Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For so the night will more than pay
The hopelessness longing of the day.
Come, as though thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!
Or, as thy never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say, My love why suffers though?
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopelessness longing of the day.
[Matthew Arnold]
She opened her eyes, trying to figure out where she was when the panic rushed through her body. She was still drowsy with sleep and her mind had trouble catching up with what was happening around her. She was terrified, trying to see but everything around her was dark.
Scully tried to move, tried to get up to protect herself from whatever was haunting her at that moment but she couldn't move. She tried to raised her arms or lift her body off the bed but it was too heavy. The pleasant and soft weight of Stella's body had been replaced by something heavy, something that was crushing her. She tried to move but nothing happened and she felt the tears flood her eyes as she panicked. From the corner of her eye she saw that the other side of the bed was empty, she was alone; lonely and all by herself. She was stranded and lost.
Scully opened her mouth as the tears streamed down the sides of her face, her body was covered in a fine layer of sweat, her breath panting. She tried to scream for help.
Where is Mulder? She needed him, she needed him to free her but he wasn't here and she was all by herself. She screamed and screamed but nothing happened, the room remained silent; her voice was stuck in her throat. She felt hoarse and exhausted. In her mind she heard herself, heard her desperate cries and pleas but no one else did.
She tried to turn around, fight against the force that was pushing her down onto the bed, trying to shake it off. She was willing her body to wake up and fight but it seemed hopeless. She tried to move her head, just a little to glance into the darkness that was surrounding her and what she saw made her gasp in shock.
No, she whispered quietly while the tears streamed down her face.
No, no, no.
It only took seconds to feel it; it was cold and terrifying. It touched her fingertips and her toes, slowly torturing her with what was to come. Her eyes widened in horror and she screamed her lungs out, trying to escape. There was water all around her. It flooded the room and slowly reached the bed, threatening to spill over. It only took seconds until it drenched her clothes with a merciless cold. Scully was terrified and scared, desperately crying as she found herself slowly surrendering to her impending destiny.
She knew what would happen. She heard her own voice inside her head, repeating the words she didn't want to hear but it seemed strangely calming at the same time. Drowning was a process resulting in primary respiratory impairment. She knew that, the moment her body was entirely submerged, she would hold her breath but only until her body craved the desperately needed oxygen. Holding your breath was a conscious act and the desire to breathe increased in intensity. She knew the desire would be triggered by the carbon dioxide levels that were accumulating in her blood. At some point the desire would become irresistible and she would take a breath.
The water would pass into her airway and her lungs. She knew that the water would cause her to cough as her body wanted to get rid of the unwanted intruder. It was terrifying because she knew exactly what would happen; she heard her own voice inside her head, repeating the grim truth in a neutral and understanding voice. It was the same voice she used when she told relatives that one of their family members didn't make it through surgery. It was quite likely that she developed a laryngospasm where her vocal cords spasmed involuntarily. It probably wouldn't last long since the lack of oxygen would break it after a while, causing her to lose consciousness. Eventually her heart would start to struggle, ceasing to effectively pump blood through her body until it stopped.
She was cold, feeling the cold water surrounding her motionless body. It was everywhere and there was no way to escape it. She felt the water on her face and closed her eyes, taking on last deep breath before everything went dark.
"Scully, wake up," he said softly, trying to wake her from the nightmare. She felt his hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her awake. Her senses slowly came to life; she took a deep breath and filled her lungs with air, breathing through the tears. She took in her surroundings; she was at home, she was in bed and Mulder was beside her. Her shirt was drenched in sweat, sticking to her trembling body.
She was shaking and crying, feeling all over the place. She felt chilled and exhausted, emotionally drained from the terrifying nightmare. She smelled the sweat; the scent of the sweet sweat, felt her shirt stick to her like a second skin. She felt disgusted, wanted to take it off but she couldn't move.
"Come here," Mulder said softly and she didn't have the strength and the heart to refuse it. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close; it felt soothing, calming and familiar and she immediately felt herself calm down a little. She leaned into him with closed eyes, taking another deep breath to inhale his familiar scent. She felt the pressure on her chest return but it had a different origin this time. She suddenly remembered all those nights she had spent wrapped up in his arms, all the times he had comforted and soothed her and tended to her deepest desires and the longing feeling of being held, loved and cherished. It had been everything she thought she needed and back then it had been perfect but it made her sad now that she realized that this was nothing but a memory that belonged to a past-life.
