Dana Scully was just entering her apartment when the
phone rang.  "Scully," she answered.

"Hey, Scully, it's me." She smiled when she heard the
voice of her partner - and husband - on the other end.

"What's up, Mulder?"

"Can you pack some stuff for both of us in an
overnight bag? Something's come up that's going to
take us out of town this weekend."

"Mulder, we just finished a case!"

"I know, Scully, I know."

She sighed. "Are we flying or driving?"

"Driving. We'll probably need mostly casual clothes.
I'll be by to pick you up in about twenty minutes."

"Okay," Scully said, sighing as she hung up the phone. It was Friday afternoon and she had really been looking forward to a nice, relaxing weekend, not
another case relating to the X-Files. Still, it wasn't like they wouldn't have *any* fun this weekend, she reminded herself. Although they still worked long hours, ever since their marriage Scully had realized that there were ways of. . . persuading. . .Mulder to think of things other than aliens, conspiracies and paranormal phenomena.

Scully was zipping up the overnight bag when she heard Mulder's key in the lock.

"Hi!" she said as he entered the bedroom.

"Hi!" he greeted her. His eyes were shining and she
got the feeling he was excited about something.
Probably an X-File. Or maybe not, she thought with a
smile as he pulled her close and bent his lips to
hers. Mulder was one helluva kisser, she thought
dreamily as he leisurely explored her mouth. Even
after several months of marriage, she still got turned on by kissing him.

When they finally came up for air, they were both
smiling. "Let me change real quick and we'll get
going. You look nice, by the way."

"Oh. Thanks," she said. Scully had changed into a
simple sundress when she came home. Unlike the
stereotypical inattentive husband, Mulder always
noticed what she was wearing. He changed out of his
suit and into shorts and a T-shirt, then they left.

As they pulled onto the Beltway, Scully asked, "So
what's the case and where is it taking us?"

Mulder grinned at her. "Who said anything about a
case, Scully?"

"You did, when we talking on the phone you said," she
paused.

"I said something had come up that would involve us
being out of town this weekend. I didn't say it was an X-File."

"Mulder, you sneak! Where are we going?"

"The summer house in Rhode Island. After you left the
office, I got a call from Dad's lawyer. Well, my
lawyer now, I guess, although it seems hard to think
of him that way. Anyhow, he told me the couple that
had been renting the house had vacated a few days
before the month was over. He asked me if I wanted him to try to find a renter for this weekend and I told him not to bother, that my wife and I would use it ourselves this weekend."

"You told him we were married?"

"Well, I figured he should know, Dana. The life we
lead. . .I mean, something could happen to me. I
wouldn't want you having to go through a lot of hassle to prove we were married. In fact, he's asked us to stop by his house on our way home Sunday afternoon."

By the time they reached the summer house, having
stopped en route to buy provisions for the weekend, it was dark. After they'd unloaded the groceries and
their suitcases, Scully wandered out onto the back
porch.

"Mmm!" she sighed. "I can smell the ocean! This was a
wonderful idea, Mulder!"

"I thought so," he agreed, coming up behind her and
wrapping his arms around her. He leaned his face over
her shoulder to nibble on her ear.

"Know what this kind of reminds me of?"

"What?"

"That night you taught me how to hit a baseball."

"Well, the position's the same," he agreed. "But
tonight I intend on scoring in a different sort of
way!"

Scully smiled up at him. "I love you so much!"

"I love you, too, Scully. With all my heart."

They kissed for a long moment, the sound of their
beating hearts drowning out the pounding of the nearby ocean.

"Want to go inside to bed?" he asked.  His arousal was evident to her as she snuggled against him.

"I've got a better idea. Is that a swing down there on that tree?"

"Oh, God, Scully! Are you suggesting what I think
you're suggesting?"

"I thought you were a fan of extreme possibilities,
Agent Mulder!"

With a grin, Scully twisted out of his arms and ran
lithely down the steps and across the grass. Mulder
gave her enough of a head-start to make sure he
wouldn't outdistance her too quickly, then sprinted in pursuit.

They reached the swing at the same time, laughing and
out of breath. "Exactly what did you have in mind?"
Mulder inquired.

"When you and Samantha were children, did you ever do
spiders on this swing?"

"Spiders?"

"It's a way for two kids to share the same swing. We
used to do it all the time when we were kids, because
there were four of us and most playsets only have two
swings."

