From: Foxie Meg <mrschatterly@hotmail.com>
To: <XFilesNC17ff@yahoogroups.com>
Subject: [XFNC17ff] Unsubtle Goddess (Scully Slash)
Date: Wednesday, July 25, 2001 12:36 PM

Title: Unsubtle Goddess

Author: Foxie Meg

Keywords: V, Scully Slash, slight
Mulder/Other, Mulder/self, MSR of
a sort

Disclaimer: Right.  You think I'd be
doing this for free if I could make
money on it?

Rating: NC-17 for graphic consensual
sex between women, elements of auto-
erotica, and adult language.

Archive:  Sure.  Just don't try to say
it isn't mine - I'm possessive like
that. :)

Feedback: Please!  I'm a little nervous
to know how this is going to go over.

Author's Notes: Well, I'm being very
brave, since the first story I'm posting
to this list is also my first (and, so
far, only) slash fic.  Be gentle. :)

Dedication: To the one who asked for it
in the first place, (you know who you
are!) and to Jen and Nancy who were brave
enough to beta.


***
"Sisters kiss freely and unsubtle friends
Wrestle like lovers..."

"The Twins" - Karl Jay Shapiro
***


"Erin's coming."

I don't know who Erin is, but she must
be someone really special, if the smile
on Scully's face is anything to go by.

It's Friday, and we're sitting surrounded
by paperwork.  When the phone rang a minute
ago, I answered, expecting it to be Skinner.

Instead, a rich female voice asked for Scully.
Actually, for Dana.

A little surprised, I held out the phone to
her.

"It's for you - Dana."

She scowled slightly at me as she took the
receiver from me, saying sweetly, "This is
Dana."

A moment later, a small smirk tugged at her
lips and she said warmly, softly, "Erin!  It's
been awhile."

Then it happened - the most amazing thing I've
ever seen.  It started in her eyes, this warm
glow like summer sunshine - or like a fire in
the fireplace at Christmas - and it spread,
smoothing over her entire face like warm honey,
eventually claiming her lips and softening her
expression like a fuzzy lens in a romantic
scene from an old movie.

"Today?"

They should bottle that smile and sell it.
Or frame it and hang it in the Louvre.  Or
maybe just put it in my own private collection.

"That would be fine - I'm not doing anything
this afternoon."

A pause.

"Wonderful!  You can meet my partner."

Uh-oh.

She laughed, and my worry grew exponentially
with her next words.

"Yes, *that* partner.  The only one I've
got, Erin."

*That* one?  What does she mean "that"
partner?  Which one?  The spooky one?
The inconsiderate one?  The crazy one?

What has she told Erin about me?

She hung up and looked at me with her "happy"
look.  The one she gets sometimes when she
finds out she's getting a tax refund.  The one
she gets when TCBY has her favorite flavor
sorbet.

The one I wish I could give her more than I
do.

"Erin's coming," she said simply, as if that
solved all the problems of the universe.

Which brings us back to this present moment.

"Old friend of yours?" I venture.

"Roommate my last two years as an undergrad."

She smiles again, turning back to the computer.

"She's a photographer."

"Oh, that's nice," I say, because I don't know
what else to say.  Scully's still smiling.

She never smiles this much.

Who *is* this Erin?

***

She's a goddess.

Scully's gone upstairs for a moment to
retrieve a blood and urine analysis from
the lab guys, but I don't need anyone to
tell me who this is standing in the doorway.

No wonder Scully was smiling.

She isn't pushy or pretentious, or loud and
brassy.

But whatever her gaze touches belongs to her,
and I am possessed.

Her hair is a dark auburn that at first
appears to be a lovely brunette, but when she
moves, you see sparks of gold and fire.

Her eyes are a glittering green, dark emerald.

Her skin is much like Scully's, smooth and pale.

I open my mouth to speak as her smile breaks
knowingly over me.

I don't get my chance.  There is a flurry of
motion behind the goddess, and she turns to
unleash a full smile at my partner.

That's not the way she smiled at me.

She smiles like Scully *owns* her.

"Dana," she says softly, her entire body
radiating the joy at seeing her friend again.
"God, it's been forever."

"Yeah it has, Erin," says Scully with her own
smile of simultaneous ownership and surrender.

Just how close *were* these two?

They're almost like sisters.  Twins.  People
who have shared the same soul, the same skin.

