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Chapter 25: The Desire by AnarchyX-Phile

Two weeks later

Scully woke up with her head tucked in the crook of Mulder's arm; she went to roll away so she could turn her alarm clock off but her hair was tangled under his body weight and she only succeeded in pulling her hair out. She shook him hard and then shoved him until he rolled off her hair. "I guess the honeymoon period of our relationship is over. I remember just a couple months ago you woke me up by fucking me—now you just abuse me."

"How is it that you're ready for an argument at the drop of a hat? You haven't even opened your eyes yet," she said as she pinched his arm.

"I should turn you in for spousal abuse." He whined as he rolled away from her and stuck his butt against her.

"They'll probably just give me a medal for dealing with you for so many years." She leaned over and kissed his cheek, letting her hands wonder over his ass while her lips moved down to his neck. "We need to talk about Skinner."

"God Scully, it's spooky how we think the same. I've been thinking about Skin Man all night." He laughed as he rolled back over and grabbed her hips, sliding his body until they were pressed against each other, bringing his morning erection against her thigh.

"Mmmmm, I see he has the same affect on you as he does on me." She said with a bright smile on her face even as she rolled her eyes at him.

"You're ready to tell him, aren't you?" He asked, his fingers coming up to her face and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. She nodded her head and he sighed. "I guess it's time everyone found out—we can't hide it much longer anyways."

"Are you calling me fat, Mulder?" Her eyebrow was arched as she stared at him.

"No—I'm calling you beautifully pregnant." He said as he leaned forward and kissed her lightly.

She smiled and closed her eyes, "that's a damn good answer—you're getting good at this 'husband' thing." She brought her hand up to his face and pulled him in for another kiss, shifting and moving until she was on top of him.

He kissed her along her jaw until he reached her ear, "I'm ready for my 'husband of the year' award."

"I would, but we barely have enough time to shower and get to work as it is. You should have woken up sooner." She said as she kissed his mouth quickly and then pushed down his body, kissing his chest and stomach before finally rolling off him, walking into the bathroom and getting in the shower.

When she got finished, she left the water running for him as she dried off and went to get dressed; when she started putting her makeup on, she heard Mulder shout something over the sound of the shower. She turned to look at him and felt her heart skip a beat as she looked at his upper body, the water dripping down his tanned chest.

He grinned at her as he watched the desire flash across her eyes—he loved that he could still do this to her, that he could arouse her just by being himself. He pulled the shower curtain open a little bit more to show her his erection. "Should I take care of myself or do you want to finish me at the office?"

She licked her lips and smiled at him, walking slowly towards him. "Save it for me, baby. I can't wait to wrap my lips around you."

He groaned and threw his head back, letting the shower spray soak his hair again. "My God woman, you are going to kill me."

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When they got into work, each went to their separate desks and began looking for a new case to dive into—Mulder heading straight to the stack of tabloids delivered yesterday while Scully checked their emails for any leads.

After an hour of not finding anything interesting, he fed the magazines into the shredder. "Hey Scully, do you want to finish what we started this morning?" Mulder said from the doorway into the file room as he wagged his eyebrows.

She smiled and was about to turn around to answer him when a man stepped into the room and cringed. "And just what are the two of you finishing?" Skinner asked—even though he definitely didn't want to hear the answer.

Mulder gasped and acted like he was offended by Skinner's dirty-minded question. "A poptart, sir…we left the house with the damn thing only half eaten and my stomach hasn't stopped growling since we got here. How's your stomach, Scully?" Mulder asked playfully.

Scully gave him her typical eye roll before turning her attention back to Skinner. She motioned for him to take a seat and Mulder walked up and positioned himself behind her chair, his hand coming up to grip her shoulder. "We have something we need to talk to you about…" she started and stopped when Skinner held his hand up.

"If this is about the case in North Carolina, I'm not sending you there—you might as well not even ask."

Mulder huffed, "Sir, we've got to go. There's been four…four instances of crop circles within a five mile radius…" he started arguing but stopped when he felt Scully's seething stare directed at him. Though her mouth didn't move, she was clearly screaming at him and telling him to focus. "Right—well that's not why you're down here."

"Mulder and I—well, I'm…I'm pregnant, sir." Scully said and she felt Mulder's hand on her shoulder tighten as he waited for the reaction.

But Skinner didn't say anything.

Scully began biting on her bottom lip as her stomach lurched from all the worries Skinner's silence was stirring up—worries that she had been too scared to talk to Mulder about: that the Bureau wouldn't allow her to work in the field being pregnant with twins. She reached her hand up to grab the Mulder's hand on her shoulder, her nailed digging into his skin as she waited on Skinner's response.

Mulder fought against his initial impulse to pull his hand away from Scully's as her nails embedded into his skin but he knew she was scared; it was an unspoken fear between them that the Bureau would split them up.

Mulder cleared his throat, "Scully and I have talked about it…and if you're willing, we'd like for you to be their godfather."

"Their?"

"Oh, well that was the second surprise—we're having twins" Mulder smiled as he moved his other hand to the back of Scully's neck, massaging her tensed muscles.

