s/o to agoodwoman for her help :)
Scully splashed cold water on her cheeks in an attempt to ground herself. She focused on the tiny droplets that littered the black marble sink to avoid major decision on the other side of the door.
She refused to feel guilty. She was doing nothing wrong. Mulder could not shame her for this.
The internal turmoil was all her own doing. She was Dana Katherine Scully. She did not take risks. The only one-night stands she'd entertained had always has monumental consequences. This was part of the self care that she was so adamant about now was making sure her needs and wants were met even if they came before someone else's. Hesitantly, she bounced on her toes a few times as she psyched herself up for what was about to happen.
Slowly, she exited the bathroom and turned off the light. The moon poured into the top floor penthouse, casting radiant light over the beauty that was Stella Gibson. The blonde was splayed on the black blanket, her body illuminated and beautiful. The site was pure art - Scully wished she capture this moment and tuck it away forever.
A lone finger beckoned her forward, "Dana. Come here, stop staring." the words flowed from Stella like a stream, making Scully shiver in anticipation. "Looking is fun, but touching is rather enjoyable as well."
Scully began walking towards the bed, punctuating every step with the undoing of a button on her blouse. By the end of her path, she'd shed her top and unzipped her skirt. She stepped out of her heels and stood at the foot of the bed, clad in only her lacy bra and underwear. Stella sat up on the bed and sat on her knees, matching their bodies up and dipping within a hair's breadth of Scully's.
They breathed in an aroused synchrony , prolonging the moment. Scully was the first to break the tension. She closed the small distance between them and kissed Stella with a naive hesitation. She wanted this. She wanted tonight to happen. Stella's lips were soft, supple, and very welcoming. Scully had forgotten how different being intimate was with women. Not better or worse in her opinion but the technique she used and felt from each partner was different.
Her hands moved from her sides to wrap around the Stella, who at the moment was gently nibbling on her lips. Stella moved her hands from Scully's hips and moved towards the clasp on the back of the bra. After a deep breath from Scully, Stella released the clasp and the black lace hit the duvet. When she stopped for a moment, Scully opened her eyes in frustration.
Stella sat one leg on each side of her knees just...staring with a look that Scully couldn't place. The sudden attention made her flush. It wasn't that Mulder had never regarded her with such passion, it was that she hadn't felt desirable in quite a long time.
Scully shimmied out of her bottoms and crawled up the bed as she dipped down to kiss all over Stella's torso. She continued her journey and grazed the tops of her porcelain breasts that were held in place by a stunning balconette. Scully's warm tongue traced patterns against Stella's neck and the blonde giggled when she arched up into her touch
Scully took this moment to reach under Stella and unclasp her as well. Deft hands removed the garment and set it nicely beside them. It was only polite to take care of such nice things. Scully slithered back down the blonde and teased the seam of the corresponding panties in the same way Stella had fingered her skirt in the car.
"I- I have scars. Ignore them." Stella's breathy voice broke the thick silence of the room.
"Understood and appreciated," Scully responded and she dragged the final piece of clothing off of Stella's taut body.
Stella reached down and grabbed a handful of Scully's titian hair and with minute force, she brought her back up to her face. Scully moaned at the contact and Stella pursed her lips in response. "I knew you'd appreciate a little...guidance. It's arousing to let someone dominate when you have to be so assertive in real life. Let your guard down Dana, you're safe here."
Scully inhaled deeply and exhaled as she tried her best to relax her body. She laid down next to the nude Superintendent and gave her permission to set the pace.
Stella raised herself off the bed and threw a leg over Scully, pressing her heat against a strong thigh. Scully moaned at the contact, and spread her pale legs further - an invitation of sorts. Stella accepted and placed a hand on Scully, slipping digits into her heat. They both froze for a moment, acclimating to each other.
