xXx 

September 15, 1 PM. An apartment in a Crystal City high rise... 

Go on, Clarence, shift it," Walter Skinner admonished the recalcitrant feline. He and Kimberly had just dumped the two cats out of their carriers onto the floor of Walter's apartment. The cats waved their tails a couple of times, surveying the territory. This was their fifth time at Skinner's place and they seemed to be adapting well. He had put a litter box in the bathroom and they had gotten used to it just fine. 

"I think those fuzzy butts like it here," Skinner commented as the two cats wandered off to explore. 

"Yes, they seem to be getting used to the space. Your place *is* so much bigger then mine." 

Skinner put the cat carrier he held down by the door. Kim did the same. They both headed towards the kitchen to get something to drink. It was a warm, Indian summer day and the drive over from Kim's apartment, even with the top down on the Chevy, had made them a little sweaty. Skinner walked ahead of Kimberly as she watched her cats playing in the hallway that lead up into Skinner's bedroom. 

"Do you want a soda, babe?" Skinner asked as he walked into the kitchen proper. 

"Diet Coke?" 

"I've got some. Do you want a glass or are you roughing it today?" Skinner asked, his head stuck in the fridge. 

"Oh don't dirty a glass - the can will be fine." 

"OK, coming right up, ma'am. Why don't you go sit down in the living room. I'll bring it right out." 

"Sounds great," Kimberly turned around and headed down into the sunken living room. 

"Thanks." 

Walter sat down next to Kimberly. Both of them took a healthy pull from the cans of soda. 

"So, are you ok with moving in here? We'll start house hunting as soon as we can but..." 

"Oh, don't worry about it, Walter. This will be fine. Like I said - it is so much larger anyway. What doesn't fit I can store until we find the right house. And with Clarence and Darrow adjusting everything is just fine. Those two are so funny. They really like chasing that koosh ball around here." 

"Yeah, they have fun down pat don't they? I think the wood floors sort of add to the pleasure too, don't you? The way they skid down that hallway?" 

"Clarence likes that better then Darrow I think. Darrow is just so..." 

"Mellow?" 

Kimberly laughed, "Boy you've got his number. But I would have said lazy. You're being diplomatic" 

Walter laughed as well. 

They put their Cokes down on the coffee table in front of the couch. 

Walter shifted to stare into Kim's eyes. Kimberly smiled at him. She rubbed his arm. Walter lifted his arm up and hugged her to him. He rubbed her shoulder. 

"Do you want a sandwich or something? Hungry?" 

She rested her head on his shoulder, "No, I'm not hungry, honey. The late breakfast stuck with me I guess. No, a sandwich isn't what I'm in the mood for right now." 

Walter caught the inflection in her voice. He gently took her chin in his hand and raised her face up to his. 

"Not in the mood for food?" he smiled at her.

She brought her hand up to stroke his firm jaw, "No, not food..." 

They were kissing easily falling into the natural rhythm their mouths were familiar with by this time. Walter took in her tongue tasting the sweet taste of cola as she tasted him as well. 

The kiss deepened quickly and their hands began to rove over each other's arms and backs. 

Walter felt the all too familiar pressure of arousal filling his groin. "Jesus," he thought, "I'm getting hard all ready here I..." 

He pulled back breathlessly breaking the kiss. 

"Kim, uh, I don't think we should...I have to stop," he told her sheepishly. 

She pinned his eyes, "Walter...I don't want you to stop." 

"Kim? I...you...what?" 

"Look, Walter. I don't think I want to wait until the wedding night to find out how *everything* works here." 

"How *everything* works?" Skinner looked at her raising an eyebrow. Kimberly chuckled a little. 

"Yes. What I'm trying to say is - I know there are things we can do without intercourse. If...Walter I haven't even seen you naked. I guess I'd just like to see you..." 

"Kim, I don't know...I thought...your values...I know you wanted to wait. I sense you're getting over a lot of the fear, but..." 

"Walter I don't mean I want to have intercourse with you yet. I still want to wait for our wedding night to experience that with you. I know I'm ready for it. I just want that night to be very special. But...I don't know. I'm still a little nervous. I feel like I could use - oh this sounds so idiotic." 

"A dress rehearsal?" 

"Yeah, but maybe undress rehearsal would be more accurate," Kim replied with a small smile. She had thought long and hard about Dana Scully's advice in this area. She had decided in the long run that Dana's advice was sound. She really did want to experiment a bit before she got down to brass tacks on the wedding night. She had decided when Walter had invited her to his apartment that if the opportunity had presented itself she would go for it. Now she just hoped Walter would understand and be willing to go through with the idea. 

"Oh. OK. I think I know what your getting at here. You want me to make love to you but without going all the way, right?" 

"Yeah. I'd just like to enjoy your body, Walter. To find out a little bit about what it will be like. Would that be ok, honey?" she replied shyly. After what Dana Scully had told her regarding Walter's anatomy she was really dying to get a look anyway - at all of him. She all ready knew about some of it. For one thing she knew he was scarred from both Luis Cardinal's assassination attempt and the war as well. But she wanted to know it all now, and before the wedding night. She didn't want to be caught completely flatfooted on the honeymoon. She had conquered enough of her fear to be really curious as well. 

Skinner studied her face. He saw the mixture of desire and curiosity written there. It was very touching. It was also a hell of a turn on. He felt his cock jump in his pants. Yeah. He'd be happy to oblige her with a little show and tell. It would be fun. He had no problem doing anything she wanted without going all the way. He could practice restraint. There were certainly things he could do for her that wouldn't involve actual intercourse. He'd let her run the show. Like Mulder said - let her take the lead and go with the flow. 

Besides that issue he really did want her to see his scars too. He knew he had described them accurately but seeing them always gave his lovers pause no matter how much he prepared them ahead of time. He stretched his hand up and caressed Kim's face. 

"Babe, if it will make you more comfortable I'll strip like those guys in that *Full Monty* movie. Just say the word..." 

"Oh God!" she giggled, "No, I wouldn't make you do that Walter. But...I would like to see you take your clothes off for me." 

"Kim! I'm shocked - you really are a wicked woman aren't you?" Walter smiled broadly at her. 

"I'm going to get a hell of a lot more wicked if you aren't careful, Mr. A.D. I may take you up on that Chippendale scenario if you're not careful." 

Skinner laughed, "Hey, you don't think I can do that thing? Strip like one of those dancers?" 

"Walter!" 

"Really, I'm serious - you don't think I can do it do you?" 

Kimberly was almost helpless with laughter. She didn't know what she thought. Walter was - Lord he was the Assistant Director - the Boss. Oh Lord it was too much. But, she decided to go along with the idea. He was laughing as well. She knew what he was trying to do and she loved him even more for it. 

"Well..." 

"See - I knew it. Well, you just wait a second.." 

He got up off the couch and walked over to the entertainment center in front of it. He opened up the cabinet that held all his CDs and started to rummage around. 

"Ok. So I'm probably going to make a fool out of myself," he thought wryly. Well, what the fuck. He felt like a kid again anyway. He might as well go for it. He knew he must have some appropriate strip type music in here somewhere he thought with amusement. Well, maybe not...oh hang on, this might do he grinned to himself. He pulled out an old CD he had ordered years ago to satisfy his mail order obligation with Columbia House CD club. *Adam and the Ants* Cripes. Not his cup of tea at all. But there was one song on it that might suit him just fine right now. *Physical*. O-K here goes nothing. He winced a little and pulled the CD out of the rack. 

"Ok, this should do it. Now, sit back Ms. Cook and prepare to be dazzled," he laughed his booming laugh. At least I hope so," he prayed inwardly not to make a complete ass out of himself. He knew he wasn't totally graceless - in fact he wasn't a bad dancer. But this was just a little bit different. 

Kimberly settled back on the couch. She was trying to suppress a serious case of near hysterical laughter. She managed with Herculean effort to get herself under control except for the huge smile that would not leave her face. 

"Too bad we don't have a spotlight," she giggled. 

"Spotlight - baby I'm gonna blind you as it is - you won't need the extra light," Skinner smirked. He put the CD in the Sony player, turned it on and cranked the volume up to nearly full blast. He hoped Clarence and Darrow liked loud rock music he thought distantly as the first strains of Adam Ant's ode to raw physical attraction spilled out of the speakers. 

Skinner did manage a pretty good job of it when all was said and done. He did have a conscious idea of his assets after all. Women had told him enough over the years that he knew he had a hard body. And for God's sake - his three days a week in the FBI gym with the weights and in the pool had kept his body in top shape. He really didn't know what he should be embarrassed about - he was in damn good form for a 46 year old man. 

So, by the time the song rolled around to the second chorus of "But Your So Physical for Me" he had divested himself of his blue work shirt and t-shirt and done a passable job of flexing his biceps for Kim. She was really loving it too. She clapped with each button he slowly undid, and then let rip with a very loud whistle for all the posturing. He was having a really difficult time keeping a straight face by this point. But he tried. If he started to laugh he'd dissolve under the humor and he really did want to get through the whole show. 

