Title:  Beginnings
Author:  Tess
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Spoilers:  Nope
Rating:  NC-17
Content/Classification:  MSR
Disclaimer:  CC, Fox and 1013 own them.  Quite 
obviously, I don't.
Summary:  Mulder makes a sudden decision


Beginnings (1/1)
By:  Tess

The airport was teeming with people.  Frantic 
families, FBI agents, the D.C. police, the press, 
medical personnel.  The building was buzzing with 
the hushed conversations of the various law 
enforcement officials, the fear-laden voices of 
the families and the solemn tones of the 
television news reporters filming their intros.  

"We're standing here at Dulles International 
Airport anxiously awaiting the arrival of 
National Airways Flight 1013.  As you know we 
have been following this story for over two days 
now as international terrorists highjacked Flight 
1013 shortly after takeoff from Los Angeles.  The 
highjackers had only allowed the plane to land 
for refueling before forcing its pilots to once 
again take to the skies.  We still do not know 
exactly what took place on Flight 1013 for the 
last two days but we do know that a number of 
passengers have been injured.  We don't know how 
seriously.  And we also know that early this 
morning several passengers, working together, 
were able to subdue their captors and return 
control of the plane to the pilots.  Flight 1013 
is expected to land here at Dulles at any minute.  
Until then, we're going to go back to the 
studio..."

Mulder paced back and forth before the large 
windows overlooking the runways.  He placed a 
reassuring hand on Margaret Scully's shoulder as 
she sat nervously twisting a handkerchief in her 
hands.  Mulder spun about to begin his umpteenth 
circuit when he nearly crashed into the broad 
chest of his A.D.  Skinner put out one hand and 
braced it against Mulder's chest.

"You are making me more nervous than I already 
am, Agent Mulder.  Please try to stand still."

Mulder started to push past the older man when he 
heard a sudden shout.

"There it is!"

People tried to rush to the windows and the 
police struggled to hold them back.  A law 
enforcement official made an announcement over a 
loudspeaker.

"Please remain calm and step back or we will be 
forced to clear this area.  I don't care if you 
are a member of the press or a family member.  I 
want everyone to move back and remain calm."

A sudden hush fell over the room as Flight 1013's 
landing gear touched down on D.C. soil.  The 
massive jet raced down the runway, its brakes 
screaming.  Finally is slowed and shuddered to a 
halt.  The pilot guided it to the terminal and 
the ground crew raced out to connect the jetway 
to the plane.  Several members of the FBI and 
police escorted the medical personnel through the 
jetway and onto the plane.

The remaining police and a number of FBI agents 
formed two lines on either side of the doorway 
and long moments later the first of the 
passengers began to stream through.  The injured 
passengers were being carried off the plane on 
stretchers by the medical personnel and were 
being rushed to waiting ambulances.

At last, the remaining passengers began to make 
their way off the plane.  Their faces were a 
mixture of relief, shock, fear, exhaustion and 
happiness.  People cried out joyously as they 
were reunited with family members.  The reporters 
were overwhelmed and didn't know where to point 
their cameras first.  The airport was awash in 
raw emotion as people sobbed and collapsed onto 
the floor and into each other's arms.

Mulder, Margaret Scully and Skinner trained 
anxious eyes on the doorway, hoping that the next 
person they would see de-boarding the plane would 
be Scully.  Finally the last of the passengers 
had come through the door and the flight crew was 
following them.  Several members of the crew were 
speaking quietly to the Special Agent in Charge.  
Mulder heard one of them murmur that the dead 
were still on the plane and he turned to meet 
Mrs. Scully's terror stricken eyes with his own.  
He began to push his way toward the door leading 
to the jetway when he saw her.

She looked exhausted… haggard.  Her face was 
completely devoid of color.  Even the normally 
brilliant blue of her eyes had been dulled to an 
almost gray.  Her clothing was splattered with 
blood and her steps were leaden.  She was 
standing on her toes, trying to see over the mass 
of people milling about.  She never looked more 
beautiful to him.

"Dana!"  She whirled about at the sound of her 
mother's voice and within seconds was engulfed in 
a maternal embrace.  She drew her mother close 
and the two women whispered for long moments.  
Margaret Scully was reluctant to let go of her 
daughter.  Finally, she released her and began to 
rummage through her purse for her now misplaced 
handkerchief.  

A.D. Skinner stepped forward and squeezed 
Scully's hand.  "It's good to have you back, 
Agent," he mumbled.  Scully smiled softly.  
"Thank you, sir."

Finally she lifted her gaze to the tall man 
standing before her.  He seemed frozen in place, 
his eyes fierce.  She offered a weary, tremulous 
smile and whispered his name.

"Mulder."

