TITLE:     ENGUMI
AUTHOR:    DONNILEE
E-MAIL:    Donnilee@snet.net
WEBSITE:   http://donnilee.tripod.com
RATING:    NC-17
CATEGORY:  MSR
SPOILERS:  None.  
SUMMARY:   Walter and Nan defy convention and tie the 
           knot.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:  Engumi means:  betrothal, wedding, 
marriage, alliance.
DISCLAIMER:  All characters used from the show, The 
X-Files are the property of Chris Carter, Ten 
Thirteen Productions, and Fox Broadcasting.  No 
copyright infringement intended.  No money made here.

THANKS:  To my ever faithful beta reader, FatCat, for 
keeping me in line.

XXXXXXXXXX

HOLY TRINITY CATHOLIC CHURCH 
3513 N STREET, NW
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
MAY 26, 2001
SATURDAY - 10:50 AM

I can honestly say I don't think I'd ever seen a more 
beautiful bride.  She looked just like a little doll.  
All four feet, ten inches of her was decked out in a 
white off-the-shoulder gown that hugged bosoms that 
were generous for her size, and hugged her body to 
the waistline, where it flared out in a swirling mass 
of white silk, covered with lace.  The lace had 
lilies in its pattern.  She carried white lilies and 
babies breath in her bouquet.

A white veil was perched on her head and pinned in 
place, the traditional face veil, hanging down the 
back with the rest of it.  She looked at me, color 
high in her cheeks and said, "Think I pass muster, 
Dana?"

I wasn't thrown by the surprise visit of a little 
uncertainty.  It was her big day.  I smiled kindly 
and reassured her.  "You are a vision.  He is going 
to choke when he sees you."

"Oh, I hope not!"

I chuckled.  "I didn't mean literally."

She took a deep breath and looked at herself in the 
mirror.  "Are you sure you don't want the heels?" I 
asked one last time.

She shook her head slightly.  "With my luck, I catch 
toe or something and go flat on my face."

I laughed now.  "The slippers are gorgeous too, I 
just wanted to cover all the bases, Nan."

She turned from the mirror and said, "Thank you for 
all your help.  I never would have gotten through 
this."

I hugged her delicately, not wanting to mess up her 
dress or veil.  "It's show time," I said 
dramatically.

"Oh God," she breathed out.

I led her out into the vestibule of the church where 
Razan Akaki was waiting.  She took his arm and he 
smiled down at her.  I stepped forward, and, Carol 
MacKenzie, Nanami's personal assistant, stepped up 
next to me.  I was the maid of honor and Carol was a 
bridesmaid.  Walter had asked Mulder to be his best 
man, and Kenichi to be an usher.  The priest here was 
more liberal than most and although Nanami was not 
Catholic, he had agreed to marry them, based on 
Nanami's religious beliefs, I guess, which he felt 
were adequate.  We hadn't really discussed that part 
of it.

The organ began to play the wedding march and I 
glanced down at my silky sky blue dress.  Everything 
seemed in order and I began the slow march down the 
aisle, with Carol behind me.  As we reached the 
front, I smiled across at Mulder.  Walter's eyes were 
riveted on the back of the church.

As soon as Nanami came through the doors, I saw 
Walter's jaw drop.  His eyes never left her as she 
made her walk down the aisle on her father's arm.  
When they reached the front, Mr. Akaki removed her 
hand from his forearm and placed it in Walter's big 
palm.

I glanced at the assembled guests.  There was a lot 
of Bureau brass here, but also plenty of people I 
didn't know.

Kaoru Akaki was sitting in the front row and I smiled 
at her.  She'd been smiling so hard for two days, I'd 
been afraid her face might crack.  She was apparently 
overly impressed with the fact that Walter was an 
Assistant Director with the FBI.  None of us 
disabused her of the notion.  Let her be proud of her 
daughter's 'catch'.

