Monica was seething. She couldn't believe that Mulder cut out on her and Scully in the middle of such a dangerous case. He called it "research." She called it bullshit. She stood in his apartment, inches away from him, while Scully stood back and watched.
"You bastard!" Monica spat, bringing both arms up and swinging a hand forward. Mulder was fast; he caught the wrist attached to the hand on the way to his face and grabbed the other wrist in the same swift movement. Monica cried out more in surprise than anything else as Mulder held her wrists firmly and forced both of her arms back. Her hands fisted as they hovered above her shoulders, Mulder holding her arms in place powerfully.
Monica stared up into his eyes and struggled fruitlessly against his restraint. Her lips were slightly parted but her teeth clenched as she said, "You have no idea what a prick you are, do you?" Monica's eyes narrowed and she gave up her struggle, her breath coming out in short bursts.
Mulder looked down into the dark brown eyes glaring up at him. Holding her wrists in place had taken a fair bit of effort – he was amazed at the slender woman's strength. A prickle of sensation crept across his lower belly. His own eyes narrowed. He looked into her face and felt heat in his chest. There was something else seething behind that anger and he couldn't believe he was seeing it. He looked deeper and was sure of it. Lust…pure lust. The realization took him off guard but he wasn't surprised when he felt hardness pushing against the zipper of his jeans.
The two stood that way for almost a minute. Monica's breath had become a little shaky and she was trying unsuccessfully to avert his gaze. The whole time, Scully stood back and watched her lover and her new partner, who she'd come to think of as a good friend, caught in a silent, motionless struggle. A moment later, Mulder shook his head a little and turned it to look at Scully. His eyes were wide and unblinking. She stared back at him and licked her lips. She knew exactly what he was thinking and gave the tiniest nod. Mulder lifted his eyebrows and tilted his head.
He turned back to Monica. Still gripping her wrists firmly, he brought them down to her sides. He leaned forward and brought his mouth down squarely on hers. Monica flinched and tried to pull back, but Mulder pressed forward onto her body. She gave up the struggle almost instantly. Mulder opened his mouth, swept his tongue across her lips and her mouth opened for him. As he explored with his tongue, he loosened his grip on her wrists and took her hands, placing them on his hips. He placed his hands on either side of her, resting them in the curves of her waist.
Scully watched the two of them for a moment before slowly moving forward. She reached out and set her left hand on the small of Mulder's back, and with her right, ran her fingers through the layered hair covering her neck. Scully had never touched it before, although she had thought about it on various occasions. It was soft and silky. Scully's fingers travelled up through Monica's hair until they met the back of her head. She let her fingers play and watched Mulder kiss her passionately.
Scully came closer and nuzzled her nose just behind Monica's ear. She found skin and pressed her lips onto it. Monica moaned loudly and Mulder pulled his mouth away. He removed one hand from Monica's hip and slid it around to caress Scully's bottom as he watched her kissing Monica's ear and the side of her throat. The sight made him shiver and he bit his top lip hard. He lifted both hands until they made contact with the backs of each woman's neck and, with the gentlest of pressure, began moving the women into a position where they were face to face. Mulder looked between the two of them and saw a myriad of emotions flash across their faces – fear, desire, uncertainty – but above all else – and this surprised him the most – he saw pure love.
Scully leaned in and felt Monica's lips brush softly against hers. She'd never thought in a million years that they would actually do this, but at the moment, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. She pressed her lips into Monica's and felt more pressure on her own. Scully had never kissed a woman on the lips before. Her lips were so soft; so unlike kissing a man, which always involved at least a tiny bit of stubble.
Mulder felt his pulse rising as he continued to watch the women kiss. His fingers weaved through the hair on the backs of their heads. He saw a hint of tongue as the women opened their mouths to each other and felt his cock press harder against his zipper.