Title - " Detachable Venus " (A 4-part Story) Author - A. K. Naten
E-Mail - a_k_naten@yahoo.com
Rating - R / NC-17 / X
Category - F/F Slash
Spoilers - None
Keywords - Scully/Other
Summary - An account of a meeting with a red-haired stranger.

THIS IS A F/F SLASH PIECE. Persons under 18 should not read it.
It is based in part on true-life experiences; however, names and places
have been altered to protect the innocent.

DISCLAIMER: The character of Dana Scully belongs to Chris Carter, Ten
Thirteen Productions, Fox Broadcasting, etc., etc., and is used without
permission; I'm just borrowing her. No copyright infringement is intended,
etc., etc.

feedback can be sent to: a_k_naten@yahoo.com

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Detachable Venus
By A. K. Naten

I sat in the club at my usual spot... stool on the very end, against the
wall. It was the best spot for anonymous lurking. I didn't hang out here
every night... not yet anyway... but I had begun frequenting the place
enough that the official 'regulars' now knew who I was and what my routine
was... so, much as I disliked it, I guess you could technically call me a
'regular'. It had taken me awhile to find a place where I felt comfortable,
and now that I found it, I came about 3 times a week. The place was called
'Trojans', and as ridiculous as the name was, it was actually a rather
quiet, low-key kind of joint. I didn't go there to chit-chat with anyone; I
didn't go to pick up; I didn't go to perv and get off; I didn't go to drown
my sorrows and get blasted... well... okay, maybe I came for a *smidgeon*
of each of those things, but for something altogether different too. I just
liked to have a place where I could come, have a drink, or 2 or 3, and be
anonymous. A place where I could sit, silently, amongst fellow weirdos and
not be bothered. There was some kind of security in it...
knowing that most of the others around me were also solitary... maybe
bored... maybe lonely... it was like a silent sort of comradery.

I guess you could say that it was a 'gay club', but it wasn't visited by
gays only; there were some hetero's around... they were easy to spot. A
gang of twenty-something girls sat together and talked excitedly, obviously
having come to the place as a dare, or just so that they could tell their
friends that they went to a 'gay' bar ... a guy and a girl, dirty-dancing
with each other in one corner... a few guy/girl couples here and there,
obviously friends who probably came for the good music and unique techno
ambiance... you could tell who was who. Majority of the patrons were gay
though. It was a relatively good mix of flaming fags decked-out in red
leather pants and crisp white linen shirts; full-on dykes with stringy
hair, sweaty tank shirts, and ratty cargo pants that drug on the floor when
they walked; or your standard short-skirted cross-dressers and
transvestites. Most of the women here didn't strike my fancy, but it was
still fun to watch all the action. I wasn't really 'into' the grunge-look
or the leather-jacket-tough-butch look.
Besides, I wasn't terribly interested in 'finding' someone. I mean, don't
get me wrong, it would be *nice*, but it wasn't why I was here. I just
liked to come and relax in the darkness of the bar, secure in the fact that
most of the others here were bigger freaks than me.

I was watching a black 'woman' - dressed to the nines in a flowing
Mexican-style red dress, complete with a black feather boa - dancing alone
in one corner of the room. Obvious trannie, but the dress was beautiful,
and her flowing hair - or her wig, whichever it was - bounced off her
shoulders while she moved. She was in her own world, a twirling, whirling
dervish bouncing in rhythm to the thumping music, oblivious to everyone's
stares. I smiled to myself, amused at her flamboyance and impressed with
her bravery. I'm not like that at all... I just preferred to sit on my
little bar stool in the corner and just observe. I rarely spoke to anyone,
and I ignored the occasional glances of curious onlookers. Yeah, I got some
'looks' from people, some men, but mostly women. I hated the obvious
check-outs and huge stares... they might as well just let their tongues
loll out of their mouths and salivate openly... christ. It's not like I'm
some gorgeous supermodel babe - I think I'm really quite ordinary looking -
but I still manage to get looks somehow. I'm guessing that it's due to the
wild mass of long curls on my head and the intense gleam in my eyes ... or,
it could be the 'severe' look that I wear - all black clothes with my pale
face creating a stark contrast. Actually, I think the biggest reason I get
stared at is because I look so unapproachable, sitting and brooding alone
in a corner... maybe that in itself is an attraction for some people.
Maybe they see it as a 'challenge'... well, it usually *is* a challenge.
I've prided myself on being the one in control when it comes to
relationships - whatever kind they are - and the flirtatious stage is no
exception. Truth is, I like being unapproachable, and I like transmitting
that with a mere 'look'.
I get off on it.  Yeah, I know... I'm weird.

For the most part, I ignore the looks that are flung my way. It's not often
that I get a stare that sparks my interest. Most of them just don't 'do'
anything for me. I have, of course, come to the conclusion that I'm a snob,
but I really can't help it. It's something that is ingrained in me. I'd
like to have a relationship with a woman, but she has to be a looker - a
*real* woman. I realize it sounds confusing... I'm gay, but I consider
myself a 'lesbian', not a dyke or a butch; therefore, I don't want anyone
who is 'manly' in any way... I want a *woman*. Yes, okay... so I'm
prejudiced too. And what are my chances of finding some beautiful fellow
*lesbian* like this?? How about *nil*...? Yeah... so... so, I come to this
place to avoid the lurking depression for awhile... to be surrounded by my
fellow lonely, loveless queers... all searching for that perfect someone.
Some settle for something less... some never find anything... I often
wonder how I'll end up.

It was soon time for me to meander home. No one had sparked my interest
tonight, and I had my usual drink limit - 3 kamikazes. The barkeep knew me
well... 2 kami's and I wasn't in the mood to stay long; 5 or 6, and the
depression had caught up to me. But tonight was just a normal night for me.
Nothing exciting had happened; I had my drinks, took in a few stares here
and there, watched the freaks, and now I was going home to bed. Carl came
over to my side of the bar and gave me a slight grin while he fixed a
drink.

"Seems we have another kamikaze drinker here tonight," he said with an arch
of his eyebrow. I frowned at him, wondering if he just meant me, or someone
else at the bar. Carl smirked at me and picked up the kamikaze,
intentionally showing it to me, then turning around and delivering it. As
he took the money for the drink, he turned and walked away, tossing another
smirk in my direction and revealing to me the person who ordered the drink.
An attractive, copper-haired woman with dark reddish lipstick perfectly
painted on pouty rosebud lips. Hmmmm... the night just got a little more
interesting... maybe I should have another kami...

She sipped her drink and closed her eyes while she swallowed it, tilting
her head up and expelling a deep breath when she had finished. I tried not
to be obvious in my scrutiny of her as I sipped carefully from my own glass
while I shot diagonal glances at her. I was pretty sure I'd seen her here
before; she had a face that you didn't forget... very pretty... very
refined-looking. She wasn't a 'regular', but she'd been here. And she
wasn't a dyke either... *she* was a woman. If I saw her on the street, I
probably wouldn't think her to be a lesbian, but my guess was that she was
'newly gay'... probably closet, in fact... maybe not too comfortable with
the idea either... not sure... She looked like she had intentionally
dressed herself 'dangerously'... dark lipstick, made-up eyes, tight
sweater... gelled hair... something told me that it wasn't her 'usual'
look. So, I surmised that this was a little 'forbidden' foray for her, and
that she was trying to 'let loose' and be someone else for the night.
Yeah... we get lots of those in here. I smiled to myself and looked down at
my empty glass, remembering when I first starting going out...
'experimenting'... I had done the same thing... tried to 'transform' myself
into someone else until I got more comfortable with being gay. It's a hard
thing to get used to, but eventually you do find yourself. If you don't, you go 
mad.

When I looked up, she was staring right at me. I managed to keep my face
blank as I returned the look darkly and took a sip of my kami. She averted
her gaze and took another sip of her drink as well, making sure she didn't
make eye contact with anyone else. She looked a little uncomfortable, and I
congratulated myself on establishing my dominance with a complete stranger
from way across the bar.

Only a few minutes had passed when I noticed that a tough-looking dyke had
sidled up to the redhead. This one was quite masculine, complete with a
crew-cut hairdo and the typical cliché leather jacket. She was putting the
moves on the redhead big-time, trying to talk to her and inching closer to
her with each nod of her head. I nearly laughed out loud from the look on
the redhead's face. It was one of pure haughtiness; she wore a prim but
fake smile on her tight lips as she feigned politeness to the burly dyke,
and she nearly rolled her eyes as she turned away. I had to bite the inside
of my cheek to keep myself from breaking in a huge smile. The redhead must
have said something to discourage the leather-clad babe, because she
finally left her side with an annoyed look on her face. Ooooo... the little
goddess thinks she's too good for the average dykes... yesss indeeeed...
this is my kind of woman. Just as I was smirking, she looked over at me
again. I couldn't hide my grin... the scene had just been too amusing. She
gave me a small, annoyed look and shook her head a little as she took a
gulp of her drink. It just made me grin more as I watched her, observing
her indignance and delighting in her obvious discomfort. A beautiful woman
can't come into a place like this and *not* expect to be hit on... surely
she must realize that?

