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Chapter 2: Simmering by AnarchyX-Phile
Scully sighed softly and said there was no use in waiting so they walked upstairs to the Probate Court's Office and filled out their marriage application and Mulder paid for a license. Surprisingly, it didn't take them long at all before they were handed their license. They turned and were on their way out the door when the clerk heard Scully ask Mulder quietly, "Where do you want to go for the ceremony?"
The clerk cleared her throat and smiled at them. "The Judge is in the courtroom today. His calendar is technically booked but I'm sure he'll make an exception for you since you both work for the FBI. Were you looking to get married right away?"
Mulder opened his mouth and then glanced down at Scully. Well fuck. He hadn't thought they could do it so soon. Scully's facial features matched his; she looked at her watch and turned away from the clerk and whispered quietly to him, "Go and take care of it, we can do it today. I need to call my mother."
"What are you going to tell her?" Mulder asked, putting his hand on her arm to keep her from walking away from him.
"That we're in love and want to get married. That's what I…what we will be telling everyone." She said as a warning and Mulder crossed his finger over his heart and gave her his adorable wink before he went over to the clerk and reintroduced himself and thanked her for her kindness.
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Scully stepped out of the courthouse and found herself in a small grassy area with a couple of picnic benches set around three large trees. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and called her mother, nervously gnawing at her lip as she wasn't too sure how this was going to play out. "Mom, it's Dana."
"How are you sweetie? Is everything okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine. It's just...Mom, I'm getting married. To Mulder." She added, cringing at the fact that she had to clarify who she was marrying.
"Married?!" Margaret Scully screamed and Scully had to lower the telephone away from her ear so the volume wouldn't damage her eardrums. She watched the wind blow the tree branches to from side to side as a family of birds collected fallen twigs and leaves. "Scully, you barely know the man. You've worked with him for 4 months and you're ready to devote the rest of your life to him?"
"Yes mother. I've made my decision and he's made his. We've already gotten the license and the clerk thinks she can squeeze us onto the court calendar today. I would like it if you could make it down here in time; but if you can't, Mulder and I have already discussed having a dinner party that we'll invite the entire family to as a sort of belated wedding party." She lied, but Mulder was going to have to get used to attending family functions.
"I'll get dressed and come that way. I can be there in 30 minutes. Stall them if I'm not there yet. Your father is going to be so mad he missed this."
When she came back inside the clerk was waiting on her in front of the courtroom doors. "He's in there waiting on you. The Judge is leaving for lunch soon so we've got to do it now." Scully frowned and looked at her watch. Oh well, her mother would just have to get over missing the ceremony.
When she stepped inside, she saw Mulder pacing beside the Judge's podium. They must have known each other because the Judge was talking a mile a minute about the 'good old days' but Mulder wasn't paying attention.
She stepped up closer to him and Mulder nearly jumped out of his skin. He walked over to her and extended his hand to her. "Come on, let's get married so we can start our honeymoon." He joked as he led her in front of the judge.
Halfway through the ceremony, Mulder leaned forward and whispered in her ear, earning him a disapproving look from the Judge, but he didn't care. "I'm sorry we don't have any rings."
"It's okay, Mulder." She whispered before turning her attention back to the judge. They said their vows and Scully felt her stomach tighten when the judge directed him to kiss his bride.
He put his hands on her upper arm and pulled her towards him, lowering his head until he was eye-level with her. "Kiss me, Scully. Kiss me hard like you mean it."
She had never heard his voice sound so rough with desperation. She nodded her head once and leaned into him, waiting until their mouths were barely touching before she parted her lips and pressed against him. It surprised her how much she wanted to kiss him. Maybe all these feelings whirling inside her would go away once she felt his lips against hers. But they didn't go away, they only intensified.
His wet lips slicked against hers, moving to suck on her bottom lip before switching to pull on her upper lip. Her eyes rolled shut and she opened her mouth wider and whimpered; but just as she felt her tongue move forward to flick against his lips, she heard the judge pronounce them man and wife and Mulder pulled away from her. He looked at her hotly as he licked his lips, his eyes promising that they would finish this later while his lips held a shy smile.
