Part 3 of 3

"What's the occasion?" Mulder asked. "Our anniversary
was last month."

"The occasion," Scully said slowly, coming up to him
and loosening his tie, "is to get you to stop
obsessing about what happened yesterday afternoon. It
didn't bother me the way it obviously bothered you
but, in all honesty, I can't say it was the greatest
sex I've ever had in my life. So I figured the way to
drive out the memories of not-so-good sex is to
replace them with more recent memories of lush,
sensual lovemaking."

Scully stretched up on tiptoe to kiss him, then took
the flowers from his hand and laid them on the counter so that she could slide her arms up around his neck and pull him closer to her. When they finally came up for air, she murmured, "I'll put the flowers in water and bring them to the table. You sit."

During dinner, when Mulder, tried to bring up the
case, Scully shook her head at him. "No. We're not
going to discuss it. It's over."

"What should we discuss then?"

"Why don't you tell me the first time you ever had a
sexual fantasy of me?"

"You mean like a real full-blown detailed one or just
a quick 'wonder what she'd be like in the sack' one?"

"Both. Quick one first."

"Well, that would have been on our first case
together."

"Mmm. When I dropped my robe in your motel room,
right?"

"Nope. When you walked into my office."

Scully spluttered and nearly choked on her wine.
"What?"

"Come on, Scully. I'm a guy. And I think I can safely
confess to being sexually attracted to you at this
point in our relationship, since we've been married
for more than two years and have a baby together."

"Yeah, but when I first walked into the office?"

"Sure. You have a great ass. I figured 'Do you believe in the existance of extra-terrestrials?' was a safer question at that point in our relationship than 'Will you go to bed with me?' so I asked that instead of popping out with what was really on my mind. So when was the first time you fantasized about me? Just a quick one, not a detailed one."

"The first time I saw you in the shirt you wear when
you run. The one with the arms ripped out."

"When was that?"

"Oregon," Scully muttered.

"Oregon? As in the state we went to on our very first
case?"

"Well, at least I waited more than five minutes!"

"Yeah, like a whole two days," Mulder replied with a
grin.

By this time, they'd finished with their salad and
entree, so Scully retrieved the lemon pie in the
refrigerator for their dessert. When Mulder dug his
fork into and lifted it toward his mouth, however,
Scully stopped him with a hand on his wrist. "No. You
feed me and I'll feed you. More romantic that way."

Mulder smiled and slid his forkful of creamy dessert
into her mouth. Scully made a small moaning sound as
she swallowed, then licked her lips. Mulder groaned
softly. 

Scully scooped up a generous forkful of pie from her
plate and put it into Mulder's mouth. They continued
like this until all the food was finished,

"Now do we get to move this party to the bedroom?"
Mulder murmured, capturing Scully's body between his
and the counter as they loaded the dishwasher, and
kissing her lightly on the neck.

"Not yet," she replied with a smile. "Next stop is the living room. We're going to dance."

"Naked?" Mulder inquired.

"Well, I hadn't thought about it, but I suppose we
could be," she replied.

They walked into the living room and Scully clicked on the CD player, which she'd already filled with Elivs love songs. She smiled at her husband as she slowly removed her clothes, then watched as he took off his. 

They stepped into each other's arms and swayed to the
music. Scully sighed with satisfaction as her breasts
rubbed against the wiry hair on his chest and his
arousal bumped against her belly. One of his hands was grasping hers, but the other — instead of remaining in a steady position at the small of her back — was gliding down from her shoulders to her bottom. 

When Mulder bent one knee and slipped it between her
thighs, however, she damn near lost control. She
stopped moving to the beat of the music and began to
rub herself against his leg.

"Why Agent Scully! I believe you're humping my leg,"
Mulder said with a grin.

"Mulder, shut up."

"You have a suggestion for something else for me to do with my mouth?"

"You could kiss me."

So he did. Long and slow and deep, letting his tongue
dart in and out of her mouth while his lips applied
just the right amount of pressure to hers.

"Any more suggestions?" he murmured huskily when the
kiss ended.

"Let's go upstairs and you can kiss me. . .other
places."

Mulder responded by swinging her up into his arms and
carrying her to their bedroom. When they landed on the bed, he began kissing a trail down her neck, through the valley between her breasts and along her stomach until he reached her nest of red curls. Then he slid his tongue into her, flicking it rapidly. Mulder continued to eat at her until she climaxed, throbbing and pulsing against his mouth.

As soon as the last of her tremors had died away,
Mulder slid her legs down to his hips and slipped into her, gliding slowly in and out. Determined to make up for his speedy performance the day before, he took his time and was able to bring her to a second orgasm just as he came.

Later, as they lay entwined together for some
afterglow cuddling, Scully asked, "Feel better now?"

"Yeah," Mulder said sleepily. "I've got to say though, from a psychological point of view, this wasn't a good idea."

"Why not?" she inquired, amused.

"Because it's positive reinforcement. If my
subconscious makes a connection between
up-against-the-wall fucking and homecooked meals
followed by naked dancing and sensual lovemaking,
we're going to be in trouble."

"I'm pretty sure that, under normal circumstances, you can control your subconscious, Fox."

"You have a lot of faith in me, Dana."

"Always," she murmured, before closing her eyes and
drifting off to sleep.