During the next hour, a total of 4 women hit on the chic little redhead.
She spurned all of them the same way, except for one. A classy-looking
woman with beautiful, long blonde hair approached her and sat down beside
her. The redhead didn't seem to mind her and chatted politely with her for
a long time... I think I even saw her crack a smile. I found myself picking
up signals that said she might not be gay...? Or, maybe she just wasn't
interested in picking-up...? Or... maybe she was just a snob, like me? I
couldn't be sure. I was only sure of one thing: this one definitely had my
curiosity piqued. I left that night hoping to see her at the club again. I
was most eager to learn more about her.

It was a full two weeks later when I saw the redhead again. Only it wasn't
at the club.

I had just dropped off some blueprint designs to a contractor I was working
with when I decided to stop off and grab a bite to eat somewhere.
It was 2 p.m. and I was starving. I steered my Jeep into the parking lot of
a little dive that I frequented only when in a pinch, and in my hunger-
induced delirium, I decided that this was pinch-time. I was sitting in a
booth chowing down a California burger when She walked in. I nearly dropped
my sandwich. As I tried in vain not to stare at her, I saw that she had on
a black trench coat with a black suit underneath it, some black high-heeled
shoes, and none of the 'come hither' makeup nor attitude that was very
evident at the club. She was a short little thing too... petite and
dainty-looking. Tagging along behind her was a guy - a tall, lanky dork
with boring brown hair and a big nose. He was also sporting a black
trenchcoat and a dark suit with a bad tie. What were they, the fucking
Men-In-Black?? They had to be cops of some sort... they *reeked* of it.

The guy walked up to the counter, but the redhead seemed to disagree and
lead him over to a table that turned out to be pretty close to me. I
pretended to read some papers that were in front of me as they headed
toward me, determined to ignore her. However, as I turned my head to steal
a sideways glance at her, she looked right at me. *Damn*. She gave me a
quick, polite look at first, but then, as she realized who I was, her
eyebrows shot upwards and her mouth fell open a bit in apparent shock. I
quickly looked back at my papers, pretending not to care, but I knew full
well that she knew who I was. I fiddled with my napkin, trying to decide if
her look was shock, embarrassment, horror, or a combination of all three.
The guy sat down and I heard him say, "Scully, what's wrong?
Aren't you going to sit down?" ...'Scully', huh? Hmm... I got a name
anyway. She mumbled something inaudible and sat down with her back
decidedly turned toward me. I truly was *not* trying to eavesdrop on their
conversation, but it was sort-of hard to avoid when they were so close. The
guy did most of the talking anyway; she barely said a word.
They were talking about some case, and about forensics and autopsies, so
they definitely were cops or detectives. With that revealed, I started
wondering what in the hell the little redhead was doing hanging out at the
club. Maybe she *wasn't* gay... maybe she was just doing surveillance?
Maybe an undercover sting? Maybe tailing a suspect? ... the possibilities
were endless. That would explain a lot of things though... the indignance
at all the dykes hitting on her... the intentional solitary existence...
the brevity of her visits. She was probably shitting herself right this
minute because I had seen her, and now her cover was blown. Wow... I could
be right smack in the middle of a delicate web of murder, intrigue,
deception and spy versus spy stuff. I laughed quietly to myself as I took
another bite of my burger. <Yeah, right... man, I must be *really* bored
with my life,> I thought internally as I chewed. <*Not* a good sign>, I
surmised. She was probably just tailing some trannie who was wanted on a
drug charge.

The guy got up and headed toward the bathroom, leaving her alone at the
table. With that, I made a quick decision to get up and leave. Not because
I wanted to talk to her - I wouldn't force that on her - I just decided
that I wanted to make eye contact with her again. I suddenly had a real
need to look at her and make her aware that I knew who she was. Maybe it
was my ridiculous need to establish 'dominance' again... maybe I was going
to get off on it... I don't know. I just knew that I wanted her to look at me.
My adamance about *not* being interested in her was failing me. I cursed my
stupid pride and arrogance as I stood up and got ready to leave.
Digging for some money in my pockets, I ventured a glance over at the
redhead. She was looking down at the table, her face perfectly silhouetted.
I tossed my money onto the table and casually glanced over at her again...
this time she was looking right at me. Her eyes were blue... a mixture of
icy crystal and sky blue that nearly matched my own, and her burnished
copper hair stood out in stark contrast against her severe black suit. She
was indeed lovely. I gave her a brief, but dark stare, allowing a very
slight smirk to play upon my lips as I silently told her "yes, I know who
you are". She blinked once but otherwise returned my look with impressive
cool. Then she lazily slid her eyes away from mine and lifted her glass to
sip her drink, deliberately turning and looking in the other direction as I
put my coat on. The little head-game was over, and I felt a small triumph.
I wore a little self-satisfied smile on my face as I turned and headed out
the door.

I know it isn't a good sign when I wake up in the middle of the night
dreaming about someone. And it's especially bad when it's someone I don't
even know. Ahh, but it was a good dream. I was kissing 'Scully', the
mysterious redhead, and it was niiiiiccee. We were really getting hot and
heavy too. Why must I always wake up just when things are getting good?

I looked at the clock. ...3:15 a.m... With a groan I rolled over and tried
to get back to my dream, but something was disrupting me... a slight
throbbing between my legs. Oh yeah... it was a *realistic* dream too.
...Damn... You see, I have this small 'thing' about masturbation. I don't
mind if other people like to do it, but I have a slight hang-up about doing
it myself. It's not that I find it repulsive, I just hate to 'give in' to
it.
First of all, I hate it that someone has gotten to me so much that I'm
actually dreaming about them. Secondly, I hate that I have to take care of
things myself, rather than having a lover do it for me. And thirdly...
well... I guess the biggest problem is that I have to admit that I'm
turned-on by someone. And somehow, in some stupid way, it's a blow to my
pride to have to get myself off because of some raging sexual
dream-fantasy. As my fogged mind struggled yet again with my ridiculous
pride, my fingers managed to find their way down my stomach and into my
warm, cream- filled snatch, and before long, I was releasing all my pent-up
frustrations while visions of the little goddess named 'Scully' filled my
woozy head.
...Man, it really sucks to be alone...

Two more weeks had passed, and I hadn't seen 'Scully' again. I was sure
that my running into her at the diner had everything to do with it, so I
just figured that my fun was over. Too bad... The two dreams I had about
her were delightful. ...okay ...*three* dreams.

You can imagine my surprise when I saw her at Trojans nearly four weeks
after our 'meeting' at the diner. I had only been there about an hour and
was busy doing my usual quiet observations when I spotted her walking
toward the bar. She ordered a drink and scanned the room slowly, looking
for me, I arrogantly surmised. God, I can be so full of myself sometimes
that I nearly chuckled out loud. When she finally found me, I kept my
trademark poker face intact and regarded her as coolly as possible. She
only looked at me for a second, then took a sip of her drink and stared at
it. I continued to watch her, wondering what was going through that pretty
little head of hers. She picked up her glass and turned to leave, making my
mouth twist in disappointment. The disappointment turned to shock, however,
when I saw her make her way around a group of people and head straight
toward me. < shit... shit...> I muttered inside my head.
You see, when I don't know someone, I prefer long-distance, non-
confrontational interactions... I dislike the up-close-and-personal stuff.
And besides all that, *I* like to be the one to decide whether or not we
talk face-to-face. Unfortunately, the stool beside me was vacant, and she
approached it slowly, easing her petite body up onto it gracefully. I
didn't watch her the whole time. I sipped my drink and did my best to stay
calm and pretend like I didn't give a shit. When she finally sat still on
the stool, I turned my head to look at her, giving her a slightly expectant
look. It was my 'alright, you have my attention, now what do you want?'
look.
She pursed her lips and smiled tightly,

