Title: Weak in the Knees
Rating: NC-17Please see previous posts for disclaimer/summary/notes. Thanks to celievampfor the beta.
Arriving in Miami around 2:00 (after an hour’s layover in Atlanta), Scully and Morgan rented a car and drove to the local field office. They met with Agent Roger Colson. While Scully went to perform the autopsy, Morgan went to the crime scene.
Even though Morgan suspected she wouldn’t find any relevant clues, she took her time and carefully examined the scene. She went through each room of the victim’s apartment carefully noting everything. She then left to meet up with Scully.
Scully was in the middle of the autopsy when Morgan arrived.
“How is it going, Dana?”
“So far, nothing we haven’t seen before. But I’m only about halfway done.”
Morgan nodded and sat on a stool next to a counter. She opened her briefcase up and took out a notepad. She began writing.
“What about you? Did you find anything at the scene; any sign of lover boy?”
“No sign of him, but he wouldn’t have been romancing Elizabeth Timmons.”
Scully looked up and across the bay at her partner. “Oh? Why do you say that?”
“Elizabeth was gay, so our guy wouldn’t have gotten anywhere romancing her.” At her partner’s raised eyebrow, Morgan explained. “There was a single lambda earring in her jewelry box, a Playboy under the corner of her mattress, and the second pillow on her bed smelled of a perfume different from any of her own.”
Scully smiled to herself; Morgan was exceptionally observant and intuitive. She continued the autopsy as Morgan concentrated on her notepad.
It was after 8:00 by the time Scully and Morgan got to their hotel rooms. After changing into casual clothes, Scully knocked on the door adjoining Morgan’s room.
“What do you want to do for dinner, Jess?”
“We can go out to get something. I want to check out a club tonight anyway. I found a matchbook in Elizabeth’s car. Maybe we can find someone who saw something – like a new guy hanging around her.”
“But you said she was gay.”
Morgan smirked. “That doesn’t mean she didn’t have male friends. And it’s a club for men and women.”
Since they were going out, Scully decided to change clothes again, into something a little dressier than her old jeans and well-worn t-shirt. She chose a pair of black slacks, a blue button-down shirt, a black vest (to hide the weapon at the small of her back), and of course high heels. When she returned to Morgan’s room, she was a bit surprised at her partner’s outfit for the night – pleasantly surprised.
Morgan was dressed in a pair of form-fitting black leather pants, a crisp white oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up past her forearms, and a pair of black boots. At first blush one would think Jess’s outfit more than a bit ‘butch.’ But as Scully took in her partner’s presence and movements as she moved around her room, Dana realized there was no mistaking how graceful and feminine Morgan was. And she definitely liked the way the leather pants fit the brunette’s ass.
She licked her suddenly dry lips before speaking. “Where’s your weapon?”
Morgan smirked. “I have my backup weapon inside my boot.”
After dinner Scully and Morgan went to the Crystal Club. It was a large club, with three dance floors and five bars, and was very popular with both men and women. There was also a significant attendance by straight people even though the Crystal Club was a gay bar.
The two agents made their way to one of the bars. Morgan ordered a ginger ale for herself and a club soda for Scully. They then split and unobtrusively began to question the employees of the club, showing them a picture of the victim, Elizabeth Timmons.
When Scully spoke to a bartender at the second bar a patron overheard their conversation and spoke up. “Are you talking about Beth?”
Scully showed the picture to the patron.
“Yeah, I know her.”
“What about anyone she was spending time with?”
The woman shook her head. “I didn’t know her well – I just saw her around a lot. But not here. She hung out at the Black Diamond.”
“The Black Diamond?”
“Yeah, it’s strictly a women’s bar, in Ft Lauderdale.”
Scully passed the information onto her partner when they met back up.
“I talked to a couple of people who recognized her as well. They also said the place she frequented was the Black Diamond. Our guy obviously wouldn’t have been seen there since it’s a women’s bar, but we might find someone who knew her well.”
“You want to go now?”
Morgan shook her head. “No. It’s not open on Monday nights.” She paused. “So... you want a real drink?” she asked with a small smile.
Scully returned her smile. “Sure.”
“What do you want?”
“Rum and coke.”
Morgan flagged down a bartender. “Disaronno sour, and a rum and coke, please.”
“Do you have Charbay?”
The bartender smiled in approval. “Yes.” He retrieved the bottle of premium light rum and fixed their drinks.
Scully and Morgan picked up their drinks.
“Cheers,” Scully said with a light tap of her glass against Morgan’s before taking a sip.
“Mm, this is good.”
After a couple of drinks, both women had completely relaxed from the ‘work day’ and were enjoying the music.
Jess tapped Dana on the shoulder. “How about a dance?” she asked with a smile. The full smile she received was enough to speed up her pulse. She took Dana’s hand in her own and led her out onto one of the dance floors.
Less than a minute later the song changed to a slow ballad.