"So, you've met Mulder?" Scully asks cheerfully,
momentarily breaking the spell.

"No, I haven't, actually," Erin answers, grinning
towards me.  "I'd just gotten here when you came
in.  Why don't you introduce us?"

Scully smiles brilliantly as she faces me, all
too happy to oblige.

"Well, Mulder, this is my roommate and best friend
--and saving grace!-- in college..."

She turns back to Erin, her eyes softening and
searching.

"And Erin, this is my partner, best friend, and
saving grace now."

If it were possible, I'd say Erin's smile gets
even brighter and she looks at me with shining
eyes.

"I'm glad," she says softly.  Glad for what?
That Scully has me?

If she only knew.  I'd contradict Scully, only
I can't speak.  The air is charged with the
electricity of these two women, and I know I
am merely a pawn at the service of these two
queens.

Erin seems to shake herself from the heavy air
of magic in the room, saying briskly, "Well,
Dana, my costume manager and lighting expert
are waiting for us at the bank."

She turns to me.  "Would you like to come,
Mulder?"

Would I ever.  But at least the spell of silence
has now been broken - I've been given permission
to speak, to address them.

I smile, shaking my head.  "No, that's all
right.  You go on ahead - I wouldn't want to
intrude on a girls' day out.  You have a lot
of catching up to do."

The twin smiles Scully and Erin turn on me
are blinding, and the endorphin rush they
give me are worth whatever I've just turned
down.

Erin hands me a little card, and I take it
without glancing down at it.

"Well, here's where we'll be if you need to
get ahold of us, but I'm warning you - if you
snatch Dana away for anything less than an
absolute emergency, you'll be questioning your
manhood for the rest of your life."

"Yes, ma'am."

Would it be too pretentious to bow down and
kiss her feet?

They turn to leave, and as Scully pulls the
door closed behind her, I hear Erin comment,
"You weren't kidding, Dana!  He *is* hot."

I think I can die happy now - both of them
think I'm "hot"?

The goddesses have smiled on me.

***

I really did intend to leave them alone.
Give them their privacy.  Let them have
their "girl time".

But let's face it, I'm an investigator,
and I'll be damned if these two aren't
the most intriguing thing I've seen in
ages.

I gotta know.

Hey, at least I lasted for an hour.

It looks like they've just gotten into
the swing of things in an old bank that
was just closed not that long ago.

I met the lighting and costuming guys
on the way out, and they just smiled and
shook their heads at me in a weird male
ritual of understanding.

So now I am standing in the shadows,
intent on watching them candidly for a
few moments before I interrupt.

Scully is posing - so cutely! - in a
tuxedo-type jacket with a skirt instead
of pants, complete with a cane, top hat,
and little black gloves.  She's absolutely
adorable.

Erin is giggling at her antics as Scully
does a Charlie Chaplin impression, and
I smile widely at this carefree Scully
that I don't get to see often.  After all
the darkness we've seen in our world, it's
nice to see her finally getting to revel
in a little sunshine.

I'm about to step forward and see if
they'll graciously let me in on their
moment when Scully reaches for the buttons
on the tuxedo jacket.

I freeze.

Erin's clicking slows down momentarily
and she looks at Scully, somewhat stunned.

"Dana..." she says, and I hear a slight
warning in her tone.

Scully merely grins wider and finishes
unbuttoning the jacket, letting it hang
loosely on her shoulders but not attempting
to remove it.  Still, I can see she's not
wearing anything underneath.

She unzips the little skirt and steps out
of it, kicking it away, and - dear God,
my heart stops.  She's wearing this pair
of incredibly sexy black panties, standing
there in a gaping tux jacket, tiny black
gloves, and fuck-me stiletto heels.

"Oh dear God."

That wasn't me - that was Erin.

I'm vaguely startled, but I'm way too
distracted by Scully and the sexy,
seductive smile that's claimed her lips.

She tosses the hat across the floor with
a sharp little flick of her wrist and
slides the cane over to join it.

She begins to slither out of her jacket,
turning her back to the camera in a false
display of modesty, and I forget to breathe.

Remember that comment about her panties?
Update it.  It's a thong.

I think I'm salivating.

"Dana..." Erin's voice has now taken on
a breathless quality, but she hasn't stopped
clicking her camera.

"Yes?" Scully asks innocently, turning back
around, her gloved hands holding the jacket
demurely over her torso.

Erin merely smiles and shakes her head, and
Scully's eyes sparkle with mischief.