He kicked off his sneakers. OK this was going to be the moment of truth he thought. He was grateful he had dressed in his blue Fruit of the Looms this morning. At least he wasn't in white. That would have been boring he thought. All the laughing, dancing, and yeah - embarrassment had cooled his ardor a bit too he thought with irony. He was only a little bit erect now so at least he wasn't going to be swinging a huge hard-on in her face he thought with relief. 

He started to unbuckle his belt. He looked up at Kim to gauge her reaction. She was a little more quiet now but that was ok. She looked excited - not really as afraid anymore. This had been a good idea he thought as he pulled his belt out of the jeans loops and flung it over onto one of the nearby stuffed chairs. 

He turned his back on her then. Ok, he really did know his strong points after all. Dana Scully had told him once that the women agents at the bureau had a double meaning when they'd called him tight-assed. He pulled his jeans down just a bit and his briefs as well. He glanced back over his shoulder and grinned. 

"Oooh, very nice, sir. Back that up over here," Kimberly laughed. 

"Your wish is my command," he laughed and danced back closer to the couch. Kimberly reached out for the waistband of his jeans. He caught her movement out of the corner of his eye. 

"Uh, uh - look but don't touch. Not yet!" he wagged a finger at her. Then he turned to face the stereo again. He took a deep breath and pulled down his jeans. He wasn't quite ready to remove the briefs yet but that was coming soon enough.

"Oh my!" Kim exclaimed as she got a look at his well muscled legs. Mighty fine they were too she thought. Walter had just the right amount of body hair too. A nice amount on his chest, stomach and legs and none on his back. "Thank God for small favors," she thought. One thing she wasn't too fond of was a man with hair on his back. 

He turned around to face her and teased his briefs down a bit. She was laughing again as he postured for her. 

"I wish I had a 5 in my pocket, Walter. I'd love to put it in the waistband of those things," she choked out between breathless gasps of mirth. 

"A 5? Lady - I'm worth at least a 20." 

"50." 

"Let's make that a hundred," Kimberly whispered all laughter gone out of her voice as she stared below his waist. 

"Oh Jesus..." he hissed, "hey, I know the scar is..." 

"I don't mean the scar Walter." 

"Oh...sorry," he replied quietly. He held his breath. The next few moments would mean a lot to them both. He waited for her to make the next move. 

"You're beautiful..." she commented quietly, "come here," she added stretching out her right hand. 

Walter walked forward and stood close to her knees. She shifted up and then incredibly she reached out and took his cock in her hand. 

Skinner took in a sharp breath, "Oh, honey..." 

"This is really magnificent, Walter, I mean it. I..." 

"Babe, you...Christ all mighty..." he swallowed. His throat worked convulsively as she hefted his penis. He looked down at her face. She was pursing her lips, really lost in thought. She was analyzing him. Feeling the weight, the texture, his width and length. The last two measurements were changing by the second as she went on with her examination. She brought her other hand up to finger his balls in their sack. 

"These are nice too, Walter," she added seductively, "is this ok?" she asked, "I mean touching you like this?" 

"Are your kidding - God!" 

She laughed her musical laugh, "Well you know me - it's the lawyer coming out. I like to analyze things. So if this is too clinical..." 

"I am beyond caring, Kim. Really," he replied shutting his eyes. 

She chuckled again. Then she whispered, "Do you want me to jerk you off?" 

His eyes came open instantly. 

"What?" 

"I'd like to do it, Walter. I'd like to make you come." 

"Oh Kim..." 

"Please - I...I want to do this for you." 

"But Kim what about...this isn't really fair. I wanted...I thought." 

"Walter it's ok - really. This is going to help me more then you can ever imagine. And it's a complete turn on too. I can wait. Just let me do this for you." 

Skinner looked down into her eyes. His chest filled with his love for her. This was such a simple act, a simple request really but it filled him with emotion. 

"I love you, Kim," he whispered nodding. 

"Just tell me what feels good, Walter." 

"Ok but listen, let me get my briefs, uh...this is going to get a little...damp later..." he smiled down at her. 

"Oh, right," she nodded. He walked over and grabbed the briefs. He came back over and stood in front of her. She spread her knees slightly and he stepped between them. 

"You know women's legs are much stronger in comparison to mens, don't you Walter?" she joked giving his legs a squeeze." 

"I feel that Ms. Cook." 

"Very perceptive of you, Mr. Skinner." 

She took his cock into her hand again and began to stroke it. He was getting harder of course. She was giving him a pretty good hand job he thought. At least as good as he could do for himself. And hell the fact that she was even trying to do it was sending him into orbit. He'd get completely erect fast if she kept it up. He began to breath raggedly. He looked down into her face to see how she was reacting to his size. 

"Is this good?" she asked quietly. Kimberly was suddenly glad that she had borrowed one of Stacey's tapes at least. There had been a very graphic scene of just what she was doing now. So, she had some idea about how to really please Walter. 

"Oh yeah, very gggood," he replied stuttering a little. He shut his eyes for a minute to gain some control. He wanted to hold back so she could have time to get used to things before he shot his wad. She was enjoying it too he thought with relief. He was *really* enjoying it. Before long he was as hard as a rock. He opened his eyes and glanced down again. 

"So, is...what do you think?" he asked huskily. 

"Oh, Walter - do you even have to ask? This is wonderful. I...I love you so much," she smiled and then she began to pick up the pace with her hand. She seemed to know just how he liked it really. He really couldn't have done a better job fisting himself he thought with approval and appreciation. 

She continued to pump him and he began to buck his hips slightly with pleasure. He started to leak pre-cum. He knew he was getting close to climaxing. 

"Walter, what?" Kimberly started to ask. 

"It's...ok, normal..." he managed to gasp out. 

"Good?" she asked again for reassurance. Kimberly was enjoying the whole experience. She looked up into Walter's face and the look of pure pleasure, desire and love that she saw made her heart fill with joy. She had just wanted to give him this - this experience more then anything in the world that afternoon. She would wait to let him touch her until after she was done enjoying his response. It was really making her hot. She wanted to be completely aroused, really worked up before she let him touch her. She was there now - wet as hell between her legs and panting to have Walter's hands and yes, his mouth even right where her inner juices were soaking her. 

"Oh Jesus, Kim...I..Oh God. Just...a little harder. Yeah, that's...oh shit..." 

He knew that was just about it. His hips were really bucking into her hand now and he could feel his balls starting to contract with that wonderful pressure he felt just before he was about to erupt like a volcano. 

"Babe...I'm gonna...Oh..." 

He had just enough time to shift his briefs around in front of his crotch before his orgasm took him. It hit him like a hammer pounding into an anvil. He threw his head back and moaned deep in his throat. "Oh fuck," he groaned. His hips jerked spasmodically with the intensity of his climax. He was dimly aware through the roaring in his ears that he was shooting cum past her hand and onto the floor. Very little was hitting the briefs. He kept thrusting and she kept pumping him as well wringing out every last bit of a really powerful climax. He sagged against her. The fact that she had very strong legs suddenly became a very big plus he thought as he trembled through the final spasms. He was weak in the knees. 

"Lady, I...I have to sit down," he breathed out raggedly. 

"Lord, Walter that...sit down," she whispered. She pulled him forward and released his legs. He shifted over and fell back next to her on the couch, carrying his briefs in his hand. He glanced down. It definitely looked like most of him had ended up elsewhere. He wiped the few traces of himself off with the Fruit of the Looms. 

"Walter that was marvelous," she breathed steadily. He chuckled breathlessly. He was looking down at his feet. 

"What?" she asked, giggling back at him. 

"Woman, you didn't even let me get my socks off," he rumbled flexing his toes inside his white athletic socks. 

"Oh Lord," she laughed heartily. Then she reached over and touched between his eyes, "You didn't take these off either did you?" she asked removing his specs. She placed them carefully on the coffee table. She moved over close and began to kiss him. 

"Kim...honey...I'm...Jesus - I'm still a little sticky here..." he glanced around her head at the briefs he was holding gingerly by the waistband. 

"Doesn't matter..." she whispered after she broke the kiss. 

He grinned into her eyes. He dropped the briefs onto the floor next to the couch. When she gripped his head and kissed him there was hardly any sign of him on her gentle fingers. 

They began to move their mouths together again, tasting, tantalizing, sucking. Kim moaned. Walter drew her closer. 

"Do you want me to...undress you?" he asked quietly watching her face. She wasn't anywhere near as nervous now. She was aroused, lovely beyond words. He nuzzled her neck. 

"Yes, I...I want to be naked against you," she whispered. 

He looked in her face for a moment, "Kim you trust me don't you?" 

"Because I know you don't want me to...to penetrate you. But, I...I can do a lot here...you just need to let me know what you're comfortable with, all right?" 

"All right, Walter. I'd like you to undress me," she smiled, "What's sauce for the goose, after all." 

Walter smiled and began to pull up her t-shirt. She helped him by shifting up and he pulled it off over her head. The bra came next, slowly and gently. He stopped to admire her exquisite breasts. 

"Kim, you're beautiful," he smiled at her. 

"Do you like this?" he asked quietly. 

"Oh yeah," she whispered smiling again. 

He bent his head forward and began to suckle at her breast. 

"Oh God..." she moaned and arched up into his mouth. He smiled around her heavy warm flesh. 

