My Brother's Best Friend
A story by Government Patsy
Chapter 14
Mulder POV
"What's going on?" I ask Diana as I sit down in the briefing room of the Hoover Building where our meeting is scheduled to begin in thirty minutes.
"Serial rapist and killer," she sighs, turning around to look at me as I go over the file I was handed before walking in here.
I skim over the pages, desperately wanting to turn my eyes away as I study the crime scene photos. A young woman laid out beautifully, her face serene and calm. If you look only to her face you could think she was sleeping peacefully in the snow. But her mangled body tells a different story. She's naked and tortured. I read the rest of the file, my stomach tied in a knot.
I flew in this morning. I was spending my Thursday evening with Dana, I was rather busy eating her out when my work phone started ringing from the night stand. She was so close as well but the phone distracted her. I tried to ignore it but obviously Dana didn't let me, chuckling as she was tapping my shoulders. As I picked up the phone, I was informed that I'd been booked on the next flight to DC. After packing my bag, putting on a suit and kissing Dana goodbye, I'd been out the door. Two plane rides and a lay-over in LA later, I'd picked up my rental car and gone straight to the Hoover Building.
"Did you just get here?" Diana asks, sitting down next to me.
"Yeah, I came straight here from the airport," I tell her as I continue to study the file in hand.
"Did you get any sleep on the plane?" she asks sweetly.
I look up at her, furrowing my eyebrows slightly in confusion. I just shrug and nod before looking back down to the file. I don't like it when Diana acts all friendly like this, all sweet and caring. But I just brush it off. We are somewhat friendly after all, even though it's making me uncomfortable it's probably just her way of showing me that she cares.
Soon enough other agents start filing in and Diana briefs everyone. This is the first major case that she's running herself and she doesn't seem nervous in the slightest but highly professional and together. She gives everyone a task to do and obviously I'll be doing the profiling. I get right to work and go to the latest crime scene.
It's late before I turn into my motel. I have a quick shower and throw myself down on the bed after putting on some joggers and a t-shirt. I call Dana and we talk for a little while before we're both tired and sleepy. We talk about the wedding and what she's been up to. How the baby bump is doing. I tell her that this case might take a while to resolve. I was meant to help out with a lot of stuff in the next two weeks and I feel guilty for not being there for her. She's pregnant and alone, planning our wedding. But she doesn't yell at me or get even slightly annoyed. She just says she understands and that she'll miss me. I feel even more guilty, I don't deserve her. I tell her how much I love her before we finally hang up.
The next day is Saturday but most of the team is still coming into work. I pick up my work on the profile but he's still not clear to me. He's constantly contradicting himself. He treats these women horribly but handles them with such care in the way he displays them. They've all been put to rest in beautiful places, laid out carefully. Normally, I'd think this was a sign of him being remorseful but this man doesn't regret his actions.
I feel like I'm at an endpass. I feel stuck. This case is so frustrating. He's escalating as well. His first murder happening almost six months ago and then he was dormant for five months before striking again. But his third victim was found just close to a month after his second. We don't have that long if we want to catch him before he commits his next murder. Before another girl is taken and mistreated only to be tortured and killed slowly.
I walk into the break room sighing deeply. I'm late for lunch but some of the other guys made sure to leave a sandwich with my name on it. I unwrap it and try to empty my mind for a few minutes while I satisfy my hunger. I gulp down some water after clearing up after myself and turn around to find Diana watching me.
"How's it coming along?" she asks me.
"It's not," I sigh, running a hand over my face in frustration. "I can't get inside his head."
"You'll get there, Fox," she sounds confident. "But you seem preoccupied… everything alright?"
"Yeah…" I shrug, leaning back against the counter. "Well, not really."
"What is it?" she walks closer to me.
"I don't feel like I should be here," I tell her honestly. "I was supposed to help out and now Dana's alone with everything… we're getting married in two weeks and she's all alone… what kind of a way to start a marriage is that?"
"You're getting married in two weeks?" she exclaims, stopping in her tracks, folding her arms over her chest.
I nod and can't quite keep the smile away.
"To the girl? The redhead?" she seems skeptical and my smile falters.
"Dana," I tell her.
"Right," she scoffs. "I thought we were friends!"
"Yeah?" I fail to see the connection, utterly confused now.
"I'm not invited to your wedding?" she sounds hurt.
