A/N: I reread the first chapter and realized I had a second chapter floating around my head. Please leave feedback good or bad, and let me know if a chapter three should follow!
Mulder stood in the bedroom doorway and watched Scully sleep. She was exhausted when she finally got home from work and had barely made it through her grilled cheese and tomato soup dinner. At least she caught herself mid-doze before she fell face first into the soup bowl. She hadn't moved since she collapsed on the bed.
Mulder quietly moved through the bedroom to the bathroom and shut the door. After getting ready for bed, he quietly slid into bed next to his partner, his everything. He wished he could take all her stress away. A way to make her treatment for Christian go smoothly. He wanted to give her the world. But as much as he wished he could create the perfect world for her, he knew she would never want it. She was a fighter, a strong independent woman and would survive anything she faced. She thrived in situations where she was under pressure. He loved that about her. He turned and looked at the woman he would die for and realized there was something he could give her. It may not be the world, but it would involve nonstop peace and relaxation, even if it was only for a week or two. Just what she would need to fight the darkness that always found a way to creep into their lives.
Mulder carefully leaned up on his elbow and brushed a piece of Scully's hair behind her ear. He softly kissed her cheek and whispered, "I love you." Tomorrow he would spend his day researching and booking the perfect island vacation. As he drifted to sleep he had thoughts of Scully, a bikini and rubbing lotion on her beautiful back.
Mulder heard Scully's car coming down the driveway. He smiled as he closed his laptop and walked over to meet her at the door.
"What's up Doc?" He grinned as he opened the door to her.
She jumped slightly and looked up at him. "Mulder, you scared me," she said with a stern voice, but her half smile gave her away.
He chuckled as he stepped aside so she could walk through the door. Scully shook her head and shrugged out of her coat. She dropped it and her work bag on the table. When she turned around she noticed Mulder was still standing by the door and had a rather large grin on his face.
"What?" she asked nervously.
"Nothing. Just really glad that you're home," he replied.
"Yeah right," Scully answered returning his grin. "Seriously Mulder, what are you smiling about?"
"We'll, it just so happens I had a very productive day," he said taking two steps closer to Scully.
"Oh really? Did you start writing your book?" Scully's eyebrow shot up. She was hoping he would take her advice and start writing something. She knew he was a wonderful writer and thought writing a memoir would be the perfect way for him to release some of the inner turmoil that was lurking inside of him.
"No," he said slyly. "But this will please you more that me writing 50 books."
"Well now you really have my attention!" She closed the distance by taking two more steps towards him.
Mulder put his arm around Scully's shoulders and led her to the couch in the living room. "Just sit right here and give me a moment to gather slides for this presentation."
Scully's jawed dropped as flashbacks to a basement office and long, boring slides and Mulder excitedly droning on and on came to mind. "Relax Scully. I promise it will be worth it. Just wait right here."
Scully watched as he ran to his office and came back less than a minute later with his laptop. What is he up to she wondered. He flipped open the laptop and pecked a few keys. His smile grew even wider as he turned the laptop to face her. She found her jaw wide open again, but this time in a pleasant shock. She was staring at pictures of beautiful beaches with crystal clear blue water.
"You and me, Scully. Just you and me and a private beach...and no darkness in sight! Well except for at night, but I'm sure I can find something that will distract you from that," his eyes twinkled at her.
"Mulder...this is...I..." she sighed sweetly and looked into his eyes. "Mulder, this is perfect." He smiled back at her. He knew she would love this and it seemed it wouldn't take that much convincing to get her to commit to this impromptu getaway. "But Mulder, this seems too good to be true. Can we afford this?"
"Trust me Scully, we can do this. All I need from you is your ETD."
"ETD?" she asked him with her eyebrow raised again.
"Estimated time of departure," he answered with a smirk. "I can't book our trip until you let me know when you can take a few weeks off from work."
"Weeks? Just how long were you planning on whisking me away from Virginia?" That twinkle in her eye was back.
"As long as your pretty little heart desires." Mulder loved going back and forth like this. She was so playful with him. This was a side only he saw. She let down her guard for him and it made him feel so special, so loved. "I was thinking that after all we've been through over the past 14 years, we are due for at least two weeks in paradise. What do you think?" Before she could reply, Mulder had leaned in to give her a sweet kiss on the lips.
"I think two weeks in paradise is exactly what I need," Scully managed to whisper with her lips against his.
Mulder smiled into the kiss as he threaded his fingers through her hair then rested his hand on the back of her neck. Scully leaned into Mulder and pushed him back on the couch. His other hand slowly moved down her side and across her stomach to the bottom buttons on her blouse. One by one he undid the buttons while dragging his fingers along her smooth skin. She moaned softly and lifted up to give him better access to her shirt. When he reached the top button, she reluctantly pulled away from the kiss to shrug out of the shirt. She smiled down at him and tugged his own T-shirt out of his jeans. Before lifting it up, she ran her hands across his stomach. She loved his body. How he managed to stay so fit despite being cooped up in this house all day was beyond her. But she was grateful nonetheless for the shape he was in. She was not a shallow person; looks were not overly important to her, but seeing Mulder without his shirt on still gave her butterflies. How could she still be so attracted to this man after all these years?
Scully was pulled back to her soft massage of Mulder's stomach by his fingers slipping into her waistband to unbuckle her pants. Scully leaned down to kiss him passionately and lifted her hips so he could slide her pants off her. She kicked them off and moved to straddle his hips. Mulder stared up into Scully's eyes and moved his hands up to caress her breasts. He moved one hand behind her to the clasp of her bra. Once he removed this last barrier, his lips hungrily moved across her chest. Scully moaned as she arched her back into his talented mouth. She somehow managed to reach down and undo his jeans, but try has she might, she couldn't pull them off from the position she was sitting in. When Mulder realized this, he nipped at each breast one more time then gently pushed her off him. However, instead of removing his jeans like Scully was anticipating, Mulder just stared at her.
Scully blushed and looked down at the floor. "Mulder..." she said softly. "What's wrong."
"Nothing," he replied with a husky voice that sent shivers down her spine. "I just think we can move this to a more comfortable location." He lunged at her and picked her up before she could protest.
"Mulder," Scully giggled as she wrapped her legs around his waist. His response was to kiss her repeatedly as he carried her upstairs to their bedroom. He set her down in front of the bed.
"Just think Scully, our own private cabana on our own private beach..." his voice trailed off when she once again found the zipper on his jeans.
She smiled up at him and slid his jeans down his hips. Mulder pushed Scully onto the bed then crawled up her trailing kisses along her body until he reached her mouth.
They moaned into the kiss as hands wandered up and down each other's bodies. Both enjoying the moment, but also thinking of what fun they could have on a secluded beach with no darkness in sight.