He gave her other breast the same attention. 

He began to work his hands and mouth down her body. He kissed her belly button, ran his tongue around inside it and then brought his mouth back up to capture her mouth. Once again they devoured each other. Soon they were both moaning and rocking into each other's bodies in an imitation of what both of them knew would happen eventually. Not that afternoon but soon enough. Kimberly rocked back and giggled. 

"God, Walter - you are some kisser." 

"Well, thank you madam. I can only say the same for you." 

She glanced down at his cock. He was still flaccid. Well, he was going to stay that way for a bit. At his age things just didn't jump to attention as quickly as they did when he was 20. It was lucky Kimberly *didn't* want him to put it to her. She might be waiting until Jay Leno was performing his monologue before Walter was ready for the horizontal bop again. 

"No go there, Babe. Uh...sorry to admit it but Walter's not the young stud he used to be. This old Marine isn't always ready to come to attention that fast these days." 

"Oh, well..." 

"Hey, it's ok, Kim. This is about you now anyway. Listen, why don't you...can I hold you in my lap - I'd like to. It would feel good." 

"I'd like that a lot, Walter. I love to feel your arms holding me." They worked to remove her jeans and then her underwear, socks and shoes as well. She was nude in short order. 

Walter whispered in her ear, "You look like an angel." She smiled shyly up at him from beneath her eyelashes. 

"Ok, come on over here then," he smiled patting his thighs. Kim shifted and straddled his hips. She wriggled a bit and got comfortable. She was actually sitting over his cock and balls. If he had been erect the wedding night intercourse idea would have been a moot point. But even flaccid she felt good - hot and wet against his genitals. He lay back against the couch cushions and admired the view. 

"Tickles," she laughed. 

"What?" 

"Your pubic hair," she laughed. 

Walter actually blushed, "Lord, Kim have you no shame?" 

"No any more, lover," she replied her eyes dancing. 

They began to make love then, love without that last ultimate, intimate connection. Walter respected her wishes to wait for the wedding night on that aspect of their lovemaking. But he went as far as she wanted. It was more then far enough for him as well after the incredible climax he had all ready experienced anyway. If he did feel himself begin to get hard he'd let her up so there wouldn't be a problem there either. 

She was moaning and moving in his lap, rubbing herself against his cock sinuously like a cat. His breathing quickened again. He worked one hand down between her thighs and felt her wetness. She was soaking in it. He smiled as he teased her clit for the first time. She jumped slightly. 

"Is it ok?" he asked quickly removing his hand. 

"Oh, s'fine really," she breathed raggedly, "I...I'm a little sensitive that's all..." 

"Oh, well...uh...Can you show me how you'd like it. I'm a pretty good student you know," he smiled up at her. 

Walter looked at her under hooded eyes. He'd noticed the seductive grin. He suspected she had at least beat off. Now she'd confirmed it. 

"What makes me think you've done this?" he asked very gently tweaking the sensitive spot again. 

She giggled, "All right. Of course I've done it. And you know who I was fantasizing about when I did too, so just put a sock on it," she laughed. 

"Flattery will get you nowhere," he teased. He removed his hand as hers snaked down to replace it. 

He sat back and took in the wonderful sight of his lover instructing him on how she liked to pleasure herself. He placed a hand on either side of her, resting them on her hips so that he could feel her when she began to move over him again. 

She began tugging and stroking her clit, applying just the amount of pressure and friction that she found enjoyable. She began to rotate and thrust her hips slightly. She bit her lower lip and whimpered in her throat. 

"Baby, you look gorgeous," Walter whispered as she concentrated on going higher towards her own orgasm. 

Walter moved his hand back down between her thighs. He tested the opening between her legs. She was tight. He expected that. But she was so wet he thought he might be able to work one finger in. She was really picking up the pace with her own hand. Working her hips back and forth over his cock and balls, using them to stimulate herself as well. 

She felt him begin to push a large finger into her. 

"God..." she moaned. 

"Take a breath, lover, relax," he whispered. She took in a short intake of air and he was able to get his finger into her then. He angled his finger up slightly and began to pump into her very gently. 

"Oh Dear Lord..." she gasped. 

He held her hip gently but firmly with his other hand as she began to lose control. She was writhing against him. She lost her grip on her own body. Walter removed his hand from her hip and let it join his other hand between her legs. He worked her from within and without then. Her arms flew up to hug her breasts. She began to stroke her nipples. She pumped up and down onto his hand as he finger fucked her. 

"S'good...Ohhhhh," She moaned incoherently. 

Walter felt her body begin to tense up then. She was going to go over. He gave her one or two more powerful thrusts, gripping her entire cunt in his strong hands. 

"Oh GGODDDDD!" she screamed. She threw her head back then and her scream cut off in her throat as she began to squeeze down on his hand like a vice. It felt like her entire body was convulsing with the force of her orgasm. It was a fantastic sight. 

"Jesus, Kim! Oh babe, that's it, that's it..." Skinner murmured as she bucked and thrust against him. 

"Uhhhhhhhh," she groaned finally taking a long breath. 

"I love you...so beautiful," he whispered as he watched the phenomenal sight of his lover's face transformed in ecstasy. 

"Oh God, I love you," she whispered as he held her in his embrace. 

xXx 

October 1 - Dana Scully's apartment. The bedroom. 

"Mulder..." Scully murmured sleepily. 

"Hmmmm?" 

"I am now." 

"No, it, it's ok...what's up?" Mulder yawned. He had just drifted off so he found it relatively easy to focus again. They had finished making love and the post-coital cuddling and warmth of Scully's body and bed had sent him to dream land in her arms. 

"I still can't believe Kim's uncle and aunt aren't coming to the wedding." 

Mulder opened his eyes fully and looked into his partner's face. It was dark in the room but the close proximity allowed him to see the worry mixed with disappointment on her face. He kissed her lightly on the forehead. 

"I think it was rotten too, Scully. They should have their heads examined." 

"What a terrible thing to contemplate - not having anyone to give you away. For God's sake - every bride has someone to give her away. With her Father dead, Kim's uncle would have been the logical choice to stand up for her." 

"Sure, you and I know that but obviously her uncle didn't or he did, and just didn't give a shit." 

"I know it's a rotten situation but she did come up with a solution." Mulder replied rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

Mulder sat up also and they leaned back against the headboard, seated side by side. The fact that they were both nude didn't distract him at all for the moment. He was preoccupied with the idea that Scully was upset. Dana Scully tucked her knees up under her chin and wrapped her arms around them. 

"Mulder, I wouldn't call asking Byers to give her away at the wedding a solution - I mean God, that means all of them will be coming to the wedding." 

Mulder chuckled a little. Yeah he'd thought it had been kind of a strange twist of fate that John Byers was going to be the one to give Kimberly away. But it was after all, one of life's lucky little coincidences. 

"Well, she's known him since high school, Scully. And she worked with him at the FCC before she came to the bureau for crying out loud. They have a history there. I mean...she even went out with him." 

"He's like a brother to her," Mulder added putting his arm around Scully's shoulders. Byers and Kim were good friends. When he had talked to Byers about the situation he'd asked him why he hadn't tried to make a relationship with her. The bearded Lone Gunmen had shrugged his shoulders and told him it was obvious when he was with her that her heart was elsewhere. Meaning Walter Skinner. Kim had just gone out with him to see if she could shake her feelings for the A.D. It quickly became apparent to Byers that there was no way in hell she was going to forget about her boss. 

It was also a fact that Byers didn't want to go there at all anyway. Competing with even the fantasy of her and Skinner together wasn't something he wanted to get involved with at all. But they had stayed friends. The break up had been amiable. 

So, when she had asked him to give her away at the wedding he had accepted the job without hesitation telling her it would be an honor. He really was happy for her and very flattered that she would consider including him in her plans. 

Scully just stared at him without answering. Mulder grinned a little to try to lighten the mood. 

"Well at least he owns a suit," he added wryly. 

"But Frohike and Langly at the wedding? I mean God, Mulder, Skinner is going to bust a gut over those two." 

"Well I read them the riot act - they're going to wear suits. Langly even went out and bought one - so I know they took me seriously." 

"Oh I can just see what he bought now," she rolled her eyes. 

"Come on Scully, cut them some slack all right? It'll be fine. If they screw it up they know we'll both be pissed at them. You know Melvin Frohike would rather die than have you angry at him." 

Scully did laugh a little at that picture. 

"Oh, I know you're right Mulder. It's just that...well, I want everything to be perfect for them. I'd hate to have those three ball things up on Halloween." 

"Ball things up?" Mulder guffawed.

"Oh, you know what I mean." 

"Do I?" Mulder replied trailing his hand down her shoulder and onto her breast. He smirked. Yep, he was getting hard again. The fact that his loins were only lightly covered by the bed sheet made that fact plain to see. He glanced down just in time to see his cock twitch slightly. He swallowed air. God that felt good he thought bemused. She could get him hard so fast. 

Scully followed his eyes. A smile played across her lips. She reached down and stroked him through the sheet. He grimaced in pleasure. Yes, not doubt about it - he was hard, hot and ready for action. 

