TITLE: My Heart, My Soul, My Scully - the Honeymoon Scene AUTHOR: Lizzi Wareham EMAIL: xfreak82517@hotmail.com RATING: NC-17 (what else?!) CATEGORY: Romance TIMELINE: Set in 1999. Scully's had cancer, it went into remission, and now it's back. She refuses to have treatment. Her and Mulder have just married. This smutty piece fits in with the rest of my fic, "My Heart, My Soul, My Scully", but can be read as a stand-alone too. To read the story prior to this scene, email me and I'll send you a copy! Author's Notes: I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone and write the honeymoon scene for my fic, at the same time as completing the June True Blue Challenge. So here we go: * Cake with 'Happy Birthday Jamie' - check * Mulder or Scully smoking - check * Skinny dipping - check * A Computer virus - check * Characters go to see "Star Wars: Episode 2" - check * Bowl of ice cream - check * Girl with silver eyes - check ------------------ After stepping through the revolving door, Mulder and Scully were met by a large open-aired foyer. A palm tree in the middle of the room filled the large space, with cushioned seating all the way around it. A faint yellow tint from the crystal chandelier colored the walls. A young gentleman stood behind the desk wearing a white shirt buttoned to the neck. A black tie was neatly fastened around his neck, not a single crease visible in the satin material. A single red flower attached to the pocket of the man's jacket was the only color to the man's outfit. "Good evening and welcome to the Hilton hotel, New York," he smiled. "My name is George, how may I help you?" "We have a room booked," Mulder replied, a grin creeping onto his face. "Mr and Mrs Mulder." The young gentleman, by habit, turned to his computer and was about to type in their details when he remembered that their computer system had gone down earlier that morning due to a computer virus. "I'm very sorry," he replied, color blushing his checks. "If you'll bare with me for a moment." He waded through a pile of reservation papers, and eventually came across the one he was looking for. "Ah, yes, here we are. Mr and Mrs Mulder; room 32, the Honeymoon Suite." George handed the paperwork to Mulder and asked him to sign them all before returning them. On receiving the completed paperwork, George handed over the room keys and added, "We hope you enjoy your stay." The gold bell that sat on the desk was rung and another young man entered, dressed smartly in a suit and wearing a hat. He was informed what room to escort his guests to; he nodded and picked up their luggage. Following him, they were shown to the elevators and taken to their room. Swiping the card through the lock, Mulder opened the door allowing the bellhop to deposit their luggage just inside the door. He tipped him generously and he quickly left the couple to their own devices. Having already stopped Scully entering the room once, Mulder scooped her into his arms saying, "I just wish to escort my new wife over the threshold." Scully giggled loudly, their celebratory drinks on the flight having gone to her head. Mulder kicked the door shut with his foot before strolling across the room and dropping his wife on the large double bed. He climbed on the bed with her and lingered over her. "Have I told you how much I love you?" "Only about twelve times in the last hour," she smiled. "Well, I'm going to tell you again," he replied, planting a passionate kiss on her lips. "I love you, I love you, I love you!" "You said that already," she chuckled as Mulder moved off the bed and over to the chilling bottle of champagne that had been laid out courtesy of the hotel. Scully climbed off the bed and for the first time since entering, took a look around the room, taking in the spectacular view around her. Stepping up to the window, she pulled back to curtain to be confronted by a city illuminated by lights. She gasped audibly at the view. Mulder crept up behind her and circled his arms around her waist. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" he whispered in her ear. "Yeah," she sighed. "But not as beautiful as you," he replied, gently kissing her neck. Turning in his arms, she kissed him back, passionately. Her arms slipped around his neck and drew him closer and deeper. Mulder was the first to pull back from the kiss, although somewhat out of breath. "I believe Mrs Mulder, that it's time to *celebrate* the events of today," he smiled, waggling his eyebrows. "Oh really," she replied, thinking she knew what he meant. "Yeah!" He headed back to the nightstand and quickly returned with two flutes of chilled champagne. Handing the glass to her, she looked back at him, puzzlement written across her face. "What?" he asked. Then is suddenly hit him. "Hey, I don't think about that ALL the time you know!" "Of course you don't!" she winked, sipping from her glass, "which is why there's a whole drawer in your desk dedicated to those videos that aren't yours!" "Actually," he replied, gulping down his champagne, "I gave those video to Frohike a few months ago." "Really?" she asked, genuinely surprised that Mulder had given up his habit of ogling naked women on television. "Yup. They just weren't doing it for me anymore. Long leggy blondes just aren't my type," he whispered moving closer to his wife. