedroom door open with his foot. He twisted around until she could see into his room. He had imagined getting a lot of responses from her but an outright laugh was never considered.

He had made the bed and folded the covers half way down; there were unlit candles on the nightstand next to a small collection of KY jelly bottles and five boxes of condoms. She couldn't help but laugh. "So you had no expectations, huh? And five boxes of condoms? Aren't you being a little overzealous?"

"Maybe you don't know me as well as you think you do." He said wickedly as he walked them over to the bed.

"Where's my second surprise?" she asked, looking around the room.

He chuckled softly before grinding his hips into her, "you're sitting on it." He growled before falling down on the mattress, landing in a beautiful heap on top of the covers. She giggled as he smoothed the hair out of her face and caressed her face. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on all the feelings he was stirring within her.

As if reading her thoughts, he leaned down and kissed her gently, "I'll always make you feel this way—no need to try and memorize it. A love like ours can't be bottled up and saved up for a rainy day—it has to be lived. Open your eyes, live with me."

"God, I love you." Dana growled as she reached down and unbuckled his belt, pulling on it until it slipped out of his belt loops and went flying through the air. He sat up and pulled off his shirt, threw it off the side of the bed, and let his pants fall to the floor. She ran her hands over him, beginning with his shoulders and running down his chest—when her fingers hooked into the band of his boxers and started tugging them down, he thought he would explode.

His head fell back and he looked at the ceiling, thanking every god, goddess, and mystical being whose names he could remember. He moaned loudly when he felt her small hand encircle his cock, sliding up and down his hard length. He pulled at her shirt until she lifted her arms and let him slide it up and off her body, and with a flick of the wrist he had her bra off. His mission to undress her was momentarily delayed as his fingers caressed her breasts, teasing her nipples until they grew hard. He leaned down and kissed the top of her breast as he stared into her eyes.

Her hands stopped stroking him as they dove into his hair, he smiled as he licked and kissed each nipple. Not one to shy away from multi-tasking, his hands began removing her pants, underwear, and thigh highs.

He rolled them over until he was on top of her and she spread her legs, allowing his body to slide perfectly between hers. She felt his fingers tease her center and she hissed when they found her wetness.

"Oh fuck baby, you're so wet for me." He slipped a finger inside her and his eyes rolled closed as he lowered his head and latched his mouth back on her nipple. She arched her back and threw her head back against the pillow. "Mmmm, you're so tight," his warm breath rushed against her wet nipple and sent chills racing down her spine.

"Fox, I want you. Please baby. Don't make me wait. I want you so bad." She begged as her fingernails scraped at the skin on his shoulders.

He inched back up her body, kissing her chest and neck until he reached her lips, plunging his tongue into her open mouth as their hands moved down to guide his cock against her wetness. She whimpered when she felt his skin slide between her legs, lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist.

He ended the kiss and pecked her quickly on the corner of her lips before seeking her gaze, "You're mine, Dana Scully." He said as he began to push into her. He had never felt that he was particularly well endowed below the waistband—especially next to the men in his bottom drawer movies—but as he inched into her, he felt like a giant fucking a china doll.

She moaned and relaxed her body as he continued pushing into her, her hands cupped his neck, his beard scratching at her palms. When he bottomed out and grinded his hips into her, she sighed and relaxed her legs. She pulled his head down and licked and nipped at his bottom lip.

"You feel so good." They both said simultaneously and then laughed together. Fox lifted up until he was on his knees and began thrusting into her, slowly at first—both out of consideration for her tightness and to prolong his release—but when her hands traveled down his body to grab his ass and drive him deeper into her, he growled and gave up his restraint and sped up.

She moaned and tilted her head back on the pillow, arching her body off the bed and pushing her breasts upwards into his waiting mouth. "Mmmmulder," she gasped as she thrust against him, letting him slide deeper than before; he grinded his hips into her before retreating, almost leaving her body completely before pumping back into her, slamming his hips into her so hard that the headboard banged against the wall.

Scully panted heavily and her eyes roll closed. "Sooo fucking good" she said as she bit down on her lower lip and lowered her body back onto the bed. The mattress creaked under their weight—that paired with her moans and the smell of their sweat and arousal was quickly making him lose control.

He pounded into her until he feared he was being almost brutal but she only begged for him to fuck her 'faster,' give her 'more,' and to 'never stop.' Fox was in heaven. He grabbed the headboard for better leverage and used all his weight to grind into her. Her head thrashed from side to side as her hips rose to meet his every thrust.

She was wild beneath him, grinding her hips against him and pulling him further into her. He felt incredible, filling her in a way no other man ever had. She felt him lower his head to kiss her shoulder, than lick his way down to her breast, kissing and biting at her nipple until she whimpered, running her fingers through his hair and holding his head firmly in place to keep from him moving away. He laughed against her skin and pushed into her with a groan.