"I think part of you knows just what I mean," she purred seductively. 

"Well, in that case, come on over here and let me show just how knowledgeable *part of me* can be." 

Dana Scully pulled the sheet back and Mulder's erection saluted them both. She laughed and then shifted to straddle Mulder's thighs. Mulder shifted down, laughing softly and taking her with him until he was lying flat beneath her. He looked up into her dancing eyes. 

"You're so beautiful, Scully. I love you so much." 

"I love you too, Mulder," she replied huskily. And without further debate, discussion or stimulating conversation, she levered up and slid down over his cock. 

"Oh, God," Mulder moaned. 

"Surprise." Scully replied breathlessly as she began to ride him. 

xXx 

October 31st - Halloween. 11 AM 

The wedding was held at Walter's Mother's house in Ambler, Pennsylvania. Esther Skinner had indeed risen to the occasion and the arrangements were perfect. They had opted for an outdoor ceremony with a contingency plan to move indoors if Mother Nature wouldn't cooperate. Luckily she did. It turned out to be a gorgeous Indian summer day even though it was late in October. 

So, the ceremony was to he held in the formal flower garden in the back of the restored Victorian that served as the Skinner family residence. The garden was still resplendent in fall foliage. It had been a mild fall and the leaves had changed late and were still on the trees for the most part. 

Fresh flowers had been set out as well. The whole effect was rather breathtaking. 

The groomsmen were Mulder - completely devastating as far as Scully was concerned in his orange cumberbun and Victorian style morning coat tuxedo - Jim Moriarity, and Roger Barker, Sylvia's husband. 

Of course John Byers stood by, nattily dressed in a stylish Brooks Brothers suit, waiting to give the bride away. 

And last but not least, Melvin Frohike and Ringo Langly sat at the back of the guest seats on their best behavior. Both were dressed in identical black Versace suits. Scully almost passed out because they actually looked good. Frohike had shaved and Langly had even tied his unruly blonde hair back with some kind of Celtic looking clasp. Mulder told her they had both dropped a bundle on the suits and she believed it. He said they had done it out of respect for both the bride and groom and had pledged on their kung fu hacker's code of honor to mind their Ps and Qs. 

All and all about 40 people. Not too large. Everything was winding towards the magic hour. But there were some minor problems... 

xXx 

Walter Skinner's old bedroom, The Skinner family residence... 

"Mulder can you...can you help me with this damn thing," Skinner was trying to tie the old fashioned Victorian cravat and it was giving him a gut ache. "Christ on a crutch," he swore. 

"Oh, yeah, hang on," Mulder got up off the bed where he had been seated reading the paper." 

He stood in front of Skinner and began to tie the cravat with expert deftness. 

"How the hell did you do that?" Skinner asked in appreciation. 

Mulder looked into his eyes. He thought he looked like he was going to die. God. He was as nervous as hell. He resisted the urge to laugh really loud at the vision of hard as nails Assistant Director Walter Skinner shaking in his shoes on his wedding day. 

"I paid attention during the fitting, Walter." 

"Yeah, well I was there too..." 

"I said I paid attention. Paying attention and being there are world's apart, if you'll pardon me for pointing that out." 

"Fine. Good God, Mulder, I'm dying here." 

"It looks like you're going to cook in that morning coat." Mulder observed. Skinner was sweating bullets. 

"Oh shit - is it that bad?" he asked turning to look in the full length mirror that stood behind him on it's floorstand. 

"Oh Jesus - I look like I took a bath in this monkey suit." 

"Well, it's not that much of a tragedy. Listen. Why don't you go in the can and wipe your face on a hand towel," Mulder reassured him. 

"Yeah, ok..." Skinner agreed in desperation. He was more miserable by the minute. He hoped to hell the ceremony was over fast. He just wanted to get it over with now. He retreated to the bathroom. 

Mulder stood reading the paper again where it lay on the bed. When Skinner returned he looked at him with relief. He looked much better. 

"Hey, you look much better, Walter. How are you feeling now?" 

"Like Luis Cardinal gut shot me again." 

"Well...just shut your eyes and think of England, Walter. It'll fit in with the theme anyway." 

"Oh thanks, I feel *so* much better now." 

Mulder chuckled., "It'll be over soon, sir." 

"I hope to God so. This is the longest friggin' day I've had in ages." 

"It's almost time to go downstairs. Have you got a handkerchief? Wouldn't want our specs to end up at the end of your nose would we?" Mulder asked coming to stand in front of the older man again. He adjusted Skinner's cravat one more time and the brushed off his lapels." 

"Yeah, I've got a handkerchief. Have you got the rings?" 

Mulder got a panicked look on his face for a moment. He patted his pockets frantically. Skinner went white. 

"Mulder?" he growled. 

"Sorry, sorry, that was cruel. It's just that it's the third time you've asked, Walter. Don't worry. I've got the rings." 

"You asshole - if you pull something like that downstairs..." 

"No worries, Walter. You give me more credit then that don't you? Mulder replied. He was a bit offended of course but under the pressure and stress he guessed he could more then understand Skinner's ire at the perhaps inappropriate practical joke. 

Skinner pinned Mulder's eyes. His face softened, "Yeah, I do, Mulder. And Fox..." 

"Yes?" 

"Thank you for everything." 

"Hey, my pleasure, Walter," he glanced at his watch, "Well, it's time. Ready?" 

"As I'll ever be," Skinner answered and the two men got ready to leave the room and go downstairs. 

xXx 

In Esther Skinners guest room, simultaneously... 

"Dana did you see my bouquet?" 

Kimberly Cook soon to be Kimberly Skinner stood in front of the full length mirror adjusting her gown. It had a medium sized train and she was practicing gathering it up herself for the trip downstairs. Dana Scully had just come out of the bathroom as Kim asked her question. 

"The flowers? Wait. Oh yes, here they are," she replied walking across the room. She picked the bouquet up from the window seat and brought it over to Kim. 

"Do you want me to put this on the dresser?" she asked. 

"Great, thanks," she replied. There was a tiny tremor in her voice. She was nervous but not overly so. She was looking forward to the ceremony. Father Glasspool, the Episcopalian minister Esther Skinner had arranged to have perform the ceremony was a charming and very jovial man and she knew everything would go well. Esther had been just wonderful as well. The wedding would go off like clock work and Kim didn't have to lift a finger at this point really. She could go on autopilot practically, say "I do" and have her wedding cake without worrying about a thing. All the pre-wedding stuff had gone fine too - the blood tests, license, etc. The reception was going to be at a local country club. Well, she had no worries. Even the prospect of her wedding night didn't frighten her that much any longer. 

"Kim, you look exquisite," she said quietly giving her hand a little squeeze. 

"Oh thank you honey. It is a lovely gown, isn't it. I know Walter's going to like it." 

"His eyes are going to drop out of his head," Dana laughed and let go of her hand. 

"You look rather stunning yourself, Agent Scully," Kim laughed in return. 

Scully did a little turn and curtsied in her long Victorian gown. 

"Why thank your Mrs. Skinner." 

"Boy, I'll have to get used to that," Kim smiled, "Stacey said people would address her as Mrs. Phillips and she wouldn't answer for at least two months after her wedding." 

"Yes, it takes an adjustment I guess," Dana answered. If she and Mulder ever did walk down the aisle she wondered idly if they'd still call each other Mulder and Scully. Yeah, she thought they might. And what the hell. She did like it. She smiled at Kimberly. 

"How are you doing with the honeymoon night jitters?" she asked gently. 

"I think so too, Hon," Dana replied with a smile. She had been very relieved when Kim had alluded to what she and Walter had experienced together. She could see Kim had more confidence now and it made her glad. 

There was a knock at the door. Dana walked over and opened it. Esther Skinner, tall and patrician woman that she was dressed in her Victorian formalwear entered the room.

"Oh, you look spectacular, Kimberly. You're going to knock their socks off!" she laughed placing her hands together. 

"Thanks, Mom," she laughed, smiling wide. One of the first things Esther had said to her after she became sure of Kimberly's intentions was "Drop the Esther, please, I feel like a biblical heroine every time you call me that dear. Just call me Mom. It's a hell of a lot shorter anyway." Kimberly still couldn't get over how much Esther was like Walter. It tickled her to no end. 

"So, are we ready to get the show on the road, ladies?" Esther asked looking from Dana to Kimberly. 

"As ready as I'll ever be," Kimberly replied gathering her train up and placing it over her arm. 

xXx 

Walter Skinner and Fox Mulder walked down the stairs, through the house and out into the garden at the back. Mulder grinned to himself. Skinner was completely in control again. He had fallen back on the old A.D. Walter Skinner composure without too much trouble. He didn't look as stern though. His expression was more a mixture of relaxation techniques he had learned in therapy and tough ex-Marine guts. But it was more an inner calm then a tight look. But still Mulder thought it was shear will power that was getting him through the large bay window/doors at the back of the house and into the formal garden to meet his bride. 

When they walked out onto the flagstone patio just outside the doors they got their first glimpse of the small crowd of guests, Esther, the bridesmaids, Dana Scully, the groomsmen, Byers, the minister and then Kimberly Cook. Skinner stopped dead in his tracks. 

