TITLE:   BACK TO EDEN
AUTHOR:  ROSARIA PASSANISI
E-MAIL:  rosie@ix.netcom.com

O.K. everyone, here's the sequel to "X-otica"... I've hesitated
posting this for weeks now mainly because of the recent backlash
against NC-17 stories. In the end, and with a little encouragement,
("Just post the damn thing already, Rosie!"), I realized that there
might be a few people who might enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed
writing it, so this is for all of you. As for the rest... well, you
can't please everybody...

Once again...

*WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!*

This story contains absolutely no violence or angst against the
characters; just plenty of gratuitous sex between them...! And
remember... this is the CREATIVE group... Mulder and Scully are
probably doing things that aren't completely in character... so if
you're going to continue reading, leave your skepticism at the door,
sit back and enjoy the ride!

Definitely rated NC-17!!! (Flames are non-negotiable on this point.
Don't say that I didn't warn you!)

All characters copyright of Ten Thirteen Productions and Chris
Carter... No infringement is intended... blah, blah, blah... and
justice for all...

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"Welcome back to the Garden of Eden, Mr. and Mrs. Mulder." Dana smiled
as she took the room key from the beaming clerk. She walked past
Mulder, enjoying the look of confusion on his face. He hurried to
catch up to her.

"So what are we doing here, Scully?"

"Consider it an early birthday present, Mulder."

"All your fantasies fulfilled." He murmured, quoting the gaudy
brochure. "Much better than a tie." A gleam sparked in his eyes as
he looked at her.

"Mmm... something like that." She said with a tiny smile. "Funny you
should mention ties..."

**********

"Home, sweet home." Scully said as they entered the room. It was the
same room they had been given on their last visit. Everything in it
was designed specifically to titilate the senses... to provide for the
complete pleasure of its occupants.

"Sweet..." Mulder replied, looking not at the room, but directly at
Scully.

"Ahhh... maybe we should start unpacking..." Blushing slightly, she
turned from his penetrating gaze and walked over to the dresser.

Mulder came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzled
the back of her neck. "Dana, we don't have to do anything you don't
want to... not that I don't appreciate the thought..."

Hearing the smile in his voice, she covered his arms with hers and
squeezed, then turned, still in the circle on his arms, until she was

facing him. She reached up and lightly ran her fingers down the side
of his face. "But I want to..."

She watched his eyes darken as he looked down at her. His arms
tightened around her, holding her close. Burying her face in the curve
of his shoulder, she hugged him back.

They stood like that for several minutes until Mulder eased back from
her slightly and with the tip of his finger under her chin, he raised
her eyes to his. "Without a doubt this is going to be the best birthday
present I've ever gotten."

Dana's brow raised, and she fought a grin. "Better than a toolbelt?"

"Oh yah." His lips suddenly twitched. "Much." His eyes twinkling, he
said, "Now about those ties. Just what did you have in mind?"

"Well... I found those handcuffs in your desk, and I just thought it
might be nice to surprise you by fulfilling one of your secret
fantasies..." She took a deep breath before she continued. "One which

I happen to share... with those ties." Shyly, but with a mischievous
look in her eyes, she said, "There are much better uses for them than
just around your neck, don't you think?"

She looked up at him through her lashes, taking in his stunned
expression, and couldn't help but smile. Her statement had completely
floored him. It was so out of character, so unlike the cooly efficient
woman that she was. To everyone else, she was the serious, predictibly
competent Agent Scully who wouldn't dream of such things. But this was
Eden; where all of your fantasies came true...

Mulder recovered quickly and looked at her with an anticipatory glint
in his eyes. His fingers touched her cheek in a leisurely caress. "No
holds barred, Dana... Is that what you want?"

"Yes," she purred. Then more firmly she said, "You're mine for the
weekend, to do with as I please."

"I'm yours for as long as you want me."

Dana felt infinitely warmed by his words and the quiet sincerity of his
voice, calmly reassuring her that she'd done the right thing in
bringing them back to paradise...

**********

After having a late lunch , Mulder and Scully came back to their room
to unpack. The tropical climate was quite humid, and Mulder quickly
stripped off his shirt and shoes before changing into the tackiest
bermuda shorts that Scully had ever seen. Unpacking his things in
record time, he carelessly threw them in two of the drawers and then
rolled onto the bed with a contented sigh. He lay back against the
pillows, folding his arms behind his head and shutting his eyes.
"That's the way to unpack, Scully. Wake me when you're finished."

She smiled as she looked down at him. "So that's why your clothes
usually have that rumpled, slept-in look. And here I thought you were
making a fashion statement."

