It was such a clear night, it couldn't have been more perfect. The desert air was cold, but Scully felt nothing but warmth. She felt like she was in a dream. They had moved so naturally in their progression; nothing ever felt forced with Mulder, it was always so easy as if it was meant to be. It was evident they were in new territory and they both were willing participants.

Scully knew how he felt, and vice versa.

Mulder made a space for them and they ended up sitting on one blanket and using the other wrapped around them for warmth. They kissed more and deeper, Mulder eventually pulling her between his legs and she used his chest as a back rest. His strong arms enclosed around her, creating a blanket teepee. They talked about their family, past lovers and work ambitions among other things and Mulder opened up about his sister and father's struggle with severe generalized anxiety and depression.

"Their struggle fueled my career path. I wanted to know more about mental illness and how it's misdiagnosed and.. or, dismissed by so many health professionals."

"Mulder, I'm so sorry. But if I know anything about you, I know you could be the one to usher in a change. How are your dad and sister doing now?

"Samantha is doing really well, her medication and therapy sessions help manage the day to day. She's met a great guy and they plan to get married next year. I can't wait for you to meet her." Kissing the back of her head at the completion of his sentence. Scully heard him sigh and felt his warm breath graze her hair.

"Dad died two years ago."

Scully put her hand on his forearm, "Oh Mulder, I..I am sorry."

"It's okay. I'm okay."

He kissed the back of her head again, solidifying his words into existence. "He had a heart attack. Mom found him."

Scully adjusted herself in her Mulder cocoon until she was facing him, now on her knees. She leaned in and placed her forehead on his and he closed his arms around her with the blanket shielding her at her back.

"Thank you for sharing."

He smiled and tilted his head up so his lips brushed hers. He leaned in and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She wanted his lips on hers, needed them. As if he read her mind, he touched his lips to hers. His bottom lip, pouty and full, beckoned to be sucked. She took it between her teeth, slurped it in and he moaned.

Responding to her invitation for more, he pushed his tongue into her mouth and her body surged. Their tongues intertwined and their lips pressed and performed a sensual dance. When they separated, she was flushed and she could see hunger in his eyes. He moved his hands from her back and placed them on her hips but instead of moving further, he stood up taking her with him.

"Scully, if you don't know by now, I'm completely and utterly all team Scully. If I keep going, I don't think I can stop. I honestly wouldn't want to stop. But Scully, I'm not sure the desert elements are necessarily the best place to end up in an…" Mulder cleared his throat. "… intimate position."

"Oh so you would like to be in an intimate position with me?" Scully said teasingly, placing her hands inside his back jeans pockets.

"Very much so, Doc."

"Mulder, if it wasn't for you stopping, I'm pretty sure we would be horizontal right now."

"Don't tell me that," he sighed, "Am I a complete idiot? Please don't take my stopping as rejection." He shuffled his feet and looked down, "It's more about my male ego really, it's cold and well…"

Scully laughed and she gave him one final kiss. "It's okay Mulder, I'lll take a rain check."

Mulder pulled one hand off her hip, and placed it on her cheek, she leaned into his hand and smiled. He moved in and kissed her deeper, longer and wetter. His tongue led the way this time, not waiting for an invitation. His lips engulfed hers and she felt her entire core melt with the warmth his touch and kiss generated. When he pulled away, she smiled and he grabbed her hands again and spoke.

"Are you ready? it's getting really cold now."

Scully nodded and they held hands as they started their trek down the rock, occasionally stopping to steal a kiss. They reached the Jeep and Mulder helped her into the passenger side. As he turned to walk around the front of the Jeep to make his way to the driver side, Scully grabbed his arm and pulled him close.

"I had a wonderful night, thank you, Mulder."

"The pleasure was all mine, Scully. All mine." And he kissed her one last time, with the intensity of a lover she'd had for a lifetime.

Mulder was off from the clinic the next day and he texted her first thing this morning to let her know his plans for the day.

Good Morning doc. I have to head into town and run a few errands. Will miss our run. Don't work late, I'm taking you out tonight. I am picking you up at seven.

Sounds good. How will I ever survive without you?

Ha, something tells me you will be just fine. But I will miss you.

I will miss you too. I'll be ready at 7. Attire?

Not casual but not too dressy, does that help at all?

Yes, I have some ideas. See you at 7.

Have a good day, Dana. Don't work too hard.

Scully opened her office door and plopped down at her desk. She was exhausted from the previous day and her late night with Mulder. She kicked her sneakers off and hoisted her legs to her side. She had a moment to herself, so she pulled out her phone and read his last message.

Have a good day, Dana. Don't work too hard.

Dana.

There was something about him using her first name in the body of the text that seemed so intimate that it made her stomach flip and she squirmed in her chair. She wondered if he would call her name if they were making love and she suddenly felt her center tingle. She squirmed in her seat some more, the seam of her jeans becoming more noticeable between her legs.

Blushing, she began to think of more than just kissing Fox Mulder and suddenly she can feel her core heat up. Her office door is closed and locked and before she knew it, she slowly began to move, utilizing the seam of her jeans as a catalyst for her pleasure.

She started to close her eyes, biting her bottom lip, her thoughts going back to last night. His lips and how they felt against hers, his tongue, how it begged for entrance into her mouth and the warmth it produced in her core. She thought about what his tongue would be able to do to her body once he gained access and as if on cue, her body took over.

She felt she was close and she slipped her hand into her jeans and found her clit. The response was almost too much and her legs quivered and went numb. She rubbed herself and thought of his mouth. And her finger found her wetness. On the edge of climax, all it took was the thought of herself on top of Mulder, naked with his hands on her breasts, and she quietly came reaching a satisfying crescendo. Flushed, she leaned back in her office chair, fully satisfied but wanting more.

More of him.

It was a thirst she needed to quench.

That wasn't the first time Scully had masterbated, she had no problem taking care of herself and rather liked the ability to control her own needs, but it was the first time she did it at work and even though he wasn't present, it had been driven by thoughts of Mulder. She was actually quite out of control . Rationality out the window, Scully knew she was falling in love.

She grabbed her phone and texted Mulder.

Hey, how's your day going?

She shuffled through some papers and opened her laptop to check her email. She had several messages, but a particular one stood out. An email from headquarters letting her know they were sending a Monitoring and Evaluation Officer over next week to check on the clinic's progress. Highlighting the email, she opened it:

Dr. Scully,

This email is to inform you that Dr. Diana Fowley will conduct a standard evaluation protocol on your operation in the field.

Please have all your paperwork in order for your visit. If you have any questions, feel free to reach out to this office.

Date of visit: October 14, 2015 to October 16, 2015

Respectfully,

Mr. Wordsford

Administrative Assistant

Office of the MEO

Mulder had been running around town all day getting ready for tonight when he felt a buzz in his back pocket. He had just loaded a few things in his car and was ready to head back home. Before getting into his car, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and glanced at the incoming message,

Hey, how's your day going?

It was from Scully. He couldn't help but smile, thinking of last night and their time together. He had been thinking about it all day actually. And he couldn't wait to see her again.

Good. The real question is how is your day going?

Good here too, actually, I had some time to myself and was able to practice a little self care. You would be proud of me. Remind me to tell you about it when I see you tonight.

Mulder smiled at the text. He was glad she was taking time for herself and couldn't wait to hear all about it.

That's great doc! See you in a couple of hours.

Filled with anticipation for what's to come, he threw his phone onto the passenger side seat, started his car and headed back home.