Author's Note: Hello! Thank you so much for all the feedback! I appreciate it so much! It's reader's choice for when you want this set. I wanted it to be post-William, which meant it would have to be post-season nine, after they come back from being on the run or whatever. Whether you want it to be pre/post-I Want to Believe is up to you. I hope you guys enjoy :)
Lust: (noun) intense sexual desire
It wasn't exactly a secret, but after one too many bad reactions, she had learned to keep that part of her identity to herself. Growing up in a Catholic Military family didn't help much either. She loved them dearly, but it wasn't something they knew how approach. Melissa's crush on Tom Selleck got her a Magnum P.I. poster for Christmas. Her own eight year old, childish crush on Farrah Fawcett got her a bunch of shocked stares and a sharp decline in sleepover invitations.
She lived with it in silence; that feeling she got when a woman locked eyes with her. The butterflies in her stomach were similar to when a man looked at her, but there was something different. She loved men, they were rugged, handsome, exciting, but women were ethereal. There was a reason poets and artists spent years trying to put words to their depth, trying to capture their beauty.
A punk girl with purple hair put a name to her feelings when they were in college: Bisexuality. Knowing it was more common than she had presumed gave her a sense of comfort, but not enough to proclaim it to the world. It just so happened that, subsequently after that discovery, she kept falling into relationships with men. She was still bisexual, regardless of what stigmas said, but by the time she was single, she was in the FBI and didn't want to compromise her career by someone discovering she was involved with women in her free time. She stopped looking for anyone when she met Mulder, how often are you assigned to be a partner to your soulmate? How often did you find someone so completely dedicated to you and so utterly understanding?
So why were the words caught in her throat? "Has there ever been something you wanted to try, but never had the guts to?" She was laying on the couch with Mulder when he asked the question out of the blue. She had wanted to tell him about her sexuality for years. It didn't affect anything, it didn't change their relationship, but she considered it an important part of her development. They shared everything, and she felt bad keeping anything from him. There was just nothing more intimidating than saying the words out loud, but this was Fox Mulder for fucks sake, the most nonjudgmental, understanding person in the world.
She must have been contemplating her words for longer than she realized because Mulder had propped his head on a pillow so he could get a better look at her sprawled from mirroring his own on the opposite end of the couch. "Earth to Scully?" his tone was joking, but the concern was evident.
She didn't know how to phrase it, but she wanted to give him something to work with, "I had always wanted to experiment with my sexuality more."
His eyebrow quirked up, clearly not expecting that answer. "How so?" He moved his hand to take her foot, which had been resting near his side, into his hand, gently massaging it. What may have appeared to be a gesture of domesticity was truly him letting her know she could continue and reassurance he wasn't going anywhere.
She was touched at his initiate gesture and decided she was definitely going to get it out in the open. Her nervous tick plagued her once again, and she idly started playing with the hem of her shirt to avoid eye contact. "I've been bisexual as long as I can remember-" she made sure in this moment to gauge if there was a hitch of shock in his ministrations. There wasn't. "-I, um, I never really told anyone. There was heterosexuality and there was homosexuality, and there wasn't much acceptance of the latter. Trying to explain bisexuality just seemed like a fruitless effort that would get me nothing but ridicule so I lived in silence. I wish I had experimented with women, at least once. Not that I am unhappy with you, I promise you satisfy me more than I could ever hope for-" He smiled widely at her reassurance and her heart warmed at this man's unyielding compassion. "-I'm just a little sad something I consider such a fundamental part of my identity will go on unexplored."
She finished her speech with a long sigh and met his gaze once more. "What's the closest you've ever come?" he asked gently. "If you don't mind me asking."
She chuckled a little bit in shy embarrassment, "Not far. Women are far more intimidating than men."
"Tell me about it," he teased with a laugh, squeezing her foot lightly before moving his attention to the other one.
She almost wanted to cry with how comfortable this was right now, it was the best reaction she could have asked for. Nothing was a big deal, he wasn't shocked, they were talking about it like they were bantering about the weather. "I got to kiss a few girls during a high school game of spin the bottle. I made out with one girl in college, but a bunch of guys caught sight of it and started hooting and hollering so I got nervous."
"Were you uncomfortable because an intimate moment for you was being fetishized by the male gaze or because it was something you would have rather explored in private?"
She pondered this for a moment, this was the most in-depth she had ever been able to talk about it, "I like to be good at things. I guess a part of me was afraid I was doing something wrong. I like to have the comfort of some sort of familiarity while trying new things and I was completely out of my element there."