Opening one eye, he caught the broad smile on her face. "Of course,"
she continued, "There's no halfway with you. You're either rumpled or
you look like a poster boy for GQ."

She heard his snort of laughter as she turned to hang up a dress.
"Dana, I never do anything halfway."

She glanced over her shoulder to see that his eyes had closed again,
but there was a slightly cocky grin hovering on his face. "We'll
see," she said under her breath, a small smile playing at her lips.

She continued to move about the room, putting her clothes away, humming
softly to herself. Fox watched her relaxed and unhurried movements
through half-closed eyes. Dana carried herself with an unconscious
grace and regalness of bearing that in and of itself was extremely
seductive. The fact that she was completely unaware of it made it all
the more provocative. God, she was beautiful. He could feel himself
reacting to her... that in itself was nothing new, but this time he
allowed himself the freedom to enjoy the sensation. It wasn't just a
physical reaction... his whole being reacted to her presence. She
didn't have to do anything... all she had to do was just be.

At that moment, if Dana Scully had looked over to where he lay, she
would've seen the intense love he felt for her clearly written in his
eyes. But she did not. She was busy refolding a sweater and placing
it neatly in an open drawer.

A small, contented sigh escaped from his lips. He felt utterly at
peace. A cool, gentle breeze drifting through the french doors, coupled

with the tranquility he felt at just being there with Scully, began to
relax him. He continued to watch her until his eyelids grew heavy and
he drifted off to sleep.

Some time later Mulder awoke to find Scully leaning over him. "I'm
finished...", she whispered seductively, " Do you want to play?"

He started to wrap his arms around her and found that he couldn't move
them. Twisting his head, he saw that his wrists were gently, but
securely handcuffed to the bed frame above him.

"They're the same cuffs I found in the bottom of your desk.. next to
all those video tapes," she said, her eyes twinkling.

He tugged lightly on the fur-lined handcuffs. "What I want to know is
how you managed to get these through airport security. They're not
exactly standard FBI issue."

"I put them in an evidence bag. If pressed, I was going to tell them
that my partner had very sensitive skin," she replied, trying to keep
a straight face.

Mulder choked and decided a change of subject was in order. "Did you
happen to watch any of the videos?"

"No, but some of the titles did catch my eye." She blushed as she
began reciting the titles. "Bound for Glory, Silken Ties, Women in
Cuffs..."

"Okay, okay," a slight flush stained his cheeks as he looked up at
her, "so I keep a few of my favorites at the office. Helps me relax.
You should try it some time." A devilish look came into his eyes, "Or
do you know of some better way to relax at the office?"

"I've always thought along the lines of a nice back rub..."

He laughed. She smiled.

"Ohhh... you're a wild woman," he teased, his amused eyes steady on
her face.

Her lips started to quirk into a smile, but the smile was lost in a
sudden attack of doubt. Fox sensed her sudden nervousness and
uncertainty. "It's our game, Dana," he reassured her. "We'll play it
by our rules and at our pace."

"I... I want you," she said honestly.

"Not half as much as I want you," he whispered. "Come here," he said,
"you're too far away."

Kneeling on the bed beside him, she leaned over to rest the upper part
of her body on his chest. Reaching up, she placed two fingers against
his lips. "I like being here with you, Fox Mulder. I like touching
you."

His teeth bit gently at her fingers. "Then be with me. Touch me." In
invitation, he took her fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking.
He watched as the action caused her eyes to darken and her breath to
quicken. "Touch me all you want," he whispered.

All she wanted. She wasn't certain that she could ever touch him that
much. But she certainly wanted to try.

She stared down at him intently as his head lolled back in total
submission, allowing her to set the pace. She had taken a chance
bringing them here to Eden, sharing her fantasies with him... but he
was the one man that she trusted completely, and she knew he would
never hurt her. With him she felt warm and safe... and she loved him
more than she thought it possible to love anyone. She loved him, and
suddenly she wanted him to know just how much she wanted him.

Still leaning on his chest, she began to lovingly trace his features
with her fingertips. Fox could feel his breath catch in his throat.
When she ran her thumb over his lower lip, he jerked at the rush of
pure desire that coursed through his body.

Continuing her lazy investigation, Dana trailed her fingers down his
throat; feeling his Adam's apple slide up and down as he swallowed;
and onto his chest, drawing little circles as she went. She rested her
hand flat in the center, feeling his heart beating strongly under her
palm.

His skin was warm and clean,and she wanted to touch more, and still
more of him. Lowering her head, she brought her lips to his throat, to
nip and suck the firm flesh. His growl of pleasure vibrated through
her lips. She slid her hands up his arms, pressing her body tightly
against his, before raising her head. Fox couldn't take his gaze away
from her mouth as she moved her face closer to his. He lifted his head
to meet her kiss, their tongues tentatively reaching out, then
tangling. Passion ignited between them and they kissed hungrily until
both were trembling.

