Scully leaned back; one hand resting at the lip of the counter while her other one was busy fidgeting with Mulder's tie. She brushed her thumb against his silk neckwear and leaned toward him.

With a low whisper, she spoke, "Mulder."

His name on her lips, in that voice, sent blood straight to his cock. She knew what she was doing. It took everything in him not to pull her into his arms and kiss her. But he wanted to play this game.

The way they flirted back and forth, it was delicious foreplay.

Scully continued to mess with his tie and doing so caused her knuckles to gently brush against his chest- and far be it from him to stop her well manicured hands from 'accidentally' touching other parts of him.

He stood there-arms on his hips-opened to her. She loved when he stood like that- it was all of him, just for her and she wanted to make sure he knew just how much she was willing to give of herself in return. She had given everything to him, and yet she desired to give him so much more.

She bit her bottom lip, and she was sure his breath hitched. It was amazing how much they fucked each other without so much as a touch. She dropped her hand from his tie making sure to accidentally brush against his already growing bulge; a tiny smirk across her face as she did so.

Mulder stepped forward, only inches from her, he leaned in, "Scully, what do you have up your sleeve?"

She placed both her hands on his chest and gently pushed him back, removing him from her personal space. Without answering his question, "Don't forget to finish the paperwork, and I will meet you at home."

Scully started to walk away and as she stepped through the door, she glanced over her shoulder, "Oh, and Mulder, don't be late getting home."

Mulder leaned against the wall, "Damnit Scully, you're killing me," he shouted as she shut the door behind her.

leaving him alone with his thoughts and his hard-on.

Mulder arrived home ten minutes early.

Not only did he DO the paperwork (a great feat in itself), he'd never done paperwork so quickly before, and he was rather proud of himself at the accomplishment.

The house was quiet, only to be disturbed by the creaking sound of the screen door as he pushed it open.

"Scully?" No answer.

He spotted a note on the table. Change your clothes and meet me out back. Doing what he was told, he ran upstairs and made a quick wardrobe switch, then made his way down the stairs and out the back of the house.

A small tent was pitched in the middle of the yard by a large patch of over grown wood ferns. At closer look, a soft glow illuminated from the inside of the tent. It was twilight, a clear night and the stars were especially bright. Then Mulder remembered, it was March and right after the new moon, a perfect night for star gazing.

He smiled at the thought of Scully and him laying in the tent looking out at the night sky.

He made his way to the small tent assuming she would be waiting in it-but when he unzipped the front nylon flap, the inside was empty. Puzzled, he looked around to see if she was anywhere in the near vicinity. Darkness was slowly creeping in and the stars were becoming brighter and brighter.

In the back of his mind, when it came to moments like these, he always battled against panic and fear. He spent years in therapy working on how to recognize rational and irrational fear. This was one of those moments. He recited to himself, she's here, she's here. You haven't lost her again. Over and over again in his mind.

Just as he turned to make his way back up toward the house, the screen door opened and there she was. His Scully.

The first sight of her at any given moment-whether it was in the morning when they would wake up next to each other or when she'd walk into the basement office, and all the in-betweens, she always took his breath away.

He stopped in his tracks and heaved a sigh of relief. She stood on the porch in a pink silk knee length robe, holding one of his small gas lanterns in one hand and a to-go bag of Chinese food in the other.

Ming's, their favorite go-to junk food.

"I wasn't late." He said, opening his arms confidently, proud that he had arrived early.

"No you weren't, for once," she said, making her way down the porch steps, "Actually Mulder," shaking her head as she spoke, "I can't believe I'm saying this- but you were too on time."

She was barefoot and her hair was in a loose ponytail. The lantern swayed as she continued to walk toward him; each step providing him a peak of her porcelain skin toned thigh through the opening in her robe. Standing before him with a soft glow radiating up from the lantern onto her side profile-she smiled-looking up at him she handed him the bag of Chinese food.

"Dinner."

She said matter-of-factly, "Annnnd," pointing to the tent now, "we will be eating it in there, among other things." Playfully tapping on his chest.

Scully walked toward the tent, unzipping the front flaps and fastening them to either side of the opening, she placed the lantern on the ground and stood smiling at her accomplishment. "You'd be proud Mulder, I found the flattest and evenest part of the yard to pitch the tent on."

"I am proud of you, always. Soooo, among other things? Am I allowed to ask what those other things are?" Mulder said.

He made his way toward her and they both entered the tent, Scully first, with Mulder close behind her.

She turned around to face him, "You can ask, but I prefer to show you."

Grinning, as he moved into the small space almost taking up the entire area- he leaned in to meet her lips with his in one seamless movement.

Scully giggled at his eagerness, it was just one of the many reasons she fell in love with him. Mulder was never one to hesitate-and when she was the object of his fervor, she was all the more satisfied.

"Hold on, hol…d.." He kept kissing her, and she kept giggling-trying to get words out proved difficult. Mulder's soft full lips sprinkling her face saw to that. She gently nudged him back and with a reluctant sigh he obliged.