Scully leans over, holding the jacket up
with one hand as she blows a kiss with the
other, Marilyn Monroe style, and Erin
giggles.

I smile, leaning against the shadowed wall,
enjoying my chance to watch Scully being
playful.

The fact that she's being playful in those
come-fuck-me shoes and not much else is just
an added bonus.

Erin and I both straighten up as Scully
slides sensuously to the floor, her body
moving with fluid grace as she writhes
against the cold tiles, a tiny gasp escaping
her lips.

Her eyes darken at the feel of the cold
ceramic against her warmed skin, and her
mouth falls open as she arches her back
away from the floor.

"Oh shit, Dana," Erin whispers as she snaps
a picture.

Scully merely regards her with an unwavering
smoky gaze, and Erin forgets about her picture,
walking around the camera and tripod to stand
over her.

"This isn't why I came here," Erin says softly.

"I know," Scully responds just as softly with
a husky quality to her voice.

I feel tingles run through my body as Scully
stretches one gloved hand upward toward Erin.

Erin takes it, tentatively, in her own.

"Dana," Erin breathes, a look of warning on
her face.

"Hmm?" Scully hums - or purrs, really - as she
arches an eyebrow.

"You know we shouldn't."

"I know."

"But Christ, you're turning me on."

Me too, Erin.

Oh wait - oh shit, am I hearing what I think
I'm hearing?  I guess I just got my earlier
question answered - they sound like they've
done this before.  Looks like they were pretty
damn close.

"That was the point," Scully says in a deep,
dusky voice, raising herself up on one elbow,
looking intensely at Erin.  "Come here."

Scully tugs on her hand, pulling her down, and
Erin goes willingly, kneeling to straddle her
hips, which are still covered by that jacket.

"You've got too many clothes on," Scully whispers
as she leans up, touching Erin's lips lightly
with her own.

"Mm-hm," Erin agrees as Scully's glove-clad
fingers begin to clumsily unbutton her tight
white blouse, revealing nothing but bare skin
underneath.

Damn, if this isn't every guy's voyeuristic
fantasy!  And I am one sick fucker for watching,
but there is no way I could turn away now.

As Scully pushes the shirt away from Erin's
shoulders, the jacket falls away from her
breasts and their bare chests meet at the
same moment their mouths do.

Both of them make little sounds of pleasure
in the backs of their throats, and Scully
pushes Erin over and down, rolling over
until she's on top.

Somehow I have the feeling that neither of
them is completely dominant, and neither
completely submissive.

They are equals.

Erin's legs spread, her knees bending up
as she braces her feet on the floor.  Scully
insinuates her hips between Erin's thighs,
moving in a deep, firm motion that has their
pubic bones grinding together.

Erin gasps into the kiss as Scully moans,
and I am dimly aware of certain parts of my
own anatomy beginning to sit up and take
notice.

Beginning?  Ah hell, who am I kidding?  It's
been practically begging like a poorly mannered
housedog ever since... well, does it matter
when?

"Ah, fuck, Dana," Erin murmurs as her hands
slide up Scully's body to grasp her breasts.

Scully moans and presses her chest more firmly
into Erin's palms, her upper body undulating
like a sea serpent.

Their lips meet again in a kiss that is
quickly becoming less about gentleness and
more about "Fuck me - now."

Scully slides her hand between their lower
bodies, never stopping the slow, hard movement
of her hips.  Her knuckles press into both
of them simultaneously through their clothes,
and Erin makes a low growling sound in her
throat.

Scully reaches for the waistband of Erin's
pants and begins to push them down her
legs as Erin slides her hands down Scully's
bare back to cup her ass.

"Shit, Dana..."

Scully's perfect pink tongue comes out to
lap at Erin's lips for a moment before she
slides down her throat to lick at one of
the other woman's pale peach nipples.

Erin's moan is a little higher this time
as she arches upward, pushing her breast
into Scully's mouth.  Scully takes it
willingly, suckling and nipping as Erin
makes little desperate gasping noises.

By this time, Scully has managed to push
Erin's pants down past her knees, and Erin
takes over from there, moving her legs in
between Scully's in a graceful sliding
motion that quickly bunches the cloth up
and kicks it off her feet.

Erin's not wearing any panties.

Smiling wickedly, Scully slinks further
down Erin's body, her mouth coming open
in anticipation as she nears the dark brown
curls.