Dana broke off the kiss, and moving away from him, eased off the side
of the bed. Never taking her eyes from his, she slowly unzipped her
dress and let it slip to the floor. Fox's breath grew more and more
shallow as she removed her bra and panties in the same slow, seductive
style. Finally, she stood naked and proud before him, her milky skin
glowing in the light from the candles that were on each side of the
bed. Fox simply stared at the beautiful perfection before him. He
could hardly breathe.

"I want you so badly," he said, his voice thick with desire.

Climbing back onto the bed, she covered him with her own body, savoring
the contact of his overheated skin against hers. She could feel him
moving restlessly under her as she slid her body down the length of
him, finally raising up to kneel between his legs. With feather-light
touches, she began running her fingernails up and down his legs.

His flesh tingling and burning, he twisted and pulled on the cuffs. "I
want to touch you," he rasped, "I need to touch you."

Need. She felt his need in his trembling body. She could see his need
straining against his shorts. Reaching up, she molded her hand over
the proof of his desire, stroking him through the fabric. She heard
his breath gush forth in tattered wisps and saw perspiration form on
his upper lip.

Snatching the key from the nightstand next to the bed, she leaned up
over him and quickly freed his hands. In a flash, his arms were around
her, embracing her tightly before he began to run his hands greedily up
and down her body. Their lips came together in a searing kiss.

They were both breathing hard when the kiss ended. Dana pulled back
from his roving hands and moved gracefully down his body to strip off
his shorts and underwear. Tossing them on the floor, she eased back
between his legs and began to kiss her way up his thighs.

Fox's skin prickled in anticipation. The hair on his thighs
straightened, enhancing the tingling his nerves were feeling. His body
ached in his need for the petite woman in front of him. When she
lightly nipped his inner thigh with her teeth, he jerked, his hands
tangling in her hair.

She kissed, tongued, and nipped softly all around his arousal. Fox's
hips strained towards her lips. When she finally took him into her
mouth, his low, guttural sound of passion was music to her ears. He
hissed his pleasure as she pulled him deeper into the warmth and silky
smoothness of her mouth.

He was openly moaning now, as she continued to tease his flesh. She
heard the sweet calling of her name as he arched into her touch.
"Dana... oh, Dana..."

The pleasure was becoming too intense. Just as aroused as he was, Dana
heard a low animal moan and startled, realized that it came from her
own throat. Pulling away, she moved quickly to straddle him, taking
him into her body in one smooth motion.

Both of them groaned loudly in unison. She was motionless. He
writhed. Then she raised up. He moaned as she began to move...
grasping her hips, he matched her movements with deep thrusts of his
own, bringing them quickly to an excruciatingly sweet climax. Fox
bucked and let out a tortured yell, followed by aftershock groans. He
reeled inside his mind, lost in wave after wave of sensation. Dana's
hips pressed down hard into his, shuddering against him, as she threw
her head back gasping loudly. She stayed in that position, eyes closed,
her chest heaving, for several minutes, trying to get her pounding
heart back under control.

Fox recovered first, and looking up at her with her head thrown back
and the smooth column of her throat bared to him, he felt such a wave
of tenderness and possessiveness fill him that it nearly overwhelmed
him in its intensity. She was his and he loved her more than life
itself. All those lonely years he spent on his own... and then she
came into his life and made him complete.

He took her hands where they rested on her thighs and covered them
with his own. "I love you," he whispered softly, "more than you could
possibly know."

Tilting her head down, she looked at him with all the love she felt
for him shining in her eyes. She leaned forward, bringing her face
just inches from his. "Oh, but I do know," she said softly.

As his mouth moved over hers and his arms enfolded her in a close,
loving embrace, he realized that she had known all along.

**********

The first rays of sunrise softly illuminated the sleeping couple
entwined on the bed. Fox awoke first and tenderly looked down at the
sleeping woman in his arms. He brought his hand up and lightly ran his
fingertips over the curve of her cheek. Dana stirred and opened her
eyes.

"Good morning." She smiled, brushing his lips with hers before
stretching luxuriously against him.

Fox returned the kiss, thoroughly exploring her mouth. "Good morning,"
he said finally. His stomach grumbled, breaking the mood.

Dana grinned as Fox said sheepishly, "I'm starving. We skipped
dinner, you know."

So call room service. I'm sure they'll have whatever you're hungry
for."

"Not quite," he said, fondling her breast.

