TITLE:Secret Desires
AUTHOR: Radclyffe 
EMAIL: rdclyfhall@hotmail.com
RATING: NC-17
ARCHIVE: OK to send anywhere
KEYWORD: Scully slash, mild bondage
SPOILERS: none
SUMMARY: Scully and her lover explore the outer reaches of their sexual 
trust.

Disclaimer: Scully isn't mine, and never has been. The concept belongs 
to Carter et al., and this is all in fun. No profit sought or garnered.

Comments welcome.
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"Keep your eyes on me, Marsh."

Marsh swallowed and stared straight ahead at the woman seated in the 
large leather chair ten feet in front of her. She had to look down 
slightly, not only because of her height, but because she was standing 
on a raised platform. She was also completely naked.

Scully, on the other hand, looked totally at ease in a turquoise silk 
shirt that was almost the same lustrous color as her eyes. The fact that 
it was unbuttoned its entire length and she was wearing nothing else 
appeared not to phase her. She reclined slightly in the depths of the 
soft cushion, her legs parted only enough to reveal a faint hint of red, 
her arms stretched out along the curved arms of the chair. She waited 
until Marsh's gaze met hers, until she was sure she held Marsh in her 
power. *She trusts me. God, I love her*

"Restrain her."

Marsh tried to keep breathing, concentrating on the assurance in Dana's 
face, as a woman she couldn't quite see moved quickly around her. In a 
moment she was standing spread-eagled, her arms and legs held out by 
wide, soft leather shackles attached to short chains which ran somewhere 
beyond her vision. Dana was all she could see. When she shifted 
slightly, the chains grew taut. She was exposed, and helpless. She 
shivered almost imperceptibly with a combination of fear and the 
beginnings of arousal.

"She has a beautiful body, doesn't she?" Scully remarked almost 
clinically. "Run your hands over her--see for yourself." Scully flicked 
the shirt off her chest, sliding her fingers over her breasts as the 
woman on the stage began to smooth the flat of her hand over Marsh's 
torso and belly. Scully's nipples stiffened as she saw the sculpted 
muscles in Marsh's stomach twitch. It was like looking at a statue 
suddenly come to life. *Jesus, she's the sexiest thing I've ever seen*

Marsh didn't look at the woman beside her; only Dana mattered. Marsh 
watched Dana sensuously circle her breasts and stroke slowly down to her 
navel as her own skin began to warm under the caresses of the stranger 
touching her. *I love it when she touches herself* Her clit stiffened at 
the sight. Marsh leaned forward, unconsciously offering herself, all the 
while imagining that the hands claiming her were Dana's.  

Scully smiled. She could almost smell Marsh's arousal. "Now her 
nipples."

"Oh!' Marsh cried softly as fingers grasped, then twisted-- first one, 
then the other. Her hips jerked forward into the air as the sensation 
shot downward between her legs. Moisture began to seep between her 
thighs. "Dana--" she questioned uncertainly, her voice unsteady. Her 
body was responding to the strangers' manipulations. *I can't help it. 
It's making me wet*

"Squeeze harder," Scully ordered, both hands on her own nipples now, 
wanting to feel what Marsh was feeling, pressing her thighs together 
against the sudden swelling in her clit. *God, I wish I were touching 
her!* She palmed her breasts, pushing them together, knowing Marsh could 
see, knowing how much Marsh liked to do that to her. When she tugged the 
reddened nubs, Marsh moaned.

"Kneel in front of her," Scully ordered. "Work on her legs, but don't go 
near her cunt."  Scully dropped one hand between her legs, trailing her 
fingers up and down the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She imagined 
the tension in Marsh's lean legs as she watched the woman's hands 
kneading the muscles in her lover's buttocks and thighs. Marsh was 
groaning softly. She knew Marsh must want those hands between her legs 
as much as _she_ wanted to stroke herself. *I must be making a pool on 
this chair I'm so wet* Her clit throbbed, demanding attention. She 
pulled on the surrounding folds of skin, now slick with moisture, but 
she denied herself what she wanted most. 

