The Captain's Daughter

Chapter Four

As I walk home I try not to smile but I can't stop myself. I tell myself to act normal, preparing to be met by my dad when I come home. But it is hard not thinking about what happened last night - and this morning. I just wish Mulder and I could spend the whole day together. But circumstances would have it differently. If we are to keep this a secret we'll have to see less of each other than what we'd like.

I finally make it home, mastering a somewhat normal facial expression before I enter the unlocked front door.

I put my small handbag down by the door and walk to the kitchen where I - as expected - find my dad reading a paper while having a cup of coffee.

"Ah, there you are," he greets me with a big smile. "Missy's still in bed."

"Yeah, she had a bit too much to drink I think," I chuckle.

"What about you?" he asks concerned. "How are you feeling, sweetie?"

"I'm great, dad," I can't keep the smile off my face. "I only had a few drinks."

"I guess there's no point in lecturing you about being 20 years old and not suppose to even have drinks," he chuckles and sips from his coffee.

"Probably not," I agree, leaving my place by the door to move over to give him a quick hug. "Mulder said you called in the middle of the night."

"Yeah," he seems a bit embarrassed. "Missy said you'd just went to get your jacket so I got a bit worried. Sorry, sweetheart."

"What were you doing up at that time anyway?" I ask, chuckling.

"I couldn't sleep knowing my two girls were out painting the town red," he admits, pulling me in for another small hug, kissing my temple.

"You're silly," I let him know. "Is there more coffee?"

"Yeah, I made a whole pot."

"Great, I'll just go change my clothes," I say and move to the bedroom.

Melissa is indeed sleeping. She's still out like a light, snoring slightly, still in her dress from the night before. I shake my head and laugh silently at her, while picking out a pair of sweats and a tank top along with some sensible underwear.

Changed I join dad in the kitchen again, pouring myself cup of coffee and squirting some milk into it. Dad finds a few pens and we begin solving the crossword puzzle in the paper. Something we've often done together on Sunday mornings.

"It's really nice having you here, Starbuck," he tells me lovingly.

"It's nice being home," I agree, smiling up at him. "Even though it's a new home."

"Yeah," he laughs. "And in a week Junior will be here as well, and in two weeks your mom and Charlie too. It's been a while since we've all been together. Even though Junior will live in one of the apartments, it'll be nice."

"It will be nice," I sigh, looking forward to seeing the rest of my family as well.

"So, do you have any plans for the day?" he asks, scribbling down Cambodia as the country where the temple Angkor Wat is located in our crossword.

"Nope. Got something in mind?"

"I thought we could explore DC a bit. Visit a few museums maybe," he suggests.

"I'd like that," I tell him, happy at the prospect of his plans.

"Do you think Missy wants to come?" he wonders.

"She'd probably rather sleep all day," I grin. "But I'll go ask her. And put on some nicer clothes."

"Great, I'll just take a shower and get changed as well," he says, finishing his coffee, still clad in a pajamas.

It turns out Melissa doesn't want to join us, as expected. She just grunts no and go away at me.

When I've changed into a pair of denim shorts and a plain white t-shirt I go to the living room to wait for dad. I look at the phone by the small table next to the couch. I could give Mulder a call. It's been nearly an hour since I left his place. Just as I am about to find his number in the book with contacts by the phone, dad comes down changed and ready to go. I'll have to call him when I get back instead.


Dad and I end up having a great day out. We go to the Smithsonian, the Holocaust Memorial Museum, and lastly to the National Mall, visiting the Natural History Museum there which is really interesting. By the time we get out our stomachs are rumbling and we find a nice little diner where we have lunch. We both have a burger and fries and some apple pie for desert.

Afterwards we drive around town for a little while, talking and deciding where to go next while looking at all the interesting buildings and monuments we pass. We agree to drive out to Arlington National Cemetery. We walk around the graves, and dad tells me about some of the people buried here and there. He mentions he could even get buried here one day but that he doubts he will want to. I don't understand why he'd turn down the honor of being buried the same place as so many great men. He tells me it isn't about where you end up but how you get there. That he doesn't want a big ceremony after he's gone, just his loved ones remembering him. I don't like thinking about the day I might not have my dad anymore so I don't get further into it. Instead I ask about the history of the cemetery.

When we finally make it home to the base, it's time to start dinner. Dad volunteers to cook, most often leaving it to Missy or me. I go to the living room where Melissa is slumped down in the couch only wearing underwear and a large t-shirt, watching TV and eating a bag of chips.

"Had a good day?" she asks me, munching on her snack.

"Yeah, we did," I smile and sit down by her feet, moving them a bit to make room for me.

"Mulder called while you were out," she wiggles her eyebrows at me.

"Oh?" I try to seem nonchalant. "What did he want?"

