Mulder quickly admitted that King brought a lot of joy and laughter into their household. He loved catching balls, running around their land, and playing tug-of-war. He immediately took on a protective role with Scully. The first time he saw her throw up, he went to get Mulder, as if he understood that something was wrong and wondered if he should alert someone. He stayed close to her whenever she wasn't feeling well. Housetraining him was easy. He already knew he should "go" outside, and it was a simple matter of his new humans learning his signals.

Scully knew Mulder had accepted King as a member of their household when she came up behind him at his desk a few days after they brought the dog home and saw his internet search.

"How to train your dog to run with you?" She put her arms around him and pressed her cheek against his. "I thought you weren't a 'dog person.'"

Mulder shrugged. "May as well keep him healthy." She got into his lap, and they kissed. He put his hand on her belly. "Don't you have a doctor appointment tomorrow?"

"Yes. Dr. Adams wants to see me every Wednesday."

"I'll come with you." He pushed an errant lock of hair back behind her ear, gave her a wry smile, and gazed into her eyes as he stroked her cheek.

"We need to go to the FBI and get our personal items from our old office, too. We've been putting it off, and we need to just do it."

"Mmmm. Don't wanna talk about that right now." He pulled her close to him and nuzzled her neck. His hands wandered under her shirt. He reached around her back, and Scully thought he was about to unhook her bra when he suddenly froze.

"What's the matter?"

"That's the matter." King was sitting right beside them, looking up at them expectantly.

"Just ignore him, and he'll go away. He doesn't understand what's going on."

"Like hell he doesn't! Look at how he's watching us. Your dog is a voyeur." Scully burst into laughter. "I'm serious! Isn't it kind of kinky to have sex in front of a dog?"

"No, but even if you think it is, it's not like we've never done anything kinky before," she purred. She removed her shirt and bra, pressed herself against him, and nibbled on his earlobe. "Think of it this way," she whispered. "He can't have sex himself, so we're doing him a favor by letting him watch us."

"Dammit, this isn't fair. You know I can't argue with you when you're half-naked." It was true. Even after all these years, the sight of her body still excited him as much as it did their first time.

She covered his mouth with hers, and their tongues caressed. He moved his hands up to her breasts, kneading them and pinching her nipples, and she moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss and trailed his tongue down her neck slowly, placing soft love bites on the places he knew drove her crazy as he made his way to her breasts. She gasped as he took one nipple into his mouth, suckling and teasing it with his tongue as he used his fingers to rub and pinch the other one. She was writhing in his lap, her back arched.

The desk chair creaked ominously.

"Couch?" she asked.

"Got a nice, big bed upstairs," he replied.

They ran up the steps. The dog followed them, but they were too interested in each other to notice. They undressed quickly and fell into bed, lying face-to-face, kissing, caressing each other, and grinding their hips together. Scully pushed Mulder onto his back, grinning. She turned to face away from him, and he watched her ass slowly shimmy up his body until she was straddling his face. She then leaned over his torso and grabbed his cock, stroking the base and licking the head before taking his entire length into her mouth.

Good god, what did I ever do to deserve this incredible woman, he thought as he went to work on her, licking her luscious folds, then teasing her opening before entering and tongue-fucking her. The sensation of eating her out as she sucked his cock was intense; he was aware of nothing but the smell of sex and sweat and the sounds of them moaning and pleasuring each other. He felt her massaging his balls, and he had to summon every ounce of control not to explode immediately. When he could tell she was close, he stuck one finger, then two, inside her, curling them into a "come-hither" and pressing up against her G-spot as the tip of his tongue teased her clit.

"Oh my fucking GOD! Mulderrrrrrrr!" She sat up, thrusting into his face as waves of pleasure rocked her body.

She rolled over to the side and collapsed, panting. He took her in his arms, held her, and delicately kissed her face until she'd caught her breath. She brought her lips to his and kissed him deeply, tasting and smelling herself on him. "Get on your back again," she told him, poking his chest.

"Yes ma'am!" He lay down and watched as she straddled and slowly lowered herself onto him, enjoying the exquisite sensation of his cock filling her little by little. She braced herself on his very well-developed body. Goddamn, she thought, he's rock-hard everywhere, and it's so fucking hot; he looks like he belongs on a fitness tape. She leaned over just enough that he could play with her breasts and began moving up and down. He met her thrust for thrust, grunting and groaning with effort and pleasure. Knowing that she was about to climax again, she reached down between her legs to rub her own clit, which she knew drove him mad; Mulder loved watching her play with herself during sex. She arched her back as she came again. He held back until she was done, then with a few hard thrusts and a "Sculleeeeeeeeeeee!" he followed her.

She lowered herself onto his torso, and they gazed into each other's eyes. He stroked her hair. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too."

She rolled off him, and he moved to get out of bed to clean himself. As soon as he sat up, he noticed King – sitting right on the side of the bed. The dog gave him a puzzled look, sniffed the air, and moved towards him. "Oh, HELL NO," Mulder yelped. "Shoo! Get out of here!" He pushed the confused animal away from him.

Scully burst into hysterics. "He doesn't know what he's doing; he's just attracted to the strong smell," she managed to get out between fits of laughter.

"I told you, your dog's a voyeur, and an overall pervert - hey! NO! BAD!"

Scully was laughing so hard at the sight of Mulder chasing the dog away, tears were streaming down her face. Mulder couldn't help but see the humor in the situation as well. He herded the dog out of the bedroom and shut the door. "Ignore him and he'll go away, my ass. From now on, there will be a closed door between him and us when we have sex."

"Just think of it as practice for when we have a child in the house," Scully giggled. She got up to follow him into the master bath.

"Oh yeah," Mulder said. He wiggled his eyebrows. "At least we got to fuck in every room of this house before we had dogs and kids."

After cleaning themselves, they got back into bed and spooned, Mulder's hand on Scully's belly. She yawned. "I'm exhausted." It was the pregnancy; she remembered being fatigued during her first trimester with William.

"Take a nap," he said, kissing her neck. "We don't have to be anywhere." He planned to hold her only until she drifted off, but then found himself slipping into a blissful slumber as well.