Part 2 of 2

Scully swirled her tongue into his mouth and tasted
him in hers. She ran her foot up and down his calf and squeezed his hands tightly with hers.

Eventually, he moved his mouth from hers and began
using his lips to trace a trail of kisses down her
neck. As he neared the top of her teddy, she murmured, "Aren't you going to let go of my hands, lover?"

He lifted his head to smile down at her. "What's the
matter, Dana? Don't you like holding hands with me?"

"Of course, but I want to touch you all over."

"In a minute. This is payback for all those times you
teased me at work today. Now it's my turn to tease
you."

Dana moaned softly as he nuzzled her breasts, then
worked his tongue beneath the silk to suck first one,
then the other. She lifted her legs and wrapped them
around his hips. She desperately wanted to run her
hands up and down his body, but at the same time was
unbelievably turned on by the fact that she couldn't.
She knew her husband would never use his superior
strength to hurt her or force her to do anything. She
trusted him implicitly. But she was beginning to
realize that he didn't mind taking advantage of all
his assets when it came to prolonging their mutual
pleasure.

She moaned again when his arousal rubbed against the
thin silk of her teddy. "You're already wet," he
murmured.

"Yes, " she answered, "and if you know what's good for you, you'll quit teasing me and do something about it. Remember, I've got a gun over there!"

"Yeah, but I've got one, too," he said, pushing up
against her. "And mine's right here and already
loaded!"

"Mulder, please," she moaned.

"Do you know how many times I've dreamed of us like
this?" he whispered against her lips. "Just like this? You in my arms, wearing something wispy and black and moaning my name?"

"Me, too," she purred. "But in my dreams, I wasn't
kept in limbo forever!"

He smiled and let go of her hands, skimming his
fingers quickly down her body to brush against her
nest of damp red curls and unsnap the teddy. Then he
lifted it off her body and tossed it to join the rest
of their clothes on the floor. In one smooth movement, he entered her.

"Oh, yessss!!!" Dana breathed with a sigh of relief.
She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his back,
scratching him gently with her fingernails, like a
kitten kneading its claws. "You feel so good! You're
so big!"

He grinned down at her. "Dana, sweetheart! You're so
wet and so tight and so," he paused to withdraw
slightly and then push back in, "hot!"

Dana tried to hold back, but within moments she had
climaxed. It hadn't taken long but then, in a sense,
they'd been engaging in foreplay ever since they got
to work this morning. He came not much later, burying
his face in her hair as he moaned out her name.

Mulder rolled them onto their sides, spooning her
small body with his larger one. He stroked her hair
and kissed her back, whispering over and over again -
like a chant or a litany - how much he loved her, how
much he needed her, how beautiful she was.

Dana snuggled even closer to him, feeling herself
drift off to sleep in a state of utter contentment.
Not only was she wrapped in the arms of the person she loved most in the world, as an extra bonus she was just down the hall from the person she loved second best.

It took Dana a moment to realize where she was when
she woke up in the pre-dawn hours the next morning.
She could feel Mulder next to her, hear his breathing
in her ear, but they weren't at home. A motel? Then
she remembered. Her mother's house. She smiled. It
felt good to know that Mom knew. And there was
something indescribably naughty about being snuggled
in the arms of a naked man while in her old bedroom.

She felt his hand move down her, a long, slow,
sensuous massage that began at her shoulder, slid down along the side of her breast and ribs, then curved over her hip to follow the line of her thigh to her knee. "You awake?" he murmured.

"Mmmhmm. What time is it?"

"About half an hour before we need to get up."

"Then how come you already are?"

"I've got some ideas about how to spend the next
thirty minutes."

"Want me to roll over?"

"No, stay like this."

He lowered his mouth to be back of her neck, sucking
gently at the nape. At the same time, he moved his
hand to her breasts, making lazy circles around her
nipples. When he nudged her legs apart with his
erection, he found she was already wet - partially
from excitement and partly because she was still
sticky from their lovemaking of the previous night.
They had never made love in this position before, nor
had they ever made love in the morning. Something
about it - the hour or the position, she wasn't sure
which - filled Dana with a dreamy contentment. It was
different from the frantic encounters they usually had at night; slower, but no less erotic.

He climaxed first this time, which was unusual for
them. Then he slipped a hand around to the front of
her thighs, keeping her aroused from both angles until she came, too. The last of her soft sighs was dying away when they heard a knock at the door.

