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As far away from the darkness as they could get.
For him, that was wherever Scully was. For as long as he'd known her, she was and continued to be the endless source of light that kept him going. But if he needed to find a geographical location for the sake of symbolism, he was going to try his damnedest to do it right. However, finding a vacation destination that could capture the hope she gave him was proving to be a difficult feat.
She'd offered to help him many times, but he wanted to do this himself. He wanted to impress her. To make sure she knew he was taking this seriously - that he was taking them seriously. He could tell she was a little apprehensive, no doubt accustomed to the decades worth of one star motel rooms and unsavory destination choices, but she was conciliatory to his pleas, probably curious to see what he'd choose when left to his own devices.
Mulder had quickly replaced cutting out newspaper articles and spending all of his time on internet conspiracy forums in favor of looking at travel brochures and vacation hot spots. He wanted to take them somewhere breathtaking where they could just enjoy themselves.
If her reaction was any indication, he'd done a pretty damn good job.
Scully saw the Maldives on her ticket, then on the boarding monitor, but she didn't seem to believe it until they touched down and got off the plane. "Mulder," she'd whispered breathlessly, her mouth agape as she took in the landscape.
"Did I do good?" he asked, watching her face and knowing nothing around them could possibly be more beautiful.
She looked up at him and gave him a beaming smile followed by a series of kisses. "You. Did. So. Good," she giggled.
Her spirits were high as ever the entire taxi ride to their resort, but he couldn't help but worry about one small detail he'd left out. He didn't think she'd have any issue going along with it, but he hadn't really realized until this moment how much he wanted her to have a positive reaction to the information.
"There's one catch," he murmured, grabbing her hand in his.
"Hmm?" she replied, taking in the sights all around her with unabashed awe.
Leaning closer to her, so that his arm was around her shoulder and his mouth against her ear, he whispered, "It's illegal for unwed couples to stay in the same room, so if anyone asks, you're my wife."
She let out a little chuckle of amusement, and he felt a small twinge of hurt that the prospect of being his wife was funny. She must've seen it on his face because she raised her hand to his cheek and stroked it reassuringly. "A rule breaker even on vacation, I see."
"What can I say? I like keeping you on your toes," he teased, turning his face to kiss the inside of her palm. "Besides, maybe it'll be fun to not live in sin for a few weeks, even if only in our imaginations."
Scully leaned forward and captured his lips with her own, only breaking the kiss when her smile became too wide. When she pulled back she gave him a faux stern look. "You can't call me 'Mulder' though. Our neighbors might get confused if we start screaming the same name in bed."
He felt his loins stir at the promise of what was to come, and a lascivious smile broke out on his face. "I like where your mind's going, Scully," he murmured, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear.
The flight had been nineteen hours from D.C. and that, combined with the taxi ride to the resort and the cart ride to their bungalow, had them both stirring with excitement to be by themselves. Scully'd had a permanent smile plastered on her face since they'd checked in and while it hurt him to think of how long it had been since he'd seen it, he was touched to think he put it there now. "What're you smiling about?" he asked, throwing his arm around her as they rode the cart, the resort breezing past them in hues of sparkling blue and blurs of orange, lit tiki lamps.
"Reservation under Fox Mulder. Fox Mulder. I can't remember the last time I heard that," she laughed, resting her hand on his thigh.
While they were on the run they'd had to adopt new aliases at every motel. But not anymore. He was no longer Matthew Mann or Harry Park or Kevin Cargill or any of the other fictional disguises. He was simply Fox Mulder on vacation with the love of his life, Dana Scully. "It feels good," he replied, hugging her tighter to him.
"Yes, it does," she agreed, turning to look at him with a contented smile. He felt his breath catch in his throat at how beautiful she looked. It wasn't just the way her hair was being blown by the wind, or the newly purchased blue sundress complementing her frame, or how her skin glowed under the dim lights, but for the first time in what felt like forever, Scully looked blissful. Carefree.
Happy.
Unable to contain himself, he drew her to him, and kissed her passionately, his hand entangling in her long tresses while she kissed him back with equal fervor.
"Ahem," a voice coughed, interrupting them.
Scully pulled away shyly, hiding her smile behind her hand while Mulder looked at the resort attendant who'd managed to stop the cart without Mulder even noticing. "Your private bungalow is just down this dock," he explained. "This is a semi-private beach cove. You have neighbors, but they're several yards away on either side."