She had seemed taken aback slightly at the first 
meeting.  She was a small woman like Nanami and I'm 
sure Walter's sheer size had intimidated her.  
According to Nanami, Walter had taken pains to shake 
her hand gently and use a soft voice with her.  He'd 
won her over in minutes.  Who'd have thought he could 
be charming?

I glanced at the couple as the priest asked who gave 
this woman to be married.  Fully prepared by the 
rehearsal the night before, Mr. Akaki answered, "Her 
mother and I do."

He promptly took his seat next to Kaoru, and the 
ceremony began.  It passed in a blur as I stood 
silently and observed this ritual.  I couldn't help 
but wonder if I would ever be married.  I glanced at 
Mulder and wondered if the same thoughts had crossed 
his mind.  Seeing Walter and Nanami so happy had 
given me pangs of longing.  I wanted what they had.  
Oh, I had Mulder's love; there was no doubt about 
that.  However, I was greedy and wanted the whole 
thing; the house, the marriage, the two cars in the 
garage. 

They made such an odd couple and yet a perfect one.  
Nanami grinned up at Walter through the whole 
ceremony, showing off her dimples.  Other than a 
couple of small white barrettes in the shape of bows 
to hold her hair off her face, she'd left her 
glorious mane of hair hanging down her back to her 
waist.  She looked like a porcelain doll.

Walter was a big man, but there were plenty of six 
foot-two men in the world.  Nevertheless, next to 
Nanami, he looked like a giant.  

When it came time to kiss the bride at the end of the 
ceremony, all eyes were riveted on the happy couple.  
Nanami went up on tiptoes and reached for Walter's 
shoulders.  Foregoing formality, Walter simply banded 
his big arms around her waist and lifted her clear 
off the ground.  

She gave a dainty squeak, but then Walter claimed her 
mouth in a slow, deep, kiss that had several people 
coughing and looking away.  Others were staring 
openly, and amused.

The reception was held at the Crystal City Marriott, 
located at 1999 Jefferson David Highway, in 
Arlington, VA.

A honeymoon was planned for Hawaii, but they were 
staying at the Marriott that night and flying out 
tomorrow.  Mulder and I were house-sitting, so we 
weren't complaining.  Their new apartment in Alban 
Towers was a very nice place to be.  

Lots of jocularity was had in the reception line 
before leaving for the reception by limo.  Grown men 
could be such buffoons sometimes.  "Didn't know the 
old boy had it in him," was one comment I heard, 
among others.  I think they were all secretly jealous 
of their A.D.

The reception went on for four hours, and finally, at 
5:00 PM, the guests began leaving.  Mulder and I were 
left with the task of transporting the wedding gifts 
to the apartment.

XXXXXXXXXX
CRYSTAL CITY MARRIOTT
ROOM 203
ARLINGTON, VA
SATURDAY - 5:30 PM

"I don't know if there are words to describe how 
utterly, breathtakingly beautiful you are," I said in 
a hushed whisper.

She smiled with a sly glint in her eyes from her 
reclined position against a stack of pillows in the 
middle of the enormous hotel bed.  She was nude.  Did 
I mention she was nude?  

Perfection, that's the only word for her.  Her skin 
was blemish-free and just a shade darker than off-
white.  Her coral-colored nipples were tightened up 
into stiff little peaks from the air conditioning in 
the room.  They begged for attention.

She'd been staring at me as well, as I stood next to 
the bed naked, my tux and her dress having been hung 
neatly in the closet in garment bags.  I hadn't even 
touched her yet and I was hard as a rock.  My cock 
was hailing her in a high salute, precum already 
beading the end.  

I crawled slowly on all fours and stopped when I was 
between her legs, which she slowly spread.  "You are 
magnificent," she said, her voice breathy and so sexy 
I wanted to whimper.

"So, Mrs. Skinner," I began.

She showed me her dimples and said, "Yes, Mr. 
Skinner?"

"It's our wedding night.  What would you like me to 
do first?"