"Jesus," he whispered. 

Skinner glanced in the direction of Mulder's gaze and grinned. He slapped Mulder lightly between the shoulder blades. 

"You'd better think about making this trip someday yourself, Mulder, you've got it bad my friend," Skinner rumbled with good humor. 

Mulder's gaze didn't waver, "Right now Walter, that thought appeals to me more then you could ever know." 

Skinner smiled again, "Well, Mulder, let's get this show on the road." 

Both men stepped off the patio and went to join the loves of their lives under the shade trees in the formal garden of a Victorian house in Ambler, Pennsylvania. 

xXx 

November 1, All Saints Day - on a long highway leading north... 

Skinner sat behind the wheel of the Oldsmobile Intrigue and squinted into the setting sun. "Great, there's the exit sign," he thought, *Crossroads Maine* it said. All right, not much longer. He was tired. He wanted to just take his shoes off and relax after the drive. He glanced over at Kimberly and smiled. She was asleep. Poor woman he thought. The wedding and reception had really taken their toll. She had been drowsy by the end of the afternoon when they had excused themselves to leave for the honeymoon. 

Neither one of them had been very hungry after the reception meal but they had stopped on the road to get a light snack, use the restrooms and stretch their legs. Walter had also ordered some coffee to keep himself more alert. He was doing all right but he would be more then happy to reach their destination. 

Walter noticed Kimberly's wedding band as it glittered in the autumn sunset. Husband and wife he mused. God it felt so good. And he could hardly wait until Kimberly found out about his honeymoon surprise. Well the second part of the surprise. 

The first part had been the trip to Maine. Crossroads was a special place for Walter Skinner. When he had told Kimberly about this part of the plan the day before the wedding she had been thrilled about it. 

Walter explained that the summer before he enlisted in the marines he had gone up to Crossroads to stay with his uncle Russ. His uncle had a small fishing business in Crossroads and Walter had agreed to work for him, on a fishing boat for the summer. In truth, Esther had talked him into staying with her brother because Russ was a tough son of a bitch and she knew he would help the 18 year old Walter to come to his good senses. He had been heavily into his rebellious phase at that point and Esther clearly had had enough. 

So, Walter Skinner fisherman was whipped into shape by his uncle that summer. Walter got tan and hard muscled, grew 2 more inches, learned to appreciate the finer points of salt water seafood, and finally lost his virginity to a girl named Maggie Flynn. Uncle Russ had done one last thing for Walter before he left to return to Ambler. He had talked him into joining the Marines. Walter didn't know to this day whether he felt like thanking him or cursing him. 

But that summer had been idyllic and the memory was a soft and pleasant one for him. He knew that Kimberly would love the quaint little town of Crossroads. The historic houses, antique stores, fishing boats and other attractions. The town hadn't changed much since his summer there. It's historic status kept it that way. Yes, Crossroads was a sleepy little Maine town overlooking the ocean. Serene, safe and comfortable. Just what Walter thought they would need for the honeymoon - especially the honeymoon night. 

And that brought him to the second part of his surprise. The part he hadn't told Kimberly. Well he had told her about the Bed and Breakfast. The B&B was run by a guy he met that summer while working for his uncle. A local kid who had been the same age as Walter. Tim Stoller. Tim had enlisted in Nam around the same time Walter did but he was in the Airforce. By coincidence he had been piloting the Evac helicopter that had pulled Walter out of the jungle after he had been wounded in combat. Of course he had recognized his old friend and after Walter had come round in the MASH unit after surgery, Tim had visited him several times. They had stayed in touch on and off after the war. Tim's B&B was the first place that came to mind when Mulder had mentioned safe and comfortable in the bar near his apartment. Walter had stayed there once after his divorce to get his head together (after the incident with the prostitute), and it had been incredibly restful. 

So he had called Tim up and booked a room for their honeymoon. But what he hadn't told Kimberly was he hadn't just booked a room. For the second time in his life (the first time being buying the Chevy of course), Walter Skinner had taken advantage of his family fortune. He had tapped his hefty savings account and reserved every room in the B&B for a week. He and Kimberly would be the only guests. Tim and his wife lived there but they would be on the bottom floor. Kimberly and Walter Skinner would be in the honeymoon suite on the top floor with the windows and balcony that overlooked the ocean. It was a breathtaking view and Walter was really looking forward to Kimberly's reaction when she saw it. 

Now he drove towards Crossroads with a light touch on the wheel and joy in his heart, his new wife dozing and dreamily smiling in the passenger seat beside him. 

xXx 

Over the Thereshold.... 

"Walter, you will not - you're exhausted." 

"Kim every new husband carries his wife over the threshold. Just be still," Walter laughed. 

They stood outside the honeymoon sweet at Stoller's Bed and Breakfast, their luggage at their feet and laughing like hell. 

"Hey, remember - you've seen my pecs, baby - you know I can handle it - no sweat." 

Kimberly dissolved into helpless mirth. She raised her arms up, "All right, lift away, *Ahnold*..." 

The room was dark. It was a new moon and no moonlight came through the large balcony windows. 

"That's far enough, Mr. *My pecs are like Kevin Sorbos* Skinner. Put me down, really I don't want you to hurt yourself or bump into something in the dark. If you drop me we might both end up in traction." 

"You're not implying that you're heavy or I'm night blind are you, wife?" he grinned into her face. 

"I swear to God Walter, I'm going to slap you in the ass in a minute...." 

"Oh yeah - is that a promise?" 

"Just keep it up and..." Skinner cut off her protests with a kiss. She returned it eagerly. He kept holding her in his arms until he felt his legs begin to feel the strain just a bit and then he released her mouth and gently lowered her to the floor. Pretty good breath control for an old man he thought. Well, that was good to know. It might come in handy later he thought with an inner smile. 

"Good Lord, Honey..." Kim was breathless. 

"What was that remark about Kevin Sorbo?" 

"Never mind!" she laughed. 

Kim turned to survey their accommodations a look of delight on her face. 

"Walter, this is fabulous. I still can't believe you reserved the whole B&B. I mean - honey, you didn't have to do that for me." 

Skinner watched her as she walked about the room admiring the antique decor, the Winslow Homer prints on the walls, the bottle of champagne chilling near the little table and chairs to one side of the balcony doors. The huge Victorian four poster bed. Oh yeah, he had to do it he thought. He'd do anything for her. He loved her beyond words. 

"Kim..." 

"Yes?" 

She turned and looked at him. 

"I just want you to know I would to anything to make you feel safe and comfortable tonight. I wanted us to have our privacy and reserving all the rooms just seemed like...well I thought it was a good idea." 

"Oh honey," she smiled, "I'm not criticizing the idea at all - God - it's like a fairy tale, Walter. I just meant...Oh never mind - it's just my lack of confidence rearing it's ugly head here. You know *I'm not worthy*," she waved her hand in dismissal and let a small smile play across her lips. 

"Kim, don't ever think you're unworthy." 

"I try not to Walter. And don't worry, you make it easy for me to realize I'm not unworthy at all." 

He smiled widely at her, "Hey, why don't you take a look out on the balcony. I know it's dark now, but the view is nice even at night. It's clear, you should be able to see a lot of stars." 

"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed and as he went for the luggage she headed over to the balcony doors. 

When Walter had deposited the luggage in the suite he joined Kimberly on the balcony. He paused for a moment in the doorway to watch her. She was completely lost in the view of the night surf and sky. He walked forward and wrapped his arms around her waist. She rocked gently back against him. They stood like that for a few seconds just enjoying the view and the feeling of intimate contact. 

"Nice was an understatement, Walter," Kimberly said at last. She felt his rumbling chuckle against her back. 

"Well, you know me - Mr. No-Gift for Gab." 

"Now who thinks they're unworthy?" she patted his strong right arm where it held hers. 

"See - there you go - perfect description," she replied, love in her voice. 

"You're pretty spectacular yourself, Mrs. Skinner," he whispered in her ear. 

"You too, Mr. Skinner." 

Walter turned her in his arms and pulled her close. They began to kiss and the view was soon forgotten as they explored each other's taste. 

Kimberly came up for air first. Skinner held her out and looked in her face. She didn't look apprehensive. If anything she still looked a little tired. In truth Skinner was beginning to feel fatigue creeping into his muscles as well. He didn't want to think that either of them would be too tired for the special wedding night that Kimberly had so looked forward too. But it was a real possibility in his case. Christ at his age fatigue could do a lot - including make it very difficult for him to get hard. It had happened to him before once in a blue moon - impotency brought on by lack of rest. Shit he hoped to hell that wasn't going to happen tonight. Best not to even entertain the thought. He had let go of Kimberly's arms during his reverie. 

"Walter?" 

"Oh, sorry I was just letting my mind wander a bit there. Uh, what?" he replied taking her hand. He massaged her fingers. 

She studied his face closely. She thought he looked tired. It had been a long day. He had insisted on doing all the driving so that she could sleep. She wanted to kick herself. She should have insisted he let her drive part of the way. He was trying to keep up a game front but she knew him well enough now to recognize the clear signs of fatigue in him. God knows she had seen the look before when she worked for him and he had driven himself almost to collapse for the damn FBI. 