Erin shakes her head.  "No - my turn," she
gasps out, but Scully ignores her as she
presses her mouth into Erin's vagina and
starts lapping noisily, like a cat.

My self-control is rapidly disappearing into
a universe of exquisite pain as my cock
reminds me that despite all the sex going
on in this room, it is being sorely neglected.

I guess I'll just have to take care of that
myself, since it'll be a nicotine-free day
in CSM's little world before I even think
about interrupting the live sex show going
on in front of me.

But this is different from any live sex
show I've ever seen, because the girls
I've watched perform have done just that.

Performed.

They knew they had an audience, and they
played to the crowd.  I often wondered
if they got any pleasure at all out of
their act, or if it was just another way
to keep bread on the table and diamonds on
the soles of their shoes.

But this is a private moment between
friends - lovers - not meant for anyone's
entertainment.

I know, I shouldn't be watching, but at
this point, I'm rather helpless to think
for myself, much less act on any stray
thoughts that happen to flitter through
my brain.

Well, all except one.  The insistent little
voice that says, "Touch me!"

And so I do.  Cautiously, as Scully nuzzles
and nips and licks Erin to a moaning, sighing,
trembling orgasm, I slide the zipper on my
pants down and slip my hand inside.

As Erin lies trembling on the floor, Scully
slides back up her body, trailing her tongue
and breasts across Erin's smooth skin.

They sigh deeply as their mouths finally meet
again, and Erin slides her hand down between
them until her searching fingers find Scully's
opening, teasing gently.

Scully moans her approval, placing her hands
on either side of Erin's shoulders and arching
upward, straddling Erin's hips and pressing
down harder on her hand.

"Yeah... like that," Scully sighs, her head
thrown back and her eyes closed in bliss.

Erin hums and begins pushing up harder into
Scully's little pink lips, and my hand tightens
on my cock.

With Scully arched above her like that, Erin's
eyes glint in sudden inspiration and she reaches
up to capture a perfect pink nipple in her mouth,
sucking hard.

Scully gasps and bows her head, meeting Erin's
brightly lustful gaze with her own dark haze
of arousal.

"Fuck me harder," she growls, and Erin closes
her teeth around Scully's nipple as she begins
to thrust her hand upward in hard, quick jerks.

Scully begins to whimper and Erin works her
harder, pushing her down and rolling her over
to her back as she comes up on her knees, using
her own hips to push her fingers deeper into
Scully.

"Like that?" she demands.  "You like that Dana?"

"Yeah," Scully answers in a fierce rumble as
she pulls her knees up to support Erin.  "More.
Give me more."

Erin begins to slam her hips downward, and I
find myself matching her rhythm with my own
desperate pumping.

"More!" Scully demands through gritted teeth,
and Erin's free hand slaps sharply across the
back of Scully's thigh, causing her to arch
up with a little squeal.

"You like playing rough, Dana," Erin says
with wicked enjoyment.  "You always did."

Erin bends over and nips at Scully's collarbone,
not faltering as she continues to fuck her with
one hand and squeeze her ass rhythmically with
the other.

Scully responds by arching up enough to bite
down on Erin's shoulder, and Erin snaps her
hips downward, so violently that I know she
must've hurt her own hand.

Scully comes then, arching and panting with
little tiny high-pitched screams.  Amazingly,
Erin seems to be experiencing another tiny
orgasm - not quite as intense as her first one,
but a second one just the same.

I bite my lip as my hand squeezes my cock
almost painfully, my hips thrusting into
my fist.  I swallow my groan as I come all
over my hand, ruining my pants and boxers.

Right now, I don't care.  Scully seems to
have recovered enough from her orgasm that
she sits up, her still-gloved hands running
all over Erin's body as Erin's hands return
the favor.

Their legs are tangled together as they
twist and turn on the floor.  Rather than
being finished, they look like they're
just getting started.

Erin moves down and nips at the inside of
Scully's thigh, and Scully jerks, opening
her legs wide in wanton compliance.

As Erin opens her mouth and begins to swirl
her tongue through Scully's folds, Scully
slides one hand out a black glove and runs
her fingertips over Erin's ass, sliding down
between her legs to find the wetness there
and they pleasure each other eagerly as I
tuck myself back into my ruined pants and
wrap my trench coat securely around myself
to hide the wet spot.