His love had been everything but after years and years of troubles, trials and ancient demons, she hadn't been enough. She hadn't been worth fighting for and she hadn't been strong enough to keep them together and fight for both of them. She had wanted him more than anything in her life, would have given her life for him but now it dawned on her that this was gone and it left her feeling empty and helpless somehow. Scully fought the urge to get out of the embrace, as soothing as it seemed at that moment, there was a part of her that couldn't bear it.
It was simply a reminder of what had once been, of things that could have been if it had worked out but life had been cruel and life was hardly fair and maybe it was time to accept the truth. Things had been broken, demolished beyond repair and no matter how hard they tried to piece it back together it would always remain fractured. For years she had nothing to hope for, no one else she wanted but all of a sudden things seemed different.
It felt like she finally had the strength to let go of these old habits, to leave the past in the past and reach out to something new. Running into Stella had changed something inside of her. It seemed so unexpected, had happened so fast that it scared her but it was a spark of hope all the same. She was terrified of what was to come, terrified that she would end up heartbroken one day but she also knew that she would never know if she didn't give it a try.
She felt his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. He placed a soft kiss on her shoulder and it was one of those rare moments in which he seemed to be with her before abductions, deaths and disappointments had changed the course of their lives.
"Where are you?" He whispered into her ear but she didn't answer. She didn't know who she was, didn't know where and she was scared. She wasn't ready to share whatever it was that she had with Stella. She couldn't tell him because she didn't know what to say. She didn't want to share it with him because it wasn't any of his business. It was her highly treasured secret, one that needed to be protected at all costs.
She wondered what her answer would be should anyone ask what she had with Stella. The truth was that she didn't even know the woman. They had met just two days ago and it felt like she didn't know anything about the woman who had turned her whole world upside down within these few hours.
Scully took a deep breath and moved his hand away from her waist to get out of bed. She didn't look back when she got up, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Her shirt was still damp but she didn't want to take it off; she felt shattered and drowsy as if she hadn't got any sleep at all. Slowly she padded into the kitchen, not bothering to check the time, and put the kettle on. She liked to tell herself that a cup of tea made everything a little more bearable and since it was too early to drink this seemed to be her best option.
She took her favorite cup out of the cupboard and waited, listening to the sound of the water that slowly started to boil, softly bubbling away. The same kind of water that had threatened to drown her a couple of minutes ago. The mere thought of that sent a shiver down her spine and she wondered what it meant. She sighed and her feet were cold; it was almost October and maybe it was time to put socks on when walking through the house so early in the morning. She heard Mulder behind her but couldn't bring herself to turn around.
"What's going on?" He asked and walked up to her, slowly putting his hands on her hips. She took a deep breath, felt the tears sting in her eyes.
"Nothing," she whispered, knowing that this was the worst answer. It couldn't be more obvious that something was wrong but it bothered her that he only noticed just now and not years ago but she felt like they reached a point where nothing could be done right any more.
"Talk to me," he said softly, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder. She tried not to look at him, trying not to let the tears spill from her eyes. She couldn't breathe and she couldn't talk because no matter what she did she knew she'd end up in tears.
"I can't," she whispered and stepped away from him. He let go of her, wondering what to make of that. He knew that things hadn't been quite as perfect as they had imagined them to be but he had always relied on the fact that it would be okay somehow; that Scully would get through it with him, no matter what life threw at them. She had wanted a family, a home and someone to come home to; she had wanted something safe secure. She wanted romance and all the things she would never admit to wanting but he had always thought that she had accepted it at some point. He had accepted that this is not what life had in store for him, that maybe, his life had a different purpose and he had considered Scully to feel the same way but it appeared that he had no idea how wrong he had been.
Scully walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind her turning on the shower. She stripped off her clammy PJ's and stepped under the hot torrent, soothing her a little. It didn't take long until the tears mingled with the hot water and heart-breaking sobs rocked her body. She put a hand over her mouth, trying to silence the cries while the other hand rested flat against the tiles, steadying her.