The kid hopped off and began to grab some of their luggage. Mulder got out and helped him despite the attendant imploring that he could do it himself. The sooner he could swoop Scully into his arms the better. They got everything situated in the anteroom of the bungalow and Mulder tipped the kid before locking the door. Scully raised an eyebrow at his generosity, knowing Mulder would rather lift every last bag himself than cough up a couple of bucks as a tip.
He shrugged. "I'm sparing no expense on this trip."
"Oh my god, Mulder," she exclaimed when she turned around, her eyes darting around frantically since there was so much to take in.
"I know it's not the threshold, but-" he started before surprising her by lifting her into his arms bridal style, carrying her into their space for the next three weeks.
She giggled and held onto him as she looked around. "Mulder, you can see the ocean through the floor!" she exclaimed, pointing downward.
He glanced down and saw what she meant; there were little glass spots littering the floor where the blue water was clearly visible, sending watery refractions of light dancing across the wooden walls. "It smells like sea breeze," she mused happily.
He let her down with a kiss before investigating the rest of the place. It was without a doubt the most breathtaking place Mulder had ever seen and from Scully's exclamations as she entered every room, she clearly felt the same. He felt his chest swelling with pride every time she looked at him with excitement, pointing to something beautiful she wanted to share with him.
They stopped at the back deck and she unexpectedly threw her arms around his shoulders, standing on her tiptoes, and pressed a warm, wet kiss to his lips. He let his hands fall to the graceful curve of her hips as he stood there with her, swaying slightly as they kissed.
She drew back but it felt like the kiss was continuing from the amount of love beaming in her eyes. "Mulder, this is perfect. I'm blown away. I don't know what I expected, but this is beyond my wildest dreams," she praised breathlessly.
He beamed at her and tucked some of her windblown hair behind her ears, cupping her cheeks in his hands. "I'm glad you like it. It was between this or the Davy Crockett Motor Court," he explained.
She furrowed her brows exaggeratedly and deadpanned, "That's a tough one. I don't know how you were ever able to decide."
He smiled in response and pressed a kiss to her forehead, each cheek, and the tip of her nose, before finally pressing his lips sweetly against hers once more. When he pulled back he took in the sunset behind her and was struck by the small irony.
"Hmm?" she hummed in response to the small chuckle that escaped his lips.
"I promised to take you away from the darkness, and as soon as we get here the sun sets," he mused, motioning to the sight behind her a nod of his head.
She turned her neck to look over her shoulder, taking in the shades of day deepening into the twinkling night. It was a pristine twilight that was glowing on the translucent water, making it seem endless. "I-I know the past few years have been hard," he began, getting her attention back on him.
She looked up at him and patiently waited for him to continue. "I feel like I've dimmed some of your happiness over the years with my relentlessness, and I just can't help but think of all you could have had without me-" he explained shyly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
"Mulder," she chided, interrupting him.
"But," he continued strongly. "I know you're with me because you want to be, and as much as I can't believe I'm lucky enough to deserve it, I want to work hard so you never regret it."
She was pouting, her bottom lip sticking out as her brows furrowed. She was looking at him with so much affection and love it was almost overwhelming, and he felt a little awkward at being so openly vulnerable when they were supposed to be having fun.
"Mulder," she whispered sternly. "I've never regretted a day."
He didn't believe that could be true, but he didn't want to spend the beginning of their vacation bringing up reasons why she should. Scully must've been feeling the same because she reached down and took his hands in her own. "I don't want to hear you doubt yourself, Mulder. I love you. Let's leave the darkness behind, okay?"
Mulder nodded softly with a conceding smile and followed her as she pulled on his hand. "Let's go walk on the beach," she said excitedly. "I can't wait to dip my toes in the ocean."
Their bungalow was just a few meters away from the shoreline and it was stunning. They walked hand in hand as he took in lungfuls of the cool salty air. He still couldn't believe he was here with her, halfway across the world, away from everyone they knew. "We've never been able to do anything like this before," he mused with a smirk.
"You mean, travel halfway across the world when one or the other of us isn't dying?" she asked for clarification.