She playfully slapped at his hand. "Call room service!" She laughed,
as she rolled off of the bed. "I'm going to jump in the shower before
it arrives."

"Want some company?"

"Just call room service," she repeated, heading for the bathroom. She
looked over her shoulder as she reached the door and had to smile at
his dejected expression. "Oh, and when you're finished..." She crooked
her finger in invitation.

Rolling over quickly, Fox snatched the phone from its cradle, his eyes
still on the bathroom door.

Dana was just soaping up her body when Fox joined her.

"Here, let me do that."

She offered him the sponge but he just shook his head, prefering to use
his hands. Taking the soap, he worked up a lather and began working his
way down her body, taking care not to miss an inch... as if memorizing
her body by touch. His hands were everywhere, smoothly gliding over her
curves, teasing and caressing. Dropping his lips to her shoulder, he
lightly kissed and nuzzled the silky skin.

Not to be left out, Dana lathered up with the soap and ran her hands
over his back, moving down to grasp his buttocks, gently squeezing and
kneading the firm flesh.

Passions swiftly rose as they stroked and caressed each other. Their
mouths locked, tongues battling each other, trying for more depth, more
contact, more stimulation. Dana moaned, moving one hand up to pull his
face to hers even more tightly. He thrust against her stomach with his
pelvis, pushing his hardness at her, feeling her shuddering response.
The hot spray from the shower head ran seductively over their
stimulated flesh, heightening their excitement.

Running her hands up his chest, Dana backed Fox up against the tiled
wall. She entwined his fingers with hers and pinned his hands next to
his side. Rubbing her body sensually against him, she dropped her lips
to his chest to tease his nipples with her tongue.

Fox's body was on fire, and he groaned in his need. Ducking his head,
he captured her mouth in a hot, open kiss that left them both
trembling.

Dana released his hands to pull him even closer, and gasped as he slid
a hand between her legs. Gripping his shoulders tightly, she swayed
into him as her knees began to buckle.

Pushing away from the wall, Fox lifted her up his body, and as she
wrapped her legs around his waist, pressed himself into her moist
recesses. "Ahh... God," he groaned, "you feel so good..." Turning
around quickly, he leaned her against the wall.

Using his shoulders as leverage, Dana began to undulate her hips Hands
gripping her buttocks, Fox drove into her, moving with the rhythm that
she was creating and pushing deeper into her with every thrust.

Dana was panting and moaning with pleasure, uncontrollable spasms
shaking her as she pressed and arched against him. Screwing her eyes
shut, she came in a burst of light behind her eyelids, her body
convulsing from the intensity. A moment later, she felt Fox explode
inside her, crying out her name, and she came again, biting his
shoulder as she experienced the incredibly sweet sensation.

Fox sank down weakly to the floor, still holding Dana in his embrace as
he kneeled on the cold tiles. The warm water ran over their joined
bodies. He held her tightly, unwilling to let her go, his forehead
resting against hers. They stayed that way for several minutes, neither
one wanting to break the contact. Finally, Dana pulled back and gently
easing herself from his embrace, asked with a little smile, "So, are
you still hungry?

Still kneeling on the tiles, Fox looked up at Dana, who had risen to
her feet and was now standing over him. "Are you trying to kill me?"
He grinned wolfishly at her. "Not a bad way to go actually."

"For food," she laughed, "you know, breakfast. You said you were
starving, remember?" She offered him her hand.

"Priorities, Dana..." smiling broadly, his hand tightening on hers as
he got to his feet, "A man's got to have his priorities..."

*************
End of part 1

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From: rosie@ix.netcom.com (Rosaria Passanisi)
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: Back to Eden 2/2 (NC-17)
Date: 7 Jun 1995 06:03:54 GMT


Back to Eden - part 2

by Rosie Passanisi
**********************************************

Wrapped in matching terry cloth robes, Fox and Dana sat out on the
veranda just finishing up their breakfast. With a satisfied look on
his face, Fox sat back in his chair with a contented sigh. Looking out
over the beautiful garden, the white sand beach and the turquoise blue
water, he declared, "This is heaven... great food, fabulous view..." He
turned to face her and the eyes that found hers were dark and sincere
as he raised his glass in her direction. "... and the perfect person to
share it with."

"My thoughts exactly," she replied, touching her glass to his.

"Of course, if the Knicks happened to be playing on the island...
ahhh... sheer bliss," he teased, his eyes twinkling with surpressed
laughter.

She smiled at him indulgingly. "You know what they say about too much
of a good thing..."

"Wonderful," he murmured, "it can be wonderful."

