Silence fell between them as the car weaved in and out of busy DC traffic. The kind of excruciating silence that Scully knew she was just imagining, the wheels in her mind turning, the air layered thick with tension. Stella's knee bumped against hers when the car jerked to the right, turning a sharp corner. She was suddenly hyper-aware of the distance between their limbs, goose flesh spread across her arms and the pale expanse of her thighs.

The two women stumbled through the lobby together, Stella lightly touched the small of Scully's back against her coat when she led her through the automatic glass doors. Scully swore she could feel the ridges of Stella's fingers through the heavy fabric. Veering to the left to avoid the stairs (that was an accident waiting to happen) and instead, took an elevator ride with 2 other couples, palpable tension filling the air around them, thick as early morning fog.

Stella stood behind the younger woman, her back pressed to the cool surface of the elevator's wall, Scully inhaled a sharp breath when adroit fingers found their way into her coat pockets, Stella's index finger tracing the lining of the pockets before tugging her back slightly until her back made contact with Stella's front.

It was the longest 2 minutes she'd ever experienced.

Finally, finally they entered Stella's hotel room.

Scully whimpered softly at the other woman's touch; heaving lashes fluttering closed when her head fell back against the hotel wall with a heavy thud, Stella heard and looked up quickly, pausing her movements, eyes searching Scully's face in concern. The redhead opened her eyes, feeling Stella's worried gaze. She shook her head slightly, a small smile of reassurance flickered across her lips as she looked back down at her, she reached out and caressed platinum locks.

The small gesture was all Scully needed to communicate that it was fine. She is fine.

After a beat, lissom fingertips started to brush across the back of Scully's calves, she tensed her muscle there, warm tension beginning to spread across her lower abdomen at Stella's gentle touch; fingers kneading, tracing the contours of the muscles there, painting free-form shapes with every delicate caress.

Stella rose to her feet, her hands itching to map out the edges of the other woman's body, fingertips trailing across every dip and curve. Scully felt out of control, her body an exposed nerve ending; reacting to every small brush of fingers- against the dip of her waist, the whisper of lips against the curve of her jaw. A rare, albeit not- unfamiliar feeling when she's within close proximity to one Stella Gibson.

Between her thighs her clit throbbed painfully as Stella tugged playfully at her hips, seducing the tight fabric of her pencil skirt, fingers sliding underneath the material and pulling it down the long line of her legs. The skirt landed with a flutter onto the polished wooden floors. Scully nudged the material off to the side with the edge of her shoe and Stella's hands returned to her ivory skin, one hand running up the back of Scully's leg, fingers dipping over the curve of her warm inner thigh.

Now on her knees, Stella knew that the hardwood floors were going to leave bruises. Oh, how she was looking forward to them. She leaned closer to the slightly quivering woman, red lips trailing across flushed skin, staining the edge of Scully's white lace panties, open-mouthed kisses trailing across her hip.

Scully pulls Stella up by the crook of her elbow until they are face to face, a breath of space between them, still wearing her heels, the younger woman was about the same height as the blonde. She was captivated by the sparkle swirling in the iris of her eyes, Scully craned her neck up slightly, brushing her nose against Stella's, her mouth gravitating towards her of it's own accord. A gentle brush of lips, a lover's caress. Scully brushed her tongue against the line of Stella's lips, she opened her mouth granting access to the sweet wine-tasting canvas of her mouth. Stella wrapped her arms around Scully's neck, tugging her closer, allowing her to deepen the kiss.

Scully's hands rested just above the dip of her waist, leading Stella- or rather being led by her, forward until the backs of the blonde's legs made sudden contact with the edge of the bed, toppling them both down onto the queen sized bed.

Stella huffed a shallow laugh having the air knocked out of her lungs from the sudden impact, her cheeks rosy as she observed the woman pressed to her. Realising that she was putting most of her body weight on the petite woman, Scully pulled backwards, creating more distance between them, palms face down on the white sheets. Stella's palm immediately caressed Scully's arm, her thumb tracing the point of her elbow.

The lamp cast a golden glow against the pale canvas of her body, bathing her in earthy tones, her red locks resting against the crook of her neck, a few strands falling in-between heavy lashes. Stella breathed her in and could feel her body lighten, the aromas of coconut and pineapple drifting in the air between them.