"Just wanted to hear how we were, thanking us for a great night," she says, bringing another handful of chips into her mouth.

I realize he'd most likely tried to call me but couldn't really mention that to my sister.

"He seemed disappointed when I told him you were out with dad," she chuckles.

"Don't be silly," I chuckle back nervously.

"So nothing happened between you guys last night?" she wonders.

"No," I say defensively. "Why would you think that?"

"Well," she grins. "When I woke up I got to thinking, and… I don't remember you bringing a jacket out last night?"

"Right," I chuckle myself. "That's probably why we couldn't find it, searching his whole apartment for it before I passed out on the couch."

"Danes," she laughs. "Were you that drunk?"

I just shrug, laughing with her - glad she is buying the story I'd put together earlier in case anyone remembered the fact that there was no jacket.

"So you slept at his place?" she's wiggling her eyebrows again. "What was he wearing this morning?"

"He'd already changed into shorts and a t-shirt when I saw him," I lie. "I don't think he'd want me to see him in his underwear."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Melissa shrugs, sitting up in the couch; her legs bend under the large t-shirt.

"What do you mean?" I wonder, feeling a blush coming on.

"I don't know, he seems interested in you, I guess," I can see it's hard for her to admit.

"No, Melissa, don't say that," I frown.

"Well, he was the only one of the guys not making a pass at me last night," she shrugs. "He seemed happy to let you sit on him in the car though. And to sit next to you all night."

"Did Lewis make a pass at you?" I couldn't believe if he had.

"Alright, no, but that's different. Mulder's not shy."

"Maybe not. But Mulder and I are really just good friends. Well, we've become friends. You know, we've always gotten along great."

"Sure," she shrugs. "I still think you could totally bang him if you wanted to."

"Melissa!" I exclaim in shock.

"Think about it at least, Danes. You're single and he's really, really hot," she says getting up from the couch.

"You're incorrigible," I shake my head at her.

She leaves the living room. I look down at the phone. I quickly turn off the TV and find his number and dial it. It only rings a few times before he picks up, my heart's beating away in my chest.

"Mulder," he answers the phone.

He answered it the same way last night when dad called. Right before we had sex. I feel flustered.


"Hi," I finally say something.

"Dana," he sounds happy. "How are you?"

"I'm great," I can't keep the smile off my face. "How are you?"

"Great too," he chuckles. "I tried calling earlier but you were out."

"Yeah, Melissa told me. My dad took me sightseeing."

"That sounds fun," he sighs. "Did you have a good day then?"

"Yeah, we had a great time."

There's a small silence between us before he speaks again.

"I've been thinking about you all day," he admits. "About last night."

"I've been thinking about it a lot too," I tell him, and I can feel my body temperature rising.

"I really like to watch you come."

I can't believe he said that. I can feel my face on fire at his words. I take a look around, making sure I'm completely alone.

"You were quite good at it."

"What was I good at?"

I realize he wants me to say the words. I wonder if he's hard, and figures he must be.

"You're good at making me come," I whisper, feeling a gush of wetness at the sound of his groan in response.

"Tell me you can come over," he sounds desperate.

Before I can respond dad pops his head into the living room.

"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," he declares, then noticing I'm on my phone. "Who are you talking to?"

I put the phone down to my chest while answering him.

"Mulder," I manage to sound normal.

"Oh say hi from me," dad nods and leaves me to myself again.

"Sorry, my dad came in," I say down the phone. "We're having dinner soon."

"Oh," he seems so disappointed.

"I don't know if I can get out tonight. But maybe we could see each other tomorrow when you've finished work."

"Yes," he exclaims happily.

He proceeds to tell me where he'll be tomorrow and when he expects to be done. At last we say our goodbyes and I head into the kitchen. All through dinner I remain quiet, only smiling and answering in one-syllable words when dad or Melissa talk to me.

It feels like a lifetime before I get to see Mulder again. I'm casually walking towards the main building where he's told me he has theoretical lessons today. It's a few minutes past two, which is the time he told me they'd be finished. I walk slower, nearing the building. I don't want to be caught standing outside waiting for him, so I'm about to turn around and walk away when I see the young men starting to leave the building.

I quickly spot Mulder walking with Lewis and Evans. He's looking around before finally seeing me at the other side of the street. His face lights up and I can feel my cheeks hurt with the big smile forming on my face. If I'd had just a milligram less self control I'd run to him, planting a big kiss on his beautiful lips.

"Dana!" he waves at me, making me chuckle.

I can see his ears reddening and notice him biting his lip nervously as he realizes everyone's heard him.

I cross the street to go to him though and only Lewis and Evans stop walking, the rest of the young guys not taking notice of Mulder's outburst.

"Hi, guys," I smile at them - trying to look at all three of them but unable to move my eyes from Mulder.