The sound of her voice softly calling him helped 
him shake free of the trance he had fallen into 
when she had stepped into his line of vision.  He 
moved quickly, cupping her face, threading his 
fingers into her hair.  He pushed her back 
against the pillar that was standing about two 
feet behind her.  Holding her face captive 
between his palms and using his body to trap her 
against the pillar he lowered his head and 
captured her mouth in a devouring kiss.  

Scully was momentarily stunned and she stiffened 
at his seeming assault.  She pushed against his 
chest for a brief second or two before moaning 
and sinking into the kiss.  He gave her no 
opportunity to respond.  He was feral; staking 
his claim, taking from her what he wanted.  What 
he needed.  Her lungs were burning, screaming for 
air and she tore her mouth free.

"Mul---" she gasped and then he was on her again.  
He was fierce, brutal, his mouth plundering hers, 
feeding on hers.  He thrust his tongue into her 
mouth and she groaned, straining on her toes to 
better reach him.  Mulder lifted her slightly and 
used his body weight to hold her in place.

The pressure of his mouth eased slightly as he 
became aware that he was really holding her in 
his arms.  He gave no thought to the crowded 
terminal; no consideration to the press or to his 
superiors and fellow agents.  All he knew was 
that she was in his arms, returning his kisses.  
That she was alive. That she was here with him.  
That he had yet another reason to be grateful to 
a God he was slowly beginning to believe in 
again.

Long moments later he released her mouth, but 
kept his head lowered to hers.  She had long 
since wrapped her arms around him and now they 
whispered to one another… oblivious to the people 
milling around them.

Mulder drew a deep breath and seemed to come to a 
sudden decision.  He stepped back, freeing her 
and shackled her wrist with one strong hand.  He 
tugged her behind him as he began to stride 
toward the exit.  Scully stumbled after him, 
calling his name.

"Mulder!"

He stopped and turned to face her.

"Where are we going?"

"To get married," he replied simply and once 
again began to tug her toward the exit.

"What?" she shrieked.  She turned to her mother 
who was gaping at them and then back to her 
partner.

He yanked on her arm and she collided with his 
hard chest.  Still manacling her wrist with his 
hand, he bent her arm gently behind her back, 
forcing her to arch against him.

"We are going to get married," he repeated.

"Mulder have you lost your mind?"

"Slowly yes, over the last two days.  But when I 
saw you standing there - when I finally held you 
in my arms, everything became perfectly clear.  I 
don't want to wait anymore.  I could have lost 
you.  Again.  I say we stop waiting for someday 
and make it a reality."

"B.. But.  We can't just... you're not making... 
Mom, please."

She turned again to her mother for help but the 
older woman seemed tearfully pleased and somewhat 
amused by this turn of events.

Mulder spoke again.  "Scully, don't tell me you 
never think about it.  Us.  Getting married.  
Being together.  Raising a family.  Nice house in 
the 'burbs with a white picket fence..."

"Well... well, yeah, of course, but..."

"No more buts.  I can't promise you the house in 
the 'burbs or the white picket fence right now.  
But I want to marry you.  Now.  As soon as 
possible."

He stared at her intently.  "Say yes.  Say it! 
Yes.  Damnit, Scully."

"Yes."

He shuddered, dropped a hard kiss on her lips and 
began to tug her toward the door again.

Scully dug her heels in to halt his forward 
momentum.

He turned back questioningly.

She shook her head no.

"You just said yes, Scully."  

"Yes.  I'll marry you.  Soon.  But not today."

He crowded his body against hers again.

"And don't try to intimidate me either.  I want 
to marry you, but I want to do it right."

He groaned.  "Oh no, not some big wedding.  
Scully, that'll take forever to plan."

"No, not a big wedding.  But I want a priest.  
Mulder, I want to be married in church.  With my 
mom there.  With your mother, if she'll come.    
I want it to mean something.  I want it to be 
something we can remember, not some hazy rushed 
ceremony in front of a judge who doesn't know 
either of us."  She looked at him pleadingly.  
"Please?"

"When?"

"I'll talk to Father McCue tomorrow."

"Soon."

"I'll see if I can arrange things for this 
Friday."

Mulder sighed, nodded and then kissed her again 
to seal the bargain.

"Friday," he repeated.

"Friday," she sighed and leaned wearily against 
him.

"Come on." He reached out one hand to Mrs. Scully 
and wrapped his arm securely around her daughter.  
"Let's go home."

A.D. Skinner cleared his throat gently.  "I'm 
sorry Agent Mulder, but we need to ask Scully a 
few questions about what happened up there."

"Can't it wait?" Mulder demanded impatiently.

The A.D. pursed his lips and shook his head 
slowly.  "It won't take long."

Scully pushed her hair out of her eyes and 
straightened her spine.  "It's alright, Mulder.  
Let's just get it over with."

