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"Can I get a hint about our wedding, Mulder?"
Scilly felt that she had been more than patient, by that point, having been awakened at the crack of dawn for an early breakfast, they were now waiting for Joel and Sally, who would take them to the mysterious venue and witness their vows.
Bubbe had seen them off with kisses and best wishes, asking Muriel to help them with their luggage and the shopping bags that they had accumulated the day before.
Scilly had a pleasant time, shopping with Sally. She had bought a simple white dress, that needed little in the way of adjustments to the fit, which the on-site seamstress took care of right away. Sally had convinced her to get a veil, and some brilliants to pin in her hair. Sally told her that Mulder had booked them rooms near the venue, and a hair stylist and makeup artist would meet her there.
Sally had gotten a knee-length blue dress, as her matron-of-honour. Scully had been a bit sad, she had always imagined her sister in that role, but she was thankful for the extroverted, kind woman who was assisting her, without asking too many nosey questions.
Next had been lingerie, and she had bought several pieces that Mulder should be very happy with, with matching hosiery.
They finished with shoes, she had foregone stilettos, on Kelly's advice, and gotten a pair of satin ballet flats that would have been entirely impractical for work.
It did have her extremely curious about just where they were going, and why so early?
Mulder smiled and looked mysterious, but was saved from answering by the arrival of a sleek white limo, pulling up to the curb.
"Our carriage awaits," he winked at her, as the chauffeur hurried out to open the door for them.
Joel and Sally were inside, handing them mimosas as soon as they were seated in the back of the comfortable, luxurious car.
"We have a bit of a ride ahead," Sally hinted, "about six hours.
Scilly began wracking her brain, for what locations were that distance, in a car, from NYC...Mulder was a bit kitschy, and into the Americana of the earlier days of the century, and there was their personal history... It would be like him.
"Mulder, are we getting married in Niagara Falls?"
"See, I told you guys my partner is brainy, as well as beautiful,"Mulder laughed, "We sure are, Scully. No Elvis to be seen"
Elvis had been last night's guess.
She smiled at him. Honeymooning in Niagara Falls may be a cheesy trope, but she was happy to see him so happy.
They had visited there, after a case in Buffalo, involving a little girl and the strange murders of police officers, that Mulder had sworn involved the reincarnated spirit of another officer. It had proved to be the only viable explanation, as strange as it sounded.
The female detective had flirted with Mulder, and she had found herself slightly miffed at the way he soaked up her attention and willingness to entertain his theories.
She was mollified when he turned down the Detectives offer to take him sightseeing, claiming they had a flight out that night. They went back and checked out of their motel, but didn't head to the airport.
Instead, he had headed for the Peace Bridge, taking them to Canada, where he had driven them along the Niagara Parkway, summer flowers in bloom in the gardens, to Niagara Falls, informing her their flight wasn't until the next day.
They drove past the Falls, and checked into the Moonlite motel, before heading out onto to Clifton Hill, the "Street of Fun", where her partner was in his element. They went to the House of Frankenstein, and a wax museum called Castle Dracula, before touring Ripley's Believe it or Not museum, and the Guiness World's record museum, before a quick dinner at Burger King, where Mulder had lamented the closing of Maple Leaf Village and the Elvis Presley museum. A casino was being built where they had stood. They'd shared a motel room that night, and had indulged in some sexy extra-curricular activities, before heading back to Buffalo, and the airport, the next day.
Xxx
Mulder was proud of how quickly Scilly had guessed their destination, he had plenty of surprises still to come. The next couple of days was going to be a break from their usual, stressful lives, from worrying about all of the things that got in the way of just enjoying each other's company. He was going to make up for all of the times he either said too much or too little, for not thinking of her and her safety before running headfirst into danger.
He sat back in the comfortable seat, stretching his legs out in front of him. They had found a replay of the Knicks game on the tv, he had an arm around Scully, and he encouraged her to doze off on his shoulder during the long drive to the Falls.
When the limo finally pulled up to the hotel, where he had booked a suite, he woke her.
"Is this where we are having the wedding?"
"No, this is just where we are stopping to get dressed"
A bellhop came to the car, rolling a luggage cart ahead of him. The driver and he had soon piled it with luggage and bags, and they went in to check in.