It was just one of those moments in which the world came crushing down on her for no apparent reason; none she was able to accept. It appeared that the whole world was falling apart around her and it terrified her so much that she could hardly breathe. She felt herself break under the unbearable pressure and it came crashing down with full force, drowning her in a sea of sorrow, grief and endless longing. It was one of those moments that emotionally drained her more so than she had been before. She felt numb and empty and for a few moments nothing around her seemed to make sense. She felt weak and invisible; she was sitting in a dark room with her life passing by at a scary speed and she didn't know how to get back to it.
She had wanted so many things and all of a sudden it felt like she had nothing at all. She had let it go, watched it slip through her fingers as the years had passed and she had been left wondering what the hell was going on. Slowly she sat down in the shower, hugged her knees and leaned her head against the wall. The tapping of the water, that rained down on her, was soft and soothing on her skin. After a couple of minutes the sobs slowly subsided but she couldn't move; she was drained and exhausted and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get up and leave the shower. She laid her head back and closed her eyes.
It was hard to accept that all of this would be over sooner or later, although a part of her knew that things had been over between them years ago. Her last attempt had failed and she didn't have the strength to keep going. She had sacrificed so much, had lost so much and she had finally reached a point where it broke her. She couldn't go on and pretend that none of this had happened; that she had spent a lifetime chasing ghosts, that she had lost almost her entire family and both of her children. She had been abducted, leaving her with an endless uncertainty of what had been done to her. They had taken away her ability to have children on her own and they had taken away the man she had loved deeply once.
She wanted to turn back time, to wipe the slate clean and start again but that seemed impossible. She had been scarred for life and there would never be a way out of it. Just for one day she wanted things to be normal, to come home and feel like everything is fine. They had reached a point that was as far away from normal as it could be. She was irritated by almost everything that happened, frustrated because there would never be a way back.
She didn't want someone to mince matters. She knew that things sucked so why would it help to pretend that it would be fine? It drove her crazy when people told her that everything would be fine. She was right there, fighting against her inner demons and she felt that she was losing the battle on a daily basis. She tried so hard but no one seemed to understand so they tell her that everything would be fine and it always shattered something inside of her because she was trying so hard and nothing seemed right at all.
Scully wanted someone to hold her; she wanted someone's arms around her, holding her tightly. She needed to feel something and let go of the pressure and the responsibilities. She could no longer pretend that everything was okay and she just wanted to let go but at this moment, so early in the morning, she didn't even have the strength to get up and leave the shower and she had absolutely no idea how to get out of it. Every single part of her body felt heavy and Scully couldn't move. There was a terrible emptiness slowly eating her from the inside, slowing down her actions. She absent-mindedly reached for her shower gel, slowly spreading some on her hand. The soothing smell of lavender invaded her senses and she took a deep breath, slowly rubbing the liquid on her arms and her legs, softly massaging her wounded knees. She eventually rose from the floor and washed her hair, her body feeling somewhat stiff from sitting on the hard floor for too long.
She stepped in front of the mirror, wiped the mist off with her right hand and looked at her reflection just like she had at Stella's during the storm.
It felt like she looked right through her own reflection, stared into nothing and there was no one to convince her otherwise.
Don't look away, she heard Stella whisper. You are just as beautiful.
She heard these words from far away and it felt like they were directed at anyone but her. She didn't see it and she didn't believe it. Her eyes filled with tears again, blurring her own vision. She dried her hair with a towel and put it in a messy bun without bothering to brush it. She put both hands on the edge of the sink, trying to breathe through the pressure on her chest. She averted her gaze from the mirror, trying to resist the urge to smash the damn thing with her bare hands, opening the bathroom cabinet, reaching for the small orange bottle. Every part of her body was aching and she needed something to numb the pain, ignoring the voice that told her not to because she had already taken something to get rid of her headache.
She took the medication anyway, wrapped a towel around her body and walked straight to the bedroom. She moved slow and deliberate, feeling like it wasn't her own but someone else's body. Before she had time to think about it she fetched her phone from the bedside table, sent an email and cancelled all her lectures for the day. She turned off her phone, put on pants and an oversized shirt and went back to bed.
She didn't sleep, she just rested on her side, stared out of the window and waited. She didn't know what she was waiting for, her mind felt empty. She had already forgotten about her tea but Mulder walked in a few minutes later, putting a fresh cup of tea on the bedside table. She wanted to thank him, wanted to say anything but she couldn't even look at him. He asked if she needed anything and she shook her head. Scully felt scared and lonely, felt like she had been forgotten and she needed someone to remind her that she wasn't. She wanted to feel alive but at this moment it seemed just as fine to succumb to the drugs in her system. The fact that she didn't have any food sped up the process a little and she didn't mind at all.
