Secret Fantasies I by T Bishop Rated: NC-17 Category: MSR/Lurid Fiction Content Warning: This story contains a M/F/F sexual encounter. Disclaimer: Even if Chris wanted to let his Mulder and Scully play like this FOX would never allow it. We, however, are guided only by our own consciences, which at the moment are letting our muses have free reign. Feedback: Eagerly awaited at tbishop27@mindspring.com Author's notes: Thanks to David, Shoshana, Keleka, Brigitte, Tracy, Shell and Tess for beta work, encouragement and support... as well as the candles and prayers. And, as always, to Grasshopper for keeping up the archive. You can find all our stories archived at our Web sites! Teresa's - The Literary G-Spot http://members.xoom.com/arcticfox42/Tbishop.htm or http://tbishop.freeservers.com/ SECRET FANTASIES I "Is that exciting you, Scully?" he whispered into her ear, his voice deep, raspy; sending a thrill through her. She shivered against him and tried to look away; away from the flickering display only a few feet from her. "Mulllderr..." a thread of sound, coming from her throat; she was finding it hard to breathe. More wet and aroused then she'd ever been in her life; she couldn't admit to him, didn't dare confess that this video from Mulder's famed collection of Triple X features had caused her to react in ways she never would have expected. Lying there cozied up behind her on the couch, their bodies pressed so closely together, Mulder had to have felt her body squirming with desire as she watched the tape; even as she tried to keep still, tried to hide her impassioned response. But when he started to touch her, as the couple on the television were touching - when one hand gently but firmly stroked over and over her breasts, while the other found its way beneath her skirt; fingers probing until at last they'd reached her center... the truth could no longer be denied. "Jesus, Scully, you're so wet. This video's really doing it for you, isn't it, sweetheart?" Her cheeks, already flushed with excitement, now burned even hotter with embarrassment. The combination of emotions had her head spinning, her heart racing, her respirations fast and unsteady. Closing her eyes, Scully tried to shut out the images on the screen, but she found herself lost even deeper in the forbidden fantasy as Mulder continued to whisper seductive offerings and tease her body with his mercilessly skilled hands. "I'll bet you're imagining yourself doing those things and it's making you crazy, isn't it? It's making me crazy picturing you like that... with another woman. The two of you touching each other... kissing... tongues exploring - everywhere." She drew in a sudden breath at hearing him speak the words, as if he'd just revealed her most secret fantasy for all the world to hear. "Tell me, Scully, have you ever?" A tight shake of her head was all she could manage, shuddering in his arms as his long fingers slipped back and forth, over and around her sensitive clit. "But you'd like to, wouldn't you?" Eden's snake had surely not been as seductive as Mulder at that moment. "Mulder," she whispered, "Do we have to talk about this?" They'd only recently given in to years of longing and consummated their relationship, and since then almost every night was spent together, exploring each other sexually. But what she was feeling right now was something new to her, a surprising and unsettling discovery about herself. She wasn't at all sure what to make of it. Didn't know how she felt about it, how to accept it. What it meant. And she wasn't at all sure that she liked the idea of it... "Don't be shy with me, Scully. Tell me the truth. Is that your secret fantasy?" He nodded at the picture flickering in the darkness a few feet away. She allowed herself to watch again, her breath hitching in her throat. The scene had changed now; the two previous women were gone. This new scene had a man holding a woman in his arms, kissing her, caressing her very tenderly, while at the same time encouraging a second woman to make love to the first. Scully started to tremble. She was too exposed. Mulder wanted it all, every bit of her. She should have known it would be like this with him. No secrets. He had to know everything about her now that they were lovers. For Scully, a very private person by nature, this new intimacy was frightening. She didn't dare try and keep the truth from him though; Mulder would have seen it as a betrayal of trust - an unforgivable sin in his book. But right now she wished to God Mulder wouldn't make her admit to THIS. "Would you like me to hold you like that? Hold you and not let you go while some woman has her way with you?" "Oh, God, Mulder," she groaned, not sure how much more of this she could take. Her body was flushed with new heat and she could feel her legs start to tremble. "Come on, baby, your secret's safe with me. Tell me. Would it get you off? Look at that. She's probably never done it with a woman either. That's why he's holding her... so she can't get away, can't escape from her own secret fantasy." Scully's sex was throbbing under Mulder's proficient ministrations. She was so close to coming... so close. "You want it, just like that - don't you? Tell me, Scully. Tell me," he demanded, his voice a deep rumble that traveled through every nerve and synapse in her overwrought body. "Yes," she finally whispered, breathlessly, shocked by her own admission. The utterance of that single