While the dying world re-defines
The reasons we strive to exist
We feign control though we're bound to
Learn the meaning of moments like this
Cause in the peaceful hour, the quiet spell
Seduced by the promise of bliss
We soon forget that nothing's happened yet
We're living for moments like this
So hold me, whisper gently
This is what we live for
How we learn who we are
It defines us
Ever reminding us
That life never is more precious than this
-"Moments Like This", Allison Krauss
The remaining three hours of the ride to Chilmark passed excruciatingly slowly. Mulder and Scully were silent a good bit of the ride, needing the time to mentally sort out recent events. Mulder drove with one hand, the other rested gently on the console, and Scully laced her fingers through his for the remainder of the ride.
What took a good bit of time was waiting for the ferry to Martha's Vineyard. They had to drive onto the ferry and wait the ride out to the island, which took about forty-five minutes, but there was only one specific ferry that took vehicles.
Martha's Vineyard itself was a small island, about ten miles wide and twenty miles long. It was an incredibly affluent area, as Scully noted as they entered the island. There were many beautiful houses on the beach and a good bit of the stores and shops were mom-and-pop owned places. They all seemed to be made out of similar wood – giving towns a charming, old town feel.
The ferry dropped them in Oak Bluffs, and from there they had about a half hour drive to Mulder's lake house. Scully was beyond ready to be there, but she was also enjoying the views of Martha's Vineyard. It was hard to imagine the Fox Mulder that she knew growing up in such a ritzy place. It was so very different from how she grew up – a Navy brat that bounced around from base to base every three to four years.
"Hey Scully," Mulder said, interrupting her thoughts. "I know you're probably ready to get there, but you want to stop by the grocery before we get there? The house isn't stocked with much and I'm sure once we get there, we won't want to be in the car again."
"Oh that's fine," she said, shifting her body to turn towards him, her left shoulder and head leaned on the back of the seat. "What's the plan for dinner?"
"I've got a grill at the house, I was thinking of grilling some steaks or some fresh fish and some veggies on the grill, if that's fine with you."
That sounded heavenly. The salad she had for lunch seemed like forever ago. She was starving.
As it turned out, the grocery was only a few minutes from the house. The parked and Scully got out of the car and stretched, holding her arms up over her head, arching her back. Ten straight hours in the car s not for the faint of heart, that was for sure. Mulder came around the other side of the car and nearly tackled her with his embrace.
Scully melted when he touched her, returning his embrace, and nuzzling her face into his chest before finally resting her left cheek on his chest. He placed his lips on her head, inhaling the Scully scent he so rarely got the pleasure to enjoy.
They remained like this for a few minutes.
"I want to kiss you," Mulder murmured into her hair. "But the kind of kiss I want to give you is inappropriate for public."
Scully shuddered deliciously at the idea. Extracting herself from his embrace, she grabbed his hand and they headed into the store.
"Since when have you ever given a shit about what's appropriate, Mulder?"
Mulder snorted. "Touché, Scully."
They perused the aisles and loaded their cart with fresh veggies and herbs, some bread and fresh lunchmeat from the deli for lunches. They made it to the meat counter and picked up steaks and fresh swordfish for the grill. Mulder picked up a bottle of sauvignon blanc for dinner, and a twelve pack of his favorite beer for the house. The simple act of going to the store together felt so incredibly intimate to Scully. It felt good and it felt comfortable.
Finally, they'd finished, paid, and headed to Mulder's house. As they pulled in the driveway, Scully gasped. It was a fairly decent sized house, not over the top – just perfect. It was built of the same wood everything else on the island seemed to me made of – but the wood was painted a handsome shade of greyish blue. It had a porch that seemed to wrap around to the back deck, which was painted somewhere between a taupe and bone color. On the porch hung a very large porch swing.
"Mulder, this place is stunning," she said, amazed.
He smiled genuinely. "Thank you, I was hoping you'd like it."
He put the car in park, and the pair got out, grabbing the grocery bags and headed inside.
"I'll get our stuff in a little bit," he said, putting his key into the lock.
Once they were inside, the house did not disappoint. The floors were all hard wood, the furniture looked antiqued, and the huge living room offered an incredible view of the deck, which was situated nearly on top of the lake.
Making their way into the kitchen, Scully nearly dropped the grocery bags she was carrying. It was magnificent. Every woman dreamed of a kitchen like that. Huge island in the middle, all topped with granite counter tops. The walls were painted periwinkle, the wooden cabinets painted white. The appliances were new, probably replaced in the last two years or so. The whole place was exquisite. She could tell Mulder had really taken care of the place.
