For keinlurker: X-Files, Scully/Reyes (warning: Mulder bashing ahead)
“Mulder, get out of my apartment. I don't want to hear your latest theory, problem or complaint. I have a date and I need to get ready.”
Mulder smirked. “A date, Scully? Really?”
“Don’t sound so damn surprised.”
“But I am surprised. It’s been ages since you’ve been on a date.” He grinned smugly. “In fact I believe the last time was with me!” He waggled his eyebrows.
“Oh, please! You can’t possible confuse a drunken one-night stand with a date.”
“Oh, Scully, you wound me.”
“Like hell. Now get out of here.”
“I think, as the father of our son, I deserve to meet this mystery date.”
“You’re not a father, you’re a sperm donor, Mulder; you’re not even a grown up.” She physically pushed him towards the door. “Get out!” At the door she opened it and shoved him past the threshold. He turned to say something, but she slammed the door in his face. She turned the lock and offered up a prayer of thanks that she’d never given him a key when she had her locks changed.
Mulder had only been partly joking with Scully. He knew he’d blown any chance he may have had with Scully years before they ever slept together that one night. He knew at the time he should have said no, but he was too much a selfish bastard to do the right thing and pass on the opportunity to sleep with her, even if she was completely drunk and would forever regret it.
Of course, that’s exactly what had happened. There wasn’t anything Scully regretted more than that night. And, he’d been a jerk about it ever since, never passing up the chance to remind her of it. He shook his head and finally walked away from her locked apartment door.
In the parking lot he practically ran into someone since he wasn’t paying attention. “Sorry,” he mumbled without really looking at who it was.
He looked up. “Reyes? What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I just need to ask Dana something about the case John and I are working.”
“I don’t know if she’ll have the time. She said she had to get ready to go do something.”
Monica shrugged. “If she doesn’t have the time, she’ll tell me.”
Mulder smirked. “That she will.” He turned, got into his car, and quickly drove away.
Dana was not ready, but there was a knock on her door. If it was Mulder she was going to shoot him, again. She smiled when she looked out the peephole. She unlocked and opened the door. Grabbing Monica’s arm and pulling her inside, she took a quick look down both directions of the hallway to make sure Mulder wasn’t around. She closed the door and relocked it. When she turned to face the taller woman, Monica was smirking at her.
“I don’t know. You tell me, Dana. What was that all about?”
“I just kicked Mulder out of here. He was being his usual childish self.”
Monica’s smirk changed to an understanding smile. “It’s okay. He’s gone. I ran into him in the parking lot.” She paused for a beat. “I told him I had to ask you about a case John and I are working,” she assured the redhead.
“Oh, I couldn’t care less what Mulder thinks.” She took a breath to settle her nerves and let it out. “However, I am not ready to go out.” She cocked her head and regarded her date. “How would you feel about staying in instead?”
“Dana, I don’t care what we do, as long we do it together.”
A mischievous spark shone in sapphire blue eyes. She stepped into Monica’s personal space and kissed the brunette. She moaned into the kiss when Monica wrapped her arms around her and deepened the kiss. They only parted when oxygen became an issue.
Panting Monica glanced around the apartment. “William–”
“Is at my mother’s. She wanted to spend the weekend with her grandson.” Dana smiled. “So we have the whole weekend alone.”
Monica grinned... then surprised Dana when she suddenly picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.
For darnkerry4ever: X-Files, Scully/Reyes
CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?
“While one hand glides down along the inside of your bare thigh, the other...” My voice trailed off, teasing her.
“The other what?” she panted.
I smiled. “The other hand slides along your ribcage until coming to the swell of your breast. I feel your breath quickening in anticipation. I simply cup your breast in my palm for a few moments before I start to gently caress and knead it. You whimper as I run my thumb over your nipple.”
“Don’t stop...” she whimpered.
“I lower my head and take your achingly hard nipple into the moist warmth of my mouth... and suckle.”
She let out a gasp at the sensation.
“Now my hand slides further up the inside of your thigh until I feel your wetness. God, you’re already so wet for me. I gather your arousal on my fingertips and circle them around your opening, lightly, teasing...”
“Oh, God... don’t tease...”
“Patience, my love. You are so beautiful... and like this – so open and vulnerable and aroused – you are absolutely stunning. I want to savor you.”
She moaned softly.
“I slowly slide my fingertips up and oh so gently circle your clit. Your hips are already beginning to rock, seeking more contact.”
“I nuzzle just below your ear and whisper, ‘Tell me what you want.’”
All I got in response was another moan.
“Tell me what you want – or I’ll stop.”
A gasp. “No!... don’t stop...”
“Then tell me what you want,” I softly urge her.
“I... I... want to come...” She sounded like she was already on the threshold.
“You will, love, you will. I slide my fingers back down to your opening... and push them inside you.”
“I begin to slowly move them in and out of you. I can already feel your walls squeezing and clutching my fingers.”
“Oh, God, you feel incredible. You’re so close... so close...”
Her harsh breathing and ragged moans bore testament to the truth of my words.
“I bring my thumb down on your clit, massaging it in time with my thrusts...”
That’s it, she was almost there.
“Come for me, Dana...”
The orgasmic cry that came through my phone was music to my ears. Then there was silence. It was over a full minute before I heard her voice again.
“God, you’re amazing, Monica,” she sighed contentedly.
“I’ll be even better in person when I get home after this case. John and I should be done in a day or two.”
“I can’t wait until you’re back home.”
“I can’t either,” I said with smile.