From: Rebecca Compeau To: Subject: [XFNC17ff] NEW: Wedding and Honeymoon Date: Sunday, November 11, 2001 3:05 PM This little fantasy is actually two chapters from my WIP For the Rest of Their Lives, but I thought that it could stand alone quite well. I own none of these characters and certainly won't be expecting to see *this* in upcoming seasons! Rating: R to NC17 Spoilers: small one for Existence (we all know his name!) Chapter Ten - The Wedding Dana Scully smoothed the heart-shaped neckline of her pale pink wedding gown. It dipped low to give a brief glimpse of her cleavage before rising again to cover her shoulders. Strange to be wearing such a formal dress, she thought wryly. Scully was unaccustomed to such finery. Nervously she fingered the string of pearls around her neck and glanced, again, in the mirror. Her hair glowed in russet waves around her face. It fell to her shoulders, longer than she'd worn it since first being partnered with Mulder. Small plastic combs attached to the diadem of pearls kept the crown from sliding off. There was nothing to do but wait. Her makeup was perfect, her jewelry reverently set into her hair, at her throat, and in her ears. She resigned herself to the few minutes remaining to her. A sudden rustling and the scrape of the door caught her attention. She turned, expecting to see her bridesmaids returning, but instead a tall dark figure greeted her. Mulder rushed to her, caught her in his arms and kissed her. Scully wanted to scold him for being there, but his reverent gentleness dissolved the rebuke from her tongue. They drew strength from each other after all. "I feel like the guy in that video Will likes so much," Mulder confided. "I'm finally getting married, we're finally getting married, they're finally getting married!" He sang in a silly voice to make her laugh. He looked so good in his grey pinstriped suit. She had sent Leyla, as maid of honor, to pin his buccaneer to him, but he had obviously eluded her. He kissed her again. A sudden giggling erupted, and Katherine Ananda skipped from the corner where she'd been hiding. "Aha! Spying, are you, little boo?" Her father scooped her up in his arms, then suddenly stiffened as he examined her apparel. "Where's your birth ring, Ananda?" Solemnly she pulled the tiny baby ring on a fragile gold chain from under and behind her hair where it was hiding. Mulder looked at the tiny twinkling emerald, and relaxed. He had gifted the ring to her on her birth day, and her name was inscribed inside in the tiniest imaginable script. He carefully smoothed her curly dark locks and admired her dress, a miniature version of Dana's. "Go find your brother and the other ladies, Ananda. We're just about ready to get started." Before she could get very far however, the wee girl was carried back into the room on a tidal wave of excited people. Leyla Harrison, Kimberly Skinner, Monica Reyes, Will Mulder and Margaret Scully all tried to speak at once. Leyla went to Mulder, and shyly helped him with the stargazer lily. The flower was pure white outside, with pale pink streaks inside, and occasional flecks of red. Will took charge of his little sister, making sure she didn't tip her basket of chrysanthemum petals prematurely. Kim and Monica made last minute adjustments to the mums in their hair, while Maggie assured her daughter that all her guests were comfortable. Yes, Bill Jr. was behaving himself. No, Father McCue was not offended at all that he was a guest instead of an official. "Well Mulder? Do you know your vows?" Scully asked Mulder breathlessly. They were going to mix their own promises with the traditional vows. "Me? Of course Scully. Don't worry about a thing," he replied smoothly. Scully cocked an eyebrow at him, and he smiled winningly. The argument over what the vows would be was nothing compared to the one over the music. Each felt fairly comfortable with the compromise that had eventually been reached. "Okay then. Let's get married." Doggett arrived just then to escort Maggie to her seat, while Walter Skinner, beaming fit to blind them all, took Scully's arm. There was no sight of the Lone Gunmen, William, or the Justice of the Peace. Mulder had a momentary stab of jitters. He couldn't remember if Will had the rings or not! Then he recalled with relief that Frohike had taken care of that little detail. He hoped. They stood in the doorway of the Navel Academy chapel, and everyone's eyes were on them. When the wedding date was announced, half the Bureau's agents announced their intention to attend. Now, as the last strains of "Love Me Tender" died away, every family member and fellow agent rose in a standing ovation. Mulder, Scully, and Skinner paused in shock. Tears glistened in three pairs of eyes