For once it's not burning hot, the sky a threatening grey instead. Mulder's wearing pair of light blue jeans and a long sleeved black t-shirt along with a pair of worn out sneakers. He looks amazing. I don't know how it's possible but he does.

"Hi, Dana, how are you?" Lewis asks me sweetly.

"I'm good," I nod my head at him. "And you?"

"I think we're all a bit bored," he chuckles and the other two joins him. "Lessons were dreadful today."

"Right, you guys would probably much rather be wrestling each other in a mud pool," I tease them.

"You got that right," Lewis laughs wholeheartedly.

"So…" Mulder says, their laughs dying out.

"So?" I ask him, raising my eyebrows at him, not able to wipe the smile off my face.

He eyes the two other guys a bit carefully. I can't help but notice his strong jawline. He hasn't shaved today I notice. I remember kissing along his jaw.

"I got that book you asked me about," he says.

"What book?" I ask him, confused - still watching his jaw as it clenches.

"The one you wanted to borrow," he clarifies.

"I… oh, right, that book," I finally understand what he's on about - even though I've never asked to borrow a book from him.

"You can come over to get it now if you want to," he smiles at me.

"Yeah, sure," I chuckle.

"Great," he nods and we start walking, crossing the street, leaving Lewis and Evans behind.

"Bye, guys," I tell them over my shoulder.

"See you tomorrow," Mulder throws back at them.

"Sure," Evans snickers.

"Bye," Lewis waves at us unaware.

We walk in silence for a few minutes before we're surely out of eye and ear range.

I push him slightly while we walk, making him smile down at me.

"What?" he chuckles.

"You got a book for me?"

"Took you long enough to figure that one out," he laughs and pushes me gently.

"Sorry," I push him back.

"So…" he looks around making sure we're alone, while we keep walking towards his apartment. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Sure, I'm fine," I wonder what he means.

"You're not… sore?" he looks embarrassed to be asking me this, as he bites his lip looking down to the ground.

"Sure, a little," I tell him honestly.

He sighs in defeat. "I hurt you."

"Nonsense," I chuckle, smacking his arm.

"Well, I'm sorry," he says, stopping up and looking me deep into my eyes.

"Mulder," I sigh.

We're by his apartment now.

"Let's go inside," I tell him.

He digs out a key from his front pocket and lets us into his place. I've only been here a few times but it's already such a familiar place. The smell alone as I walk in reminds me of Mulder.

"Come on," I grab his hand and walk us over to his couch to sit down.

He follows me obligingly and sits down next to me, his hands immediately taking mine, caressing my knuckles with his thumbs. Who knew that could feel so good?

"You didn't hurt me," I tell him, remembering what I wanted to talk about.

"But you said…"

I cut him off with a gentle kiss. He closes his eyes and sighs heavily when I pull back.

"I don't know if you've noticed, Mulder, but I'm quite small and you're kind of big," I flush when he smirks. "I did feel a little pain we first started making… having sex."

God, I nearly said the L-word. I feel my cheeks burn an even brighter red.

"I noticed," he says, looking down at our hands - he's still holding my smaller ones in his.

"Then you might have noticed, the discomfort stopped after a little while."

Dear God, my face feels like it's on fire.

"Yeah," he smirks again. "But if…"

"It'd been a little while for me, Mulder," I cut him off again. "And you really are quite big."

He nods, looking proud as hell, but not meeting my eyes, still studying our hands.

"Of course I'm going to be a little sore," I tell him. "It doesn't mean it didn't feel amazing."

"It was amazing," he says shyly, finally looking up into my eyes.

"Yeah," I smile at him.

He pulls me into his lap to straddle him. I follow obligingly. We hug each other close in this intimate position. It feels great to be close to him. He has his arms around my middle and I have mine around his neck.

"I've been thinking about you all day," he admits, hugging me even tighter.

"What have you been thinking about me?" I wonder.

"To be honest…" he chuckles. "Mostly about fucking you."

My stomach flips over at his words, my whole body buzzing all of a sudden.

"Naughty Mulder," I scold him, pulling back and biting his ear lope.

"Oh, God," he groans, moving his hands down to my ass, squeezing it through my jeans. "Could you take your top off?"

"Mmh," I mumble, pulling the jumper over my head, exposing my dark blue satin bra. "Actually I wanna show you something."

"I think I've seen them already," he chuckles, taking the jumper from my hands to throw it away.

"Look," I say, sitting back on his thighs, showing him my upper body.

"I did that?" he asks, biting his lips as he caresses the bruises on my hips.

"Well, you're the only one who've had his hands there recently, so I assume," I say kissing his jaw a few times before sitting back again.

He looks thoroughly aroused, still eyeing the bruises.

"What are you thinking?" I ask him, playing with the hair at his nape.