The suite was sumptuous, and he had arranged for chocolate covered strawberries, sparkling water, and crudites to be delivered to the room. He had instructed the front desk to show up the hairdresser, makeup artist, florist and barber he had hired, when they arrived.
They enjoyed the small refreshment together, before Scully and Sally took their purchases into one of the bedrooms to dress. He and Joel opened the door, to admit the floral deliveries of bouquets and boutineres, and the various stylists.
An hour later, they met again in the sitting room, and his jaw dropped. Mulder sported a fresh haircut, and the closest shave he had in his life. Scilly was stunning, in a white dress, made of a heavy lace, a sweetheart neckline showing her curves to advantage, the bodice tight at the waist, then ballooning at the hips into the full skirt reaching mid calf.
He barely noticed Sally, but she also looked very nice, he was pleased to see that she had Scully's packed suitcase, ready to bring back down to the limo. His own sat by the door.
Joel was finishing up, getting the paperwork and rings stowed away, he and Mulder both wore dark suits and matching blue ties, their boutineres of blue violets attached to their lapels. He called down for the bellhop to bring the luggage cart, and then handed the keycard for the suite to Joel.
"You and Sally have the rooms, for the night, the limo driver will take the other bedroom, before driving you back to the City, in the morning"
"Thanks, Cous,"
He grabbed the florist boxes, passing one to each of the women. Two nosegays of blue violets tied with white ribbon emerged from the boxes, Scully's trimmed with baby's breath.
"I hope you like them"
"Mulder, they're perfect,"
He knew that she knew what blue violets symbolized, they were her birth flower, after all. Love and fidelity were part of her nature.
A knock at the door saw them making their way back down to the limo, on their way to the next surprise.
It was a short ride to the where the Niagara river pored over the cataracts and into the basin it had hollowed out over thousands of years. The limo pulled up at the Maid of the Mist.
"I know that the sea has meant a lot to you, Scilly, and this may not be the ocean, but I thought that, other than a priest, you might prefer to be married by a Ship's Captain, on a boat"
He knew he had chosen correctly, by the way her eyes were shining. Sally had gone ahead, to check in and make sure of their arrangements, and Joel was greeting the photographer who had joined them, and the stylists who had come to do any touch-ups, after the ceremony.
When Sally joined them again, they made their way to the stairs leading down to the boat, donning the blue rainjackets that would keep them dry. Well, dry-ish, he thought, as the Mist billowed from the roaring waterfall. He was glad he had taken a short-lived remedy against sea sickness.
Soon they were standing on the deck of the boat, huddled with other tourists, who smiled at the couple dressed for their wedding. As the boat pulled away from the dock, he felt nervousness, excitement, and joy. They were soon below the horseshoe, or Canadian Falls, staring awestruck at the waters that rushed over the cliff in great volume.
The Captain approached them, asking if they were ready. Scilly looked up at him, and he nodded.
"We are, Captain," she said, her clear voice ringing out above the sound of the waterfall.
The Captain began the ceremony, and he and Scully gazed into each other's eyes, as they repeated their vows. They had always spoken so much with the looks they gave each other, with glances and glares and raised eyebrows, and today their eyes held only care, respect, trust, and deep affection. Of love. Finally, the Captain pronounced them man and wife, and instructed Mulder to do the thing he had wanted to do for so long,
"You may kiss the bride,"
She brought her face up to his, permission in her eyes, and his mouth met hers, gently, chastely, at first, and then he pulled her to him, and kissed her deeply, to the cheers around them.
Once they'd docked, they met in the cabin to sign the paperwork, the Captain (whose name was Michael Hewitt) then Scully, who he noted, with a thrill, signed it Scully-Mulder, and then their witnesses. Joel dutifuuly gathered up the paperwork, when it was complete, and there was a round of hand shaking and congratulations before they made their way back up, to where the stylists waited to touch up the lady's looks, after being exposed to the weather.
Scully stopped at the top, and looked at him, "Mulder, we're married" she broke out in a wide smile, and laughed as she had on their first case. And just like on their first case, he couldn't help joining in.
Xxx
Scilly marvelled at the attention Mulder had paid to every detail, the consideration he had shown for everyone, the extravagance compared to his usual frugal ways.