"Well," I scratch my head. "Given our history, I don't really think that'd be appropriate…"
I hadn't even thought about inviting Diana to our wedding, we might be friendly but we're not that close. Besides, I know I wouldn't want someone Dana has history with at our wedding and I'm pretty sure she feels the same way.
"Is she jealous?" Diana has the audacity to ask me and look smug about it as well.
"What does she have to be jealous of?" I stand up straight and my whole demeanour hardens.
"Well, we have history, as you said," she smiles. "I'm older than her, more experienced. Successful in my career. I can see how that might seem threatening to a young thing like her."
"We've been in love for more than five years," I chuckle. "And she might be a bit younger than me but she's been keeping me in line since she was 14, she's the most amazing and capable woman I've ever met… trust me, she's not insecure enough to be truly jealous of anyone."
"Five years?!" she doesn't seem to believe me. "You were in love with her when we…"
"Yes," I answer her unasked question. "She's the reason I didn't want to escalate things further with you, that I couldn't. It's always been her."
"I see," she says and her face turns sour.
She doesn't look sad, she just looks angry. She turns around and walks out of the room.
I can't find it in myself to care. She was being disrespectful to Dana and that's pretty much unforgivable in my book. Diana doesn't even know her.
I go back to work but we end up calling it a day around five. We're not getting anywhere. Except for the extra details around town where he might stalk his next victim, we're all taking Sunday off.
As I get back to my motel, I pick up a few drinks and snacks from the vending machine in the lobby, before returning to my room. I'm fiddling around for my roomkey in my pocket when her voice makes me stop dead in my tracks.
"Hey," is all she says.
I look up and see her standing against the door to my room. She looks radiant.
"Grab the key in my pocket," I tell her with a smile, the snacks and drinks in my hand.
I walk over to her and she smiles as she reaches into my pocket, her hand purposely cupping a feel of my already hardening cock. I groan as she slowly pulls the key out, turning around to unlock the door. I walk closer to her, leaning down to kiss her neck as she wiggles her ass against my erection.
The minute we're inside the motel room, I drop what I have in my hands and we eagerly tear each other's clothes off.
It's quick but passionate and after we've both climaxed, we're panting as we lay next to each other on the bed.
"What are you doing here?" I chuckle.
"Are you not happy to see me?" she smiles at me, moving under the covers.
"Of course," I move under the covers with her, pulling her into my arms. "Didn't I just show you how happy I am to see you?"
"Mmmh," she chuckles, her hand stroking my chest and arm. "I just had to talk to you."
"Talk, huh?" I tease her.
"Yes, Mulder," she pinches my arm slightly in jest. "I could tell on the phone last night… you feel guilty about being here, don't you?"
"Dana," I sigh, suddenly serious and slightly emotional. "It's not fair to you that you have to do everything on your own… you're expecting our child and we're getting married and I'm not there for it…"
"Mulder," she chuckles. "Your work is important. And you love your work, I love how dedicated you are. Don't let yourself get distracted, you have to do your best. If I'm gonna be a doctor there'll be times when I have to leave in the middle of whatever we're doing, should I feel bad about that?"
"It's different," I argue. "You'd be saving someone's life potentially."
"Aren't you potentially doing that as well?" she counterpoints.
"I guess," I sigh. "But it's a longer process. This case we're working right now, we're not even close yet."
"As long as you're home the day we're getting married, we'll get through it, Mulder," she leans up to press a kiss to my lips. "Our wedding is planned already, you're not missing anything except picking up a few things around town. Which I'm more than capable of doing myself. Your mother has offered her help as well, I'm not even sure she'll let me do anything on my own."
"Good," I chuckle. "You really don't mind me being here?"
"I don't mind your work, Mulder," she tells me. "I miss you when you're gone but this is part of you. And I love the way your mind works and how you use it to help people. You're fighting the good fight and I couldn't be more proud of you."
"You're amazing, you know that?" I'm so in love with this woman.
"I know, babe," she sighs content, pulling away from me slightly. "Your child is hungry."
"Is he?" I beam at her, pulling the cover down to put my large hand over her small, protruding stomach.
"He?" she questions, putting her hand over mine and moving it a bit down on her stomach.
"Or she," I chuckle, for the first time considering what gender our baby might be. "What do you think?"
"I'm not sure," she laces her fingers through mine. "I don't really mind either way. I just hope they look like you."
"I wouldn't mind a little redheaded, know-it-all," I tease her, earning another pinch. "Ouch!"
