Chapter Eight
Scully left the bathroom wearing a silky peach-colored nightie. It hung loosely on her body, showing off a great deal of her shapely legs. Mulder got an eyeful as she made her way toward the king-sized bed. He pulled back the covers for her, allowing her to enter. Her eyes were on his incredible, muscled chest. Just knowing they were going to sleep together all night had her heart pumping furiously. As her eyes skimmed over his chest and down his well-toned body, she saw he wore nothing more than a pair of form-fitting boxers that hugged his impressive masculinity.
"Wow, Mulder, what a nice package," she commented as she lay down beside him and rested her head upon the pillow.
"So, you like what you see?" he asked as he was raised up slightly, gazing down at her next to him.
"Ohhh yeah. My heart is racing."
She took his hand and laid it upon her chest, so he could feel the curve of her breast along with the fast rhythm of her heart.
"Wow, Scully," he said as he gave her breast a light squeeze. "I like what I FEEL."
They stared into each other's eyes for the longest while as ever-so-gradually, their lips met in a soft, yet sizzling kiss. He pulled away slowly, staring at her as though she were the most precious and beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.
"Our first kiss," he said softly. "It was everything I dreamed of."
"And more," Scully added. "Mulder, the way I feel right now.; I can't even describe it."
"We'll take things slowly.; one thing at a time."
"Does this mean you're not going to try to knock me up tonight?"
"On our first date?" he said with a small chuckle. "Nahhh... Besides we are going to try to accomplish that in the fertility lab, within a petri dish."
"Ohhh so sterile and impersonal," she said with a hint of sadness. "I wish it could be different."
"It will be," he said. "Scully, when you get pregnant, we are going to be incredibly happy; no matter how it happens."
She smiled at him as he soothed her with his words "Can we cuddle and make out some more?" she asked.
"Sure," he said as he opened his arms to her. She slipped her body into the safe circle of Mulder's embrace. She let out a little sigh of contentment, resting her head against his chest.
"Don't fall asleep, Scully," he softly warned. "I wanna make out."
"But you feel so good. I feel so right here... in your arms."
"Yes, it does feel amazingly good, but I know what will feel a whole lot better."
"What's that?"
He maneuvered their bodies until they were pressed against each other as they began to hungrily kiss. The alcohol had made Scully drowsy, but Mulder's passion was awakening the fire within her soul. She moved against him erotically, wanting to become one with him in every sense of the word.
"There's no turning back now, Scully. You're mine and I am yours," he said as he managed to disengage his lips from hers.
"I never want to turn back. I have Emily. And now I have you. Soon if we're lucky, we'll be pregnant."
"As soon as we go home, I am making that call. I am ready to take the next step," Mulder stated.
"I can't wait to take it with you."
They continued to kiss and cuddle until Scully finally feel asleep, nestled against his chest. He kissed the top of her head, feeling content and pleased about their future.
