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Ch 14

The newlyweds awoke, damp and naked in their bed, wet clothes tossed haphazardly on the tub. Their tangle of limbs and conjoined sexes were of no surprise to the wakening pair. Without missing a beat, Mulder rolled on top of his wife, her legs wrapping around him once again as his fingers fisted through damp hair to bring her mouth to meet his own.

"Love you, Dana," Mulder panted frantically, thrusting hard and deep with every stroke.

"Love you, too," she smiled, just reveling in the pleasure, in the love that filled her—no need to question, no thought of debate—just basking in the joy she felt as the man who held her heart for so long made love to her.

Mulder slid his wife's legs between his own, bearing down so that his cock slid slow and hard against her clit with every pass.

He smiled to hear her breath catch at the intensity of sensation, then drove with deep strokes once again as her walls began to flutter around his length and her fingers gripped his ass so hard, he was sure there would appear ten tiny bruises later on.

"Mulderrrr," his wife groaned out as every muscle clenched and her tight passage constricted around his shaft.

"Scullyyyy," he responded in kind, as her orgasm pushed him over the edge, and his heated seed filled her body once more.

It was a long moment before Mulder could lift his weight from his wife's tiny body, though she didn't seem to mind, her arms and legs clutching his body to her own, nuzzling kisses into the curve of his neck.

When Mulder finally regained the presence of mind to roll over, he brought Scully with him, to rest in her long-claimed spot.

She fought to stay awake, as there was so much to discuss, so many decisions to make, but her husband just stroked her hair and soothed.

"Get some rest, honey…there's nothing that can't wait till breakfast…"

Xxx

After breakfast and the planned phone call to her mother, where after tears and laughter, Dana Scully and her mother squared away their more detailed plans, making certain her plans to visit Bill and Charlie while arranging to sell the house and furnishings and squirreling her money away in untraceable accounts just as her daughter and son-in-law suggested.

"And as soon as we get settled, we'll send for you," Dana promised her mother. "Just make sure you're out of D.C. as soon as possible. The gunmen will have your new passport and driver's license ready in a couple of days."

"I know sweetheart—I listened to your father when he told me last night," Maggie Scully smiled.

"It's beautiful there, isn't it?" Dana gushed, the picturesque scene firmly engraved in her mind.

"Yes it is. Your son showed me all around the beach, showed me his ship…. He looks like his daddy, but he acts just like you," Maggie teased.

"Except for all the eye-rolling—I think he picked that up from Missy," Scully defended.

"I think you're probably right about that," Maggie conceded. "I love you sweetheart. Call me tomorrow when your plane lands."

"I will. Love you, Mom."

"Love you, too."

Scully closed the phone and leaned back against her husband who was perusing a tattered copy of Moby Dick that he picked up on a return trip to the second-hand book store.

"Haven't you already read that?" Scully questioned as she breathed in the combined scents of salt, sex and Mulder, with the odd addition of old paperbacks thrown in to the mix.

"A long time ago, but I figure I'd better refresh my memory on the Pequod's journey, just for good measure."

"Don't worry…I'm an excellent navigator…," Scully smiled dreamily, as she nodded off for a much needed nap.

Xxx

One more night of excellent food, a light massage in the spa, and relaxing in the front-porch swing and gazing at the night sky capped off their last evening in Venus Springs. They did collect the requisite samples and sent off their preliminary tests, though they didn't expect to remain at the Bureau long enough to draw any meaningful conclusions with their findings. They would make a veiled excuse to Skinner for their hasty departure, assuring him they'd be in contact when it was safe.

After meticulous packing and hand washing their soiled and sandy garments to slip into a laundry bag tomorrow, Scully and Mulder spent one more evening of luxury at the Cupid's Bow.

Xxx

Scully found herself once again at the now familiar beach, quiet except for the gentle breeze and the lapping of the tiny rowboat against the waves.

"William! William!" Scully called out against the lengthening expanse of beach. Even the white house with the blue shutters seemed to be shrouded by an obscuring fog.

Scully's sense of panic began to rise, running further, but seeming to gain no ground in the process, the dome of sand in the distance, seemingly abandoned.

"William!" she cried out again, her voice growing hoarse as she strained it.

She turned toward the oh-so-familiar voice that called out from the distance. Her husband came into view as he rounded the curve of beach, running toward his wife's cries of distress.

"Dana, what's wrong? " He studied her panicked face as she scanned the mountains and shore, her eyes welling with tears. "Baby, talk to me. Tell me what's wrong," he insisted.

"I can't find him…he won't answer me," she stammered. "I can't find William," Scully nearly shouted in her agitation, too upset to notice the light shining in her husband's warm green eyes or the broad smile that was spreading across his face.

Finally noting that her husband's expression did not match her own, Scully's face contracted into pained questioning, "Mulder?"

Cupping his wife's face in his hands, Mulder simply said, "Open your eyes, Dana…."

"What?" she tried piece together the meaning beneath Mulder's words.

"Open your eyes. It's time to wake up…."