"I guess you're wondering why I came over here?" she said in a surprisingly
sexy voice. I made a small face at her, "Not really," I replied with a
dismissive shrug, trying my best to play it cool. She arched an eyebrow and
grinned at my response, revealing a brief glimpse of white teeth hiding
behind her coral lips.
"Well," she started, sounding a bit indignant.
<Ha... got you,> I thought smugly to myself.
"I just wanted to say... 'thanks'," she said, seemingly shy for a moment.
"Thanks for what?" I asked, genuinely confused. She took a drink, pausing
for a second.
"The other week, when we ran into each other... at the diner...," she
explained.
"Ohh... that," I answered with a casual nod as I looked skyward and
continued to play dumb.
"What about it?" I asked, frowning and pretending not to understand her.
"Well," she started, pausing again,
"I appreciate you not saying anything, or... acknowledging that you knew
me, or anything like that."
<Ahh... little Ms. Scully has shameful little *secrets*>, I thought to
myself. I frowned some more and shrugged, "Why? What's the big deal?" I
said, determined to pry information from her by playing stupid. She rolled
her eyes a little and looked down into her glass with a sigh.
"Well... let's just say that," she paused, not looking at me, "...I prefer
it if my co-workers don't know about my night-life. I like to keep my
personal life *personal*," she finished, looking up at me pointedly. I
couldn't help but smirk at her.
"So... so you have secrets like the rest of us... so what?" I said
arrogantly, shrugging and letting my blue eyes cut into her with a sharp
stare.
"So, nothing," she said, looking a little surprised at my curtness.
"So... I just want to say 'thank you' for not embarrassing me, and that's
all," she finished with a wave of her hand and started to get down off the
stool.
"*Embarrassing* you?!" Now it was my turn to feign indignance. She turned
around and looked at me with slight surprise on her face. I demanded an
answer with my own wide-eyed, expectant expression. She made a small face
at me,
"I think you know what I mean," she said with some annoyance. I regarded
her with raised brows, then huffed and shook my head.
"Go home, copper... you don't belong here," I said curtly with a scowl on
my face. I turned back to the bar, ignoring her and sipping my drink. I
could feel the daggers she was throwing my way as she stood and stared at
me, and I could almost hear her seething. I loved this... I loved a
challenge like this. I continued to ignore her, determined not to even turn
my head in her direction. It seemed like she stood there for five minutes,
but it was really only a few seconds until I finally felt the billow of a
cool breeze as she turned on her heel and walked away.

She didn't know it, but she left me grinning in her wake. Oh this one was a
firecracker... definitely worth the challenge. It's been quite awhile since
I've had someone present me with a good, worthwhile contest. She was
sharp... she was intelligent... and she was feisty... I could tell a lot
about her just from that brief exchange. As an added bonus, the little
Venus smelled heavenly and was even more stunning up close. Yeah... this
one had all the right ingredients.

Another hour and one more kamikaze, and it was time to go. I had my visual
and mental stimulation for the night, so I was quite ready to head home. I
slowly sauntered out of the club and onto the crusty, decomposed sidewalk.
A few fellow losers were heading in and we gave each other polite smiles as
we passed. I stood outside for a moment, breathing in the city-fresh air.
It wasn't the finest quality, but at least it wasn't filled with cigarette
smoke. The worst part about the club is that you leave smelling and feeling
like an ashtray. It made me appreciate the walk to my car a little more; I
felt like I at least got a chance to air-out my clothes. I never parked
close to the club - mainly because it was impossible - but also because I
liked to walk around the city. I suppose it isn't the safest thing to do,
but aside from all its crime, filth, decay, unemployment, abandoned
buildings, pot-hole-riddled streets, crumbling sidewalks, and general
malaise... the city was really quite beautiful at night. As I walked along
the dimly lit streets, subtle warm breezes rustled the trees, making the
few remaining white blossoms rain down upon me like a snow shower. All was
silent save for the distant sounds of whirring car tires on worn asphalt,
and the buzzing of overhead street lamps.

I reached my Jeep and hopped in, taking my good 'ole time getting home.
No one was waiting, afterall. About 2 minutes into my drive, I sensed that
a car seemed to be following me. Normally I wouldn't notice, but at 1:30
a.m., it sort-of stood out. They hung back pretty far, but at every alley I
cut through, the lights eventually followed me. Hmm... I wasn't panicking;
it was just odd. For a brief moment, I suspected that it could be Her. But,
after I was done laughing at my arrogance, I told myself that she was
probably long gone by now. When I reached my apartment, I waited in the car
for a few moments. I watched behind me and saw no lights...
looked like I was just imagining things, so I hopped out and went inside.

Home sweet home... empty, but still home. I really wasn't too tired.
<Maybe I'll have some ice cream and see what's on the telly,> I thought to
myself. Just for the hell of it, I didn't turn the lights on, and I walked
up to the window to peek out.

Son of a bitch. Somebody in a dark 4-door sedan had pulled in front of my
Jeep, and they were sitting there... watching me. Call me an impulsive
idiot, but I yanked the front door open and took off, too angry to think
about the possibility of an axe-murderer stalking me. I sprinted down the
walk toward the dark sedan, ready to give the stalker an x-rated tongue-
lashing. As soon as I neared the car, however, I stopped dead in my tracks.

It was Her.

My anger suddenly abated. My arrogance was right... she had followed me
home. Should I be angry? Hmm... maybe... but I was actually kind-of
flattered... is that sick?

I approached the side of her car cautiously. My hands went to perch on my
hips as I looked at her, silently asking her what the hell she was doing
here. She rolled down the window and stared up at me, expressionless, but
with something unreadable in her eyes.

"So... are you going to come inside, or what?" I said as I leaned my hands
on the side of her car. She ignored me and looked out the windshield,
sighing as though she just gave up a big fight with herself.
<Ha... score another one for the master...> I thought to myself
triumphantly. With that, I turned and headed back into the apartment,
leaving the door open for her to come in if she wanted to. She took her
time getting there, obviously still waging that battle inside her head a
little bit. Once inside, she closed the door and stood there, looking
around silently, not saying anything. I walked up to her and crossed my
arms, staring at her.

"So, Detective *Scully*... do I get a first name?" I asked with a smirk.
She jutted her jaw out a little, her eyes glaring with some defiance. She
was probably pissed that I knew her name.
"I don't like to get too personal... I already told you that," she said
with a wicked arch of one brow. I stepped a little closer to her and looked
at her intently,
"Well I don't like complete anonymity... so we're going to have to
compromise someplace," I replied as I loomed down at her, trying my best to
intimidate her with my big height advantage. I was trying to bully her, and
I knew it, but I wanted to press her buttons a little... test the waters a
bit. She stared back at me, unflinching. Her icy blue orbs flickered and
radiated pride. Oooo... they were deadly. I was going to have to be careful
of those. I wondered if she knew what weapons of destruction they were...
very beautiful... they could eat me alive. Her eyelids blinked lazily as
she finally acquiesced to my dominance.

"My name's Katherine," she said as she reopened her eyes and looked at me
while offering her hand for a shake.
<...score another one...> I thought to myself. Katherine... I would bet
that that was bullshit, but it was okay for now... I'd find out who she
really was later.
"Katherine... my name's Liz," I replied as I reached out to shake her hand
in return. Hmm... firm handshake, but not too tight... very nice...
professional.
"Mind if I call you Kate?" I asked as I turned and headed into the kitchen.
"Uhh... no... I guess not," she replied with uncertainty as she walked into
the living room and looked around.
"A church, huh? ...interesting...," she said as she looked up and down at
the interior of my former-church apartment.
"Yah... I thought it was a bit more unusual and interesting than the
typical place," I replied with a shrug as I presented her with a glass of
wine.
"Is that what you prefer? 'Unusual and interesting'?" she asked with
another wicked eyebrow arch as she sipped from her glass.
"Sometimes," I said with a matching arch and slight smirk.
"What about the other times?" she asked, her voice growing more and more
husky with each utterance.
"Depends on what kind of mood I'm in," I replied noncommittally. She
answered back with a restrained grin and another arching brow.
"What about you? ...what do you prefer?" I asked, not wanting to let her
off the hook just yet. She shrugged slightly, "I'm pretty much...
'mainstream', I guess," she said, looking off in another direction.
"Mmm... 'mainstream'..., except for your little 'dark side' escapades to
gay clubs, eh?" I queried, looking at her over the rim of my flute as I
sipped.
She looked back at me and fired off one of those eyebrows again, "Maybe."
She said simply as her eyes blinked lazily again. I almost let my wine
dribble down my chin as I smiled tight-lipped at her. Ahh... she liked to
play. Yes, yes... this was what I liked. Once I swallowed my mouthful, I
gave her a little laugh and headed toward the couch.
"Come and sit down," I said, motioning to her. She hesitated at first, but
then came over to sit down at the end opposite me. She was definitely not
sure about all this. Hell, this could even be the first time she'd done
something like this. That surprised me for some reason.
"You seem awfully unsure of yourself for a cop." I stupidly spat it out
before I really thought.
"I'm not a cop," she spat back with a little indignance. I made a surprised
face at her.
"Oh? You just pack heat underneath a black trenchcoat for the hell of it,
eh?" I said sarcastically. She didn't flinch.
"Yeah, maybe I do," she replied tartly, trying to gain control and appear
more sure of herself. She had already made the mistake of showing me that
she wasn't though, so it was pointless now. ...Gotta give her credit for
trying though. I decided to defer to her wishes and just answered her with
a knowing grin. She only looked back at me for a short while, then she got
up and walked over to my bookshelves, quietly observing all the trinkets,
decorations, and knick-knacks that I had sitting around. I let her go, not
saying anything; besides, it was much nicer observing her for the moment.
She was short, but nicely built. A pretty, feminine face that was strong,
with an aristocratic nose and an angular, determined chin. Her eyes were
intelligent, yet vulnerable... I noticed that they never looked at me for
more than a few seconds.

