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"I can't get married tomorrow!" Scully said as she released Monica from the hug. "I haven't had anything to do with the preparation. I wanted to plan my own wedding." Monica smiled to this.

"You did. In your journal you had this big plan of exactly how your dress, the church and everything would be and we went with that. Mulder showed me the plans and we've worked solidly on the preparations since." She took Scully's hand and led her to the dress and uncovered it. "Now, tell me, is this dress just like the one you imagined yourself wearing?"

Scully nodded and bit her lip. It was all a little too much.

"It is."

"Can you try it on I need to know if it fits properly." Nervously Scully took her clothes off and touched the cool white fabric. This was it, this was the dress she had always wanted and now all she needed was for it to fit. Monica helped her into the skirt and bodice ensemble. It was a tiny bit loose around her ribcage and the skirt was a perfect fit.

"I'll alter the bodice in the morning. Now get into some going out clothes there is a party downstairs in your name."

"But its eleven pm!"

"Yes… the manager has kindly left the bar open and all of your friends are down there for your bridal shower come hen night. Oh and the ceremony is at four. Did you pack Mulder's clothes separately? He's going to be staying at your Mom's and taking care of the kids." Scully nodded again as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Tomorrow she would be walking down the aisle in this dress and marrying Mulder. Her dream had come true. And she had accused them of having an affair.

"Mon… I'm sorry for being a total bitch."

"I'll put it down to your hormones and our lack of thinking. I can see how it looked now I think about it. I'm sorry too." She looked at Scully in the mirror. "Is something wrong?"

"No. Everything is perfect except…" Monica handed her the diamond ring as if reading Scully's mind. They smiled at one another and Scully changed.

She chose a skirt that wasn't tight the week before and a close fitting top with a plunging neckline. It was her last night of freedom and she hadn't even known about it until now. She applied some eyeliner and a dab of mascara before grabbing the room key and following Monica. They headed down the corridor to the elevator, their heels tip-tapped along the tiled floor, knowing this party would be in full swing. All of Dana's friends had arrived and her mother would be arriving shortly and handing over the car and the babysitter's money to him. Monica had an over night bag for him on her shoulder.

There he stood, nervously, by the fountain. Mulder had his back to the elevators because every ping of its arrival only served another disappointment. How long was it taking Monica to convince Scully to marry him? She had said yes and no before, this was the decider? They were in love and, ok, he had been an idiot planning this without her but he wanted her to remember this for all her life, their life together.

He heard their voices before he turned around, smiling, she looked so beautiful. That was the Scully he loved. Dana Scully was the most beautiful, arousing, perfect little red-head who had walked into his office and captured his heart with one foul swoop. He would never forget the torture of six years of denial followed through with another year of procrastination. He couldn't tell her he loved her. He didn't do feelings, but, she had somehow taught him. Her smile, her eyes, everything about her had made him confess all after she had… He still managed to say the words though. He had still initiated the first kiss, that first passion-filled kiss that sent chills down both of their spines.

Scully practically ran into his arms where he lifted her up into them and kissed her, holding her body against his.

"I love you Fox Mulder" she said as the kiss broke leaving them both a little breathless. He smiled then put her down and dropped down on one knee. Scully's cheeks blushed a shade of red that closely resembled the deep plum of the carpeted foyer.

"Will you, Dana Katherine Scully, marry me tomorrow at four pm and make me the happiest man alive? I promise to love honour and obey in the bedroom. That smile on your face right now will be worn by you for everyday of our life together." Still blushing and smiling Scully nodded her head.

"You had better keep that promise, you big oaf, now get up off the floor and stop embarrassing me!" she gave a laugh right then and kissed him deeply before she looked across the foyer and saw her mother approaching a little flushed in her cheeks but looking nothing but happy.

The women led a reluctant Scully away from Mulder who looked like a little lost puppy, especially with the face he was pulling. Tenderly she smiled back at him and headed to her party. Everyone was in the bar, everyone she knew. Gathered together for the party were her friends from university, her graduating pals from the FBI training and some from her medical days. Scully couldn't believe so many people would show up for this, even her father's sister had graced the evening. She wasn't one to frequent this kind of occasion and this probably meant a lecture about having children before marriage. She had refused point blank to come to Samantha's christening because she saw it as wrong. A child out of wedlock is a child not blessed by God.

An OJ was thrust into her hand by Monica at some point through the evening where she had spent 90% of her time 'filling people in' on what Mulder was like and the children, etc. despite the looks she could feel her Aunt giving her Scully was enjoying seeing her friends again. Mingling was never Scully's forte but she made every effort to have a conversation with everyone. Occasionally Monica would renew her drink so no-one suspected she was drinking just OJ. Surrounded by friends Scully was laughing and joking with her drunken pals until, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something suspicious. Excusing herself she followed the mysterious character, passing the bar, and heading down a tiled corridor to a secluded room. Not having her weapon upon her person she thought about requesting some back up but what was the use of thirty – strong drunk FBI agents? Shaking her head she slowly opened the door. It was dark and her eyes adjusted to the dim light shining through the skylight window from the street. She could see the full moon high in the sky and a few dotted stars.

