From: "starbuck22" <jbowne@top.monad.net>

Fletcher2:Rollercoaster by Dana Starbuck
Feedback: dks_starbuck@yahoo.com
Disclaimers: See Chapter 1
Thank yous:  Thanks to Athos & Selena for stepping in and "pitch hitting"
when I 'lost' 2 beta readers.  They seem to joined the starting lineup.
And a special thank you to deejay, who's done more than his share of
hand-holding, and not just over the beta reads.  He's worked his way from
the bullpen to the starting lineup, and now he's number one in the
rotation.  (Sorry, I'm a baseball fan, folks <G>)


<<Chapter 15>>

Friday, December 4th, 8:15 PM

Scully took off her heels and tossed them into the closet.  <Last time I'm
wearing _those_ shoes to work.  My feet are _killing_ me.>  She took off
her stockings.  <Just what I thought.  Another pair ruined.>  She threw the
pantyhose into the wastebasket.  <That's it.  No more skirts and stockings
for work.  It just isn't pratical now.  I'm in scrubs most of the day and
if I ever get oustide of Quantico on a case, I'm sure I'll be crawling
around some crime scene.>

She knew she shouldn't complain.  Overall, her first week in ISU Forensics
had been a good one.  She'd been a free agent for so long, she thought
she'd chafe at being back in an organized department.  She couldn't have
been more wrong. Gabe Sinclair definitely ran a tight ship, but he was more
kindly grandfather than whip-cracking disciplinarian.  And her fellow
additions, Elly Klingler and Josh Washington, were really great people. 
They'd even gone out to lunch together yesterday when things were at a
lull.  <I might actually get to like this job,> she thought. 

She hung up her blazer and headed for the bathroom.  <Hmmm.  Cold shower or
hot bath?  Fletcher won't be back until tomorrow night.  Can I wait until
then?  I doubt it.>  Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a key
unlocking her front door. <I know it's not Mulder.  He'd knock.  He knows
I'm here.  Could it be Fletcher?>  Her heart - and her clit - twitched in
anticipation.

She quickly walked to the living room.  She reached the door just as
Fletcher opened it.

"Fletcher!"

"Hey, Red."

"You're home early.  I didn't expect you until tomorrow night."

"I threw myself on the mercy of the ticket agent.  When that didn't work, I
flashed my badge.  I just couldn't spend one more night without you."

Fletcher set down her suitcase and briefcase as Scully shut and locked the
door behind her.  She immediately turned to Scully and took her into her
arms.  She kissed Scully gently at first, then her kisses became more
insistent, more passionate.  She leaned into Scully, pressing her back
against the door.

"I've missed you so much, Red," she said, kissing Scully's neck, her hands
roaming up and down her sides.

"I've missed you, too.  _Really_ missed you," Scully replied, her hips
grinding against Fletcher.

Fletcher was overwhelmed by how great her desire for Scully was.  <I've
been feeling it since getting back to her tonight became a reality.  Once
that plane touched down at Dulles...I've been wet since then.  It's been
too fucking long since we've seen each other, touched each other.>  She
returned back to Scully's lips.  <I can't kiss her enough...and the way
she's moving her hips against me...oh, Goddess...I've got to touch her
_right now_.>

"I need...I need to touch you...touch you right now," Fletcher said, her
voice hoarse.  She slid her hands up Scully's thighs, bunching Scully's
skirt up around her waist.  "I'm so sorry, Red...I can't wait another
minute...I really need to make love to you...here...now..."  She almost
sounded ashamed about her passion, her need.

Scully placed her hands on Fletcher's cheeks and looked at her, forcing
Fletcher to look at her.  "It's okay, honey..."  she whispered, bringing
her mouth closer to Fletcher's.  "I need you to make love to me, too."  The
thought of making love to Fletcher where they were, by the door, standing
up, seemed incredibly wanton, incredibly arousing to Scully.

Fletcher saw understanding, and the unmistakable want in Scully's eyes.  <I
love this woman so much,> she thought, her heart almost overfilling with
love.  She felt Scully move her arms around her neck as she kissed her hard
on the lips.
Scully lifted one leg, wrapping it around Fletcher's thigh.  Fletcher
groaned and grasped Scully's buttocks in her hands, pulling her close. 
"Oh...Red...I love you so much..." Her voice caught in her throat as she
pressed her lips to Scully's neck.

