TITLE: Conhouse - Chapter Twelve e-mail Address: ErinStone1@aol.com RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Scully/Slash SPOILERS: None Keywords: Scully Slash/Other Romance Summary: none Disclaimer: Fox, Chris Carter and 1013 own them ALL, ***except Lena Conhouse, she's mine, and of course, Wanda, who is mine in the literal sense.*** Comments are welcomed. Please send them to ErinStone1@AOL.com Dana was putting groceries away when her phone rang. She crossed the room and reached for it just before the machine stole the call. "Hello?" "Hi." "Hi." Dana was surprised by Lena's voice. "Are you lost?" "Nope. I just pulled off of the highway. I'm about 5 minutes away." Lena paused for a second, then continued, matter-of-factly. "Just long enough for you to unlock your apartment door, take your clothes off and get into bed." Dana stopped moving. She felt her face warm and her eyes closed of their own accord. It took her several seconds to find her voice, and when she did it was only a whisper, "ok." She heard the dial tone and hung the phone up, then walked to her front door and unlocked it. Her heart had started to race and her legs felt wobbly. She could feel her nipples tense under the silk shirt. She had been thinking about getting Lena into bed most of the day, and apparently Lena had been thinking the same. When in her life had she felt so governed by her attraction to another person? Never, she thought. Never so enmeshed in another, so completely willing to hand over the reins to someone else. Of course, no one else had ever had the courage to take her on... to see how far she would let them in. She looked quickly at the groceries on the counter to see if anything needed refrigeration, and determined that nothing did, and if something turned, well... whatever. She walked into her bedroom and started undressing. She was thinking of Lena's camel suit, her legs in those heels... she wished she had remembered to ask her not to change before she came over, and to wear the reading glasses. God she loved those glasses. She wondered briefly what kind of Freudian slip lived behind her eye wear fetish. With every layer of clothing that was carefully hung in the closet Dana got wetter. She kept imaging Lena in that office chair, the way she looked at her over her glasses. There was something erotic in the way Lena had caught her staring, first on the boat, then in the office. Dana had never let herself be so blatantly obvious about her attractions. She had always prided herself on being subtle. So much for that, eh? Of course, with Lena, subtlety was lost in her ability to tell what Dana was thinking at the instant she thought it. Sometimes at least. And Dana didn't waste time blocking her feelings towards Lena. She had no need to protect herself from that, knowing it would never be used against her, at least not in an unpleasant way. She lay on top of the comforter naked. She reached down and ran a tentative finger lightly over her pubic hair. She felt her clit jump, then a wave of light spasms make their way up her stomach. "Starting without me Ms. Scully?" Dana looked up to see Lena, and noticed that she was indeed still dressed in the suit, and, she had her reading glasses on. Her lips were pursed and she was watching Dana's hand as it ran between her legs. "Couldn't help it. It's that suit..." "Like it huh?" Lena's voice was deep; she walked slowly to the bedside and sat down on the edge. "...and the glasses..." Dana looked at her. She felt dangerous, letting her finger sink in between her lips. She gasped, her lips slightly parted. Lena reached down and gently stroked Dana's breast. She plucked at her nipple with her thumb and finger then leaned down and ran her tongue over Dana's lips, "You're incredible, so hot..." Dana's mouth was the most kissable Lena had ever witnessed... pouty, full lips, warm and so soft... Dana's fingers found Lena's thigh and she pushed her skirt up slowly. Hidden beneath the professional facade of the camel suit was a beige garter. Dana's eyes opened wide and she forgot what she was doing. She sat up to get a better look beneath Lena's skirt, pushing it up farther. "You've had these on all day?" Dana whispered intensely, her brow raised. "Yes." "And you didn't tell me?" "Now when would there have been a good time to blurt that out?" Dana regarded her seriously, a look in her eye that Lena hadn't seen until now. She pushed up against the headboard to sit taller and stated, "Show me." "Show you?" "Yes. Stand up and show me." "That sounds like an order." Lena's eyes narrowed. "It is." "Oh." Lena felt her body react, her nipples stiffened and she shivered slightly with arousal. She stood, her hand coming to her face to remove her reading glasses. "Leave those on." Lena smiled. "Alright." She stood next to the bed and lifted her skirt. The intensity of the moment made her skin burn. She spread her legs shoulder width apart. An undercurrent of mild embarrassment was flooded away by the urge to continue the voyeuristic exercise by touching herself. She resisted, wanting desperately to have Scully say the words. "Higher." She pulled the skirt higher, up around her waist. She had exposed her garter belt completely, as well as her damp silk underwear. "Very nice." Dana's voice was strained slightly, she struggled for control, wanting to grab her and rib the underwear off. She swallowed before speaking, "Take the skirt off..." Lena reached and pulled the skirt down, then unzipped the side and stepped out of it, laying it across the chair next to the bed. "Now... please... the jacket and blouse." "No need to be polite baby." Dana raised a brow, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, "NOW." It was a spoken command, no louder that the previous ones, but somehow more intense. Lena took a sharp breath. She took the jacket off slowly, then the blouse. "It was wise of you to keep this to yourself all day." Dana pushed her legs over the edge of the bed. "I'm certain that I couldn't have made it through had I known about them." She reached out for a strap, wound her fingers around it and ran them up the length of fabric. Lena leaned into the touch. She couldn't wait a