They gazed at each other, his hazel eyes merging with her blue, both
feeling the familiar tension build between them. The air around them
fairly crackled with the energy.

Abruptly Fox asked, "Did you mean what you said yesterday?"

Dana blinked. "You mean about..."

"...about your interest in my ties." Fox watched, fascinated, as a
deep blush stained Dana's cheeks. Searching her eyes he paused before
softly asking, "Do you want to play?"

"I... I don't know," she replied truthfully, turning away to look out
over the water. The warm tropical breeze blew a strand of her copper
hair across her cheek, and she absently lifted a hand to tuck it back
behind her ear. It was a little action that Fox found to be quite
endearing.

"You trust me don't you?"

She looked back at him sharply. "You know that I do."

"We won't do anything that you don't want to..." he reassured her, "and
if you want to stop at any time... all you have to do is say the word."

"What?" She asked, slightly confused. "What word?"

"A 'safe' word, Dana. A word that will tell me that you want to stop
the game."

She tilted her head. "What word should I use?" she asked, feeling
slightly timid, but there was a growing sense of excitement beginning
to build within her.

Fox shrugged. "Your choice, although..." His lips twisted in a wry
smile, "it should be something that you normally wouldn't say in the
throes of passion." He saw her smile shyly, but he noted that there was
a glimmer of anticipation in her eyes.

Dana was having trouble thinking of anything suitable when her eyes
fell on the bowl in the middle of the table. "Strawberries!" She
exclaimed, reaching over to pluck a juicy berry from the crystal bowl.
Her robe gaped open, offering Fox a tantalizing view.

"Strawberries?" He dumbly repeated. All rational thought seemed to fly
from his head as he took in her beautiful form. Distractedly he
mumbled, "Hmm? What?"

"Strawberries," she repeated slowly, taking in his bemused expression.
She followed the gaze of his eyes, looking down to see what had
captured his attention so completely. Oh. Just then Fox raised his
eyes, locking his gaze with hers and smiled a slow, intimate smile.

The desire she saw in his eyes warmed her heart... to know, without a
doubt, that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Being here
with him, finally breaking through the last barrier between them,
brought a rush of joy to her heart and left her feeling incredibly
happy. Any reservations she felt slipped away, leaving behind an
intense love and desire for the man in front of her. It was
incredibly freeing. Looking at him with a wicked smile on her face and
a devilish gleam in her eyes, she was ready to play. Let the games
begin...

Moving the bowl aside, she scooted further up onto the table, coming to
rest right in the center propped up on her elbows. She let the thick
terry cloth robe slip from her shoulders, leaving her naked from the
waist up. She watched in satisfaction as the desire she saw kindling
in his eyes burst into flame.

Fox's eyes ran hungrily over her curves. Her breast seemed to swell
under his hot gaze, the nipples hardening into rigid peaks.

Slowly she brought the strawberry to her lips, watching his eyes track
her every movement. She saw him swallow hard as she swirled her tongue
around the ripe fruit before taking a bite, a few juicy drops running
down her front. She stared at him, the desire in her eyes unmistakable
as she offered the rest to him.

Fox was having trouble breathing. Dana was leaning towards him from
across the table, bare to the waist, teasing him unmercifully with her
body and... a strawberry. He'd always suspected that buried deep
inside Dana Scully was a deeply passionate and sensual woman, but the
reality she was now presenting to him far exceeded even his rather
formidable imagination.

Leaning in towards her, he bit into the succulent fruit she held in her
hand, hearing her breath catch as he licked at the juice that ran over
her fingers. Moving his face in close to hers he said in a soft husky
voice, "May I?" She smiled warmly and at her nod, he lowered his head
to lick the sweet nectar from her left breast.

"Mmmm..." She purred, as he slowly, very slowly, made his way up over
the curve of her shoulder and up her neck to nuzzle the sensitive spot
behind her ear.

"Sweet," he breathed, his hot breath against her skin sending chills
through her body.

She turned her head towards him and pressing her lips to his, pushed
her tongue into his mouth, swirling it around teasingly for just a
minute. She drew back but he followed her, unwilling to sever the
delicious contact with her lips. Putting a hand on his chest to halt
his movement, Dana gave him her warmest smile as she eased up off the
table, allowing her robe to slip to the floor as she stood up.

His eyes sliding over her lush form, Fox moved around the table until
he was standing directly in front of her. Pulling her into his arms,
he lowered his head to hers and began to slowly kiss her; long, sweet,
lingering kisses. His hands slid upward to cup her breasts, his strong
fingers tenderly kneading the flesh causing her to sigh against his
mouth.