Scully suddenly gave a little hop and her thighs were squeezing tightly
around Fletcher's waist, her back against the door.  <Oh, god, Scully...> 
Fletcher could hardly think straight, her mind was so fogged with want and
need.

"Touch me, Fletcher...I need you to..." Scully said, almost pleading, her
hands on Fletcher's neck, then her cheeks.

Fletcher slid a hand between them and roughly pushed aside Scully's wet
panties.  She pressed, almost pinned, Scully back against the door with her
own body, one hand cupped under Scully's ass in an effort to support her.
"Oh, Red..." she murmured, stroking her fingers back and forth, "...you're
so wet...so open..." 

"Fletcher, go in me...now...please..."  She felt two of Fletcher's long
fingers slip inside.  <Oh, god, I love it when she's in me like this.> 
"Oh, yes..." she moaned.  "Deeper...deeper..."

Fletcher did as requested, feeling Scully's hips thrust again and again. 
Scully kissed Fletcher harshly on the lips, drawing Fletcher's tongue in,
then suddenly she pulled away, her head back, her hands seizing Fletcher's
shoulders, her fingers grabbing at the leather coat.  "Oh, god,
Fletcher..." 

The speed and strength of her climax startled them both.  Fletcher thought
she could feel Scully's orgasm all the way up her arm, thought she'd lose
her breath from Scully's thighs contracting around her waist.  "I love
you...I love you..." Fletcher repeated over and over, her fingers slowly
stilling as she felt Scully's body relax.

"Love...you...," Scully gasped as her legs slowly dropped from Fletcher's
hips, first one, then the other.  She felt too weak to stand and her chest
heaved with every breath.  She clung to Fletcher, her arms around
Fletcher's neck, certain that she'd fall to the floor if she didn't.  <Oh,
god...how could I come so fast...it was so quick...so _good_...>

"Oh, Red...Scully...babe...where'd that one come from?" Fletcher asked,
gulping for air, her forehead pressed against the door.

"I'm sorry, Fletcher...I couldn't last...I didn't think..." she said,
breathless.

"It's okay, hon...it's okay...I wasn't much help in holding back either..."
 Fletcher smiled and kissed Scully gently on the forehead.  "Talk about
lack of restraint..."

Fletcher held Scully up for a few more minutes, loving the feeling of just
having her in her arms.  She could feel Scully's body relax further and her
hands began to lightly stroke Fletcher's cheeks and neck.  "Can you stand?"
she asked Scully, kissing her gently on the lips.

"I think so.  Why?"

"There's something I _really_ need to do," Fletcher said, her voice low and
heavy.  

Scully felt her thigh muscles tense at the sound of Fletcher's voice. 
<What does she want now...I know what _I_ want her to do...>  She felt
Fletcher's hands slide inside the waistband of her panties.  <Take them
off...take them off...> she silently pleaded.  As Fletcher slowly dropped
to her knees in front of her, she pulled them down with her.  She stepped
out of them, kicking them off as she did.  <I can't stop my legs from
shaking...> She moaned softly as Fletcher moved her hands up the backs of
her thighs, lifting her skirt as she did.  When her hands reached Scully's
buttocks, she drew her forward.

Scully felt a new flood of warmth between her legs when she looked down and
saw Fletcher's head disappear under her skirt.  Fletcher's breath was hot
against her and her tongue was tantalizing close.  <Oh,
Fletcher...please...I need your tongue on me...>  

Fletcher's hands moved across Scully's ass, down her thighs and back up
again.  She caressed the round bottom again and again, her mouth almost,
but not quite touching Scully.  <She smells so good...,> Fletcher thought,
breathing deeply.  The first touch of her tongue on Scully's clit caused
Scully to jerk hard and her hands fell to Fletcher's face and she held her
tight against her.

"Lick me, Fletcher...do it...please..." she rasped, finally verbalizing her
need.

<It's never been like this,> Fletcher thought, her tongue seeking Scully
out.   <She's so wild tonight, so excited...>  She could feel Scully's legs
beginning to sag, and Fletcher moved her hands to Scully's hips, holding
her up.   <Stay with me, Scully...let me make love to you this way...Oh,
goddess she tastes so sweet...>

Scully's body continued to spasm with every stroke of Fletcher's tongue. 
She kept one hand on the back of Fletcher's head, pressing her face as
close as she could.  <So good...so good...> she chanted in her mind.  With
her other hand, she lifted her skirt up further so she could see Fletcher. 
<Oh, god...this is so...so incredible...> she thought, seeing Fletcher's
mouth upon her.