She suddenly felt weightless, floating on a cloud of carelessness and a soft smile spread on her lips. Her anxieties slowly dissipated, the pain vanished and she felt lighter again. She wanted this to last forever, this quiet moment of blissful weightlessness when nothing hurt and nothing else mattered but it didn't take long until her body gave in and she drifted off to a deep sleep.
She was in a dark room, barely noticing the people around her. There was music and dancing and there was Mulder. She heard the familiar tune, had heard the song many times before and it seemed strangely soothing.
They had been working on a case but the mystery had been solved and it didn't matter any longer.
The only mystery that yet remained to be solved was her very own, and that of the man who sat next to her. She laughed at him, relieved that the case was over and that they were able to go home.
She watched him rise from his chair, wondering what might happen next when he held out his hand. He was asking her to dance and Scully hesitated for a moment before she gave in with a smile and allowed Mulder to take her hand and pull her toward him.
She smiled, looking up at the man she had fallen in love with such a long time ago. He held her hand in his, the other one resting on her hip, and slowly led them through the dance. She leaned against him and for this short moment everything seemed fine and just the way it should be.
The next time she came to her senses she was sitting on the edge of a king size bed but it wasn't her own. The room was dimly lit and the atmosphere strangely soothing. Scully took a deep breath, trying to get her head straight. She vaguely remembered driving to London, a part of her mind was still clouded by the residues of the drugs in her body.
She was still tired although she had spent most of the day in bed. She should have known it but she had ignored her needs. She almost laughed at it because, for most of the day, she hadn't even been able to identify these. She rose from the bed and looked around. The hotel room was dark and elegant; a rather soothing and comforting atmosphere. It smelled sweet and comforting, not overpowering so but she couldn't tell what it was. She made a cup a coffee, feeling a wave of relief wash over her as the familiar scent filled the air. She didn't care that it was almost 6pm and sipped the hot cup of coffee that wasn't too bad but something told her that she should have got some decent food.
She felt a little bit better now that she had left; she inhaled deeply, wondering what the hell had got into her. There was still a dull headache, throbbing faintly but it was probably the lack of food and fresh air that caused it to linger a little longer.
The only thing she hadn't been able to shake off was the loneliness. It was still with her, clinging to her with desperate determination. She wanted to shake it off but she didn't know how. She thought of Stella and last night, wishing that she had stayed that morning. It had been two days and she realized that she had not heard from Stella and she felt the slightest trace of sadness in her chest.
What had she expected? She didn't know Stella, didn't know what Stella wanted and she suddenly realized that she couldn't even call her, if even she wanted to because she didn't have her number. She had left her phone number but Scully didn't have hers. Remembering that she was indeed a former FBI Agent, knowing how to obtain any phone number, or have someone do it for you, she dropped onto the bed with a sigh and pushed that thought aside.
What if it wasn't meant to be? She had wondered why Stella seemed to want her, why her after all people? She knew that she wasn't far from Stella's place, it was probably in walking distance but she wouldn't go there. She had picked this place because it wasn't far from uni in case she decided to return to work in the morning. She'd have to start early to take care of some paperwork because of the hours she had missed today.
What if Stella was tired of her already? Scully suddenly remembered that she hadn't checked her phone since turning it off this morning and reached for her bag, turned it on and she waited. She put the cup aside and let herself fall back on the bed. She was about to remember what she had done this morning, feeling the embarrassment creep up slowly when she heard the sound of an incoming message. Her heart nearly skipped a beat when she saw a message from an unknown number.
You forgot your dress at my place. Again. Are you doing it on purpose to have an excuse to come back? S.
There was a smile on her face, for the very first time that day. She had already forgotten about the dress. She started to type a reply, wondering what to say. She didn't care about the dress, she wanted to see Stella again. She wanted to kiss her, wrap her arms around her and feel her skin on skin; she wanted Stella, needed her more than ever. She deleted her reply and called her instead. Her heart was hammering in her chest and she felt nervous all of a sudden. She settled back against the soft pillows and waited, not knowing what to say.