word and the overpowering imagery her confession suddenly provoked - herself helpless in Mulder's arms while someone else, another woman, made love to her - pushed Scully right over the edge. She came hard, convulsing in his embrace, the pulsing ecstasy stealing every last bit of her reserve. "YES! OH GOD... MULDER! YES!" she cried out loud. ************************************************** All that next day at work, Scully tried not to feel self-conscious with each glance Mulder threw her way. Still, every time he looked at her she felt completely naked with nowhere to hide. Up until last night, their personal relationship had not caused a problem at the office. In fact, it had actually made things easier - eliminating the sexual tension that had tormented them for years. Now they were able to work side by side during the day with very little distraction, knowing that they would be sharing a bed together at night. But this time it was different. Mulder had found his way past all of her defenses last evening. He'd gotten her to reveal something very private, something she would have preferred to keep hidden from him and everyone else - even herself. It left her feeling vulnerable. And even though he'd encouraged her wanton behavior, Scully couldn't help but wonder what Mulder thought of her now - now that she'd shown him a side of herself that many, if not most, would consider scandalous. That she, the very proper and restrained Agent Scully, was not just turned on by the idea of being made love to by both sexes, but fantasized about situations with more than one lover at a time. Okay, maybe 'scandalous' was too strong a word - after all it wasn't like she would ever act on such impulses - but certainly this wasn't the kind of thing that would be expected of someone like her. He never said a word about it all day, however; never treated her any differently than he had before she'd admitted to such decadent yearnings. By quitting time she'd gotten over the notion that Mulder had even given it a second thought. After all, it was HIS video, and a well-watched one at that, judging from the poor condition of the tape. She was making too much of it, Scully told herself. Mulder probably wasn't nearly as shocked by it as she was. They'd go home, have a quiet dinner together, and maybe she'd convince Mulder to give up the TV for the night and take a long hot soak in the tub with her. Scully smiled as she gathered her things to go, thinking about luxuriating in that warm sudsy water, Mulder's strong arms wrapped around her and his sexy voice tickling her ear with naughty suggestions. To avoid fueling the office gossip she and Mulder continued to drive separate cars to and from work, even though they now spent every night together. Weeknights at Mulder's place, because it was closer to the office, Friday through Sunday night they stayed at her place because, let's face it, Georgetown was a hell of a lot more fun than Alexandria. It was Thursday. She used her key to let herself in. He was already home and the apartment was alive with the rich, sensual cadence of soft jazz playing on the stereo. Mulder met her not two steps inside the door, welcoming her with a slow, deep kiss that left her feeling lightheaded and weak in the knees. She wondered, as he took her keys and briefcase and set them aside and helped her off with her jacket, if his kisses would always have that effect on her. God, she hoped so... for that feeling was addictive and she wanted nothing more than to experience it time and time again, with Mulder. "Okay, G-woman, hand over the gun." Scully grinned and removed her holster, presenting it to Mulder who hung it on a coat hook next to his own. As they walked from the foyer into the living room, he followed close behind her, massaging the muscles in her shoulders and neck. The stresses of her day began to melt away, her body relaxing in his capable hands. Scully kicked off her shoes and leaned back against him, sighing as he wrapped her in a loving hug. "I've got a surprise for you, sweetheart," he told her softly. Turning her head to look up at him, Scully raised a questioning brow. "A surprise?" He nodded, gazing down at her tenderly. "I'm going to make your secret fantasy come true." Her eyes widened and she pulled out of his embrace, facing him directly. "What do you mean?" she asked suspiciously, fearfully. "There's someone I'd like you to meet." He extended his hand to her, wanting to lead her into the bedroom. Scully took a step backwards and froze, her heart suddenly beating double time. "Come on," he urged her gently, reaching for her hand. "Mulder, no!" Scully shook her head at him. He couldn't be serious! She took another step back, and then another; suddenly finding herself up against the wall. Mulder merely smiled and moved into her personal space, as usual. "Don't be afraid," he told her, stepping closer and pulling her into his arms. "You'll like this. I promise. It'll be just like the video, only you'll get to do more than just watch and pretend." He tunneled soothing fingers through her hair, trying to calm her. She shook her head vigorously against his hand. "Mulder, I can't... no." But even as she objected Scully found herself reluctantly aroused by the idea that Mulder had arranged for some other woman to join them tonight. "Why can't you?" He nuzzled her ear as he whispered the question. "Because... it's not me. It's not who I am." "But last