Fletcher looked up, not stopping the motion of her tongue, and their eyes
met.  Around and around Scully's clit she swirled her tongue, like she was
licking an ice cream cone.  She watched Scully's mouth open, her eyes never
leaving Fletcher's.  Her chest was moving up and down with every breath and
her hips were gently rocking back and forth.  Fletcher suddenly drew
Scully's clit into her mouth and sucked hard.

"Nhh...oh...god..." Scully gasped, her eyes closing, her fingers tightly
clenching Fletcher's shoulders.

<Not long, Red...not long, now...>  Fletcher slowly eased three fingers
into Scully, loving the feeling of touching her so deeply.  A few slow
thrusts of her fingers and she knew Scully wasn't far from another orgasm. 
She backed off and let Scully set the pace, timing her thrusts with the
movements of Scully's hips.

"Oh, Fletcher...now...make me come...do it...do it..." she half-sobbed.

Her fingers filled Scully and her tongue flicked hard against Scully's
clit, making Scully cry out as her orgasm slammed into her.  Her hips were
suddenly moving everywhere, dancing out of control and she grabbed at
Fletcher's head.

"Fletcher..." she wailed.

The rest of Scully's responses were unintelligible.  Her body still spasmed
even though Fletcher's tongue and fingers had become motionless.  "Oh, god,
Fletcher, it feels so good..." she moaned, slowly sinking to her knees, her
body slumping against Fletcher's.  

Fletcher waited before she gradually withdrew her fingers.  Her arms
tightened around Scully's waist.  <Let me hold you, Red.>  "You feel so
good," she whispered.  "I love making you come..."  Fletcher buried her
face in the red hair and she cradled Scully close.

Once she'd caught her breath, Scully lifted her head off Fletcher's
shoulder and kissed herself off of Fletcher's lips.  Her tongue gently
probed, touching every part of the warm interior of Fletcher's mouth.  Her
hands moved to Fletcher's shoulders, inside of her coat.

"You're a bit overdressed," she murmured against Fletcher's neck, slipping
Fletcher's jacket off.  She reached behind Fletcher and tossed the coat,
and it partially landed on a chair.  She then pulled off Fletcher's holster
and repeated the motion.  It landed on top of the coat.

"Pretty talented woman, you," Fletcher smiled, her fingers slowly
unbuttoning Scully's blouse.  <Her breasts are perfect...so soft,> Fletcher
thought as she unhooked Scully's bra.

"You're not so bad yourself," Scully said, untucking Fletcher's turtleneck.
 She slowly trailed her fingers up Fletcher's ribs, then brushed them
across the already stiff nipples.  Fletcher's stomach twitched and
trembled.  "Your nipples are so hard, Fletcher..."  With one hand, she
pushed aside Fletcher's bra and pinched Fletcher's nipple.  She dropped her
other hand and reached between Fletcher's legs.  "Is your clit hard, too?"
she asked, feeling Fletcher squirm at the first touch of her fingers.

Fletcher could only groan helplessly as Scully began to knead her clit
through her jeans.  Scully cupped her hand and squeezed Fletcher, feeling
the dampness that had soaked through.  "Are you close, lover?" she asked
huskily.  "...do you need me to touch you?"

<Oh, goddess, what's come over her?  She doesn't usually do this, talk like
this...>  Fletcher couldn't believe how quickly she was losing control of
her own body, how astonished she was at the sudden turn the evening had
taken.  <I need her...I need her to touch me...>  Fletcher's hands dropped
to her waist and she undid her belt.  Scully knocked her hands away before
Fletcher could unzip her jeans.

"Scully..." Fletcher was shocked at how needy her voice sounded.

"Slow down, 'Romeo'..." Scully replied, even though her fingers continued
to massage the crotch of Fletcher's jeans. 

"I can't, Red..."

Scully's lips lightly touched Fletcher's ear, the tip of her tongue
tracking her earlobe.  "It's your turn, Fletcher...tell me what you
need...what you want..."  Scully whispered.