"Dana? Fox? You two awake?"

Dana was able to catch her breath in time to answer
her mother. "Yes, Mom. We were just about to get out
of bed."

Less than an hour later, Mulder and Scully - having
showered, dressed and packed - were sitting down to
breakfast in Maggie's kitchen.

"Mom, you didn't have to go to all this trouble," Dana protested gently. While she and her husband usually contented themselves with toast and coffee at home, here they were being treated to pancakes, bacon, orange juice ant coffee.

"I like to cook, sweetheart. I miss having a family of six demanding three meals a day. Besides, while I'm not trying to pump you for information, I have a
feeling accomplishing this mysterious mission of yours might include airline food."

Dana and Fox smiled. A few minutes later, they kissed
Maggie goodbye and walked to Skinner's car. "You two
take care of each other and be sure to call me when
you get back," Maggie said in parting.

Once seated on the plane, Mulder and Scully entwined
their hands together. For once, they had no case file
to pour over. "Hey, have you ever been to Hawaii
before?" he asked.

"Yes, we lived there from the time I was three until
just after I finished kindergarten. My earliest
memories are from the years we spent there - mostly
going to the beach with Mom and my brothers and sister or waiting for Daddy's ship to come in. But I've never been back since. How about you?"

"Not really. Just to change planes that time I was
chasing Krycek to Hong Kong and back."

"We forgot to take off our rings," Dana said, glancing down at their hands.

"So? We'll take them off when we reach the Honolulu
Field Office. Otherwise, let's just keep them on. I
want people to know you finally made an honest man out of me."

Dana leaned over to kiss him softly.

Still later, after they had changed planes in San
Francisco, Dana let her head droop onto her husband's
shoulder. "I'm going to nap until they sever dinner;
that is, if you don't mind me using you as a pillow."

"Have I ever?"

"I don't recall any objections. Don't you get tired of me always being the one to fall asleep while you stay awake on our stakeouts?

"No. I like watching you sleep. Before we were married you were usually. . . so cool and professional when you were awake. Not always, but too often. But when you were sleeping you were. . .warmer, more vulnerable. I liked the way you snuggled up to me. I liked the degree of trust it showed that you were willing to sleep with me, even in that strictly literal sense."

"I always trusted you; from the very, very beginning."

"I know. I remember our first case, when you came into my room, freaked out by those mosquito bites on your back."

"You trusted me, too. You told me about Samantha that
night."

"We're partners. I knew we had to trust each other.
The funny thing is, I had a tiny glimmering, even that night, back on our first case. . ."

"Of what?" she whispered.

"That someday we were going to love each other."

"Forever, Fox."

He leaned down to kiss her softly on the cheek. "Go to sleep, sweetheart. I'll wake you when they serve
dinner."

Hours later, the plane touched down in Honolulu.
Although only late afternoon local time, it was
midnight by their body clocks. They secured a rental
car, found their luggage and pored over the map
Skinner had given them. They had to fight five o'clock traffic composed of both locals and tourists before finally reaching their destination, a nondescript apartment complex about a mile from the beach. Mulder stretched as he got out of the driver's seat; unlike his wife, he hadn't napped on the plane and he was beginning to feel the effects of being awake for over 18 hours.

"We're supposed to check in with the manager's office, show him our credentials and get the keys," Scully said.

Once this was accomplished, they carried their luggage up to a spacious second floor unit. Its decor was nothing to get excited about, but by stepping out on the balcony and leaning over the rail while standing on her tiptoes, Scully could catch a glimpse of the ocean.

"Let's change into our bathing suits and go for a
swim," she suggested.

"Now? I'm tired."

"C'mon, lover! It'll be fun. If we go to sleep now,
our body clocks will be messed up for days to come. We need to try to stay awake until at least eight or nine local time. We ate dinner on the plane and the beaches will be less crowded this time of day, because most of the tourists have been on them all day and are heading for restaurants or luaus or whatever."

Mulder smiled at her. As much as he enjoyed swimming,
he really didn't feel like going to the beach right
now. But she was a doctor and so probably had the
right idea about avoiding jet lag. Besides, she wanted to and how often did she ask anything of him?

"Okay," he answered. Dana emerged a few minutes later
wearing sandals and a cover-up, presumably with a
bathing suit beneath it. After a quick stop by a
convenience store to buy suntan lotion, they reached
the beach.