"Get us some food," she demands, pulling the cover up over her naked body again.
I give her a kiss before getting out of bed. I order some food on my phone and pull on some clothes. I clear the small table in my room and pick up the drinks and snacks I dropped on the floor earlier.
"Do you want a diet coke or a bottle of water?" I ask Dana.
"Water," she says, pulling on her panties and the dress shirt I've worn to work today.
We sit down at the table and I scoot closer towards her.
"When are you leaving again?" I wonder.
"Around midnight tomorrow," she says. "I have classes on Monday but I'll be here when you come back from work tomorrow."
"We're not working tomorrow," I tell her with a smile. "We're a bit stuck so we're picking it back up on Monday… so what do you wanna do tomorrow?"
"Maybe you could show me around," she looks excited at the prosper and I nod eagerly.
After enjoying our dinner we spend the rest of the evening in bed. At one point we find a cheesy movie to watch but neither one of us is paying attention to it after a little while.
We wake up a bit later than usual in the morning and have a long, hot shower together before getting ready for the day. It's a cold day in DC but we enjoy each other's company as we browse the museums, walking hand in hand around our country's capital, taking in all the culture.
It's late in the afternoon when we make it back to the motel. I pull her into my arms and sit down on the bed, pulling her into my lap. She willingly straddles me, stroking my hair back and leaning down to capture my lips.
"I love you," I whisper against her lips.
She moans slightly and rolls her hips against mine. Our kiss heats up and she pushes against me until I'm laying down, her kisses travel down my neck. She bites and sucks at my skin and I'm moaning her name, completely at her mercy. She tugs at the hem of my sweater and I sit up to help her remove it along with my t-shirt underneath it. She pushes me back down and her kisses travel further south. I'm groaning as she unbuttons my jeans, pulling my hard cock out of my pants and boxers.
"Fuck!" I hiss as she takes me into her mouth, my hand entangling in her hair. "I don't want to come in your mouth…"
She slowly releases me from her mouth, sucking down on my sensitive head and releasing it with a pop.
There's a loud knock on the door and we're both startled.
"Fox!" I recognize Diana's voice and I sigh exhaustedly.
"Wait a minute!" I holler back.
Dana stands up and sits down in a chair, folding her arms over her chest as I try to stuff my still semi-hard cock into my boxers and jeans. As I finally manage to close them I pull on my t-shirt and open the door, slightly disheveled still.
"A young woman has been reported missing," Diana says, walking into my room without an invitation.
She stops in her tracks as she sees Dana but my interest has been piqued.
"Same type as the other victims?" I wonder. "His cooldown period has shortened significantly if this is our unsub."
Diana looks away from Dana and takes in my appearance, squinting her eyes at me.
"Did I disturb something?" she asks me, coldly.
"It's fine," I sigh. "Where are we going?"
"I'll wait in the car, I'll tell you on the way," Diana moves past me and walks out through the door again. "Hurry up, Fox!"
I hurriedly get dressed and holster my gun at my hip.
"Why is she coming to your motel room, Mulder?" Dana asks me and I look up from tying my shoes.
"Didn't you hear what she just said?" I wonder, surprised at her reaction.
"She could have called you," Dana shrugs. "Why does she even know where you're staying?"
"It's a bureau issued room," I tell her. "Dana, I'll be back before you leave, okay?"
"Okay," she nods her head, looking disappointed.
I sigh. I don't know what to do. I hear Diana honk the horn and I walk out the door. I look back but Dana doesn't meet my gaze.
I'm almost by the car when I hear her.
"Mulder, wait!"
I turn around and run back to her. She's standing in the door and I envelop her in my arms. She surprises me by kissing me quite passionately.
"I'm sorry," she whispers against my lips. "I love you, you know that, right?"
"I know," I smile at her, giving her one last kiss before turning around and getting in the car with Diana.
She briefs me on the new development in the case and lets me know where we're going. It's a two hour drive. I know I won't be making it back to Dana tonight and I decide to call her right away and tell her.
"It's okay," she says. "I guess the next time we see each other will be at the wedding."
"I can't wait," I tell her honestly. "What are you doing tonight then?"
"Well, you did leave me rather hot and bothered, so I might just have some fun on my own," she teases me and I turn further away from Diana, leaning my head against the car window.
"Don't tell me that," I beg her. "I don't want to wait two weeks to… see you again."