night -" "I don't know what got into me last night. Whatever it was, that's not me, Mulder. You know that! Can't you just forget about it? I want to forget about it." God, how that was true. It scared her to have feelings like these. She wanted to deny them. Wanted them to go away. "Please," she pleaded with him; fear of the unknown shining in the eyes she raised to him. Mulder sighed, clearly disappointed. "I'm not going to force this on you. If it's something you really don't want to do then it's not going to happen. But if you're just afraid to let go, afraid to give in to what you really want... I won't accept that from you, Scully. Never. I want you to realize your deepest sexual desires - all of them. I want to fulfill them for you." His breath was hot against her cheek, adding to the flush of excitement already heating her skin. Scully's eyes fluttered closed as he continued to speak to her in the same seductive voice he'd used on her the night before. "You know you want this. I can see it, feel it - how excited you've become just thinking about it. There's nothing to be afraid of. She's an old friend of mine. She's very nice. You'll like her." Scully shivered, felt a tear threatening, confused and afraid but unable to ignore that she did feel a strong temptation. "I'm a little thrown by this, Mulder." Her voice was shaky, mixed with nervous laughter. "God... I can't believe you want to actually do this." He took her face in his hands, using thumbs to wipe the tears away from the corners of her eyes. "Look at me, Scully," he commanded, and she obeyed - gazing up at him through wet lashes. "The decision is yours." Mulder's piercing stare left her with no place to hide. He would know if she lied to him - lied to herself - about what she really wanted to do. She felt exposed and vulnerable - and very, very shaky. Melissa would have laughed at her for being such a baby. Scully remember how shocked she was when her older sister admitted to her that she'd been involved in a relationship with a man and a woman that summer she'd run off to California. Missy defended their behavior on the grounds that they were all consenting adults and nobody was being hurt by what they were doing. Dana had argued that her sister's hedonistic lifestyle was a little too uninhibited for her tastes - although she'd been secretly intrigued. Intrigued... God. She'd actually given it semi-serious thought, back then. She had forgotten all about it; about the curiosity; the wondering... Before she realized what she was doing, she had nodded her assent to Mulder. Her trembling hand shot up to her mouth in astonishment... 'Oh my God, oh my God, what am I doing?' Scully buried her blushing face against Mulder's chest and he wrapped his arms around her, smoothing his hands over her back to comfort her as she cried tears of mortification and shame. "Shh... It's okay, Scully. I'll be right there with you. It's going to be incredible, baby. You'll see." She nodded, trying to get a grip on herself, but her stomach was alive with butterflies as Mulder started to guide her toward the bedroom... Scully wasn't quite sure what she'd expected, but it certainly wasn't what she saw when she walked through the door of Mulder's bedroom. "Hi," the petite brunette said, getting up from Mulder's bed where she'd been relaxing with a glass of wine and thumbing through a magazine. She offered Scully her hand and a warm smile. "I'm Lisa. You must be Dana." She's very pretty, Scully thought, young - maybe thirty - a tiny but shapely figure much like her own, short dark hair and big, soulful brown eyes... For the first time in her life Scully found herself checking out another woman as a potential sexual partner; it felt very strange. She swallowed over the lump in her throat and forced herself to take Lisa's hand. "Hi." The other woman regarded her sympathetically. "Your hands are ice cold." "Sorry," she apologized tensely. "Here." Lisa gave Scully her glass of Cabernet. "You need this more than I do, sweetie." And then she brushed past Scully and gave Mulder a quick but provocative kiss on the lips. A twinge of jealousy stabbed at Scully as she remembered exactly what it was that they were all - all three of them - about to do. She'd been so nervous about what it was going to be like having sex with another woman, she'd forgotten all about the fact that Mulder would be having sex with her too! "She's gorgeous, just like you said," Lisa admitted intimately to Mulder, and he leaned over and whispered something back that couldn't be overheard but caused her to look at Scully with an appreciative smirk. 'Oh God.' Without stopping for air, Scully downed the entire glass of wine Lisa had given her, eyes seeking out the rest of the bottle even as she drank. She spotted it, along with two more glasses, setting atop the dresser - a private party intended for three... For Godsake, she didn't even know this woman Mulder had invited into their bed! Mulder took the empty glass from Scully's hand and she followed right on his heels as he went to pour drinks for all of them, whispering to him her concern. "How well do you know her?" "It's okay, Scully. She's clean. I promise," he assured her quietly. Sneaking a quick look back over her shoulder, Scully watched Lisa light some candles that had been newly set out on the night stand. "Have you done this with her before?" Mulder didn't answer right away and she immediately felt guilty