"You have a lot of... *unusual* things around here," she said as she
returned to the sofa.
"Mmm, well... I like unusual antiques and historical things," I answered
with a shrug. She turned her attention to the little figurines I had
sitting on the coffee table, picking one of them up and examining it
carefully. She was stalling for time... looking for a way to get more
comfortable with me and break the ice between us. That was alright... I
understood her hesitation. I let her go for a few moments before I spoke.

"That's a little ushabti," I explained.
"Egyptian, right?" she asked. I shook my head in affirmation and scooted a
little closer to her.
"Yeah. They were miniature 'servants' that were placed in the tombs of the
dead," I continued as I took the figurine from her hand.
"For what purpose?" she asked quizzically.
"Uhmm... they were supposed to 'fill-in' for the deceased person and take
care of their work for them in the afterlife." I said.
"You mean the Egyptians didn't believe in retirement? Even if you died?"
she queried with a smirk. I smirked back, "Apparently not. They depended on
the 'shabtis to magically come to life and take care of all their shit-work
for them." I said with a grin and a wag of my eyebrows. She gave a little
laugh and smiled at me as I continued.
"See... they usually held a hoe, pick, or some other tool in their hands,
indicating that they were ready to work when called upon by Osiris," I
explained, pointing to the object held in the hand of my particular
'shabti. She gave another smile as I handed it back to her, and I watched her 
finger
it carefully, thinking of the look in her eyes when I spoke to her. She
looked... sad... lonely... 'haunted' somehow. I could sense great
complexity and confusion lurking behind her aqua soul-doors. She looked at
me almost innocently... with trust... or at least that she wanted to trust.
She looked like she had a ... a longing... like she was looking for
something. <Hell... aren't we all?> I thought to myself. She finally put
the 'shabti down and looked up at me thoughtfully.

"Why do you go to that club?" she asked seriously. I couldn't help but grin
and laugh a little. She just quirked her eyebrow, indicating that she still
expected an answer. I leaned back on the sofa and shrugged my shoulders.

"I dunno... its someplace to go... relax... have a few drinks... and feel
secure that no one is going to hit on me." I finished with a sly grin. Her
brows shot up further.
"No one hits on you? How come they hit on me?!" she asked incredulously. I
grinned again,
"You're new," I explained through a smirk. She rolled her eyes and made a
disgusted noise with her mouth. I leaned toward her a little bit, "I think
the more important question is, why have *you* started going there?" I
queried with my own arched brow. She smiled and took a slow sip of her
wine, stalling again. Sitting her glass down, she leaned back on the sofa
and looked at me.
"I dunno, really," she said with a shrug.
"I guess I'm like you in that I just want a place to hang out where I won't
be bothered and stared at." I chuckled, "Well, I hate to tell you, but
looking the way you do, you'll never achieve that." I explained as I too
sat back. She looked at me accusingly, "What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing, I just mean... well... you're a... a very pretty woman,
Katherine," I said hesitantly, feeling a wave of embarrassment suddenly
wash over me.
I actually felt *embarrassed* to tell her that I found her attractive.
Why?!
Normally I don't have a problem with that... but I suddenly felt very
strange saying it in front of her. That was bad... that was a sign that I
*really* liked her.
<Stay detached, asswipe... don't blow it,> I scolded myself. She answered
my compliment with a mumbled "thank you," and a bashful smile as she turned
her suddenly reddened cheeks away from me. It eased my nerves a little to
know that I wasn't the only one feeling self-conscious. She was shy... I
liked that.

"I'm not interested in 'picking up'... I just want a place where I can go
and relax and feel... 'safe'," she said softly as she turned back to look
at me again. I nodded in response,
"I don't go there to 'pick up' either... I just... well... I guess I want
the same... y'know," I admitted with a shrug. We just stared at each other
for a second, the sea-green ocean locking with the deep blue sky.
"So... what are we doing *here* then?" I said with wide eyes, wanting to
break the serious silence a little. She cracked a smile for a moment, but
then grew serious again. She turned toward me a bit more and leaned in
closer, causing all kinds of alarms to go off inside my head.
"I'm not trying to pick you up," she whispered as she drew nearer to my
face. My heart skipped a few beats... she was so close to me... I was
having trouble breathing... damn...
"Well then... what *are* you doing, exactly?" I managed to murmur as I
glanced down at her supple lips and back up to her eyes. They seemed to be
glowing in a blue hue, like a deadly gas flame. Oh shit I wanted to kiss
her. <No, no... stay in control...> I cautioned myself.
"I don't know yet," she whispered back to me, her voice low and sexy.
Her face moved even closer to me as she closed-in and licked her lips in
slow-motion. I could feel her faint breath on me as her lips descended
softly on mine to form a slow, languid kiss. She tasted like the wine, and
her lips were small and perfect, dainty and delicate. I could easily
swallow her whole, but I was determined to let her set the pace. My control
would be in staying calm... keeping my emotions and my wants reigned-in. I
didn't even move my hands to touch her; I just sat motionless against the
couch until she broke the kiss and looked deeply into my eyes.
I gave her a small smile,
"You be sure to let me know when you've figured it out, alright?" I said
with a whisper and a grin.
"Mmm... okay," she said with a little smile as she leaned in to kiss me
again.

I could hold-off on the first kiss, but this was too much. With every drag
and suckle of her tender lips, I could feel myself getting very turned-on.
She was like a little sex kitten, curling up beside me... purring and
lapping at me with a little wet tongue... goading me into playing with her.
My brain was doing backflips, and my stomach twisted painfully into knots
of anxiety. She was *so* sexy, and the hesitant little kisses that she was
planting on me were driving me to the brink of my sanity. I wanted to touch
her very, *very* badly.

I knew I was history when my hands finally betrayed me and slithered across
her thighs and up her back to pull her body toward me. She gave in much too
easily as her legs split apart and she slid onto my lap, fully straddling
me. She was petite and light, and we seemed to fit together perfectly. Our
tongues danced together, flicking in and out, tasting and exploring... as
she was a goddess, it was truly divine. She pushed her fingers into the
long curls of my hair as we stepped-up the intensity of our kisses even
further. Our front teeth clinked together and we both smiled and laughed a
little, amazed at the sudden ferocity of our meeting. I pressed her back
into me so that our bodies were touching, and I held her firmly as we
kissed deeper and deeper. My palms slid around her back and down her sides,
quickly finding the opening of her sweater at the base of her pants. They
swiftly lead my fingers inside to caress the bare, warm skin of her back as
I pulled her in to swallow her whole. She breathed against me in an
open-mouthed gasp as I pushed my hands around her sides and found her
silk-clad breasts. I spread my palms over the satiny, fleshy mounds,
squeezing and kneading them gently. Just as I was ready to move in for the
kill, she broke the kiss and pulled back away from me.

Shit... too much.
<Dammit,> I hissed to myself.

"What?" I whispered quietly as she closed her eyes and grimaced.
"What's wrong?" I asked again, hoping she would say "nothing" and we could
continue. I only touched her a little... she can't have a problem with
that, can she? She shook her head a little, "I'm sorry," she whispered thru
closed eyes as she leaned back and slid off my lap quickly... too quickly.
She got up and hurriedly grabbed her coat and purse off the couch.
<Okay, okay... she doesn't like to be fondled... I can do "do not
fondle"...just give me another chance,> I thought to myself. I hopped off the 
couch
too and went over to her as she was hastily yanking her jacket on.
"Katherine... wait... d-did I do something wrong?" I asked, gently grabbing
her arm. She wouldn't look at me, but I could see tears rapidly filling her
eyes.
"No... it's not you... I'm sorry," she said, finally looking up at me with
watery eyes full of genuine remorse. I opened my palms and hunched my
shoulders in a shrug, forming a "W" with my lips, but before I could say
the "What...?", she interjected,
"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry... I-I shouldn't have come... I shouldn't
have done this..." she stammered as she started backing up toward the door.
I'm sure I must have looked at her like she had 2 heads... I'd never had
anyone totally bolt on me like this. My brows crinkled fiercely in
confusion.
"I'm so sorry... really...," she said as she shook her head and continued
to back-peddle.
"Wait, Katherine... I understand... it's okay... we don't have to --" I
said as I began walking toward her, trying to stop her from running, but
she interrupted again, putting her hand out to stop me from approaching
her, "No... no, I-I can't... I'm sorry," she said, her voice cracking
nervously as she shook her head more and opened the door.
"...I'm *really* sorry," she finished as she opened the door and scurried
out like a frightened animal. I stood in the doorway and watched her jog
down the walk toward her car. She hopped in and immediately sped away and
into the night. All I could do was stand there and shake my head, wondering
what in the hell just happened.