He nodded appreciatively at her statement and continued kneading the sole of her foot. "Do you still think about what it would be like? Being with a woman. Even after we got together?" There wasn't any insecurity in his statement, just curiosity.
"Only once, it was when you were gone. I never attempted to act on it. I just- god this is so embarrassing," her sentence died off in embarassed giggles and she covered her face with her hands, in an attempt to keep him from seeing the blush spread across her cheeks.
Her sudden bashfulness fueled his curiosity and he nudged her knee slightly with his own. "What? I promise I won't tease you," he implored.
"I had such a crush on Monica Reyes. I just thought she was the epitome of beauty. Her quirkiness reminded me of you a bit, I suppose, but god, I get flustered around her." They still went out to eat from time to time and, even though she was completely content and happy with Mulder, she still was a little awe struck by her friend's beauty and charm.
"Have you ever fantasized about her? Again, if you don't mind me asking," she could tell Mulder was enthralled there was a part of her life that he hadn't suspected.
She had talked dirty with him enough to fill up an entire book, but this little fantasy was making her entire face blush. "I mean, of course. To be honest, since I met her after we got together, I can't imagine you not being there. I guess that could be the answer to your question. I've always fantasized about having a threesome with you and Monica, but I would never, ever have the guts to make that a reality."
"Why not?" He asked innocently. She could tell he was trying to be encouraging and supportive without coming across like he was perverting her confession. She adored his diligence, and was still honored even though she could feel his erection growing beneath her leg.
"Well it took me over four decades to come out to one person, I don't know if I have the confidence for a second. Plus, she's probably straight. Also, that would have to be intimidating for her, being invited into the bedroom of the FBI's spookiest agents," she joked, rubbing her leg teasingly against him.
With his notorious, boyish agility, he rocked his body so he was hovering over her reclined form, in between her thighs, wrapping his arms around her and playfully burrowing his face into her neck, eliciting a laugh from her. He kissed her neck a few times before kissing her once softly on the mouth. He leaned his head back and looked into her eyes, "Thank you for confiding in me, Scully. I love you so much, and I love everything that makes you, you." How was she so lucky?
She should have known Mulder wouldn't forget what she said, not that she expected him to, but sometimes she forgot how much he loved to surprise her. It had been probably a month since she came out to him, aside from fleeting moments of appreciation, she didn't think about it much. She didn't even think anything was suspicious about the smirk he had on his face throughout their anniversary dinner.
When they walked up the steps to their home, she noticed he kept biting his lips trying to suppress his smile. "Mulder, is there a particular reason you're so giddy tonight?"
"What? Can't a man be excited about spending the evening with the live of his life?" he asked before placing a kiss to her lips, leading her down the hallway by her hand.
"We live together Mulder, you see me every evening," she teased, earning a chuckle from him.
When they got to the bedroom door, he stopped her by her shoulders and turned her, "So, the reason I've been so happy tonight is because I got you an anniversary present that I'm very proud of and I hope you like it. Just know though, that this is your present and you dictate how it goes. There will be no hard feelings or awkwardness if you decline it," his eager demeanor had taken on an aspect of nervous anticipation and she was beyond curious what could be the cause.
She opened the door and nothing could have prepared her for the sight in front of her. Their bedroom was lit by what had to have been over fifty candles, there were rose petals strewn throughout the room, and, of yeah, there was a lingerie-clad Monica Reyes laying in the middle of their bed with an excited smile.
Her eyes were ravishing Monica's body, committing everything to memory as the woman crawled closer to them and Mulder spoke in her ear, "I almost wanted to tell you in the moment, but I knew for a fact that Monica wasn't straight, contrary to your assumption." Scully felt her heart leap out of her chest at the mixture of his words and Monica's seductive smile. The brunette had slinked off the bed and was making her way towards them. "Do you know how I knew that?" he asked, kissing the side of her head and easing her out of her jacket. She shook her head in response.
Monica had come to a halt in front of her and put her hands on Scully's shoulders, playing with the ends of her hair, answering on Mulder's behalf, "Because, naively, the first thing I ever asked Mulder was if you were single or not. When he told me you guys were together, I told him how jealous my lesbian heart was." As she said this, she moved one hand up Scully's neck, resting her fingers along her jaw and using the pad of her thumb to play with Scully's full bottom lip.
