Fletcher - Chapter 13 of ?
By Dana Starbuck
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Keywords: F/F,  Scully/Other, Mulder/Other Friendship,  SOTL Crossover
(sort of)
Spoilers:  None
Rating:  NC17 for sex, ScSlash Rating - A & B
Summary: Scully becomes involved with a friend of Mulder's from his
pre-Xfiles past. 
DISCLAIMER: The X-Files characters and situations are the creations and
property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox Broadcasting and
have been used without permission. SOTL characters are the property of
Thomas Harris and have been used without permission.  No copyright
infringement is intended and no money shall be made with this piece of
fiction.  All the others belong to the author.
Special thanks to Rad for beta-reading.


Friday, October 16th, 7:00 PM

Scully waited impatiently for Fletcher.  <What is the matter with me?  It's
not like we're 'that' involved.  We've only spent two - almost three -
nights together.  Get a grip.  She's only been gone four days.  A few more
minutes isn't going to kill you.>

She jumped when she heard the knock, then hurried to the door.  She smiled
when she saw Fletcher standing there, a briefcase in one hand and a garment
bag in the other.  She fumbled with the deadbolt before throwing the door
open, surprised at her own nervousness.

"Boy, are you a sight for sore eyes," Fletcher said, setting down her
baggage.

Scully shut the door and locked it behind her.  She immediately went into
Fletcher's arms and hugged her close.

"I'm so glad you're ho- back."

<She was going to say 'home'.  It does feel like 'home' when I'm with her. 
How can that be?> Fletcher thought as she returned the hug.

"It's good to be back."

"You look tired," Scully said, brushing back the hair off of Fletcher's
forehead.

"I'm beat.  I didn't get home until almost 2:00 and I was up and in my
meeting at 7:00 AM sharp."

"Come in and sit down.  Can I get you anything?"

"How about a drink?  It's been a long week."

"What do you want?"

"Got any vodka?"

"I think so.  Rocks?"

"Yes, thanks."

Scully disappeared into the kitchen to get their drinks.  Fletcher draped
her coat over a chair, then she sat down on the sofa and took off her
shoes.  She leaned back, putting her feet up on the coffee table.

Scully looked at Fletcher's outfit when she returned.  She was wearing a
pair of loose, navy flannel slacks, an oversized white shirt and navy blue
suspenders with pale pink designs.  They were the 'real' kind of
suspenders, the kind that buttoned.  <Braces> she thought.  <I think
they're called braces.>  Her shoulder holster crisscrossed under the
suspenders.  

On most women, it would've looked too masculine, but Fletcher managed to
pull it off.  To Scully, she looked very sexy.  <I think I'd like to peel
those suspenders off very slowly> she thought, and then she blushed.

"Have you had dinner yet?" she asked, handing Fletcher her drink.

"No, I'm not really hungry," she replied wearily.

"Are your cases always this rough on you?"

"No."  Fletcher put arm across the back of the sofa in an invitation to
Scully to join her.  "We're just really short-staffed right now and with
Stu Hendricks retiring next month, we're a bit disorganized."

"Who's taking over for him?"  Scully sat down next to Fletcher, leaning
against her shoulder.

"I don't know.  Four of us are being considered."

"You're one of them?"

"Yes.  Me, Roy Tupper, Ed Webster and Clarice Starling."

"I didn't know Clarice Starling was in D.C." she said, trying to hide the
apprehension she felt.

<Why should I be worried if Clarice Starling is here in D.C.?  She and
Fletcher aren't a couple anymore.  I really shouldn't feel jealous, should
I?>

"She's not.  She's been heading up the West Coast Regional Office of ISU. 
Has been the past few years after leaving the Chicago office."

Scully silently thanked whoever was listening.  <Still, for an
ex-girlfriend, she seems to be keeping track of her.  Oh, Dana, stop it. 
They work in the same department.  Of course she's going to know where
Starling works.>

"I know who Roy Tupper is, but I don't recognize Ed Webster's name."

"He's being running the Southeast Regional Office down in Dallas."

"Is this something you want to do?"

"Not really.  It's been on my mind all week.  I'm not a manager.  I'm a
profiler.  I solve cases.  I can teach, but I certainly don't want to head
a department.  Maybe someday, but not now."

