Title:  Incredibly Intimate   
   Author: MulderLuvScully   
   E-mail: HISlady77@aol.com   
   Rating: R   
   Spoiler: None   
   Disclaimer: These characters, unfortunately, do not belong to me.   
      
      
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   It was incredibly hot!  The night was typically August in D.C.  Muggy, so   
   muggy that sweat poured over their bodies as they slept entangled in one   
   another's embrace.  The AC had stopped whirring hours ago as they made   
   delicious love   
   in the bride's apartment!  Apparently the lack of AC did nothing to dissuade   
   the loving couple from consummating their wedding night!  In fact, it kind of   
   egged them on.......The hotter the better he thought as he peeled her white,   
   previously crisp, but now wilted, blouse from her shoulders, slowly, teasing   
   the   
   hell out of her.  He knew it drove her crazy and he loved driving her crazy   
   and she loved being driven crazy by him!  They both loved to play games and the   
   foreplay was something they were experts at, each trying to outdo the other.   
      
   He lay there in her embrace, grateful to God for bringing them to this point   
   in their lives, TOGETHER!  He looked out the window after looking at the   
   clock.  It was 3:58 and the air outside was so still that he thought the   
   rapture   
   had taken place and left them behind.  He gently lifted himself from her   
   embrace   
   so as not to disturb her.  He padded into the bathroom to relieve himself.   
   Splashing cold water on his face, then pouring a glass over his head.  He would   
   have taken a cold shower but did not want to awaken his bride.  He stood at   
   the window watching the night as if on guard.  He was peaceful inside, more   
   than he, they, had been in a long time.  He was content, happy, fulfilled as he   
   glanced back at her lying form so serenely comfortable upon their bed.  Their   
   bed, he mused to himself, smiling broadly!   
      
   The smile on her face was precious.  Something that he would never forget. He   
   memorized her body last night.  He memorized her words, her sound, her smell,   
   everything about her was indelibly imprinted in his mind, heart and soul. She   
   would forever be with him.  He became aroused at the thought of her sleeping,   
   smiling form.  That was his constant state of being lately, aroused.  How   
   could he not be with her by his side?   
      
   He looked at the trees hoping for a rustle of wind, but nothing.   They were   
   to embark in the morning on a cruise to where he did not know. She had planned   
   the whole trip herself without his knowledge and she wanted to surprise him.   
   They were all packed.  She stirred and realized that he was missing from her   
   embrace.  He walked back to their bed as she extended her sleepy arms to her   
   husband, inviting him back into her embrace again.  How could he refuse the   
   woman he loved, the one who meant the world to him?   
      
   Without words, but through their touch, in the heat of the night, man and   
   wife became one again in another dance of their passionate bodies, flesh upon   
   flesh, heat upon heat, warmth upon warmth, love driving their need and desire   
   to   
   a perfect crescendo as the rhythm of their lives played out once again on a   
   hot, August night in her little apartment in DC.   
      
   He gently assaulted her body with his mouth never coming up for air and she   
   thought she would pass out at the fervency of him.  He was nothing if not   
   focused!  She could not remember ever, ever in her life, feeling the incredible   
   heights he was bringing her to.  He outdid himself each time as she marveled at   
   his skill and expertise and knowledge of her body!  He loved to drive her crazy   
   and then enter her as she was about to lose control and they fell over the   
   cliff together.  She would so arouse him that he had to fight for control   
   himself, but he preferred to have them come together, but not this night.    
   Tonight,   
   was all for her.   
      
   They made love several times and he always waited for her to be the one to   
   tumble over the cliff first, following close behind.  This was after he slowly   
   and precisely covered her body with his mouth and hands. Scully realized that   
   her husband’s hands and lips were lethal weapons and she loved being the   
   object   
   of his affection.  She felt his need rise up to meet her own but he always   
   waited for her to be satisfied first.   
      
   “Together,” she rasped into his ear as she bit into it.  She tasted the   
   salt   
   on his body as they moved in sync and she tried her best to have a modicum of   
   control herself, waiting for him to fall off the cliff with her.   
      
   She waited, he was behind her and they tumbled together in a glorious   
   explosion of passion, leaving them both spent and shaking.  She clung to his   
   body,   
   not wanting him to release her just yet.  He knew what she was doing and he had   
   no intention of leaving her warmth.  He turned, bringing her with him as she   
   clung to his chest.   He ran his hands over her hair, and as she raised her   
   head, he moved the strands from her face so that he could behold his love.  She   
   never looked more beautiful and he was speechless.   
      
   “What?” she asked in a whisper.   
      
   He could not speak but his eyes told her everything that she needed to know.   
   Tears only confirmed what he could not voice.   
      
   “Oh, Mulder,” she cried as she put her head on his shoulder letting the   
   tears wash over his neck.  “I..........”   
      
   She could not speak either and for the first time they were both left   
   speechless from the intimacy they had just created and shared.   
      
   They feel into a sweet slumber, still entwined, Scully draped gloriously over   
   her husband’s beautiful body.  They slept for another hour before they heard   
   the alarm awaken them at 6:45.  Their plane was to depart from Reagan   
   International at 11 a.m.   
      
   They opened their eyes in unison as he squeezed her shoulders, running his   
   hands over her body.   
      
   “Good morning, sunshine,” he gushed.   
      
   “Morning yourself, my love,” she laughed.   
      
   She felt him harden as she gently glided over his body.  She smiled knowing   
   the effect she had on him and wanting him still.  She knew that she would never   
   be satisfied, that she would always want more.   
      
   “Again,” she asked him, “aren’t you worn out?”   
      
   “Never,” he answered her with a laugh as he turned her over and began   
   kissing her fiercely.  “You make me incredibly hungry and I will never get   
   enough.   
      
   Slowly this time they consummated their love in another tender display of   
   passion.   
      
   After slipping from her body, he gently picked her from their bed and brought   
   her into the bathroom where he gingerly placed her into the tub.  Pouring her   
   bath salts in the tub he turned on the faucet as he watched his wife lean her   
   head on the back of the tub.  He grabbed her soft pillow and placed it behind   
   her.  The water was filling and the scent of the salts was invigorating,   
   awakening her senses.   
      
   “I am glad that you chose this one,” she laughed.  “If you had picked the   
   lavender, I would be off to dreamland and we would never get on that plane   
   today.   
   ”   
      
   “Well, I was paying attention when you were giving me instructions that night   
      
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