TITLE: "New Valenki" parts 1-3 AUTHOR: Kirsten Kerkhof * kirsten_xf@yahoo.com RATING: NC-17 CLASSIFICATION: Mulder-Scully Romance. William-fic KEYWORDS: S R H A SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully have some free time on their hand. Smut ensues. DISCLAIMER: Nope. Not mine. FEEDBACK: Oh, please do ... For a Mulder and a bowl of strawberries? *~*~* Sleep-sleep-sleep We'll buy valenki for our little son. We'll put them on our son's little legs, We'll show him the way on the little road. Our little son will go step by step, And he will wear new valenki! *~*~* http://www.mamalisa.com/world/russiaas.html XxXxX "New Valenki" XxXxX PART 1/6 MAGGIE SCULLY'S HOUSE Rating: R It's one of the first really gorgeous days of the year and we're not even stuck in the office for a change. No, Mulder has requested and obtained some vacation time for the two of us - well, we were way overdue anyway and Skinner seemed awfully eager to get us out of the building for a little while - and here we are, spending the days at my mother's house. It appears that, some time ago, Mulder promised Mom to do some gardening of the heavy kind for her and, with the glorious weather currently upon us, it seemed like the ideal opportunity for our little family to go and see Mom. I'm sitting on the patio near the house, the sun playing over my legs. I'm not too convinced they'll tan, but a girl can dream, right? William is on his little blanket next to me, safely in the shade. He's asleep, no doubt rendered drowsy by the summer warmth. I lazily stroke his little head and the soft hairs on top. I love him to bits, my own little miracle baby. Then I turn my attention back towards the garden, enjoying watching Mulder turn the ground with a fury that is mesmerising to behold. He's stripped his t-shirt and he's down to just his old jeans. His torso is gleaming with sweat. It makes me smile as I'm hit by it all over again: he's beautiful. Really really beautiful. You know, Mulder's beautiful even in the most literal sense of the word. Beautiful. Full of beauty. He is, no doubt about it. I honestly cannot think of a single thing about him that I do not like. Even his more questionable qualities are still essential parts of what makes him the man I very nearly worship. He has stopped momentarily to wipe the sweat from his face. As he stands straight he stretches, no doubt to stretch and relax the muscles in his shoulders and back. I can't help a little gasp as I watch the supple play of muscles and tendons under his skin. He looks so good. He was in perfect shape when I first met him, but during the past the years, due to our demanding life on the X-Files, he found it increasingly difficult to stay in top-shape. He was still extremely fit, necessary to do the job, but he'd lost the toned muscles. Until he turned forty that is. I never said a word about it and I'm pretty sure neither did anyone else, but somehow it seemed like he felt he was getting old or something and he needed to get his body back in shape. And with the changes to our personal lives he was actually able to find time to really work out again. I'm not complaining. He flashes me a toothy smile and runs a hand through his hair, damp with sweat. After a quick look at William, who is still sleeping peacefully, I get up, take the bottle of sun lotion and walk across the lawn towards him. "I didn't realise it had been that long," he says, looking at the bottle. "Neither did I, but I'd hate to see you get a sunburn," I answer, as he dutifully lowers himself a little so I can comfortably reach his shoulders. His hands land on my hips. "You know I don't burn that easily," he says softly as I squirt a small dollop of sun lotion onto his skin and begin to work it in, going slowly and thoroughly. "I know," I say softly, trying to keep my voice even. His skin is very hot and the silkiness stirs parts of me that should not be affected right now. His eyes are deep and intense as they focus on my face while I apply the protective layer of sun lotion. "Are you enjoying watching me work, Scully?" he asks in a low voice. I nod and smile. I smile a lot these days, no longer being hindered by any false and ridiculous notions that a smile might possibly harm our relationship. It's my personal opinion nowadays that there can never be enough smiles in my life. "I am," I reply, running my hands over his biceps. I'd love to say more but I can't take my eyes off his face, his eyes are like two magnets and I'm unable to resist them. He curls his index finger under my chin and slowly draws me in for a kiss, taking the bottle of sun lotion from my powerless fingers. Quite of their own will my hands land on his chest as we deepen the kiss and then I've forgotten everything. My God, this man can kiss ... I have absolutely no idea how long it is before we break from our kiss, breathless and both undeniably aroused. He drops a rain of hot little kisses on my neck and collar bone and I feel my legs literally go weak with pleasure. "Wow, steady, girl," he grins, catching me. I feel a blush washing across my cheeks that has nothing to do with the summer heat. "Did I do that?" I smile and nod, moving my lips across his to form the word 'yes', just barely touching. The soft touch doesn't lessen my desire one little bit though, I'm still nearly drunk with desire. We haven't made love since I gave birth but it just can't be long now before we have to give in to our needs, we want each other too much. In the meantime, however, it's nice to know I can still turn him on. "I should get on with turning the soil," he says with just a trace amount of regret. He seems as reluctant to break the embrace as I am. "Your Mom wants this plot finished before supper and I still have a fair bit left to do." He grabs the spade with his left hand as he kisses me lingeringly on my forehead. Then he walks back to where he'd stopped. With my mind still reeling from his kisses, I go back to William who has woken up and is trying his best to turn over onto his tummy. I sit down beside him and pick him up, resting him in my arms. "Hello, sweetheart, did you sleep well?" I say softly. The only answer I receive is a little quivering lip before he starts to wail. It's feeding time for this little fellow, so I unbutton the linen shirt and my bra and start nursing him. He's really hungry. My siblings and I were all strictly bottle-fed kids, and it took a little adjusting for Mom when I told her I was going to breast-feed my baby, but I'm determined to give my child the best possible start in life and there's simply nothing that can beat breast-feeding. Mom quickly accepted my decision, but then again William had already charmed her into accepting just about anything. He has a way with making people, especially women, run for him. We'll have to watch him in sixteen years, Mulder and I ... I see Mulder throw down the spade and walk up to me. "You finished?" I ask when he's within ear-shot. He shakes his head. "No, I don't think I'll be able to finish this lot today." I look at the results of his labour. "You've done a lot of work. I thought this was supposed to be a vacation." He smiles as he sits down next to me, his shoulders