He scooped her up in his arms, his lips taking hers once more in a
warm, dizzying kiss and carried her inside to the bed, laying her down
gently. Stepping over to the dresser, he pulled his ties from a drawer
before moving back to the bed. Silently he stood above her, gazing
down. Quickly stripping off his robe, he leaned in towards her... and
froze. Pulling back slightly, he found her eyes. "Dana, are you sure?"

She answered him by reaching up and drawing him down to her.

With a groan, he fell to the bed, rolling over and bringing her with
him. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her body pressed to
his. When he opened them again, he found her looking at him, the
longing in her eyes mirroring his own.

He tenderly positioned her on her back and leaning over her, kissed
her lips almost reverently. "I love you," he whispered. Taking her
hands, he softly kissed the inside of each wrist before carefully
securing them to the bedpost with his ties.

Dana lay there quietly, and for a long moment Fox simply looked at her.
He didn't think he could ever tire of just looking at her. She was
tied, but Fox knew that the bonds that tied him to her were infinitely
stronger than those that held her wrists so securely to the posts above
her head. "You're so beautiful," he breathed as he bent forward and
gently kissed her on the lips. His mouth moved lightly over hers,
exploring its shape, its texture, its sweetness. His lips were tender
but hungry, becoming more insistent as his excitement grew.

She moaned and angled her head to better receive his kiss.

He groaned and slid his tongue past her lips.

Dana tugged at her bonds as her arms itched to wrap around Fox's neck,
holding him tightly to her. A small sound of protest escaped her lips
as he pulled back, moving from her side to straddle her thighs.

Kneeling over her, his fingers reached out to lovingly tease her
nipples, and when they stiffened he began to fondle her breasts with
his hands. Dana murmured and sighed beneath his touch arousing him
intensely. His tongue joined his hands on her breasts. Her skin was
so silky and sweet that the very touch of it on his lips aroused him
even more. He took the nipple into his mouth and began to suck,
causing her to arch and push her breast further into his mouth. Dana's
eyes dilated enormously and then became misty with her swiftly rising
passions.

Fox reached over and picked up another tie from the nightstand. Fox
saw Dana'a eyes widen just before he blindfolded her with it. She
shivered imperceptively. His voice tentative, he asked, "Are you still
okay with this?"

Dana could feel his breath on her face and she shivered again. Not
being able to see or touch him, her other senses were coming alive...
the smell of him; a warm, clean, slightly musky smell that was
distinctively his own, and that she'd know anywhere... the sound of
him; the slight hesitation in his voice as if he was worried he went
too far, yet hearing his breathing change, becoming faster and
shallower as he became more excited... and the taste of him; the
taste... she raised her head to kiss him, her lips catching his nose,
biting it lightly then nuzzling it with her own, before trailing down
to his mouth. "Fox," she whispered, her voice low and seductive, just
before she pressed her lips to his.

Hearing her say his name sent him over the edge and he growled as their
lips locked together in a feverish embrace. Her tongue dueled hotly
with his, the passion flaring between them almost primitive.

Dana arched herself into his lower body, and Fox could feel her
softness mold against his aroused strength. When she provocatively
rotated her hips, a moan slipped through his lips. Dana delighted in
the sound, feeling a little rush of power.

He slid a hand down her body wandering over the curve of her hip and
down to her thigh caressing the silky skin, and then back up between
her legs. He heard her intake of breath, her tiny gasp against his
mouth as his fingers stroked her, her body moving restlessly under his
touch.

She writhed with pleasure, her hands clutching at the ties as his
fingers teased her flesh until she thought she would scream. She bit,
licked and sucked at his face and neck as she strained to make contact
with him in any way she could.

"Fox!" She pleaded with him, her voice hoarse with arousal, "Oh,
please...!" A fine sheen of perspiration had suddenly surfaced on her
body, and she squirmed restlessly. "Please, I want..." she trailed
off, gasping, her body writhing with desire. Fox increased the
pressure of his caresses, knowing that she was on the brink. Lowering
his head to her breast, he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking
hard.

The effect upon Dana was incredible. Her body stiffened briefly, and
then suddenly she began to moan wildly, her head starting to thrash.
He brought her to the edge and then she felt herself drawn over into a
whirling vortex of dizzying sensation. She cried out, and the sound
was one of utter ecstasy. She shuddered for what seemed minutes, then
went completely limp. Her breath came in heaves and her thighs shook
with tremors.

Fox leaned forward, body taut, hands shaking, to untie her wrists and
uncover her eyes. "I love you," he whispered raggedly. "Dana, I love
you so much."