"Not what I meant," he replied, chuckling, his feet sinking into the sand with every step. "But very true. I was more so talking about being out so publicly, though." They'd had to hide their relationship from the bureau as soon as it started, then they were apart for so long, and then when they were finally together they were either running and hiding their identities or he was trapped at home.
"Hmm, you're right," she agreed.
"I mean," he started with a joyful laugh, turning and pulling her against him suddenly. "I, Fox Mulder, can do this to you, Dana Scully, and no one can tell me I can't. No Skinner, no Kersh, no Bureau here watching over our shoulders," he stated.
He went in for a kiss but she put her hand up to stop his advance. "You mean, you, Fox Mulder, can do it to your wife," she corrected him, looking around surreptitiously.
"Still feels good," he grinned before kissing her passionately.
She giggled against his mouth but melted into his touch as his hands started roaming her body. He pulled back only to lower his lips to her neck, pressing a series of kisses to where her shoulder and neck met. She let out a little hum of contentment and arched her back into him. The cool breeze from the ocean hit them and caused her dress to flutter in between his legs, her hair cascading across his face and blinding him.
Mulder laughed and pulled back, trying to brush it away from his face.
"Sorry," she chuckled. She took a few steps away from him towards the water, looking down and moving her feet playfully against the sand.
Despite the hour, it was still hot on the beach and he wished they'd changed into their swimsuits before coming out here so they could cool off. Then, as suddenly and powerfully as a lightning strike, he had a brilliant idea.
"Have you ever skinny dipped, Scully?" he asked, a challenge in his voice, already moving to unbutton his shorts.
She shook her head, her hair swishing in between her shoulder blades. "Mulder, no," she laughed, turning down his suggestion as well as answering his question.
"Mulder, yes," he replied. His pants and underwear fell to his ankles as he whipped off his shirt, discarding them all haphazardly in the sand.
He poked her softly on her shoulder before murmuring, "Tag, you're it."
Before she had a chance to respond, Mulder was running, to the best of his ability, through the sand towards the ocean. "Mulder!" she exclaimed with a burst of laughter.
He let out a little squeak of surprise as the cool water hit him, but after getting used to it it felt like a relief from the balmy heat of the night air. He turned around when he was chest deep and was ecstatic to see Scully shimmying out of her dress. "Keep going, g-woman!" he beamed with a boastful gesture.
She put her finger to her lips and glanced around her to make sure no one was watching their nighttime streaking. Once she'd reassured herself that she was safe, she eased her panties down onto the pile and took off running towards the water, her breasts bouncing obscenely on her chest with each step.
"Holy shit," he chuckled, his dick standing at attention immediately.
She let out her own squeal as the water washed over her legs and she eased herself in. "What?" she asked, treading lightly as she swam towards him.
"That was hotter than any Baywatch scene ever made," he stated confidently, standing far enough back that the water was up to his shoulders while he watched her with a smile.
"Yeah, I'm sure," she chuffed with a laugh. Her hair was only half submerged, the top half looking as styled and perfect as when they left their room, while the ends clung to her bare, porcelain skin.
He offered his arms out to her and was pleased when she swam right into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck as her feet pressed against his legs. Mulder placed his hands on her bare hips to help steady her, looking her straight in the eye. "You can't touch here, can you, short-stuff?" he asked, amusement poorly concealed in his tone.
"Let go," she instructed playfully.
He did as she said and she removed her feet from him and held her hands up parallel to the sides of her head. She smirked at him all the way down as the water engulfed her until it was just her hair floating at the surface.
Scully broke the water with a gasp and brushed the wet tresses back, smiling as she blinked him into focus. "It appears not," she mused mirthfully, gently treading the water in front of him. Turning her head back to the shore, she took another glance to make sure no one was privy to their indiscretions. "I can't believe you got me to skinny dip on the first night," she chuckled, turning back to him to add with a smile, "I can't believe we're even here."
The water was crystal clear, so even with the only illumination being the moonlight and tiki lamps on the shoreline, he could see the warped visage of her body, the perfect half-orbs of her breasts settled at the surface of the water. "Your boobs are floating," he mused playfully, lifting his hands to brush against her nipples. She giggled and swam away from him playfully.
"I feel like I'm one of the girls in your old magazines, the ones miraculously unaffected by gravity," she teased with a toothy smile, her head and shoulders bobbing up and down in the water.