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her body close to his, he arousal pressing into her thigh. "You see short, feisty red-heads with a medical degree are much more of a turn on." Leaning down, he placed a passionate kiss on her lips, his tongue snaking out to taste the remnants of champagne left from her last sip. Murmuring his approval at 'wife and champagne' he took the glass from her hand and placed it on the table before gently walking her back towards the large queen-sized bed. As her knees collided with the edge of the bed, they gave way causing them both to fall and land on the bed in fits of giggles. Just then, there was a knock at the door. With a knowing smile on his face, Mulder planted a quick kiss on his wife's cheek, before untangling himself and heading for the door. "Mulder?" she asked questioningly. "Hang on a sec," he announced opening the door. A young woman entered pushing a silver trolley. She parked it just inside the door at Mulder's instruction before quickly leaving the room. "Come look then," he encouraged. "This is you're first surprise on the night." Scully joined Mulder her arm sliding around his waist. Reaching for the two silver domes that covered the plates, he lifted them off to reveal their contents. "Ta da!" he announced, before being met by and outburst of laughter from Scully. "What?" he asked, looking down to see what she was finding funny. He found one plate to be housing a bowl of vanilla ice cream, and the other a chocolate sponge birthday cake, with the words 'happy birthday Jamie' engraved in pink icing. "Oh fuck!" he yelled. "They screwed it up! This isn't what I ordered!" Mulder slammed the lids back on the silver trolley and began pacing backward and forth across the room, a hand running nervously through his hair. "Hey," she smiled, gripping his arm. "It's okay. I don't mind really, as long as you're here with me. Besides, I'm sure we can put the cake and ice cream to good use." A mischievous glint settled in her eyes. Mulder smiled, knowing she was right and that they only needed to be together for the night to be special. "Wait a minute. There is still the other surprise that no one can ruin." He moved to his suitcase and reached inside for the small, brightly decorated bag. "Here, why don't you go in the bathroom and try it on?" She didn't ask questions; just grinning she took the bag and entered the bathroom. Having heard no movement in the bathroom for a few minutes, Mulder walked to the door and knocked. "Scully?" he asked. "I'll be out in a moment." Scully stood dressed in the nightie that Mulder had bought her. The baby blue silk material sparkled in the light of the bathroom, highlighting the color of her eyes. She stared at herself in the mirror, looking critically at the skinny wreck she had become since the cancer had returned. "I know what you're thinking," she heard Mulder mumble from outside. "You're still as beautiful as ever, no matter what you think." A soft smile graced her lips. His uncanny ability to always know what she was thinking still puzzled her to the very day. "And besides, I fell in love with you, the real you, the you that's inside. So come out here and let me see how wonderfully gorgeous you really are," he teased. A few short moments later, the door handle turned, and the door sprung open. Slowly, Scully stepped forward, her eyes remaining fixed on the carpet beneath her feet. Smiling sadly to himself, Mulder stepped forward, his hand immediately reaching for her chin. Lifting her face gently with his forefinger, he looked lovingly into her baby blue eyes and simply whispered, "Perfect." At his plain but heart-felt statement, Scully felt tears stinging her eyes and moments later they quickly trickled down her cheeks. "Aw, come here," he ordered softly. She willingly entered his embrace. "I didn't mean to make you cry." "I know I'm just being silly." "No you're not, but I think you're putting too much pressure on yourself. Look, why don't we watch a film or something?" he suggested, moving from the bathroom to the television and looking through the collection of tapes. "Okay, well, maybe we should go downstairs and rent one. Otherwise, you've got to the choice of Scooby-Do bumper cartoons, Dial M for Murder or some Japanese cartoon called 'Star Wars: Episode 2'. They've got 3 and 4 as well, but apparently no number 1! But looking at the box, I don't image Hans Solo's going to be in it," he laughed. "I guess Episode 2 will do. Maybe it'll put us to sleep or something." "Okay! It's you're choice." Mulder removed the videocassette