He kissed her cheek and hugged her tightly before putting his hand on her lower back and thanking the Judge again for rushing the ceremony. On the way out the door, she reached up and wiped her fingers across his lips, cleaning her lipstick off his mouth. He wanted to kiss her fingertips but he bit down on his tongue instead and pushed her out the door. Maggie was waiting on them out in the lobby with a sad smile on her face. Mulder wasn't offended, he understood how she must feel about this; but it was done now so they might as well get used to smiling about it.
Scully smiled at her and went to her, wrapping her up in a tight hug that made Mulder a little jealous. She's still just your partner… nothing has really changed, he told himself, but now that he had felt how soft her lips were, he realized he wanted things to change.
"Where will you be staying now?" Maggie asked as she reached up to fix Scully's frizzy hair and glanced over her shoulder to see Mulder looking around the hallway as though he were expecting someone.
"We haven't really talked about long-term, but I'll—we'll be at my apartment until we get some things figured out."
"Do you need help packing up and moving Fox?" Maggie asked her new son-in-law.
Mulder shook her head and then hid his panic with a quick smile. "Oh no, Mrs. Scully. I'll get some of my friends to help me out tomorrow." Tomorrow was Saturday and he was sure the Lone Gunmen could spare a few hours to help; if there was one thing he wanted to hide from his new in-laws, it was his bachelorhood magazine and video subscriptions.
"Call me Maggie." She said before turning back to Scully and kissing her cheek. "Call me if you need anything." She turned and walked down the hallway, stopping after a few steps and turning to look at them. "Oh, and congratulations," she smiled.
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Mulder dropped Scully off at their apartment and drove to his apartment. He spoke to the landlord and said that he'd have all his belongings packed and out of the apartment by the end of the weekend (no need to pay rent on an apartment he wasn't going to use) and then he went upstairs.
He packed a duffle bag full of boxers, socks, t-shirts, and his toiletries and grabbed a couple suits. On his way out the door, he turned and looked back at his TV. He stalked back into his living room and looked at his movie collection, unzipping his bag and putting as many tapes as he could fit without busting the zipper. He might as well face it now and accept it: there was no chance in hell Scully was going to let him sleep with her.
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After Mulder dropped her off, Scully went to her bedroom and began clearing out space. By the time she was done, the bottom section of drawers in the dresser was cleared out for him as was half of the closet. They should probably rearrange a lot of the furniture but she decided to wait until he got there to help her.
Once she had finished making room for his clothes, she sat down on the bed, feeling the mattress bounce under her weight as her fingers went to her lips. He was a very good kisser. Not that that surprised her, but the heat he channeled into her had astonished her. She had been nervous about tonight, but now she was just anxious for it to get here.
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When Mulder came in and dropped his bag on the floor, she heard the mountain of tapes shift and slide against each other. Her eyebrow shot up as she looked from the bag, to him, and then back down to the bag. His face burned red.
"Big night planned?" She finally asked.
"Well, it is my wedding night." He said as he pushed by her and went into the kitchen, filling up a glass of water and downing it in two gulps. He took a walk-through of her apartment, making sure all the windows were locked and that the door was latched and locked. She almost told him to stop when she remembered that this was the reason behind their marriage.
When he came back into the living room, satisfied that they were safe to go to bed, he looked around nervously at the small furniture. "Scully, where am I sleeping?"
"You can sleep out here." She said as she inclined her head towards the two-seated couch. "Or… with me."
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Mulder stayed in the shower for nearly an hour before coming out with a bank of steam surrounding him. He hadn't been able to coax his orgasm from him. For once, his hand wasn't enough and now standing in her bedroom in a pair of tented boxers, he felt completely embarrassed. "I think I'll stay on the couch tonight." He grumbled as he pulled a pillow off her bed and turned away from her.