"It's only afternoon, but I guess I won't get hung up 
on semantics," she teased.  I grinned, then swallowed 
hard around the sudden lump in my throat.  She 
noticed and her smile faded as well.  "What is it?" 
she asked.

I slid up, pushing her legs together and straddling 
her, leaning over on my knees and elbows, careful to 
keep my weight off her.  Once up close, I said, "I'm 
happy, Nanami."

She smiled slowly again.  "You have a right to be," 
she told me.  It wasn't the first time she'd 
expressed that sentiment.  I wasn't at all sure if I 
deserved it, but I would take it.  I was powerless to 
resist it. 

"It's been a long time since I felt this much joy."  
I hiccupped on the last word and her hands cupped my 
head, sliding over my jaw and down to my shoulders.

"Love me," she whispered.

"Oh, I do.  So much," I whispered.  Then I leaned 
forward and kissed her as she tugged at my shoulders.  
We finally broke the kiss and she said, "Let's trade 
places."

"Why?" I asked, merely curious.

"Because I want to love you."

"You are," I said.

"Just do it, contrary-man," she with mock 
exasperation.

I chuckled and flopped over onto my back as she moved 
down the bed.  I maneuvered myself up against the 
pillows.  I was lying back at a forty-five degree 
angle.

XXXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

She crawled between my legs and grasped my shaft, 
squeezing gently and causing more precum to leak from 
the tip.  She immediately bent down and licked it 
off. 

I bucked helplessly toward her mouth.  She smiled and 
repositioned herself for comfort, still kneeling.  
She leaned down, her eyes never leaving mine.  "Lay 
back and enjoy," she said.

I bit my lip as her pouty, kiss-swollen lips 
approached the head of my cock.  I stared at her 
small body in wonder that never seemed to leave me as 
she knelt between my thighs.  Her moist, hot breath 
cascaded down my shaft just before she descended, 
taking about half of me into her mouth.  Her hands 
played with the rest as I held her gaze.

I began to pant.  Watching her suck me was in the top 
ten erotic experiences of my life.  Seeing her do it, 
feeling her do it, it was wonderful and defied 
explanation.  She let me slip into the back of her 
throat when she was ready and I bellowed with 
pleasure.

I decided I should tell her.  "Oh Nan, I love the way 
you suck me, watching your whole body move with it.  
Oh God!  The way your little cheeks hollow when you 
suck hard.  You're so sexy, I can hardly stand it."

She hummed, pulling back some and blowing a stream of 
cool air onto my shaft.  I moaned, feeling my cock 
jerk and twitch.  I reached down and grasped her 
under the armpits, hauling her gently up my chest.  I 
groaned with sweet satisfaction.  "As much as I love 
watching you do that, I want to be inside you when I 
come."

She nodded and rose up on her knees.  I lined myself 
up and she lowered until my shaft had rubbed over her 
labia and seated the tip properly.  

Her pink tongue darted out and grazed my lower lip 
with moisture, causing a jolt of pleasure to course 
straight through my body and on into my cock.

I moaned as she slid down slowly.  I loved the feel 
of sliding into her velvety tightness.  Her dark eyes 
were chocolate, as dark brown as you can get before 
sliding into black.  They seemed to peer down into my 
soul.  When she reached bottom, her tiny ass perched 
on my thick thighs, she vibrated like a bowstring, 
arching her back and closing her beautiful piercing 
eyes.

She opened her eyes after several deep breaths and 
letting her body adjust to being filled.  She sank 
especially deep in this position.  I wasn't worried.  
Her nether lips were weeping wetness out around my 
cock.  Two strokes and it was sliding down to cover 
my balls.

She was so snug, it felt divine.  She began lifting 
herself and slamming down, pumping my cock into her 
harder and faster.  The pleasure was nearly 
unbearable and I shouted in pleasure, "Oh Jesus, 
Nanami.  Oh yeah, ride me."