Stella attempted to erase the distance between them, leaning forward, her other hand resting on her shoulder. Hooking her foot around Scully's ankle, she canted her body and flipped them over in a well practised move effectively switching places. Her right knee resting in-between Scully's legs and the other resting grazing the outside of her thigh, she leaned forward, her index finger beginning to trace down the buttons of her wrinkled blouse.

"Okay…" Stella drew out the word, a small smirk playing on her lips, "For every right answer I'm going to give you a reward."

Her thigh pressed forward into the space between Scully's legs, rocking forward slightly, her thigh making contact against Scully's center. Her breath hitched. Nimble fingers tracing the edge of her peach blouse, dipping underneath the collar, her skin igniting at the soft touch. Scully couldn't help but grind her hips, her body crying out for more.

"And for every wrong answer," Stella leaned closer, a palm face down just above Scully's shoulders, tendrils of hair brushing across her chest.

Her lips were a breath away from touching pale skin. "You get a punishment."

With those words, she pulled her thigh away from the crease of her legs, which throbbed with want, and returned it to it's place outside her thigh, Stella craned her neck away from the shivering redhead, her eyes were dark with desire, mischief sparkling in her irises but she showed well-practised restraint, allowing Scully to make the next move.

Scully gently squeezed the back of Stella's hand assuring her with a gentle touch that she was fine, that this was okay.

"We'll start with an easy one. Who came up with the theories of General and Special relativity?"

Scully huffed a laugh, the corners of her eyes crinkling. "Einstein."

Stella raised her chin, cocking her right eyebrow into a point as she surveyed the woman below her. She slowly began to unbutton Scully's top with one hand, sliding the slim disks through the holes with quick and dexterous precision.

"Mmhmm." She confirmed.

Stella teased her fingers slowly up Scully's now bare stomach and rested them between her lace-covered breasts for a moment, feeling the thud thud thud of her heartbeat, before tracing her dancing digits over Scully's now delicately exposed neck. It took even more self-control not to press her lips against her favourite pulse point. Wanting to not only feel but hear the shiver, the staccato of her breath heavy breathing.

Placing her knee back down in the space between Scully's legs to gain a more steady balance, Stella made sure she didn't accidentally brush up against the younger woman. Again. A little accidental pleasure. Stella wasn't planning to let go of the reigns easily tonight.

"What planet in our solar system has the most oxygen?"

Scully rolled her eyes, "Are you even trying with these questions, Stella?"

The blonde regarded the woman underneath her, red hair splayed across her silk sheets, a faint blush beginning to spread across her chest, her sun-kissed cheeks flaming.

She looked ethereal.

"You didn't answer the question." Stella pressed.

"Us." She motioned between them, "Earth." She clarified.

Stella's lips spread into an endearing smile, her features softening, after a minute or two of quiet gazing she moved back returning to her task at hand. Her fingers mapping out the pale canvas of Scully's skin, short red nails raking down her stomach, down, down, down to the tops of her thighs.

"The psychological test of human emotions and personality, using inkblots, is formally known as what?"

Scully was thoroughly distracted by Stella's fingers now drawing concentric circles across the apex of her thighs. She knew this one. She knew it. She let out a huff of frustration, sexual frustration to be more specific, and well, generalised frustration at herself because she couldn't answer the goddamn question because Stella's fingers were teasing their way across her flushed skin.

"It's...uh."

"Mmm?"

"It consists of-" Scully swallowed thickly, her breath stuttering when Stella's fingers now ghosted the edge of her lace covered breasts. "5 cards are black and white— It's called...oh god."

"Was that your answer?"

Stella's eyes were dancing in amusement.

Scully glared up at her, eyes narrowing. "You're not playing fair."

"Who says that I'm playing?"

A gentle squeeze to her breast and it was like a light-bulb lit up inside her head.

"The Rorschach test!"

A wry smile found it's way onto the older woman's lips before leaning back down to give Scully the reward that she was entitled to. Her mouth hovered over the valley between Scully's breasts, closing the distance and taking a lace-covered nipple into her mouth, laving the white fabric with her tongue.

