This is an M rated chapter for anyone who care... I am not going to indicate where because it's annoying when people write stuff in the middle of stories. So figure out when it's coming up and stop reading it if it makes you uncomfortable.

When I arrived at the airport I started to get nervous. Why could I be manipulated so? It's not manipulation if it really is him. And I would regret my decision forever if it was Mulder and I didn't go. This internal debate continued all through security and into the waiting area. I sat down on one of the god awful chairs that don't seem to suit anyone's body shape. I tapped my fingers on my leg getting lost in my head once more while I waited for the boarding to commence. Finally we got to board the plane, I was on the wing, naturally, but it doesn't really matter compared to who I'm about to see again. The ride seemed to take forever and I was completely oblivious to everyone else around me. When we landed everyone headed off in the same direction, like cattle. Once most of the others dispersed to get their luggage, I was suddenly extra grateful that my bag was small enough to be considered a carry on. I scanned the airport, looking for anything. Any sign that he was coming for me. I stood there for a good 20 minutes, about to give up and try and find a motel when big strong hands were suddenly wrapped around my waist. I turned around quickly to find myself face to face with Mulder. I gasped, I couldn't believe it is him. He was smiling at me. Oh how I longed to get lost in his deep hazel eyes, and now I was; in the middle of the airport. His arms are wrapped around my waist and mine around his neck, we stood like that just gazing at each other- communicating silently all the love and worries that we couldn't bring ourselves to voice out loud. Mulder lowered his head to mine and captured my lips with his. I pressed myself up against him and he held me tighter, my tongue brushed against his lower one begging for entrance which he admitted. Our tongues and teeth clashed in a passionate frenzied kiss, re-learning all the crevasses that we had missed. We both reluctantly pulled away panting, reminding ourselves that we are in a public place. He leaned his forehead against mine and we stared at each other once more. I realize I don't care who saw, I was happy and in his arms once again.

We walked out to his car, both sporting goofy grins, arms wrapped around each other's waists. When we got to the underground parking lot he finally broke the happy silence.

"Where's William?"

I paused, searching his face, "With my mother". He looked slightly disappointed but must be realizing what that means for us. I gave him my classic eyebrow raise. He responded with

" I was just hoping to see him again, the last time I saw him he was only hours old. But, I am glad that we have all this time together… alone." He waggled his eyebrows at me. I smiled up at him, told him William would know who he is when it is safe for him to return to us, I show him pictures and talk all the time. He smiled a beautiful smile. You could still see the disappointment in his face from not getting to see his son. I patted him on the arm. "One day you'll see him again. And when you do, it'll be magical." He seemed to be reassured by this because he turned away and pointed out his car. It was a crappy beat up old thing, but the car didn't matter to me, it was the man driving it. He leaned over the console and gave me another passionate kiss, but this time it was brief. He pulled away and started the car, laughing at my disappointed face. "Plenty of time for that later love." He said and I smiled.

I couldn't stop staring at him. I had no sense of time anymore, I could tell we'd been driving for a while but it didn't matter- the longer we drove the longer I got to stare at his face, to memorize all the wonderful contours once more. He kept stealing glances at me as well, and every time our eyes met we would smile at each other. He would slowly tear his eyes away and back to the road. The ride was silent, but the comfortable silence that comes with people who don't need to speak to communicate. Turns out we'd only been driving about half an hour when Mulder pulled up into a motel. Surely this can't be the place where he has been hiding. I raised my eyebrow at him, and he knew what I was asking, he said he is going to explain inside. He came over to my side of the car and laced his fingers through mine. He is gripping my hand very tightly, I gave him a reassuring squeeze, and he looked down and planted a kiss on my forehead. We walked into our room; it was nice as far as motel rooms go. I sat down on the bed while he was doing something over by the dresser. He turned around when he sensed my eyes on him. I was taken aback once again by his eyes, but this time it was because they were full of love. I wanted to jump him right there, but my curiosity won out once again. "So Mulder, mind telling me why we're in a motel?" I inquired.

He coughed, " Well Scully, see, umm… okay." After a reluctant pause he continued. " I've been hiding out in a trailer, with Gibson. I figured that there would be more room for us here to ahh- stretch, plus you're not exactly the quietest person in the heat of the moment. Which could've lead to some awkward mornings with Gibson, especially since he'll know well everything…" He trailed off at seeing my expression. I giggled and beckoned him forward with my finger. I sat on the edge of the bed; he came to stand between my knees. I pulled his head down and whispered in his ear "you're rambling" I felt him shudder as my breath traveled over his skin, which pleased me to no end. His hands are planted firmly on either side of my face; my fingers are knotted at the base of his neck playing with his hair. He turned his head and captured my lips with his, our tongues clashing against one another, I pulled back slightly and lightly bit his bottom lip causing him to moan into my mouth I smiled and pulled back slightly in need of air.

During our kiss we seem to have ended up lying down, he is pressed against me. I love the sensation of being pressed under him, feeling all of him. I squirmed causing him to moan once more. He brought his head back down and kissed my mouth, he slowly worked his way down my jaw and to my neck, sucking on the sensitive spot he discovered years ago. I gasped when his tongue started tracing my collar bone. I could feel a familiar wetness rush between my legs and I knew that I needed him now. I started to unbutton his pants, when I reached his zipper he looked down at me and I smiled back at him. He got to work on my shirt, massaging my breast as his other hand found its way down into my panties. He turned his head, I assume a little surprised at how wet I already was for him. I finally got his pants off, he did a little shimmy to rid himself of the garment altogether I then ripped open the buttons on his shirt in one smooth movement and took that off. He was now hovering above me looking gorgeous, once he finally got my shirt off we both set to work on my pants, they came off rather quickly. Then he paused. He looked down on me seeming to take me in. I studied his face and saw nothing but pure love and lust. I hooked one knee behind his and ended up flipping us over so that I was straddling him. He looked surprised at my quick little manoeuvre, I giggled and brought my lips to his ear and began nibbling on his ear lobe. I kissed him once more on the lips while my hand found him. He was throbbing in my hand wanting to do exactly what I needed. I sat up a little and guided him in me. We both paused, grateful that he did so, so I could adjust to him. I started slowly, watching him the whole time. He suddenly grabbed my waist and flipped us over so that he was on top.

I looked down on her, so happy that she was here with me now. I was slowly pumping into her. Long slow strokes the fast hard ones, surprising her. Her thighs are locked around my waist; the headboard is banging against the wall which seemed to make the whole thing more erotic. We were both sweating and panting, I could tell she was close her muscles clenching around me. Screaming out my name, I loved when she did that. Each moan from her brought me closer to the edge. With one final thrust we came together. I flopped down on top of her, knowing she likes the weight.

I hadn't realized how much I missed this until it was over. He was lying on top of me, remembering that I liked him there. I kept kissing his cheek, over and over and stroking his head while he whispered words of love to me. Eventually he rolled off of me and onto his side, he propped his head up on his elbow, I turned to face him and snuggled in close. He held me tight, breathing in my scent. We slowly drifted off into a content sleep.