She also realized that as much as she wanted them to have their special night she had read enough about sexual dysfunction to know what profound fatigue could do to a man. God forbid Walter should think he was letting her down in bed tonight. It would mortally embarrass him at the very least she thought. Her heart swelled with her love for him. She new what she thought was the best thing to do. She faked a little yawn. 

"God, babe, it's no wonder. We've both been on the go since almost 4 AM. It's 10 PM now. I don't know how either of us are still standing," Walter replied relief written in his voice and every line of his body. Thank God, he thought. Saved by the bell. 

Kimberly heard the tone in his voice and saw him relax. She smiled. "Bingo," she thought. He *was* worried. Well, she knew her man after all. It was a good feeling. 

"Could we - I mean could we just have some champagne and go to sleep. I'd really like to cuddle up with you in that wonderfully comfy looking four poster out there," she suggested gesturing with her head back through the balcony doors. 

"Hey, I'd really like to do that too, Kim," he smiled at her then showing her the smile that was just for her. The one that showed every one of his straight, white dazzling teeth. 

xXx 

Dawns Early Light.... 

Walter Skinner woke to the sound of crashing surf. He stretched sleepily and reached over for Kim. She wasn't on the other side of the bed. He had a moment of panic but it disappeared almost immediately when he realized where she was. He smiled. He turned his head towards the open balcony doors. Yup - there she was in her robe - arms resting on the railing, gazing out at the sea. He watched her with pleasure for a few minutes. His view included the champagne bottle, and two champagne glasses on the night stand, his Glock in it's holster next to them, their cell phones, his wallet, cash, specs and ID completing the unique still life. He fished for his specs and put them on. The view was much better without the fuzziness he thought wryly. He glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. Five AM. Jehosophat - it was early. Well, that was ok. He had told Tim they would ring down when they wanted breakfast. He felt refreshed anyway despite the early hour. 

They had done just as Kim suggested last night. Both of them had stripped to their underwear. Kimberly had removed her bra. Walter had opened the champagne with a satisfying pop and poured it for them. They had taken the bottle and the two full glasses over to the bed and climbed up onto it, sitting on top of the bedspread cross legged. It had been great fun just to talk and sip the bubbly. Both of them went through a couple of glasses of the champagne and then their eyelids had grown very heavy. Walter took Kim's glass from her and placed both glasses on the night stand next to him between the bed and the balcony. Walter placed his specs there as well. Then they had drawn the covers back, climbed under and had that cuddle. They had drifted off to sleep, spooned together. It had been one of the most wonderful nights of his life. 

Skinner smiled as he continued to watch Kim. But then he shifted a bit. He realized he had to take a piss. He got up quietly so as not to distract his wife, and padded into the bathroom. He walked over to the toilet, picking up the lid and seat. He reached into his briefs and flipped out his penis. His morning piss hard-on brought a wry smile. Well, that wasn't a bad sign he thought. He *must* be more rested. 

Walter let his mind wander while he emptied his bladder, whistling a snatch of the Wedding March. When he was finished he shook off and rearranged himself. The sink had a mirror over it. He studied his reflection as he washed his hands. Not bad he thought. Skinner ran his hand over his beard stubble. Hope Kim isn't too ticklish he thought. He definitely had it in mind to make up for last night now. He rinsed his mouth out with some of the comlimentary mouthwash that sat in a little basket next to the sink, and then left the bathroom. 

Kim was still on the balcony. Walter walked out to her. She heard his approach and turned. 

"Good morning," she smiled looking him up and down, "Well I'm certainly glad that all this balcony faces is the ocean otherwise I'd be extremely jealous." 

"Jealous?" Walter asked advancing to stand in front of her. 

"Of sharing you with the neighbors," she purred seductively as she stepped into his arms. 

He drew her to him, "Aren't you cold out here?" he asked her, passion making his voice rough. 

"Not now," she replied running a hand over his chest. 

Walter captured her mouth with his. The kiss was hot, searching, deep. Her robe slipped. She was naked beneath it. He moved his hands inside her robe and began to stroke her body, tenderly, senusously. This was familiar territory for them both. Familiar, and oh so sweet. 

She moaned under his hands. For a moment Kim grinned inwardly, "Ah, mint. One of my favorite flavors." She reciprocated his loving touch with wonderful featherlight stroking of her own. Walter groaned slightly as her hands trailed down his stomach and over his cock. 

He pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, "Come back to bed, babe." 

He felt her smile against his cheek. 

"All right," she replied breathlessly. 

He lead her into the bedroom stopping only to close the balcony doors and draw the curtains. The room was still bathed in a dreamy diffuse light. Skinner raised a finger signaling to Kimberly that she should wait a moment and then he went over to his suitcase. He rummaged in it for a second and came back with a small box. 

He returned to her side and taking her hand again, lead her over to the bed. He sat down on the edge drawing her to sit next to him. He held the box in his hands in front of them. 

"Walter, what is it?" she asked in wonder. 

Skinner cleared his throat, "Uh, Kim, this is something I wanted you to have. It belonged to my grandmother actually. But, it's been in the family for a long time. It's been Esther's for years but I asked her if she wouldn't mind if I gave it to you. I...for some reason I never thought to give this too...well. I never asked her to give it to anyone else before you. I want you to have it now because...because you're giving yourself to me. I mean I'm the first for you and...it means a lot to me. I'm sorry, I'm not getting this out right," he mumbled nervously. 

"Walter, you're getting it right," she replied in a very soft voice filled with tears. 

"Oh my God," Kim whispered, "it's exquisite!" 

Kimberly took the ring in its box, "This isn't something you wear every day though Walter, it's a treasure. Why don't you put it back in your luggage for now." 

"But you'll wear it for special occassions won't you? Like maybe our annivesary? That's when Esther wore it - holidays too." 

"Oh that's a marvelous idea. Of course, I'd be happy, honored to wear it then," Kim replied wiping her eyes on her robe sleeve. 

Walter smiled from ear to ear at her. He couldn't speak. If he had, he would have broken down completely. Instead he patted her knee and got back up, walking back across the room. He put the ring carefully back into his luggage. He surreptitiously wiped his eyes before he turned and walked back over to his wife. 

Skinner sat back down next to her on the bed. 

"I love you, Walter," Kim said simply. 

"I love you too, Kim. I...I want to make love to you." 

"I want you..." she whispered. 

She stood up and dropped her robe. He stood up and removed his briefs. He took his glasses off and placed them carefully on the night stand. They climbed onto the bed and pushed back the bed spread and sheets so that they had more room. They sat facing each other again as they had the night before. 

"Are you nervous?" Walter asked quietly. 

"A little. But, I know you won't hurt me, Walter." 

"Kim, that's important. If you have any pain at all tell me immediately. I'll stop. I don't want to cause you any pain if I can help it." 

"Walter I know it may hurt..." 

"Just tell me if it does. We can slow down - all right?" 

"All right," she smiled at him. 

He considered her for a moment, "Kim..." His voice caught again. She looked so radiant, as exquisite as the ring he had just given her. More precious. His heart was racing. He swallowed to calm himself. He noticed his hands were shaking a little. 

"Walter, it's all right, tell me..." she whispered. 

"Uh, there's a couple of different ways we can...we can approach...oh hell - look - what I'm trying to say is how do you want to do this? I guess you have some idea as to positions. I mean I want to do whatever you'd enjoy - whatever might be the most comfortable for you." 

Walter was considering all the options. He'd be willing to do anything for her now to make sure she got pleasure and as little pain as possible. 

"I want you to feel in control, babe. Tell me what you'd like," he added softly stroking her knee. 

Kimberly moved close to him, "Walter, can you hold me like you did that afternoon in your apartment. I'd like that right now." 

"On my lap?" he breathed out raggedly. 

"Yes," she replied softly. 

"I'd like that babe, I really would, but...." 

"What?" 

"Are you sure? It...well you can have more control that way for sure but it might...be a little difficult in terms of taking all of me." 

"Oh. Well, I *would* feel more in control. I feel like I can orchestrate things a little better that way. But if you think..." 

"Hey, what the hell, sure let's give it a go and see how it works out. We can always change if it's uncomfortable," he smiled to reassure her. 

It wasn't the ideal position for a virgin he thought. She was going to be riding his cock and under the circumstances he wasn't sure that was a good idea. But she would have more control over her own position and he'd have better access to her body as well. It was worth a shot. He was willing to try and if it wasn't going well he would maneuver her around for something more traditional. 

He scooted back against the headboard and she followed him. She shifted to straddle his thighs. She was trembling a little. A mixture of anxious anticipation and arousal. Walter touched her cheek. 

"I love you, Mrs. Skinner," he smiled at her again, "You've made me the happiest man on earth, you know that don't you?" 

"I just want to touch you all over," he whispered. 

She shuddered as he moved his hand down her face and onto her neck. She rocked forward, moving up to sit over his genitals and he embraced her, running his hands down her back and onto her ass. She caught his mouth. Their lips parted instantly admitting their tongues, allowing them to dance together. 

He broke the kiss and they both came up for air. 

"You ok, comfortable I mean?" he asked quietly. 

"Oh yes. Are you all right?" 