and hips touching mine. "Oh, it is, Scully. It is." He wipes the sweat from his face. "It's nice here in the shade." I smile, but do not answer as I look at our son, who is regarding me intently as he quietly drinks. His eyelids start to droop and my nipple slips from his mouth, a bit of milk running down his chubby little chin, before he gives a cracking wide yawn. "Our little guy is getting sleepy again," I remark softly. "What a life," Mulder comments and I grin. "Let him enjoy it while it lasts," I reply, making Mulder grin as well. He leans in and we kiss softly. His smile is gone when we part. "At times like these, I envy you so, Scully," he says softly. I frown. "Why is that?" He strokes William's head, his fingers lingering. "Because of the bond you have with him, a bond only a mother can have with her child." There is a tone of unspeakable sadness and regret in his voice and I feel a lump in my throat. I have to swallow hard before I can answer. "I can't take that feeling away, Mulder, but please don't ever feel left out in any way. He is as much your baby as he is mine." I notice the total inadequacy of my words and pray he knows what I mean. I see the longing in his eyes and I hand him William, who is almost asleep, to hold for as long as he desires. He cradles William in his arms and against his chest, bending over a little, sheltering him. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and back, feeling the intense love he emits. "I'm going to be so good for you, little guy, no one is going to harm you and no one is going to take you away from mommy and me and I'm going to be the best daddy a boy could ever have wished for." William is sucking his little fist as he looks up at his father, his eyes droopy. They close when Mulder presses a soft kiss on his forehead. "Go to sleep, little baby," he whispers, "grow tall and strong and handsome and make mommy and me so very proud of you." I think I'm gonna cry now. Don't get me wrong when I say that I never quite expected these words from Mulder, because I'm so glad he said them. It's just that it's so touching, so sweet ... He sits up a little and looks at me. I smile before I rest my head on his shoulder and a soft sigh escapes me. Yes, I am sure of it now, finally I have reached perfection, even if it's just for a little while. I feel his head rest against mine and together we are silent. This is how it should be ... XxXxX We've been sitting side by side for quite a while when Mom comes up to us. She halts, a small distance away and just watches, smiling, before she approaches us further. "You still awake?" she smiles. I can't help but smile back. She's right. The warmth and the general feeling of supreme contentedness have made me definitely drowsy. My head is resting on Mulder's shoulder and his head is resting on mine. William is sound asleep in Mulder's arms. "Only half, I guess," I say softly as I close my eyes and rub my cheek across Mulder's shoulder. Mmm ... I hear and feel him chuckle. "You've done an awful lot of work, sweetheart," she says to Mulder. "I never thought you'd get this far in a single day." I feel him smile. "Anything for you, Mrs Scully." Mom smiles. "Please, Fox, call me Maggie if you're uncomfortable with calling me Mom. But 'Mrs Scully' sounds so distant." "Sorry, Mrs Sc - Maggie," he says. She pats his arm with motherly affection. "That's all right, honey." Then she sits down beside him, looking at William. "How's our little boy doing?" "Sleeping off his lunch," I answer. She smiles at me. "You know what," she says, "why don't you leave him with me for a bit and go into town, treat yourselves, enjoy your vacation and each other. The weather is gorgeous." Mulder and I look at each other. It's definitely tempting, it's just that I'm loath to leave William alone for even the shortest period of time. I'm so paranoid when it comes to him. As always Mulder senses what's wrong and he smiles at me. "Let's do it, Scully, it'll be great to go into town." No matter how badly I want this, I'm still not sure ... He starts to laugh. "Your Mom raised all four of you virtually by herself, Scully, I'm pretty sure she'll manage William." My smile is a bit embarrassed. He is right of course. Then he grows more serious. "I know what you mean. I don't want him out of my sight, either, but we can't watch him forever." "I know," I say softly, "it's just that I want to watch out for him while I still can." I look at him and with my eyes give him permission to hand William to Mom, which he does. Then he leans in for a quick kiss. "I understand," he says, "and I love you madly for it." I feel a delicious tingle dancing down my back at his words. "He's in good hands," I say softly, trying to cover the excitement he's caused in me. Then I get to my feet. He follows my example. "I'll just go and grab a quick shower and get changed. I'll be down in ten minutes, okay?" "Can I time you, Mulder?" I grin. He matches my grin with one of his own. "Naturally. How about the loser buying the other one a drink in town?" "It's a deal," I say, laughing. "Hurry up, you're losing valuable seconds!" He laughs, sprinting towards the house. When he's out of sight, I'm joined by Mom who is still carrying William, sleeping like the little angel he is. "You see, sweetheart, he really is the man for you," she says and I smile, agreeing fully. XxXxX We're sitting in a little coffee house, just off the main street. We ordered two cups of cappuccino - my treat, he was down in exactly nine minutes and forty-seven seconds - and we're waiting for the waitress to return with our order. So right now we're just sitting here, smiling, not saying anything. There is nothing that needs to be said. I look aside for a moment, seeing the gifts we bought for William and Mom. There are two people who are about to be spoilt rotten by Mulder and myself, but I just can't help indulging the people I love most in the world a bit. Although, speaking of indulging people, I have been a victim of that as well today, with Mulder having insisted on buying me way too many things. I couldn't help protesting, but he wouldn't have any of it, claiming that, having sold his father's house, he had the means to buy me whatever I wanted and that he was going to do it too ... I didn't have the heart to refuse him. Silently it felt almost decadent as I have always been quite spartan in my wants, and it felt good to let go of that for a change. Although I'm pretty convinced the lingerie, sitting in that Victoria's Secret bag, is not entirely for my exclusive pleasure ... "Hey, earth to Scully?" I hear him say. I've been day-dreaming again. "Yes?" He reaches out and takes my hand. "This was a great idea," he says and I nod. We haven't had a break away together without William ever since Mulder was returned to me. And none of that is Mulder's fault, it's only that I won't let William out of my sight, I'm so scared something will happen to him. I do trust Mom though - and she is absolutely the only one except for Mulder and myself. "When will you have to go back to hospital?" I ask. He sighs softly. "Next Thursday. But it should be just a routine check-up and it's probably the last time as well." "So