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Title: Fireworks Summary: Mulder and Scully celebrate the 4th of July Notes: As always, to my wonderful betas, Nancy and Traci. Thanks, always. This story is a part of The Eyes of a Child universe, but you do not have to read the previous ones to enjoy this one (though I'd love it if you did). Just know that Mulder and Scully are together, with William. July 4, 2002 Scully glanced at Mulder, her gaze caressing his every feature. Down his proud nose, lingering first on his sensuous lips, and then the sexy column of his throat. Over his shoulder to his bare, tanned, lightly- furred arm. Following its length to his strong, elegant fingers loosely clasping the steering wheel. His eyes flicked briefly in her direction and he swallowed audibly, his Adam's apple bobbing, and the knowledge that he was aware of her perusal and affected by it had her smiling to herself. The smile Mulder called her 'sex-kitten' smile, though she preferred to think of it as her 'satisfied-woman' smile. Although she hadn't been satisfied. Yet. With her gaze still upon him, her mind wandered. If not for William's untimely and extremely startling interruption that morning, she would be in a far different mood. Less edgy and aroused. Less...horny, to be exact. She was still stunned over the fact that their 13-month old son had managed to climb from his crib and had toddled down the hall into their bedroom. Nearly catching his parents inflagrante delecto in the process. Mulder, after getting over his initial shock and embarrassment, had grinned like an idiot, proud as hell at William's precociousness. Needless to say, their morning romp had been curtailed in mid-course, with no chance throughout the day to be renewed. Same deal for the evening, which had been spent with her family for a 4th of July barbeque, complete with a small assortment of fireworks for Matthew and William to watch. When her mother had offered to baby-sit William for the night, her hopes and desire had risen significantly. But those had been dashed when Mulder had driven past the cut-off for their home, and headed towards Annapolis on Route 450. They had been driving for roughly forty minutes or so, having also passed the cut-off for Annapolis, and minutes ago, a marker for Ferry Farms. Thus far Mulder had successfully feigned immunity to every one of her attempts to beguile, cajole or otherwise seduce their destination out of him. Scully was comfortable using the word 'feigned' because the evidence to the contrary was quite clear. Labored breathing, the flush on his cheekbones visible despite the dark night. Restless shifting in his seat, the obvious bulge of his erection tenting his loose shorts. Eying the gearshift between their seats, her lips twisted in a moue of frustration. That feature was the one drawback to their vehicle. Their very comfortable, very roomy vehicle. Her pout turned into a grin as she recalled how her front seat fantasy had been taken to the back seat just days after they had bought the Cherokee Laredo. And a few times since. With a rather smooth move, if she did say so herself, Scully slid closer to the gearshift and casually dropped her left hand on his thigh. His warm, muscled, bare thigh. His leg flexed and he shivered, the truck surging forward briefly. "Easy, Scully," he said, his voice several octaves higher than normal. He let his right hand fall from the steering wheel to cover hers, giving her fingers a little pat. "That could be dangerous." In response, she purred out, "I love danger." His thigh flexed again, and he made a choked sound, so she relented. Giving his leg one last squeeze, she pulled her hand free and reversed their hold so that her palm now covered the back of his hand. Curling her fingers around his and tugging gently, she brought their hands over to her leg, placing his palm-down on her conveniently bared thigh. Bared because the silk of her skirt had moved when she had shifted to be closer to Mulder -- sarongs with long slits were very handy, Scully noted to herself semi-absently. It took little effort to drag his unresisting hand up her thigh, the slit of her skirt parting even further, close to revealing her black silk panties. She stopped the motion of their hands just inches from where she really wanted his to be. Her breathing had quickened, and her nipples were tight. Because of his touch, and because she was imagining him sliding his hand upward that last little bit. This time Mulder growled low and deep in his throat as he shot another quick look in her direction. His fingers tightened convulsively on her thigh, causing her pulse to leap and her legs to fall open shamelessly wider. The motion pushed his hand closer to the vee of her thighs, the side of it brushing against her silk-covered sex. Lightning sparks of pleasure flickered through her body at the contact and she had to stifle a moan. But she could not control the urge to shift, to move into the contact, flexing her lower body to briefly thrust upwards once, twice. "Christ, Scully," he muttered gruffly, flicking his gaze from the road to her and back again. "You are so hot." He sucked in a noisy breath, blew it out shakily. "Baby, I want-" His voice trailed off and his hand left her leg to grasp the steering wheel once more as he suddenly