I spent the rest of the night sleepless, moping around wondering what had
gone wrong, and whether I'd ever see Katherine again. Although I seriously
doubted it, I secretly held out hope that she would return with an
explanation for me. It would be such a shame not to see her again... I
really did like her, and we seemed to have that elusive 'chemistry' that is
so ideal. She might - dare I say it? - even be what I've always been
looking for. Well... what I've been looking for *except* for the apparent
neurosis about being touched. Maybe it wasn't the touching... maybe it was
just that we don't really know each other... or maybe she just felt that
things were moving a bit fast.
<Yeah, but *she* made the first move, not me,> I thought to myself.
...Yeah, anyway... So it wasn't my fault... was it? Oh fuck it. As much as
I was attracted to her - and I knew I was in a big way - I knew I wouldn't
have the patience to wait around for some beautiful but unstable woman to
decide what she wants. It was the same old shit... this part had happened
to me before, you see. <Christ... I'll be fucking single *forever*...> I
thought pessimistically. I decided to add a healthy slug of brandy to the
cup of coffee I was now drinking to see if perhaps I could numb myself to
sleep. Sure enough, within an hour, I found myself getting very comfortable
watching bad sitcom reruns while curled up on my ratty old couch. For a
change, I looked forward to going to work in the morning...
at least it would take my mind off this depressing and confusing night.
Unfortunately, however, it would not take my mind off Katherine Scully.

The next week dragged on dreadfully slow. I spent lots of time tapping my
pencil on the edge of my desk while staring out the window, daydreaming
about the lovely little red-haired Venus. I hated the fact that I was
thinking about her, because she really pissed me off by bolting. The more I
thought about the whole thing, the angrier I got. I don't like to be
ditched... especially so abruptly. I had only been ditched twice before,
and both times it was by little beauties who got wigged-out by my
intensity.
See, I don't just sleep with anyone for the hell of it... well, not anymore
anyway. I have to *like* the person, and I have to be genuinely attracted
to them. And, I like to come on strong, to see if they've got what it takes
up front. So... maybe that is construed as intense... but its only because
I need to make sure that the person isn't a total loser. I want someone who
has some substance... someone who can handle the intensity and is willing
to come back for more. So where's the crime in that, huh? What bothered me
most about Katherine was *why* she had bolted. I mean, you don't come on to
someone like a freight train and then flip out when they return the
overture. It just didn't make sense, and that's why it bothered me. I
finally came to the conclusion that Katherine was 'new' at being gay, and
that I was perhaps one of her first attempts at having an 'encounter'. She
was most likely still in the 'turmoil and inner struggle' stage, so I
surmised that she simply didn't know how to handle it yet, period. It
really was a shame... I would very much have liked being her 'encounter'. I
tried to convince myself to forget about her... it wouldn't be wise to get
involved with someone who was unsure and had a tendency to take flight when
things got hot-n-heavy... I'd had enough of that shit in my life... no
sense inviting more... just forget about her... yeah, yeah... that's the
ticket.

I noticed in the next few weeks that I had been hanging out at the club
less and less. Why, I don't know. Maybe I was getting bored with it...
maybe it wasn't helping me 'relax' anymore... maybe I was just tired of the
freak- show. I reluctantly acknowledged that I was at a stage in my life
where I could easily become despondent if I wanted to. I had only a
mediocre job that barely held my interest... I lived alone... I wasn't
particularly close to my family... I lived alone... I didn't have very many
close friends... I lived alone... I hadn't had a meaningful relationship
with anyone in ages... and, oh yeah... I lived by myself too. I did my best
to fight off the depression though. My motto was: what good does being
depressed do? It doesn't change anything, it just makes it seem worse. It
was sometimes hard to fight it though.

I was thinking of Katherine less and less too. I suppose that was a good
thing, being that I probably would never see her again. On occasion I had
some "I wonder what might have been" type ponderances strike me, but that
was about it. I also briefly entertained the thought of tracking her down
like a psycho, but the fact that she was a cop stopped those thoughts
pretty abruptly. After a few months, I nearly forgot about her completely.

Isn't that how it always happens?

Once again, I was on my way home from work when I remembered that I needed
some things at the store. We were having a nice early-summer rainstorm, so
I parked my Jeep and sprinted into one of my favorite little markets to
grab the stuff. I whisked thru the store with my basket and was almost done
when I rounded the corner of the bread aisle,

... and there She was.

She had a navy blue suit on and a basket hanging off her arm, her orange
hair grabbing my attention as she snatched a loaf of bread off the shelf. I
actually stopped dead in my tracks and my jaw went completely slack. I
stared at her for what seemed to be an eternity as all the feelings I had
pushed aside now came stealing back into my head... Dammit... It was almost
painful to look at her again, which really surprised me. I hadn't realized
how much I had fought my attraction to this woman until that very moment.
As she dropped the bread into her basket and started to turn toward me, it
seemed like everything moved in slow-motion. She pushed some hair away from
her eyes and began to lift her head up, and I panicked. I quickly spun
around so that my back was toward her, and I took off around the corner
from whence I came. I had no idea if she saw me or recognized me... all I
suddenly cared about was getting the hell out of there... fuck getting the
bread that I desperately needed.

I got up to the cashier and, of course, there was a line. Shit! Why is that
*always* the situation when you're in a desperate hurry?! I seriously
contemplated dumping my entire basket and just bolting. Luckily my cool
head prevailed, and I convinced myself to wait patiently. Someone soon came
up behind me in line, so I figured I was somewhat safe from being spotted.
I just stared straight ahead, not daring to turn around and look for her.
<Damn... I was looking forward to a nice, relaxing weekend of doing
nothing... now I'll be thinking about *Her* all weekend... shit...> I
thought to myself with a sigh. As I moved to put my stuff onto the
check-out counter, my arm bumped the person behind me. I turned to
apologize, managing only to get out, "Oh I'm sorr--" when I saw who I had
bumped...

*Her*

She was the one standing behind me... *intentionally* standing *closely*
behind me, I might add. Our eyes locked. I held very still, not even
blinking. My jaw clenched together tightly. She finally quirked one corner
of her mouth,
"You weren't even going to say 'hello' to me?" she asked quietly. I looked
back at her gravely, my eyes threatening to catch fire, "No." I responded
point-blank. Her eyes widened a little, apparently shocked by my remark.
"Wow... that's pretty bad," she murmured as she blinked rapidly and looked
downward.
"Well, what did you expect?" I said curtly. I felt my anger spike as I
looked at her bowed head. She expected me to be thrilled to see her? To
throw my arms around her and give her a big kiss 'hello'?? What the fuck
was she thinking?! I was glaring at her now, and I knew it... and I didn't
care. She looked back up at me.
"I owe you an explanation... I realize that," she said apologetically. I
said nothing, I just continued to stare at her with dark, unyielding eyes.
She blinked some more and darted her eyes away, "Could you please not...
*stare* at me... like that?" she said, her voice quavering nervously.
Good... I was getting to her... I wanted to unnerve her. I wanted her to
feel my anger. I still said nothing, and I still stared at her, my lips
pursed tightly. She licked her lips and closed her eyes for a moment.
"Listen...," she began, her head bowed, "Could we... go someplace and...
talk," she said quietly, finally looking up at me.
"I'd like to try to... explain... okay?" she said, looking at me with sad,
blue eyes that asked forgiveness. The check-out clerk broke our little
show- down with a rude, 'Are you gonna buy this stuff, or what?!', so I
turned and paid for my basket of goodies quickly while Katherine continued
to watch and wait for an answer. I said nothing as I grabbed my bags, but
before I walked out, I turned to her,
"Y'know... I don't think I give a damn about your 'explanation',
Katherine," I said coldly with a dark scowl. Then I turned away and walked
out the door of the market, leaving her standing there with an
open-mouthed, shocked expression on her face.