Gazing into sparkling grey eyes, Dana felt Jess’s arms slide around her waist and gently pull her close. She slipped her own arms around the brunette’s neck, the fingers of her right hand tenderly teasing the hair at the nape of Jess’s neck. They moved to the gentle rhythm of the music, the people and world around them slowly fading from their awareness. The air stilled. And then their lips met in a light brush, barely felt. Then again. Jess’s tongue gently teased Dana’s lips so she parted them to grant her entrance. Dana was sure her heart was beating loud enough to be heard over the music.
When the music changed once again to a more rapid beat, the two made their way off the dance floor and out the door. The inside of the car was silent on the drive back to their hotel, though Jess held Dana’s hand in her own, resting it on her thigh.
At the hotel, Jess unlocked the door to her room and Dana pushed her inside, kicking the door shut behind her. She immediately started pulling on the brunette’s shirt, untucking it from her leather pants, as their mouths met in a passionate kiss. She slid her hand up under the shirt, finding Jess’s bra clasp and unhooking it.
Both shirts and bras quickly landed on the floor and the women landed on the bed. Four hands worked at removing leather pants as both toed off their footwear. The holster from Morgan’s leg and the one at the small of Scully’s back clunked to the floor. Dana pinned Jess’s body to the bed with her own, exploring with hands, lips and tongue. She rejoiced at the cries that escaped Jess when she came. Dana kissed, licked and nipped her way back up her lover’s body until claiming Jess’s mouth in a deep kiss, sharing her taste with her.
Jess maneuvered her hands between them and undid Dana’s pants. Once they were gone she rolled the redhead over and proceeded to worship her, relinquishing her place between Dana’s thighs only after the redhead begged her to. She moved up and laid her head over Dana’s heart; closing her eyes and quickly falling asleep to the sound of her lover’s heartbeat.
Dana gently carded her fingers through dark, silky hair. She noted Jess’s even breaths, indicating she’d fallen asleep. It was no wonder really; Jess had been going two days without any sleep the night before. Dana tightened her arms around her lover and kissed the top of her head. “Where have you been all my life?” she whispered softly. She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, utterly at peace.
Outside, in a dark sedan parked across the street, a lone figure sat in the dark.
Dana was awakened by a kiss. She opened her eyes and gazed up into the smiling face of her lover, Jess. “Mm, morning.”
“Good morning, beautiful,” the brunette replied, her smile widening. She leaned down and kissed the redhead again.
Dana smiled. “Yes, it is good.” She then took note of Jess’s state of dress. She was in a pair of shorts and a tank top. “What are you up to?”
“I’m going for a run. It’s been weeks since I’ve been running and the weather here in Miami is great. You’re welcome to join me if you want to.”
Dana smirked. “In all honesty – nope. You go on though. I’ll just stay right here.”
“Alright. I’ll be back. I have my cell if something comes up.” Another kiss and then Jess stood up and left.
Dana stretched and then relaxed back into the mattress. Her eyes drifted shut and she replayed the night before. The way Jess looked in those leather pants; the way the muscles of her butt and thighs flexed beneath the butter-soft material; the way their bodies moved together on the dance floor; the scent of the woman – leather and vanilla; the feel of her hand being held by Jess on the way back to the hotel; the heat of their kisses once inside; the ambrosial taste of her; being worshiped by Jess...
Her pulse was racing, her respirations and temperature were elevated. She let out a quiet gasp as her fingers slid through damp curls and she discovered how wet she was. She drew her knees up and then spread them. She imagined the soft touch of her fingers was the velvet of Jess’s very talented and tireless tongue. Her other hand kneaded her breast and pinched her erect nipple.
“Oh, Jess... yesss...”
Her body bowed and her muscles locked at she came with a loud groan. Dana rolled onto her side, grabbing and clutching Jess’s pillow to her. She breathed in her lover’s scent and fell back asleep, a smile gracing her lips.
Morgan ran. It felt so good to stretch and push her muscles. Workouts in a gym felt good, but running seemed to calm her. She was smiling; thinking about the night before and her partner. There had been a palpable shift in the air when she and Scully consciously decided to end the work day and have a couple of drinks to relax at the Crystal Club. Agent Morgan and Agent Scully said goodbye and the rest of the night was spent with Jess and Dana. Dana had felt so good in her arms as they danced. And their lovemaking had been passionate.
Jess felt privileged to see Dana so open and unreserved. The professionally dispassionate agent belied the passionate woman within. And Dana was a good influence on Jess. She didn’t let her ignore her physical needs, such as food and sleep, too much. And she brought a kind of balance to her emotions. Somehow, despite the frustration and disappointment with the case, Dana’s presence had lifted Jess’s dark mood. The persistently tough and serious agent was smiling, and laughing.
Jess was falling for Dana. It scared her... and excited her. A smiled graced her lips as she continued to run.
He was glad he’d stayed the night. He was rewarded with the site of Morgan leaving the hotel and going for a run. He very, very carefully followed her in the car, parking and driving ahead of her as needed to remain inconspicuous. He fingered the gun, with silencer attached, in his lap. He could take her down so easily. She’d never see it coming. So much for the highly vaunted Special Agent Jessica Morgan.
He hefted the weapon, held it in his right hand, ready to shoot. He watched in the rearview mirror as she approached. She had a stupid smile on her face. Well, he could wipe that smile away in a just a few more seconds.