"A break might be good," she chuckles. "Our wedding night will be special."
"Of course it will be," I smile into the phone.
"But I'll miss you, Mulder. I can't wait to be married to you."
"Me neither," I tell her honestly.
We say our goodbyes and I can't help but sigh as I hang up the phone.
It's quiet between Diana and me for a little while. She looks over to me for a few seconds before looking back on the road.
"You have a hickey, that's not very professional," she says tight-lipped. "We're on our way to see a grieving mother, Fox."
"Agent Mulder," I correct her. "If you want to talk about professionalism you might call me that, Agent Fowley. And I didn't know I'd be working tonight, hence the hickey. You could have just called me."
"Fine," she concedes.
"We've known each other for a year now, do you really want to bicker like this?" I ask her.
"Of course not," she sighs. "I just thought… it all happened so fast, I didn't know you were that serious about her."
"I told you when we got engaged last summer," I wrinkle my brow.
"I know," she shrugs. "I just always thought you'd come back to me…"
"Back to you?" I exclaim. "I was never even with you."
"For a little while we were almost together," she says sadly. "I thought you could grow to love me."
"I… I care about you a lot," I tell her honestly. "But we're coworkers and I'm very happy with Dana."
"Well," she sighs deeply and gives me a small smile. "I'm happy for you then."
"Thank you," I say sincerely. "And you have plenty of suitors, I'm sure."
"I have my fair share to pick from," she chuckles. "I did always want what I can't have though."
We joke a bit more back and forth - I'm happy that the mood between us has lightened.
It turns out the young woman who went missing had eloped with her boyfriend, she was very surprised when she returned home and found the feds at her house.
Five days later another victim turns up though. Our main suspect is in our custody as she turns up. There's no way he could be our guy and we're back to square one. I narrow in on him with my profile though. I'm finally inside this monster's head. Diana is rushing off to make his arrest as I'm rushing to the airport late Friday night.
I talk to Bill and my dad on the phone, telling them that I'll be home in time, making sure they don't tell Dana how close to missing our wedding that I am right now.
The plane is an hour late and I miss my connecting flight. I'm swearing as I watch it take off without me, scaring an older woman. I have to wait another hour for the next flight. It's gonna be close but I can still make it… I hope...
I rush through the airport, my dad on the phone telling me to run. I throw myself into the car and he takes off. I've never seen my dad drive like this but the gas pedal definitely feels the weight of his foot. As we're finally at my parents' house, I shower in two minutes and pull on some fresh boxers before walking into my old bedroom. I throw myself into my light grey, checkered three-piece suit, an ironed white shirt and a simple, black tie underneath the vest and blazer. I stick my feet into my shiny, black dress shoes and hurry downstairs. Everyone is already at the church, it's just my dad here, waiting for me. We drive fast to Dana's church. I'm not religious but I know Dana considers herself a Catholic and I was happy we got dispensation from the church to marry, even though my family is Jewish. I run inside from the back, taking my place at the altar next to Bill, my best man.
"Finally!" he sounds relieved.
I can't speak, I'm way too wired. My mother runs up and fixes my hair, much to the amusement of the people in the pews.
I take a deep breath and then the organ music starts to play and the doors to the church open. My breath hitches in my throat and tears well up in my eyes. She's glowing, radiant, beautiful. My heart fills with pride and time stops. The stress and the sleepless flight is a million miles away and now there's only her and me. Our eyes lock and I smile at her. I don't see anyone else and I don't hear anything at all. It feels like forever before she's finally right in front of me.
"Hi," I whisper, as I take her hands. "I missed you."
"I missed you too," she says shyly.
I'm just about to lean in for a kiss when the priest clears his throat before starting to talk, Dana blushing slightly.
x
Dana POV
He's staring at me intently. When I saw him standing at the end of the aisle, tears in his eyes, my knees nearly gave away under me.
We mindlessly repeat the words Father McCue is reciting for us, Mulder nearly messes it up but he saves it and gives me his sly, little smile. The one I fell in love with when I was 14 years old.
We exchange rings and then finally we kiss. I've missed him so much and I put my arms around his neck as he puts his own arms around my middle, his tongue delving into my mouth. We continue to kiss but when I hear people cheering, I remember where we are and I pull back and hide my face in Mulder's neck. His hands stroke my naked back and he kisses the top of my head. He takes my hand and we walk down the aisle together, everyone throwing rice at us as we walk out the church.