"I need you to touch me...I need to come, Scully..." Fletcher pleaded,
almost hating the sound of her own voice.  <Oh, goddess, please...>  The
pounding of her blood in her clit was nearly driving Fletcher mad.

"All you have to do is ask," Scully said, unbuttoning, then unzipping
Fletcher's jeans.  She slid her fingers down, tangling them in the short,
damp hair.  Her fingers edged down further.  She gently squeezed Fletcher's
clit  between her thumb and forefinger.  "Oh, my, Fletcher...you're so
swollen..."

Fletcher, still on her knees, spread her legs further apart, her pelvis
thrusting forward.  She leaned into Scully, both of her hands flat on the
door behind Scully.

"Do you like this, baby?" Scully asked, her fingers slipping lower into the
wetness, then back up to Fletcher's clit.  Over and over she rubbed her
fingertips across Fletcher's clit until it felt impossibly hard.  <She's so
big...I've never felt her clit this hard...she must be going crazy...>
Scully thought, her fingers relentless.

Fletcher grunted her response, unable to speak, her body seeming to move on
its own.  She looked down and seeing Scully's fingers inside her pants
caused another gush between her legs.  <Oh, Scully, you're driving me
crazy...how can this be happening...like this...>  Every movement of
Scully's fingers was like torture to her.

Scully somehow worked her hand inside of Fletcher's pants and she managed
to shove two fingers up inside of Fletcher.  <She likes that...she needs
it...and she feels _soooh good_,> Scully thought, pumping her fingers. 
"Yes?" she breathed into Fletcher' ear.

"Oh, god, Scully..."

"Yes?"

Somehow Fletcher nodded. "Y... y... yes."

"Come, Fletcher...come for me...just for me..." Scully urged, her fingers
still driving into Fletcher.

Fletcher groaned loudly, wordlessly.  Her body shook as she came, then she
collapsed against Scully.  Scully slipped her fingers out of Fletcher and
eased them both to the floor.  She showered Fletcher's face with kisses as
she stretched out on top of her.

"I love you, Fletcher," Scully said, her face against Fletcher's chest.

"I love you, too," Fletcher said, sighing.

"Well, that's got to be a record for us," Scully joked a few minutes later,
her hands moving up under Fletcher' shirt.

"What's that?"

"You never even made it more than three feet into my apartment."

"It's been a long ten days," Fletcher replied, a smile on her face.  "Do
you think that maybe we could at least move this little, uh, 'party' to the
sofa?" 

- - - - -

Fletcher lay Scully down on the sofa, then straddled Scully's hips.  She
leaned over and took off Scully's blouse, then her bra.  <I could look at
her for hours...she's so beautiful...I love to see her like this...like
she's mine for the taking...> 

Scully reached up and pulled Fletcher's shirt and bra off and tossed them
over on to the coffee table.  <She's looking at me so intensely...it feels
like her eyes are touching me...>

"I think you'd better take your skirt off before I rip it off you,"
Fletcher suggested, her voice low.

"Then take off the rest of your clothes, too," Scully said, lifting her
hips and sliding her skirt and panties off.  Fletcher untied her boots,
kicking them off, then she tugged her jeans and underwear off.  They landed
on the floor beside her boots.

"You're so beautiful, Red...every part of you..." Fletcher whispered as she
lowered her body on top of Scully once again.  <There's something special
happening here tonight,> Fletcher thought as she kissed Scully tenderly on
the lips.  <Scully's on fire, her body so hot...and me...I've never
surrendered this much control during sex...>

Scully's arms went to Fletcher's waist, then her hips, then her ass.  She
spread her legs, pulling Fletcher between them.  Once again, her legs were
wrapped around Fletcher's hips.  Fletcher raised herself up, almost as if
she were doing a pushup.  She brushed her nipples across Scully's while she
slowly ground her clit into Scully's.  Their eyes met and Fletcher knew
then that Scully sensed it as well.  

Scully's hands moved back to Fletcher's hips and she guided Fletcher, set
the pace for them.  "This feels really good, Fletcher...different..."

"I want to make you come again, Red...tell me what you need...what can I do
to make you come..."

"Kiss me...suck my nipples hard...don't stop what you're doing...slide your
fingers deep inside of me..."  Her voice dropped.  "Fuck me..."

"Scully..." Fletcher sucked in a deep breath, not quite believing what she
had just heard.