She put down her medical journal and slid her glasses off her face before turning her attention to him. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm cramped on that couch. You'll be miserable." She scooted over and flipped the covers down, patting the mattress beside her.
It was only a full sized bed, meaning they were practically going to be on top of one another all night long. He felt his cock strain against his boxers and he dove under the covers, hoping she hadn't seen it. But she had. "We'll buy a bigger bed tomorrow." She said as she looked down and saw that his feet were touching the foot of the bed.
"Scully, we haven't had a chance to…talk about what this means." He turned to face her, making sure the covers were still draped across his waist. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. "Besides protection, is there anything else you want from me?"
"Well I don't think that's exactly fair." She said as she furrowed her brows.
He jerked his head back as he went back over his words. "What's not fair?"
"Well, it doesn't just matter what I want—what do you want?"
"Scully, whatever you want is enough for…"
But she didn't let him finish. She put her hand over his mouth to keep him from talking as she shook her head. "Mulder. I'm tired of you only doing what I say. This is your marriage as much as it is mine. Shall we take turns?" Unsure what she meant, he nodded his head and waited for her to go first. "Well, we both wanted protection." She said and he nodded his head again, "But I also want friendship." She lowered her hand from his mouth and looked at him expectantly.
Oh. Friendship. Well that made all the demands he had been thinking seem wildly inappropriate. "I want… a home. I've never really had one before."
Scully looked around her feminine bedroom and nodded her head. "We can look at renting a new apartment. We'll find one with an office for you."
"And a claw foot tub for you." He laughed, relieved when she giggled too.
"Anything else?" She asked.
He shook his head and looked at her with dark eyes. "It's your turn." His voice had that rough edge to it again and she noticed that she had shifted a little closer to him and her lower leg was touching his knee.
She thought about it for a few moments, her hands absentmindedly playing with a loose thread on the comforter. "I want normalcy. I want us to come home in the evening, cook dinner together, and just be…normal."
"I'll do my best." It was the best promise he could give her; he doubted he was made to be normal, but he'd try for her. "Scully…" he said, capturing her attention and raising his hand to her face, running his thumb down her cheek. She closed her eyes when she felt the electricity flow into her from his fingertips. "I want to kiss you."
She winced and frowned, "Just once?" She asked quietly. Please don't let him say yes, she'd die if he did.
Mulder shook his head as he leaned over her, his hand slipping from her cheek to the back of her neck, pulling her towards him. "No, not just once."
Just before his mouth closed over hers, his tongue ran across his lips, moistening and warming them so that when they slid across her lips she gasped at how smooth he felt. Her hand came up to his face and she inhaled deeply through her nose as her fingers pushed through his hair until she was holding the back of his head.
Her lips parted and he felt her hesitantly run her tongue across her bottom lip, letting just the tip gently brush against his lip. His eyes rolled closed and he shifted until he was on top of her, not thinking about his rock-hard erection until it was pressed into her hip. He felt her gasp into his mouth but he didn't let her pull away from him. He licked at her lips and teased them open more until he could slip his tongue into her hot mouth.
She ran her hands down his naked back and pulled him closer to her, smashing his chest against her breasts and rubbing against him as he ravished her mouth. She brushed her tongue against his and felt his hips buck against her, pulling another gasp from her lungs.
His hand dropped from her neck and went down to cup her breast through her pajama shirt. She moaned as she felt the heat from his palm against her breast and she felt a jolt of energy shoot from her nipple as soon as the pad of his thumb rubbed against it. She ripped her mouth away from his and arched her back, "Mmmulder." She whimpered, but then his lips were on hers again.
She was so responsive under his touch and he was beginning to lose control. He wanted nothing more than to ram his throbbing cock into her tight little body and really claim her as his wife. He sucked and bit at her lower lip before he pulled away from her and laid his forehead gently on hers. "What else do you want Scully?" He asked, his voice was hoarse and it took all the strength he had not to thrust his erection against her hips.
Her eyelids slowly fluttered open and she licked at her swollen lips. "I want…"
