By Sara Lynn
*DO NOT ARCHIVE WITHOUT PERMISSION.* I like to know where my story goes.
SUMMARY: The typical MSR story . . . with a twist.
SPOILER WARNING: It is helpful know general X-Files history. Especially Tooms, Irresistible, Pusher, Demons, Redux II, Detour
RATING: NC-17
CONTENT WARNING/CLASSIFICATION: S, MSR, and SLASH.
DISCLAIMER: 'Fox' Mulder & Dana Scully are mine . . . as soon as Twentieth Century Fox sell them to me.
THE CHALLENGE ANSWERED: Write a story where Mulder and Scully are the same gender. You can do whatever you want with them, make Scully a guy, or Mulder a girl. They can even flirt, or make out, or whatever. Just make them the same gender. -- Foxschick
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Standing in the hallways of the Annapolis apartment complex, Mulder could not believe what was about to happen. Over four years ago, Dana Scully walked into the basement of the FBI building and became the other half of the X-Files and Mulder's life. Scully's abduction and later cancer that was suppose to separate the partners only brought them closer. So now, the pair stood on opposite sides of a plain white door. Both wanted to forget the past mistakes and start a perfect future.
Summoning up all the power the intelligent FBI agent had buried deep down, Mulder raise a hand and knocked on the door. Do or Die, Fox.
Dana pulled back the wooden door and smiled. "Mulder, what are you doing here?"
"I came to see you. We needed to talk."
"Come on in." The redhead stepped out of the way watching as her best friend stepped into the apartment.
Always having questioned her parents for naming their oldest Willa, She made people call her Mulder. Closer friends were allowed to use her nickname, Fox. All did, except one. Dana, her best friend in the whole world, attempted to call her Fox once and was promptly reprimanded. Of course, Fox had not slept for the 48 hours prior and she did not exactly trust Dana at the time. Now she regretted not being closer, not having that bonding that was once between them.
"I was just finishing my dinner. Would you like something to drink? Iced tea?"
"Sure." Mulder smiled. The brunette looked around the living room before removing her leather jacket. The impossibly tall woman sat down on the davenport stretching her legs out. Adjusting the heather gray tee, She watched Dana come over and hand her a glass filled with an amber liquid and a lemon wedge.
"So what's going on, Mulder?"
"Scully, you know I'm difficult, strange, 'spooky' even . . . but I've been thinking and I'm tired of not knowing."
Dana moved in closer. Mulder's voice tended to drop during serious conversations and being close was the only way to hear her.
"What do you think of me, Scully?"
"What kind of question is that? You are my best friend. You're the only one I trust."
"No. I mean, do you have any . . . feelings for me?" Dana pulled back slightly not sure what kind of turn this conversation was taking. "I think I'm falling for you, Dana."
"What?" Jumping off the sofa, Dana began pacing. Mulder jumped up and stood right in her way. Finding her vision in line with Mulder's chest, she looked up. The hazel eyes that sparkled with gold flecks beamed a sincerity that scared Dana.
"Dana, I've thought about it dozens of times. The night you let me hold you after Pfaster's attack. The moment you held my hand at Modell's bedside. What if you had actually had an iced tea that night?"
"What makes you think I'm . . . That I'm . . . "
"So the comment about getting lucky if it started raining sleeping bags was innocent? A friendly gesture? I don't want you to deny yourself if you feel that way about me."
Dana turned away and walked over to the fireplace. Mulder was really making sense. She had been . . . thinking. Death tended to do that. Dana regretted many things, one of which was never telling her best friend how much she wanted her to be so much more. But this wasn't right. It was against her religion, her mother would kill her. . . but she wanted to spend the rest of her life holding and being held by Mulder.
"You let me kiss you." Dana spun around looking at the woman sitting again on the sofa. "You kissed me when I wasn't in my right mind and ready to shoot myself."
"I'm your friend. Friends do that."
"I know but . . . I love you, Dana Scully."
She felt lightheaded and had to sit down. It was not a friendship love they were talking about. It was more the perfect cumulating of feelings and passion and . . . faith.
" Mulder, I . . ."
"Dana, please call me Fox. Everyone calls me that except the most important person in my life."
"Fox, I do love you . . . but I don't want to lose my partner and best friend."
"You won't. I can manage to stay focused on my job, but if I spend one more night in a hotel room without you in my arms . . . Dana, look at me. I am getting older and I want to be with someone I love. I waited four years and almost losing you to cancer made me fear not having you at all."
"Come here." Dana held her arms open and let the brunette woman place her head on the redhead's shoulder. Running her fingers through the short-cropped locks of brown, Dana realized life was not fair. She would never be able to have children, but Fox could. The woman could have any man she wanted. She was a beautiful woman, but she chose not to deal with men. She found women that would drag her around instead, insuring herself of a lover like her parents. Now Dana had her. Her trust, her love, her heart. Dana would never hurt Fox. Truly, she was in love.
Dana watched her friend curl up on the sofa. The long legs folded under encased in denim. A body that curved in all the right places. Breasts that were rubbing up against Dana's own. The warm exhalation on air against her neck.
"I've dreamed about you and me, Fox. What you would say to me. How you would touch me. What it would be like to kiss you."
"Do you want to know, Dana?" Fox moved out of Dana's hold and raised up on her knees. "Do you really want me to kiss you?" Falling forward, Mulder braced herself against the arm of the sofa behind Dana. Their lips were mere inches apart, but already they were breast-to-breast.
"Yes," She said with confidence taking the leap to join their mouths. Two sets of lips collided and meshed like familiar lovers. Nothing strange, nothing more than either wanted.
