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. 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.