second more, and brought her own hand down between her legs, stroking the fabric at the front of the silk panties. She was certain now that the entire crotch was wet; in fact, she could feel that it was. Lena watched as Dana lowered her blue eyes to the wet place between her legs. She watched Lena stroke herself slowly. "Come here." Lena took two shaky steps toward her in the heels. Dana's hands came up to her ass. She ran her fingers along the line of the underwear and pulled them down slowly and Lena stepped out of them. She stood in just her garters, hose, bra and heels. She felt decadent and incredibly turned on. Dana's hands came back to her ass and her head dipped between her legs. She captured Lena's clit in her lips and began to suck roughly on it. Lena threw her head back and grabbed the back of Dana's head simultaneously. She pushed herself into Dana's mouth. "Oh my god Dana..." Lena thought she might pass out. "All day... I've wanted this all day..." Dana sucked on her relentlessly, her fingers inside her now, two maybe three, Lena couldn't tell for sure, she just felt ...filled. Dana slid them into her again and again until Lena's moan became a continual sound. She her clit swell and her abdomen tense until her orgasm tore through her violently. Her internal muscles seized on Dana's fingers. She could hear Dana's voice, it seemed far away, "Oh honey... I love you... love you... more... can you give me more?" And the fingers were driving into her again, she cried out, nearly sobbed, her hands reaching out, grabbing Dana's cheek and pulling her mouth to her again. Dana willingly obliged, taking her in, sucking with that beautiful mouth, the exquisite lips... Lena felt the first interrupted orgasm return three fold and threaten to explode, she held off for one second, two... then it was ripping through her again. She drove her clit against Dana's lips and felt herself come almost violently. Then Dana's sweet voice, her arm hugging her ass, "... adore you... god what you do to me..." With surprising strength Dana nearly lifted Lena onto the bed, Lena's knees having threatened to give out beneath her. Dana draped herself over the still trembling woman, murmuring in her ear, "I can't believe you... garters... you're going to kill me, you know?" "Oh we can't have that." Dana smiled and Lena quickly kissed her, "I love the taste of your smile Dana." The words were so simple, so sweet. Dana felt tears well in her eyes. Emotion >from somewhere deep inside swept her up in a wave and seized her, intense and surprising in its strength, "I don't know how it happened so fast, it's not like me... at all..." she smiled a little, "but I love you." "Oh honey, I love you too." "Don't even think about disappearing, okay?" "I wouldn't dream of it." "Perfect." Dana whispered, kissing the side of Lena's mouth. A shrill ring sounded in the bedroom and Dana moaned. "My, but that's loud." Lena had damn near jumped out of her skin. "Hoo· shaved a couple months off my life expectancy." "Sorry, I keep it loud so it wakes me." "And say, oh I don't know, maybe a neighbor if you don't hear it?" Dana smirked at her and leaned over her body to pick up the call. "Scully." She listened for a second, looking at Lean and mouthing the word 'Mulder'. "Yes, I actually did have some plans for the evening Mulder, but it sounds like you need help." Then, a second later: "Yep, I can get a hold of her." Dana looked at Lena and smiled; she received a wink in return. Lena took advantage of her position and ran her hand over Dana's ass. She looked up at the woman on the phone and stopped, Scully had turned into an FBI agent before her eyes; rolling off of Lena into a sitting position beside her. "What have you got?" Her brow furrowed and her lips came together in a purse as she spoke into the phone. "And they haven't found the girl?" Scully looked downright concerned. "Yeah." She scribbled a couple lines on a pad of paper at her bedside. "We'll meet you there in about 20 minutes." She leaned back over Lena and hung the phone up. "We've got to get dressed." "What's up?" "A family near Georgetown was assaulted this afternoon. A little girl was kidnapped, but not before the assailant killed the father and a little boy. The mother is still alive, but she's been non-responsive to questioning." "Oh god, any idea who or why?" Dana looked at her intently as she retrieved some clothes from her closet. "No, but the circumstances are unusual." "What?" "The assailant made the mother pick who was going to be killed and who was going with him." Lena grimaced, "Oh god." Dana grabbed her gun and badge from her dressing table. She held the gun in front of her and checked the clip. "Did you bring your issue?" "My what?" Lena was concentrating on getting dressed. "Your issue? Your weapon?" "Weapon as in gun? Christ no!" Lena looked anxious. She had fished through her bag for clothes and was pulling on black jeans. She smiled weakly at Scully, giving her a somewhat apologetic look. "But I brought a really cute little 'Liz' sweater·" Scully shook her head. "You don't have a gun?" She tried not to appear incredulous, although in truth she was. "No, god, they're so dangerous." Lena laughed uncomfortably. "I mean really, can you see me with a gun?" She pulled the short sleeved black sweater over her head and grabbed the camel jacket she had worn that day, quickly checking the inside pocket for her money clip and credentials. Scully shook her head, "We..." she sighed, "we have to get you a gun if you're going to be in the field Conhouse." Lena shivered slightly, "You think?" She followed Scully to the front door, rattled. She had her hands out in front of her, shaking them as if they were wet. "With bullets and everything?" Scully murmured as she held the door open for Lena, "Yes, bullets and everything, maybe even a holster." "Well," Lena sighed, "if I have to get one I'd like it in some other color than that icky gunmetal." Dana stopped in front of her car to look directly at Lena. "You can't be serious..." Lena smiled at her and winked. "Come on girlfriend, Mulder's waiting." Scully shook her head as she got into the car, "...dork." Lena chuckled. End - Chapter 12