"I must have missed out on that aspect of childhood,
Dana."

"Well, since you taught me how to hit a baseball, I
guess it's time for me to return the favor. Sit down
in the swing, Fox."

Mulder obeyed. As soon as he was seated, Scully
climbed into his lap, facing him, and straddled him.
"Now, you swing! When we were kids, we used to have
races, to see which team could go higher. Me and Bill
or Missy and Chuck. It was evenly matched that way,
because Bill's legs were longer than Missy's, but I
was heavier than Chuck."

"Dana, please! I really don't want to think about your brother right now."

She giggled. "Okay. But get going!"

Mulder pushed back with his long legs and set the
swing in motion. By leaning backwards and pulling on
the ropes at the same time he was propelling himself
forward with his legs, Mulder soon had them flying
high and fast. Scully laughed and leaned into him, the two of them matching in perfect rhythm.

Every time the swing reached the zenith of its arc,
Scully fell against her husband's body. Her breasts
pushed against his chest, her ass pressed down on his
thighs and her warm, moist center bumped against his
straining arousal.

"Scully?"

"Yes, Mulder?"

"Do you think we could get off the swing - just for a
minute - to remove some of our clothing?"

"Slow down, but stay seated, Fox."

"Yes, Ma'am!"

As Mulder dragged his feet on the ground to bring the
swing to a stop, Scully nimbly disentangled herself
and hopped off. She quickly kicked off her sandals,
then slid off her panties. She unzipped her husband's
shorts and lifted his cock free through the opening in the front of his boxers. Then she resumed her former position, holding onto the swing with one hand and using the other to guide him into her.

"Jesus, Scully!" Mulder grunted through gritted teeth.

She smiled into his eyes. "Can you swing us some
more?"

He nodded and began to pump the swing again. As his
rhythm increased, he moaned. This was incredible. He
wasn't really moving his hips at all, but with every
arc of the swing, he thrust deeper into her body, then slipped partially out. He could feel her wiggling on him, her ass squirming against his bare thighs, her breath hot in his ear. She had wrapped her legs securely around his waist now, whether from fear of falling or a desire to have him penetrate her more deeply he wasn't sure.

"More, Mulder," Scully panted. She squirmed wildly
atop him, then moaned her release.

Mulder stopped his pumping motion and the swing slowly drifted to a stop.

"Fox? You didn't. . ."

"I don't think I'm going to be able to come like this, Dana. I need more. . .leverage."

"Want to go back inside? Or just lie down in the
grass?"

"No, I think we can still use the swing to our
advantage. We just need to shift position. Get up for
a minute."

Scully complied, whimpering softly at the loss of
contact. The night air seemed too cool without the
heat of his body surrounding her.

"Do you remember that home video of Bill and Tara's
your Mom showed us the last time we were over at her
house? The one with Matthew at the park?" Mulder
asked.

"Yeah. It was funny. He was too little to actually sit up in the swing, so he was lying on his tummy and. . ." Scully paused as the light bulb clicked on. "You want me to do that?"

"Mmmhmm," her husband murmured, wrapping his arms
around her from behind. "Here." He whipped his shirt
off over his head. "We'll put this down and bunch up
your dress to sort of. . .cushion your stomach."

Mulder lifted the swing high enough so that she could
rest her stomach on it, then slowly slid into her.
Damn! he thought, gritting his teeth. This was
intense. He'd entered her from behind before, but he'd been kneeling then. Now he was standing and with every thrust of his cock the swing rocked gently. The
sensation was unbelievable.

Scully squirmed on the swing. She'd never felt
anything like this. No part of her body was in contact with solid ground. She was draped over the swing and anchored to reality only by Mulder's hands on her hip and arousal embedded deep inside her. Normally she was a person who prized being in control, and by all rights this situation should have been disquieting for her. But the knowledge that the man who had her in such a precarious position was Mulder - her husband, her partner, her mate in both body and soul - freed her from fear or doubt and allowed her to enjoy the situation.

Mulder continued in a slow, easy rhythm. When he
lifted Scully against him for one final thrust, he was rewarded by feeling her climax again, just as he did.

Pulling her down so they both tumbled into the grass,
Mulder said, "Scully?"

"Mmm?"

"If I ever again accuse you of refusing to be open to
extreme possibilities, feel free to shoot me!"