They put away the groceries fairly quickly, and Mulder took her out to the huge back deck. The light breeze from the water felt nice. The lake was fairly big, and it was so strange to be at the lake but smell salt water, because the coast probably wasn't even a mile away.
The deck had some nice patio furniture alongside the grill Mulder boasted. Scully hoped they could have dinner tonight outside. It was a cloudy day there, but no rain in sight and the temperatures were in the low eighties. It was perfect.
Scully approached the rail of the deck and placed her hands on the wooden edge. She felt Mulder approach from behind, and he wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling her neck before placing chaste kisses there. Scully moaned softly, soaking up the forgotten sensations of physical intimacy.
"This lake is gorgeous, Mulder," she managed, as he continued to explore her neck from behind.
"It's actually not a lake, it's called Chilmark Pond, but it's a pretty big for a pond – we have always called this house the lake house," he explained, punctuating with a final kiss on her neck. "You'll notice the horizon there seems to not end, and that's because the ocean is not even a mile south, so from here, it's hard to tell where the pond ends and the ocean begins, because there's only a narrow strip of land separating the two. Tomorrow I'll show you."
This place was like a cocoon, nestled away in the middle of nowhere. It was a strange dichotomy between beach and just plain country. She never wanted to leave; she just wanted to forget about Washington, the Bureau, and all other responsibilities. Fortunately, they had four more days to enjoy it before they headed back to reality.
Scully turned in his embrace, her back now leaning against the railing of the deck. He looked down at her, studying her face. She looked so beautiful; her copper strands of hair gently blowing in the breeze… her eyes didn't have that usual worry that he always saw in her eyes. When he looked into her eyes, he only saw one thing. Love.
"Are you going to kiss me or not?" she whispered with a nervous smile.
He grinned back and closed the distance between them, slanting his mouth over hers. Their kiss was soft and tentative at first. Scully tilted her head slightly, opening her mouth to grant Mulder access, should he want it. And of course he did, because he took her green light as an opportunity to explore her mouth. His hands moved up to her face, cradling her head.
Their kiss became hungry, with several nips at each other. Scully's hands boldly grabbed Mulder's ass, pulling his hips to hers. She was met with his hardness brushing against her jeans, and Mulder moaned in her mouth, breaking the kiss, his hips bucking into hers. He placed his forehead against hers, his breathing ragged.
"Sorry," she said sheepishly, knowing what she intentionally did to him.
"Don't be," he said roughly. "It's obvious where this is going, but I think dinner is in order first… let me wine and dine you first, Scully."
Scully set the outside patio table as Mulder fiddled with the grill. They were having grilled swordfish for dinner and some grilled veggies – zucchini, tomatoes, onions, et cetera.
"Mulder, what are you drinking, beer or wine?" she asked, unsure of whether or not to set him out a wine glass.
"Let's open that bottle of wine," he said, not bothering to turn around. I put it in the freezer to chill it, so it should be good to go."
Once everything was ready, it was about seven. It was starting to get dark, so Mulder lit a few citronella candles and placed them in various spots on the deck to keep the mosquitos away. It was the downside to being right on the water.
They sat down and began to enjoy their dinner. Mulder served Scully, and then served himself. Scully filled their classes with the delicious white wine.
"Mulder, this looks fantastic," she said. "Thank you."
He beamed at her. "I've always wanted to cook for us, to be like this, Scully."
"All you had to do was ask."
"Like I knew that, Scully."
They exchanged a glance across the table as they ate.
Scully was enjoying her meal immensely. Mulder's wine glasses were the big ones, and she was halfway through her second. She felt warm and relaxed, enjoying the light buzz she had. This may have been the nicest night she's had in years. They spent the remainder of the meal talking about silly stuff that didn't matter, enjoying the breeze from the water, and polishing off the bottle of wine.
After awhile, she stifled a yawn. Scully didn't want to appear tired right now, because she wanted Mulder know she was more than ready for… other activities after dinner. Mulder checked his watch. It was nearly ten.
"Let me clean up the dinner dishes, quick, Scully. If you want to change I put your bag upstairs in the master bedroom."
"Mulder, let me help-" she began, standing up when he did.
"Uh-uh," he interrupted. "I told you I wanted to wine and dine you. This doesn't entail you doing the dishes."
She smiled warmly. "Well, tonight was perfect."
Mulder met her around her side of the table, wrapping his arms around her.
"I love you, Scully… god, I love you so much. I can hardly believe this is real, what's happening between us."
She snuggled into his embrace. "Well believe it, g-man."