as the battle weary soldiers recognized the unexpected support of their peers. Skinner turned now to Mulder. In full view of everyone, not quite all the way in the chapel, Skinner took Scullly's hand and purposefully placed it in Mulder's. Another smothered cheer arose as Walter gave the bride away. Both had agreed that since their partnership and romance had been unconventional, so should this formal binding be. Thus, many of the traditional conventions of a wedding were cast aside in favor of a more...Mulder/Scully flavoring. The lovers gently shooed Will and Ananda ahead of them, and walked down the aisle to the beat of Pat Benatar's "We Belong." Many there who knew them would agree that it was a fitting song. Dana was openly weeping now, and Mulder's jaw worked as he struggled with his composure. His eyes were bright and his chest heaved rapidly. The smiling Justice doubled, then trebled, in his vision, yet his step did not falter once. ------------------- They reached the front of the chapel. William turned to stand with the Gunmen, all decked out in suits. Mulder found the sight of them almost unbearably odd. Frohike was grinning so widely that his back teeth threatened to fall out. Ananda skipped happily up to her "auntie Leyla" and found the task of standing still for the ceremony a daunting task. Justice Peter Broadus led them briskly through the legalities. It was only moments before Fox Mulder and Dana Scully turned to each other, ready to promise love and devotion, this time in the sight of all assembled. Truly, the promise itself had been made years before, in the silence of a hospital and the shadow of a fearsome illness. "I, Dana Katherine, take you, Fox William, as my husband. Forsaking the trust of all others, I will believe in you for all time. No monster, no sickness, no conspiracy shall ever take me from your side. No death shall break our bond. At the end of our lives, I will lay beside you in the grave." Mulder sniffled, struggling not to cry. He wanted to be able to get through the ceremony, and crying always made him talk funny. Scully turned to Frohike and William. Will had already given the rings to Melvin and Leyla when he arrived at the head of the aisle, and Leyla was ready to hand Mulder's ring to Scully. "This ring is a symbol of the joining of our souls. Never ending," she declared solemnly as she slipped the gold band on his finger. His was inscribed with My Constant, while hers bore the words My Touchstone. Mulder had to pause for long moments and wipe his eyes several times before he was able to speak. "I, Fox William, take you, Dana Katherine, as my wife. Forsaking all others, for in you I have found my Truth." His voice broke as he said this, but he managed to go on without making a fool of himself. "I will trust no other, love no other, believe in no other. When my last breath leaves me, even you will not. I am complete only with you." He turned blindly towards the Gunmen. Melvin extended the ring without a word. "With this ring, I prove to you," Scully made a small sound of some unnamed emotion, "that my devotion will always be and has always been neverending." He slipped it with shaking hands onto her tiny finger. "By the power vested in me by the state of Maryland, I now pronounce you husband and wife." Justice Peter announced briskly. A huge cheer rose from everyone present as Mulder grabbed his bride in his eagerness and gave her her first married kiss. When they parted, they turned to the assembled crowd and made a huge sweeping bow in unison. Mulder and Scully could not contain what could only be described as shit eating grins as they made their way out of the chapel. Followed by their attendants, they formed a well-wishing line outside. Maggie was the first to reach them. "You're my son now," she whispered into Mulder's ear as she hugged him. "Take care of her," drawing back and looking searchingly into his eyes. "And take care of my grandchildren." "I will ma'am," Mulder replied, reminded again of where Scully got her uncanny sense of intuition. Doggett was next, having elbowed Skinner out of the way. "Congratulations!" Scully didn't think he could smile any wider...at Leyla. Walter jabbed him in the back to move him along. "'Bout time you two got married," the usually stern A.D. said to them. "If we had done it any earlier, we wouldn't have Katie here to be our flowergirl," Scully wisecracked. "Well Spooky, you done good," Tom Colton admiringly, if a little grudgingly, shook Mulder's hand. On and on the well wishers came, not wanting to spoil the happy day with any gossip. Tomorrow would be time enough for the secretarial pool to talk about how sexy Mulder looked in his suit. Tomorrow was time enough to compare accounts of how