"Gibson," Stella picked up the phone and Scully smiled with closed eyes.
"Hey there," Scully said softly, realizing that she hadn't said a word to anyone since opening her eyes hours ago and she hadn't been quite communicative when she checked in to the hotel earlier. It seemed a little exhausting to talk, her speech was still slightly slurred but she tried hard to speak slow and at least appear composed.
"Dana," Stella said and if she wasn't mistaken she sounded relieved.
"Don't worry about the dress," Scully said and laughed to herself. It almost turned into a soft giggle and she noticed that she wasn't quite as sober as she thought she had been. "I'll pick it up… whenever."
"Are you drunk?" Stella asked and Scully couldn't tell whether she was amused or concerned.
"I'm not so sure," Scully admitted and smiled. "It's nice to hear your voice," Scully said softly, trying to distract her from the initial question. "I want to see you," Scully almost whispered; Stella sighed.
"Where are you?" she wanted to know; she had already made up her mind. She had to see her, come what may.
"Malmaison," Scully said. She was certain Stella knew exactly where to find it.
"Room number?" Stella asked while she grabbed her coat and got ready to leave the house. It felt weird since she was usually the one who made these calls, asking people to meet them for one and only reason. Dana's voice had seemed calm, strangely so and something about it unsettled her a little. She couldn't say why but she wanted to see her more than ever.
"305," Scully said quietly.
"I'll be there in a bit," she said and then the line went dead. Scully sighed and put her face in her hands.
Stella Gibson stood in her living room, trying to decide what to do. She had already made up her mind, knowing that she would see Dana sooner or later but there was a tiny part inside of her that wanted to keep her from doing so. It was against everything she had been doing for years, but she also knew that she had already gone too far. There was no easy way out of it any more she thought and decided against changing her clothes.
She wanted to walk to the hotel, knowing exactly where it is. She needed this little bit of time to clear her head having already given up on figuring out what she wanted because it seemed impossible to tell. She made a little detour, dropping buy at Waitrose to get something to eat. Something told her that Dana, much like herself, had a habit of skipping meals and if Stella wasn't mistaken she didn't appear quite sober when she called. She raised an eyebrow with a glance at her watch and headed to the grocery store.
A couple of minutes later she took her time walking through the aisles, wondering what to get and whether Dana would be asleep by the time she got there. She picked some cheese, bread and strawberries, reminding herself that she had no clue what Dana liked and didn't like because she didn't know her. She wanted to pick a bottle of wine, wondering that would be a good idea. Despite the fact that she had been drinking for the last two nights in a row she wasn't sure Dana should have more but she picked a bottle anyway and tried to hurry a little.
She paused for a moment when she reached the third floor, taking a deep breath before she knocked on the door. Scully opened the door and stepped aside, reaching behind Stella to put the "Do not Disturb"-Sign on the handle, without another word. She closed the door and shut out the rest of the world. Stella looked around the room; it was warm and cosy, comforting somehow. She put the bag on the small round table while Scully sat down on the edge of the bed. She watched Stella quietly, noticing that she didn't bring the dress.
Stella took off her coat, dropping it on the backrest of the chair before she turned around to face Dana. She stepped between her legs and cupped the redhead's face with both hands. She looked down at the woman in front of her, feeling a strong impulse of empathy. Deep down she knew that she would do anything for her; she wanted to know how her day had been and what had troubled her so tremendously. She wanted to put her own demons aside and make sure Dana would be ok. She had had that thought on the way up to the hotel room and it had surprised her for a moment.
She looked at Dana, her thumbs softly caressing her cheeks. She looked tired but her pupils were dilated and alert, her cheeks were flushed but she didn't wear any makeup. Stella noticed every tiny freckle on her beautiful face; slowly she leaned forward to place a soft kiss on Dana's lips.
"What have you been up to?" she asked quietly, having seen this look before. She had been down this road herself but she wouldn't pry if Dana didn't want to talk about it.
"Numbing the pain?" Dana offered and rose from the bed. She kissed Stella slowly, lingering a little before she broke it off. Stella turned her around, laying her arms around Scully. Slowly she leaned against Stella, her head resting on her shoulder.
"Are you in pain?" Stella wanted to know, softly whispering against the crook of her neck; her lips brushing the soft skin while she spoke.