"Take me, Fletcher...make me scream your name..."

"You're making me so fucking hot," Fletcher groaned.

"Good...good...because you make me hot too..."

Fletcher snaked her hand between them as she kissed Scully forcefully,
almost ravenously.  Scully opened her mouth wide, sucking on Fletcher's
tongue so hard Fletcher thought she was going to bite it.  Fletcher broke
the kiss off as she abruptly shoved three fingers deep inside of Scully.

"Oh, yes...Fletcher..."

Fletcher returned her mouth to Scully's lips and their kisses became
frantic, frenzied.  Scully grabbed at Fletcher, her hips rocking with every
thrust of Fletcher's fingers.

"Deeper, Fletcher...deeper...oh, god...fuck me..."

Fletcher's thumb slid across Scully's clit, over and over.  Scully spread
her legs as far she could, trying to get Fletcher's fingers in completely. 
Fletcher slid her other hand underneath Scully's ass and she began to
stroke a finger against her asshole.

"Yes...yes...Fletcher...do it...fill me..."

Fletcher eased her finger inside Scully's other hole, letting the thrusts
of Scully's hips draw her inside.  Once she had filled Scully as much as
she dared, she resumed the steady drive of her fingers of her other hand,
her hips joining the motion.

<It's too much...it's not enough...> Scully thought, her body feeling as
though every nerve was overloaded with sensation.  <Don't stop...don't
stop...oh, Fletcher...here it comes...oh, God...it's so...>

"Fletcher..." she screamed.

"I've got you...I've got you..." Fletcher cried out.

Scully clung to Fletcher, her hands almost bruising Fletcher's back, then
her shoulders.  Her hips continued to jerk as another orgasm shook her
body.  

Fletcher leaned over and kissed her forehead, her neck, her cheeks, her
lips.  When she felt the shudders coursing through Scully's body subside,
Fletcher slowly pulled her fingers out, one at a time, then she pulled
Scully tight against her body.

<God, she's never orgasmed like that before,> Fletcher thought, feeling
Scully's tears on her shoulders.  <I think the whole apartment building
heard that one.  Hell, they might've even heard her in Arlington.>  She
smiled and kissed Scully's forehead, then the few tears that slowly
trickled down her cheeks.

"You okay, Red?" she asked gently, her voice voice full of love.

"I think so...just give me a minute to catch my breath..."  She took
several deep, long breaths.  "That was..."

"Intense."  Fletcher grinned, finishing her sentence.

"Incredible."  Scully smiled back.

"Unbelievable," Fletcher continued, kissing the tops of Scully's breasts.

"Ground shaking."  

"Mindblowing."

"Earth shattering." Scully's fingers danced up and down Fletcher's back.

"Uh, amazing."  Fletcher looked up at Scully.  "Your turn."

"Fantastic,"

"You win," Fletcher conceded a few moments later.  "I've run out of
adjectives.  Guess I'm too distracted by these," she said, nudging Scully's
nipples with her lips.

"Out of this world, wonderful, fabulous, terrific," Scully laughed, then
she moaned ever so slightly, feeling Fletcher's tongue gently flick at her
nipples.  <Oh, that feels so good...what she does to me...I'm surprised I'm
not comatose after that...but she's starting to get me all excited again.>

Fletcher shifted her body so that her legs were spread and she was kneeling
over Scully, straddling her hips once again.  She reached down and began to
softly caress Scully's breasts.  

Scully moved her hands to Fletcher's legs and began to stroke Fletcher's
thighs, her thumbs gently caressing the inside of the strong legs above
her.  "Are you as wet as I am..." Scully asked, her voice hoarse.

"I don't know.  Why don't you find out for yourself and tell me?"

Scilly could feel Fletcher's wetness on her stomach.  She inserted one
finger, sliding it in the wetness, then pulling it out.  Fletcher's eyes
were open, but glazed.  <She feels so good...,> Scully thought.  <So
warm...so wet...>  Scully began to inch her body down so that Fletcher
knelt was kneeling above her.  Fletcher leaned forward, supporting herself
with her strong arms.  Scully looked up, her eyes and lips full of her own
desire.

"Do you want me?" Fletcher asked, her voice loaded with passion.

"Yes...yes...I want to taste you..."

"Suck me, Scully..." Fletcher half-ordered as she lowered herself.  