"God, more then all right. Woman you're making me so hot. Christ on a crutch." 

Kim laughed, "Well, I don't need to tell you what you're doing to me I guess." 

No indeed he thought. She was soaking his lap now and the evidence of her arousal was there as well as over her entire body in the most delicate pink flush he had ever seen. 

"You're wet for me," he replied huskily stating the obvious but striving to compliment her in the process. 

He ran a finger down her neck and onto her right breast, teasing it around her nipple, "I didn't notice you had all these tiny freckles before..." 

"All my life when I get....excited." 

"I like them," he grinned. He replaced his finger with his mouth and nuzzled her. Then he sucked in her heavy flesh. 

"Walter..." she moaned his name. She lifted her breast from below so that he could take in even more and she moved against his mouth as he drew her in. This is what it must feel like to have a child nurse from me she thought idly as his cheeks hollowed with each sucking motion. God it felt good. 

"Oh baby, my baby," she moaned quietly as he sucked. She ran her hands over Walter's scalp. She loved his head. She never thought in a million years that a bald head could be such a turn on. She was loving Walter's lack of hair more by the minute. 

He released that breast and turned his attention to the other. She was beyond words then, reduced to whimpers. But she knew she wanted him to share in the experience. She let her hands travel from his head to the front of his body and down his chest, tweaking his hard male nipples in imitation of what he had done to her earlier. She teased them erect. Walter groaned around her flesh. She ran her hands down his muscular chest and flat stomach reaching his pubic hair. She began to fondle his penis. 

When she started to stroke his cock he released her breasts and sat up straight smiling into her face, "That feels good." 

Kim finally found her voice, "I love the way you feel, Walter, I mean - don't laugh all right - but your skin is so soft - just like a horses nose - you know, when you pet it." 

Walter couldn't help it - he laughed like hell, and Kim laughed as well. When they caught their breath Skinner pinned her eyes. 

"Come up here and find out how *hard* it can get," he rumbled. Jesus, horses nose? He felt like a fucking stallion. Oh yes ma'am. 

He gently pushed her shoulders back to signal that he needed more space. She caught on right away and moved back. She took his cock in her hand and started to pump him just the way he liked it. 

"God woman, you have great hands," he moaned as she worked on getting him completely erect. He was suddenly very happy that they had decided to forgo using the extra protection of latex. Kim's philosphy had been that if the pill failed them they'd just be starting a family a little earlier then planned. He had no problem with that at all. Now he really had no problem with it he chuckled inwardly. Oh no, no sweat on that issue. 

He reached forward and teased her breasts with his hands again, rolling her nipples between his fingers until they were hard little nubs. He bent forward and lapped at each breast in turn. Kim tilted her head back to allow him better access to her neck as well and he nuzzled her as she increased the pace on his dick. 

"Good?" she whispered into his ear. 

"Wonderful," he hissed between clenched teeth. He was holding back all ready. His arousal was almost painful. An excrutiating pleasurable pain however. He swallowed hard. 

"Kim, stop," he gasped out. He didn't want to come yet, no way, "I...better slow down. I feel close." 

She smiled and released him. 

"That felt so good," he told her reaching to stroke her cheek. She tilted her head into his hand. 

"I love doing that for you. I love to see you get hard." 

"I want to touch you," he replied huskily. 

She nodded, licking her lips. 

Walter stared at her mouth. His cock twitched. God those lips! She had shifted even closer to him now and his cock was tipped up between them. It should have been uncomfortable but he found the position unbelievably enjoyable as his penis rubbed against her stomach with each breath either of them took. 

He used the length of his cock to begin rubbing her labia. He reached his hand down and started to rub her sensitive clit simultaneously. She began to move against his hand immediately. 

"Is this good?" he asked mindful of the fact that she *was* sensitive. 

She nodded her head. Her eyes had slipped shut again and she was biting her lower lip as she savored the sensations. Walter was finding out just how wonderfully reponsive and sensuous Kimberly was in bed. It was sending his own passion skyrocketing into the stratosphere. 

She was bucking hard against him. He moved back to take some of the pressure off his cock. He felt himself beginning to leak pre-cum. He'd have to think about trying to get in her soon or they were going to have to wait for later in the day to take that final step. He felt between her folds. Nice and wet. In fact she was drenched really. 

"Babe, I'm gonna try to work a couple of fingers in here. I'll go slow, tell me if it's ok," he told her quietly. 

"Yesss," she stuttured as he continued to tug at her clit. 

He got one large finger in without a problem. She was tight though. He started to slip in the second. He felt her leg muscles tense. 

"Ok?"

"I think so." 

"Oh yeah, baby, that feels good," he assured her and then he began to pump into her. 

"Oh God," she moaned, "you feel so strong." 

They began the rhythm with his hands and her rocking hips that she liked so much. His large hands worked her higher and higher. Her hips pounded against him. Both of them were gasping. Kim moved so that her knees were stretched out on either side of his body now. He cradled her body in his palms. 

"Third finger," he hissed out. He knew if he could get a third in she might be able to take him with less trouble. 

She nodded throwing her head back afterwards, "So close..." she gasped out. He smiled. Damn. She was holding back - letting him really work her up into a frenzy to make things more easy. It was glorious. 

He placed his third finger against her entrance and pushed. 

"Oh," she moaned slightly. He felt a gentle tearing. Not much but enough to know he had hurt her a bit. It made him instantly upset. He started to remove the finger. 

Kimberly's hand grabbed his, "No, don't stop," she sobbed low in her throat, "s'ok." She forced his finger back into her and he began to pump as hard as he dared. 

"UHHHHHHH," she groaned loudly and he felt her inner muscles contract violently against his fingers. She thrust against him spastically, losing total control of her hips. 

He kept pumping and rubbing her clit and she came again and then again before collapsing forward against his chest. 

"Oh God, Oh God," she moaned, "I can't believe how good this fffeels." 

"Oh babe, you look so beautiful when you come. Like an angel. I love you," Walter replied breathlessly. He ran his hand through her strawberry blonde hair and stroked the back of her neck. 

"Walter, I want to have that feeling with you inside me," she whispered huskily against his neck. 

"Are you sure babe? I mean God knows I'm more than ready," he chuckled. His cock was straining to go in on its own at this point. 

She stared into his eyes. He saw just a trace of fear remaining. He loved her more in that moment then he knew he would ever love another human being again in his life, and he included himself in that number. The love, coupled with desire, and trust that shown from her eyes was the most wonderful thing he had ever seen. He wanted the next few minutes to be joyous for her, special just the way she wanted it. He'd make sure it was magnificent or die trying. 

"I'm sure, Walter." 

"Just go ahead, Hon. Show me what you want. I mean guide me if you'd like. I don't mind. I love the way you touch that thing anyway," he grinned and arched an eyebrow. 

She giggled. Tension was broken, "Well, I love touching it, believe you me." Then she sighed, "God you feel like steel, Walter." 

"Hot steel." 

"No kidding, like your penis just came out of a blast furnace," she whispered. 

He shifted so that he was pointing in the general direction where his cock needed to go. Then he sat back passively letting her take hold of him. 

He watched her face. She was concentrating, gauging her own position versus his size and angle. It was terribly erotic. He had to struggle to keep looking and not shut his eyes. He was almost overcome with emotion. He didn't utter a word as she moved him towards her body and pressed the head of his cock against her folds. 

"Babe, I...I can help," he whispered carefully. 

She nodded her head. He placed one hand over her hand and his other on her ass. He pushed on her butt to get her to shift up slightly and then he began to help her guide his cock home. He pushed against her entrance as gently as he could. She released him and brought her arms up to clasp him around the neck. 

He felt her tensing and he knew he was hurting her again. "Relax, take a deep breah," he hissed into her ear. Dear God please don't let me hurt her too much he prayed, biting his own lip in concentration. He felt her take in a ragged gasp. All he could think to do was continue his steady pressure. He felt one last tear inside. She gave a very small groan. He was inside her up to his balls. She had taken all of him. He cradled her in his arms and she rested her head on his chest. 

"Oh Jesus," he whispered. She felt so hot, so wet, so tight. He felt complete, fullfilled, protected, alive, "I'm sorry..." he whispered. Despite the wonder of it, he hated the idea he had hurt her. 

"No, don't be sorry, you...Oh, Walter..." she sighed. 

"But, are you all right? I didn't want this to hurt you." 

Kimberly lifted her head off his chest, holding his arms and pushing away so she could look into his face. Once again he was almost overcome with feeling. She looked like a Goddess. He worshipped her. 

"The pleasure outweighs the pain more then I can ever tell you," she smiled. 

"Really?" he asked hopefully. 

"She drew back slightly and thrust forward." 

"Oh Christ, yeah, really!" he gasped, chuckling. 

"See," she giggled. 

"Hold on, babe," he growled in his throat. He drew his knees up slightly so that he could support her back. Holding onto her arms, he pulled back and thrust slowly into her. 

"Ohhhhh, so good," she moaned. And then they were moving together. 