Okay... so I'm a bitch... but I can't help it. Seeing her again upset me,
and I was pissed that she acted like I should have welcomed her with open
arms. She ditched me. She came on to me, and then she left abruptly with no
explanation whatsoever. That justifies treating her like shit, and maybe
even a little worse, in my book. I didn't need this. I mean, she seemed
like a nice girl, and she was smart and beautiful and all that shit... but
I just don't *need* to be jerked around by someone who doesn't know what
the fuck they want, y'know?! I would be stupid to get involved with someone
like that... wouldn't I??
<...just forget about her...> I told myself as I drove home. <...it's
fucking impossible, so just *forget* her...> I thought miserably. Too bad I
hadn't stopped at a liquor store... I had a feeling I was going to be
needing a couple shots of vodka on the rocks tonight.

Somewhere around 11:00 p.m., I thought I heard a knocking on my door.
I had the television turned up a bit loud to drown-out the sounds of my
arguing next-door neighbors, so I wasn't sure what the noise was. I hauled
my almost-drunken ass up off the sofa to see what it was. Peering out the
peep-hole, I didn't see anything, but I opened the door anyway.

There She was... again.

She looked up at me with those soulful sea eyes, hair and clothes soaking
wet, making her look like a drowned rat. She proved to be an immediate cure
for my state of near-intoxication. I stared at her wide-eyed, genuinely
surprised to see her.

"You might not want to hear my explanation, but at least let me apologize
to you," she said, her eyes looking right at mine but then drifting down to
my chest, like a child who had done something shameful. Damn... I'm a
sucker for watery, sad eyes. She looked back up at me as I stared at her,
uncompromising and stiff-jawed. Several silent seconds passed until I
finally broke my stare and looked away, sighing heavily. It was probably a
bad idea to invite her inside. Even though I really *did* want to hear the
explanation, I did *not* want to get myself all wound-up over this woman
again. The heart can only take so much, you know, and alcohol tends to
bring out the worst in me. ...But how could I resist that face... and those
eyes... and those lips... Dammit! ...Dammit! @#$%&*!!

"Come in," I finally conceded, opening the door wider to allow her inside.
She gave me a little smile of thanks and stepped in.
"Something to drink?" I asked her lightly as I walked past her and into the
kitchen.
"Uhm... no, thanks... I can't stay long," she said quietly as she crossed
her arms and stood in the middle of the living room looking uncomfortable.
I poured myself a new drink and walked out to stand in front of her,
sipping from my glass and looking at her expectantly. She just looked at me

with those rosebud lips and nervous aqua orbs... I told myself to stay
sharp... I couldn't afford to be captivated by her beauty right now.
"You wanted to tell me something?" I said, my voice tinged with a hint of
smart-ass. She took a deep breath and looked down, garnering strength, I
supposed.
"I... I just wanted to... apologize," she said as she looked up at me,
"...for leaving so suddenly... I just...," she hesitated and shrugged her
shoulders,
"...I dunno... I just got a little scared... and I wasn't prepared for
things to move so... quickly... I guess...," she shook her head and looked
absently at my chest. I stared hard at her the entire time, not flinching.
"You're *staring* at me again," she said as she looked up and gave me a
brow-arch. I gave her one more good glare, then turned to sit my glass down
on the nearby table. When I turned back, I said nothing... I just stepped
up to her and quickly slid my hands into her hair, smothering her lips with
a burning kiss.

I don't know what came over me, honestly. I just wanted to kiss her and
take her off-guard. Maybe I just wanted to get right down to it and see if
she was going to bolt again... no point in beating around the bush, right?
I actually expected her to push me away, so I was quite surprised when she
wrapped her arms around me and opened her mouth beneath mine. My stomach
did a double-flip and a hot flush spread upward from my chest to my face
when I felt her tongue snaking out to taste me. She stabbed delicately,
sweeping along my teeth and tangling gently with my tongue. I didn't dare
to deepen the kiss - I let her set the pace for now, and she did. She
pulled my body closer to her, touching our breasts and stomachs together as
she pushed her hands up my back and clutched me tightly.

She tasted of wine... or was that me? ...and I could smell a mixture of
shampoo and perfume on her skin. I snaked my arms around her waist and
pulled us together even closer, kissing her deeply. She let a quiet groan
seep into my mouth as her fingers reached up and twined in my hair.
She kept surprising me... I had only wanted to kiss her... I didn't expect
her to try to suck my lips off my face. Nevertheless, we continued to kiss
hungrily, our excitement escalating with each heaving breath. I needed to
sit down, or lie down, or something... no... wait... wait, wait, *wait*...
what was I doing?! Shit!... I didn't want to do this!... I had to get
*control* back... I suddenly broke the kiss and separated us, placing my
hands on her shoulders. She looked up at me with foggy, confused eyes, her
lips red and slightly swollen.
"I accept your apology, Katherine," I said as I pinned her with a dark
gaze.
She looked at my chest for a moment, biting on her upper lip.
"My name isn't Katherine... it's Dana," she said quietly. The glare
reappeared in my eyes as I looked back at her, "I see," I replied curtly
with a slight nod of my head.
"...Anything else you want to clarify, *Dana*?" I asked pointedly as I
dropped my hands from her shoulders. She looked away, pursing her lips
together, then looked back at me.
"Yes... I don't intend to leave this time," she said assuredly, looking me
right in the eyes.
"Really?" I said, my voice laced with doubt and sarcasm.
"...Really...," she replied softly as she brought her hands up to the
buttons of her shirt and began to pop them open, revealing herself to me.

I stood still, remaining completely calm as she finished undoing the
buttons and dropped the shirt to the floor, standing before me in just blue
jeans and a black brassiere. She stared at me unwavering as she reached for
my hands and placed my palms on the skin of her chest. She was showing me
that she wanted this... that she was no longer afraid... but somehow I
still had my doubts. I stood there for a moment, wondering what to do. It
was one of the few times when I was unsure of my next move. Should I go for
it and let myself be momentarily entertained by the little goddess? ...or
should I just forget about it and spare myself the pain that would
undoubtedly be forthcoming when she once again bolted away.
...what to do... what to do...

Fuck it. I hadn't been laid in so long, I almost forgot what it was like. I
needed to have a good time, and I could keep myself detached... couldn't I?
...of course I could... I did it all the time. I could tell myself to just
enjoy her and not go beyond that... right? ...sure I could.

I lifted my hand up to touch her cheek. So soft... so smooth... she seemed
almost innocent. I looked at her with smoldering eyes... suddenly wanting
nothing more than to burn her with their intensity. I wanted to consume her
with passion... feast on her like a ravenous animal... and make her call
out for divine intervention. My need for power and control began to rear
its ugly head as the want surged through my veins. I felt like my hands
were on fire as I reached down and took hold of one of her hands and pulled
her toward the bedroom.

When we reached the darkened room, I knelt down in front of her and
unzipped her jeans, tugging them down and off of her. She remained still as
I pulled her panties down and off, then stood back up and unclasped her bra
and tossed it aside. She must have known that I wanted to dominate her to
test her assuredness, because she didn't even bat an eyelash. In fact, her
eyes radiated a passion of their own... burning and flaming inside that
pretty little head of hers while her chest heaved excitedly. Oooo... this
could be promising.

I didn't touch her anywhere, I just stepped close to her and slipped my
hands around her neck, dipping my head down to kiss her lips softly. She
reached her arms around me and kissed me back, darting her tongue out to
dance with me. I backed her up to the bed so that she sat down on it, and I
climbed up, pulling on her arm so that she lay down beside me. She moved
cautiously, probably unsure of what I wanted, exactly. That was okay...
she'd find out soon enough. I pulled our bodies together and slid my
jean-clad thigh between her naked ones so that she straddled mine, and I
leaned forward to kiss her again. She moved her hands to my shirt and
started to pull it upward, obviously wanting to remove it. Without saying
anything, nor removing my lips from hers, I brushed her hand away and
continued to dine on the sweet taste inside her mouth.

After a few minutes of intense lip-locking, I rolled us over so that she
was on her back, then I grasped her wrists, pulling her arms up over her
head while pinning her with a smoldering look and an evil grin. She looked
back at me, quirking a nervous little smile that said she wasn't sure about
all this.

"Do you like to play, or do you just wanna fuck?" I whispered roughly
against her lips as I straddled her, still fully clothed, and ground my
hips against hers a little. I could see her chest rising and falling
rapidly, and her eyes looked a little scared. It made me grin wickedly.
"I... want you to take off your clothes," she managed to whisper. I shook
my head, "Not yet... first I want to play," I whispered again. She said nothing,
just stared at me with wide eyes as I pushed myself back and began to
devour her nude form silently with my eyes while touching her delicately
with my fingertips. I leaned down to place a soft kiss underneath her jaw,
then pressed my lips to her ear, "Don't worry... I won't hurt you," I said 
softly, placing a kiss on her cheek.
"I know you won't," she whispered quietly, but with surprising assurance.
It made me pull back and look at her. Her eyes were suddenly steady and
sure, and it made my mouth twist into a little smile. Oooo... she was so
cocksure?... hmmm... I liked that. On the other hand... that could be bad
too... that made me want to force her into submission... punish her a
little... like I said before, I wanted her to beg for divine intervention.
...Aren't I a sadistic fuck?