"Sometimes," Scully said quietly. It wasn't so much of the pain but the unbearable loneliness that tortured her from time to time. Stella tightened her arms around Dana.
"Kiss me," Scully whispered against her lips and Stella turned her just a little to capture her lips. Stella had her hands on Scully's stomach, felt it move as her breath hitched a little during the kiss. A sigh escaped her own lips when she finally kissed Dana. She allowed herself to get lost in the warmth that spread inside of her, not wanting it to end; she didn't want to play any more games. Stella parted her lips, their tongues slowly exploring each other. She deepened the kiss, a soft moan escaping her own lips. There was a soft hint of lavender surrounding her. Her lips felt soft against her own and Stella remembered why she preferred kissing women over men. It was softer and sweeter and it made her feel safe.
She broke the kiss, softly panting for air. Dana turned around in her arms, her forehead resting against Stella's; she laid her arms around Dana and pulled her closer. It was nothing compared to anything she ever had with another person; it was intimate and close, it was soothing and left her wanting for more. Stella wanted to give in and not run away. She pulled Dana close, her arms tightly wrapped around her slender form, tilting her head a little. Stella felt something melt inside of her, it didn't hurt as much as she had expected it to; it was rather pleasurable. It seemed that all of her anxieties and boundaries faded away; the longing and desire, that had been sleeping within her, slowly came awake.
Dana's hand slowly travelled to her neck, pressing her lips against her own urgently, moving an arm around Stella's waist to pull her closer. Stella reluctantly let go off Dana, feeling slightly out of breath and dizzy. She looked up, her eyes finding Dana's; they gazed at each other longingly, realized that they were indeed smitten by each other and before she knew it their lips were locked again. Her hands travelled to the small of her back, slowly lifting the shirt. Stella put her hand on the same part she had touched last night; her skin was warm and soft beneath her fingertips. There was a delicious throb between her legs, an increasing ache that needed soothing but it had to wait.
She looked at Scully, who stepped away from her, grabbing the hem of her shirt with both hands. She never took her eyes off Stella, slowly lifting her shirt above her head and tossed it aside. Stella started to unbutton her own, feeling Dana's eyes on her and it sent a shiver through her body. She stripped off her blouse and embraced the other woman, her nipples hardening against the soft fabric of her bra. Stella turned them around, gently pushing her onto the bed. She didn't wait, didn't ask because it was clear what they both wanted and she didn't want to ruin it with too much talking.
She hovered above Dana just like she had last night, her hand slowly traveling from her neck to her breasts and along her stomach. She kissed the corners of Dana's mouth smiling at the soft sounds she was drawing from her pretty mouth. She entwined their fingers, her boobs touching Dana's while she leaned forward; her tongue wandered along the outlines of Dana's lips. Her tongue met Stella's, slowly teasing and tasting before Stella leaned down for a wet and sloppy kiss. She felt the sticky wetness between her legs, soaking her panties; it was driving her insane.
Dana parted her legs, drawing Stella closer when she crossed her ankles behind her back. She felt Stella's weight on her body, thinking that she had never been more turned on in her life before. It had been a tiny spark, a long-lost flame that had almost died, that was now raging through her body, setting every nerve in her body on fire. She could smell her own arousal, soaking her panties and it made her head swim. Stella reached down and Dana raised her hips to shed the last remaining pieces of clothes, turning them both around the moment Stella leaned in to capture her lips for another kiss, surprising them both. She straddled her hips, slowly opening the buttons of Stella's trousers. She had been so scared to make a mistake, thought she didn't know what to do but it all seemed so easy and natural and it felt so right.
She regarded the woman beneath her; the beautiful woman with her slightly flushed chest, her blonde tresses spread on the pillow around her. Her pupils were widened with arousal, her hands dying to touch her. Her eyes locked with Dana who reached behind herself, effortlessly unclasping her bra. The straps glided off her shoulders slowly and she didn't worry for a single moment. Stella looked at her with quiet adoration, certain that she had never seen something more beautiful. She took Dana's hands, guided them to her own breasts. Dana cupped them with her hands, feeling her already sensitive nipples harden under her touch. She arched her back into Dana's hands, melting into the touch. She pulled the cups away, freeing them from the confines of the beautiful fabric. For just one moment Stella allowed herself to get lost, surrendering the power that she so desperately held on to but she didn't feel threatened at all. This was not one of her countless encounters that had served to satisfy her needs, it seemed to be so much more than that. She didn't want it to end, wanted to savor every single moment of it. She wanted to kiss and taste; touch and feel. There had been so much longing and desire that haunted her through the nights, a terrible emptiness that had filled her every time she had sex with a stranger. It had been emotionless and practical but this seemed to be so much more.