Skinner felt like he was having another out of body experience. The look, feel and smell of Kim's body transported him to another land. The land of ultimate joy and rapture that only two lovers could reach together. She was divine to see. Her head thrown back, lips parted, hair swinging. And then her head coming back down to tuck into her neck, her sobbing as she twisted and writhed on him. He began to pick up the pace of his thrusts. He shifted his hands off her arms and gripped her hips so that he could begin to drive in a bit faster. 

Kim found her voice, "S'good. Oh God. I want it all. Fuck me hard." 

"Jesus, Yesssss" she cried out and then she could only whimper and moan as she bucked against him, riding his hard, thrusting erection. 

"That's it, that's it lover," he rumbled low in his throat. "Move. I love it. God, baby," he sobbed into his own chest. He lost all voice at that point except for incoherent grunts. 

He let go of one side of her body and brought his hand around to stroke above where his hard on was plunging into her. 

Kimberly threw herself against him in frenzied abandon. She was hardly aware of her surroundings any longer. All she felt was his cock pistoning into her hot, tight body, her inner juices mixing with the sweat that slickened their thighs, and the strong, protective arms of Walter Skinner as he fucked her senseless. She thought she was going to burst into flame. She craved it. She wanted to burn. When his fingers reached her clit she knew she shrieked in pleasure. She didn't care. It was all indescribable. She rammed into his hand - searching, running, flying for the edge of the abyss that she wanted to crash over, and fall into now more than anything in the world. 

"Yesssss," she hissed nodding her head as he stroked her without and drove between her legs, "do me...hard." 

Skinner made a monumental effort to concentrate on his hand, holding back desperately, reining in his own approaching climax. 

"Close?" he gasped. 

She nodded and then her mouth twitched in a rictis of pleasure and he felt her body begin to tense for orgasm. 

"Oh baby, come for me," he hissed. Her head rocketed back and her body arched up. Her inner muscles clamped down on his cock so tightly he thought she was going to emasculate him. "What a way to go," he thought in the back of his mind. And she wailed out, convulsing over and over, jacknifing into him for two more powerful hip bucks. 

He moaned loudly and crashed his hips against hers driving towards his own ripping orgasm. He removed his hand from between her legs, gripped both her hips again and back thrust almost completely out. 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," he growled. He thrust back into her all the way up to his nuts. "Uhhhhhhhh," he groaned. He felt suspended in mid air for a moment. Like the air was superheated, roaring around his ears, gravity was gone for a split second and then he was slamming down, shouting, erupting, exploding, spurting, coming, coming, coming.... 

"OH DEAR GOD, KIM!" he screamed. She was gasping and just beginning to come back from somewhere else herself. Kim pumped on him, driving him in deep as she felt his release into her. The warm, wonderful rush of semen, filling her. She watched his face, transformed in ecstasy. His neck muscles cording, eyes shut, nostrils flairing for breath, mouth open in a silent scream after his breath had been almost driven from his lungs. 

"Oh lover, Oh lover," she whispered, reaching down to grasp his arms where they held her hips. 

"Oh, oh, Kim," he sobbed as his breath rushed back into his body. His thrusts grew weaker, "I love you babe," he rasped and she collapsed, crying into his arms. 

xXx 

Later... 

Walter lay holding Kimberly against his chest. She was pressed close, their legs were entwined. He rubbed his leg back and forth languidly over hers. She was smiling. 

"Tickles." 

"This too?" 

"Yes, I love your leg hair too," she chuckled. It was a sultry satiated sound and Walter rubbed her arm and smiled up at the ceiling. If there had been a mirror up there he'd be able to see the totally sappy expression he had on his face. The complete look of utter bliss that he didn't really give a shit if anyone knew about or not. He was the happiest man alive in Crossroads, Maine that morning. He was pretty sure of that fact. Oh yeah. 

"You all right, I mean really?" he asked her again kissing the top of her head. 

After the lovemaking they had pretty much collapsed against each other and he had lowered himself flat unable to even remain sitting. Kim had lain over him using his chest as a pillow. For the first time that weekend she actually felt a little heavy he had mused wryly. He hadn't had a workout like he'd just had, even in the FBI gym weight room, for a very long time. 

They lay, not moving, still connected, murmuring their love for each other quietly until finally he ran a hand down her back and asked her to shift off so he could pull out. He needed some room to get his breath as well. Jesus I'm glad my heart's in good shape he thought idly. Otherwise I might have come *and* gone. 

He had immediately pulled Kim close and that's how they had been laying for the better part of an hour still touching and talking. Enjoying their post coital companionship. 

"I feel like I could eat a pound of chocolate if that answers your question," she replied levering herself up to lean on his chest with her elbows. She ran her fingers through his mat of chest hair. 

"For breakfast?" he laughed. 

"Walter, have you looked at the clock? We're talking brunch here, darling." 

He glanced over at the night stand. 

"Lord have, mercy woman. Is that the time I can barely see over there. Hand me my specs. Why didn't you say something - you must be starving," he rumbled in good humor. 

She turned and reaching over snagged his glasses and carrying them over placed them over his ears. She settled them on his nose with her index finger. She kissed the tip of his nose. 

"Better?" she asked lovingly. 

"Yes," he answered simply. He could see her clearly now. She looked radiant, almost irridescent in the mid-morning sunlight that now streamed through the shear, closed curtains. He stroked her hair tenderly. 

"I didn't want to break the spell Walter. And really, I'm not that hungry. And to answer your other questions seriously. I'm just fine, Mr. Skinner. And that isn't a Scully fine as you once pointed out." 

"Now your taking, big man. But shower first. No offense but...I'm all...sticky," she giggled. 

Skinner felt himself flushing a bit in embarrassment but he knew he'd have to get over that soon. He was finding out that Kim was a very playful lover, very uninhibited and obviously comfortable with herself as a women. He'd have to learn to loosen up a bit more in the bedroom as well. He'd work on it. And he'd enjoy that work. She moved away and started to get off the bed. He reached over and patted her on the ass as she scooted off the mattress. She laughed, bouncing gracefully over the edge and onto the floor 

"Go ahead and shower, Mrs. Skinner." 

"Will you join me, Mr. Skinner?" 

"Directly. I'm going to call downstairs and arrange for brunch. Something light, and coffee." 

"Sounds like a plan, Walter. But don't be long." 

"Would you like to go for a swim later, Kim. They have a heated poolhouse next door." 

"Oh, that does sound good." 

"All right." 

She walked lilthy away from the bed, across the room and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Walter smiled. God, she was pretty. He still marveled at her dancers grace. Wondered why she had never considered becoming a dancer. She had told him once she had two left feet but he could hardly believe it. 

He moved over the sheets to reach for the phone and that's when he saw the blood. Blood mixed with dried semen. It wasn't much and most of it was on him but it was there nonetheless. He felt sick. A dozen stupid phrases came into his mind. Some of them right out of one of the idiotic bodice rippers his sister Sylvia was always reading. He had taken her maidenhood, sullied her virginity or the worst yet - deflowered her. Christ on a crutch. He'd hurt her and the evidence was there on his cock and the bed, plain as the nose on his face. 

But he realized suddenly that if he had seen it so had Kim. God all mighty she must have seen it, and she hadn't said a single thing. In fact she had said she was fine and she had sounded and looked more then fine. She'd looked like a woman who had just been thoroughly fucked by a very caring lover and who had enjoyed every minute of it. Hell, she'd practically been glowing and floating on air. 

Walter smiled and ran a hand over his scalp. Well maybe it had hurt a little but as she had said the pleasure more than made up for the pain. He had an inkling that was the truth. He would remember the ecstasy they had shared, and let the rest fade away. 

Jesus though - he supposed Tim's wife Alice would have to change the bed. Well c'est la vie. It wasn't like they didn't know what he and Kimberly were doing up here. It was the damn honeymoon suite after all. No kidding he smiled sheepishly. But God in heaven he felt good. He felt like he was 18 again, it was summer, and he had never heard of Vietnam. Time to get moving he thought. 

He nodded decisively in resolve and picked up the phone on the night stand, dialing O for Tim's front desk. 

"Tim," he rumbled into the phone." 

"It's about time, Walter. I take it you two are finally up and around?" 

"And dying for coffee. You still have that Sumatran blend?" 

"Will do Sinner. And Walter?" 

"Congratulations. She really is beautiful." 

"She's an angel, Tim. And make that coffee strong brother. We both need it." 

Walter Skinner hung up the phone, and grinning like the Cheshire Cat, headed for the shower. 

xXx

Author's Note: Well, Walter is a happy camper now and you have two people to thank for it. First, my wife. She really twisted my arm here to give Walter a good woman so June, there you go. And the second person is Stepford, a very perceptive writer of very flattering and witty e-mail. She suggested I write a sweet, tender sequel to "Fortissimo into Crescendo" where Walter gets the right girl. So, Stepford, this one's for you too. Thank you ladies. 

BTW - OK - I know some of you are wondering what happened to the John Rand character in this story. Well...John only shows up in Walter's life when he needs help or is in trouble. So in this story I think he stayed out of the way. Besides I wanted the story to center on Walter and Kim. But, I do have a fifth story planned and yes, John will be back and Walter will be glad he makes a return. I think something with "Waltz" in the title? I'm writing as fast as I can....

Bests,
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