radiant Scully had looked. For now, everyone was truly happy for the Bureau's most talked about couple. "So...off to your honeymoon?" Monica asked an hour later, when the last guests disappeared. There was no reception, the wedding had been party enough. "Uh huh. We're going to Cancoun for the weekend. Our plane leaves shortly." Scully was watching Will wrap his arms and legs around his grandma in a huge bear hug as she spoke. "The children are staying with my mother, with Dogget and Skinner looking in on them for safety's sake." "Well." Mulder clapped his hands briskly and rubbed them together. "Let's get going Scully." She smirked slightly and rolled her eyes at the women who had stood with her. They all giggled at how anxious Mulder was to start his honeymoon. "Lucky woman," drawled Kim suggestively. Leyla blushed even as she nodded vigorous agreement. The newly wed parents said tender goodbye to their children, kissed the generous mother who took them, and waved cheerfully to the last of their friends who remained. Off in the rented limo they went, a gay "Just Married" sign firmly affixed to the bumper. Mulder honked a few times just for good measure. Chapter Eleven - Honeymoon She waited by the French doors of the suite, looking out at the moonlight over the water. Behind her, the bathroom door opened and she felt his presence. A shiver ran through her that had nothing to do with the slight breeze she felt. "Dana," he called softly. "Don't turn around yet. You look so gorgeous in that." A flush warmed her shivering flesh. She had chosen the pearl colored negligee in the hope that he would find her beautiful in it. Such lacy, skimpy garments were hardly her normal choice in enticing him to bed. A slightly raised hemline, her buttons undone more than usual, her voice an octave lower, even a simple raised eyebrow had always been sufficient to excite him. Scully felt his warmth directly behind her. A hand slowly stroked from the crown of her head all the way down her back to the curve of her buttock. She heard his breathing quicken and turned around. He stood before her wearing only the black silk boxers that had sneaked into her fantasies long ago. His eyes were butter soft, his face as reverent as a pilgrim at the holy shrine. "Alone at last," she whispered. Referring, of course, to the absence of Will and Katie. Mulder smiled in amused agreement, and gathered her closely into his arms. She felt his rising excitement and wiggled brazenly closer. He groaned and broke away. "Not yet. Not yet," he implored. Turning to the chilled champagne set out on a little table next to a bowl of strawberries, he poured them each a flute. Scully saw a mysterious silver bowl next to the fruit but said nothing. Mulder would reveal it's contents in good time. They ate the strawberries and drank the champagne, speaking with their eyes as they so often did. I love you so much. Can't believe this is finally happening. I want you. Can we go swimming later? Was that last spoken out loud? It didn't really matter as the level in the bottle lowered while their passion escalated. There were a few berries left and a glass each of drink when Mulder finally removed the cover from the small bowl. Chocolate mousse glistened darkly inside. "There's only one spoon." Mulder leered as he held it up. "I wouldn't want you to get anything sticky on that lingerie." His molten eyes made a circuit of her body. "At least not chocolate mousse." Scully sat down obediently in the chair and let Mulder feed her the rich creamy dessert. With every bite, she moaned in appreciation of the taste and sucked and licked the spoon of every last dollop. Mulder's boxers became tented, and he was flushed and panting after only a few bites. "Mulder, how are you going to eat any dessert?" she asked innocently. Her husband answered in classic Mulder style; he looked at her lap and waggled his eyebrows. "No, no." Scully shook her head, although the idea certainly had merit. "Here." She grabbed a leftover strawberry and dipped in the sugary treat. Holding it out to Mulder, she was rewarded by his full lips opening trustingly, then his tongue emerging to lick his lips after swallowing. "Mmmm, goood," he drawled. Thus they finished the dessert. Scully fed Mulder mousse covered berries, and he fed her spoonfuls with ever unsteady hands. "Let's go to bed," he said desperately when they were finished. "Not yet, not yet," she mimicked his earlier words and sauntered to the hotel door. She tossed him a sultry look over her shoulder. "Didn't you want to swim?" Mulder grabbed her around the waist and tossed her over his shoulder. "Naughty Scully," he growled and she bounced onto the mattress. He lowered himself next to her so they were pressed full