paid more attention to where they were -- as if he had momentarily forgotten their destination. The Jeep slowed significantly and then he was making a right-hand turn, to begin bumping over an unpaved, pot-holed side road. "We're almost there...thank God." The last two words were whispered fervently, and the want contained in them made her smile. Pushing her skirt down demurely, Scully straightened in the seat, her pulse hammering and arousal dancing in her veins. Thank God, indeed. Maybe she could entice him into the back seat before they had to get out of the car. Though where they would be getting out was questionable -- her curiosity had been piqued as well as her arousal. Peering first through the front windshield and then both side windows had revealed there wasn't much to see. With the pale light from the moon she could make out the dark shapes of trees on both sides of the narrow little lane, and little else. Mulder slowed the Jeep to an almost-crawl and then quietly murmuring, "Ah ha," turned right once again at a break in the trees. The path he took sloped gently uphill, and the landscape became devoid of trees or any other plant life other than low, stubby grass. After less than a minute, Mulder rolled the Jeep to a stop at a spot undistinguishable from any other spot, and turned the ignition off. "We're here," he stated somewhat unnecessarily. Scully was extremely puzzled, enough so that she abandoned her plan to yank Mulder into the backseat and have her way with him, as many times as possible. "And where would here be?" she asked him, eyebrow arching. He flashed her a grin, and unbuckled his seatbelt. "You'll see," was his less-then-helpful response. "Come on." Opening his door, he slid out and shut it. Huffing good-naturedly, Scully followed suit with her seatbelt and door, and exited the Jeep, shutting the door quietly. Hands on her hips, she turned her head from side-to-side to ease a kink, and then closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The air was still, and pleasantly cool, and filled with the soft sounds of crickets. A far cry from the extreme heat of the afternoon, and the noise of suburbia. Moments later she heard the latch click as Mulder opened the back hatch and then the thunk as he closed it once more. She was able to make out a blanket under one of his arms when he joined her, and her curiosity slipped up a notch or two. What did he have planned? "What's that for?" she asked, nodding her head at the blanket. "You'll see," Mulder repeated, winking. Draping his free arm over her shoulders, he nudged her with his hip to get her moving. "Walk with me, Scully." She went easily, agreeably. Enjoying the contact with his long, rangy body, the feel of his arm around her. All the while wondering about the blanket, and why he had chosen this place. When they crested the low hill and reached a flat plateau, Scully knew. Before them lay an impressive vista. The land sloped gently downward again a few feet from where they stood, leading to a small, sandy beach. To where moonlight sparkled on the water below, its image refracted in a wavering, sinuous line. In the distance, across Chesapeake Bay, were the lights of Annapolis. "Look at the stars, Scully," Mulder whispered in her ear then as he leaned into her further, his lips just brushing the sensitive lobe. Making her shiver. Tilting her head back, she did as he had bade. This far from the city, the night was darker, the sky black as velvet. Velvet dotted with the shining twinkle of thousands of stars. It was an awe-inspiring sight -- one they were not often afforded the chance to see and admire -- and she was momentarily speechless. Shifting to the left, she snuggled into Mulder, her back to his chest, still gazing skyward, and murmured, "It's so timelessly, end lessly beautiful." "Beautiful," Mulder echoed, and there was something in his voice that told her he wasn't referring to the starry sky. It brought a slow smile to her lips and a blush to her cheeks. He had moved the arm that had been around her shoulders, slipping it down to encircle her waist when she had stepped into his body. Now he tightened his grasp, his big hand palming her stomach, fingertips just brushing her sex. In reaction, a ripple of gooseflesh covered her exposed skin, though it had absolutely nothing to do with being cold. The exact opposite, in fact. Heat had engulfed her body, radiating outward from between her legs. Sighing his name, she brought one hand up to grip his arm and hold it in place, pushing her backside into his groin at the same time. Mulder chuckled in her ear, the teasing sound soft and seductive, and then gave her lobe a quick nip. Her thrust and his instinctive return thrust revealed he was as aroused as she. "Soon," he whispered though. He gave a light tug on his arm, which earned him nothing but a tightening of her fingers, and followed it with an amused, "Need my arm, Scully." "I like your arm where it is," she returned in a purr, scratching her nails up his forearm as she was speaking. She was close to forcing it down further, to ease the ache that had settled deep within her. This time it was he who shivered. "Oh, I do too, baby," he replied huskily. His next sentence was both regretful and playful. "But I don't want us to miss the show." His words penetrated the