Stella's slim digits hooked into the flimsy fabric and exposed Scully's other breast, a finger grazing her nipple, she convulsed, a ripple effect of arousal sweeping through her body.

Threading her fingers in platinum locks, she wondered what Stella would look like when she came, that though itself sent another shiver of arousal down her spine. Scully pulled Stella closer to her, craving her body against her own.

Stella was working on closing the distance between their bodies as well, straddling Scully's thigh when she tapped her hip, a wordless request from the woman below her. Stella's thumb traced the line of her jaw, Scully in turn arched her back slightly, rocking her pelvis forward in a quiet moan when she realized just how wet Stella was against her.

Her hands framed Stella's jaw, her mouth immediately opening to grant access to her insistent pink tongue. She could taste the whiskey on Stella's tongue.

They continued for who knows how long, neither of them paying much attention to anything other than the gasps and moans pouring out of each other's swollen lips.

Stella pulled away, sweeping the mess of curls over her shoulder and proceeding lower. She was a woman on a mission.

Stella nudged aside the damp lace, the tips of her fingers rubbing over Scully's clit teasingly, unable to stop herself from touching her any longer, Scully bit back a moan at her slow and measured touch, she was infuriating good. But she needed more, and Stella knew that her knowing smirk was a tell in itself. With quick and deft fingers, Stella removed the lace and tossed them over her shoulder with that very same smirk, knowing exactly what she was doing to the trembling woman beneath her.

Scully twisted her body and canted her hips upwards again, her lips parted as little puffs of air came out of smudged lips. She could feel the heat of Stella's breath, warmth spreading across her lower abdomen.

When the tip Stella's tongue explored the edge of her labia with unhurried, measured strokes. Scully, at this very moment, was a wanton woman. She moaned loudly unable to help herself, the sound bubbling up out of her chest of it's own accord. It was as though flames were licking up her spine and she was only momentarily grounded when Stella's fingers dug into the crease of her hip, whitening from the slight pressure she applied there, spreading Scully's legs wider. Her nerve endings weren't just exposed anymore, they were on fire and Stella buried her pink tongue between Scully's folds, she didn't know if she was reciting the alphabet or the number for PI, all she knew was that she was drowning in pleasure, Stella's delicate tongue tracing thoroughly teasing her swollen clitoris.

Then a single finger, and then two found Scully's entrance and pressed inside, her inner walls immediately clenching down around her fingers. She briefly wondered if Stella's tongue was starting to cramp when the blonde increased the speed and pressure laving at her clit, her mouth starting to suck open-mouthed, the tip of her tongue darting enigmatic concentric figure-8's, her fingers sliding in deep, over, and over until she felt her muscles clench. Scully could feel the tension in her body building up higher, and higher, and higher until—

"Oh- fuck!"

What a dirty mouth.


The soft rustle of 500 count thread sheets, Stella felt the bed dip behind her and a low rumble fill the early hours of the morning. Scully's voice is raspy and sleep-rough when she murmurs from the other side of the bed.

"There better be coffee."

Stella's lips quirk at that.

Placing her own cup of coffee down on the bedside table, Stella's footsteps are quiet against the rug as she makes her way to the coffee station in the corner of the room. Having brewed the pot only 10 minutes prior, the liquid would still be quite hot.

Stella knew that Scully not only craved coffee but, that it was pretty much a necessity in their line of work. The last thing she wanted on her hands was a grumpy redhead who would quietly pout for half the morning. With her bottom lip propped out— plump and red and enticing, all Stella would be able to think about is swiping her tongue across her bottom lip, undoubtedly moaning into the kiss and sucking it between her-

Yeah, that would be distracting.

Scully's mouth was already watering when she accepted the coffee from Stella, letting her fingers trail across the back of the other woman's palm, a gentle caress, a lingering touch before pulling her coffee closer towards her and wrapping slim digits around the warm cup.

"So," The younger woman raised her chin, taking a sip of the warm liquid. "Did I win?"

Stella huffed a laugh and walked back around to grab her own cup of coffee that was rapidly cooling on the bedside table.

"By default."

Scully leaned her head against Stella's silk covered shoulder once she was settled back in the bed, humming as she mulled over her next words. "Let me guess...you want a re-match?"

"You know I do."