The whole time they talked, Fletcher gently ran her fingers through
Scully's hair.  She turned and kissed the top of Scully's head.

"Ah, Red, I can't begin to tell you how glad I am to be here right now,"
she sighed.

"Try."

"Believe it or not, I really missed just being able to talk to you like
this."

"Is that 'all' you missed?" Scully asked with a smile.

"What do you think?"

"I think you should put your drink down and give me a kiss."

She took the half-empty glass from Fletcher's hand and put it on the coffee
table.  She moved so that she was sitting on Fletcher's lap, her arms
around her neck.

"I really missed you, Fletcher."

<And I did, Fletcher.  More than I thought I would.  And not just
sexually.>

"Oh, Red, you just missed me keeping your back warm at night," she smiled.

"Excuse me?"

"You know, on your back and satisfied."

"Fletcher, where do you come up with these, these sayings?"

"I don't know.  Around," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Are you trying to put a damper on the moment?"

"Not at all.  Right now, I'm surprised I can even think or speak clearly."

"Why?"

"Because the minute you sat on my lap, all the blood in my body rushed to
my crotch," she laughed.

"Am I too heavy?" she asked, shifting her buttocks down onto Fletcher in a
slow grind, a wicked smile on her face.

"Oh, no, not at all," she said between clenched teeth.

<If she keeps doing that...Oh, goddess...what's got into her?>

"What's the matter?"

"Since when did you become such a tease, Red?"

"You think I'm a tease?" she asked, starting to unbutton Fletcher's shirt.

"Let's just say I think it's a little out of character for you."

"You don't like me this way?" 

"I didn't say that."

She licked Fletcher's collarbone, one hand sliding up to cup Fletcher's
breast.  Fletcher gently, yet firmly grasped Scully's head between her
hands and kissed her deeply, intensely on the mouth.  Over and over they
kissed, mouths locked together, tongues entangled, hands fondling, groping
one another.  Their passion grew, overtaking them like a freight train.

"I wasn't going to do this," Fletcher said, breaking off the kiss to catch
her breath.

"What?" 

"I didn't want you to think that this was all I wanted from you, with you."

"I know it isn't, Fletcher.  It's not all I want from you, either.  It just
seems that way right now," she said with a shy smile.

<Oh, goddess, I need to touch her.  I need her to touch me.  I wanted to be
good tonight.  I didn't want sex to be the first thing we did.  I tried.  I
really tried, but I can't control myself around her.>

"Red," she said in a hoarse whisper, her face buried against Scully's neck.

"What?"

She slid one arm under Scully's knees and put an arm underneath Scully's
arm and around her back.  She struggled at first, but she stood up, picking
Scully up.

<Oh, God, she's going to carry me to the bedroom.  No one has ever carried
me before.>  She put her hand on Fletcher's neck, then kissed her with all
the desire that she felt, kissed her until her head swam.

"Oh, Red, I really need to touch you right now...I need to taste you...I
need to know you're real, that last week wasn't a dream..." Fletcher gasped
around their kisses.

She carried Scully the short distance to her bedroom.  She gently set her
on the bed and looked down at her.  Scully slowly pulled her sweater off,
then her shirt.  She wore no bra and her breasts hung freely.  Fletcher
almost groaned out loud.

<She's so beautiful.  I could easily lose myself here with her.>

She slid one suspender off her shoulder, then the other. She reached up and
took her holster off, dropping it to the floor.  Scully reached up and
finished unbuttoning Fletcher's shirt, then she slowly untucked it, pulling
out one shirttail, then the other.  She sat up a little straighter and
pressed her face against Fletcher's flat, hard stomach.  

Fletcher sucked in her breath and held it when she felt Scully's tongue
near her navel.  Her groin felt heavy, hot and very wet.

"Do you know what you're doing to me, Red?" she asked, her voice ragged.

"I have a good idea," she responded, her lips against Fletcher's stomach. 
She slid her hands up the backs of Fletcher's thighs.  "It's probably what
you do to me every time you touch me."

She reached between Fletcher's legs and gently began to massage her.
Fletcher's large hands dropped to Scully's shoulders as she tried to steady
herself.  She wanted Scully with an aching need that was almost painful.