I tweaked a nipple and kissed her again.  Then, I 
leaned back to see her face, our eyes locked.  I knew 
her sex was on fire but I could see her love and 
devotion etched in every pleasure-stretched line of 
her face as her mouth gaped open.  I watched the 
pleasure make its way through her and build up.  She 
groaned, a sound of pure ecstasy and muttered, "I'm 
your wife.  I'm really your wife.  Oh my God, Walter.  
It's so good."

I began thrusting up, meeting her movements with my 
own, my mind a monument to disorder.  Scattered 
thoughts of beauty, pain, comfort, and pleasure 
skittered through my brain.  She wailed, threw her 
head back and I grasped her hips tightly and held 
myself inside as I felt her pussy rippling with the 
force of her climax.  "I LOVE SO MUCH!" she screamed, 
quivering in my lap.

My last doubt, that kernel of disbelief that she was 
with me for some misplaced reason, evaporated like 
steam.  I clutched her to me, feeling my cock jump 
and my balls spasm.  Then I was spewing cum into her 
tiny nest.  

XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 XXXXXXXXXX

We shook together as the aftershocks rolled through 
us.  Then we panted gently as we did a slow fall back 
to reality.  I collapsed back onto the pillows and 
she followed me down, her head tucked under my chin, 
my cock still heavy and puffed inside her.

All my strength was gone now and I was left feeling 
drained.  "Sleepy," she announced in a slightly 
slurred voice.  "All the excitement is catching up to 
me."

I smiled and kissed the crown of her head.  "Sleep."

"It's early."

"I'm not going anywhere.  Let's nap."

She nodded, her hands burrowing behind my back to 
rest under my shoulder blades.  I leaned over and 
peered at her face, resting trustingly on my chest 
and felt love suffice my being.  Her eyes were now 
smudged with fatigue, but she looked sated and 
content.  I was still blown away that I could put 
that look on her face.  That's the way we fell 
asleep.  

I woke three hours later, thirsty and needing to pee.  
Her body was still pasted to my chest, our sweat now 
dried.  I gently slid her off my chest and tucked the 
covers around her.

She muttered wordlessly in her sleep and I kissed her 
temple.  I shuffled off to the bathroom and relieved 
myself, deciding a shower was in order.

I adjusted the water and slipped into the shower, 
enjoying the feel of the hot water cascading over my 
shoulders.  I soaped up and rinsed, paying close 
attention to my genitals.  

I was married again.  I could hardly believe it.  Not 
only was I married, but I was married to young, 
vivacious, smart, beautiful woman.  She made me feel 
things I'd never felt before, even with Sharon.  In a 
fit of irony, I realized SHE made ME feel SAFE; safe 
to express my feelings, safe to be vulnerable.

I was about to get out when I jerked around, hearing 
the shower door open.  I hadn't heard her come in.  
She smiled and I moved to the side so she could move 
under the water.  Being done with my ablutions, I 
took up the washcloth and soaped her from head to 
toe, teasing her crotch and making her hum with 
pleasure.  

I took my time washing her luxurious hair.  It was so 
soft and silky, even when wet and hung all the way to 
her waist.  She faced me, leaning back to rinse the 
last of the soap out of her hair and I was suddenly 
struck again with how sexy she was, a perfect little 
water sprite.  I grasped her waist and pulled her to 
me gently.  I held the side of her head with one hand 
and kissed her; slowly, softly, then harder and with 
more passion.  

Her hands slid down my chest and cupped my balls, 
then stroked my shaft.  In no time I was rock hard 
against her soft body and her fingers sent tingles of 
electricity through me.

XXXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

I was so in love with him it was scary sometimes.  
I'd woken and known a quick moment of panic, until I 
realized the bed was still warm where he had laid.  I 
shook my head to wake up and then heard the shower 
running.

Now he watched me, his focus unnerving as I turned 
and adjusted the positioning of my feet.  I spread my 
legs wider apart and put my hands on the wall in 
front of me.  His eyes were riveted on my ass and the 
view of my pussy I was now displaying.  