His eyes find mine. He smirks slightly but looks embarrassed.

"I've marked you," he says. "I don't know… it just…"

"Turns you on?" I bite my lip, squirming slightly.

"Yeah," he sighs. "Does that make a males chauvinistic pig?"

"I don't think so," I say honestly. "But it is quite primal of you."

"I guess," he smiles, giving my hips a squeeze.

He leans down to kiss the tops of my breasts. It feels great. He sucks the tender flesh into his mouth, running his tongue over it.

"What are you doing?" I chuckle through a moan.

"Marking you," he says, letting go of my flesh. "Being primal."

He moves to my other breast to do the same.

"Mine," he whispers proudly when he lets go again.

"You're silly," I tell him, but in reality this turns me on as much as it does him.

He keeps this up for a good while, suckling on the flesh by my breasts and my collarbone. I stop him when he nears my neck though.

"No, Mulder," I giggle.

"Mmh," he groans and frowns.

"I'll be forced to wear a turtleneck if you mark me there," I smack him over his nose lightly. "It's summer, you know?"

"It's cold out," he shrugs and smiles mischievously, pulling me close to him again - through two pairs of jeans I can still feel his erection.

"It won't be forever," I reason with him, placing kisses on his neck.

He enjoys my ministrations, his hands roaming my back and sides. I reach down to pull his t-shirt off of him. He raises his arms willingly, letting me remove the offending garment from his perfect upper body. I let my hands roam his chest and shoulders, enjoying the way his muscles flex under my hands, while I go back to kissing his neck.

"Dana?" he asks, nearly groaning.

"Mmh?" I sort of answer, not letting go of his tender flesh.

"If I can't mark you there, you can't do it to me," he chuckles.

I hear his objections but also realize he's not putting up much of a fight.

"It's different," I mumble against his neck, moving my mouth from his clavicle to his throat very near his Adam's apple, kissing his even more sensitive skin there, suckling his skin into my mouth, and licking it over and over again.

"Mmh," he groans, leaning even further back in the couch, his arms tightening around me. "How's that?" he mumbles, I don't think he cares much about me leaving marks on his neck anymore though.

With that in mind I finish licking, biting and sucking his skin before I lift my mouth from his neck to answer him.

"Well," he's surprised I'm actually going to answer after minutes have past - I chuckle. "You can always say you have some chickadee in town."

He laughs heartily at that. "Are you my chickadee, Dana?"

"Shut up," I chuckle, leaning in to kiss him.

He kisses me back hungrily.

I can't get over how easy this all feels with Mulder. We're laughing and having fun one moment and the next we're moaning and nearly bursting with excitement. There's no rush, no doubts. Just the two of us doing whatever comes natural.

Before long he's moved us over so that he's on top of me on the couch instead. We just kiss for a long while. Teasingly, hungrily, lovingly.

Suddenly he gets up, making me whimper. He chuckles at me.

"I'll be right back," he says, running in the direction of his bedroom.

I get up to remove my jeans and shoes, feeling too warm. He comes running back into the living room, dangling a condom between two fingers and grinning.

I bite my lip and I'm about to sit back on the couch but he shakes his head at me. My heart is beating really fast, I realize.

"Take your underwear off," he orders me while removing his own jeans, sneakers and socks.

I can feel myself fluster while doing as he tells me to.

With my bra and panties on the floor he just looks at me for a little while, admiring me. I feel hot under his gaze. His eyes meet mine; they're darkened by his lust.

"Get on your knees," he says and I moan slightly. "Put your hands on the armrest."

I position myself on the couch as he's asked me to. I can feel myself soaking wet for him. I look back over my shoulder at him. He's lost his boxers and is rolling the condom onto his erect penis. I can't believe he's that hard without me even touching him.

He looks at me, the condom finally on. He quickly moves behind me on the couch: placing his knees on the outer sides of mine. He moves one hand to my sex and the other to the armrest next to mine. He penetrates me with one finger while catching my mouth with his. He groans into our kiss.

"You're already so wet," he breathes hard.

"I'm ready," I tell him before capturing his lips again.

"Mmh," he moans into the kiss, gently removing his finger.

I can soon feel the head of his penis at my entrance.

We stop kissing and I bite into my lip, closing my eyes, just waiting for him to push gently into me.

His lips move to my shoulders. He kisses me so lightly it tickles.

Suddenly he pushes hard into me in one deep thrust, groaning with his lips still on my shoulder.

I can't help the scream that escapes me which is a mixture of surprise, pain and most of all pleasure.

"You okay?" he asks, before doing anything else.

"God, yes," I moan, starting to move back against him, impatient for more.

"Mmh," he mumbles before meeting my thrusts.