I feel vaguely depressed and dissatisfied
as I turn my back on the amazingly erotic
spectacle behind me and finally give the two
of them their privacy.

***

Since it is Friday and I don't think Scully
will be coming back to the office anytime
before Monday, I just make a quick trip by
the basement to pick up my briefcase and
dry-cleaning and head home.  I am eager to be
out of these pants and boxers that are quickly
going from uncomfortable to plain unbearable
as they grow stiff with dried semen.

After changing into a heather blue t-shirt
and jeans, I shuffle into the kitchen, determined
to satisfy at least one hunger today.

Grabbing a cold piece of leftover pizza from
the fridge, I settle on the couch, lightly
perusing my collection of tapes.  My mouth
turns downward in disgust as I realize that
no studio production could ever match what
I just witnessed today on the floor of a
well-furnished, closed-down bank, and I decide
to just sit here in the afternoon sunlight,
letting my eidetic memory substitute for my
VCR.

Wish I'd had a camcorder.

Shortly after five, I hear a soft knock on
my door, and call out, "It's open - come in."

I know who it is.

Smiling brilliantly, Scully steps through the
door, her eyes lighting up when she sees me
on the couch.

So this is what Scully looks like when
she's just been laid.

"Hey Mulder," she says cheerily.  "You're
home early."

I laugh, knowing that in anyone else's
case, that would sound ridiculous.  But
for me, she's absolutely right.

"Yeah, I am," I smile.  "I figure that
if you were going to go out and have
fun all afternoon, I didn't have to work
either."

She snorts, looking around.  "So this is
your idea of fun?  Sitting on your couch
and watching the paint fade?"

I laugh, shaking my head.  "I was just
thinking."

"About what?" she asks in an openly casual
manner that I rarely get to see in her.

"You and Erin," I say honestly.

She doesn't seem taken aback at all, just
smiles brilliantly again.

"That's good," she says.  "Cos we were
just thinking about you, wondering if we
could all go out and grab a bite to eat."

I nod, accepting her invitation, but she
sees the look on my face.  The one I was
trying to hide.  The one that says there's
something I'm just *dying* to know.

"What is it, Mulder?"

Damn, this woman knows me so well.

"Uh, nothing, really - I was just wondering,
how well you and Erin know each other.  I
mean, how close you were.  Are.  Whatever."

She smiles, her eyes telling me that she
*knows*.  I choose not to believe her.

"Really close," she says.  "Erin and I
were each other's anchors during a particularly
rough semester.  We saved each other's lives."

She pauses.  "I didn't think anyone could
ever be what she is to me."

She looks at me then, meeting my eyes
with that same knowing gleam.

"And - what is she, exactly, to you?" I
choke.  I want to know.  Are they in love?
Is Scully a full-fledged lesbian?  I want
to know my boundaries, my limits here.

I can't remember a time when I wasn't in
love with the woman in front of me.

Her lips tilt upward as if she's trying not
to grin at me, and she says, "I told you.
She's... she was my best friend, my saving
grace.  Before her, I'd never known how
close I could be to someone."

I want to tell her.  I want to come right
out and tell her that I saw them having
sex on the floor of an old bank, and then
demand to know what that means.

But she knows.

She always knows.

"And yes, we slept together then.  We
sleep together on occasion now, when
we see each other.  It's not what
our relationship is about though."

She pauses, tilting her head as if
considering, carefully.  "Neither Erin
or myself is a true lesbian.  We're best
friends who just happen to have sex
on occasion."

She meets my eyes again.  "It's a difficult
balance, one I don't think I could reach
with anyone else."  She smiles as my
stomach clenches.

Damn, there goes my idea of asking her
to arrange a similar agreement with her
other declared best friend.

"Next best friend I decide to sleep with,
it's going to be an exclusive lifetime
commitment, and heaven knows when I'll
ever find someone who can put up with that."

I'm speechless.  I think my jaw just dropped.
Did she just say - did she just imply...?

She winks at me.  "Now come on, Erin and I
are *starving*.  Photo shoots are hard work.
Let's go eat."

I shove aside all the sexual imagery that
brings up for me and smile, shoving myself
up off the couch.

"All right, let's go," I say, placing my
hand at its accustomed place low on her
back as I guide her towards the door.

"Oh and Scully?"

"Yeah?"

"I can put up with a helluva lot for
the right reasons."

I wink at her and her grin grows wide as
the elevator doors shut behind us.

***

FINIS


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