With that, Mulder shooed Scully upstairs to change as he picked up the table, and took care of the dishes and cleaned the grill.
Scully crept up the stairs, wondering which was the master bedroom. From what she could tell, it was a four-bedroom home with two bathrooms. She poked her head in a few rooms, and was finally successful at the last bedroom, which was significantly larger. Her bag set atop the bed, right next to Mulder's. She loved what he implied by that gesture. Sometimes she wished she were as bold as Mulder.
He'd left a lamp on for her, so now began the dilemma of what she wanted to wear to bed. She packed a few sets of pajamas, all of which were her less conservative ones. After digging through her bag, she settled on a matching cerulean silk set of shorts and a camisole. She slipped off her jeans and t-shirt, folding them back up and putting them back in the bag. She slipped off her bra and slid on the camisole. Scully fished out a lacy pair of black panties and slid those on, along with her pajama shorts. Her shorts were relatively short, revealing much of her porcelain toned thighs.
She took a look at herself in the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. Giving herself a once-over and approving, she went down to find Mulder.
Mulder was in the kitchen, finishing up dishes. He was now shirtless, and Scully enjoyed the view of his well-toned shoulder muscles moving as he worked. She spied his grey t-shirt balled up on the island, covered in black soot, she assumed was from the grill.
Padding towards him, she stopped, just behind him and smoothed her hands over his shoulders. His skin was warm to her touch and his movements stilled.
"Mmm, Scully," he responded, wiping his hands dry and turning around.
When he turned around, his mouth ran dry at the sight of her. There she was, clad in this beautiful blue cami and what Mulder believed to be "booty shorts". He nearly groaned loudly when he realized she wasn't wearing a bra. He spied her nipples hard behind the material.
"Oh god Scully," he breathed.
She crossed her arms across her chest self-consciously. Scully wasn't the sexy, leggy, brunette Mulder usually went for. Sometimes she felt overwhelmingly self-conscious in his presence, and this was for sure one of those times.
"Uh-uh Scully, don't do that," he said, reading her mind and grabbing her wrists. "You're so unbelievably gorgeous, you have no idea what you do to me."
"Show me," she whispered, shocking both Mulder and herself.
Brazenly, he snatched her hand, pressing it directly against his hardness.
They both moaned in response. His action snapped something within Scully, because she nearly attacked him, kissing him with a ferocity she didn't know she had within her. Her hands went immediately to the button of his jeans. Not breaking the kiss, Mulder began to guide her backwards, moving them to living room. When the backs of Scully's legs reached the big, over-stuffed couch in the living room, Scully fell back onto it, Mulder toppling over her.
Scully could keep her hands off of him, allowing one hand to roam up and down has back, as she pressed the other into his ass. Unconsciously she was undulating underneath him, and Mulder began to groan. He knew he needed to slow this down, or else it would be over far too early.
"Stop. Now." He said dangerously.
His tone of voice made Scully moan, and she felt the wetness flooding between her legs.
"I want to you too much, right now, we have to slow it down," he said, his voice like gravel. "Let me make you feel good, baby."
"Oh, please!" she cried out, struggling for contact with him.
He slid Scully's camisole over her head, revealing her breasts, which Mulder wasted no time tasting, nipping and sucking on the left nipple, as his hand took care of the other. After a few minutes he switched, and Scully began to whimper loudly.
"Oh Mulder, Jesus, yes!"
She was panting, needing his touch more than she could put into coherent sentences. Mulder pulled her shorts down, peeling her panties off with them. He leaned up to her ear and whispered, "I hope you have a pair of those shorts in every color, because those little booty shorts on you drive me fucking wild, Scully."
With that, he descended down her stomach, leaving a trail with his tongue. When he reached her wetness, he looked back up at her, amazed at how beautiful she was. The only light on in the room was a small lamp in the corner by the doorway. The soft light illuminated her delicate features.
He wanted to devour her.
Wordlessly, he plunged two fingers into her wetness, nearly blowing his load right then, feeling how wet she was – for him. He thrust his fingers in and out of her rhythmically, leaning down to taste her exactly where she wanted him, swirling his tongue gently around her clit. She cried out, bucking her hips into his face.
She was chanting his name in an undisciplined stream. She was close to the edge, so close she thought she might die from it. It'd been so long since a man had touched her, and she was positive no man had ever made her feel the way Mulder did.
Eventually, he gave into her pleading cries, his tongue swiping her clit over and over with determination. It didn't take long before her entire body stiffened and she began to quake, her walls clamping around his fingers. He tapered down his ministrations, allowing her to ride out the waves of her orgasm.