As the pleasure ripples ebbed, Dana opened her heavy lids and looked up
to see Fox watching her, his face a mask of intensity. He trembled in
an effort at control, but made no move to satisfy his own enormous
need. He tried to smile, but it came out a grimace. She could feel
the proof of his desire, his raging need, throbbing hotly at her hip.

Curling her arms about his neck, she brought his head down to kiss his
lips. "Together this time," she whispered, offering herself to him.
Raising himself over her, positioning and parting, Fox dove deeply
into her, stealing the breath from both of them.. Pleasure etched on
his face as he felt himself filling every inch of her, just as she felt
deliciously full to overflowing. He began to move within her, trying
desperately to move slowly, but her uninhibited responses had aroused
him more than he believed possible and he couldn't hold back. His
heart was pounding in his excitement as he thrust deeper and deeper,
losing himself in the heaven she was offering.

Her body arched to meet him; her breasts, their nipples hard, pressed
against his chest. She felt him moving rhythmically within her and the
delicious tension began to build within her once again. Fox slid a
hand between their joined bodies to rub her sensitive flesh with his
index finger.

She gasped and her body shuddered in response. Squeezing herself
around him, she felt his raging heat course through her as they came
together, their cries of pleasure mingling in the warm tropical air.

They lay unmoving for several minutes before Fox rolled to one side of
her, pulling her into his embrace. "Forget the Knicks," he murmured
into her hair, "this is bliss." He hugged her gently. "You know, I'm
never going to be able to look at my ties in the same way..."

She laughed weakly. "Neither will I, Fox... neither will I." She
yawned, feeling his rumbling laugh against her cheek. Snuggling deeper
into his embrace, Dana felt wonderfully languid and extremely
satisfied. Within minutes she was asleep.

Fox held Dana close, still awake. He lay there savoring the feel of
her in his arms and thinking about the last two days. He knew that
her decision to bring them here, to take that final step, hadn't been
made lightly, but he didn't think that he could've done it. He had
always been afraid that by telling her how he felt, he might lose her,
and he hadn't wanted to take that chance. Leave it to Dana to face
that fear head-on.

He had suppressed his feelings so deeply within himself that finally
acknowledging them was like coming out of a very dark place... and the
light was absolutely dazzling. Everything became suddenly clearer, and
the one thing that he knew without a doubt was that by admitting their
love for each other, the last barrier had finally fallen between them,
and that the incredible bond they shared had only deepened and
strengthened. He never thought that he could ever feel this connected
to another human being. Almost as if they were two halves of a
whole.... neither one really complete without the other... although in
his mind he needed her far more than she needed him.

When the X-Files had been shut down and they had been separated, he
had wallowed in self-pity, cutting himself off from her. It wasn't
until she forced that meeting between them that he realized that the
emptiness he was feeling wasn't so much about having his work taken
away from him, but about losing her. Without Dana by his side, he had
found it more and more difficult to drag himself into work every day.
It had only been through her encouragement, her unstinting loyalty and
support that he had found the strength to go on.

Dana stirred against him. His arms tightened around her unconsciously
as he looked down at her. He bent his head to kiss her forehead, his
lips lingering on the smooth skin.

"Mmm... Fox?" she mumbled.

"Shhh..." he whispered, "It's alright. Go back to sleep."

"Love you..." she said, sighing softly, sleepily.

At her softly whispered words, Fox felt a painful swell of emotion.
That she should love him... the very thought humbled him as much as it
thrilled him. She looked so young and vulnerable lying there and Fox
felt all his protective instincts rise up in full force. He wanted to
keep her safe, but he knew how she hated it when he became
overprotective. Besides which, if he was in danger she'd risk her life
to save him without a second thought, and she had on many occasions
done just that.

Given the nature of their work, there was always going to be chance
that one of them could be hurt or killed... or worse. His heart gave
a painful lurch as he remembered Dana's subsequent disappearance and
how she looked in the hospital when she returned. He'd almost lost
her, and it had very nearly pushed him over the edge...

He knew that theirs was a dangerous path and that she was as fiercely
determined as he was to get to the truth. So all they could really do
in their quest was to continue to be there for each other, protect each
other and hope that it would be enough. As long as he had Dana by his
side, he believed it would be.

Fox let out his breath in a long, low sigh, and then yawned. Kissing
the top of her head, he smiled as he heard her sigh softly. He had
thought sleep was impossible, but the warmth of Dana's body pressed
against his, along with the pleasantly fatigued feel of his body as a
result of their lovemaking, had finally combined to soothe and quiet
his mind. Within minutes, he was asleep.


