Not for the weak at heart! I might have lost control with myself here! (As if any restricted to 18yrs+ would keep you away...) ENJOY!

Saturday morning

Waking to the warm body nuzzled up against her, Scully sighed in contentment. Her body ached from the previous night though she felt totally at ease with it. This had to be the best feeling in the world, it had been so long since she had been with anyone this way and felt her heart swell with emotions. If she cried now Mulder would think she felt like this was a mistake and she couldn't do that to him. The truth was she was just that incredibly happy with the situation. She knew that a week ago when she crawled into his bed and caught him off guard. Laughing to herself momentarily she couldn't help but let out a huge grin at the thought. Who knew we'd be here 6 years later.

"What's so damn funny this early in the morning…?" Mulder asked lazily, snuggling into Scully's back and kissing at her upper back.

"I was just thinking 6 years ago I didn't imagine this would ever happen…" she confessed and laughed a little. Scully had always been attracted to him but didn't think it would ever go anywhere. They were to keep their relationship professional and that was that. There was no grey area on this matter, especially with the FBI involved.

"So…what's for breakfast, you made me work up an appetite," he stammered out in between kisses on her neck.

"You've got to be kidding me!" she rolled out of bed and moseyed her way to the bathroom, laughing along the way.

Mulder always had loved getting Scully to laugh, it made him feel worthy of her that he made her feel so good and hearing a wholehearted laugh out of her was music to his ears. Rising from the bed, he himself, also feeling a little sore, this physical relationship was working muscles that hadn't been worked in awhile, Mulder pulled on his boxers and made his way to the kitchen. Noticing the bowls and wine glasses on the table he brought them in with him, placing them in the sink at least, grabbing a glass for some water he desperately felt he needed. Mulder heard the shower start and thought momentarily about joining his beautiful partner in the shower, his stomach protested so he opted for grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl on Scully's counter. Leave it to Scully to not have any sweet, sugary confections lying around. He sighed and bit into the apple.

Scully had hoped Mulder was going to join her in the shower but after about 10 minutes of being a no show she figured she'd finish up and head out for a bite to eat. Turning off the water, wringing out her hair, opening the door and grabbing her robe she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Little nibbles had littered her neck, nothing more than freckle looking marks; no one would say anything about those. Staring at her face, Scully felt different; there was something in her eyes that she'd not seen before, a slight flush to her cheeks but happiness is what glowed from her most of all. She was peaceful and content; nothing could ruin it for them. This had been a charade that has been in the works for years now and for it to finally come together felt incredible.

Throwing on her robe, Scully made her way through the bedroom, searching corners for Mulder, she made her way to the living room to see him, clad only in his boxers, cleaning up last night's dinner.

"Thank you," she said quietly, "I thought I felt my water go cold…" she said slightly sarcastically.

"Oh, sorry Scully, I didn't even think about it." He felt bad that he cut her shower short and turned to face her. It wasn't often he got to see Scully sans make-up and hair damp and messy, she truly was a beauty. He wanted to wake up to her like this every morning, please her and praise her beauty. Mulder knew they were still on the high from the previous night, that not all mornings would go so smoothly and that if things got complicated with the FBI that they would have to try and keep it even more secret. Everyone already thinks we are sleeping together, I don't know why this will be so difficult. His mind was reeling with uncertainty and fear. He had no regrets about spending the night with Scully and he hoped she had no regrets as well, for her it might be more difficult, she's always been the reserved, prudish one. People would expect that from Fox Mulder but not Dana Scully.

"So what are you making me for breakfast…?" she jokingly asked him, padding her way to the fridge and fishing out yogurt.

"Scully—"

"Don't, Mulder…I know what is on your mind and just don't even worry about it." Diving into her yogurt, Scully had also worked up an appetite after last night's excursions.

"I just want to be sure this is what you want. I know how you are with work, I could give a rat's ass but you—I don't want this to backfire." He leaned up against the counter staring at her eating at the table.