Marsh was mesmerized by Dana's fingers stroking so near the soft 
triangle of damp hair and swollen tissue. Dana's legs had parted enough 
for Marsh to see the cum glistening on her inner lips. *Come on, 
baby--touch it! Oh, fuck--!* Marsh jumped as a finger brushed lightly 
past her vulva, sending showers of fire through her clitoris into her 
pelvis. If she pushed forward just a little that finger would touch her 
clit. She didn't know she was whimpering as she strained against the 
leather and steel.

*Oh, yeah, now she's getting hot! She wants her clit rubbed-- uh, uh!--I 
know I do!* Scully spread her legs further, resting her knees over the 
wide leather arms, exposing her distended clit. It was standing up 
firmly through the golden red hair, dark maroon and shining with clear 
lubrication. *Go ahead, baby-- see what you're doing to me!*

"Please--" Marsh groaned, her eyes glued on her lover. Her clit was 
twitching nonstop now, and with her legs held apart, there was no way to 
get even the slightest relief. She thrust her hips urgently, twisting in 
the restraints. 

"Spread the cum over her clit with your finger," Scully instructed 
hoarsely, doing the same to herself. She stifled a groan as Marsh's head 
jerked back at the touch. The tendons in Marsh's elegant neck stood out 
with the strain. Scully struggled not to rub her clit too hard. It was 
too soon to come. "Be careful with her. She'll come if you stay on it 
too long. And I _don't_ want her to come!"

Marsh struggled to focus on Dana, but she was rapidly losing all 
control. She didn't care who was touching her any longer, as long as 
they didn't stop. If she didn't come soon she was going to implode. "No 
more," she begged. "I can't stand it--oh, yes-- touch me there--stroke 
the tip--"

"You are not to come without permission," Scully gasped,sliding her 
fingers rapidly up and down the shaft of her clitoris. She was having 
trouble keeping her eyes open.

Marsh merely grunted, jerking desperately against the fingers that 
tormented her. 

"Work her clit faster, under the hood," Scully managed through clenched 
teeth, teasing herself, too. *You love that, don't you baby--uh, yeah -- 
so do I*

Scully was breathing unevenly, her fingers circling her clit rapidly, 
her ass rocking on the slick leather surface. Marsh was getting close, 
she could see it in her face. *God, she's so beautiful like this!* 
Scully raised her hips, slipping her other hand below the first, sliding 
two fingers inside her waiting vagina. *Oh, sweet Jesus--* Muscles 
clamped down as she began to thrust.

"Lick her," Scully gasped, feeling the pounding contractions begin. She 
pinched her clit hard, trying to stop the explosion. *Hold on, Dana 
--hold on!*
arsh wailed as the warm, so soft tongue ran the length of her, ending 
with the smooth firm surface dragging along the sensitive tip of her 
clit. With the last ounce of strength she possessed, she sought Dana's 
face. "Oh, god, Dana, she's making me come!" she cried into those blue 
eyes. *Please, is it all right?*

"Yes, baby--yess--" Scully screamed, tugging her clit frantically as she 
bore down on her other hand. *Oh god, I'm almost there--gotta come--oh, 
oh!--*

The woman reached up and grasped Marsh's ass, pulling Marsh forward, 
sucking her clit all the way into her mouth. Marsh jammed herself 
against the woman's face, her hands clenched into fists, her head thrown 
back, shouting with the spasms that tore through her. 

Seeing Marsh shudder into orgasm set Scully off. For an instant the 
sounds of there joint release reverberated throughout the room. Then 
there was only the whisper of soft sobbing.

"Get her down," Scully gasped, still peaking, but every fiber of her 
being wanting Marsh in her arms.

As Marsh collapsed to her knees, Scully was there --

***

The circulating nurse looked down at the surgeon asleep on the couch                                                               
in the OR lounge. She was stretched out on her back, one arm under her 
head, the other resting gently by her side. She had the softest smile on 
her lips.

"Dr. Black," the nurse called gently, hating to wake her. "The OR's 
ready for you."

Marsh sat up, rubbed her face, and glanced at the clock. Three-thirty 
a.m. With luck she could make it home before Dana left for work. 

"Right," she said. She left the room still smiling.

End