God, his thrusts are hard and fast. He's fucking me, I realize. Just like he said he'd been thinking about doing all day. He's imagined doing this all day - to take me like this. What surprises me the most is how much I like it.

There's no build up - suddenly I come. My arms fail me and now my elbows are holding me up instead of my arms on the armrest of the couch. It feels like an explosion of warmth and electricity throughout my body. Sounds I've never made before are escaping my mouth. All the while Mulder is picking up his pace, groaning and breathing hard now. I can feel he's trying so hard not to come. Even through my orgasm haze I can appreciate the sentiment. I realize he now has an arm around my middle to keep me from falling face down - my knees have gone weak on me in my passionate state. His other hand is still next to my arms on the armrest and he's breathing hard into my neck, his hot breath only adding on to the sensory overload I'm experiencing.

"Fuck, Dana," he manages to say in his hazed state.

"Harder," I beg him, feeling myself impossibly close to another orgasm - it's only been seconds but it's already building inside of me. How that's possible I don't know.

Mulder is groaning constantly now, almost sounding in pain, as he is ramming into me as hard as he can - that's it, Mulder, just a little more, just a little harder and… I come again, just as I can feel Mulder giving me that last thrust, spilling his seed into the condom he's wearing.

We moan and groan and find each other's lips as we come in unison.

"Fuck," Mulder says, sounding mortified.

We've been lying on the couch, exhausted, for minutes now. I've collapsed, my head against the armrest and my naked body pressed down into the material of the couch. Mulder's head is on the armrest next to mine but his body is collapsed on top of me. He feels heavy but I love it.

"What?" I mumble, not able to open my eyes yet.

"I didn't… are you okay?" he sounds so worried.

I know I shouldn't but I can't help laughing.

"Only you, Mulder," I tell him. "Only you could give me two mind blowing orgasms and then wonder if I feel okay. Of course I'm fucking okay, Mulder. You just fucked me so good I came harder than I ever have before."

"It would seem I fucked away your propriety as well," he chuckles. "That's not very proper of you, Dana, to be using such profanity."

I can't help laughing at that.

He raises himself up slightly to dispose of the used condom only to fall back down on top of me.

"Ow," I chuckle.

"Mmh," he mumbles, putting his arms around me so we're even closer. "Just tell me if I'm too heavy."

"No, it's nice," I sigh.

We're resting our heads on the armrest. We're just smiling at each other, looking into each other's eyes. I can feel butterflies swarming around in my stomach. A giggle escapes me and I can feel my cheeks blush.

"What is it?" Mulder chuckles.

"Nothing," I smile at him. "I'm just happy, I think."

"Well, good," he says, kissing my shoulder. "I want to make you happy."

"You do."

Soon we realize it's gotten quite late. I should really be home in time for dinner so I get clothed. I clean up after us: disposing of the condom Mulder has carelessly thrown on the floor and wiping down the couch where some of our juices have ended up.

"I could have done that," he says, coming from his bedroom only wearing a pair of sweatpants and nothing else.

"It's okay, I helped make a mess, I should help clean it up," I tell him, going to the kitchen to wring up the cloth I've used on the couch.

"You really need to go home already?" he asks me, putting his arms around me as I stand by the sink.

"Yes," I sigh, turning around in his arms. "You know I need to, we can't spend too much time together if we want to keep this a secret."

"Right," he sighs. "So do I get to see you tomorrow?"

"Of course," I say and give him a sweet, gentle little kiss.

This week we've seen each other every day. Although it's only for a few hours each day it's great. It's killing us both not getting to spend more time together but when we finally are together: everything just feels right and we enjoy the time we have before I have to go home. I think we must have had sex on every surface of Mulder's apartment already. Melissa has been asking questions. She's wondering where I go for hours every day. Sometimes I say I've run into Mulder and that we've been hanging out. Other times I just day I've been out for a walk.

As Saturday June 16 arrive it's time I meet Mulder's sister and nephew. He's asked if I would be interested in babysitting his nephew Nicholas this summer and I've said yes. At first I just agreed because I thought it might be fun, and possibly a way to spend more time with Mulder. But I've realized I could actually use the money and I am glad I've accepted. But now - as I am walking towards his apartment, the clock nearly 3 pm, which is when they are due - I feel really nervous. What do I know about taking care of a little boy? Then it hits me that I am going to meet some of Mulder's family. His sister. And nephew. What if they don't like me? It isn't just about the babysitting job; this could affect my whole relationship with Mulder.

I knock on his door, my heart beating a bit fast: both at the prospect of seeing Mulder but of course also from my nerves.

"Hey," he greets me, opening the door. "Good to see you."

"Oh, right," I realize his sister must already be here - otherwise I'm quite sure he'd be wrapped around me already, kissing me passionately. "Good to see you too."