for asking. He handed Scully her wine and took a sip of his own, avoiding her steady gaze. "Yes," he told her simply, offering no other information than that. Then he left her and walked over to Lisa with the other glass of wine. As she watched them in quiet conversation, Scully felt a resurgence of jealousy. When, she wondered? And with whom else? For a man who insisted on knowing all HER deepest secrets and most private thoughts, there was apparently a lot about Fox Mulder she didn't know. At that moment Scully swore to herself she was going to find out, everything, every last detail. Especially if Mulder's secrets involved menage a trois rendezvous and women whom he called 'old friends' that were more than 'friends' and certainly not 'old.' Mulder finished talking to Lisa and Scully's apprehension intensified as he began moving toward her with purpose - and in the background Lisa turned out the lights and started to undress. 'Jesus, what was I thinking, agreeing to this?' Scully thought to herself, feeling the panic begin to rise inside her in a flash of anxiety. As she brought the glass again to her lips to drink, even in the dimly lit room, Scully could see how badly her hands were shaking. Mulder could see too. He stood there watching her finish off the last few sips of her wine; then took the crystal stem from her trembling fingers and set both their glasses out of the way. "Relax, baby," he whispered to her, the palm of one large hand cradling Scully's cheek. She looked up at him, her blue eyes brimming with uncertainty. "There's nothing to be afraid of," he told her. "This is what you wanted, remember?" What she wanted... What she wanted was to run like hell. "Mulder, I don't know if I can go through with this." "Un uh." He shook his head. "I'm not letting you chicken out, Scully. I told you, I'm going to make your fantasy come true. I want to make all your fantasies come true." "I appreciate that, Mulder. I really do, but -" "Nope." Pressing two fingers to her lips to silence her, Mulder shook his head once again. "You're going through with it, Scully. The decision has been made. I won't let you back out now." Scully found herself aroused by Mulder's insistence, a thrill and a shudder running through her as she looked into his eyes and saw the strength of his resolve. And maybe it was the two glasses of Cabernet on an empty stomach starting to have their effect, but Scully found herself calming down - the butterflies settling to just an occasional nervous flutter. 'I trust him,' she reminded herself. And she nodded, the sides of her mouth curling up into the barest hint of a smile. Without another word to her, Mulder brought his hand down from her cheek to join his other hand in slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Lisa came toward them, her nude body gleaming softly in the candlelight. Scully's breath caught in her throat as she found herself facing a woman this completely revealed to her. It was the strangest feeling, knowing a woman wanted her in this way. And she couldn't decide whether to be flattered or very upset... Lisa came closer, reaching out one slender hand to assist Mulder as he carefully undressed Scully, who took a deep, shaky breath and tried to focus on him. Impossible, however - to ignore the other pair of hands unzipping and removing her skirt - trailing seductive fingers down the length of her legs - removing her pantyhose - soft, gentle feminine hands - touching her bare skin in the most sensuous way. Mulder watched closely as Lisa's hands smoothed over Scully, lingering here and there on her naked flesh. Intently observing her reaction to the other woman's touch; the trembling she couldn't control; the gasp and shiver which rippled through her body when Lisa pressed a soft kiss to Scully's inner thigh. The way she responded, almost against her will, as if she couldn't help it... God. She couldn't avoid it; couldn't ignore the darkened hazel eyes of her partner; the heated look of pure lust he revealed, as he watched the last bit of clothing float away from her body. And when Scully stood nude before him, she took her first initiative of the night - and winding her fingers through Lisa's, she guided both of them to Mulder's side, and as one they began to remove his clothes. Warm and slender female hands, cooperating toward the same goal... and his dress shirt and slacks; expensive tie - boxer shorts and socks, all were peeled away from his taut body. In the full length mirror that hung on the wall by the closet, Scully caught the reflection of the three of them standing there naked, bathed in the glow of candlelight, about to give themselves to a night of absolute self-indulgence. She was mesmerized by the sight - three aroused bodies about to commit a sin she wouldn't dare confess to her priest. She knew she should put a stop to it; surely she would regret it if she didn't - but Scully was so provoked by what she saw in that mirror, for her there was no turning back. She turned away from the mirror and met the tender gaze of her lover; the only lover she had ever really wanted... and the thought of allowing another person to touch her as intimately scared her. The knowledge that it was a woman... truly frightening. Scully closed her eyes and let herself be guided. 