delightful haze she had fallen under, and her eyes widened as her hand loosened its hold on his arm. "Show?" she repeated, and turned to face him. For he had taken advantage of her distraction by sliding his arm away and taking a step back. Now unfolding the blanket, Mulder merely flashed her an unrepentant grin. His eyes then raked her body from head to toe, lingering at her feet. "Take your sandals off, Scully." He waited until she had bemusedly complied, placing her strappy leather footwear neatly aside, before he shook the wool plaid out and laid it on the ground. Once he had it spread to his satisfaction, he held out his hand. Scully slipped her hand in his, and let him guide her onto the blanket, where he seated her in the center. While she arranged her skirt, he shed his own sandals, kicking them in the general vicinity of hers. In seconds Mulder had joined her, his thigh pressing into her left hip. First he toyed with the shoulder strap of her tank top, rubbing his thumb on the skin beneath. Then he stroked one fingertip butterfly- light down the length of her arm to her fingers, where he caressed her knuckles before clasping her hand in his. Falling back on one elbow, he tugged gently as he murmured, "Lie back, Scully." She felt a liquid pull low in her belly from the seductive tone of his voice. Feeling languid and dreamy, she complied wordlessly, mirroring his pose by propping herself on one elbow, their bodies now facing one another. Although she did summon the energy to arch an eyebrow at him. His hand came up to her face, that same fingertip tracing the still- raised eyebrow. "Sexy," he told her low-voiced. "I find that so incredibly sexy." Leaning forward a little, his lips replaced his finger, following and peppering the natural curve with tiny kisses. Her eyes fluttered closed, a pleased hum escaping her mouth, and she tilted her chin up. Expecting him to trail his lips down her face to take her lips. Instead, he pulled back and resumed his love-patter. Her eyes reopened slowly, heavy-lidded and slumberous. "It gets me so hot, Scully. Always has. Even before we..." She was fascinated by the movement of his lips, sensual and full. Could not take her eyes from them. Barely heard his murmuring as he told her how he used to watch the expressions play across her features, how the arch of her eyebrow had conveyed her moods and feelings to him. "Mulder," she interrupted his ramblings, bringing her own fingertip up to swipe slowly along his top lip. "Shut up and kiss me." Surprise and arousal had his pupils dilating, but still he played the game, changing topics in mid-course flawlessly. "And then there was the way you ordered me around-" This time Scully stopped the flow of words by darting in and planting her lips firmly on his, her fingers sliding through his hair to cup the back of his skull. Holding his head steady for her assault on his mouth. Mulder made an 'mmmmm' sound, which vibrated teasingly against her lips, and opened his mouth to her. Making a pleased sound of her own, she traced his full bottom lip with her tongue before sliding it inside for a thorough investigation. Other than lifting his free hand and resting it on her hip, Mulder did not move, docilely allowing her to take control. Which she did, with an anticipatory and voracious hunger. Their kiss became deeper. Hotter. Wetter. Long, delicious seconds passed, until she gentled the actions of her tongue, her lips. Pulled back just enough to begin a light, teasing nibble on his now swollen lips, their breaths panting into each other's opened mouths. Liberating the silky strands of his hair, she trailed her fingers teasingly along his neck. Reveling in the reactions she elicited -- the quiver that ran through his body, aand the convulsive tightening of his hand on her hip. Continuing downward, she planted her palm flat on his chest, just above his heart. Applying pressure, she leaned into him, once more moving her mouth against his. With a groan she interpreted to be of approval and pleasure, Mulder's elbow gave out, and he collapsed onto his back. She followed without breaking their newest kiss, sliding her thigh over his and shifting on top of him. Effectively straddling his body. This position meant her breasts pressed delightfully into his chest, and her sex was flush on his pelvic bone, while Mulder's hardness pushed up erotically against her bottom. Nudging her with the slightly desperate, tiny thrusting motions he was now making. She loved the fact that he found her aggressiveness an incredible turn-on, that he often became mindless putty in her hands when she directed their love-making. And of course it sent her own arousal skyrocketing. Rocking herself on him intensified the pleasure she gained by the contact between their bodies, and she moaned against his lips. Mulder answered with a moan of his own, and by clamping both hands hard on her hips, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of her ass, covered by the silk sarong. They both reached a similar conclusion at that moment, their hands bumping as they struggled to raise her skirt. She laughed into his mouth at their clumsiness as she nearly fell off him in the process, Mulder's raspy chuckle mingling with her giggles. Regretfully she left his mouth, levering herself upright and rising on her knees