"Thank you Agent Scully."  Skinner smiled gently 
at her.  "We'll try to be quick.  Agent Mulder 
and your mother can accompany you if you like."

Scully turned questioning eyes toward her mother.  
Margaret Scully stroked one hand gently down her 
daughter's cheek.  "Come on, it'll be over before 
you know it."

*********************

Several hours later Mulder parked in front of 
Scully's apartment building.  They had dropped 
off her mother earlier.   Mulder had assured the 
older woman that he would take good care of her 
daughter.

Mulder grabbed his overnight bag from the trunk 
and walked around the car to help a weary Scully 
to her feet.  He kept one arm wrapped tightly 
around her waist as he used his keys to open the 
door.

Several minutes later Scully was dropping her 
blood-splattered clothing onto the carpet of her 
bedroom.

"Do you want me to run a bath for you?" Mulder 
inquired.

"No, I just want to take a quick, hot shower and 
then jump into bed and sleep."

He smiled.  "Go ahead.  I'll make some tea for 
you.  It'll be ready when you're done."

Scully felt almost alive once she had showered 
and washed her hair.  She slipped into a silk 
pajama top with matching boxer shorts and was 
combing out the tangles in her hair when Mulder 
walked into the room carrying a steaming cup of 
tea and some shortbread cookies.

Scully settled herself in the bed and accepted 
the hot mug from him.  It wasn't long before she 
was blinking sleepily.

"Hey, why don't you get some sleep?"  Mulder took 
the empty mug from her and helped her slide 
beneath the covers.  Picking up the mug and plate 
of cookies he began to leave the room.

"Mulder?"

He turned back toward her.

"Stay with me?  Please?"

He smiled, slipped out of his jeans and t-shirt 
and slid into bed next to her, drawing her close, 
whispering quietly to her until she fell asleep.


*******************

It turned out that Father McCue had been friends 
with the Archbishop during their seminary days.  
He explained to his friend that he had known Dana 
Scully for a great many years and that he had 
been witness to the love and devotion she shared 
with her partner, Fox Mulder.  He assured the 
Archbishop that he felt this was a union that had 
weathered many a storm and which would survive 
any test of time.  His friend agreed to waive the 
customary waiting period and the posting of the 
banns and so Friday night, Mulder and Scully were 
married.

It was a quiet ceremony.  The bride wore an ankle 
length, sleeveless empire waisted sheath.  The 
square-necked bodice was encrusted with tiny seed 
pearls.  She wore her hair in its traditional bob 
and carried a spray of wildflowers tied with a 
blue ribbon the exact shade of her eyes.  The 
groom wore a navy blue Armani suit with a snowy 
white shirt and a tie in subdued shades of blue 
and moss green.

Their mothers were both in attendance along with 
their boss and three of their friends.

Scully had told Mulder that she didn't want an 
engagement ring.  "I'm afraid that it will get 
caught on something when we're working."  Instead 
they chose a beautiful gold ring with channel set 
diamonds.  Mulder's ring was a plain gold band.

After the ceremony the small group went out to 
dinner and then the newlyweds went to their 
apartment.  They had taken the week off between 
the highjacking and the wedding and so would only 
be able to honeymoon for the weekend.  They had 
decided to live in Scully's apartment for the 
time being and much of the week was spent making 
arrangements to sublet Mulder's apartment and 
move his things into Scully's.  They stocked the 
apartment with their favorite foods and planned 
to spend the weekend holed up in their apartment 
making love, eating, sleeping and making love.

Although they had spent every night together, 
they had also agreed not to make love during the 
week of their brief engagement.  They had waited 
so long to be together that a few more nights 
didn't matter.

Now Mulder laid his bride down in the center of 
the bed.  Margaret Scully had made arrangements 
to have the apartment ready for the newlyweds 
while they were at dinner.  The bedroom was 
filled with the heady scent of the multiple 
bouquets of flowers scattered about the room.  
Candles were on every available surface waiting 
to be lit.  The bed had been made up with a 
beautiful champagne colored silk duvet with 
matching sheets and pillowcases.  The covers had 
been drawn back invitingly and a single pale pink 
rose lay in the center of one pillow.

Mulder covered his bride's lips with his own and 
stretched his body out next to hers.  They kissed 
endlessly, drinking from one another's mouths.  
Sipping.  Nipping.  Mulder lifted his head and 
Scully panted softly before drawing him back down 
for another kiss.  She teased his lips with her 
tongue and he captured it and sucked it into his 
mouth.  

Mulder skimmed one hand down her arm and then 
along one hip.  He traced the seam of the side 
zipper that he found there.  Grasping the tab of 
the zipper between his thumb and forefinger, he 
began to toy with it.  Releasing her lips he 
stared into her eyes.  She smiled and moved her 
arm over her head, inviting him to unzip her 
dress.