Skinner reached up and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "well I never thought I'd say this… but the world is going to be a better place with two more Mulders in it." He stood up and extended his hand out, smiling as Mulder grabbed hold of his hand and shook it hard; Scully stood up and hugged him, the embrace much more comfortable than their hug a couple months ago.

"Well sir, what do you say about being these kids' babysitter for the rest of their lives?" Mulder asked.

"Oh, he's already claimed that role. Haven't you, sir?" Scully said as she stepped out of his arms and rested a hand on her stomach.

Skinner smiled and nodded his head, "how far along are you?"

"Eleven weeks."

"Well let me know if you need anything; I'll do my best to make sure you two stay together—but I do ask that you tell me as soon as you aren't comfortable working the field anymore. Those are my kids too now—don't take unnecessary risks."

"Yes sir" they both promised.

Skinner nodded and laid down a case folder on the corner of Scully's desk before he turned around and walked out the door, pausing in the threshold for one last comment: "I think Walter is a fantastic name." When Mulder's eyes grew big and he looked at Scully with panic in his eyes, Skinner shrugged his shoulders, "just think about it."

Once Mulder was sure Skinner was out of earshot, he grabbed Scully's shoulders and looked into her eyes, "no way are we using the name Walter. No fucking way."

She laughed and nodded her head, "agreed." She wrapped her arms around him and stepped closer into him, putting her nose against his chest and taking in a deep breath, his scent soothing and relaxing her. Now that Skinner knew, the only other people they needed to tell were the Lone Gunmen, and there was no stress there-as a matter of fact, Mulder was rather looking forward to seeing Frohike's face.

"What did you mean when you said that he 'had already claimed that role?'" he asked as he rubbed her back, digging his fingers into her muscles and rubbing out the knots.

"The day we told him we were engaged, he whispered in my ear and laid claim to our future children."

"Oh…" he said softly, tightening his arms around her, "that must have been hard to hear." He said as he lowered his head and kissed her ear, hating the fact that she had had to live thinking she wouldn't be able to have children.

"It doesn't matter anymore, love. Now…how about we finish what we really started this morning?" Her hands on his back dropped down to his waistband and her fingers started moving towards his ass.

He took in a deep breath and stepped away from her with an excited look on his face. "I almost forgot about that." He slapped his hands against his suit pockets as though he was looking for something; he walked over to his desk and looked through the two top drawers before turning disappointingly back at Scully, "where is the other half of that poptart?"

She laughed and shook her head, "I ate it an hour ago." She ducked her head away and went back to her desk, trying to avoid the disheartened look on his face. Finally after suffering thirty minutes of him giving her the silent treatment, she picked up her purse and began digging in the bottom of it as she found and collected her loose change. Once she had enough money, she quietly slid out of her chair and left their office.

Ten minutes later, she walked back into the room and quietly laid a vending machine package of powdered doughnuts on Mulder's desk, going back to her desk without a word; she smiled when heard him open the package and the wrapper crinkle as he began to eat them. Fox Mulder: hard to deal with but easy to please.

She grabbed the file Skinner had put on her desk and opened it up, her mouth gaping open as two plane tickets to North Carolina fell out of the folder, landing in her lap—she smiled and picked them up. "Look how soft Skinner's gotten…" she chuckled as she waved them up in the air so that Mulder could see. "It looks like we're going to see some crop circles after all."

"Hell yeah!" he chanted as he pumped his arm into the air. A large smiled spread across his face and he started walking towards her as he stripped out of his jacket and threw it on the floor; by the time he was at her desk, his tie, belt, and shoes had joined his jacket.

Scully had turned in her desk chair so that she was directly facing him as he did his little celebratory strip tease. When he leaned down and kissed her, she lifted her hands and started unbuttoning his shirt, letting her fingers rub his chest, her nails softly sliding against his skin.

She kicked her heels off and stood up, their height difference putting her mouth directly in front of his nipples as she stepped up close to him. She ran her hands under the fabric of his shirt, sliding them around his body until she was gripping his back; she pulled him into her and kissed each nipple, her nails tracing crop-circle designs on his back as her lips began moving down his chest.

When she reached his bellybutton, her hands came out from under his shirt and began pulling his pants down, her tongue tracing the inside seam of her lips as she concentrated on sending the fabric to the floor. She looked in Mulder's hooded eyes as she reached into his boxers and brought out his hard cock, letting it bounce naturally from its stiffness. Her hands moved back to his chest, pushing him backwards until he fell and landed in her chair, his legs stretched out in front of him, his shirt hanging loosely on his arms.

She licked her lips and began climbing on top of him, "Scully, take your pants off first." He said roughly as he tried to keep her on her feet but she shook her head as she settled deeper in his lap, facing him. She leaned forward and kissed him as her hands moved in between their bodies to stroke his cock.

He hummed contentedly into her mouth just before she pulled her lips away from his. She swiped her hand across the tip of his cock and moaned as his pre-cum moistened her palm; she lifted her hand to her face and let her tongue snake out to taste it before she lowered her hand back on him, her saliva giving her enough lubricant to slide easily against him.