everything is back to normal then?" He shakes his head. "No, for one thing my blood work is still abnormal, but there's nothing they can do about that, so they figured I should just give my body time to recover." I nod again. He had several blood transfusions to try and settle the production of blood cells that threatened to go haywire, but his body just wouldn't be fooled. And at least it all seems under control now, if not back to normal. The waitress returns with our coffees and, with our fingers interlocked, we are silent for a bit. Then he clears his throat. "I ... erm ... talked to Dr Marciano about what effect the foreign organisms in my body could have and he thought they had lost their capabilities to harm anyone except perhaps me ..." I look at his face, trying to interpret his words through his expression. "What do you mean, Mulder?" He closes his eyes momentarily and his voice is soft. "I don't ever want to hurt you, Scully ..." I smile. "I know that ..." He shakes his head. "No, not like that. It's like ..." I caress his hand with my thumb, trying to settle his nerves. Seeing Mulder nervous only happens rarely, but I'm never proud when I'm the reason for it. "Just tell me what he told you." He looks at me and flashes me his famous lop- sided smile. "He told me that the organisms were present only in my blood and in very small quantities as well, and that they could not be transmitted through any other exchange of bodily fluids so ..." I feel a little rush of heat invade my body. "So, you mean that, should the occasion arise and we do have a bit of privacy ..." His eyes heat up for a second. " ... we should be safe to make love," he finishes for me. I lift his hands to my lips and kiss the fingertips, a bit hotter than perhaps necessary. "That is good ..." XxXxXxXxX PART 2/6 MAGGIE SCULLY'S HOUSE Rating: R We arrive home to an empty house. Involuntarily panic floods me for just a moment, but Mulder's already found a note from Mom, telling us she's gone to visit the neighbours for the afternoon and has taken William with her. I grab the phone and dial the neighbours' number. Lisa, the wife, answers. "Hi, Lisa, it's Dana here. Is Maggie there?" "Of course," Lisa answers and a moment later I hear Mom's voice. "Hello, darling," she says, "did you and Fox have a good time?" I smile. "We had a lovely time, it was a fantastic suggestion. How's William?" "Asleep in his little cradle. I'm glad you're home, though, he'll be needing his feed soon and I forgot to bring a bottle with me." I look at my watch. "He should be fine for another half hour," I answer. I'm keen to see my son again, but Mom needs her social time, too, and I can't take that away from her, just because I want to be with my baby. "No need to hurry. I'll tell you what, Mulder and I will start supper and you come home in about thirty minutes, okay?" I can hear her smile. "If you're that certain, that's fine, sweetheart. Enjoy yourselves!" "We will. Bye, Mom," I answer, before hanging up the phone. I let out a gasp when I feel Mulder's arms around my waist, his lips nibbling at the soft skin of my neck. I moan softly as my head spins with the sensation. This man's going to be the death of me someday, he turns me on so much and he only needs to be in the same room with me. So just imagine what those kisses are doing to my insides ... "Thirty whole minutes?" he says in a low voice that vibrates through my entire body. I ought to admonish him, but I just can't think of a reason why. Instead I choose to savour and enjoy the heady sensation. It won't lead to anything really substantial just yet, but at least it will solve a bit of the sexual tension that has been going on between us for the past week or so. "Thirty whole minutes," I whisper affirmatively. I feel the heat of his body pressing into my back as he stands behind me. I can feel him from the top of my head to the soles of my feet - and whatever part isn't touching feels awfully cold and bereft. I've closed my eyes, savouring the thrills he brings. His large hands are restless in their slow and thorough trek across my body. I feel my breasts swell and our mutual arousal is obvious. "Mulder," I whisper, just before I moan, trapping my bottom lip between my teeth to keep from uttering more insistent sounds of pleasure. "You know it's not going to lead anywhere just now, don't you?" He presses a fiery kiss just under my ear, suckling just the slightest bit. He's being such a tease - he knows I'm hyper-sensitive there ... Jesus ... "I know, sweetheart, it's okay, I can wait." I turn in his arms and finally get to look at him. His face is flushed and he's panting softly. My God, he's so gorgeous ... I brush my lips across his and his mouth opens a bit wider, absolutely screaming at me, begging to be kissed. And who am I to deny him such a thing? "I know you can," I whisper, pressing my body firmly against his. I can feel his hardness pressing into my belly, causing another rush of heat going due south. "The question is, can I?" These words draw a smile from him. A slow, utterly sensual smile. "You know your Mom best," he says. For a moment I'm totally prepared to throw all caution and good sense to the wind and just throw him down on the sofa and relieve the screaming ache inside of me. Instead I choose to kiss him. It's the closest I can get to a mad round of sex at this very moment anyway. Our kiss is hot and open- mouthed, our tongues meeting and mating in a heated embrace. It's wild and frenzied and ram- packed full of unresolved sexual tension. If this continues - and I pray it will - he won't know what's gonna hit him tonight. "Scully ..." he whispers roughly. "I respect you and your Mom and the agreements we made, but ..." I nod, trying to control my raging breathing and racing heart. "Tonight," I pant. "I don't care anymore, I want you too much." I slowly rotate my hips and he answers with a sharp involutary buck. I smile. "And apparently, so do you." He meets my gaze. He looks scrumptious. He looks good enough to eat and savour. Oh, and I will. Very soon. But not right now. "You're such a tease, Agent Scully ..." he whispers into my neck. "I know, and you love it," I smile. Then I make him look at me. "But much as I'd love to continue our play-time here, Mom's coming home in about fifteen minutes and we still have all the cooking to do." He sighs with a smile. "That's right. We'd better get started or she'll expect something." I laugh. "She never had any doubts and never any objections either, Mulder." His eyes flicker dangerously for a moment. "Ooo, promises ..." I brush my lips across his, teasing him a little, before I move out of his arms. "Tonight, Mulder. Wait till tonight and you won't be complaining." XxXxX Supper was simple but surprisingly good. Mulder had ushered me out of the kitchen to go and set the table and leave the cooking to him. I'd barely started when Mom arrived home with one seriously starving little boy. So she took over my task of setting the table while I enjoyed having my little baby back. I smiled when I saw Mom wasn't allowed into her own kitchen either ... But, whereas it's unlikely he's going to exchange his career in the FBI for a career