We're being congratulated but I can't keep my eyes or thoughts off of Mulder. I can't believe that I'm married to him. I can't stop smiling. He looks so handsome in his grey, checkered suit. It's tailored to him, showing off his amazing physique. I can't believe that this man is mine.
We both get into the black Rolls Royce that'll drive us to the wedding venue, waving goodbye to everyone.
"We're married," Mulder says, looking as lovestruck as I feel. "You're my wife."
"You're my husband," I say dreamily and we share a sweet kiss.
"You look so beautiful," he says in awe, his eyes moving down over my body, his hands once again stroking my bare back.
The upper part of my dress is lacey, with long sleeves but a very low-cut back. The lace ends about an inch below my breasts, turning into a softer material that flows freely all the way down to the floor. It's classy but not old-fashioned and it hides my small, protruding stomach. I love it and it seems like Mulder is happy with it too. I'm not wearing a veil, slightly to the disappointment of my mother, but I'm wearing a few white flowers in my french braid.
"You're so handsome," I sigh, fixing his hair slightly.
"I didn't have time to style my hair," he sounds apologetic. "I only just made it to the wedding today."
"You made it," I smile at him. "I like your hair like this."
"We haven't made love in two weeks," Mulder leans in to whisper in my ear.
I look ahead to the driver but he doesn't seem to have heard anything. Mulder's lips descend on my neck and I bite back a moan.
"You have to stop that," I push him away but he just leers at me.
"Saving yourself for the wedding night?" he teases me, taking my hand and bringing it to the front of his trousers.
"Oh, God," I murmur, feeling myself grow wet for him as I feel his hardening shaft through his pants.
I should stop this but I squeeze him through the soft material and he groans slightly.
"I can't wait to come inside my wife," he whispers against my ear, his hot breath making me grow even wetter for him.
"Well, you're gonna have to wait," I remove my hand from his crotch, straightening his tie. "I have special plans for you tonight."
He leans in and we kiss. We get completely lost in each other. His lips are soft but demanding. As the car stops, I'm brought back to reality. I push Mulder away and we smile and laugh. I don't think we've ever been happier.
Our wedding day is a big blur. Between greeting guests, eating amazing food, wedding cake and sitting through speeches… it all just happens so fast. Time slows down slightly as we have our first dance. But then other people join us on the dance floor and before long we're not even dancing with each other anymore.
"Are you alright, sweetie?" Mrs. Mulder sits down next to me to ask.
"Yeah," I smile as I watch my own mother dance with Mulder - ever since we told my parents about our relationship, my mom has grown fonder of Mulder with every passing day.
"You look very happy, dear," she chuckles.
"I am," I say and try to fight the blush creeping up on my face.
"Are you enjoying your wedding day?" she takes my hand in hers.
"Sure," I nod. "It's just… I thought I'd have more time with Fox."
She breaks into a throaty laughter and I feel myself blush.
"You'll have plenty of time together, sweetheart," she assures me, still chuckling. "You have the rest of your life."
"What's so funny?" Mulder asks us, standing in front of us, smiling sweetly.
"Your wife missed you," his mother says as she winks at me.
Mulder holds out his hand and I take it, standing up with him. He sneaks his arm around my waist and kisses my temple.
"Ehm, mom… when do you think we can bail?" he asks her shamelessly.
"Mulder," I whisper harshly, once again blushing.
"It is getting late," Mrs. Mulder agrees with a smile as she scouts the room. "I'll round everyone up."
As we exit the wedding venue, everyone is waving us goodbye as we once again get into the Rolls Royce. It's a short drive from the venue to our apartment.
We don't talk on the way back, we just share small kisses. As we're finally at the apartment, Mulder carries me inside, carrying me over the threshold while we're both giggling. He carries me all the way upstairs into our bedroom before gently putting me down.
I step back and turn on the soft light on the nightstand. As I turn back towards him he's smiling at me with so much love and lust in his eyes. I slowly ease my way out of my wedding dress, letting it pool on the floor around my ankles. I'm left in my white, lacey panties, lace thigh-highs and matching garter belt. I'm still wearing my heels as well. Mulder's eyes are almost completely black with desire and he's biting his lower lip as his eyes keep wandering over my body. I walk down to the foot end of the bed and sit down on the edge, leaning back slightly on my hands. He takes a step towards me but I shake my head.
"Undress," I tell him, my voice so sultry I can hardly recognize it. "Slowly."