The moment Scully's lips closed around her swollen, distended clit,
Fletcher bucked hard.  Scully's firmly grabbed Fletcher's hips and she
tried to hold her down.  <So hard...so swollen...> Scully thought, moaning
against Fletcher as her lips continued to nibble Fletcher's clit.

"Oh, Scully...oh, yes...suck it hard..."

<Oh, goddess...my head's going to burst...>  Fletcher thought.  <I'm going
to have a stroke...> she thought irrationally.  Suddenly three of Scully's
fingers were buried deep and Fletcher cried out.  "Do it,
Scully...now...Oh, goddess, I'm coming..."

Still sucking on her clit, Scully began to flick at it with her tongue,
driving Fletcher closer and closer to her release.  <She's going to come
for me...and soon...I can feel it...just a little more...>  Scully's own
desire rose up, surprising her.  <Oh, god, I'm going to come, too...>  She
released Fletcher's thigh and brought her hand between her own legs.  <Oh,
god, I'm still so swollen...so wet...>

"Scully...I'm so close...oh, goddess...Scully...make me come..." she
pleaded.

She turned her hand slightly, slipped her ring finger out Fletcher's
vagina, and eased it up into the tiny hole behind it.

"Scully..." Fletcher howled, her hips moving violently on their own,
straining with every thrust of Scully's fingers.

<She's coming...and so am I...> Scully thought, furiously rubbing her own
clit.  Her own hips rocked as her orgasm built.

"Scully..." Fletcher shouted one last time before falling forward, her face
pressed down on the arm of the sofa.

"Fletcher..." Scully sobbed out loud, seconds later.



Saturday, 12:45 AM

Fletcher dozed beside Scully, her mouth open, her snoring faint.  Scully
reached down and brushed the hair back off her face.  <I must've nodded off
too.  No wonder,> she thought smiling.  <I'm amazed we even made it off the
couch.  I thought for sure Fletcher was going to fall asleep there.  She
surprised me when she bounced back only a few minutes later.>  Scully's
hand slid down her stomach and rested between her legs.  <When she lifted
me up and carried me into the bedroom, my legs around her waist...>  She
smiled at the memory, her face flushing.  <We just fell to the bed and
started up again...>  Scully began to touch herself, the very tips of her
fingers stroking the very tip of her still sensitive clit.  <I don't know
what's gotten in to me...is it possible to feel sated _and_ insatiable at
the same time?>

Fletcher slowly woke up, her body instantly sensing the motion beside her,
knowing it for what it was.  She slipped her hand over to Scully's thigh.

"Do you know how much that turns me on, Red?" she whispered against
Scully's neck as she repeatedly squeezed Scully's thigh.

"What?"

"When you touch yourself..."

"Tell me..."

"I think about you touching yourself, when we're apart...when I'm talking
on the phone to you...I think about how you'll be touching yourself when I
hang up..."

"I touch myself when I talk to you, Fletcher...I don't _always_ wait until
you hang up..."

Fletcher closed her eyes as she felt the sudden rush of warmth to her
groin.  She moved her fingers so that they were side by side, entwined with
Scully's.  She and Scully each pressed a finger on opposite sides of
Scully's clit.  "Are you as wet as you are hard, Red?...should we find out
together?..."  Fletcher lay a finger atop Scully's and together they slowly
entered Scully.  Scully gasped, as she watched Fletcher watch her.  "How
does it feel, Red?...can you feel how warm and soft and wet you are..."

"So good..." was all Scully could manage to say.

"Yes, so good...so very good..." Fletcher agreed, as she pushed their
fingers in deeper.  "Let me show you..."  She curled their fingers and
stroked the inner wall.  "Here's the spot...here's where you like to be
touched..."

"Oh, God, Fletcher..." Scully moaned, drawing a knee up, her hips rocking
forward.

"Help me make me you come...let's make love to you, Red...together..."

Their fingers slid in and out in a steady rhythm, Scully's breaths
increasing with every stroke.  Fletcher added another finger, her thumb
pulling back on the hood surrounding Scully's clit.

"Just a little more...just a little more..." she urged Scully.  "Touch your
clit...bring yourself off..."

Scully moved her other hand down and feversishly began to rub her clit. 
Her climax was building and building.  <Oh, god...I'm coming...it's so...>

"Fletcher..."