Mulder drew the zipper down its track slowly, 
carefully.  Scully eased first one shoulder and 
then the other out of the straps.  Mulder brushed 
his hands across her shoulders and down her arms, 
drawing the straps over her hands.    He tugged 
the dress gently down to her waist and then over 
her hips and down her legs.  He laid the dress 
carefully across the bedside chair and then 
turned back to her.  Scully lay before him 
wearing a white lace demi bra and matching 
panties.  Mulder shuddered with desire and 
skimmed his hand over the taut skin of her belly.

"I think you have too many clothes on, Mulder," 
she whispered.

He smiled and shrugged off his suit jacked.  
Scully reached out with eager hands to help 
divest him of his clothes.  Soon his shirt was 
floating to the floor.  Scully began to fumble 
with the fastening of his pants.  She popped open 
the button and her knuckles brushed the hardness 
of his erection as she eased the zipper down.

Mulder grabbed her hand and drew it over her 
head.  Keeping it in place with one of his own, 
he flicked open the front fastener of her bra 
with the other.  He brushed aside the cups and 
smiled as her breasts were freed from their lacy 
confines.  He lowered his head and blew softly, 
hotly across one nipple.  His smile widened as 
her nipple puckered and hardened.  He opened his 
mouth and scraped the raspy surface of his tongue 
over the tip of her breast.  Scully arched her 
back and Mulder accepted her unspoken invitation.  
He drew her breast into his mouth and began 
suckling in earnest.  He laved and nibbled; bit 
lightly and kissed soothingly.  His mouth 
wandered to her other breast and he treated it to 
the same lavish attention as he had the first.  
He slid his hand over her stomach and slipped his 
fingers beneath the waistband of her panties.  He 
tangled his fingers in her damp curls and 
extended his forefinger to press against the 
bundle of nerves hidden there.  Scully bucked her 
hips against his hand and cried out.

Mulder tore the panties from her hips in one 
harsh move and then without warning, buried his 
head between her legs.

"Mulder!" she cried and squirmed trying to get 
away, trying to get closer.

Mulder clamped both hands on her hips to hold her 
still for his onslaught.  Lips, tongue, teeth -- 
he explored her thoroughly.  She was clutching 
his shoulders, crying, begging him to never stop.  
She trembled and he felt the muscles in her legs, 
stomach and ass tighten as she neared her 
release.

Mulder frantically kicked off the rest of his 
clothes, his mouth continuing his tender assault.  
Scully arched her body off the mattress as a 
great wave of tension built and built inside of 
her and then suddenly the wave broke over her and 
she shuddered and trembled and cried out with the 
force of her release.

Mulder slid up her quivering body and pushed the 
sweaty hair off her flushed cheeks.  He pressed 
himself the first couple of inches inside of her.  
Dropping a quick kiss on her swollen lips, he 
withdrew slightly and then thrust again until he 
was buried within her.  He groaned as hundreds of 
tiny contractions continued to ripple through 
her, milking him, grasping his flesh.  Mulder 
opened his eyes.  Scully was lying beneath him, 
eyes closed, taking deep breaths as her body 
adjusted to the invasion of his.  She stroked one 
hand down her belly and then brushed her fingers 
over the place where they were joined.  Mulder 
moaned and reached over her head to grab onto the 
spindles of the headboard.  When he felt her body 
relax slightly beneath his, he clutched the 
spindles tightly for leverage and drove himself 
deep within her.

Mulder set up a steady pace and Scully dug her 
heels into the bed, meeting each of his thrusts.  
Their pace quickened and soon her breathing was 
once again growing ragged.  Her muscles were 
screaming, her legs were shaking as she once 
again neared the edge.  Mulder ground himself 
against her once, twice, three times and then she 
was crying out, clutching him close to her as she 
came again.  Mulder continued to thrust, his 
movements choppy and uncoordinated.  Grasping the 
headboard, he lunged forward one last time and 
exploded.

He collapsed onto her, panting and trembling.  
Scully wrapped her arms protectively around him 
and urged his head to rest against her breasts.  
Soon their breathing quieted, their muscles 
relaxed and they lay bonelessly against one 
another.

Mulder rolled onto his back, drawing Scully along 
with him.  She crooked one leg across his thighs 
and rested her cheek against his chest, listening 
to his heart beating steadily beneath her ear.

Mulder snuggled her closer and stroked his hand 
up and down her spine.  Scully yawned and 
stretched and curled up in her husband's arms.  
"I love you, Mulder," she whispered drowsily.

"Mmm, love you too baby," was his sleepy 
response.

She smiled and slid into sleep's waiting arms.

The End.

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