Moving apart with a faint smack, Dana opened her eyes to find smoldering fire staring her down. "I never . . . That was just . . . "
"Quite." Fox licked her lips. The taste of Dana lingered on them and she craved more. "Is there . . . Do you think we might. . ?"
"Maybe." Dana's hands moved through the crest of her short hair ruffling and teasing the woman mercilessly.
Fox said no more, dipping her head back to Dana's lips. A deeper kiss with a bit more force. Dana held Fox with her fingers tangled in the boyish bob. The lanky woman took her chance and slipped her hand under Dana's shirt. A bit of a struggle but Fox's hand found her breast and held it firmly in her palm. Releasing her mouth, Fox and Dana both looked down at their pressed bodies and the hand clasped to Dana's bosom.
"Feels good." The girls laughed as they expressed their feelings at the same time.
"Dana, I want you to tell me if I go too fast." Fox looked for a response, only getting a hand snaking up her front and clasping at her chest. "Wow. Um . . . Do you . . . "
"Mulder, take off your shirt."
Fox smiled coyly at the request. This was a side Dana did not see often enough.
"You're so pretty when you smile." Dana toyed with the hem of Fox's shirt and bit her lower lip. Fox crossed her arms over her chest and lifted the shirt off. Dana had seen her in much less but for now, it was the most erotic thing she could ever imagine.
"Take yours off too." Dana pulled her shirt off and hoped that Mulder was happy with what she saw. She had not been blessed like Mulder had, but Fox did not seem to care. Her fingers were curling under the white silk of Dana's bra, pulling it down to expose her nipples. She left the under wire alone, letting it do it's job. Dana could not help her reaction. The mixture of fear and excitement was ensured to pucker her skin instantly. Fox touched a tiny nub with her careful fingers.
Fox leaned in as Dana reached around her and unfastened the lacy white bra. Shrugging off the flimsy material, Fox felt bolder than she had ever been with another lover. Straddling the hips of the smaller woman, she raised herself slightly arching her back. Her breasts thrust forward and were caught in the grasp of Dana's own hands. She would have worried that the redheaded partner might freak out, but instead she hoped Dana would continue whatever tantalizing she was doing.
"Dana." She moaned, swaying around. Reaching forward, Fox took hold of Dana and gave as good as she got. Both women were squeezing and kneading together, their voices merging in a classic song. "I want you now."
A quick kiss before Dana felt the lips leave hers and start down her neck. She bit down on her gums trying not to think about how good she felt. No man ever had the attention to learn her body. No man thought of her pleasure and the experiences were a rather pathetic attempt at love. Not like this . . . Never like this. Her thought started to muddle as the swollen, wet lips of her companion encircled and sucked at her nipple. "Oh god."
"Dana, please. You'll make my head swell . . . it I had one." Both women had a laugh and Dana barely noticed the hand pulling down her side zipper. Soon she realized Fox was rubbing the front on her panties wanting the go farther, but not without a sign from Dana.
Fox got it in the form of having her own jeans undone. The women looked at each other, wondering if they should proceed or quit. "I want to continue, Fox, but not out here."
"Bedroom?" Dana nodded. Fox stood up hoping she and Dana could make the outside world disappear. Dana stood up as well, gagging on a laugh. "What?"
"The height difference. Might be a problem."
"Stand up on the couch." Not sure she wanted to question, Dana did so and found herself looking down at Fox. The now shorter woman took Dana in her arms, holding the redhead like a young child. Dana might have felt foolish, but the two women were now face-to-face. "Better?"
"Much." Dana kissed her new lover's mouth, trailing peppered kisses along the smooth jaw up to her double pierced ear. Fox slowly stepped towards the bedroom and fell onto the bed. The two women rolled apart and stared at each other. Raised up on hands and knees, the two stared at each other's exposed skin. Silently they agreed that no barriers between them were inescapable. Full vulnerability.
Dana stripped down to her panties and stopped to watch Fox fighting with her jeans. Her eyes fell down to the bikini briefs left on her body as she managed the jeans down past her knees. Moving right behind the brunette, Dana placed a hand on Mulder's stomach and started on a path downward. Fox got the denim off before Dana's fingers found her clit. Placing her head on Fox's shoulder so she could watch, Dana found her mouth next to her friend's ear. "You are so beautiful, Fox. I want to make you happy."
"I do too, Dana." Fox turned trying to find Dana's lips. Raising up on their knees, the women hugged their bodies close. Simultaneously, the women worked their hands in the other's underwear squeezing the flesh of each other's ass. Together underwear was discarded and so were their fears. Fox opened her eyes first. Pulling away, she watched as the air pushed their breasts in concert and their hips pressed conjointly.
Dana kept her eyes closed, especially when the hands grasped hold of her hips and moved down her front. Thumbing down the hairline, Fox found the warm concave area between her legs. She wanted to show Dana what advantages women had. The redhead did not know what happened once Fox lifted her up and laid her flat on the bed. A mouth covered the pale folds of flesh almost making the young woman scream. A reverberation of a laugh drove her nearly mad. Licks and nibbles brought Dana so close, and the tiny touch of fingers drove it home.
Fox lay next to the still quivering Dana, stroking the girl's hair as her body settled into a cool relaxation. "Was it half as great as you imagined?"
"Better."
"Dana, I enjoyed doing it for you, but you know don't have to reciprocate if you don't want to."
"And if I do?" Dana turned on her side, placing a hand on Fox's inner thigh. The long-legged lover murmured a plea as Dana's hand came up to cover her secrets. The touch was electric and Fox had to try to focus on something other than the pure sensation. She moved to suckle at Dana's breast, giving back the pleasure she received. The women found each other's weakness and did not wish to give up the control. The hotter Fox got, Dana could feel building in her own body. It was a fight of wills. Games that pleased both participants and made them want each other so much more. Of course, there was always time.
THE END