Fletcher - Chapter 6
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.



Saturday night

Scully had no recollection of how they got upstairs to Fletcher's bedroom.
At some point, they'd taken off their shoes and she thought, but couldn't
be sure, that Fletcher had taken her sweater off - or had she taken it off
herself?  It was all such a blur.  Her thoughts were clouded in an
unfamiliar passion.  Try as she might, she could only remember kissing in
the kitchen and then finding herself in Fletcher's bedroom, on the bed, in
her arms, kissing deeply and passionately. 

Fletcher's hand dropped to Scully's waist and she slowly untucked her
shirt.  She lay her hand on Scully's soft, flat stomach, then slowly inched
upward.  Scully tensed, nervous and unsure of herself and the situation.

"Fletcher...I'm not...I've never..." she confessed.

"Red, I am and I have, so relax.  It's okay." she said, giving Scully a
quick, soft kiss.

Fletcher sat back for just a moment and pulled her own sweater off.  She
lay back down beside her and returned to her mouth.  She couldn't get
enough of Scully's lush lips.  She kissed her deeply as she slowly
unbuttoned Scully's blouse.  <Just one more button...yes...now to her
bra...oh, goddess her skin is so soft...where's the damn clasp?...slow
down, fool...take your time...>

Suddenly Scully's hands were on her shoulders, not really pushing her away,
but not encouraging her either.  She stopped what she was doing, inwardly
groaning at the turn of events.

"What's the matter, Red?" she asked, her hand sweeping the red hair out of
Scully's eyes.  "Do you want me to stop?" 

"I don't know...no...I just don't know, Fletcher..."  She looked away.

"Red, whatever you want - or don't want - is okay with me," she said
gently, reassuringly even though her body was aching at the thought of
stopping.  <Just look at me, Red.  Please.>

"I want you, Fletcher...really...I do...it's just that..."

"Just what?"

"It's that my body says yes...but my mind keeps saying no, that this is
wrong."

Fletcher leaned over her, her mouth only inches from Scully's.  Scully
looked up at her.  <Is that desire I see?  Oh, goddess, please...>

"And your heart?  What does your heart say?" she whispered, her lips almost
touching Scully's lips, their eyes locked.

Scully hesitated for only a fraction of a second before closing her eyes
and putting her hand on the back of Fletcher's neck.  She pulled Fletcher
closer and answered her with a deep kiss, her tongue seeking access to
Fletcher's.

<That's it, Red> Fletcher thought as they kissed.  <Stop thinking.  Just
let your body take over...>

She placed several small kisses along Scully's neck and collarbone.  She
finally unhooked Scully's bra, releasing her breasts from their flimsy
restraints.  She pushed the material aside, her fingers lightly brushing
against the nipples.

Scully's hands were suddenly, unexpectedly pulling up Fletcher's t-shirt.
Fletcher moved away just long enough to pull her shirt and sports bra off. 
She tossed them onto the floor, then added Scully's shirt and bra to the
pile.

"You are so beautiful, Red..." she choked, her eyes taking in the sight of
Scully lying back on the bed. 

She slowly, gingerly lowered body on top of Scully's.  She couldn't believe
how sensitive her own body was.  It was if every nerve in her body was on
overload.  At the first touch of nipple against nipple, Fletcher swore she
was going to lose it.  She pressed her body into Scully's, her mouth
trailing kisses down her neck and across her shoulders.

Scully cautiously, tentatively moved her arms around Fletcher, her hands
gliding up and down her back.  <Her muscles are so hard...but her skin is
so soft...>  She shifted so her thigh was between Fletcher's legs.  She
could feel the heat even through the denim, and knew that that the warmth
matched her own.

Fletcher had moved lowered and her mouth was at breast.  At first, her lips
were gentle, loving.  As Scully's nipples hardened, she took one gently
between her teeth and flicked at it with her tongue.

<Oh, god, it's like a direct line to my clit> Scully thought as the warmth
between her legs rose.  <I need her to touch me...>

Fletcher hands dropped to Scully's waist but she hesitated.

"Yes, yes...Fletcher...please..." she whispered against Fletcher's throat.

Fletcher fumbled with the zipper.  <Oh, goddess, what a time for me to be
clumsy...why can't I do this...>

Scully's hands were suddenly atop Fletcher's.

"Let me..." she offered.