He lets me in and there they are. They're sitting by his small round dinner table with four chairs around it. One of the chairs contains a beautiful young woman with long, wavy brown hair and a nice and friendly smile. The other chair holds a little boy with short blonde hair and big green eyes. He looks a bit scared and crawls into his mother's lap.

"Nicholas," she says amused, but lets him sit with her as she kisses his cheek soothingly.

I walk over to them and sit down in the chair next to theirs.

"Hi, I'm Dana," I tell Mulder's sister, holding my hand out for her to shake.

"Samantha," she tells me smiling, shaking my hand. "Nice to meet you, Dana."

"Nice to meet you too," I tell her.

I look up at Mulder. He smiles at me and moves to sit down next to me. I look back to Samantha and her son. He looks up at me with wonder.

"Hi, Nicholas. I'm Dana," I tell him, extending my hand to him.

I realize I've just treated him like I would any adult and ponder whether I should speak to a child differently. He doesn't seem to mind though.

"Hello," he says, shaking my hand with his much smaller one.

He's such a shy little boy. I like him immediately.

"How old are you?" I ask him, even though I know from Mulder already.

"4," he says shyly.

"4? Really?" I smile a big smile at him.

He laughs and nods his head.

"How old are you?" he says cautiously.

"I'm 20 years old," I say.

"My mommy is 20 too," he says excitedly, looking up at his mother for confirmation - she gives it to him by giving him a smile and a nod.

I smile at the two of them, feeling less nervous already. I like them.

"Uncle Fox is 22," Nicholas informs me.

"Yeah, I know," I say and smile at Mulder. "He's an old man, isn't he?"

"Yes," Nicholas giggles with me.

"Hey, you two," Mulder scolds us but with humor in his voice and eyes.

Mulder goes to make us some coffee while I talk to Samantha and Nicholas. She tells me what I'll be doing if I decide to take the job. She'll be bringing Nicholas to Mulder's apartment, since she's coming to the base anyway, and I'll look after him from 9 am till 7 pm, every day of the week except Sundays, which she gets off.

She tells me which types of food he'll eat, which is basically everything, and when he goes down for his nap and so on.

I talk a little to Nicholas as well. He's such a sweet boy and I'm happy he seems to be taking a liking to me. It's so easy with kids - you can easily tell whether they like you or not, they don't lie or fake interest.

"So, Nicholas," Samantha finally says. "How would you feel about playing with Dana when mommy goes to work?"

He nods happily.

"I think you have a fan, Dana," Mulder chuckles, making Nicholas blush and hide his head in his mother's neck.

"Mulder," I say and smack him over his arm.

"Sorry," he grins at me before looking over at Nicholas. "Hey, Nico, I understand. Dana is quite amazing, isn't she?"

Nicholas nods at his uncle while it's my turn to blush. Samantha eyes the two of us suspiciously. I clear my throat and take a sip of my coffee.

"Anyway," I say. "I'd be happy to take care of Nicholas, he seems like a sweet boy."

Nicholas smiles greatly at me and Samantha strokes his hair.

"You say that now…" Mulder mumbles.

"Be good, Fox," Samantha tells him. "I'm trying to win Dana over, don't scare her away."

"Well, I don't think Dana scares that easily," he says, smirking.

"It's fine," I say - quite uncomfortable all of a sudden.

"Fox, you're scaring her," Samantha scolds him.

"You have to be good, Uncle Fox," Nicholas tells him seriously.

"That's right," I agree with Nicholas. "Be good, Mulder."

"I give up," Mulder sigh dramatically making the three of us laugh.

"Well, is it okay for you to start Monday at 9 then?" Samantha asks me.

"Yes, of course," I smile at her and Nicholas.

"Great, it's been good meeting you Dana," she says.

"Oh, yeah," I realize I should probably head off - I finish the rest of my coffee. "Well, I'll see you all Monday then."

I get up to shake their hands before leaving.

"Don't go," Mulder says, getting up as well.

I give him a look that says: Stop it right now.

"I mean, are you sure you don't want another cup of coffee or something?" he tries to make amends, his ears reddening.

"No, I'm fine," I say, shaking his hand.

"Oh, alright then."

"Nice meeting you, Samantha," I tell her shaking her hand as well.

"And nice meeting you, Nicholas. I look forward to seeing you Monday," I smile greatly at him.

"Me too," he says sweetly, shaking my hand.

I move towards the door and Mulder follows me out.

"So," he says, closing the door behind us. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," I chuckle. "But you're really not very good at hiding how you feel about me. Do you need to call me amazing in front of your sister?"

We're talking in hushed tones, making sure Samantha and Nicholas can't hear us from inside the apartment.

"Yeah, sorry," he laughs. "It just slipped, I guess. You are amazing though."

He pulls me in for a hug.

"I know," I chuckle. "You're pretty amazing too, Mulder."