The astute difference between sex with Stella and Mulder was comforting to Scully. Mulder enjoyed verbal foreplay with long strings of elaborate sexual paragraphs that drove her absolutely mad with desire. However Stella was shaping up to be the opposite. No sexual monologues other than the enticing sounds she muttered as she built a rhythm with Scully. It was a new experience, Dana had plenty of sexual partners in the past but not as many as most of the women she knew. Stella for example, seemed to know her charm was enchanting.
Scully was surprised at how fluid she and Stella were together. It was not awkward and she did not feel ill-experienced. Her history with women was short. In fact, she could count the number of romantic encounters she had experienced with women on one hand. Once, she'd kissed Detective Reyes when they were out drinking out of sheer desperation and a lot of tequila. At the time she'd chalked it up to Mulder being in the wind and William being 'd laughed it off and to this day it was still marked as the end of her relationship with Jose Cuervo. As time went on, Scully came to terms with the fact that attraction was human nature.
Stella made eye contact with Scully as she removed her hand and descended towards her torso. Scully jumped as warm lips made contact with her center. The very same lips that Scully had worshipped no more than hour ago were now peeking out from over her hips, causing the most delirious pleasure she'd ever felt. The dips and bobs of Stella's head were soothing, like a soft crest of blonde ocean waves.
After a few minutes, Scully felt the pressure building. Stella replaced her tongue with skilled hands, taking this moment to sink her teeth into Scully's sensitive inner thigh. Soon after that, Scully rolled her head back and let out a lascivious cry. Spent, Scully took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her pounding heart.
Gently, Stella removed herself and Scully groaned audibly at the feeling. They stayed that way for a moment while their breathing calmed.
"I- I don't actually have words," Scully said quietly.
Stella smiled, "Actions speak louder than words anyway."
Scully took a deep breath and Stella took her hand back. Feeling overtly confident, Scully captured the blonde's hand and took it into her mouth, her tongue washing over the tangy digits. Stella hummed in approval and Scully decided that she'd thank her the best way that she could. When she removed Stella's fingers from her mouth with a small noise, Scully grabbed the blonde gently by the shoulders and pushed her down onto the bed, similar to the position she'd just been in.
Scully placed feather light kissed on the pale skin of her mate and paused to look at the faint lipstick marks on Stella's skin. Once she reached the neatly cropped curls, she turned her head to the side and saw the faint marks she'd been warned about. Given the depth and angle of them, Scully knew exactly what they were and turned away from them. Hesitantly, she slipped her tongue out to get just a taste.
With confident hands, Scully pushed Stella's thighs apart, pushing her knees flush against the blanket. The petite mews coming from Gibson were alluring and downright desperate. Scully dipped down and ran her tongue up and down Stella's entrance. With hands still pinning her legs down, Scully continued her ministrations until she felt Gibson's body stiffen.
"May I-" Stella moaned instead of finishing the question.
Scully raised an eyebrow and sat back on her heels - this was not what she had expected. "May you what?"
"May I come?"
"No, you may not."
Stella's eyes flew open in surprise. She sat up and looked up at Scully, who just smiled and shrugged.
"You said you like to be dominated. I make the rules now."
The blonde pursed her lips and moved taut against Scully, their eyes mere inches apart.
"I may not have a say, but please for the love of God fuck me soon." Stella commanded. She did not plead, however Scully saw the faintest hint of desperation in her eyes.
"Not used to your prey fighting back?" Scully teased stepping off of the bed.
"Not quite," Stella admitted. "Most of my partners are pretty intimidated by me.
"Lay back on the bed. Touch yourself. Show me, teach me how you like it." Dana commanded from the end of the bed. She let out a low whistle when Stella did as she was told.
The sight of the blonde on the bed with one hand between her legs and the other pinching her tumescent nipples was positively inebriating. After a few minutes of being watched Stella's limbs began to jerk in a familiar medley again. Scully reunited with her and took control of the ministrations.
"May I please?" Stella tried again, her tone nearing desperation.
"Yes you may. You've been so obedient." Scully praised with a wink.