She pulled the zipper down, lifted her hips from the bed and quickly pulled
them off.  Before Fletcher could return to her, she moved her hands to
Fletcher's fly.  She adroitly unbuttoned the top button.

"Take them off, Fletcher...I want to feel you too..."

Fletcher did as she was told and promptly removed her remaining clothes. 
She threw back the covers and then she settled her body back atop Scully's,
breasts against breasts, thighs between legs.  

<Incredible...her body feels better than I ever imagined...> Fletcher
thought, her mouth returning to Scully's breast.  She moved her hand up to
Scully's other breast and began to fondle it, teasing the nipple.  

Scully needed either (or both) of Fletcher's actions to be repeated lower
on her body.  She spread her legs a little further and pressed up against
Fletcher's thigh.

<I really want to take this slow, but I don't think I can> Fletcher
thought, feeling the rush of warmth between her own legs.  <I want to make
her come long and hard...but I don't want to rush it...oh, goddess, help me
with this...>

Her hand left Scully's breast and slowly and deliberately trailed down her
torso.  Her fingers urgently traced every curve, every crevice.  Scully's
hips thrust up against her hand, demanding more contact.  She sucked and
nipped at Scully's erect nipples.  Using her fingers, she stimulated her
clit with a motion that matched her tongue.  

She felt and heard Scully's desire rise, and her own desire rose with it. 
<More...I've got to give her more...>  Her mouth wihdrew from Scully's
breast and she left a trail of small, wet kisses as she moved down her
body.  

Scully soon realized what Fletcher's intentions were and she weakly grabbed
at Fletcher's shoulder.

"Fletcher, you don't..."  Her words caught in her throat at the first touch
of Fletcher's tongue.  "Oh, god, Fletcher..." she moaned.

Back and forth, from the source of the wetness to her clit, she went with
her tongue.  Scully's hips began rocking in the same rhythm.  She sensed
how close Scully was to climaxing.  She took her swollen, throbbing clit
into her mouth at the same time she shoved two fingers inside.

"Oh, god...Fletcher..." she moaned.

<I'm coming...> she thought, then she lost the ability to think clearly.
The force of her own orgasm astounded her, overwhelmed her.  But before she
could even process it, enjoy it, another one slammed into her.

"Oh, Fletcher..." she called out, the loudness of her voice startling her.

She grabbed at the back of Fletcher's head as her hips bucked wildly up
from the bed.  Her heels dug into the bed as she strained against her.

"Yes...yes...Fletcher...oh, god..."

Her body went rigid, then collapsed back against the bed. Fletcher's head
was beside her hip, face down and she was breathing heavily.  Her arms went
about her waist and she hugged her tightly as she was unable to speak as
well.

<When has anyone ever made me feel this way?>  Scully thought as she felt
Fletcher gradually move back up her body.  Before, it had always been a
means to an end - strictly foreplay, nothing more.  It had never been the
intent of any of her previous partners for it to be the method of making
her come.  It was almost as if they'd been performing some duty, some
distasteful obligation that they'd felt.

Fletcher lay atop Scully, her breaths heavy and deep against her neck.  She
felt Scully's hands tenderly kneading her back and shoulders.

"Good lord, Red...that was fantastic..." she sighed.

"Fletcher..."

"Yes?" Fletcher kissed Scully's neck, then her earlobe.

"It's never happened like that for me before..." 

"My poor Red, always in control...so much so that you couldn't even enjoy
sex."  She kissed Scully's forehead.  "What happened tonight?"

"I guess I lost control," she said, a small smile on her face.  She kissed
Fletcher, tasting something foreign yet somehow familiar.  <Oh, god, that's
me on her lips> she thought and then she kissed Fletcher even harder.  She
slid her hands downward and squeezed Fletcher's small rearend.

"Get on your back..." she ordered Fletcher.

"Red, you don't have to...I'm okay with this...I don't need anything..."

"I need to..." she said huskily, gently pushing Fletcher off of her and
onto her back.  She tucked her hair behind her ear, then leaned over
Fletcher.  "I want to make you feel what I just felt..."

"Oh, Red..."

She kissed Fletcher softly on the kips, then her neck.  Her small hands
shyly covered the small breasts.  <They're so soft...so soft...> she
marvelled before taking a nipple into her mouth.  The hardened instantly at
the first touch.  Growing bolder, Scully slid her hand down further, across
the stomach and hips.
She felt Fletcher stir beneathe her fingers.  She ran her fingertips
through the short, curly hair. 