The limo took the small wedding party over the Rainbow Bridge to Canada. He had the driver take them along the Parkway, offering them spectacular views of both waterfalls, and the gardens that were filled with early flowers, daffodils and tulips, parking at various locations for the photographer to capture photos.
They finished up in a walled garden, near the bridge, where they posed and smiled as the camera flashed.
Then they were dropped off at a large, elegant hotel, the Brock Plaza.
"This is where we get out, and part company...Thank you, Sally, Joel, for everything"
Scully thanked them both, profusely, and they both thanked the photographer. The driver had helped load their bags onto a luggage cart, as the bellhop waited.
The limo pulled away, to head back over the Bridge, and they were finally alone.
They made their way inside, and through the lobby to the front desk, where they were informed they'd had a room upgrade, as a gift from Joel & Sally.
They were shown up to a huge hotel room, with a clear view of the Falls, a hot tub filled and steaming. The concierge had followed them up, showing them the amenities, the room service menu, and informed them that they would be able to see the fireworks over the Falls at dusk.
"Your meals at the hotel have been paid for, by your grandmother, as part of her gift to you, and this basket came an hour ago" she pointed at a table, smiled, and made her way out, insisting they call her, for any reason, should they need her.
After they had taken turns in the large washroom, with its marble tiling and brass fixtures, Mulder put his arms around her, and kissed her gently 'Alone at last"
She kissed him back, suddenly feeling a bit shy, a bit excited, and a bit hungry. Her stomach growled.
Mulder broke away, laughing.
"Let's call for room service, and we can see what's in the basket to tide us over"
They perused the menu, before ordering a five course dinner for two, with an excellent bottle of champagne to accompany it.
There was a card on the top of the basket, and she noted the surprise on Mulders face when he opened it. Seeing the question on her face, he passed it to her.
It read, Fox, Mother told me that you've married your lovely partner. Congratulations. Bring her for lunch when you can. Love, Mom.
"I probably should have told her, but didn't want to wait, and then we would have needed to talk to your family...."
"No worrying about it, Mulder, today was about you and I. Let's see what she sent us,"
It was a deluxe basket, with lotions, soaps, shampoo and other hair & body products from Aveda, a couple of sleep masks, a CD of romantic instrumental music, and assorted gourmet goodies, she was amused to see a packet of David sunflower seeds included in them. A fruit basket stood on another nearby table, and Scully helped herself to grapes, and Mulder took an apple.
He unwrapped the CD, and popped it into a CD player that stood on the mantle of a gas fireplace. He pressed play, and switched on the fireplace as well, before joining her by the table. When they'd finished their fruit, he held out a hand to her, and they danced slowly, until their meal arrived.
Xxx
The meal was delicious, and Mulder was glad his cousin's wife had suggested the hotel; it seemed that she had used her travel agent's ways to get them to pull out all the stops, though the upgrades provided by Bubbe's gold card probably helped to raise their guest status, as well.
If anyone deserved the very best, it was Scully. They lingered over dessert, a small NY style cheesecake, with fresh berries and melted chocolate drizzled over it, topped with freshly whipped cream, and served with two forks.
He had scooped up a large bite, and held it out for her to eat,
"It's not a wedding cake, I won't try to smash any on your face"
She took the fork into her mouth, eyes closing with appreciation of the delicious morsel. She used her own fork and fed him a bite, it tasted better than it looked. They fed each other bites until it was gone, eyes fixed on each other's lips as they enjoyed the decadent treat.
Scully got up from the table, and turned around.
"I want to freshen up, and change, if you could help me with the zipper..."
As much as he liked the dress, he had wanted to take it off of her all day. He stood, and located the small zipper in the invisible seam on her back, and lowered it.
Scully flashed him a smile over her shoulder, holding the dress up with her arms, as she gathered some things from her suitcase and disappeared into the bathroom, promising to be back in 15 minutes.
He cleared the dishes from the table, setting them on the cart in the hallway, and hung the Do Not Disturb sign on the door.
He removed his suit, hanging it over a chair, and wet a small towelette in the hot tub water, wiping it over his face, pits, and areas below, and opened his case to get the new silk robe and boxers he had purchased for the evening. They were a silver colour, and shimmered in the dimmed light. He took the time to refresh his cologne, as well.