He sheds his blazer first and steps out of his shoes. He slowly starts popping open the buttons of his vest, all the while his eyes are burning with desire. As the vest comes off he untugs his tie and then unbuttons his white dress shirt. He walks towards me as he sheds the shirt and tie. His abs are tensing as he moves his hands to his belt buckle. I can't hold back a groan as he unbuckles the belt and opens his pants. His cock lays heavy in his boxers and I feel like I can see it throb through the material. He steps out of the pants and removes his socks. As he stands up again, he's right before me in just his boxers. I reach out and trail my nails down his abs to the hem of his boxers.
"I have a present for you," I tell him.
He smirks and I shake my head.
"The top drawer of your dresser," I nod my head towards it.
"It can wait," he says impatiently.
"No," I insist. "Go look."
"Alright," he sighs, quickly walking over to his dresser.
He opens it unceremoniously but then his demeanour changes as he gazes inside the drawer. His eyes widen and so does his smile. For the last two weeks I've been thinking about how to make our wedding night special and I've been fantasizing about it every night in this bed.
"The vibrator is mine but the rest is for us," I tell him.
I've bought a small selection of toys for the bedroom. There's a light bondage kit with a blindfold, a little whip, a paddle and a few other things. I also got a vibrating cock ring, some buttplugs and a few different lubes. I have no idea what Mulder might want to use but I'm down for whatever he's down for.
"You have a vibrator?" he asks me in surprise.
"I got it in college," I shrug. "I still use it sometimes… when you're not home…"
"God, I need to see that one day," he smirks and I nod, my pulse quickening. "And you want us to use this stuff tonight?"
"If you want," I say, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. "We don't have to if you…"
"Oh, I want to," he assures me, his eyes still going over the content of the drawer.
"Good," I sigh, crossing my legs to alleviate the throbbing between them.
He walks over to me and leans down to kiss me.
"Do you want me to be in charge tonight?" he asks me huskily between kisses.
"Mmmh," I confirm, my hands on his shoulders and in his hair.
"Lay back," he orders me, standing back up. "Take your panties off but leave the rest on."
He walks back to the drawer and I unclasp the garterbelt from the thigh-high stockings to pull off my panties before clasping it back on again. I lay down on the pillow and it feels like I have butterflies in my tummy. I remember the first time we ever had sex. Right here in this room, on this bed. I almost feel like an untouched virgin again, nearly dying from just the anticipation of his touch.
"Close your eyes," he tells me and I do.
I hear him bring a few things over to the nightstand but then he places a blindfold over my eyes.
"I wasn't gonna look," I tell him.
"Just making sure," he sounds smug and I bite my lip.
I feel something cold on my right wrist and then I hear a metal clasp lock. I realize quickly that he's handcuffed me and he moves my hand to the top corner of the bed. He does the same thing to my other hand. I try to move against my restraints but the metal just digs into my skin slightly. I groan in frustration and pleasure. I wonder what he's handcuffed me to. The bed has a soft frame which is basically a big pillow. I did get some handcuffs with a longer chain so we might be able to use them but I can't figure out how he's made it work.
As I feel the bed dip between my legs all other thought is forgotten though. I spread my legs to make room for him and instinctively reach out to touch him but my wrists just meet metal again.
"Easy there," he breathes out against my now hardening nipple before taking it between his teeth.
"Fuck!" I exclaim in pain and pleasure, bucking my hips upwards and coming into contact with his very hard cock.
I groan even louder and try to do it again but he holds me down. He continues to bite, lick and kiss my breasts, my stomach, my hips and my thighs. I'm moaning and thrashing around. It feels so good but I want so much more.
"Please…" I beg him.
"Please what?" he asks, his breath coming into contact with my clit.
"More…" I moan. "I need more."
He moves slightly and I hear him pick up some things from the nightstand and drop them on the bed.
"What do you need?" he asks me, his tongue darting out to meet my clit briefly, the flat of his tongue tasting me.
"God," I roll my hips upwards trying to prolong the contact. "I need you!"
"You do need me," he says huskily - his tongue meeting my clit again, only slightly longer contact this time. "Do you want your wedding night to be gentle or rough?"
"Rough," I answer immediately and he groans, dipping his head down between my legs again.
His tongue is lapping away at me, his fingers deep inside of me and I'm getting close to a climax already. But he slows down and I feel his fingers slowly move from my vagina and down to my sphincter.