"Now, Scully...let it go..."

With a shout, Scully's hips lifted up from the bed as her orgasm finally
took over her body.  For a moment her back arched stiffly, then she fell
back to the bed.  "Oh, Fletcher..."

"I love you, Red...I love you so much..." Fletcher said, kissing Scully
over and over, her fingers still deep inside of Scully.  Scully's finger
slipped out and she threw her arms around Fletcher, pulling her on top of
her.

"Don't stop, Fletcher...just like that...keep moving in me...I'm so
close...make me come again..."

"Yes...yes...come, Scully..."  Fletcher clung to Scully as she climaxed
along with Scully.  "Oh, Scully..." she cried, her words catching in her
throat.

"I love you," Scully said, her face tucked under Fletcher's chin, her hands
pressing aginst Fletcher's back and shoulders.

"I love you, too."  Fletcher rolled over onto her back, taking Scully with
her.  Her hands cupped Scully's ass and she pulled her between her legs. 
"I love you so much, Red."

Scully lay her head on Fletcher's chest, a hand covering one of Fletcher's
breasts.  <I love her,> Scully thought.  <I love making love with her, to
her. She makes me feel so good, so loved.>

"Fletcher, is...do I...is it good for you, too?"

"Oh, Red, the best."  Fletcher smiled and kissed the top of Scully's head. 
"I can't begin to tell you how good it is with you."  She slipped a leg
between Scully's.  "Let me tell you something."  She paused, her hand
moving up Scully's back.  "All those other women...it was _never_ like it
is with you." 

Scully lifted her head, her chin on Fletcher's sternum.  She looked into
Fletcher's eyes.  <Those blue eyes...I always feel like they're looking
right into me, right into my heart,> Scully thought.

"I love you," Fletcher said, her voice quiet and intense.  "I'm _in_ love
with you."

Scully lay her head back down.  "Sometimes, I get worried that..."

"What?"

"That I'm too inexperienced for you, that I can't please you..."

"Oh, Red,"  Fletcher sighed.  "When I had sex with them, and yes, it was
sex.  It was never making love.  It was always sex."  Fletcher took a deep
breath.  "Making them come was never about them.  It was always about my
ego.  I wanted them to come because my ego needed them to.  And I very
rarely let any of them touch me, make me come.  I wouldn't allow it."  She
kissed Scully's hair.  "Making love with you is what I've needed, wanted. 
I just never knew I could find it with anyone.  You touch me like no one
else ever has."

Scully kissed Fletcher's chest.  She reached for one of Fletcher's hands
and squeezed it, unable to speak.

"Scully, I don't just mean touch me physically or sexually.  You touch my
heart.  Somehow, you found a way into my heart.  Or maybe, you're just so
special that I finally opened my heart."

<She could be talking about me,> Scully thought, tears welling up in her
eyes.  <Fletcher's the first person I've ever let this close to me.  How
did I ever live without her?  It was so lonely.>

Fletcher felt Scully's tears on her chest, but said nothing.  She caressed
her hair, her back, kissing her forehead.

"I love you, Dana.  I'm so glad you're in my life, so glad you let me into
yours."  She placed her hands on Scully's cheeks and lifted her face.  She
kissed her once on the lips, then she kissed the tears from her face.

"I love you, Fletcher," she said, kissing Fletcher.

Their kissed deepened, and they found themselves making love once more.  
This time it was quiet, tender and gentle.  Bodies wrapped together, they
drifted off to sleep as only two lovers could, their hearts beating as one.



Saturday, 10:10 AM

Scully became aware of a knocking sound.  She looked at the clock.  <Almost
ten.  What time did we go to back to sleep anyway?  Five o'clock?> 
Fletcher still lay sound asleep, her arm around Scully's waist, her legs
threaded around Scully's, her face buried in the pillow.  Scully carefully
untangled herself from Fletcher and got out of bed without waking her.  She
put on her robe, then pulled the covers up over Fletcher.  She leaned over
and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead.

Scully closed the bedroom door behind her and went into the livingroom. 
The knocking on her apartment door was soft.  She looked out the peephole
and saw her mother standing in the hallway.  For the first time in years,
Scully found herself wanting to believe in the power of prayer.  <Oh, God,
please stay asleep, Fletcher.  Please stay in bed.>


<<End Chapter 15>>