I leaned down toward her very slowly, and when I was within striking
distance of her mouth, she parted her lips, wanting to kiss me, but I
teased her instead, sticking the tip of my tongue out to lick her lips
gently. I could feel the warm gasps of air against my face as I continued
the assault along her jaw... down her throat... across each clavicle... I
wanted to feel her skin quiver beneath my lips... feel her muscles tense
beneath my palms... and taste the end result with my waiting tongue.

I let my lips skim lightly across the flawless surface of her ivory soft
skin, barely touching it. I kissed and nibbled delicately, not missing a
single square inch, and stopping just briefly to gently suck her nipples.
Her back arched up off the bed when my lips closed around the hardened
buds.
Ahhh... a weak spot... I'd definitely have to come back to those later...
right now my mission was to drive her crazy, and judging from the way she
was squirming, I'd say I was right on-target.

Her petite body was so divine, I could have feasted on it all night... but
I was beginning to get hungry for more than just skin. As I worked my way
down her stomach to her thighs, she pushed her fingers into my hair,
digging her nails into my scalp as I neared her groin. I couldn't help but
smile as the tip of my nose neared the soft tuft of hair at the juncture of
her thighs... this hair had the same herbal, flowery smell as the hair on
her head, and for some reason it made me break into a huge smile. The
feeling of her hands pushing my head downward told me that she was getting
anxious, so I decided to stop fooling around.

I pushed my nose into her hair, letting the warm air from my nostrils
infiltrate her as I exhaled. Sliding my hands down to her knees, I pushed
her thighs apart as she mindlessly clenched and unclenched handfuls of the
hair on my head. Her thighs yielded open to me, and I let my lips wander
down to feel their welcoming warmth. Her sweet aroma filled my nostrils as
I kissed her outer lips, being careful not to delve in just yet. I couldn't
see how wet she was, but I didn't need to... I could smell the glistening
juices that trickled from her, and I could hardly wait to lap at them. I
felt her shudder as my warm breath gusted over her, and she gasped aloud
when my tongue finally slipped down, delving into her honey-drenched folds.
She let out a groan and dug her nails into my scalp as I lapped delicately
at her, savoring each little morsel with my lips and tongue. She writhed
slowly and clenched her fists in my hair again as she slowly moved her hips
back and forth... drawing away from me, then pushing up into my face. She
was warm, creamy, and soooo sweet... I wanted to devour her. She made
little, breathy "Uhh" and "Mmm" noises, and I could feel her excitement
slowly building. Before she came though, I decided that I wanted to feel
her naked flesh against mine... I wanted my skin to feel her skin when it
tensed... I wanted to feel the hot rush spread through her... I wanted to
*feel* her when she came.

Come on now... you didn't really think I'd be foolish enough to finish this
completely clothed, did you?

I guess some people might think it cruel, but just when things started to
heat up nicely, I stopped abruptly and knelt between her legs. She brought
herself up to her elbows and looked at me, confused.

"What's wrong?" she queried with her brows knitted together and her chest
heaving. I smiled at her and leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on her
lips, allowing her to taste herself.
"I want you to undress me now," I whispered quietly against her lips as I
stroked the soft skin of her stomach with my palms. I think I started to
get really turned-on when she looked back at me confused and wary. I could
tell that she was perplexed by my actions, which was exactly what I wanted.
I mean, come on... didn't she realize that the best sex results from that
which is totally unexpected?? Again, like a little trusting fool, she sat
up and gingerly reached out to undress me. I sat still and said nothing...
I wanted to see what she'd do.

Mistake.

She was catching on to me... it suddenly became obvious as she cleverly
began to turn the tables. I could tell what she was doing as she skillfully
and erotically undressed me, pausing here and there to plant dainty little
kisses on my body. I must admit, I'd never had anyone do it to me before,
and those who did try were way too clumsy... but not the little goddess...
she was quite nimble, and surprisingly sensual. Okay... score a point for
the little Venus... she had chutzpah.

After she'd undressed me, I fixed her with a nice dark, wanting stare, but
it didn't last long. I was now sitting, and she knelt right beside me,
staring back at me with those icy, sea-blue eyes of hers. It was eerie... I
felt as though I could nearly read her mind, and she mine. She told me that
she understood my need for control... that she understood my deep-seated
fears... that she understood the real motivations behind my behaviors...
and that she wasn't afraid of me. Much to my chagrin, I felt myself
softening underneath her stare... my sharp, hardened edges were becoming
dull... the dark glare in my eyes was losing its luster. I could feel
myself filling with passion and trust, and real feelings of affection --
all that yucky, mushy shit that I detested. What was with this woman?? How
could she have such an effect on me, the *Master* of Detachment!??

As I fought the battle inside my head, Dana leaned toward me slowly and
placed an incredibly tender kiss on my lips. It said "I want you"... "give
yourself to me"... "let me have you"... I felt my willpower slip further
away as she straddled me and kissed me harder, forcing me to lie back down
on the bed. Her sumptuous lips worked their magic on me while her fingers
wandered around, feeling and touching me all over. I had no fight left in
me, and all reason seemed to have drained out of my head, for I just laid
there and kissed her while she stretched her body out on top of me,
covering what she could with her warm flesh. I tried to tell myself that it
was alright... that I should just let her pleasure me, and surprisingly, my
normally belligerent mind said nothing in return. She had even mesmerized
my stubborn mind... will wonders never cease?

After assaulting my mouth with her lips, Dana began to work her magic on
the rest of my body. She slid herself downward, kissing my chest and the
valley between my breasts. I managed to contain myself as she placed her
mouth around my now-hardened nipples, and she sucked and nipped gingerly at
each little bud until I was forced to dig my fingernails into her
shoulders. She continued, kissing a path with her velvety lips down my taut
body. She peppered my stomach with a mixture of feather-light kisses and
stabs from the tip of her tongue. I placed my hands on her head, pushing my
fingers into her silky tresses while she licked me. She stopped for just a
moment and looked up at me, smiling gently and happily at me. I swear to
God... it nearly brought tears to my eyes, and I found myself smiling back
at her. Uhhhhhhhh... fuckkkk...!!

What *was* it about her that made me feel this way? ...why was I suddenly
feeling all these things that normally did not inhabit my body??
It was absolutely astounding me. The combination of these incredible
emotional sensations, coupled with Dana's soft lips touching and exploring
me was pushing me to the edge of my sanity. I don't know what I wanted
more... to taste her, or for her to make me come hard.

The anticipation was nearly killing me as she finally meandered down to my
nest of curls, gently kissing me all over and pushing her nose into my
soft, kinky hair. I let my head fall back as I felt her dainty tongue snake
out to taste me carefully. She stabbed at my cunt delicately, exploring and
licking all over before she pressed her lips to me. I absently began to
rock my hips against her as I dug my fingers into her scalp. She slid a
hand underneath my thigh and ass, and I felt the tickle of her fingertips
just before she slid a finger, then two, inside me. Uhhhh... shit... it
felt reeeaaalllyyy good... *she* was good... fuck... how did I go for such
a long period of time without this?! ...I must be *stupid*...

The sensation of Dana's fingers gliding in and out of me, and her warm lips
suckling my swollen clit made my head begin to spin. My body began to
shudder uncontrollably as an old, familiar feeling sprung to life inside
me. The burning sensation began in the pit of my belly and slowly crept
upward as the little Venus continued to feast on my most sensitive parts.
It didn't take long until I couldn't hold out anymore. My back
involuntarily arched up off the bed and I grabbed a fistful of Dana's hair
as the orgasm erupted like a volcano, rendering me breathless and making my
cunt convulse and grip her still-probing fingers.

I think I might have blacked-out... it was *that* overpowering. I
definitely lost a few seconds anyway, because the next thing I was aware of
was Dana's face in front of mine, looking into my glazed eyes and wearing
that sweet smile while I was gasping for air. I couldn't even say
anything... I just reached up and pulled her down for a huge kiss. I
quickly gathered my senses and was able to remember that I had not gotten
the pleasure of finishing the delicious task of eating my little goddess.