"Did I do that?" Scully murmured against her neck, her fingers stroking the
wetness that she'd discovered between Fletcher's legs.

"Oh, yeah...and it's time you took some responsibility for your actions..."

"Ever the comedienne..." she said, suddenly slipping one, then two fingers
deep inside of Fletcher.  "Oh, you feel so good, Fletcher...so soft...so
warm...so wet..."

Fletcher couldn't hold back the groan that escaped from her throat.

Using only her most recent experience and her past self-inflicted
ministrations as her guide, Scully began to pump her fingers in and out,
finding the pace Fletcher set with the thrusts from her hips.  She found
Fletcher's clit with her thumb and pressed hard.

"Oh, yeah, Red...just like that..." Fletcher gasped.

She continued with her actions, feeling herself grow wet at the realization
that she was making Fletcher come.  She rode Fletcher's thigh, letting just
the pressure make her almost climax along with Fletcher.

Just as she was about to come, Fletcher took Scully's head in her hands and
kiseed her roughly, her tongue thrusting into her mouth.  She moved her
hand down and plunged two fingers deep into Scully.  They came together in
a rush, neither able or wanting to stop it.  

Fletcher's head fell back against the pillows and she slowly and
reluctantly removed her fingers from Scully.  Scully lay her head on
Fletcher's chest and listened to the pounding heart slowly return to its
normal steady beat.

"Uh, Red?"

"Yes?"  <Oh, I hope it was good for her.  I hope she enjoyed it as much as
I did.>

"Are you sure you've never done this before?" she asked, kissing the top of
her head.

Scully smiled and she kissed Fletcher's chest.  Fletcher's hand caressing
her back was the last thing she remembered before drifting off to sleep.



Sunday, 1:15 am

Fletcher carefully got out of bed without waking the sleeping woman beside
her.  She pulled the covers up over Scully's bare shoulders.  She put on
her robe and quietly went downstairs to check the locks and alarms.  When
everything was set, she sat down in the dark kitchen.  Her hands went to
her temples and she rubbed them, then her eyes.

<Oh, boy, Fletcher...history sure has a way of repeating itself...You've
either made the biggest mistake of your sordid life or...oh, goddess, I
hope it's the right one.  I'm crazy about her.  I see her, and I want to
hold her in my arms.  I have since the first time I saw her.>

She went back upstairs.  She took off her robe, hanging it up on its
customary spot - the bedpost - then climbed back into bed.

"Fletcher, where were you?  I was going to go looking for you."  Scully
nestled her body against Fletcher's.

"I couldn't remember if the doors were locked and the alarms set.  I was
distracted earlier."

"Distracted by what?" Scully asked with a knowing smile.

"Well, there was this beautiful, no, not just beautiful, but down right
stunning woman in my kitchen doing really wild things with canolis."

"And then what happened?" she asked, moving so that she was atop Fletcher,
her legs straddling her hips.

"And then I ended up having the best sex of my entire life."

Scully leaned over Fletcher, her breasts hanging down.  Fletcher reached up
and covered them with her hands.  <So soft...so beautiful...>

"It would be a hard act to follow," she whispered against Fletcher's neck. 
"But I really would like to try and improve on your last statement."

Fletcher could feel Scully's arousal on her stomach as Scully moved against
her.  She slowly slid her body down so that Scully was almost sitting on
her face.  Scully reached up and grabbed the headboard when she felt
Fletcher's tongue go inside of her, then move to her clit.

"Oh, christ, Fletcher..."

Fletcher now knew how to read Scully.  She knew what she wanted, how to
make her come, how to tell when she was climaxing.  She kept at it, only
pulling back, easing off when she sensed Scully was close to an orgasm.

"You're...driving...me... crazy...Fletcher...please...I'm...so...close..."
she gasped.

She suddenly dipped two fingers deep into Scully and easily pumped them in
and out.  She took her engorged clit into her mouth and sucked hard. Scully
bucked hard above her, her head glancing off the headboard.

"Oh...God...Fletcher..." she screamed aloud, her body tensing stiffly, then
collapsing onto her stomach.

Fletcher carefully moved out from underneath her.  She gently rubbed
Scully's back and ass.  She could feel Scully's body occasionally spasm,
shudder. She leaned over and kissed her behind the ear.

"You okay, Red?"

"I can't move...I can't even think..."

"Then don't," she said, softly massaging her back.