"You're so swollen, Fletcher...I can feel you through your pants..."

"Scully..."

She moved her hands to the waistband of Fletcher's pants.  She unbuttoned
them, then slowly pulled the zipper down.  She tugged at them until they
fell down around Fletcher's ankles.  She traced her fingers along the leg
holes of Fletcher's underwear and as she did, she placed her mouth over
Fletcher's clit, feeling it through the thin cotton.

<Oh, goddess...either I'm going to come right now or I'm going to fall
down...I can't take this...she's driving me crazy...>

"Scully...I can't...I can't...not like this...I'll fall down..." she
pleaded.

Scully steered Fletcher to the bed so that she could sit on the edge of it.
 When Fletcher laid back with her legs dangling over the edge, she pulled
Fletcher's clothes off completely.  She stepped out of her own remaining
clothes, leaving them in a pile atop Fletcher's.

She leaned over Fletcher, her legs straddling her hips for just a short
moment.  When Fletcher reached for her, she backed away, keeping her body
just out of reach.

"Not yet, Fletcher...there's something I need to finish..." she whispered.

Fletcher could only groan her response.  <It's not supposed to be like
this...I should be leading the way...I've got to keep control...but,
goddess...I'm putty in her hands...>

Scully began to rub her breasts over Fletcher's torso, then her legs.  Her
nipples were erect and felt hypersensitive.  She knelt on the floor between
Fletcher's legs and gently spread them a little further apart.  She leaned
forward, pressing one breast, then the other, against Fletcher's clit.  She
moved them down, dipping one nipple, then the other into Fletcher, sliding
them around in the wetness.

"Oh, Scully...that feels so...so..." Fletcher couldn't finish.

<No one's ever done that for me...> Fletcher thought.  <I thought I'd done
it all...amazing...what an amazing woman she is...>

Scully hesitated for only a moment before lowering her head.  At the first
light touch of her tongue on her clit, Fletcher felt a new flood surge her
between her legs and her hips bucked involuntarily.  It was a struggle, but
she managed to lift her head, if only for a minute.  She had to see for
herself, had to see this beautiful woman kneeling between her legs.

Scully looked up and their eyes met.  She could see the smile in Scully's
eyes and she tried to smile back.  Suddenly Scully's lips were around her
clit and she sucked hard, her eyes closing.

"Oh, god, Scully..." she gasped, her head falling back onto the bed.

Scully parted Fletcher's lips with her tongue, probing deeper and deeper. 
Fletcher's hips lifted up from the bed, an action she was utterly unable to
stop.

<Control...get control...c'mon...you can do it...no, goddess...I can't...I
don't want to...I'm losing it...>

For the first time in years, Fletcher let herself surrender to the feelings
that now overwhelmed her.  All those times with all those other women,
Fletcher had always kept a part of herself in control, never completely
letting go.  That went out the window now.  All cogent thoughts were
destroyed by the onslaught of Scully's tongue.

"Oh, Scully...Oh, goddess..."

Scully sensed that this time was different for Fletcher, that it wasn't the
same as it had been the few times they'd been together. <I'm making her
come> she realized, aroused by the thought.

She returned her mouth to Fletcher's clit and attacked it vigorously,
sucking it, flicking at it with her tongue.  She teased Fletcher's opening
with one, then two fingers.  She slid them quickly in, then just as quickly
out.

"Please, Scully...please...I'm so close..."

<Oh, yes, Fletcher...come for me...>

Fletcher's hips moved wildly around the bed, then suddenly stilled, falling
back on the bed.  Her fists, clenching the sheets, relaxed.  <No...this
isn't supposed to happen...> Fletcher thought as she caught her breath and
felt her racing heart return to a normal, steady beat.  <I can't let it
happen again...don't feel it so much next time...keep control...>

Scully lifted her head from Fletcher's stomach and looked at the almost
scowl that graced Fletcher's face.  She slowly got up from her knees and
joined Fletcher on the bed.

"Is something wrong, Fletcher?  Did I do something?" she asked worriedly,
her hand caressing Fletcher's forehead.

"No, no, you were fine.  Great, actually," she said, forcing a smile. "I'm
just having a little trouble returning back to Earth." 