"I appreciate your concern but I think we are beyond that at this point." She smiled at him and he couldn't help but smile back. Walking over to her and noticing she was in only her robe he couldn't help his prying eyes and glanced down catching a little of her breast, bending down he kissed her, not wanting quite yet just a satisfied blissful kiss and that was it.

Each of them got dressed not wanting to spoil each other's bodies quite yet with an over abundance of sex, the partners sat in silence for quite awhile, quietly thinking to themselves. Mulder had run down to his car; he had packed a bag of clothes just in case this ended up going this direction. He was forever grateful Scully didn't kick him out after last night; he figured that was a good sign. They wanted nothing more than to stay in each other's company, enjoying the closeness while they could get it, this was the first weekend in a long time that there were no cases that desperately needed attention and no other nagging concerns needing tending. They relished each other's company in silence. Quality time on the sofa was perfect to what had started only a week ago but stemmed from years of tension.

Rubbing her hip slightly, Mulder was trying to rouse Scully from her slumber on his side. They had started watching movies after dinner, enjoying the peace and quiet and had dozed on each other quite comfortably. Stirring slightly Mulder felt her legs stretch out, her muscles flexing trying to wake up.

"You ok?" she pondered his actions in waking her up.

"Yeah, you about ready for bed? You've been asleep on me for awhile now." He was honest and knew they'd be much more comfortable in bed. "You ok with me crashing here again?"

She smiled at him, slightly sleepy but grinning ear to ear; she wanted nothing more than for him to sleep with her forever. Snuggle in close during the course of the night and have that warm body next to her the following morning. His warm mouth on her, everywhere, kissing, licking, biting and—

"Let's go then…" her mind was reeling with ideas and her body had quickly turned very excited and aroused. Vaulting from the sofa Scully made her way towards the bathroom, leaving Mulder to take care of the TV and lights. Mulder made his way to the bedroom but Scully wasn't in bed, stripping himself down to nothing, maybe I'll get to shower with her after all.

Mulder hadn't heard her for quite a few moments. Concern was written on his face as he pried open the bathroom door a little bit and saw Scully standing in front of the mirror, clad in a blue silk, thigh length negligee, that he was sure hadn't been worn and figured it was new. His mouth went dry as he saw her analyzing herself in the mirror, her hair was astray, face was flushed, and he knew she was excited for him to see her wearing something like this.

"Is that for me…?" he asked quietly.

"Christ! Why do you do that?" she laughed that she was briefly caught off guard, his voice was low and sensual. "…yeah, I saw it at the store last week and um indulged myself…" she was slightly embarrassed that she let herself have the impulse buy. Sometimes things just jumped out at her and she couldn't control herself. Maybe subconsciously she knew things would start to get heated between them, why not be prepared for it.

Mulder made his way to her, she was still eyeballing herself in the mirror, not sure how she felt about her new look. Since the sexual relationship started between them she felt sexier, that's all there was to it, she was fiery and on her game, quick with her tongue and more confident, if that were possible with her. Wrapping his arms around her and looking at her through the mirror, his eyes locking with hers she melted at his touch, his hands firmly on her hips pushing himself against her, lowering his mouth to her exposed shoulder he nipped at her, leaving a trail on warmth along her tingling skin.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me even fully clothed?" it was a rhetorical question but he wanted to tell her what she did to him. How she made him feel, his entire body reacted to her the same way. "…this—Jesus Scully—I can't even-…." He was having a hard time putting anything coherent together. Lightly thrusting against her, he rubbed himself against her backside, the silk of her nightgown feeling incredible, locking eyes with her again, and watching each other as he rubbed against her. Scully was going to lose it if they didn't get going soon. Scully tried to move, trying to make her way to the bedroom; Mulder wasn't budging, pressing harder against her. She was against the sink quite firmly now, him grinding at her backside.