from the box and placed it in the VCR. Grabbing the remote from on top of the television unit, he jumped onto the bed, landing on the far side. "Come on then," he announced, gesturing to her to join him. "We're married now!" he teased, a twinkle in his eye. He moved the large collection of pillows on the bed so that they were behind him, supporting his back. Spreading his legs, they v-ed on the bed, and he patted the space they now created, inviting Scully to sit there. Smiling, she moved a few steps closer before climbing onto the bed and seating herself where Mulder suggested, his pajama-clad thighs providing the perfect arm rest. Leaning back, she felt his coarse chest hair tickle her bare shoulders. Wiggling, she found a comfortable position and let out a long sigh. Mulder reached for the remote and set the video in motion. As Scully's gaze remained fixed on the television screen, Mulder tempted to relax her, his hands searching out her shoulders. Gently, he squeezed once, causing Scully to jump at the sensation. "Shh, it's okay," he murmured, "just relax." His large hands rested heavily on her shoulders, he thumbs pressing heavily against the knot of muscles at the base of her neck. After only a few more circular motions, she sighed heavily, her head slumping forward onto her chest. She murmured with pleasure as she found herself transported to a place where nothing existed apart from the sheer delightful feelings running through her body. "Feeling any better?" he questioned, placing a gentle kiss on her neck. She didn't reply, only mumbled and shifted her head to the side, allowing Mulder more access to her creamy white skin. Gracefully, he slipped the straps to her dress down and over her shoulder, leaving more exposed, irresistible skin. His mouth traced along her cheek and collarbone, before ending up on her shoulder. After all the stress she had suffered throughout the day with her wedding, the chance to sit down and unwind was highly cherished. Mulder's fingers were magical; soothing her aches, pains and worries. As his hands continued massaging her neck .Her body was floating, miles away from reality. So lost in her own little world was she that she failed to noticed that the massage had stopped and Mulder's hands were now freely wandering all over her body, although she had no reason to object, and didn't want to. Working along the outside of her body, his hands slithered downwards, leaving behind a pathway of tingly skin. His hands then slid back up the inside of her slender legs. Her legs slipped apart as his hands pushed higher, leaving her entrance open to him. It was only a few seconds more before a large finger pressed deep inside her hot channel. She sucked in a deep breath and released it just a quickly, wiggling her hips slightly. An amused smiled past Mulder's lips before he inserted two more fingers to join the original. "Ooooooooooooooohhhhhh." He pulled back out of her, his fingers coated with his silken juices. He then continued to thrust upward into her, her hips meeting him with every stroke. He quickly increased his pace and pressure, sensing she was fast approaching her limit. He free hand set to work rubbing hard against her clit. The spasms ricocheted like lighting through her body. Her body suddenly went rigid in his arms, her shallow breathing stopping for all of a few moments. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gggggoooooooooooddddddddddd yeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssss!" she cried, her insides convulsing around his fingers, her juices flooding Mulder's hand. Giving her little time to come back to her senses, he slipped out from behind her and crawled to the bottom of the bed. His mouth then traced the same path his hands had early before. As his nose close to her tunnel, the smell of her waffled up is nostrils sending him instantly hard. Knowing for the moment that it was more about her than him, he pushed all thoughts of his own pleasure to the back of his mind, intent on making this a night she would never forget. He nudged her clit with his nose, before whispering, "um, you smell so sweet, so delicious." He mouth latched onto her lips and sucked her hard. Yet another orgasm erupted through her body, her pleasure reflected in the high-pitched scream of Mulder's name. Climbing, up the bed, Mulder loomed over Scully, a wide grin on his face before asking, "did you enjoy that?" She smiled sleepily at him. "I can't believe you made me come twice, without even doing anything!" she laughed. He placed a passionate kiss on her lips, pulling back to state, "I told you. You just needed to relax. Now time to put to use that ice cream!" he teased. Stepping off the bed for a brief moment, he reached for the bowl of ice cream that had accompanied the cake and quickly retreated to the bed. Slowly, he began dripping the now runny mixture onto her body. As the coldness spread across her body, she inhaled