<Worry about it later, you idiot.  Now is not the time.  Just enjoy the
moment for what it was.  Besides, you've got a beautiful woman that's
probably in need of a little attention.  No, a lot of attention, and
rightly so.>

Scully moved so that she was straddling Fletcher's hips once more.

"Still in the mood for being on top, Red?  Feeling a little butchy, are
we?" she teased, her hands on Scully's hips.

"Fletcher..."  Scully almost - almost - cringed with her embarrassment over
being thought 'butchy'.

"I don't mind, really," she said, grinning.  She sat up so that she faced
Scully.  "Ah, much better, Red."

"How so?"

"I can finally touch you, feel you," she whispered.

Her hands moved up to Scully's breasts, her fingers squeezing the nipples. 
Scully leaned into Fletcher, wanting her to feel her desire.  Fletcher
released one of Scully's nipples and ran her fingers down the length of her
body.  She felt Scully shift, raising herself up higher onto her knees.

"Are you in need of something, Red?" she asked, teasing her.

"Fletcher, don't make me beg..." she moaned, her forehead resting against
Fletcher's shoulder.

"Look at me, Red," Fletcher commanded, one arm tightly around Scully's
waist.

Scully reluctantly lifted her head and looked into Fletcher's eyes.

"What?  What do you want?" she asked with some difficulty.

"I want to see the look in your eyes at the very moment I go in you."

Scully felt her muscles tighten and her body become even wetter with the
anticipation of Fletcher's actions.  <She's not even touching me - yet -
and I feel as if I could come right now, just thinking about what she's
going to do.>

"Fletcher..."

"Soon, Red...very soon..."

She gently rubbed Scully's clit, feeling it harden even further.  She
pressed her thumb hard against it, watching Scully's face.

"Keep your eyes open, Red."

"I'm trying, but it's so hard..."

"Do you want me in you?" Fletcher asked, her fingers poised outside of
Scully's opening.

"Yes...yes...please, Fletcher..." 

<You're driving me crazy...please...please...I can't take it much
longer...>

Fletcher suddenly shoved herself deep into Scully, watching her face
contort with a rush of passion.  

<Oh, yeah, Red...you're so beautiful...come now...come hard for me...>

She let Scully set the pace, find her rhythm as she rose up on her knees,
then settle back down, her pelvis grinding onto Fletcher.  She grabbed
Fletcher's neck and kissed her hard on the lips as she rode the waves of
her climax.

"Oh, god, Fletcher..." she called out, her face now buried against
Fletcher's neck.

"Oh, yeah, Red...come...come for me..."

Scully cried out, her body collapsing against Fletcher's.  Fletcher held
her tightly, supporting her.  She slowly leaned back, pulling Scully with
her.  She could feel Scully tremble and she caressed her with her hands and
lips, trying to still the fire that still raced within her.

"You okay, Red?"

"I think so...just give me a minute or two..." she panted.

"Y'know, Red, I can actually think of one positive factor when we're
apart," she said, stroking her back and kissing her gently on the top of
her head.

"What?"  Scully asked, her face pressed against Fletcher's chest.

"The get-togethers are dynamite," Fletcher said, grinning.

Scully laughed and kissed Fletcher's chest.  She slowly eased her body off
so that she lay beside Fletcher, her head on her shoulder and her arm
around her waist.  Fletcher curled her arm around Scully's shoulder.

"I gotta tell you, Red, I'm a bit, uh, surprised with your actions tonight.
 Not a 'bad' surprised," she quickly added. 

"Fletcher, I'm a little ashamed," Scully confessed.

"Of what? why?"

"I'm not used to feeling this, uh, this kind of desire, for anyone.  I've
never really - I can't - sex has never been all that, uh, earth shattering,
for me.  I always felt like something was wrong, that I wasn't supposed to
enjoy it."

"Oh, Red, are you just now finding out that sex doesn't have to be sinful
or dirty?  Sex is supposed to be fun, to be enjoyed."

<It's even better when it crosses the line from sex to making love, Red. 
And, try as I might to fight it, I'm very close to that line right now.>

"Fletcher, you just seem to have awakened my dormant libido."

"I guess I should be flattered," she said, hugging Scully.  "You can be
sure that I'll certainly reap all the benefits of your newfound passion."



End Chapter 13