"Well," he started, grabbing her forearm and dragging her to him, letting her stand on his legs again while she held onto him. "They couldn't even begin to compare to you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her sternum.
Scully hummed in pleasure, raking her fingernails against his scalp before jumping in his arms with a gasp. "Something just brushed against my leg," she giggled, looking down.
"What did it feel like?" he asked.
She laughed and leaned back towards him. "It was probably just a fish," she mused.
A shit-eating grin broke out on his face and she cocked her head, only to squeal as he arched his hips against her again so his erection brushed against her inner thigh. "Is that so?" he teased.
"I'm not sure," she teased, moving her leg against him purposefully. "I think I might need to investigate."
Without warning, she sank down into the water in front of him. He felt her hands skim down his torso, along his hips until-
"Holy shit," he groaned. His whole body shivered as he felt the unexpected sensations of Scully taking him into her mouth. A few bubbles floated to the surface as she released him momentarily to press open mouthed kisses along his length. He felt her ankles wrap around his legs to keep her from floating upwards while she steadied herself with one hand curving against his leg, the other wrapping around the base of his cock.
Her tongue started flicking over his sensitive head before she went down on him again, bobbing her head against him while stroking what she couldn't fit in her mouth with her hand. Her hair was floating around her head, a few errant strands wandering and tickling his stomach.
Mulder had never felt anything like this before and he felt his eyes roll to the back of his head as he enjoyed her ministrations, the only sign of her presence being the gentle waves she was causing in the water. She was able to do it for an impressive amount of time before he felt her let go and come up for air, taking in a lungful after spitting the water out of her mouth like a fountain statue.
"How were you able to do that without seeing?" he asked, panting.
"Call it lover's intuition," she laughed, pushing her hair back with both hands and inadvertently squeezing her breasts together. "I'm an expert when it comes to you."
"God, you're so sexy," he rasped, pulling her back to him so that her arms were around his neck again, her legs wrapped around his middle.
He put one hand on her hip as the other cupped her pubis mons. His fingers parted her folds and he could immediately feel the difference between the water and her arousal coating his fingertips. He started rubbing her entrance tauntingly, pushing against her but not quite going in. Scully gasped in pleasure, but grabbed his wrist. He looked at her with a raised brow and was pleased with himself when he saw her breathing was already heavy. "Don't penetrate me in the water. I don't care how clear it is, it's still a breeding ground for bacteria," she explained breathlessly.
He licked his lips and nodded, resulting in her letting go of his wrist and putting her hand back onto his shoulder. "No penetration in the water. Got it," he whispered, retracting his fingers slightly so that they were concentrated on her hard bundle of nerves. Scully gasped, her jaw falling slack as she squeezed his shoulders tightly.
"But is this okay?" he murmured against her open mouth, rubbing her back and forth in firm strokes.
"Y-yeah," she nodded before closing the gap and latching her mouth onto his, gliding her tongue as smoothly against his as his fingers moved against her.
He could feel waves around his calves and he knew she was sporadically kicking against the water so she could bob back down, humping his hand and using her leverage in the water for momentum.
"Mulder," she whimpered. Her body glided against his from her movements and her nipples felt like pebbles against his chest. "S-so, good."
"That's it, honey," he coaxed, rubbing her mercilessly. He was unabashedly humping her leg while she clung to him, and refraining from moving her on top of him and thrusting into her was proving to be an intense battle of wills.
Scully seemed to be feeling the same need, and she reached down to pluck his hand away, placing it against her back. She lowered her body until she was pressed against his throbbing cock and began to drag her slit up and down, up and down, along his rock-hard length. Her movement was agonizingly slow and he felt his eyes rolling back into his head. She was driving him absolutely insane.
It seemed she was driving herself just as insane because she then gasped, throwing her head back as she came. Her breasts looked beautiful in the moonlight and he watched as pearls of water moved down her torso. He couldn't help but lean forward and capture a pert nipple into his mouth, swirling around the rosy peak before moving to the other one as she rode out her pleasure. She was quivering and trembling in his arms so hard as she came that it looked like the water around them was vibrating.
"Take me to the shore," she rasped, still recovering from her orgasm.
"Shore?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, wanting to know if she meant what he hoped she meant. "Not our room?"
"Don't make me ask again," she teased.