sharply, sucking her stomach in at the same time. Mulder watched on in delight as the white substance trickled and pooled in her belly button. His tongue was quickly on her skin, licking up the ice cream and it threatened to leave her body and fall to the bedcovers below, putting off the pooled mess till last. He cut through the liquid, leaving a zigzag pattern, before clearing away the final remains of cream. He mouth latched over her belly button and sucked hard, before his tongue escaped to delve deep within her crevasse. Taking the bowl again, he tipped some on the ice cream aiming expertly at her nipples. They hardened instantly as the cool mixture slid down her breasts. He licked first around the outside of each breast before moving to concentrate on her taut nipples. Gripping the right nipple between his teeth, he flicked his tongue backwards and forwards. He thumb and forefinger reached out to pay the same attention to the other. Scully writhed beneath him as she felt the waves of pleasure coarse through her body. "Oooooooooohhh Muldeeeeeeeeeeeeeer! Yeeeeeeeessssss!" She felt the beginnings of an orgasm stir within, her nerve-endings tingling. She arched her back, thrusting her breast deeper into Mulder's mouth. The humming at the back of his throat sent shivers through her nipples, radiating through the rest of her body. His cock hardened at the sound of her moaning and groaning. He knew neither of them could wait much longer. His mouth moved from his nipples and began exchanging in a passionate kiss. He wriggled free from his pajamas bottoms, his cock standing at full attention in the cool air of the evening air. Out of nowhere, Scully's hands found his engorged manhood and squeezed gently. Pre-cum leaked from his tip, and he knew he couldn't restrain himself much longer. Pulling her hand away from him, he nudged at her entrance, his cock straining. "Oh Mulder!" she screamed. "I want you!" she demanded. "I want you deep inside of me! Fuck me now!" Mulder happily complied with her wished, and thrust himself full force within her. He felt her tight channel flex and tighten around him. He was surrounded by her white-hot wetness. It was pure heaven and hell all rolled into one. He withdrew almost full out before pummeling into her again. She cried out loudly, her breath catching in her throat. "Aarrrrgggggghhhhh god I'm goonnnnnnaaaa ccuuuuuummmmmm. Fuuuucccckk Muuuulllllldddddeeeeerrrrr!" He kept the pace quick and hard, feeling her tunnel stretch as he filled her, bumping off her cervix every time he thrust into her. He felt her convulse around her. The sudden clenching took him over the edge, his balls coiling tight and painfully. His body jerked taut and he made one final thrust, before letting himself go, his hot seed filling her over and over. Collapsing out of breath, he pulled Scully into his arms and rolled onto his back so that she wouldn't be crushed. She snuggled against him, slowly drifting in and out of sleep. "I love you," she whispered, moving closer to him. "Not as much as I love you," he spoke softly, holding her tighter still. An hour later, and Scully awoke in the arms of her husband, her body still humming from their earlier activities. Noticing Mulder was still asleep; she slipped out of bed and wrapped her silk robe around her naked body. She quietly pulled the balcony door open and stepped outside. A cool evening breeze stirred the air around her causing her to shiver. Having checked that Mulder was still asleep, she reached for the cigarettes and lighter she had stored in her robe pocket. With the cardboard box held tightly in her grasp, she debated over whether or not to carry out her thoughts. Blowing caution to the wind, she pulled out a cigarette, stuck it in her mouth and lit it. She took a deep breath and reveled in the sudden calmness she felt radiate through her body. She breathed out a puff of white smoke billowing from her mouth. "Smoking Doctor Scully?" Mulder questioned. Hastily, stubbed out the cigarette and threw it to the floor. "Sorry," she replied, her eyes downcast knowing she was in the wrong, "Old habits die hard, pardon the pun. I'm dying anyway right, so I thought what the hay, not like it's going to do me any more harm." Finally looking up, she saw Mulder grinning back at her. "What?" "You can stop rambling. You don't need to justify it to me. You're a grown woman, you can do what you want." To show there were no hard feelings, he pulled her into a tight embrace. "There's something I want to show you," he abruptly announced. He guided her from their room and outside to the hotel courtyard. He proceeded to place his hands over her eyes before leading her around the lantern-lit pathways until they were facing the swimming pool, lit only by the full moon riding high in the sky. Leaning forward, he whispered gently in her ear, "It's not the ocean, but it's close." He removed his hands. Smiling, she turned back around