Mulder was busy spreading out their towels, so he
didn't see his wife remove her cover-up. "Can you put
some lotion on me?" she asked, handing him the bottle. "With my red hair, I burn easily."

"Sure," he said, reaching for the lotion. "I'll be
glad," his voice faltered as he took in what she was
wearing. Or, to be more precise, what she wasn't. He'd assumed Dana would be wearing the same old navy blue suit she wore when they swam laps together at the bureau pool or in various motel pools where they were on assignment. Instead, she was wearing a tiny,
emerald-green bikini that complemented her red-gold
hair and barely covered her. Letting out a
wolf-whistle, he squirted lotion into his hand and
began to stroke it onto her back.

"Where'd you get this suit?"

"Missy made me buy it years ago when we were shopping
together. It never seemed appropriate to wear at the
bureau pool, but it seems like just the thing for a
Hawaiian honeymoon!"

"Dana, darling, you know I love you, but I'm beginning to feel the only Scully woman with any kind of fashion sense was Melissa."

"Well, maybe that I have someone to dress up for I'll
be more, er, dramatic in my choice of clothing."

"That's a mixed blessing. I like seeing you like this, but I'm not sure I want every guy on the beach ogling you. Also, if you're going to wear a suit this tiny, I might have to get one that's a lot larger! Here, turn around and I'll do your front."

"But I like the suit you always wear," Dana murmured,
running her hand along his thigh. "I'll put lotion on
you when you're finished with me."

"Dana," he said with a smile, "I'm never going to be
finished with you."

After they'd both been liberally doused with
sunscreen, they ran out into the water. Scully
squealed as the cool Pacific water splashed over her
legs. They swam out a ways, then turned to float on
their backs, holding hands. After a while, he stood
up, his feet barely touching the bottom, and lifted
her so that their faces were level. "Here, I want to
try something. Kiss me."

Dana wrapped her arms around his neck and touched her
mouth to his. He flicked his tongue against her lips
and she opened to him. As the kiss deepened, he
dropped to his knees and let a wave wash over them.
For just a moment, she was surprised. The difference
in temperature from the hot tropical sun to the cool
water was startling; it left his mouth as the only
source of heat. After a minute, he stood back up. Dana was embarrassed to realize that while they'd been underwater, she'd wrapped her legs around his hips.

"You ready to go back home?" he murmured against her
mouth.

"Yes."

He smiled and kissed her once more, then gently
disentangled her arms and legs from his body. "I'll
race you."

It was no contest. Scully was a good swimmer, but
between her husband's longer arms and legs and the
fact that she was wearing a suit designed more to
entice him than race him, he was on the sand before
she was to a point where she could stop swimming and
wade.

Once they got back to their apartment, he said, "Let's see how the shower works. I don't really want to go to bed all salty and sandy."

"Okay," Dana agreed shedding her suit. "By the time we finish in the bathroom and, um, in the bedroom, it
should be late enough for us to go to sleep without
messing up our body clocks too much."

Mulder stripped out of his own suit and reached to
adjust the shower. He was trying to behave himself,
but a certain part of his body seemed to have
developed a mind of its own. Even though Dana wasn't
touching him, the knowledge that she was in the same
room, and they were both naked, was enough to turn him on.

As they stepped into the shower, he let her stand in
front where the warm spray could wash over her. She
sighed and stretched, pushing her small breasts
upward.

"You keep doing that and we're not even going to make
it into the bedroom," he said, reaching around to grab her bottom.

"We made love in the shower once before," she reminded
him.

"Yeah and we will again. But not tonight, baby. I'm
too tired and I'm afraid I might drop you. So be good
for just a few more minutes and then," he lowered his
voice suggestively, "you can start being bad."

Dana knew he was making sense, but she didn't feel
like being sensible. That was for the other Dana
Scully, the one who wore one-piece bathing suits and
had spent six years fighting her attraction for her
sexy partner. Now she was married and wearing bikinis
and not particularly interested in playing by the
rules. So, when he maneuvered her so that he was the
one standing directly under the spray, she dropped to
her knees and engulfed him with her mouth.

Mulder was shocked. There'd been no warning of what
she was about to do, no trail of kisses down his
abdomen like there usually was when she was about to
pleasure him that way. Just her mouth, wetter and
warmer than the surrounding shower, sucking on him
powerfully enough to make him brace his arms against
the tiles and let out a moan that would have been
heard in the next unit were it not for the water
drowning him out.