"Mulder!" I shriek in surprise as one wet finger eases inside.
"Do you want me there? One day?" he breathes out against my clit, between licks.
"Mmmmh," I feel a gush of wetness pool out of me at the mere thought as his finger pushes more firmly inside of my ass.
"Your ass is so fucking tight," he groans. "I want to bury my cock in my wife's ass."
"You're… oh, fucking God," I'm way too distracted by how surprisingly good this feels. "You're way too big, Mulder… we need… more time…"
"I know," he says hoarsely, slowly removing his finger.
Suddenly there's no contact, my body is screaming for him to be back on me or inside of me. I hear a cap being popped open. It can only be a lube bottle. I'm wondering why he would need lube with how wet I am when I feel something slightly bigger than his finger against my ass. It's wet, covered in lube. And it's hard. I groan in pleasure as he pushes it inside of me and then slowly retracts it. He does this quite a few times and I'm thrashing my head on the pillow, constantly begging him, urging him on. I don't think I've ever been more wet.
He pushes the presumed buttplug inside of me one last time and leaves it in, lowering himself down over me, rubbing his hard cock over my clit and down to my opening.
He takes my nipple into his mouth, then kisses his way up to my neck and finally meets my mouth. I'm mindlessly fighting against the handcuffs again, trying to reach out for him.
As he finally kisses me, he moves his cock inside of me. We groan in unison, breathing against each other's mouths. I feel the blindfold being removed from my eyes as he begins to fuck me in earnest. I'm taken aback by his beauty. The way he's looking at me as he drives into me. I feel so full. Full of him.
"You feel so fucking good," I tell him between moans.
"You're so hot," he groans, raising himself up further, his hands on the mattress.
He looks down to where he's continuously ramming into me, the lace of the garter belt still sitting on my hips. I pull my legs further back, making the lace of the thigh-highs rub against his sides. It also makes him go even deeper inside of me. His balls are slapping against the buttplug every time, causing me to feel even further stimulation.
"Mmmmh, harder, babe," I beg him and he groans, fucking me so hard. "I'm so fucking close…"
"I've thought about this all fucking day," he exclaims. "I want to see you come for me. Are you gonna be a good girl and come for me?"
His erratic, hard thrusts and his hot, lust-laded voice pushes me over the edge. I come hard, my insides squeezing him, the pressure in my ass adding to my orgasm, making it all the more powerful. He buries his head in my neck as he comes inside of me, his back arching as he empties himself, coating my internal walls with his semen. My orgasm finally dies down as he collapses on top of me. My muscles are still spasming slightly. I move my hands to rub his back but they're still in handcuffs. I sigh deeply.
"What a way to consummate our marriage," he says, smirking slightly as he lifts himself off of me, giving me a quick peck on the mouth.
"Mmmmh, that was perfect," I agree.
I pull my legs back slightly as he carefully removes the buttplug. It looks tiny compared to his cock and I wonder how I'll ever fit him - I do know that I want it though. He unlocks the handcuffs and I notice he's cuffed the other end to the post of the bed on the floor, the long chains just reaching the top of the bed. There's a few red lines around my wrists but it's nothing major and it doesn't hurt too badly.
He gingerly removes the rest of my clothing and pulls the covers up to keep me warm. He gets into bed himself and I turn on my side to face him. He takes my hand in his and places a kiss on my finger, the one bearing the wedding ring.
"We didn't have that much time to talk today," he sighs.
"I know," I agree. "I was starting to worry you'd miss the wedding earlier."
"I'd never miss it," he says sincerely. "I would have been here earlier but the plane was late and I missed my connecting flight. I was so scared I was gonna disappoint you."
"You could never disappoint me," I tell him honestly, pressing a kiss to his lips.
"I can't believe we're married," he smiles. "I can't believe how amazing you made our first time as husband and wife."
"Yeah, it was great," I sigh.
"You really want to?" he seems unsure of himself. "We don't have to but you said you might want to… to do anal."
"I want to," I let him know, feeling myself blush. "But I think it'll be a little while until we're ready for that."
"But it felt okay?" he wonders. "The buttplug?"
"Mmmh, it did," I lick my lips.
We smile at each other and share another kiss.
"I have to leave in the morning," he says apologetically.
"The case isn't over yet?" I sigh.
"Almost," he nods. "They might have arrested him yesterday - I've had my phone off so I won't know for sure until tomorrow when I turn it back on."