as a chef, Mulder can cook. And very well, too, when he chooses to. "Mmm, Fox, that was delicious," Mom says as she puts down her knife and fork. Mulder smiles shyly. It's amazing to see how this independent man, who has always been such a loner, is so willing to go out of his way to please my mother. There is very little that can make him happier than a kind word from Maggie Scully. "Well, it wasn't much," he says softly, but I can tell he's enjoying her compliment. "Nonsense, honey, it was fantastic and you know it. And I think you did a great job, don't you, Dana?" I smile at Mulder and give him a wink, before turning to Mom. "Frankly, I must admit I'm amazed at the amount of progress he's made over the course of the past few months. Before, I never saw him do anything more culinary than microwave some take-out Chinese." He pouts but his eyes are twinkling. "Madam, you hurt me!" I snicker. "That'll be the day ..." Meanwhile behind us, William is audibly enjoying himself in his playpen. It's all it takes to trigger Mom into her mothering-mode. "Come you two, go and play with your son while I do the dishes." We don't protest as we push our chairs back and walk over to the playpen. Mulder lifts William out of the pen and we sit down on the floor. "Don't we make an adorable little family?" Mulder grins and I smile. Who would've thought ... "It's unbelievable, yeah," I reply. He has pulled up his knees and William is lying on his father's thighs, studying him with all the intensity a baby can muster. His tiny fists are clasped securely around Mulder's thumbs and a beaming smile appears when Mulder starts to softly sing a nursery song, accompanying his words with movements of his hands. I have never heard that song before, nor can I understand it. "What was that song, Mulder?" I ask, when he's finished. "Actually, it's a Russian nursery song, called 'New Valenki'. Valenki are a kind of felt boots people wore in some parts of Russia," he says. "I bet you didn't know my Mom was fluent in Russian, did you?" I smile, though not wholeheartedly. Somehow the mentioning of his mother is darkening my mood a bit. "No, I didn't." He seems to sense my discomfort. "It's all right, neither did I for a very long time. Dad never learned it and my Mom was too busy mourning Samantha to teach me, so the only Russian I speak is this silly song." "I don't think it's a silly song," I say softly. "It sounded really sweet and William loved it." Mulder strokes William's chubby little cheeks. It draws a delightful giggle from him. "Yes, he did ..." William is reaching up and his fingers are groping for his father's face. Trust him to make Mulder smile again. 'My family,' I think as I look at them and scoot a little closer, 'my family.' Who would have thought this would ever happen to me ... After a few years in the FBI, teamed up with Fox Mulder, I'd completely given up on the illusion I'd ever see the day I'd be home with a man and a child to call my own. To have and to hold. "Mr and Mrs Spooky and baby Spooky," Mulder whispers. I frown at his words. Why is he using those awful nicknames? He meets my gaze and gives me an apologetical smile. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." "Why did you do it? I always thought you hated being called Spooky. Not to mention that I never enjoyed being called Mrs Spooky," I add matter- of-factly. It makes him smile, lifting our feelings, lightening the atmosphere. His eyes, however, are surprisingly intense. "What?" "This is forever, right?" he says. "You, me, William?" "As far as I have any say in the matter, yes, this is forever," I answer, stroking William's little head. He's regarding the two of us intently. He must have inherited his eyes from his father - though the colour itself is mine - the intense look is breath-taking in its resemblance. "Why?" "Because," he begins, struggling a little to release his right hand from William's little fist and, when he has succeeded, taking my hand, "I was wondering if you would marry me." He places a soft kiss on my fingers as if to reinforce his words. I smile widely now and look at him, trying to read his face. He looks just a little nervous, but mostly he's just hopeful and seems rather confident. I like that. I nod. "Of course I will marry you." "Really?" "Truly," I answer, sealing it. His arm comes around my shoulder and he draws me into his warmth. William has a fine little smile on his face. I'd be willing to bet my next pay- check he knows how loved he is and how much his parents love each other. Kids sense that and I'm very glad about it. "I long for some stability in my life," Mulder says softly, "and you're the only anchor I have." "It would be good for William as well, to have our relationship made official." "It would be, yes," he replies. Then he gives me a hot little smile. "And we can make love properly then!" I allow a knowing smile on my face. "I didn't know there was anything wrong with the way we make love, Mulder." He chuckles and leans in to whisper in my ear, "No, but it's the frequency ..." I giggle and give him a playful punch in the ribs. "You're a pig, Fox Mulder! And I told you, just wait till tonight!" "Oh, goodie ..." he says, his voice tingling my insides. I smile and lean my head on his shoulder, looking at my baby. William seems to have decided that, now that the conversation between Mulder and myself is over, it's time for him to take care of the entertainment, for he's babbling and cooing at us, waving his little hands as he lies on Mulder's legs. Before long we're responding to his enthusiastic attempts at conversation. I reach for Bun Bun, one of William's countless stuffed toys and his undisputed favourite, and wave it in front of his face. He immediately reaches out for it. I let him have it after a couple of tries and he clumsily clutches the grey bunny between his arms. Oh, I could just look at him forever, I think. Correction, I could look at them forever. Both of them. It makes me smile. I'm so blessed ... But, forever or no, Nature will have no denial and I just have to go. "I'm off to the little girls' room," I whisper to Mulder. Trust him to read more into it than I planned. But, despite his sly smile, he doesn't make any off-side remarks. I guess I've trained him well by now. What a silly idea ... When I return I see that Mom has joined them. They have moved to sit on the couch - despite her many protests, Mom isn't getting any younger either - and they make a pretty adorable picture. I decide to wait and just listen to what they're saying before I join them again. "But I wish she'd stop," I hear him say. What the ... "She can't, Fox, that decision had to be made a long time ago, if ever, and it's too late now," Mom answers. I frown. They're so serious, and obviously talking about me. But about what? "It's bad for her. It'll harm her and I'd hate to see that happen ..." he says softly. I see Mom gently rub his back, apparently comforting him. "It was her own decision, honey, it's no use blaming yourself, when there is nothing you can do about it. She stayed because she wanted to." I think I begin to see what the conversation is all about: Mulder's insecurities about why I didn't quit