"What you do to me, Fletcher..."

"What you do to me, Agent Scully."

"Thank you."

"The pleasure was all mine."

"Oh, I don't know about that..." She sighed.  "That feels so nice."

"I can't get enough of you, Red, or your body."  She kissed her back. 
"You're so beautiful..."

"I...I can't stay awake..."  Scully apologized.

"Then sleep."

"I wanted to...you've just wiped me out...I can't..."

"It's okay.  Go to sleep."



Sunday, 7:45 AM

<Oh, goddess, thank you> Fletcher said as she woke up once more next to the
beautiful redhead.  <I can't believe it finally happened.  Never in my
dreams could it have been so fantastic.  Please let it be more than a
one-night stand.  I couldn't bear to lose her now.  Please, oh please,
don't let her be freaked out by what happened.  I don't want to think it,
I'm afraid to think it, but oh goddess, I think I could really fall for
her.>

She carefully got out of bed and pulled on sweatpants and an old flannel
shirt.  She went downstairs and put on a pot of coffee and began breakfast.
 She found herself alternating between grinning and flushing when she
thought about the night before.  She hummed and whistled as she made a
quick breakfast of omelets and toast.  

Upstairs, Scully woke up to the smell of coffee.  She was momentarily
disoriented.  <Where am I?  Where are my clothes?>  She closed her eyes and
shook her head.  <Wake up, Dana.>  She rubbed her forehead.  <Fletcher. 
I'm at Fletcher's> she remembered.  She then recalled the actions of the
night before and a new warmth flooded her groin.

She looked up to the sound of Fletcher coming into the room.

"Good morning," Fletcher said, setting a tray on the dresser.

"Good morning," she replied, sitting up and pulling the covers up with her.

<Uh oh.  Not a good sign.  She's embarrassed.>  Fletcher's heart fell.

"Here," Fletcher said, handing Scully her robe.  "It's a little chilly in
here."

"Thanks."  She pulled on Fletcher's flannel robe, then re-adjusted the
covers.

<I've got a million questions for you, Red, but I'm afraid to ask you a
one.  How do you feel?  Are you ready to run screaming from my house now? 
Are you looking for a way to gracefully get out of here?  Please say
something, Red.  I'm dying here.  Let me know now while it won't hurt so
much.  Like hell it won't hurt much.  It'll kill me.>

"Hope you're hungry," she said calmly.  "I fixed a breakfast for us."

"Oh, you didn't have to do that for me."  

<How sweet.  I don't think anyone's ever made me breakfast in bed, except
maybe mom when I was a little kid and home sick.  What was it - measles?>

"I don't mind.  I like to cook, remember?"

She brought the tray over and then nervously sat down beside Scully. 
<She's nervous> Scully thought.  <What is she afraid of - rejection?  I
should be the one that's afraid.  She's experienced at this sort of thing. 
Not me.>

"Um, Fletcher, I do have one complaint about breakfast," she said with a
smile.

"What?  You don't like omelets?" she asked, a lump in her throat.

"Don't I get a good-morning kiss with breakfast?"

"Oh, Red..."  Fletcher's shoulders sagged with relief.  

<The world is good again!  She's not leaving yet!>  She leaned over and
kissed her gently on the lips.  Scully reached up and held her face for a
longer kiss, opening her mouth for Fletcher.  Fletcher slipped her hand
inside of the robe and stroked Scully's nipples until they hardened, which
didn't take long.

"Uh, breakfast's getting cold," she said, breaking off the kiss and
reluctantly taking her hand away.

<I could get used to this too easily> Scully thought as she ate her
breakfast.  <I like getting spoiled.>

"I'd better shake a leg.  Mulder'll be here by noon.  When food is
involved, he's always early."

"Oh, damn, I forgot all about Mulder.  He's supposed to call me to see if I
needed a ride here."

"When's he supposed to call?"

"Around 10:00."

"Relax, it's only 8:30.  I just don't think I can get you home and back
before noon."

"I'll think of something when he calls."

"You're welcome to borrow any clothes I have that'll fit.  Actually, I've
got a Redskins sweatshirt you can have.  If you're watching football here,
you've got to wear the right clothes."  She got out of bed.  "Want to join
me for a shower?" she asked, pulling her shirt off.

"Can I trust you?" Scully asked, the want in her eyes unmistakable.

"Absolutely." She paused, then added, "Not."

"Good."

End Chapter 6