Without another word, he picked her up in his arms and navigated her floating form towards the shore until he was carrying her out of the water. Something about Scully breaking the rules turned him on insurmountably and he felt like his legs couldn't carry them fast enough. He could feel the tip of his erection tapping against her ass as he walked towards their clothes, and he couldn't wait to be inside her.
Mulder let her down onto her feet gently, laughing as she swayed on wobbly feet. He gathered their clothes, laying them down on the sand to the best of his ability to create an impromptu blanket. Scully eagerly helped him with the task, pausing only to do another visual sweep of the surrounding area. Turning to him with a satisfied smile, she commanded, "Get on your back."
Following her instructions with unabashed enthusiasm, he settled down on the makeshift blanket, nuzzling his back against the clothes so the sand would flatten beneath him. He watched as Scully swung her legs over him and eased herself down onto her knees, however, she was facing away from him so that her back was to him, her ouroboros tattoo seeming even darker on her fair skin in this lighting.
Scully looked over her shoulder and winked at him, grasping in between her legs and finding his throbbing cock. She gave him a few encouraging pumps before easing his reddened tip inside of her.
They'd tried every position under the sun, but this wasn't one in which they often dabbled. He leaned himself up on his elbows so he could watch their joining from this erotic perspective.
She faced the ocean and placed her hands on the ground in between his knees where their clothes covered the sand, leaning forward as she impaled herself on him, her lips spreading around his girth as she accommodated every inch. From here he could watch as each thrust into her caused his cock to become more and more coated with their mixed arousals, resulting in a glistening sheen covering the skin where they met.
"Fuck, Scully," he groaned, pumping his hips upwards and watching as her ass pressed against his Adonis belt.
She let out a throaty moan as she lifted herself up before sinking back onto him. His arms reached up and gripped her hips and helped lift her up and bring her back down, his elbows rubbing against her calves pressed against his sides with every downward stroke.
Her long hair was plastered in strips along her elegant spine, shifting as her shoulders flexed with the momentum of gyrating herself against him. Mulder watched as beads of water ran from the ends of her hair and down the expanse of her porcelain back before falling into the crease where her ass began.
He moved his hands from her hips to her backside, groping her cheeks and kneading the flesh. She moaned and halted her thrusts as she sat on him fully, choosing to undulate her hips against him while they were connected as intimately as possible.
Mulder sat up and wrapped his arm around her middle, bringing her up so that her back was flush to his front. She was panting as she let her head fall back against his shoulder, resting there so that they were cheek to cheek. He slid his other arm around her and maneuvered himself so that one hand was going from breast to breast lavishing them with attention as his other hand moved to her clit, rubbing her mercilessly with his hard on still buried inside of her.
"Mmm-Mulder," she moaned. She was trapped by his arms which kept her from moving too much, but she was still squirming and bouncing lightly in his lap as best she could.
He angled his head down so his mouth could latch onto the erogenous zone on her neck, sucking lightly on the pulsing tendon under his tongue. She tasted like an exquisite blend of salt from the ocean and her sweat. He felt Scully clenching her muscles rhythmically around his cock, squeezing him playfully. He laughed against her neck and mumbled, "I love it when you do that."
"Mmm," she murmured. "I love it when you do everything."
He let out a throaty laugh that she matched, which quickly morphed into a moan as he plucked at her hardened nipples.
"Let me turn around," she whispered breathily. "I want to see you."
He withdrew his fingers and watched as she stood up on shaky legs, turning around and easing herself back down on top of his thighs with a knee on either side of his hips. She ran her fingers through her tangled hair and tossed it over her shoulders, getting it out of the way. From here he could see her face illuminated by the glow of the lamplight, her makeup smudged slightly under her eyes and her freckles standing out prominently as she beamed at him. She looked stunning.
"I love you," he murmured, raising a hand to the side of her head and stroking her cheek lovingly with his thumb.
"I love you too," she said, rocking forward so that her clit hit his balls.
His cock bobbed eagerly against her stomach, the leaking tip resting at her bellybutton. It always turned him on seeing this representation of how deep he could go inside of her. She grabbed him and started stroking him firmly in between them. "You feel so good," she exhaled, easing herself up onto her knees so she was hovering over him.