on him a long time ago. Silly man ... "She should've left," he mumbles. "Perhaps so," Mom sighs, "it might have spared her a lot of heart-ache. But then again, she has gained a lot from staying with you." "Nothing she couldn't have had with any other man," Mulder answers and I see him stroke William's forehead. Yeah, right, like I could ever have wanted someone else after I'd met you, Mulder? "Perhaps you're right," Mom says. "Do you want her to leave?" "Oh no, if I say she should leave me, I'm thinking of what is good for her. But if I look at myself and my own utterly selfish motives, I only want her to stay." I see Mom smile. "I think you can safely bet your chips on her staying, Fox. I've never seen her this madly in love before." "She's beautiful, isn't she?" he remarks softly and I feel a lump in my throat. Jesus, I think I'm going to faint with emotions. Not to mention that it just has to be illegal to love a person this much ... "Yes, she is," Mom only answers. I see him smile at William. "Yes, she is. You have the prettiest mommy in the world, you know that? The most beautiful mommy there is." Okay, time to move, I decide. Three people here are in dire need of a hug from me and I'm gonna give it to them. With a couple of kisses thrown in for good measure. "He has a pretty gorgeous dad as well," I say as I wrap my arms around Mulder's shoulders from behind. He looks up, smiling. "Have you been eavesdropping, Scully?" I smile. "Yep. And damn glad I have, too!" He chuckles. "I don't think I should ask how much you've heard?" "Why, have you been gossipping about me?" I ask, trying - and failing - to sound stern. "A bit," he replies, "but nothing to worry about." "Mm-mm," I say, deciding to drop the subject. It isn't important. "Mom, I bet you didn't know Mulder knows a Russian nursing song." "No, I didn't," she answers. "Why don't you sing it, Fox?" He cuts me a look, just short of dirty, and I grin. Oh, I'm gonna pay for this tonight. He's so not going to let me get away with this ... "Thank you so much, Scully," he mumbles, but I can see a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You just had to do this, didn't you?" "You don't like to sing, Fox?" Mom asks and I giggle. No, Mom, he hates it, which is part of the reason I mentioned it. Wicked, Dana ... "Maggie, I can't carry a tune in a bucket," he sighs, sounding a little exasperated. "The last thing you want is to hear me sing." "Oh, sweetheart, it can't be that bad. You're bound to be a better singer than Dana." "Hey!" I protest. Thanks a million, Mom ... Though I guess I deserved it. She laughs. "Don't worry, honey, if you don't want to sing, then I'm not going to push. Though I guess William loves to hear it." "He does," he answers, neatly ignoring her gentle probing. "I think I'll leave the three of you in peace for now and go to bed. I remember from when your Dad and I were younger we loved a bit of privacy and I suspect you're not too different." Mulder and I smile at each other, before we look at Mom. Ah yes, some privacy would indeed be nice ... But first I need to break the news with her, before she's left. It's hardly fair not to tell her. "Can I tell her, Mulder?" I ask. He nods. "Tell me what, hon?" Mom asks, obviously curious. "We ... erm ... spent some time talking today, not in the least when we were in town and we thought that, after all we've been through, it was time to move on with ... what we have together. So ... we're ... we're engaged, Mom," I say softly, suddenly shy. As for Mom, she looks as though her fondest wish has come true. Which, if I may permit myself such liberties, might very well be the case. After all, with poor Missy gone, she only has one daughter left ... And allegedly nothing can make a mother happier than seeing her daughter get married. "Oh, darlings, really? Oh, you've made me so happy!" And with that she engulfs us both in a warm hug. We hug her back and I have to try my hardest to keep the tears at bay. "Oh, do tell me when the big day is," she continues when we've let go of each other. "We don't know yet," Mulder answers, smiling at me. "But I do know it's soon." I nod. We don't have a fixed date yet, that's true, but I agree with him that we're not going to wait long. We've lost too much time already. "Now I'm certain I can sleep well," Mom smiles. "I will tell your Father in my prayers, Dana. He'll be so proud and happy." She gets up and leaves the room, which is only too well, because I'm suddenly close to tears. Oh, Daddy ... "Hey, what's wrong?" Mulder says, caressing my face, his thumb stroking across my cheek. "I've always dreamt of Ahab being ... there when I got married ... but he won't be now, will he ...?" I whisper. He leans in and softly kisses my tears away. "We won't be able to see him, he won't be giving you away, but we both know he'll be there. And, God, he'll be so proud and happy to see his gorgeous daughter there ..." I smile through my tears. "Yes, he will be, won't he?" Mulder nods with a smile. "Of course he will. There's nothing a father loves to see more than seeing his little girl getting married to the man she loves." "I do love you, Mulder," I say. He leans in for a soft kiss, which I can't help but answer. Then I wipe away my tears with the back of my hand, smiling at him. "I love you, too." He hands me William and gets up from the couch, stretching and moaning as his muscles protest. "Damn, I worked too hard today!" I smile. "I could always give you a massage tonight ..." His eyes flicker hotly for just a moment, but it's enough to raise the temperature in the room. At least that's how it feels to me. "That would be nice ..." I smile, resting William in the crook of my arm. It's time for his feed and I can tell he's hungry by the sounds he's making. "Go feed my child, woman," Mulder says, trying and failing to sound stern, and I nearly burst out laughing. "Yes, oh master," I say with a grin, making him laugh. He leans over and gives me a sloppy kiss on the cheek as I shrug off my shirt so I can nurse more easily. "See you upstairs in a little bit," he whispers in my ear. "Oh, and don't bother to put that shirt back on ..." Geez, is it me or did it just get extremely hot in here ...? XxXxXxXxX PART 3/6 MAGGIE SCULLY'S HOUSE Rating: NC-17 It's nearly thirty minutes later when William has been fed, burped, bathed, diapered, dressed and tucked in for the night and I can finally join Mulder. The sexual tension inside me has subsided a little, but I'm not too worried. Instead it has calmed down to the degree where the anticipation is lazily thrumming and circling under my skin, reminding me of what lies ahead, but not pushing. Which, I hope, is something one particular man will most certainly do ... I have, as promised, left my shirt behind, though I am a bit uncertain as to the wisdom of the decision. Maternity bras are not exactly known for their sensual appearance and the last thing I want to see happen is that they kill the mood. But, unfortunately, they're all I can wear at the moment. And Mulder hasn't seemed too put off by them so far. I see him lie on the bed in just his boxers, watching a ball game. Which teams are playing I can't tell from where