If the sensation of Mulder and Monica's hands on her body weren't so arousingly real, she would have sworn she was dreaming. She didn't know if it was a second or an hour she stood there in shock, but Mulder's voice roused her back into reality. "I really hope you don't mind the fact that I told her, but how was I supposed to continue on with my daily life when I knew I could make your wildest fantasy, and chance for identity exploration, come true with a single phone call?" He coyly flirted.
"Only if your comfortable with it, Dana. As Mulder said earlier, if you aren't comfortable right now, I can leave and there will never be any tension," Monica reassured, stroking soft circles into the soft skin of Scully's cheek. Scully would rather jump in fire than turn down this opportunity, so in a move of finality, she leaned forward and captured Monica's lips into a searing kiss.
Her lips were indescribably soft and she tasted like candy. They wasted no time being coy and within seconds their tongues were mashing against each other in fervent exploration. Scully tentatively wrapped one hand around Monica's waist and felt the soft flesh of her back with greedy hands, smirking against her mouth when she felt Monica press into her.
Monica bucking into her inadvertently pressed her back against Mulder and felt his rock hard erection pressing into the small of her back. Breaking off her kiss, she reclined her head upwards as Mulder looked downwards and she caught his mouth with her own, transferring the intensity to his lips. The juxtaposition between Monica's plush, velvet lips, and his strong, lush lips was absolutely arousing. Years of lusting after this couldn't have prepared her for the intense pleasure she was feeling right now.
As soon as her lips left Monica's, the woman went to work. She kissed sensually down the hollow of Scully's exposed neck and started working on unbuttoning her shirt, placing a kiss to every inch of flesh exposed button by button. With each kiss, she opened her mouth and let her tongue dance around Scully's soft skin. When she pressed a kiss to her sternum, right in between her breast, Scully arched forward and moaned into Mulder's mouth. She felt Mulder smile against her lips and Monica smile against her breasts. They never worked together, but damn they made a great team.
"Do you mind if I move us to the bed?" Monica asked, leaning to look at Mulder.
Scully felt him gently let go, and with a smirk, responded, "Be my guest." Scully almost squealed in surprise when Monica leaned down and hoisted Scully up, so that she was wrapping her legs around Monica as Monica carried her to the bed. She collapsed on top of Scully as she eased her down on the bed, and quickly resumed where she had left off, kissing down Scully's torso until she could be eased out of the button down shirt. She went to recline back down on the bed, but was instead met with Mulder's naked torso.
Mulder pressed a kiss to the top of her head while undoing the clasp of her bra, revealing her breasts to Monica who received them with eager enthusiasm. She placed one kiss to a puckered nipple before latching her mouth onto it, playing with the peak against her tongue. The other nipple was being taken care of by Mulder's experienced hand, as his mouth suckled the side of her neck. It was almost a sensation overload. They traded off nipples back and forth until Scully's head was practically lolling back and forth in pleasure.
After a few minutes, Monica backed up and started undoing the latch on the side of Scully's skirt. Mulder's other hand quickly replaced Monica's nipple, and it took every ounce of Scully's concentration to lift her hips to help Monica ease her skirt off, taking her underwear down with it, so she was laying completely naked. She had never appreciated their investment in a king sized bed as much as she did in this moment. Monica scooted closer to them, eased Scully's legs apart, and with one wet kiss to each inner thigh, began suckling her clit.
Thank god they didn't have neighbors because there was no way she'd be able to hush her cries of pleasure. Between Mulder's hands stimulating her breasts, his erection almost painfully digging into her back, and Monica's tongue swirling her clit, two digits deep inside her, she felt like she was in heaven. She could feel an orgasm building in her abdomen and her hips started to gyrate against Monica's jaw, inadvertently making her ass grind against Mulder's boxer-clad cock. She felt him groan deeply against her neck and she turned to capture his lips into another kiss.
She was mewling into his mouth from Monica's ministrations and she could feel him lightly gyrating against her. She felt two fingers curve against her g-spot and the stimulation pushed her over the edge. An intense rush of pleasure waved through her body and it felt like every hair on her body was standing on end. Her body racked with spasms and her jaw dropped open against Mulder's kiss as she heartily moaned into his mouth.
When her body calmed a little she leaned forward and entangled her hands in Monica's hair, bringing her in for another kiss. Tasting herself on Monica's lips was more erotic than she could have ever imagined. Monica wrapped her arms around Scully's torso, bringing her closer and Scully did the same. In that moment, she realized she was the only one still naked and was eager to fix it. She used her hands to unclasp Monica's bra with feminine familiarity and ease, quickly discarding it in the growing clothes pile. She had Monica in front of her and Mulder behind her, so she shifted a little so that she had a person on each side of her hip.