"Thanks," he says and captures my lips in a kiss. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," I sigh. "You should go back inside."

"Yeah," he agrees halfheartedly. "But you liked them? Sam and Nicholas?"

"Yeah," I say honestly. "Nicholas is such a sweet kid."

"You don't even know how amazing you are, Dana. Usually he doesn't speak to other people like he did to you. I've never seen him open up to someone so quickly before."

"Well," I can feel myself blush. "That's good, that he likes me too."

"I think he has a crush," Mulder smirks.

"Don't be silly, he's 4," I giggle, kissing his neck.

"Well, I can't blame him," he says, his hands falling to my ass.

"Stop it," I giggle, swatting his hands away and leaving his embrace.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Mulder grins.

"Sure will," I confirm before leaving.

"Bill!" I exclaim as I run to him.

He drops his bag and catches me as I fly into his arms. We're out in front of the house and he's just arrived. His girlfriend Tara is smiling at us as she gets the last of their luggage out of the car.

"How have you been, little sister?" he asks me lovingly, holding my face in his hands as he looks down at me.

"I've been great," I beam up at him.

Suddenly his face becomes serious: "And are you seeing anybody?"

Bill and I have always been close. Melissa and Charlie have always been the louder kids while we were the polite and silent ones. Unfortunately our connection means he can read me better than anyone else in the world. I blush at his question but shake my head in the negative.

"Nope," I tell him, lying through my teeth.

"Baby," he sighs and hugs me tightly. "Be careful, okay?"

"Okay," I whisper.

"Save some loving for me!" Melissa hollers at us, making us break apart chuckling.

"Missy!" Bill laughs and hugs his other little sister.

"Billy-boy!" she counters.

I help Tara with the luggage and we make our way into the house.

We're laughing and joking on the way inside. Then Bill eyes our dad. He immediately drops his bags and salutes him.

"Captain Scully," he states seriously.

"Lieutenant Commander Scully," dad replies equally serious.

Then they both break into a big laugh and dad pulls his eldest son into his arms.

"It's good to see you, son!" he tells him.

"Good to see you, dad!" he smiles greatly at him, his father still his biggest hero. "You remember Tara."

"Of course," dad redirects his attention to Tara coming in behind us. "Hello, Tara, how have you been?"

"Hello, Captain Scully," she shakes his hand. "Actually I just got a promotion at my work, so I'm doing really well."

We all congratulate her and move into the kitchen where we sit down around the table, swapping stories and having a laugh.

Soon we have to get dinner ready. Melissa and I have promised to do all the prep work for the big barbeque we're having later. Beer and white wine are chilling and soon the salads are ready and the meat's been marinated.

Dad's invited all his men and most of them are coming. Before we know it the house and garden is overrun by about twenty navy men.

"Hey, beautiful," I hear a familiar voice behind me.

I turn around and can't help but smile when I see my Mulder.

"Hi, handsome," I flirt with him. "Fancy seeing you here."

"Are you aware we didn't have sex all of yesterday?" he asks me seriously.

"I'm well aware," I bite my lip, letting him know I miss him as much as he misses me.

"I'm horny as fuck," he whispers, picking up the strop of my top, which had apparently fallen off my shoulder.

We're standing in the hallway between the kitchen and the living room, we can't do anything but talk… but we both want so much more.

"Well…" I'm about to suggest going somewhere private when someone comes out from the kitchen.

"Hey there," Bill says. "Mulder was it?"

"Yup," Mulder smiles polite and shakes Bill's hand - they've met a few times before at the social Scully events. "And you're Bill Scully."

"That I am," he chuckles.

Suddenly there's an awkward silence between the three of us. I look down to the floor, suddenly finding my bare feet quite interesting.

"I'm going to go grab a beer," Mulder finally says. "Want anything?"

"Sure, a beer's fine," I nod.

Mulder moves to the kitchen leaving me with Bill.

"What an awkward guy," he snickers, shaking his head.

"Mulder's a good guy," I can't help but defend him.

"Oh, you know him well?" suddenly Bill's focus seems to be directed at reading every single expression on my face.

"I know him a little, we've hung out a few times," I shrug.

Suddenly dad comes out from the living room. Great timing.

"Hey kids, what are you talking about?" he puts a hand on each of our shoulders.

"I was just asking about that Mulder guy," Bill says and I hate the way he says his name.

"Fox is a great kid," dad smiles - I've never heard him call him Fox before but I like it. "Dana and him have become quite good friends."

"Friends, huh?" Bill considers the notion.

Mulder finally joins us again, giving me a beer and taking a sip of his own.

"Let's go outside, guys," I say and we all move out to the garden where the majority of the party's at.

Tara, who wants him to come sit with her, drags off Bill and dad goes to get the barbeque started. Mulder and I retreat to a bench in the shade, enjoying our ice-cold beers.