Stella's body went rigid then fluid and she came down from her release. Scully climbed back onto the bed and laid down next to her, not quite touching. They laid there, fingers ghosting over each other, letting their bodies settle down.
After a half hour or so, Stella rolled over and played with a lock of Scully's hair.
"I don't let guests stay the night, which is a personal policy, and I already know you're not going to get too attached. So, I have a choice for us."
"What?" Scully was intrigued.
"Do you want to share shower and go for a burger? Or would you rather we order in and continue the fun?"
"I don't have any clothes with me, other than my work attire. I normally keep a change in my car but -"
"Just borrow something of mine. It gives me a chance to see you again before I leave."
"I could use a shower, and I do know a diner with good burgers."
"I'll run us a bath first, just a moment." Stella rose off the bed and padded towards the bathroom.
Scully watched her leave and stared up at the swirls printed on the ceiling. She expected guilt to creep into her thoughts immediately after, but the guilt did not come.
This was not an act of retribution to Mulder nor was it a fucked-up way to cope. This was all about her. More than a one-night stand but not quite an emotional fuck. Besides, Stella was leaving soon. Scully was more amazed at the allure this woman carried, normally she would not fall to such wiles. Oh well, it was not to be dwelled upon. She couldn't change what had happened and she refused to regret it.
The faint scent of Lavender permeated the room and Scully knew that her bath was ready.
She'd catch up with Jane tomorrow and explain what had happened. Hopefully she'd wake up in time for work. Although based upon the the bar, most of the Homicide department were going to be feeling their nights as well.
But none of them shared a night with Stella Gibson with the promise of bacon cheeseburgers. So, Scully considered it a win.
When Scully woke the next morning, she was confused for a moment at how dark it was outside. With a quick look around, she remembered the night before and flushed scarlet to match the "A" she could imagine on her chest. The clock read 6 a.m., no wonder it was still dark.
She felt around the padded blanket and found the bed empty and cold. Curious, she rolled over, groaning at the protest her over-worked body gave. A single envelope laid on the pillow that just hours ago Stella Gibson had fallen onto, breathless and sweaty.
Scully opened the letter, dread pooling in the pit of her stomach.
Dana,
Do not be alarmed when you wake and I am gone. Keep the clothes; a memory of our union as I will never forget you. Before you ask, I was sent to you by a friend. I was to deliver a message to you. I was not sent to bed you, so please do not feel used. I was simply too taken with you to pass up the opportunity - your beauty transcends the photo on file. I have not lied to you, and the Stella you were with yesterday was myself - not a charade.
I was sent to tell you that your dearest friend, by the name Fox is just fine. Your friend George Hale - posing at a High School librarian - was sent by your former Assistant Director. Walter Skinner is the one who contacted me, we go back a while. William is safe, the librarian is his legal guardian - I do not know how that came to be. However, Walter has assured me that you are wise enough to not act impulsively on this matter. I know you said the opposite to me last night, and I understand that those are two separate sides of you, but love is fickle. I will not contact you again, for safety's sake and because I doubt that you want to hear from me right now. Please do understand that I was sent to speak to you, and that is all. I have attached my email in case you have questions or if you ever need a drink in London. I know Mulder, and have for years. I hope you are able to reunite with your partner, he really is a charming fellow. I wish the best for you Dana Scully, for you are too rare to be among simple jewels.
-Stella
Scully gasped as tears pooled in her eyes. How could someone know these things and tell her afterwards in such a detached manner? She was relieved that William and Mulder were safe, however she felt ridiculously vulnerable as she dressed in the outfit of Stella's she'd borrowed. It felt like wearing the uniform of a traitor but she couldn't hate Stella for it. Business was business and pleasure was pleasure.
Scully, of all people, knew that blurring those lines could have catastrophic consequences. In fact, she'd made a life around that grey area. One question she had was how Stella knew Mulder exactly? Were they lovers as well?