'Four years later, I guess you could say we succeeded,' Mulder smiled down at a sleeping Scully. Laying a gentle kiss on her head, he moved, sliding into a more comfortable position. Scully now lay on the couch, her head on his chest. 'Better than even Blevins expected, but I have to agree, I think they used your connection to me.'

Mulder thought deeply on his previously unknown relationship to Scully. Allowing his enquiring mind to follow any tangent, promising theories started to take shape in Mulder's mind. At least one might possibly lead to identifying one of men behind The Consortium. Judge Charles Carter might just have more to gain from that long ago marriage than Mulder and Scully realised at the time.

23rd March 1992

Mulder,

I've been assigned to the X-file for just over two weeks. Yesterday I met with Blevins to deliver my final report on the Bellfleur case. As we discussed this morning it has not been received well. I fear for your continuation if you do not begin to play by the book, or at least give the appearance of doing so.

The thin faced man didn't attend this session, but the smoking man did. He stands to one side and says little but I feel he is more interested in your work than he lets on. I also feel he knows about the relationship between us even though he sports a visitor's pass. Who is he? Why is he allowed access to this information? I don't like it. I don't like him.

Only when I produced the metal object from Ray Sommes nose, along with the technical analysis, did they become interested in my report. Until then, I fear this might have been our first and last investigation together. I need to keep you on a very tight leash for the next months if you want to continue this work, this driving passion. I confess, I'm not sure I'm strong enough for the task.

24th March 1992

You called me last night. I could hear the disappointment in your tone when the case file disappeared. I hope this is a new level of trust developing between us, that you feel comfortable calling me at home in the middle of the night. Although I could do without the late hour, still, I take this a positive sign that our personal relationship is proceeding and one day you might actually learn to trust me.

Mulder couldn't help a silent chuckle at this. Closing his eye's he remember back to those weeks between the initial investigation and filing the reports. Scully had managed to keep him locked up in the office on one pretext or another. She'd been urgently called back to Quantico several times to complete an outstanding assignment. Each time he'd requested resources to investigate a case alone, it'd be rejected. For three weeks, Mulder had cooled his heals, feeling more frustrated. Then he'd gone behind her back and requested permission to visit Kentucky.

'Hey, Scully, wake up,' Mulder's voice held a note of pleased laughter, 'I like this one.'

Finally managing to rouse her, he read from the page: "Oh God Mulder, three weeks and I hate you. We've just returned form Kentucky and investigating crop circles, I still don't understand why Blevins approved your 302. Anyway, I've just walked in my door an opened my suit case. What do I find? A sunflower seed husk glued to my very best blouse with your saliva. How in gods name did you manage to get it on my blouse without my knowledge? I mean I put up with your habit in the car, in the office and just about everywhere else but on my clothing. That's the living end.

While you have been receiving a bureau pay check for years and can quite obviously afford designer label suits, I'm still attempting to reimburse my education. Medical school doesn't come cheap and I have three siblings that also needed college tuition. What's more this blouse blew my clothing budget for this quarter. Now I can't wear it. Dam you and your sunflower addiction.

Not that part of me doesn't wonder about the strength in that tongue of your's. Coupled with your preference for pornography, when you crack a seed between you teeth, then play with it until you get the kernel separated from the husk, I have to wonder what else you can do with it. Oh God, I can't believe I just wrote that."

'Three weeks and you were already fantasising about my tongue, Scully,' Mulder teased.

'You woke me up because you find that entry amusing,' she answered drowsily.

'Hell no, Scully,' Mulder teased, 'I woke you up because its time I demonstrated the full potential of my tongue.'

'All I'm hearing is this, Mulder,' she returned, opening and closing a hand in midair, enjoying the innuendo, even if it did cause a spear of arousal to travel south. 'From experience I know your actions sometimes speak louder.'

Scully found herself unceremoniously dumped against the arm of her couch. No longer talking, Mulder set about crouching on the floor between her thighs. He made quick work of removing the garments below Scully waist.

'Mulder,' she warned, excitement increasing her eagerness to have him demonstrate his prowess even if she refused to acknowledge it. As usual he took little or no notice of her as he pulled Scully into a more accessible position. Lowering his head, he kissed her intimately, demonstrating just how strong and pliable his tongue could be.

'Scully,' he lifted his head sometime later. Greeted with a very satisfied grunt, he picked her up and carried her to the bed room. 'it seems as if someone's speechless.'

'Go to hell, Mulder,' she managed though a drugged haze.

'Oh, Scully you say the nicest things,' he teased, 'but believe me, if I'm going to get hot enough to burn, so are you.'

It didn't take much time to remove the rest of her clothing. After ditching his t-shirt, sweats and boxers, he climbed into bed beside his wife. Tracing a thumb over her lower lip, he intended to finish what they'd started. Nibbling at her lips, Mulder's tongue invaded at the slightest invitation. Not long after, his body mimicked the same actions.

'Mulder,' Scully laid her head over his frantically beating heart trying to hide a yawn, 'don't stop eating seeds.'

'I have to keep in shape somehow,' he chuckled, knowing he'd worn her out. That hadn't been his intention when he hit on the passage in her diary. The entry amused him because it reeked of Scullyness and yet betrayed the woman he'd always assumed lay just beneath the surface.

Mulder always suspected they'd be sexually compatible, this weekend in Chesapeake proved it. Just now, he'd been able to arouse Scully so completely and easily that it astounded him. 'Tired,' he asked, wondering if she'd be up for another round later yet aware tomorrow they needed to be in Skinners office early.

'Yes,' the word came out almost as a snore.

'Then get some sleep,' he suggested. 'I think we're going to have an interesting day tomorrow.'

'Read the rest of the diary, Mulder. We'll talk about it in the morning. If you wake me again before then, you're a dead man,' Scully promised, closing her eyes. In a matter of seconds her breathing steadied, becoming deep and even.

Kissing Scully softly on her cheek, Mulder eased out from under her. Still stimulated by their sudden and pleasurable intimacy, he retrieved the diary from the lounge room floor where he'd dropped it earlier. Returning to bed, Scully had rolled onto one side. Covering her with the doona, Mulder slipped in beside her. Placing a pillow behind his back, he rested against the headboard. Scully promptly turned and used his thigh instead of her pillow. Smiling, Mulder rested a hand on her silky hair, stroking it lightly before picking up the leather bound journal and commencing on the next entry.