Determined to regain control and conquer her, I rolled us over so that I
was once again on top. She obviously knew what was to come, because her
hands nervously ran up and down my naked back, twining in my hair as our
kisses alternated between tender and impassioned. A million ideas ran
through my mind... all the things I could do to her... all the vulnerable
positions I could put her in... all the ways I could explore her... what to
do... what to do.

I made a snap decision and grabbed her by the shoulders, rolling her over
onto her stomach. She wasn't too keen on it at first and resisted a little,
but my kisses on her neck and shoulders must have convinced her to trust
me. I pushed her damp hair away from her neck and kissed it some more...
just a few kisses here and there, and then I turned my attentions
elsewhere, for I was too eager to let my lips explore the rest of her
delicious body. I trailed my lips down her spine, feeling goosebumps arise
on her skin in their wake. I kissed all along her sides and down over her
buttocks, sticking my tongue out here and there to taste and sample her
skin. I eased her thighs open a little and quickly slipped in-between her
legs, making her squirm -- whether or not it was excitement or discomfort,
I don't know.
I only knew that I wanted to feel her heat and wetness... so I did. I
slipped my hands underneath her and let my fingers delve into her
dripping-wet crevice. Oh sweet goddess... she was saturated... overflowing
with nectar... I nearly came again just from the feel of her on my hand.
She squirmed more and gripped the bedsheets tightly, pressing her face into
the bed to muffle her groans. She moved her hips and pressed herself
against my hand, desperate for me to fuck her with my fingers. Of course I
wanted to oblige her, but not before I indulged myself.

I pulled up on her hips, wanting to angle her ass upwards a bit, and she
quickly and eagerly obeyed. As she opened her knees wider for me, I leaned
down to her and spread her apart so that I had better access. I don't know
which one of us let out the louder groan when my tongue finally touched her
overflowing cunt... it was *so* good. She was the sweetest, most delectable
woman I've ever had the pleasure of tasting, and believe me, my palette is
quite particular. I grabbed her ass hard and slid my long fingers along her
slippery valley, pushing them up over her swollen, sensitive clit. She
groaned and jerked when I pushed two of them inside her and swirled my
juice-coated thumb around her anus. I pumped my fingers in and out of her
while I bent down to lightly kiss and bite her perfect, firm ass cheeks. I
could tell she was nearing her climax, but I wasn't quite ready for it to
be over yet. Besides... I wanted to antagonize her a little.

I suddenly withdrew my fingers and pushed down on her ass so that she
collapsed onto the bed with a muffled "oomph". Then I grabbed her hips and
rolled her over onto her back again. The expression on her face was nothing
short of breath-taking. Copper hair strewn across her face...
flushed cheeks... burning, wanton eyes... heaving, glistening chest... god,
she was beautiful. I couldn't help but grin at her as I hovered over her
and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her open lips. She reached up
rather quickly and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a
deeper kiss. I declined her grip, however, and removed her arms from my
neck, pinning them up over her head while insistently kissing her slowly.
Again, being the smart cookie that she is, she immediately caught on to
what I wanted and passively let me have my way. We alternated our kisses...
soft and gentle, then deep and passionate... each time taking immense
pleasure in tasting each other on our tongues. I soon wished to pick up
where I had left off though, and the burning glare in her eyes told me that
she was desperately craving the release that was pent-up inside her. I soon
finished off our kissing with an evil little smile and then traveled my
lips down her body once again.

Wasting little time, I arrived at her soft thatch of hair and noticed that
her thighs yielded open to me immediately... a silent invitation for me to
partake. I kissed all around her hot center first, then licked her entire
valley, bottom to top. She let out a guttural moan of pleasure... or was it
relief? I carefully swirled my tongue around her clit, pressing my lips
fully around the sensitive button and sucking lightly. With that, she
arched her back and thrust her hips into my face, releasing another quiet
groan and whispering "oh goddd". Ahhh... at last... the call for Divine
Intervention... it was music to my arrogant ears... I think I even laughed
a little. Pleased by her whimpering, I now became intent on making her lose
control... I wanted to see, hear, and feel her come hard.

I grabbed hold of her ass and laved her valley with my tongue, dampening my
nose as I stabbed deeply into her with it. She began thrusting her hips
against my face, and I again plunged two fingers into her hot cavern,
pistoning them rapidly while I sucked and flicked my tongue back and forth
across her hardened clit. I suddenly felt a sharp tug of hair being yanked
from my scalp when she brought her hands down and clutched it desperately.
She let out one more murmur of "oh goddd" and gasped a few deep breaths of
air before I felt her whole body tense up as she came with a ferocious
intensity... at least it *felt* and *sounded* pretty fucking ferocious. I
could feel her orgasm subsiding, but she was still heaving as I slowed my
suckling and eventually withdrew my fingers.

Well, this is where I normally call it quits. We fuck around... I make them
come... sometimes they make me come... yadda yadda yadda... and then it's
time for them to leave. I stay completely detached... It's safest - believe
me. And I don't do the post-sex hugging, cuddling, and kissing crap. It's
just not for me. You get off - I get off - buh-bye, honey - see ya later...
that's how I normally operate.

Notice I said *normally*.
Once again, however, Little Ms. Scully had me changing my evil ways.

I lifted my head up a little to steal a look at her. The moon was shining
right in the window, casting a perfect beam of light into the bedroom and
across her sprawled body. Her head was tilted back slightly... eyes
closed... lips parted open, still breathing raggedly. Her chest and stomach
moved up and down as she breathed, and her left breast jiggled slightly as
her heart thudded against her ribcage.

I cannot describe the feeling that overcame me while I watched her... it
was unlike anything I'd ever felt or experienced before. It was a sense
of... awe... or something... I don't even know. It's like I was momentarily
paralyzed... she was so beautiful... so perfect. She looked like an angel
lying there on my bed. She had allowed me to take control of her... she had
trusted me... and I had allowed and trusted the same.
This was an important milestone for me. Suddenly - and very much against my
prudent judgment - I wished that she would stay.

Her thighs were trembling slightly; I could feel them. So, contrary to
protocol, I slowly leaned down and kissed a soft path from her groin over
to them, letting my lips rest against them for a minute or two. She didn't
move, she just lay very still and continued to catch her breath. I
continued, pushing my nose and lips upward through the downy thatch of hair
and up to her stomach where I placed a few more kisses, and then rested
again.

Suddenly, I felt hands touch me and arms encircle my neck and head. She
gave me a tight squeeze and held onto me as I turned my head and pressed my
cheek against her sweat-dampened skin. I slid my arms up her sides and
underneath her shoulders, resting myself on her while we both calmed down.
I could hear and feel her heart, still thumping inside her chest. We laid
like that in silence for a long time... I may have even dozed off... I
don't really remember. I do, however, remember sliding off of her at some
point and rolling over onto my back. She immediately turned toward me and
scooted right up against me, like that little kitten again. It was foreign
to me, and yet she seemed so familiar. She slid her leg overtop of mine and
laid her head against my shoulder so that I could wrap my arm around her,
pulling her securely against me. I fell asleep with my lips touching her
head, and her arm stretched across my abdomen while she silently caressed
my skin with loving softness. I never slept so soundly in my entire life.

Sometime later, I awoke suddenly, jerked out of my peaceful slumber by a
feeling of panic. I looked beside me and saw that Dana was gone.
...Shit... Wait a minute... I was disappointed because she was gone...??
...good god... what the hell *happened* here last night?! ...What time was
it anyway? ...four forty-five... wow... early riser. I sat up fully and
rubbed my weary eyes. Glancing around the room, I saw some of the remnants
from last night... my shirt... my underwear... my bra... all *my* stuff.
Okay, so she wasn't just in the bathroom taking a pee... she really was
gone. I let out a big sigh and flopped back down on the bed.
Staring up at the ceiling, I told myself that I was crazy to think that I
was in love with this woman. I couldn't fall in love with her, and it
really was for the best that she was gone. It was best to stay
uninvolved... it was best not to get too serious with her - or anyone, for
that matter. It was best to stick to the tried-and-true plan - keep it
simple, and nobody gets hurt... it was *best* to STAY *DETACHED*. Yes,
yes... *detached*.

I must have fallen asleep again, because the next time I awoke, the clock
read 8:30 a.m. I really didn't feel like getting up. What was the point? It
was just going to be another shit-infested day spent bored and alone. I
suddenly wished that Trojans was open for breakfast. After trying
unsuccessfully to fall back asleep, I finally got up and threw on a shirt,
trudging bare-assed out to the kitchen to see if I had any coffee... or
whiskey... or barbiturates. As I walked through the living room, I noticed
a slip of paper sitting underneath my ushabti. I picked it up and squinted
at it. It read:

" ...I know where you live...

- D "

A huge grin spread across my face. Well... maybe this wasn't going to be
such a bad life after all.


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