He angled his hips so that he was aligned with her and she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding his head against her slick, swollen folds. She let his crown rub against her clit before she pushed him back against her opening, leaning back so she could sink down on him - uniting them once again. She moaned loudly as her inner thighs pressed against his hips - his cock buried deep inside of her, bottoming out against her cervix. He was harder than ever and she could tell he was about to explode. "Fuck, Scully," he groaned, bucking upwards and making her breasts bounce on her chest once again.
She put her hands on his shoulders and rolled her hips forward so that she was rubbing her clit against him, pumping herself up and down on his length while her muscles flexed against him from the effort. Her face was a perfect map of her pleasure as she rode him, her brows furrowing, her eyes overflowing with lust, her lips pursing as she tried to stifle her whimpers. He loved this part more than anything - seeing what he did to her.
The stars were scattered across the sky behind her head, and from this perspective, it felt like they were just blending into the heavens. Two constellations come to life and mingling together in the most intimate way possible.
"I-I'm gonna-," Scully stated in a staccato whisper.
"Me too," he replied. She pushed him down with her hands and let them rest on either side of his head while she used her entire body to ride him. He let his hands come up to her hips and simply lay there and watched as she brought them both to the edge - their bodies reaching a crescendo of pleasure together.
"Mulder," she cried out. Her muscles gripped him like a vise and caused him to empty himself inside her, moaning as he rocked his hips upwards. Her face was hovering over his as she gazed at him with such an intense look of adoration and love he felt his heart hammer in his chest.
Scully bent down and captured his lips in a messy kiss, panting heavily against him as she tried to steady her breathing.
A high pitched whistle startled them both and he felt Scully all but jump off him. She whipped her dress from under his weight and covered herself with it while he grabbed his shirt and put it over his spent penis. They looked over at the source of the noise and had to lift their hands to prevent themselves from being blinded by a flashlight.
"I'm here, I'm here," a panting voice called out.
Mulder squinted against the light and saw the bellhop from earlier, carrying an emergency kit and a life preserver. The kid lowered his flashlight and rested his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. Mulder sent a quizzical look to Scully, who he'd noticed had only put the halter neck of her dress on - covering her front fully while her backside was completely exposed.
Mulder shrugged his shoulders and looked at the kid. "I'm sorry, we didn't see anything saying we couldn't come to the beach at night."
"You can, but I saw her giving you CPR and I came to help," he replied, looking up at them while holding up his emergency kit. He squinted in the darkness and Mulder could tell the kid wasn't fully realizing what he was seeing, at all. "Is your husband okay, ma'am?"
Mulder coughed dramatically and Scully eased herself down on her knees, patting his back carefully, following his cue to take the out that had been presented to them. "Thank you so much," she replied. "My husband just inhaled some water, that's all," she explained.
"Oh," he replied sadly, lowering the kit to his side. "So... you don't need any help?" he asked, clearly disappointed his hero moment wasn't about to happen.
"No, my wife saved me," Mulder answered with a smile, patting her naked rear a couple of times. It was actually quite humorous how clueless the kid was.
"Okay," the bellhop nodded. "Well, be safe," he instructed before running off in the other direction, none the wiser.
They both watched as he disappeared, before busting out laughing. "So what was that you said about traveling around the world not to save each other's lives?" he teased.
"If you'd like, I'll save it again," she said huskily. She leaned down to kiss him properly, moaning into his mouth, stroking back his hair. He brought his hands to her face, wiping some sand away.
"Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation is much sexier here than surrounded by vicious aliens," he grinned when she pulled away.
"What aliens?" she winked, and she stood, offering him her hand.
He took it and got up slowly, feeling some sand uncomfortably clinging to his body as he shook out his clothes.
They helped each other wipe the sand off of their skin before Mulder took her hand and walked with her towards their bungalow, not caring about their state of undress. While that whole experience had been mind-blowing, there was one small part he wasn't able to get his mind off of.
My husband…
It was the first time he'd ever heard those words come from her mouth. Even when they'd gone undercover as husband and wife she hadn't uttered them. Hearing her voice the words and directing them at him made him feel an intense desire to hear them again.
He wanted more than anything for them to be true.
In that moment, walking hand in hand with her with the stars as their witness, his resolve was set. He wanted her by his side for the rest of his life, partners in every sense of the word, for better or worse.
He was going to propose to Scully.