to free the silk material trapped beneath her thighs. A hurried and frantic push had it around her waist, and she was sinking back down, her lips searching for Mulder's. His hands had quickly found her hips again, beneath the sarong this time, and he did a half sit-up in order to meet her mouth. Ravenously. Things got hotter. Mulder's hands moved up to fondle her breasts, his long fingers tweaking her nipples while her hands did the same to his, having stroked up beneath his tank top. Thus the distant popping sounds did not register at first. It was when she slid her lips along his cheek to nibble on his earlobe that Mulder husked out, "Stop." Stop?! The word reverberated inside her mind. He wanted to stop? "Mulder?" she asked, her confusion clear. Not to mention a touch of pique. He was panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly, hips continuing to thrust randomly. "The show," he got out, sliding his hands down to grip her hips yet again. Stilling their sensual movements. "I wanted us to see the fireworks, Scully." She realized then that the city of Annapolis was putting on its Fourth of July fireworks, and that was why Mulder had brought them out to this beautiful, secluded place. Normally she would have been quite interested in watching such a show. But right now she had other things on her mind. Or rather, one thing on her mind. "I'll show you fireworks, Mulder," she murmured, tongue darting out to trace the shell of his ear. "Oh, baby," he groaned. Helplessly, she liked to think. "My own little firecracker." A sudden surge of playfulness had her snaking a hand down to cup the very firm bulge in his shorts, giving it a definitive and loving squeeze. "Nothing little about this firecracker," she teasingly cooed, lifting her head to meet his gaze and batting her eyelashes at him. Never to be out-leered, rarely without a comeback, Mulder thrust against her hand and rumbled, "And it's ready to explode for you, baby." The deliberately sleazy tone of his voice had her laughing again, even as she stroked his cock through his shorts. "As long as it doesn't misfire, Mulder." "Don't ever joke about that, Scully!" he exclaimed with mock-horror, laughter lighting his eyes. Releasing his cock, she sat up, bracing herself with her hands on his flat stomach. Giving him a sultry look, she purred, "Let me atone." With that, she raised her arms cross-wise in front of herself and grasped the material of her top in both hands. Shimmying slightly, she lifted the silky tank up one slow inch at a time, pausing just as her bare breasts were about to be revealed. She allowed a teasing glimpse of one nipple before yanking the top quickly over her head and throwing it off into the darkness. Mulder's husky, "Oh, yeah," turned into a low moan when she slid her hands under his tank top to push it out of her way and shifted herself lower to straddle his thighs, bending to place a wet, sucking kiss on the skin just above his navel. The moan deepened as she trailed her tongue up to one pebbled nipple, and became a gasp that approximated her name when she sucked the little nub into her mouth. Sitting up briefly, she indicated with a tug that she wanted him to shed the tank. Mulder did another partial sit-up, and together they pulled it off to be discarded with hers. They sank back down as one, and she immediately sought his nipple once more. Nipping at it before drawing it into her mouth. His hands made their way under the folds of her sarong again. He began alternating between kneading her ass and toying with the band of her thong, tugging up on the 'T' of the strap in a way that made her writhe. Finished tormenting his nipple, Scully kissed her way to the other one. She treated it to a flick of her tongue before meandering her way back to his navel, wiggling her body downwards slowly and sensually over his. Pressing her stomach and then her breasts against his erection. A lap dance of a different sort, one he heartily approved of as he languidly thrust into the contact, his fingers clutching handfuls of blanket at his sides. Now settled between his spread legs, she dipped the tip of her tongue inside his belly button, circled it once, and then kissed and licked a path along the waistband of his shorts. He tasted of maleness and sweat, a potent and heady combination, one that teased her senses and further stimulated her already sky-high arousal. She wanted more. Curling her fingers under the band, she tugged gently, murmuring, "Lift." He obeyed, and she somehow managed to pull his shorts down and off with minimal disruption and just a little gymnastics. A smile curled her lips when she discovered he wore nothing else and she voiced her appreciation with a throaty rendition of one of his lines, "You know what I like." "I do, Scully, I do," he returned, his own voice deep and gravelly. Then he grinned in response to her comment. It was both gratifying and exhilarating when the grin became a startled shout as she took his hard cock in one hand and swirled her tongue around the head. The mumbled, mindless babble that followed his initial cry as she began to work him was equally so. A pattern emerged, one highly favored by both parties. She would lathe his entire length from tip to base with her tongue several times, and then stop to engulf only the head in her