I am. He turns to look at me the moment I appear in the doorway. "Good evening, gorgeous," he says in a husky voice, raising up a little. I smile. "Good evening to you, handsome," I reply, my voice surprisingly low. Amazingly, I feel really sexy all of a sudden, even in my white linen pants and less-than-clean maternity bra. It's the look in his eyes that tells me I need no red lace half-bras or crotchless panties to make him pay attention. He gets off the bed and approaches me and I slide my hands up his arms as he weaves his fingers through my hair and closes his mouth over mine and proceeds to give me one hell of an impressive kiss. My hands come to rest on his biceps, still hard from the amount of work he's done today. The feeling of these hard, strong muscles make my arousal rachet up a few notches. The need for oxygen has this annoying habit of interrupting the best of kisses at the worst of moments - and this time is no exception. His look is dark and intense when I look at him. "You sure about this, Scully?" he asks in a rough whisper. I smile, touched by the fact that he cares to give me a way out, even when his own thoughts and desires can hardly be ignored. "Absolutely," I reply in a low voice. "Actually, I'm amazed I've held out this long and not jumped your bones a long time ago." He grins. "So you really want me, right?" I match his grin, then lick my lips in a way that has nothing to do with their dryness. Good, because I doubt whether there is any part of me that's still dry. "Oh yeah ... and I think you want to make me pay for nearly making you sing before Mom, don't you?" He smiles, cupping my cheek in his large hand. "I was tempted, but I've decided to let it slip. Unless you want me to make you pay?" I press a kiss on his chin. "Just make love to me, that's all I'm asking." "I can do that, I guess," he replies, before scooping me up in his strong arms. I let out a short yelp, this was certainly not what I expected. He gently lies me down on the bed and I look up at him. He's wearing the most breath-taking smile I have ever seen on him. Jesus, this man really really loves me ... He stretches out beside me and for a moment we only look and smile at each other. We've made love before on countless occasions, and with tonnes more passion and wild abandon, but it's been a few months now and I'm glad we're not rushing. Yet. "I've been waiting for this moment," he says very softly. His hand comes up to stroke my hair. "When I could make love with you again." "Me, too," I reply in a touched whisper. "I won't be hurting you, will I?" he asks, his expression suddenly concerned. "You have to tell me when you need me to stop." "I'll be fine," I reassure him. "Promise you'll make me stop if I'm hurting you, okay?" I smile. Did I ever tell you I love this man? "I promise. But I'm pretty sure you'll get to have your way with me undisturbedly." He grins, leaning in and kissing me. My arms come round his shoulders and together we move closer until we're touching from head to toe. I love the feeling of my flesh touching his, infusing me with his heat and strength and health. I really need to get out of these clothes ... Quite rapidly our kiss, so gentle and sweet when it started, picks up speed and intensity and then he rolls over onto his back, dragging me on top of him. I'm panting and flushed and absolutely wild when we part and gaze into each others eyes. His pupils are dilated and I can feel the proof of his want pressing into my lower back when I sit up. "That was good," I whisper hoarsely. "Wanna do it again?" "You bet," he answers and I lean down to claim his lips again. I'm addicted, drugged up and loving it. I'm high on the drug that is Fox Mulder. Groovy ... The thought makes me laugh, an abrupt end to an unbelievable kiss. "What's so funny?" Mulder asks. "I was thinking: I'm hooked on you, drugged up, addicted to you. And it made me laugh," I smile. He smiles back. "Good thing. That's two happy addicts here then." I laugh. I love being able to laugh with him. In any other relationships I've been in sex was always so serious. It was about accomplising a goal and that needed careful timing and planning and no kidding around. With Mulder, however, I can fool around and laugh and still finish with one hell of an earth-shattering orgasm. He reaches up and slides the straps of my bra down my arms. It sobers me up a little. "We may not stay very clean, Mulder," I say. "Nursing mothers leak milk when they make love." "I wasn't planning on staying clean," he says. "Don't worry, you're beautiful." I undo the hooks of the bra, not wanting to annoy him with a garment he doesn't particularly like to handle. He knows how to deal with them, just prefers a bit of a helping hand. Then he tosses the scrap of cotton over the side of the bed. Already I see two pearly drops of milk clinging to my nipples. He surprises me when, with one finger, he carefully wipes the drops off and tastes them. "Mmm, a bit like coconut milk. Our son has good taste." I laugh again. "It's all he's getting, Mulder. He's had absolutely no say in the matter whatsoever." He grins in reply, making me lie down and cover his body. "Come here, I want to feel you." "Even if I'm gonna leak all over you?" "Even then," he smiles. "You can clean me up in any way you deem fit." "Promises, promises ..." I only say, before I start covering his body with kisses, very slowly heading south. I'm close to his navel when I remember something. "Erm, wasn't it you who wanted to feel me?" His eyes are closed and he's trapped his bottom lip between his teeth. His voice is just a groan when he answers. "Don't worry, you're doing just fine. Don't stop ..." I smile widely as I continue my very pleasant trek down south. God, I'd forgotten how good it feels to give this man pleasure. Or rather, not forgotten, just ... let it slip into the background a little. That is a difference. I'm stopped by the waistband of his boxers. I'm in dubio now, should I leave them on for now or take them off already? They're tented by what looks like quite a formidable erection, which, naturally, holds lots of promises, but nevertheless I decide to leave the decision up to him. Of course, he doesn't put up much of a fight. It's nice to see him squirm a little though. "Mmm, should I ..." I say in a low voice, tracing the line of the waistband with my forefinger, my hand not-so-accidentally touching his penis. " ... or shouldn't I ..." The answer I get is a low groan. Just a groan. But one that travels straight down my spine to pool deep down in my belly. It's all I can do to keep myself from ripping these boxers from his hips, tearing my pants away and impaling myself on him. Instead I want to play. For a bit. "... take 'em off!" I hear, about three feet north of my face. Good job, Mulder, didn't think you'd still be this articulate. I guess that deserves a reward. He assists me as I pull the offending bit of silk - that's my man, he knows what I like - over his erection and down his legs. I toss the boxers over the side of the bed, and for just a moment I sit back to look and admire as he lies here in all his glory. Oh man ... Then I lean over and touch my tongue to the head