Shadows fell across the floor as people passed by the window. Straining to see, Scully let the door close quietly. There was nothing but boxes and a desk in this small room. Scully walked the ten steps across the room and peered in the boxes which contained napkins and some tablecloths. Moving towards the desk she looked at the few papers upon it. Wine and food lists and one referring to a recent meat order. Placing them back where they had been she was about to turn on her heel when she felt it. A shadow fell across her making her cold. Frozen in unarmed fear she swallowed hard.

A hand grabbed her around the waist and the other covered her mouth 'don't scream' she told herself. She was spun around to face her attacker and as she laid eyes on Mulder she laughed.

"I gotcha good, Scully!" he said softly in her ear sending chills running down her body.

"You did not!" she mused "fear is easy to feign as you well know." She said touching his face with her hand, which he kissed ever so tenderly, softly nipping at the flesh of her palm. Kissing his way down her wrist and along her arm he wasn't surprised to find her backing up against the desk. He kissed her neck, occasionally drawing circles with his tongue. She groaned deeply wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Did anyone follow you?" he asked his breath hot on her neck he could feel her shake her head as he lifted her onto the desk. "Shame… the pleasure of being caught out… imagine!" he felt her body stiffen slightly.

Her reaction told him it had aroused her. Her hands ran across his back and grabbed his butt pulling him tighter against her. Their lips met in a deep passionate kiss. Taking her by the hair he held the kiss. His arousal was beginning to make itself evident as Scully hooked her leg against his hip. Mulder ran his hand up her thigh and inside the skirt, touching her hot centre through the flimsy fabric. Mulder pulled at the underwear ripping them from her. Huskily she giggled until her eyes met with his watching them cloud over with desire for her and her alone. Scully fiddled with his shirt buttons and barely made impact as he eased his hand up and under her top and freed a breast from its position within her bra. He teased her nipple erect and sucked upon it through the flimsy fabric. Reaching for his waistband she slid from his arms and took him into her mouth. He gasped, gripping the desk behind her for support.  

Scully ran her tongue along his shaft slowly, occasionally biting him gently. Working her way up his length she took the tip of him between her teeth and gently massaged him with her tongue. She could feel him getting harder with every flick of the tongue.

Taking a deep breath she slid him deep into her mouth until she nearly gagged. Gently she began to make noises in her throat causes the vibrations to run along his member. She could feel him buckling at the knees with desire. Tenderly she pulled away slightly tasting the beginning of his orgasm. Smiling she stood up.

"God don't stop!" he appealed and watched as she pulled her skirt up and around her hips as she settled back against the desk. "You are so wonderful." He said kissing her hard on the lips.

He pulled her legs around his wait and entered her with a thrust that was harder than intended. Scully gasped feeling him inside of her was always a dream come true. He filled her completely. Mulder set the slow rhythm of to and fro urging Scully's body to respond to him. He was so close and had to have her come with him.

"Come with me, Dana?" she nodded as he began teasing her clitoris with his thumb, softly at first then harder and then softly again. All the time he thrust deeply into her making her cry out his name. Her nails scratched down his back as she began to climax, her muscles began to squeeze against him. Her hands pushed against his chest then pulled him against her. Scully's face began contorting with pleasure. Her breaths became shortened as she struggled to breathe with the building orgasm within her. Her eyes fluttered open she watched Mulder's face begin to turn serious. The way it always did just before he came. He toyed with her a little more holding back on his own movements in the vain attempt to stave off his own orgasm. Their last night as an unmarried couple had to be perfect. Scully's hips bucked against his as she felt herself reaching that ultimate high. A tidal wave of passion thundered through her stomach and across her upper body making her jerk backwards calling out his name. With one last thrust Mulder exploded into Scully. She leant into his neck kissing him hard and suckling the flesh, near his shoulder, until a small bruise had appeared. Not that she realised she had marked him as hers.

As their breathing slowed and their heart rates returned to something resembling normal they heard the resounding clicking of heels. Mulder pulled his trousers up and her skirt down before hiding beneath the desk. The door opened and Monica stepped into the moonlit room.

"Are you okay, Dana?" Scully nodded feeling the burning of her cheeks at being nearly caught out.

Mulder was crouched on the floor behind her, beneath the desk, and couldn't resist one last kiss… to her backside. Scully's breathe caught in her throat as he kissed her before gently biting at the flesh through her skirt.

"Dana?" Monica looked puzzled.

"The baby is kicking my bladder. I'm okay, really. I needed some quiet time. There are so many people out there." Monica took Scully by the hand and led her from the room.

"And I'm sure Mulder being beneath that desk has nothing to do with it!" she said as she closed the door behind them both leaving Mulder still crouching under the desk in the deserted room.