She melted back into the couch.
"You are unearthly beautiful, Dana Scully," he said, seriously, as her eyes opened, her blue orbs peering up at him in complete satisfaction.
"I always knew your oral fixation went beyond sunflower seeds and chewed pens," she said, tossing him a sexy smile.
Mulder barked out a laugh, not expecting her to be that forward, but loving every second of it. "it only extends to you, Scully."
She sat up then, and pulled him up with her.
"Let's go upstairs," she said, her voice rough and breathless.
Mulder led the way, Scully following, forgetting her clothing that was strewn about the living room.
Upstairs in the bedroom, Mulder left the soft lamp in the corner on and moved their bags up against the wall. When he turned around, he was greeted with a stark naked Scully, something he'd only imagined a billion times over.
She moved towards him, reaching for the button of his pants.
"You're wearing too many clothes," she explained, unfastening the button of his jeans, unzipping them slowly, and pulling them down, along with his boxers. His painfully hard cock, springing free.
Mulder kicked away his pants as Scully reached for him, stroking his entire length with a few lazy strokes, before kneeling and taking him completely into her mouth and shocking the hell out of Mulder once again.
"Christ, Scully!" he cried, his hands finding their way into her hair.
She bobbed up and down the length of him skillfully, cupping his balls as she moved. Mulder thought he was going to lose it. Briefly, he wanted to send out a thank-you note to whomever taught Scully how to do those things with her mouth.
"Scully, Scully, you gotta stop," he gasped, so close to the edge, he was nearly insane from it. "Wanna come inside of you."
She reluctantly stopped her ministrations, extracting him from her mouth with an audible pop. Scully had the audacity to look disappointed. Mulder shuddered.
He pulled her up to her feet and guided her back to the bed.
"You are amazing," he growled, pushing her gently back onto the bed. She moaned softly in response.
He climbed up on the bed after her, perched over her now on all fours.
"Mulder, please," she urged, spreading her legs a bit wider to indicated what she meant. "I don't want to wait anymore."
He thought he would die. Absolutely die.
Mulder rubbed just the tip into her wetness, before pushing slowly into her, until he buried her to the hilt. They both groaned in unison at the sensation. Scully was wet, hot, and incredibly snug – in short, she felt amazing. He noticed her grimace for a split second.
"Am I hurting you, Scully?" he asked, worried now.
She shook her head. "You're perfect, just give me a minute to adjust… it's been awhile," she said sheepishly.
He stroked her face gently. "Same here, baby, same here."
As misogynistic as Scully often found terms of endearment to be, she loved the way "baby" rolled so easily off his tongue, she loved how it made her feel.
Giving Mulder the green light, he began to move inside her, shallow strokes at first, before getting scolded by Scully which she hooked her leg around his waist, digging her heel into his ass, indicating she wanted him in deeper.
"You aren't going to hurt me," she said.
"I know, I know, but-"
"No," she interrupted, bringing his face to hers. "Let me tell you a little secret… I like it hard, so don't be afraid…"
She trailed off and Mulder nearly came at her admission. Jesus! He had no idea that Scully was so forward in bed. This was all beyond his wildest dreams.
He began to slam into her, steadily, thanking all that was holy for the wine he had at dinner, which gave his stamina a little more allowance. Scully was meeting him thrust for thrust now, and she cried out. She was close.
Mulder went into overdrive, wanting to hit whatever spot he just hit, over and over. His attempts were successful, because within minutes she was coming again, her walls slamming around.
That was all it took for him, and he came into her, hard, burying his face into her collarbone as he did. He felt her hand reach up and cup his balls as he came, which prolonged the sensation. Finally, he collapsed into her.
He was sated, to say the least. Scully was a tiger in bed, and his mind was blown. The reality far exceeded all the naughty fantasies he had about his partner over the years. He loved knowing this side of Scully.
Scully reached up and stroked his hair cozily, sighing softly.
"What is it, Scully?" he inquired, rolling them onto their side so they were facing each other.
She smiled lazily and touched his face. "Nothing," she said. "That was amazing, Mulder… better than anything I'd ever imag-"
"Ohhhh!" he said teasingly. "So you've imagined us before, huh?"
She swatted at him playfully. "Don't act so surprised."
"Mmm Scully, you're amazing," he said, pulling her close and pulling the covers over them. "Tomorrow you're going to tell me all about these fantasies you've had."
She kissed his neck gently before yawning. "What if I showed you instead?"
He groaned. "Jesus Scully, you're going to kill me before then."
Scully chuckled softly. "I love you, Mulder."
"I love you too, Scully."