of his penis. Just touching. For now. I can't remember ever having given him a blow- job. I've always been quite indifferent in my attitude towards giving head - I didn't particularly like it, but I didn't really mind either. And guys usually found it quite a turn-on. At least it prevented them from abusing my poor body to give them the release they sought. It sort of gave me control, and I am a natural-born control-freak. But with Mulder there never was any need. He gave me time, held back his needs if for some reason we weren't entirely in sync. And I'd rather feel him come inside my womb than in my mouth. It's nice to see what he likes, though. I'm smiling a little as I look up at his face, which is contorted in a gorgeous mix of pain and pleasure. Looks like I'm doing something right. I close my hand around the base of his shaft and then I take him in my mouth, slowly going down and taking him in as deep as I can. He lets out a hiss when the head of his cock touches the back of my mouth. "Ahh, Jesus ... Scul-- ... oh, God ..." I'm not going very fast, but I don't want to finish this like this either. So I travel up and down his shaft slowly, sucking just the slightest bit, my hand and tongue caressing and stroking him as I move. I'm loving this, you know. And it's amazing just how quickly I'm bringing him to the edge, even despite the fact that I haven't actually done a lot. I guess there's a lot to be said for staying off the sex for a few months. "... God ... Scully stop! ... Feels too ... too good ... You gotta stop ... I can't ... ahh ... can't come ... yet ..." he groans and I agree with him. He may be really good and have a stamina that would pleasantly surprise any woman, but he is past forty and I want some substantial fun as well. And if I bring him off now, it will be a while before he's ready again. I don't think I can wait quite that long. "Scully ... stop!" With one last soothing kiss on the head I let go and sit back up, looking and smiling. That was really nice. He's panting, his fingers slowly releasing the death-grip they had on the sheets. Slowly he opens his eyes and smiles. "You ... are one dangerous woman, Dana Scully!" "I haven't even done that much," I reply with a wicked grin. "Glad you liked it though." "You are gooood ..." he grins, crooking his finger to beckon me closer. "C'mere." I scoot up to lie next to him and he hooks his fingers under the waistband of my pants and panties, tugging them down in one go. I can feel the wet trail that the sodden panties leave on the insides of my legs. He throws them off the side of the bed and then, at last, we're skin to skin. No barriers, no reservations. Our rest doesn't last long though and before I know it, he's embarked on his own voyage to down under. His first pause, as usual, is my breasts, but he's never had them like this. And, with the nursing, they haven't exactly gone prettier, even if they are a bit larger. I can't see he really minds though, as I feel how he takes first one nipple into his mouth, toys a bit with it and then gently caresses the other with his tongue, soothing the tender flesh. God help me the day I want to take him off his sunflower seeds and please bring me back to reason, because I'm absolutely convinced he's learned most of his awesome tricks whilst shelling those seeds. I'm glad he's not spent too much time at my breasts, though, they're still so sensitive they hurt easily and all I want to feel tonight is pleasure. Then he nuzzles my belly. It's not yet as flat as it was before I got pregnant, even though I have been working out, and I'm not too sure what he thinks of the change. "God, you are so gorgeous," he says, his hands running up and down my sides as he rasps his beard-stubble over my soft flesh. The tingles it brings feel amazing. "If anyone ever asked me what perfection is, I'd just show them a picture of you ..." 'Same here, partner,' I think, but I answer, "Hardly ... hardly perfect, Mulder." "To me you are," he answers. "Fabulous mind and intellect, a perfect body ..." He caresses my navel with his tongue and I moan. "The mother of my baby. My wife, my lover, my confidante and guardian angel. I'm nothing without you. Nothing at all. But just knowing you're with me, well, it makes me pretty good." He looks up for a moment and I'm struck silent by the affection and admiration I see, even when my body is screaming with arousal. "Now tell me again you think you're not perfect." I can't. "Exactly," he just answers my unspoken comment. Then he grins a luscious grin. "Now lie back, relax, and enjoy the ride!" XxXxX I've always thought men of the church were against unmarried people coming together, because they themselves weren't getting any either. Oh, if only they knew how good it can be ... Sweet, innocent Sister Mary Clara, she meant so well when she warned my sister and myself against men when I was thirteen, but she really didn't know what it was all about, did she? No, she didn't. I feel an odd sort of pity for her as I feel Mulder kiss the inside of my thighs, inching ever further up to where my legs meet and where I'm completely on fire. She was such a good, God- fearing woman and as a reward for her piety and devotion to the Lord she never got to experience such heavenly pleasure. Not that I could ever share Mulder, of course. His lips are like little cherubs, kissing and blessing my skin with promises of eternal glory. That thought is destroyed utterly when he reaches my core and starts to suckle my swollen lips. Eternal glory is hardly what I need right now. Give me wicked and devilish any time. I'm letting out a string of groans, moans, pants, pleas and prayers that seems endless, only interrupted by my need to breathe. His tongue is currently playing with my tight little bundle of nerves, just the tip of his tongue, flicking it this way and that, and driving me utterly out of my mind in the process. I feel two fingers slowly entering me and he stops his sweet torture for just a moment. I answer with a elongated moan. " ... ah ah ... Mul- ... don't st- .. don't stop ... please ..." I choke out, my hand landing on his head to coax him back to where I absolutely need him the most. "Yes, my lady," he says only, taking my clitoris between his lips and really sucking now. I yelp with the sensation. Is this even legal? Because it feels just too good to be allowed. There must be a place in this universe where such pleasure is frowned upon. Oh please, God, don't let it be here ... Please ... I can't seem to open my eyes ... I see stars all around me, but nothing else ... Ah, Jesus, is there anything at all this man can't do to perfection? I feel sparks whizzing along my nerves, igniting and exploding at the nerve-endings. I think my neurons are on fire ... Then, seemingly out of the blue, the whole room goes incredibly bright - and then black as I scream, but I don't know what I scream. It's not important. Oh, sweet Lord Jesus, this is the best orgasm I've ever had ... No doubt about it ... "Oh God ... oh ... oh oh oh ... God ... Mulder ... oh Jesus ..." I pant, coming down from my all-time highest feeling of bliss. "... oh man ... Oh God I love you ..." I shake my head. I feel drunk and giddy. "... no ... not God ... I love you, Mulder ... oh man ..." I drag my eyes open to see him grin at me. Score one for the ego-boost, I suppose. He's licking his lips and I moan, knowing very well what the wetness is he's licking away. "Welcome home, sweet girl," he says, crawling up and covering me. I feel his rock-hard burning erection pushing at my core. Oh yeah, that is exactly where I need him. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him down. "Oh, Mulder ... that was ... incredible," I sigh, pulling his head down to kiss him. "Just plain incredible." Then I kiss him, tasting myself in his mouth. Mixed with the pure taste of him, it's the most effective aphrodisiac anyone could have invented. I feel the head of his cock push at my entrance, nudging inside just the slightest bit. I need more of him. "I need you," I say softly against his lips, still breathless from my climax. "I need you inside me. Now." Oh man, you never really forget, do you? The feeling of having the man you just totally adore and worship buried deep inside you, of being joined and interconnected in the most intimate way possible. If I ever felt I was part of him, was physically connected to him, then it must be at this very moment that he's completely inside of me. "Jesus, Dana ... I'm gonna die here ..." he groans. "Don't you dare die on me," I reply with a smile. "I'm not finished with you yet!" "Want to have your evil little ways with me, Ms Scully?" he smiles as he starts to pull out and then push back in. I moan before I can answer, feeling the walls of my vagina stretch to accommodate him. Then I grin. "Absolutely. I've tasted heaven, I want some more!" "Ah, a challenge!" he says and starts moving in earnest. "I can't resist a challenge." I sigh happily as he moves again. Oh, this is too good, too good to be true. But he's so slow, and I can feel the raging need for release in him. "Come on, Mulder, don't hold back for me," I say softly. I want him to come inside me and not care about me. Man, he's given me enough pleasure already to grant him a life-time of sexual credit. He shouldn't be worrying about me at all. But, of course, he is. "... I want ... want you to come, too ..." he says with considerable difficulty. He really is the sweetest man alive. I pull him back in with my legs, urging him to go faster. "You've given me -- ... oh God, Mulder, right there ... yeah ... given me more pleasure than ... I deserved ..." I'm cut short by a uncontrollable moan of near-sated lust. Coming from my throat. Never thought I'd see the day that such a sound of total abandon came from me ... "Come for me," I say, kissing him quickly and roughly. "Come hard, I want it fast and hard!" The speed of his thrusts increases immediately, but clearly he wants to give me one more chance to back out, "... don't ... don't wanna hurt you ..." I pout playfully. "Trust me, gorgeous, I'll hurt you if you don't stop talking and start moving those fabulous hips right now!" It's from nought to sixty in point four seconds - or so it seems. Confident I'm not going to stop him, he throws himself into the game whole- heartedly and, man, does he know what he's doing ... We're both gasping, moaning and uttering sounds that would probably shock any self-respecting person, but his voice has never sounded so beautiful as in this time of shared passion. He loves me, I think, oh, he loves me! Then, incredibly, I feel the waves rolling in again. I've never had an orgasm from just penetration, I always needed some well-prepared and very well- executed clitoral stimulation to bring me off, but this man must be magical! Oh, God, I'm gonna come just from him being inside me, moving inside me! I can't believe it! "Ah ... ah ... Scul-- ... Scully, come for me!" he cries as he picks up his speed even more. I'm like a ragdoll in his arms, unable to control my own motions, milk leaking from my breasts like a fucking fountain - and I can't get enough of it, I'm loving every second of it. "Yes, Mulder ... Jesus ... I'm ... yessss ... I'm almost ... there ... yes, yes, yesyesyes! Oh ... oh oh oh oh!" I think I'm flying. Correction, I'm flung across the universe like an uncontrolled missile, buzzing with electricity and exploding as I criss-cross the galaxy. I'm screaming his name - I think - and through the fog in my head I think I hear him scream mine as he fills me with his seed. I feel so complete, so womanly ... But now I need to regain control over my body and mind, which is easier said than done. You think sex with Fox Mulder could cause permanent brain-damage? Because I'm giggling like a madwoman. He's made me all giddy and hyper ... When I somehow manage to pry my eyes open I'm staring into the most beautiful hazel eyes I have ever had the pleasure to encounter. What a fantastic sight after a positively mind-bending orgasm ... "Hey, earth to Dana," he says gently, still panting a little. "Enjoyed the ride?" I'm laughing, I can't help it. "Yeah ..." He's still buried deep inside me and I crush him to me, kissing him long and deeply. Oh, I love him, I love him so much ... We part with a thousand little kisses. We need to clean ourselves up before we can sleep, we're such a mess ... But I'm just unwilling to let him go. In the end, however, I do let him go, feeling tremendously sorry about it when he pulls out of me. I've never felt so empty and bereft. Clinging to each other we literally stumble to the shower, needing each other for support and keep us from toppling over like a toddler just learning to walk. "Hey, Mulder, you think Mom heard us?" I grin when we're in the shower stall. I'm slumped against the wall of the stall, my legs barely able to support my weight, while he's lathering my breasts with the baby soap I use for William's baths. God only knows why he chose that one. It feels really soft and soothing though. His grin splits his face in two. "I'm pretty damn sure she did. We're hardly the most silent of lovers." I laugh, secretly amazed just how lightly I take this information. "Oh man, how incredibly embarrassing!" He laughs, too, then bends down to claim my mouth with his. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him with feverish need. Unbelievable but true, even after two epoch-making orgasms I'm still hornier than hell. How does he do it? "Let's give her a run for her money, shall we?" he whispers hotly in my ear. I shudder with anticipation. I reach down and take him in my hand, feeling him harden as I lazily stroke him. I feel a gush of moisture between my legs. Oh, yes, I'm ready for him. "Right here?" He answers by gently pushing me back against the wall of the stall, lifting me up into his arms. Then, strangely, he shakes his head. I'd fully expected him to take me right here, but apparently I was wrong. He smiles lustfully and I follow his gaze - the Queen Anne chair that is part of the guest room at my mother's house. I look back at him, one eyebrow raised. Really? He nods with a grin. Really. "You're insatiable, Fox Mulder," I whisper, my voice betraying I'm hardly any better. "Yes, I am," he grins. "And, boy, don't you love it!" Oh man, I really am one lucky woman! XxXxXxXxX To be continued in part 4-6!