He moved one hand to her hair. He could feel himself
getting bigger and was afraid he might come before
she'd even had a chance to have any fun, but couldn't
quite bring himself to tell her to stop. It felt too
damned good!

Eventually, she came up for air. And she smiled at
him, a sexy, naughty, knowing grin that turned him on
almost as much as what she'd been doing moments
before.

Mulder turned off the shower and wrapped a towel
around his wife, then slung one casually around his
own hips. He rubbed the towel quickly over her,
watching her nipples harden as he teased them with the texture off the nubby terry cloth, then dried himself off enough so that they wouldn't soak the bed. Taking her hand, he led her to the bed and sat down, pulling her with him.

"Wanna sixty-nine?" he asked with a smile.

"Probably. What is it?"

"You don't know?"

"It's not a term I'm familiar with, but from the way
you're smiling I assume I'm going to enjoy it."

Mulder reached out to brush his fingertips down her
face. One of the things that turned him on most about
her was the fact that so much of the intimate side of
their marriage was new to her. He hadn't expected her
to be a thirty-four-year-old virgin, and she wasn't.
But her pre-marital experience had been a lot more
limited than his was and apparently all of it had been straight-laced and almost clinical. Scully was a
doctor and an F.B.I. agent. When put in medical or
scientific terms, there was nothing about the human
body that she didn't understand. When put in the
earthy words lovers use to ask each other for
pleasure, she sometimes had no idea what was about to
happen.

"Our mouths, sweetheart," he said, tracing her lips
with an index finger. "You do me while I'm doing you."

"Okay, but how?"

He lay back against the pillows. "Get on top of me.
Put your mouth where  you had it before and spread
your legs so that I can use my mouth on you."

She complied, straddling him. Placing her hands on
each side of his hips and her knees near his
shoulders, she bent down to take him in her mouth
again.

For a moment, he concentrated on the pleasure she was
giving him. Then he began stroking her inner thighs
and running his fingers gently across her bottom. He
could see her opening up, getting wetter. He leaned
his upper body forward, careful not to move his pelvis or dislodge her mouth. He slipped his tongue into her hot, wet center. He felt her twitch and heard her sudden intake of breath. He knew she'd moan if she could and the fact that she had him in her mouth to prevent her from doing so just turned him on more. He began to lick and suck, feeling her throb against his tongue.

Finally, she lifted her head. "Are we just going to do this or are we going to. . .?"

He removed his mouth just far enough away from her to
speak. "Which do you want?"

She was silent for a moment, debating. "I want you to, um,"

"Say it, Dana." In their weeks of marriage, she'd
asked him to enter her or make love to her. She'd
never actually used the four-letter word he preferred
for intercourse when he was this aroused. But she did
now, murmuring it against his skin as she peered at
him, upside-down, from between her parted legs.

"You stay like that," he said, wiggling out from
beneath her, then kneeling behind her. "I want to do
it this way."

Bracing his hands on her bottom, he slipped into her
slowly.

"Oooh," she gasped.

"Is it not comfortable for you like this, sweetheart?" He desperately wanted to make love to her in this position, but not if it was causing her pain.

"I'm okay. Just go slow."

Dana breathed in deeply and let it back out as a low
moan. Making love in this position was her second new
experience of the evening. It wasn't painful, exactly, but it was putting more pressure on her inner muscles than she was used to. She had a vague, wispy recollection of once thinking that this position would be demeaning. Once, it seemed, she would have viewed much of what she and her husband did together as unsavory, but not now. Not with him. Even before their marriage, she had sometimes shocked herself with the decadent details of the fantasies she had featuring the two of them together. For years, she had made love to him in her mind with more imagination and aggressiveness than she had ever used in her two previous actual sexual relationships. Now they were busy fulfilling all her dreams.

Scully reared up against him as she felt his mouth nip lightly at her shoulder. As he grasped her hips and pushed himself all the way in, she moaned again. She felt him spilling into her and, at the same time, felt her own muscles contract in a climax so intense she was left shaking afterwards.

Later, lying in his arms, she reached up to smooth his hair away from his forehead. "I love you."

"Love you, too," he mumbled, pulling her closer as he
drifted off to sleep.