"You're killing me Dana."

"Oh Dana, is it? You ARE really trying aren't you?"

He knew using her first name was reserved for the most intimate of moments. Moments of sorrow, anger and intense pleasure. Many times he called out her first name as she took him to the pinnacle of desire and back. He certainly wanted to experience the latter now.

"Mulder, aren't you hungry?"

"YES, I am- but not for food." Scully's pink robe was open at her shoulder and he suddenly was aware that she was most likely naked under said robe.

"Wait, Scully are you..?"

Knowing exactly what he was asking, "Yes. I am completely naked."

Mulder still on his hands and knees from crawling into the tent-moved in closer-almost whispering into her ear, "And you thought I would want Chinese before this?" He said with a low register that made her body shiver and her center wet. Who was she kidding, Chinese wasn't on the menu at the moment. She was.

She responded with a low hum-closing her eyes, she gave him access to her neck. He sprayed tiny kisses up and down resting his lips at her pulse point.

When it came to her body, she relinquished all control over to Mulder; and before that, her mind and soul. She'd loved him from the beginning and she'd love him to the end. His hands moved at her waist and untied her robe. The silk fabric fell along her hips, exposing her naked body to him. She leaned back and he hovered over her; her knees at either side of his thighs.

"Clothes Mulder, off." She breathily said into his ear.

He rocked back onto his knees, temporarily breaking from her body. Scully moaned at his absence but watched him as he pulled his T-shirt up over his head exposing his lean chest and toned arms, swimming was still his favorite mode of exercise and his body reflected as much.

He smiled a goofy smile, one she knew all too well. His 'I'm getting lucky' smile. He really couldn't help himself, she thought.

Scully propped herself up on her elbows, her breasts fully exposed. Mulder started to unbuckle his jeans, and as she watched him unzip, she brought her hand to her center, feeling the soft warmth of her pussy- she placed two fingers inside of her. She was wet and swollen and it took everything in her not to come.

"Shit Scully."

Mulder quickly dropped his jeans to his knees and leaned over her, trapping her naked body underneath him; She used her legs to help him completely remove his jeans and boxer briefs.

Naked, he dipped down and put his head between her breasts, kissing each one, then running the length of her stomach down to her center. Her fingers, still teasing her folds and his mouth joined in on the exploration. He loved the taste, the smell, and the warmth on his tongue. His cock throbbed as he ate her out.

Meal for a king.

Scully's legs quivered as he worked his tongue in and out-drinking her in, sucking between her folds. He moved to her thigh and whispered into her skin, "You taste so good Dana. Come for me baby."

She bucked at his command and with both hands, she grabbed the back of his head, smashing his face into her hot wet center-pushing her hips deeper into his face, coming as she did. His mouth, full of her- delighted in every morsel of Scully he could taste.

She screamed out his name and he chuckled at her loss of control. Teasing her, he kissed the top of her mons, then moved to her stomach and finally made his way back up to her neck.

"We're not done, Mulder."

Kissing his lips, she tasted herself in his mouth. She wanted more, she wanted to come again with him inside her. His tongue searched for hers as their lips mingled together.

Mulder's hips hovered above her and she grabbed his ass, pushing him down so that his dick slid inside her. She used her feet and pushed her hips up into his shaft. His body shivered as her hands traced up his ass along the small of his back. following his spine, she reached his shoulders grabbing them tightly as they rocked in tandem.

She was soft and wet and he felt her tighten around his cock, she was going to come again and he was determined to take her with him. He would always take her with him. He pulled away from her kiss and she settled her mouth at his collarbone, sucking on his skin. He pumped harder and faster, and she clenched her legs around his thighs anchoring her feet to his calves.

"Come for me Dana, one more time, c'mon baby."

Her breath caught at his command, and she did what she was told-reaching her pleasure, she chased him to the peak.

Their bodies went limp and Scully giggled into Mulder's sweaty neck.

"Twice." Is all she said, panting into his shoulder. He slid off her and propped himself on his side, "I aim to please."

He brushed a stray wet strand of hair behind her ear and leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her lips. Pulling back he recited the words they chose a long time ago to pledge their love for one another. 'I love you' never seemed to be enough for them. What they had went beyond love.

"You're my touchstone," he whispered.

She whispered back, "And you are mine."

The tent was barely standing, but it was enough to offer them shelter as they ate their cold Chinese take out together.

"Mulder, you know why we are out here right?"

He looked at her, a mouth full of noodles, and grinned.

"Well besides that," she said.

"The stars," Scully continued, "they are at their brightest, I thought it would be romantic to gaze at the stars with you."

Her robe was back on and once the were done eating, Mulder scooted to the opening of the tent, unzipping the top portion to expose the night sky. It was twinkling and all aglow from the canopy of stars overhead. Scully climbed into his lap, resting her back against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her.

He hummed into her ear, "this is nice. Thank you."

"You're welcome Mulder."

And together they watched the night sky.