*********

Dana awoke feeling warm and secure. She was pulled snugly against Fox,
her back flush against his chest, his arm draped about her waist. She
shivered as she felt his warm breath near her ear. Even in sleep he
responded to her, instinctively pulling her closer, almost enveloping
her body with his much larger one. Lying quietly in his arms, she felt
at peace and very content. She had no regrets about being with him
here like this, and even wondered why they'd waited so long.

But then she'd changed after her disappearance. Three months of her
life gone. Unaccounted for. She realized that there were some things
in life too precious to take for granted. She loved Fox Mulder and
knew that he loved her, but she was also aware that he'd never would've
made the first move. He'd rather that they just continue as they were
than risk their relationship in any way. That had no longer been enough
for her... and knowing him as she did, she knew that deep down, it
wasn't enough for him either.

She'd thought long and hard about bringing them back to Eden. This
wouldn't be like their last trip here. That had been business, mainly,
and the intimacy that they'd shared had had an almost surreal quality
to it. After that weekend was over, they'd both made the conscious
decision to go back to the way things were before Eden, and they did...
for the most part.

Dana remembered feeling a nagging sense of incompleteness, an emptiness
within herself, and she knew that she wasn't the only one affected.
Several times she'd caught Fox staring at her, and the longing and
desire she'd seen in his eyes before he managed to hide it, shook her
with it's intensity.

Maybe that's why he'd taken to wearing those damn sunglasses. She
hated those glasses, feeling that they made him look like some kind
of affected male model. He wore them almost like a shield, hiding his
eyes, and emotions, from her. Finally, she'd had enough. They could
both either once again suppress their feelings, as they had always
done, or they could finally face up to them and take that bold leap
forward. She knew that it was up to her to make the first move and that
her decision would determine in what direction their relationship would
go. She'd given it a great deal of thought before deciding to take that
final step, but once made, she held nothing back.

And now, laying here with Fox so lovingly curled around her, she knew
without a doubt that she had done exactly the right thing. There was
no going back now... whatever the future held they'd meet it
together... as always.

*********
When they woke later that afternoon, the room was bathed in sunlight...
and a touch of sadness. It was getting late, and they were due back in
Washington in the morning. Their stay in Eden was coming to an end.

They lay on their sides facing each other, neither one speaking,
neither one needing to. Both wanted to savor this time together for
as long as they could. Adoring her with his eyes, Fox ran his hand
down her narrow waist and up over the slope of her hip, silently
marveling at the soft and silky feel of her skin. Dana sighed softly
at his touch.

Finally, regretfully, Dana broke the silence. "Our flight leaves in
3 hours," she said softly. "Maybe we should start packing?" she
suggested, but their was little enthusiasm in her voice.

"Mmm..." he murmured, leaning in to kiss and nuzzle her shoulder. "So
I guess it's back to 3-piece suits, aliens, and Skinner," He raised his
head, giving her a slow, sexy smile before moving to brush her lips
with his own, "And I'll be the one wearing the ties this time..."

"...but only at the office." She murmured against his mouth, angling
her head to better receive his kiss. As always happened, desire flared
hotly between them, leaving them both trembling.

"Have I told you how much I love you?" he whispered hoarsely.

"With every look and touch." she whispered back, slightly breathless.

Reaching for her, Fox growled against her ear, "I think we can put off
packing for a while longer." Kissing her deeply, he wrapped his arms
around her naked body and pulled her close. He felt the softness of
her skin against his and he moaned his pleasure.

"You know..." she said, lacing her arms around his neck and giving him
a slow, sensual smile that made his blood race, "if I let you do all
the packing, that should give us just under 3 hours..."

He laughed softly. "Then it's settled," he said, sliding his hands over
her body, "you just leave everything to me."

Her body reacting to his caresses, Dana said in a husky voice, "Only
the luggage, Fox..." Twining her legs around his and pressing herself
against him, she whispered, "the rest we do together."

"Always." he said intensely, "Dana..." He felt her hand reach down to
stroke him and then he couldn't talk anymore.

***********

Sitting on the aeroplane, Mulder looked over to where Scully sat
gazing absently out of the window. With a tender smile, he leaned
towards her. "Fantasy #57, 129, and 532 involving Dana Scully...
fulfilled," he whispered.

Dana made a little sound of amusement as she turned her head to look at
him, quirking an eyebrow in surprise, "532?! Just how many fantasies
do you have that include me?"

"Well, considering that they all include you, thousands... and I'm
thinking up new ones as we speak," he replied with a roguish smile on
his face.

"You realize, of course," she teased, "that if we add in all my
fantasies about you, it could take a lifetime to fulfill them all." She
felt her heart skip a beat as he took her hand and raised it to her
lips.

"Oh, Dana," his eyes locking on hers, "that's what I'm counting on."

**********

FIN