"If I could I'd put my arm around you," he tells me.

He's not looking at me when he says this. He's looking at the people in the garden, having conversations and laughing, drinking their beer and wine.

"I'd lean into you and put my head on your shoulder," I play along, the words actually making the distance between us seem smaller.

"I'd kiss you in the hair and pull you into my lap, hugging you close to me."

"This is so hard, Mulder," I sigh, wishing we could be alone.

"I'm hard," he admits.

I glance towards his crotch quickly and notice the bulge in his khaki shorts. I can feel my cheeks fluster from being turned on. I locate my family quickly. Melissa is talking to Johansson, flirting shamelessly by the looks of it. Bill's at one of the tables, engrossed in conversation with some of his friends and Tara. Dad's by the barbeque, a beer in his hand and a few of the older men of the party around him.

"I'm going upstairs, follow me in a few minutes," I say.

The look of surprise and joy on his face is priceless but before he can utter a work, I've moved inside.

I quickly climb the stairs, looking at the four doors greeting me: my parents' bedroom, the boys' bedroom - which is just Charlie's bedroom now, my dad's study and a bathroom.

Both bedrooms are overlooking the garden so that's a quick no. The study could work but the bathroom door has a lock - I quickly decide on the bathroom.

Just as I turn around to be able to see when Mulder joins me upstairs, he climbs the last step and walks straight towards me, picking me up as if I weighed nothing and planting a passionate kiss on my lips. I can't help but moan into the kiss, as I put my legs around him. He has me up against the wall in a second, thrusting against me.

"Fuck," I break off our kiss.

"Mmh?" he can't even form words.

"That door," I point and he guides us into the bathroom in no time.

I lock the door before he has me up against it. I'm still hoisted on his hips and in a matter of minutes we're both naked, making love up against the door.

It doesn't take me long to climax and Mulder follows soon after. As he empties into the condom he conveniently had in his pocket he collapses onto the floor with me on top of him.

"Damn, that was good," he sighs. "I've missed you."

"Mmh, I've missed you too," I chuckle, kissing and biting his neck lovingly.

"I don't know if I'd survived if I had to wait much longer to be inside of you," he says seriously.

"I know what you mean," I sigh. "I wish we could stay here longer."

"I wish we could just go back to my place and stay there for as long as we wanted to."

"That would be nice," I agree and place a gentle kiss on him.

Before long we get up and get dressed.


"Yeah?" I turn around and look at his mischievous smile.

"Where do we put this?" he asks me, standing with the used condom in his hand.

"How about the trash?" I laugh.

"Someone could see it," he chuckles.

"I doubt it," I giggle. "I'll empty it tonight just to be sure."

"Alright," he's still smiling as he puts it in the trashcan by the toilet.

"Ready to get back to the party?" I ask him, putting my arms around his neck.

"Nope," he chuckles. "But let's get to it."

We kiss one last time before I go downstairs. He waits a few minutes before going down after me. We keep a little distance the rest of the evening. Talking only for a few minutes here and there, and settling for sending each other a smile and a wink once in a while.

Too soon the party is coming to an end. Mulder is one of the last to leave.

"Thanks for a great evening, Captain Scully," he says shaking dad's hand as he's about to leave.

"It was good to see you, Fox," dad gets up from the bench and gives Mulder a pat on his shoulder as they shake hands - I love the proud expression on Mulder's face at the gesture and wish he'd get to have that with a father of his own.

Mulder says goodbye to the rest of the party before finally addressing me.

"And I'll see you tomorrow, Dana. Thanks for enjoyable company," he bites his lip not to chuckle and I notice the gleam in his eyes.

"You're hanging out tomorrow?" Bill asks us, stopping all conversation.

"Yeah, I'm babysitting his nephew for the summer," I tell him.

"Oh," Bill seems a bit embarrassed on his own behalf. "That's nice."

Mulder and I exchange a smirk before he finally leaves.

When Melissa and I go to bed a bit later we talk about how great an evening it's been. As she falls asleep I lie and wonder. The more time I spend with Mulder, the more I want to spend with him. I'm feeling things I've never felt before. There's no denying our physical attraction to each other. We literally can't keep our hands to ourselves when we're together. And even though basically all we do is have sex, we seem to get closer to each other every time. I've certainly never felt like this before. When we talk, we know just what to say to each other. I always find him interesting and funny. Of course he can annoy me too but only to a degree that makes me want to shout at him before I jump his bones. He can really frustrate me too. When I tell him about some new science I've heard of, he comes up with absurd theories of aliens and mutations that no science I know of can explain. But he makes me think, keeps me on my toes. He challenges me. And as much as I hate it, I love it even more. As frustrated as I get at him, it makes me love him… I love him.

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