and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Oh Mulder." They shared in a passionate kiss, tongues dueling and teeth grinding. When they final came up for air, Mulder moved to open the poolside gate, allowing them both access to the area. They stepped inside the fenced-off area and removed their shoes, discarding them on a near0by sun lounger. They sat side by side, their feet dangling in the lukewarm water. After several minutes, Mulder began removing his t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head. "Mulder? What are you up to?" "I fancy a dip!" he grinned, mischief twinkling in his eyes. "Care to join me?" "What about..." she stopped mid-sentence as she looked to see Mulder stood before her in all his naked glory. Her eyes grew wide and before she had a chance to reprimand him for his actions, he dived into the pool, sending a small wave crashing in her direction. "Come on in, the water's lovely," he teased. Scully then surprised him by removing her top and shirt just as quickly as he had, and joined him, naked, in the water. Feeling the need to loosen-up after their recent and vigorous activities, Scully began swimming across the pool from deep end to shallow. When she came to a stop at the far end, she stretched her feet to reach the floor. Looking around she noticed she was now alone. "Mulder?" Seconds later two large hands reached out and clasped her buttocks under the water, trailed up her side and around her front, cupping her breasts. Her nipples instantly harden at the mixture of soft caresses and cool night air. "My, my, my," came a whispered pant in her ear. Mulder's fingers continued to roll and pinch, as he stood close behind Scully, his arousal pressing hard into her back. "See what you do to me?" he asked. He pressed his body tight against hers, his hands slipped down her body. His fingers trailed across her flat stomach before dipping lower to brush their way through her coarse pubic hair. A flush of wetness traveled down her swollen tunnel. As Mulder rubbed hard past her clit, he felt her thick substance through the fluidity of the water. His cock grew harder and hotter at the sensation. Bending at the knees, he allowed his swollen member to nudge at Scully's wet entrance. Without warning, he thrust forward into her at an angle causing her to yell out in pure pleasure. He sat patiently inside her, allowing her body to adjust to the angle. Mulder warned her to be quiet as her cry echoed around the pool area. At first his actions were slow and sensual, both caught up in the feelings of closeness and togetherness their lovemaking was installing in them. His hands rested on her hips and gripped tightly as he began hammering into her from behind. Small waves leapt over the edge of the pool as they continued to move together in the heat of their passion. "I'm gonna cum Scully. Come with me!" he demanded, a hand reached for her breast and squeezing in time with his thrusts. "Aaaarrrgghhh Mulder! I loooove you!" she cried, just before crashing over the edge, Mulder milliseconds behind her. "You... really... have... to stop... this," she puffed, before laughing, added, "you'll... wear me out!" Her head fell forwards resting on the marble edge of the pool, her lungs gasping for oxygen. Eventually she turned, highly satisfied, and smiled sleepily at her husband. "You're eyes look beautiful in this light," he whispered. The overhead moonlight and reflection from the pool had turned them a beautiful blue, which if you caught in the right light, would magically appear silver. She laughed and placed her arms and legs around his body, her head resting on his shoulder, her eyes closed. "We should get back inside," he mumbled. He moved to the steps of the far edge of the pool, Scully still attached to him. Thankful for once of his long arms and legs, he managed to climb out with Scully, which luckily provided some cover for both of them in case anyone happened to be watching. The evening's breeze had become slightly stronger during their time in the pool. Scully shivered as another gust of wind billowed through the courtyard. She hastily pulled on her clothes, which immediately stuck to her body. Mulder did the same. They forewent their shoes, grabbing them and running inside with bare feet. "Good evening!" the hotel receptionist smiled, a knowing look of his face. The pair ignored him and carried in upstairs to their room. Mulder took the now wet keycard from his trouser pocket and slid it into the lock. The light flickered from red to green and he pushed it open. Scully entered first, and began removing her wet clothes as she headed to the bathroom. "Don't start me off again!" Mulder teased, following right behind her. Warm water shot from the head of the shower, a fine mist developing almost instantly as the room was so cold. Together, they stepped inside the shower cubical, shutting the glass door behind them, ready to enjoy yet another moment of passion as man and wife.