He scattered red rose petals on the sheets, after he had turned down the duvet. The sheets were a soft cotton, with an enormous thread count.
He placed the beeswax smokeless candles he had bought on the dresser and around the hot tub, guaranteed to last for 6 hours, lit them, and turned off the lamps, just as Scully emerged from freshening up.
He felt his jaw drop for a moment, and then closed it and cleared his throat, before saying, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen"
And she was. Her hair, released from the sparkling pins, curled around her face, where the makeup of the day had been replaced by something lighter.
She was clad in a short robe of white silk, her stockinged legs also white. His fingers itched to loose the tie at her waist and unwrap her like a gift.
She walked to where he stood, smiling up at him, "You look pretty amazing yourself, Mulder"
She placed her hands on his chest and tilted her head up, ready for a kiss he was eager to give.
Their mouths met gently, but quickly deepened into something more passionate. He was moaning in his throat as he kissed her, pulling her up against his body. His cock was hardening against her belly, and he heard her moan, though they didn't stop kissing. It was as though four years worth of making out was being unleashed, and they couldn't stop.
Her fingers worked on the tie of his robe, and he soon found himself standing in only his boxers, her hands moving over his chest, shoulders, and back.
He quickly untied her robe, revealing a white lace teddy & thigh high stockings, trimmed with ribbons.
He stooped, and lifted her up into his arms, their lips still connected as he carried her to the bed. He lay her down amongst the rose petals, drawing back to admire her for a moment, saving the vision to his memories, before he was on her, kissing her until they were both breathless and panting.
"I want you, Mulder, so badly"
He told he wanted her too, his voice almost a growl. He was touching her, over her teddy, and began unhooking the fastenings and stripping it away, revealing the curves he knew so well, but could never tire of. They were his, finally, and he was hers, her hands divesting him of his slippery shorts.
"Don't make me wait," she was begging, and he obeyed, lining himself up and entering her hot, wet body, thrusting slowly and deeply, grinding into her pubic bone, making sure he stimulated her clitoris in the way he knew she liked.
They made no effort to be quiet, moaning and gasping as he moved within her. He drew her stockinged legs up over his shoulders, and pushed in deeply, urging her to circle her clit. She came, hard, and he praised her, telling her what a good wife she was, how good she felt around his cock, his thrusts speeding up.
She was so wet, so tight around him, he slipped in and out so easily, his orgasm building, and when he felt her come again it washed over him, his body going rigid and he came, filling her with come.
He collapsed onto her, and rolled them onto their sides. They were both panting softly.
"We're official now, Scully, consummated and everything. No getting away from me now"
She rolled her eyes at him, a soft smirk on her lips, "As if I'd want to. Today has been wonderful"
"I'm glad you thought so...I've never planned a wedding before"
"I'm grateful for all you've done, and to your family...It's been perfect"
He kissed her, "How about we top it off with a soak in the hot tub, while we watch those fireworks?"
"The perfect end to a perfect day"
Xxx
They'd ended up making love again that night, where they had taken their time, pleasuring each other with fingers and mouths, in several positions.
Most of the couple of days they had there were spent in that bed, they left for quick excursions, tickets booked by Sally, to journey behind the Falls, visit the new Butterfly Conservatory, dine at the top of the Skylon Tower, and in the Rainbow Room at their hotel.
She was sad it was over, when they took a cab to the airport and returned to D.C., where their everyday, separate lives awaited them. They were both quiet on the plan, the bubble of happiness that had buoyed their conversations over the last few days stretching.
They still had work to do, answers to find, a check at the airport of their emails and cell phones making it clear that many things and people demanded their attention. Scully's mother, to whom she had spoke to only briefly with her return date, left a message that she was picking her up early for breakfast the next day, having missed their usual brunch after Mass.
They parted at the airport, having both taken a cab there on their way to NY. It made no sense to share one, going in opposite directions. She felt the invisible eyes of their enemies, back on them, in the busy airport where they hugged goodbye, trying to appear casual, and she felt the bubble break.
With promises to call each other later, they parted. As she sat in the back of her taxi, the past days felt more and more to her like a dream, like a fantasy come true for a few precious days. Her reality was work, her family, and the cancer growing in her head.