Scully woke to the smell of coffee, her favorite smell as of lately. Long hours and back to back cases had her relish in her morning cup of fortitude. Today would be different, she thought, rubbing yesterday's mascara from her eyes.

Things happened so fast last night that she didn't have the opportunity to partake in her nightly skin care routine. She laid on her back and stared at the ceiling as she recollected the evening's events in her mind. A tiny smile from the corner of her mouth cemented the memory in her Hippocampus.

Mulder. Naked. On top of her, all around her. Inside her.

Not once, but twice because that's how he rolled. Anything he set his mind to, he gave a hundred and ten percent, and her pleasure seemed to be his only goal last night. She'd called out his name plenty of times on cases, but never like last night and certainly not in tandem with the way her body reacted to him.

Twice to the edge and back, only taking him with her the second time.

A naked Mulder stood at her bedroom doorway with two cups of coffee in hand.

Interrupting her thoughts, with the first words of the morning, "Happy Birthday Scully."

Smiling at the sight, she sat up in her bed and pushed herself against the headboard.

"Don't remind me Mulder. Another year older, where's the happiness in that?"

"Oh I can think of two reasons to be happy about." With a clearly boastful grin smeared across his face, he made his way toward her.

Naked, delightfully naked.

She had certainly benefited from his natural athletic ability and incredibly high sexual stamina, but she wasn't about to give into him that easily.

Because where was the fun in that?

"Hmmmm, I'd say you were clearly amped up from the case, all those cameras and law enforcement officers, it was a natural response to the situation you were in prior to our copulation."

"Bullshit Scully. I'm that good, and you know it." Sinking in next to her and handing her one of the cups of coffee.

She laughed, she knew he was right. She was bullshitting after all.

He was that good . His cockiness was warranted. It usually was, and more times than not it would cause her to morph into skeptic mode. But not this time, Fox Mulder had made her a believer. A firm believer that twice was only the beginning and that his accuracy would be for her future pleasure only.

"Okay, G-woman, today is your day. What would you like to do?"

Scully, with the only obvious answer to his question, took a sip of her coffee and placed it on the bedside table next to her.

"Well, G-man, I think a third time's a charm."