TITLE:   Conhouse - Chapter Twenty Seven

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"Why don't we sleep on it?" Lena asked them. "Kevin's too drunk tonight to
hurt anybody. He's sleeping now, I believe. We can come up with a plan in the
morning."

"Why is this any of our business?" Mulder looked at her stifling a yawn.

"Because he'll kill her if we don't do something." Lena said gravely.

"Oh." Mulder's brows went up. "How we gonna get her out of there if," another
yawn overwhelmed him and he let it rip, "she hates us?"

"I do not know grasshopper." Lena slid down further in her seat.

"Well then, Mr. Fu, I'm off to bed. Let me know tomorrow would ya?"

"You got it." Lena smiled at him as he got up on tired legs and headed toward
the RV. 

"Good night."

"Night." Scully called to him.


They sat in silence for a second or two after Mulder had disappeared into the
RV.

"That was a dirty trick you played on me Ms. Scully."

"What trick was that?" Scully smiled demurely at her.

"The 'make Lena touch herself' trick."

Scully looked at her, narrowed her eyes, and then turned her gaze back to the
fire. "Protest all you want, I think you liked it." 

Lena said nothing for a second. She took a deep breath and stood up, holding
out her hand to Scully. "I need to take you to bed now."

Scully laughed lightly and reached out for Lena's hand. Her tone of voice was
teasing whisper as they walked to the door, "See, I knew you liked it."

"I was embarrassed." Lena said with mock sincerity.

"Sure you were."

"Humiliated."

"Uh huh."

"I felt violated."

"Then why is your hand on my ass?"

Lena laughed. 

Scully stood in front of the RV door facing Lena and ran a finger briefly over
the dark haired woman's lower lip. "Dork." She whispered.



Both women noted, with much relief, that Mulder's door was shut. They changed
into pajamas and climbed into the bed over the driver's seat.

Scully's fingers immediately went to the hollow spot on Lena's neck. "How
quiet can you be?" 

"No promises." Lena whispered.

Scully's hand snaked up the front of Lena's pajama top. "Could you be quiet if
I did this?" She whispered, running a palm over an already stiffened nipple
and receiving a deep sigh in return.  She lingered there for several minutes,
switching from one nipple to the other, making Lena all but writhe on the thin
mattress.

"How bout if I did this?" Her hand slid down to the outside of Lena's pajama
bottoms and she ran it over the fabric between her legs. The lift of Lena's
hips into her palm made her heart jump.

"I think I'd have a little trouble with that last one."

Scully stopped moving her hand. "Should I stop?"

"No no no no no." Lena's fingers melded to the back of Scully's and she
returned her hand to its most recent position, pressing it firmly against her.

Scully smiled into her kiss. 


In the back bedroom Mulder strained to hear, and =not hear= the muffled
voices. He lay in bed on his back, feeling more than a little dirty. 'I can't
take this.' He thought. He'd reconciled what he could of his feelings for
Scully. Every minute he spent with Lena made him more sure that things were
the best this way. But he was human for Christ's sake. They wouldn't really
make love with him not 15 feet away. Would they?

His mind cooked up pictures of Scully and Lena in the other room faster than
he was able to chastise himself for thinking them. And he was jealous, to be
sure, but worse than that he was having what his mother would call 'impure'
thoughts. And he couldn't get them out of his head. 

He trapped his hands behind him in the small of his back. If he touched
himself now he wouldn't be able to look either one of them in the eye the next
morning.

Baseball, baseball, baseball...



"Let me help you with that." Lena whispered, pulling at the waistband of her
pajamas, lowering them just to her knees. A moan started deep in her throat as
Scully began stroking her. Lena's hand went to Scully's pajama bottoms and
started to work them down. "I want to touch you Dana."


Mulder grabbed the extra pillow on the bed and wrapped it securely around his
ears. 'That was Lena, I'm sure that was Lena...'

Grandma Mulder, dryer lint, small engine repair...


"Oh my god..." It came out much louder than Scully had intended, but the force
of the fingers entering her were overwhelming. "That's perfect..."


Mulder's face was molded into a grimace, 'Scully...' he wadded up the
comforter and rolled his head into it. He was having trouble breathing...


Lena came too quickly, whispering 'Dana' as she shuddered and rocked against
Scully's hand. Scully followed soon after, Lena's words having a strong
effect...


Mulder, in an attempt to roll himself up in the mattress, rolled a little too
far and fell out of bed.




"Did you hear that?" Lena looked at Scully with alarm.

"Yeah, what was it?"

"Not sure."

"You don't think it was Mulder do you?"

Lena shook her head, "No, he was too tired."

"Hmmmm. Well, it seems to have stopped."

"Yeah."

They straightened their pajamas and snuggled into one another's arms. 


Mulder, in the mean time, had very quietly crawled back into bed. He fell
asleep rubbing the large bruise on his forehead that could have been much
worse had he not been wrapped completely in bedding.



Scully ran her fingers through Lena's hair. "How are we gonna get that woman
away from Kevin?"

"I have no idea but we have to think of something. She won't live through the
week at this rate."

Scully laid staring at the much too close ceiling. "She doesn't seem to like
Mulder too much. She won't listen to him, we can be sure of that."

Lena sighed, "That's true."

"He doesn't seem to like her much either. After the way she treated him I
guess I can see why."

"Yeah." Lena paused, "But I think he'll change his mind."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because she's Samantha."

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