"You can't finish your report from here?" I wonder.
"They want me to interview him - I need to talk to him," he closes his eyes.
"How long do we have?" I want to know.
He grabs my phone from the nightstand to check the time.
"Just over five hours," he sighs.
"Are you tired?" I ask him, smirking slightly.
"Nope," he chuckles, pulling me closer.
I move on top of him and after simply kissing for a significant amount of time we make love while kissing and touching each other. It's much softer and gentler than before. It's almost a divine experience.
In the morning we make love one last time before he has to leave.
As I wake up later in the day, I groan. My body aches deliciously after being used. My muscles are tired and sore. I look at my wrists and smile at the few bruises that have formed there from the handcuffs.
I get out of bed and see that Mulder's cleaned up after us. My wedding dress and his suit are hanging on hangers by our closet. I walk into the bathroom and brush my teeth before jumping in the shower. I let the hot water soothe my aching muscles.
After drying my hair, I walk back to the bedroom to get dressed. I decide on some leggings and a long-sleeved t-shirt. I love this striped t-shirt but I don't wear it anymore since it's tight enough that it shows off the baby bump. But right now I'm alone so I don't mind it. I move my hand over the small bump as I study my reflection in the full length mirror.
I walk downstairs and make myself some breakfast. But just as I've sat down to eat it, there's a knock on the door. I sigh and walk over to open up.
"Hey," my brother is scratching his neck. "Am I disturbing?"
"No, come on in," I smile at Bill and let him inside. "I was just about to have breakfast, do you want anything?"
"No, no…" he says, sitting down opposite me by the table. "I ate a few hours ago."
"Right," I nod. "I slept in today."
"Yeah…" he seems uncomfortable. "Is Mulder not up yet?"
"He left for work this morning," I let him know.
"Already?" Bill seems surprised.
"It was urgent," I shrug. "Did you need to talk to him?"
"Nah," he shrugs. "I came here to talk to you…"
"About what?" I wonder.
"Well…" he sighs. "I meant to talk to you yesterday at the wedding but there was never a right ti-..."
Suddenly Bill grows quiet. I realise I've been mindlessly stroking my slightly protruding, pregnant stomach through my t-shirt. His eyes are widening.
"Dana, you're showing!" he says in amazement.
"I know," I chuckle. "I have been for a little while - I've just been wearing looser clothes."
"Wow," he seems lost in watching my stomach, I have no idea what is going on inside his head.
"So what did you want to talk to me about?" I ask him.
"Yeah…" he looks back up to my face. "I'm not even sure… it's just…"
"What is it?" I wonder where this is going.
"You're married to my best friend now," he shrugs. "I'd gotten used to you guys being together but it's still a bit weird to me. How… how did it happen?"
"It was a schoolgirl crush," I shrug and blush. "And when Mulder came back from New York it grew from that to something more. I fell in love with him. I've always loved him."
"Why did you never tell me that?" he seems slightly hurt. "I understand why it would be hard for Mulder to tell me that he has the hots for my sister… but I would have listened to you!"
"I didn't want to hurt you," I tell him honestly. "In some way, both of us felt like we were betraying you by being together. I was scared of losing you… the way you look at me and protect me… I think I was scared I would lose that part of you."
"I'm your big brother," he smiles at me. "You'll never lose any part of what that entails. Never. No matter how old we are, I'll always beat the crap out of anyone who dares lay a hand on my little sister."
"That was probably what I feared too," I chuckle. "I didn't want to come between Mulder and you. You've always been protective of me and I had no idea how you'd initially react when you found out that Mulder had been… that we'd been…"
I'm not sure how to frase it but Bill cuts me off.
"I guess I did react by punching him in the face," he comments wryly and we both break into a laugh. "Well, at least he married you."
"Yeah," I nod and try to stifle a yawn.
"Is the baby making you tired?" he wonders.
"Sometimes," I nod. "But I didn't get a lot of sleep last night."
"Ugh, Dana!" he stands up from his seat, making a grimace. "I don't need to hear about your wedding night, please!"
"Alright, Bill," I roll my eyes at him, feeling a blush creep up on my neck.
"Call me if you need help with anything!" he changes the subject, walking around the table to give me a hug.
"Thank you, Bill," I say sincerely.
"I love you, little sister," he gives me an extra tight squeeze.
"I love you too," I smile into his shoulder.