His fingers tested me gently and he groaned as he 
felt my wetness coat his fingers.  "You're ass is so 
luscious, so taut and ripe," he whispered.  "So round 
and firm," he continued, grabbing each cheek with one 
hand.  He squeezed and I groaned.

He rubbed his hands over my ass, squeezing and 
spreading them until I was panting with excitement.  
He stepped in between my sprawled legs.

His cock head pressed against my entrance, pushing my 
slippery pussy lips apart.  I groaned.  He rocked 
back and forth, teasing me.  "Do it, Walter," I 
gasped.

"Slow or fast?" he asked.

I felt another flood of heat invade my loins and my 
tissues grow thick and heavy.  The anticipation of 
the sharp pleasure of being impaled ratcheting up my 
arousal.  I still didn't know what it was about this 
man that made me so crazy with lust.  I was trapped 
in a vicious cycle of longing that never seemed to 
dim.

"Fast and hard," I ground out.

He growled deep in his chest, anchoring my hips in 
place as he thrust hard.  I rocked back at the same 
time, loosening his grip and slip nearly all the way 
in, bouncing off my taut cervix.  I squealed with 
pleasure.  My insides were throbbing and I let out an 
animal sound of lust as he began to stroke me, 
pushing hard until he was buried.  "Oh God," he 
murmured.

He leaned forward, his hands sliding up to cup my 
breasts, and pinched my nipples gently between two 
fingers while the rest of his hand nearly engulfed 
the globes of my breasts.

I felt his thumbs skim over my ass and then find my 
lips, spreading me wider and driving himself deep 
inside.  My walls clenched around his shaft.  His 
pelvis slapped into my ass he drove himself in over 
and over again.

I looked over my shoulder.  His eyes had a wild look 
in them as he watched his thick cock penetrating my 
body.  My cervix began sucking on the end of him as 
he shoved deeper, bending his knees and pulling my 
lips apart.  Then his hand was on my clitoris.  Two 
or three brushes of his rough fingertips over the 
swollen nub and I came like a rocket.  "So good!" I 
wailed.  "Feel you in my belly every time!" I 
shouted.

That elicited a deep groan from him.  He began 
snapping his hips, thrusting hard and babbling.  "Oh 
my God.  Oh my God.  Still can't believe you take me 
in this tiny body.  Holy shit, you squeeze me so 
tight when you come.  Oh fuck, Nan.  Not much longer.  
Oh my God!"

"Do it, come hard for me," I grunted out between 
thrusts.

"How tight would your ass be?" he asked suddenly.  
Then he groaned, sounding surprised that he had 
spoken aloud.

The picture came to me unbidden of him buried up my 
ass.  He thrust deep and pressed on my clitoris at 
the same time and I exploded, coming in waves that 
rocked my body.  

He howled and I felt his spunk shooting deep inside 
me.  "Aaaaawwwwwwwwwwwww, love you, Nan!  Oh fuck, I 
think I'm shooting my guts into your little cunt!"

XXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

He leaned on my back when he was finished, one hand 
landing on the tile next to mine for balance.  I 
could feel his breath on my shoulder.  The water was 
beginning to cool as he kissed my neck and shoulders.  

We straightened on shaky legs and rinsed off quickly.  
We stood in towels, kissing tenderly for several 
minutes before we decided to make our way back to the 
bed.  Walter ordered some light wine and scones from 
room service so we could have a snack later if we 
wished.

We climbed into bed again and he spooned up behind 
me, completely engulfing me in warmth.  I snuggled 
back into him, feeling his arm pull me close.  He 
buried his nose in my hair and I hummed.

"I love you Mrs. Skinner," he whispered, clearly 
enjoying being able to call me that.

I smiled.  Just before I fell asleep in a sated 
stupor again, I had one last thought.  'I need to 
change the name on my business cards.'

THE END.