She laid her arms around Dana and turned them around, placing feather-light kisses along her neck and her chest, taking one nipple inside her mouth. Dana immediately arched into the sensation, her lips parting on a soft moan and it put a smile on Stella's lips. She flicked her tongue over her nipples, drawing the softest moans from her. Scully put her hand on Stella's, cupping her own breasts. She parted her lips, her tongue finding Stella's; biting and sucking, teasing and taunting.
Scully inhaled sharply, holding her breath when Stella slowly travelled down her stomach, leaving kisses in her wake. She smelled her arousal and it took away the ability to think clearly. Her hands gripped them hem of Scully's panties, looking up to see if she would be okay with it but Dana was already far beyond worrying, parting her legs in anticipation. She moaned softly, expectantly. Stella laid down next to her, her fingertips wandering up and down the outlines of Dana's naked body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. She felt overwhelmed with desire, wanted Stella to touch her and put her out of her sweet misery. Her whole body started to tense, her hands both gripping the sheets to find something to hold on to as Stella's hand finally touched her were she wanted it desperately. Stella's hand slowly glided through her swollen and slick folds, teasing her aching clit in slow circles. She never took her eyes of Dana, a strangled moan escaping her parted lips. She tilted her head back and bit her lip, covering her face with her hands when Stella's fingers slowly slid inside of her.
"Oh fuck," Scully hissed. She felt the heat rush through her body from head to toe, a shiver running through her aroused body. Stella curled her fingers a little, hitting just the right spot to make her melt, moving her fingers in and out at agonizingly slow pace. Scully bent her knees, leaning into the touch, using her free hand to move Dana's away from her face, placing open-mouthed kisses on her lips.
"Don't hide," Stella whispered against her lips, teasing Dana with her tongue. "I want to see you."
Dana forced her eyes open, looking at Stella. She put her hand in her neck, pulling her in for a messy kiss as Stella moved her hand faster, teasing her clit with the palm of her hand. Dana was squirming beneath her, her body covered with a fine layer of sweat. Stella knew she was close, she felt her muscles contract around her own fingers, felt her warm arousal on her hand. Her face hovered just inches above Scully when the orgasm crashed over her. Her body tensed, her back arching of the mattress as her legs shivered, crying out in pleasure and Stella moved her fingers slowly while she came down.
Scully couldn't think, panting for air. She felt Stella's hand on her cheek and her forehead, brushing her hair aside. She placed a feather-light kiss above her right brow and leaned her forehead against Dana's. It took her a few moments to gather the strength to move, turning around so that Stella was beneath her. She cupped both breasts with her hands, softly kneading them while she placed gentle kisses on the warm skin between them.
She didn't waste too much time, knowing that she was just as desperate for a release as she had been and this was not the time for endless teasing. She wanted to feel Stella come apart beneath her, wanted to watch her as she came on her hand. Slowly her hand glided between her legs, finding her just as wet and aching.
The blonde was panting and whispering under her raging breath and Scully smiled to herself because Stella had appeared a lot more composed then she truly was.
"Yes…" Stella hissed when Dana's hand found its way between her legs. "Yes… right there."
She watched the beautiful woman squirm in her arms, biting her lip to keep her moans insight but Scully wanted to hear her. She wanted all of it, all these sweet sounds that she hadn't heard in such a long time. Whenever Stella hummed softly, keeping it inside, she moved her fingers a little faster and she would cry out in pleasure.
"Come for me, Stella," Scully whispered into her ear and that was all it took for her to fall apart. She cried out in pleasure, her moans echoing in the empty room. She was clinging to Scully, shivering as the orgasm rushed through her body.
Scully kissed her and put her cheek just above her heart, just like Stella had the night before, covering her naked body with her own. After a couple of seconds Stella wrapped her arms around Scully, holding her close. She felt incredibly touched, reveling in the afterglow as her senses slowly calmed down.