mouth, sucking lightly for long seconds. All too soon Mulder stopped her, his hands now on her head. Fingers twining into her hair, cradling her skull gently. "Baby," he said. "As much as I love this...love your mouth on me...I want to be inside you. Need to be inside you." The husky quality of his voice and the naked desire in the words were like accelerants to her own desire. Her sex pulsed in response, her already turgid nipples tightening further, almost to the point of pain. One last swirl of her tongue, and she lifted her head with a hum of pleasure and regret. Sliding herself upwards along his body, she teased random spots with her lips, teeth and tongue on the way. After licking his Adam's apple and nipping at his jawline, she fused their mouths together in a deep, soul-searching kiss, her body flush to his from groin to chest. She eventually became aware of her sarong bunched between them as Mulder thrust his hips up, and had a brief thought of removing the silk garment. Only she was reluctant to leave him in order to do so. And then his hands were on her bare ass once again, rocking her against him, and playing with her thong. Completely pushing all thoughts about taking the remainder of her clothing off right out of her mind. Freeing his lips, she murmured, "Now," against them, and sat up. Straddling his pelvis, his cock jutting up proudly before her, she rose to her knees. Easily intuiting her intentions, and ever- helpful, Mulder gathered the sarong in both hands and lifted it, baring her lower half. Which enabled Scully to do what she desperately wanted to do. Shifting her thong to one side, she grasped Mulder's cock at the base and guided it to her opening. Instead of immediately sinking down however, she teased them both to a fine razor's edge by rubbing his hardness along her slick flesh. Creating friction. Exquisite, deliciously exquisite friction. Mulder husked out her name, sounding tortured. Pulling her gaze from the fascinating sight of her hand on his cock between her legs, she dragged her head up to look at him. He was staring fixatedly at the same sight, the tendons in his neck straining as he held his head off the ground, teeth sunk into his lower lip. Her inner walls spasmed again at the lust evident on his face, and with a groan of surrender and sheer bliss, she allowed them that final mercy - slowly lowering herself fully upon him. She sighed, her eyes fluttering shut and her head falling back, while Mulder chuffed out a half-laugh/half-moan and his fingers clutched at her hips through the sarong. Holding still, she let the feelings sweep through her body. Enjoying that moment just before the sweet madness that was lurking within her took over. Enjoying the feel of him so deep inside. Hot and thick and hard. Mulder was fully aware of the gratification she received from that initial and complete contact -- she had told him many a time, sometimes moaning the words, other times purring them in his ear. Thus he refrained from moving as well, with supreme effort. The minute trembling of his body was evidence of that effort, as was the grimace of pleasure/pain that twisted his facial features. "Feels so good, baby," he muttered then, echoing her thoughts in a manner. "Tight and wet and ho-OT." She tightened her inner muscles on the thickness within her as he spoke, which resulted in his voice raising an octave, the last word coming out broken. It also caused him to thrust involuntarily, and his cock to twitch, sending tiny lightning darts of pleasure through her sex. A soft sighing moan passed her lips in response. Despite the urge to ride him to their mutual exhaustion, she began a leisurely, languid pace, slowly rising and falling along his length. The sounds Mulder had begun to make with each of her movements -- low, deep groans -- had Scully opening heavy-lidded eyes to watch him. Those sounds, and the expression on his face told a story. One that told her all she needed to know. One that told her of the depths of his arousal and the depths of his love, when to prolong the moment and when to hasten its end. One she would never tire of reading. Soon though, the rhythm of the story changed, and she adjusted the rhythm of their bodies to suit it. Her thrusts became less languorous. Became quicker and more intense. Mulder hummed his approval, showed it with his hands on her hips helping to move her up and down, forwards and backwards. He was counter-thrusting as well, having bent his legs so that his heels were planted firmly, offering some leverage. When those thrusts became sloppy and less-controlled, and his breathing labored, Scully knew he was getting close to the precipice. That knowledge, coupled with the nearly overwhelming stimulation she was receiving, was more than enough to send her orgasm surging through her body in an enormous, rolling wave. Crying out with ecstasy, her spine arched and her head fell back. Scully once again held herself still, every muscle in her body taut, and her eyes squeezed shut. Relishing, and reveling in the intense sensations of her release. With a last, wordless cry, she collapsed backwards onto Mulder's bent legs, her lungs heaving and her thighs quivering. At some point that she could not recall, she had reached behind her and clutched at him, fingers not quite reaching his ass. Realizing