"Oh Fox, right there. Don't stop, don't ever stop fucking me" she screamed as she reached down and squeezed his ass again. It felt so good to be able to touch him, after six years of wanting to feel his skin under her fingertips- the actual sensation surpassed any of her fantasies.

"Damn, Scully. I love the way I make you sound. You have no idea what your voice does to me" he groaned as he continued ramming into her; the harder he pushed into her, the harder she moaned, and the harder he became.

"Oh my God. I'm so close baby. Don't stop. Fuck me harder" she begged.

"Flip over" Mulder said as he pulled out of her and rocked back onto his knees. She whimpered in protest at the emptiness he left behind, but quickly did as he asked. As she twisted on the bed, she sighed; she already felt deliciously sore and she couldn't help the smile that broke across her face. She rose up on her hands and knees and looked at him crouching behind her, staring at her as if she were the most beautiful thing in the world.

She lowered her eyes into a wicked gleam and her smile was replaced with a seductive grin. He licked his lips as he scooted up between her legs and pressed his erection against her bottom, swiveling his hips and smiling when she gasped. "You like being teased, baby?" Even though it was a question, he made it sound more like a statement, as if he was trying to prove to her how well he understood her. "You like the suspense of the pleasure almost as much as the act itself." He said as he rubbed his cock against her wet entrance, she moaned and pushed back against him but he didn't push into her. "You're so in control all the time, but not here—I will always dominate you here," he said as he slammed into her hard, the headboard crashing loudly against the wall.

She groaned as her body rocked forward from the impact. "Mmmmulder, so deeeep like this" she hummed as she watched him thrust into. He looked deliciously primal, as he gazed down at her with a hunger in his eyes and lust in his heart. God, he was beautiful.

"I'm close Dana, I want you with me. Go there with me baby." his thrusts became erratic and brutal, ramming every pent up emotion into her with the tenaciousness of a trapped animal.

"Please, I want you so much." She gasped as she arched her back and tossed her head back, smiling when she felt his hands tighten on her hips and heard him groan and curse under his breath. She could live the rest of her life without sex as long as she could remember the look on his face right now; fortunately for her, she was sure Fox would never deprive her of something they were so good at-and they were most certainly good at sex.

He reached around and grabbed hold of her breast, using it as leverage to pull her against him as he continued ramming his long, swollen shaft into her. He leaned down and kissed her tattoo, licking the circle of the snake and coming back to place a kiss in the center of the circle. The intensity of the feelings he invoked all at once sent her over the edge and she screamed as her vision exploded as the stars realigned and the galaxy expanded.

Fox felt her body tighten around him as wave after of wave of her orgasm squeezed the last of his sanity from him. Two more uneven thrusts were all it took before he did just as she asked and came inside her. He collapsed on top of her, laughing and kissing her back as they regained their strength.

She turned her head to the side and looked up at him; there was a sweet sedated smiled on her lips, and he craned his head until he could kiss the sweetness from her. "I love you so much, you know that don't you?" he asked quietly, rolling off her and pulling her into his arms, allowing her head to fall comfortably into the crook of his arm.

"There are a great number of mysteries in our lives, but your love for me is something I have never questioned," she said as she kissed his chest and nestled closer to him. "I love you too, Fox Mulder. I hope you can feel that. I'm not always good with saying the words that mean the most to me—I'm a private person, but I want to tell you things I haven't ever told anyone. I want you to be my one" she said, her eyes staring at his chest hair as if she had never seen anything quite as fascinating as the wiry dark patch of hair.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss on the top of her hair and hugged her tighter, "Well let's start being honest right now. Did you sleep with me just so you could use my bathtub?"

She sighed and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, "Damn, am I that obvious?" She tilted her head up high enough to kiss him gently before letting her head fall back onto his shoulder wearily.

He laid his cheek on the top of her head and smiled against her hair, "there's just one rule: all bubble baths have to be supervised. Lucky for you, I know just the man to supervise you."

"Hmmm…" she said as she ran her finger around his nipple and watched it harden into a peak, "Skinner?" she asked playfully and laughed when he groaned and shook his head. "Frohike?" she guessed again and laughed when he sputtered a playful 'that's his ultimate dream' comment. "Well, I just can't think of anyone else up for the job…"

"Mmmm, I think I know someone who is definitely up for the job" he said as he rolled on top of her and rubbed his new erection against her still wet center.

"Already?" She giggled as he leaned down to kiss her.

"For you, always."

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Thank you so much for reading; if you enjoyed it, please leave a review, send me a message, and read on! -Anarchy X-Phile