In unison with herself, she eased one hand down the front of Monica's lace thong and the other down the front of Mulder's boxers. One hand was drenched in wetness, quickly finding Monica's throbbing clit and playing with it, while the other hand was met with Mulder's hard, aching shaft, wrapping her fingers around his length and stroking him. In stereo, she heard feminine and masculine moans fill her ears at the same time. They both started bucking into Scully's hands in vastly different, but animalistically similar ways. It was like they were all in unison.
They had made it clear that she was in charge here, since it was her fantasy, and they had proved that they were more than eager to please her, so she decided to take authority. "Monica, can you lean against the headboard, and Mulder can you be near the end of the bed sitting behind me, both of you take off your underwear first though." Scully couldn't help but smile in self satisfaction when they were in position in less than ten seconds.
She crawled towards Monica and placed a hungry kiss to the woman's lips before kissing her way down her body, mimicking the movements utilized on her less than an hour ago. Monica was practically squirming by the time Scully got to her arousal. She placed a few slow, wet kisses to Monica's inner thighs before licking her tongue along her wet slit, evoking a high pitched whimper from the younger woman. She had tasted herself on Mulder's lips before, but she had never gotten this hearty taste of the essence of womanhood before and now she understood why Mulder loved going down on her so much. Being buried face deep in a woman's heat was addictive. She heard a hearty groan from behind her and turned to see Mulder was diligently sitting on his knees, stroking his cock with a look of pure lust in his eyes. He was practically slack-jawed from pleasure taking control of his body. She winked coquettishly and spread her knees farther apart on the bed, a clear invitation that he understood right away.
She started working on Monica more with her mouth, playfully lapping up her juices and intermittently running the tip of her tongue vigorously across her clit as she felt Mulder coating his cock with her own dripping wetness. Almost at the exact same time, Scully eased two fingers into Monica's tight heat as she felt Mulder's hardness push deep into her. Everyone in the room moaned and it almost sounded like a harmonic chant.
There was so much movement and gyration from all three parties that the pleasure was indiscriminate and indescribable. Scully felt Monica's hands move down and entangle in Scully's hair, pushing it back so she could watch her face as she ate her out. Without removing her mouth, Scully met her gaze and saw Monica looking at her with the same pleasure-riddled expression she had just seen on Mulder. Scully curved two fingers inside Monica, feeling the rough patch of her g-spot, and Monica's eyes practically rolled into the back of her head. With Scully's other hand, she reached up and started kneading Monica's breast.
In that moment, Mulder started thrusting a bit faster and a bit deeper and it made Scully moan deeply against Monica's throbbing clit. The vibrations of her moan must have sent her over the edge because she felt Monica's vaginal walls clamp down against her fingers as her back arched off of the bed. "Dana, oh my god!" she cried.
Hearing her name cried out in that passionate, feminine tone of voice sent another orgasm rippling through her body and she felt Mulder's hands tighten against her hips, grinding his pubic bone against hers to draw out the orgasm. Monica had recovered from her own while Scully's was still going on, and she eased them on their knees so that Scully's back was flush against Mulder's front as Monica was in front of her, much like how they started.
Mulder's hands were still glued to her hips as Scully leaned back to kiss him once more. Monica moved and latched her mouth to Scully's nipples once again, reaching a hand down so she was rubbing Scully's clit. Thank god women didn't have a refractory period, because these multiple orgasms were the best thing her body had experienced in a long time. A third orgasm ripped through her body, this time sending Mulder over the edge with her. She felt him spurting hot inside of her as her soul ascended from her body.
Her body was beyond stated and she sprawled haphazardly in the middle of the bed, Mulder and Monica doing the same on either side of her. "This was the best present I've ever gotten," she exclaimed breathlessly with a wide smile. Her eyes were closed from being so sated, but she felt the bed dip on either side of her and she heard the sound of a strong high-five in the air above her body. Their camaraderie in satisfying her made her laugh out loud in joy. She felt so loved and adored.
Hope you liked it! I wasn't sure how to end. Please, please, leave a review and let me know how you felt! I am a sucker for validation, what can I say, lol. I hope all is well for you guys! -Nicole (Tumblr: gaycrouton)