"Fuck, you're so goddamn sexy," he groaned as he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her into a hard kiss. She smiled and began timing her hand movements with her kiss and the result was driving him crazy.

She knew how much he loved her signature move while she was giving him a blowjob, so she tried to mimic the movement using her hands instead. She let her hand slide up until she was just holding the tip of his cock, then she swished two fingers around the head while her thumb traced along the sensitive groove on top of his head—smiling as she found more pre-cum leaking out. She moaned into her kiss and then she tightened her hand and pumped all the way down to the base of his cock while her other hand came forward to cradle and stroke his balls.

She felt his body jerk and his eyes screw shut as he lifted his unsteady hands to begin touching her breasts, pinching her nipples hard through her clothes. "It still amazes me that you're mine—my wife," he paused a second to release a breathy sigh as her hand tightened around his throbbing cock. "that you're my lover, my best friend…"

His little speech was interrupted by Scully's demanding mouth, her lips sucking hard at his as she began to rock her body against him, giving him the feeling that he was fucking her without being inside her. "Fox, I love you" she whispered huskily when she was forced to end the kiss so that they could breathe again.

She ran her tongue against the side of his face, tasting the sweat that was running down his hairline. He tilted his head down until he could watch her hands sliding against his rigid flesh, milking his cock as though she ached for his cum, as though she needed him more than she needed it for herself. He felt the hot swipe of her tongue against his face and he growled and sighed as his head tilted backwards until he was looking up at the ceiling.

Scully kissed his jaw and his upper neck before she began panting heavily in his ear. "Close your eyes, baby. Listen to me." She said before she ran her tongue against his skin again. He moaned and wrapped his arms around her, bringing his hands to rest on her ass as he closed his eyes for her.

"You know how much I love your cock, how much I love feeling it slide deep inside me. Oh Mulder, it still makes me sore—it still takes my breath away." She saw his throat swell as he swallowed back a moan and his fingers began rubbing against her ass. "And you know how much I love your fingers in my ass—God, it makes me wet just thinking about how your move them inside me."

"God, it's so tight baby—so damn tight." He groaned as he tried to push his hands down the back of her pants but there wasn't enough room without unfastening the front button and zipper. He wanted to feel how tight her ass was, as though he didn't trust his memory of her.

"I know it is baby, but I need you to concentrate on my voice." She said, noticing how annoyed he was getting not being able to touch her; he stopped straining against her and he relaxed back in the chair again, his head once again thrown back.

"I love feeling your fingers inside me…and you always have me begging for more. And I want more, Mulder."

He opened his eyes to look at her and his pupils dilated as he saw the desire in her eyes. "What is it that you want, Mrs. Mulder?" he asked lowly, his tone sending chills rushing down her back and making her clit tingle.

"I want you to take me home tonight; I want you to make love to me—so very, very sweetly—and then I want you to…" Her voice feathered out into a whisper until it disappeared completely without finishing her sentence. Her brows furrowed and she sped up her hands in an effort to gain some courage.

He felt his stomach knot up as his orgasm neared, but he wanted her to finish talking first. He kissed her downturned face, "tell me, Dana. You can tell me anything. And I promise you—I've dreamed about it for the better part of the last decade so I'm certainly not going to judge you."

"I want it, Fox. I really do—I just don't know how to ask you for it." She said, biting down hard on her lip as her hands squeezed his cock unbearably tight.

"Just say it" he groaned out as he grabbed her shoulders as his body began shaking.

"I want to try anal sex…with you," she added unnecessarily as she dropped her head away from his face so that he couldn't see her embarrassment.

As soon as he heard her say it, his cock jerked and his orgasm finally flooded though his body, soaking his thoughts in unadulterated passion as he held onto the woman who created it all. "God yes, Dana—I've wanted to hear that so bad…I can't fucking wait to take you…I'll make it so good for you…so good for us…" he babbled as his hips thrusted into her hands.

Once her hand had pumped his cock empty, she looked down at the mess they had made. Mulder had been saved getting it on his clothes since more than half of his outfit was in the floor, but Scully had cum on her blouse and on the crotch of her pants. Well fuck.

She slid off him and grabbed a tissue and bottle of water off the desk as she started dabbing and cleaning it off her clothes. She looked up and gave Mulder a go-to-hell stare when he started laughing at her. "I think my cum looks good on you, baby." He mumbled lazily, his brain still fuzzy from the orgasm.

"Well, I think I'd rather it be inside me." She said; it took him a moment to figure out that though her tone made her sound angry, it was actually the fucking greatest thing she could have said.

"God I love you, Scully. C'mere and kiss me." He said, barely able to hold his arms open long enough for her to walk back over to him. She let him lazily kiss her before she took a step back and cleaned him up, tucking him back into his boxers.

"Before we go home…" she said, snapping her fingers and making sure he was still awake, "is there any dark fantasy you want to do to me? I don't think we should keep any secrets from each other—no matter how embarrassing."

"Oh there's a lot of dark things I want to do to you Scully—just give me five minutes and I'll show you just how dark I can be."