"Indulge me, Scully…" she caught his eyes and knew what he wanted, she wasn't sure how she'd feel watching herself in the mirror and him going at her from behind. Though her body was saying otherwise, deep down she really was excited.

Mulder's hands made their way down from her hips down her thighs, strong, firm and smooth. Reaching around and feeling the hem of her nightgown he raised it up to above her hips.

"No panties, Scully?" he grinned at her through the mirror.

"I might have had a premonition," she choked out, not able to handle his hands making their way towards her center. Mulder's hand had started brushing at her lightly, begging for her to open up for him. Obliging him she stepped her legs apart slightly, his hand cupped her, feeling the heat at her center. She moaned at the contact, wanting more, her head rolled back against his shoulder.

"Don't close your eyes Scully…" his voice was low and aroused and she wasn't sure she could do this.

Slowly slipping a finger into her, her eyes popped open, looking into the mirror he met her gaze, her mouth was open, trying to control her breathing. Stroking in and out of her just barely, teasing the lips with his other fingers, making sure he had contact with her clit. She stifled a moan and Mulder wasn't having it this way, he wanted to hear her and he wanted her to see herself as he saw her; flushed, aroused and in the throes of passion. Working her with his hand again, a bit more roughly than he had before, trying to make her reach her peak at least once this way. The thought of her watching herself orgasm was an incredible turn-on for him, he was having a hard enough time holding himself back at this particular moment but it would be worth it. He knew she was close, her hips were bucking against his hand, his other hand made his way to her breast, massaging it gently, tweaking the nipple through the silk. A moan made its way out from deep within her, urging him to continue his playing with her.

"God, Scully, look at yourself…come for me…." He whispered in her ear, sending chills down her spine and a contracting sensation in her lower half. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, she saw herself though blurry eyes, wide but not able to see much of anything. She bit her lip, they were plump and red from sheer excitement and her chest heaved trying to regain herself.

Mulder was not quite sure he'd be able to hold out much longer, retracted his hand from her, he guided himself into her from behind. The intrusion caused a shudder from them both, Scully hadn't quite gotten back to herself yet, her muscles started to clamp around him immediately. She bent forward and braced herself against the sink, gripping it tightly as Mulder started working his way in and out of her. They hadn't experienced much for positions yet so this was just another experiment, one that was slowly becoming a favorite. Moaning from both of them ensued, causing more random thrusting and counterthrusting.

"Oh. My. God…" Scully didn't think she'd ever feel this good and couldn't contain the verbal confirmation of the fact. He slipped in and out of her smoothly, both of them looking into the mirror, eyes catching again as he ground himself into her. Thrust after thrust was a new sensation for them both, this seemed like a hardcore position but the thought of the office desk crossed both of their minds and they couldn't control themselves. Mulder grabbed Scully's hips and pulled her tight against him, giving a few hard thrusts up into her, he felt her muscles clamping tightly and she did as she was told and watched herself come in the mirror, it was the most erotic sight Mulder had ever seen and followed with a few erratic thrusts watching her face, mouth open and eyes wide, as he came in her.

Both of them were panting and breathing quite heavily, Scully still had her death grip on the sink, Mulder rubbed her back and kissed her shoulders, they were spent. Mulder slipped out of her and collapsed on the floor laughing slightly.

"You alright there g-man?" Scully laughed as well, still hunched over the sink, "…I'm not sure I can move yet myself…"

Mulder was insanely happy and punch drunk, he just stared at her from the floor. This woman is going to be the death of me and I love it! She caught his gaze and looked at him for the first time not through the mirror, taking in the slap happy look on his face and smiling in return.

"Shit, Scully…let's –" he couldn't finish and pointed to the bedroom, slowly gathering themselves and cleaning up they both made their way to the bed. Each flopping down on their own sides they were drifting off faster than ever before. They were peaceful and content at where they were in their partnership, friendship and now physical relationship.

How can this be so perfect? Both of them the same question on their mind as they drifted hands meeting in the middle of the bed, caressing each other to sleep.