she had yet to let go, she did so then, to instead stroke the flesh she had been squeezing, feeling his hamstrings flexing beneath her caress. "Scully," Mulder's husky voice entreated a few moments later. "Open your eyes and look at the sky, baby." Flushed and sated, eyelids lifting ever-so-slowly, she did as he bade. Shimmering trail after shimmering trail soaring outward to slowly vanish into nothingness, the nightscape had exploded into hundreds of tiny lights, flickering and flashing in a brilliant crescendo of fireworks that were dazzling to behold. Her mouth opening on a sigh of wonder, she was surprised when Mulder moved suddenly with an athletic grace she had to admire, and the sigh turned into a gasp. He had risen up so that she was now sitting astride his lap, her arms around his waist, his hands supporting her body -- one palming her lower back and the other cupping her neck. Fusing them together, her breasts flattened against his chest, and her chin bumping his shoulder. Hips thrusting rapidly, but shallowly, his hardness buried deep inside her. Using her knees to support herself, she lifted up slightly and began to rock her own hips forwards and back with equal speed. Mulder groaned out, "Yeah...oh yeah, baby, just like that," and moved his hand from her neck to plant it firmly on the ground just behind him, bracing himself to increase the speed and strength of his thrusts. Scully slowed her pace just a little, and added a circular motion of her hips on each downward thrust, tightening her inner muscles on his cock at the same time. At the sound he made, a memory flashed through her mind. A memory of a late, lazy Sunday morning in their bed, astride Mulder just as she was now. She had circled her hips and squeezed his cock then too, and he had told her that he swore his eyes crossed and his brain melted whenever she did that. A laugh had burst free, dragging a groan from him as she had unintentionally clamped harder on his cock and he had then murmured how he loved sex and laughter, and that he was of the opinion that sex shouldn't always be so serious. The recollection made her smile. She wanted to see his face, needed to watch him, to see the expressions that crossed his features. Pulling her head back a few inches, their gazes met. From the look in his eyes, and the quirk of his lips, she knew he was sharing the same memory. She opened her mouth to speak just as Mulder did the same. They said the words together, her voice high and breathy, his deep and strained. "Sex and laughter." The simultaneous delivery, not to mention the memory itself, had a natural effect -- they both began to laugh. It had another effect as well. Still experiencing residual pulses from her orgasm, the combined movements of both their bodies was rather pleasant. A result of their laughter, it was causing her to involuntarily contract around him. He moaned, his hips flexing, and still smiling, she crooned, "Is your firecracker ready to explode now, Mulder?" Whatever comeback he might have been trying to get out turned into a strangled attempt at her name as her body continued to spasm. Their gazes still locked, his hand on her back pushed tight against her, urging her to quicken her pace. He began to thrust even faster, almost jerkily, any attempt at finesse abandoned. Scully could do no more than hold on to him, fingernails scratching at the sweat-slicked skin of his back, and rock her hips. But somehow the angle was just right, and the little bundle of nerves that Mulder usually plied ever so skillfully started to thrum. Squirming intensified the feeling, and brought on a second orgasm. It also threw Mulder right over the edge. He came with a roar, burying his face in her neck. His hands moved to the middle of her back, clutching her to him almost desperately as his hips continued to move randomly. He was panting harshly, breaths wafting over her damp skin and raising gooseflesh, and with his chest heaving against hers, she could feel the frantic pounding of his heart. It matched the pounding of hers. Scully stroked her hands up and down his back slowly, soothingly. When the tension in his body eased, she sighed gustily and then murmured, "That was one damn fine fireworks show, Mulder." The force of his muffled laughter shook them both, and a moment later he retaliated by nipping the place where shoulder became neck and making her shiver. "I aim to please," he replied, after lifting his head to waggle his eyebrows at her. "And oh how you please," she told him with a purr in her voice and a wink. He planted a hard, fast kiss on her lips before responding with a gravelly, "Love you, baby." Her heart fluttered and then evened out, and a different kind of warmth infused her body. "The feeling is very mutual." Another quick move by Mulder, and they were lying on the blanket. He flat on his back and she on her side curled into him, with one thigh across his waist and her head on his shoulder. Her fingers played in the smattering of hairs on his chest, while his scratched lightly at her scalp, over and over. For a long, peaceful while, they watched the night sky thusly -- once more black velvet dotted with the white of stars, once more silent and still. The end feedback gratefully accepted at lovesfox@rogers.com
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