length, nearly skin to skin. ------------------- He tasted of chocolate strawberries and love. Hands wandered over feverish skin as lips met again and again. Scully nibbled his throat. Mulder whispered in her ear of his lust. When he began to undulate his hips against hers in a desperate rhythm, Scully took hold of his boxers and pulled them down. She gasped with arousal. No matter how many times she saw him naked and glimpsed his erection, he was always breathtaking. Scully would never get tired of exploring him, learning how to wring a moan or cry of enjoyment from him. He was so well known and beloved, but their amorous explorations were never boring. Mulder levered himself to his knees, pulling her upright with him. He smoothed her rumpled hair, taking a moment to calm himself. Tenderly, gently, he took hold of the edge of her negligee and drew the gossamer material up and over her head. Though he, too, had seen her naked countless times, had made love to her with both gentleness and ferocity, he simply stopped and looked at her now as if he had never seen her before. "My wife," he breathed. "My Dana. My Scully." He moved his hands as if to touch her, but passed his palms over her skin just centimeters from actually making contact. It was as if he was feeling her aura. Scully's heart wrenched in her chest. She began to pass her hands over him the same way, and damn if she didn't feel electricity and energy crackling off of him. Was this was Missy had meant? She had felt this before with him, but it had never been so intense or downright erotic. The two could wait no longer to become one. Mulder's face was dark and drawn, Scully's was flushed and bright red. Her nipples were hard and swollen, the head of his penis made sticky smears against their skin. Mulder laid his wife gently beneath him and entered her slowly. He watched her face as he slid inside, and her eyes became wide, never leaving his. His face contorted at the wonder of it. They could not hold back a cry of pleasure. The dance went on. He continued his slow steady pace until Scully was groaning for him to move faster, harder. He refused her, and himself, continuing to torment her with a languid pace. Soon she was jerking beneath him, ramming her pelvis against his in desperation, grabbing hold of his butt, pleading with him hoarsely. He could not see. A dark cloud of agony and ecstasy had settled over them both. Sweat mingled and glistened on their laboring bodies. Still, he moved slowly, slowly....the tension built and built and consumed them in fire. Finally Scully burst apart with a scream of primal fire, engulfed by the tease in the most blinding orgasm of her life. She was completely unaware of Mulder roaring above her as he was racked by the same release as she. Half of forever passed before either was able to speak. "Slow...is very...very good." Mulder panted out. Scully chuffed with laughter and slapped him weakly on the ass. "I don't think I could survive another session as good as that. Are those my brains on the pillow there?" Rolling onto his back, eyes still clenched shut, Mulder had a suggestion. "Let's get cleaned up in the Jacuzzi and see what's happening down in the lounge?" "No way Mr. Mulder. I'd much rather go to the beach. It's not very far. I saw steps leading to the path from our deck." Scully gestured vaguely towards the French doors. "Let's get it on, Mrs. Mulder." Both went rigid with surprise at his first use of her new title. Then they giggled nervously. "I feel like my mom just walked into the room," Mulder made is if to hide under the covers. "Let's just stick to Scully," she agreed. "Or Dana." They dropped their robes on the sand, looking around furtively to make sure no one was watching. Then, realizing no one would know they were naked if they were in the water, they tumbled into the surf. For two hours, they played and splashed and hugged in the waves. Hunger finally drove them back to the suite where they ordered room service. To Scully's disgust, pizza was part of the menu. Mulder could only be talked out of a double pepperoni by the compromise of lasagna. After eating, they made love again. Now Scully was on top of Mulder, holding him down by his shoulders while she drove them both higher and higher. Too exhausted afterward to even look at the Jacuzzi, Mulder and Scully fell asleep in the king size bed. Tomorrow and Sunday would be devoted to sightseeing and souvenir buying. All too soon they would return to their children and their daily lives. This time was for fairy tales. End Was that sappy and shmoopy enough for you? I need a shower from all the sticky sweetness I poured into this. Or I could just watch the season nine premiere. That would certainly dash my romantic notions.