'Don't think, Dana... don't think.' It quickly became her personal litany. Mulder led them all to the bed, the pulsating rhythm of jazz spilling in from the other room, and the dancing firelight providing a sensuous milieu for their erotic encounter. He lay down first, pulling Scully after him, cradling her in his arms and kissing her mouth so softly, so seductively, she ached for more of him. Lisa waited, preferring for the moment the role of voyeur, picking up her glass of wine from the night stand and sipping at it while she watched Mulder tease Scully with kisses that were barely there and touches that left her hot and yearning... foreplay designed to stir but not to satisfy. He was making Scully crazy with desire, hungry to the point that she would do anything to sate her need. 'So evil,' she thought, knowing full well why he was doing it - but God... she didn't want him to stop. Mulder soon had her so thoroughly entranced that Scully didn't notice Lisa had joined them on the bed. It wasn't until she felt the baby-soft heat of another body touching hers from behind that Scully woke up the other woman's presence now intimately close. She closed her eyes in nervous anticipation of what was about to happen... as Lisa placed a string of delicate kisses along her neck. Overwhelmed by the combined efforts of two lovers - unable to resist the secret longings she'd tried so hard to deny; a helpless slave to her once hidden passion; she hummed from the sheer pleasure of it all. "That's it, Scully, let go," Mulder's gentle voice came to her through the darkness. She wanted to obey him. She worried about obeying him. But she felt so safe in Mulder's arms; protected, cherished... how could she not obey this man's every command? Yet a part of her wanted nothing more than to push Lisa from their bed, and demand that she disappear. But the momentarily-stronger half reached out a trembling hand, attempting to touch this other woman; reached out, but fell a bit short - then retreated shyly, and tucked itself into her side. She buried her hot cheeks again, in Mulder's chest; felt him chuckle gently against her blushes. He urged her to turn toward Lisa, whispering to her to open her mind to the opportunity afforded her. Looking up at her partner, Scully sought a final bit of reassurance and found the heart and the soul of the one she'd always trusted, there in his heated gaze. He was making this so easy for her; love and encouragement mixed in equal parts with his own desire, all of it silently conveyed through his beautiful hazel eyes. Very slowly, Scully shifted in Mulder's arms until she was lying flat on her back between him and Lisa; and she watched, not without a touch of envy, the two of them lean over her to share a lingering kiss. It didn't trouble her as much as she would have thought. She tried to feel jealousy that he was kissing someone else in this way... but then she realized that however passionate this kiss appeared to be, it fell short of the depth of emotion and caring which her and Mulder's kisses could conjure - and that was fine... just fine. As their lips parted Lisa offered Mulder the last sip of wine from her glass; which he took from her but instead of drinking it, dipped one long finger into the crimson liquid, and then traced it over the fullness of Scully's bottom lip... The other woman smiled and leaned in; her mouth hovering for an excruciating moment just above Scully's, before she finally went the rest of the way and tasted the glistening droplets... ...and Scully's waiting lips. Lisa's breath was sweet with Cabernet and Scully's excitement grew when the other woman pressed to deepen the kiss, her tongue seeking entrance, and upon Scully's timid acceptance, sliding in and exploring in the gentlest of ways. "Mmmm..." The experience - or rather, her own reaction - took Scully by surprise. She enjoyed it more than she ever imagined she would. There was something incredibly erotic about Lisa's tenderness... the softness of her lips... the pleasing scent of jasmine that adorned her silky skin... feminine... delicate... beautiful... sexy as hell... Was that really her hand tangled in Lisa's hair, stopping her from pulling away? 'God... oh, God!' She couldn't believe the depth of want and need she was experiencing from just one kiss. Eventually Lisa broke free, trailing soft kisses over her heated cheek and down her arched neck, then pulled slowly away; leaving Scully lying there, her body on fire... aching to be touched - any touch, anywhere - Lisa's, Mulder's - just somebody... 'God, please, somebody touch me!' And then Lisa followed Mulder's lead and dipped her finger into the last of the wine, christening the hardened peaks of Scully's nipples, methodically outlining each rosy pink circle with dark burgundy red. Ignoring Scully's writhing body, her back arching off the mattress - and the sighing moans she couldn't contain - Mulder and Lisa savored her wine-flavored skin; mouths caressing, tongues teasing her, until Scully was sure she was going out of her mind. When her cries became pleading, Mulder took pity on her. Settling back against the headboard, he positioned Scully between his legs, her head resting against his shoulder. There was no hesitation on Lisa's part, as Mulder wrapped his legs around Scully's, trapping her...exposing her. Lisa advanced slowly, her eyes holding Scully, a determined yet reassuring smile on her lips as she rested between Scully's thighs and slipped her hands underneath her hips, sending one last sweet smile her way before she lowered her mouth to Scully's curls. She blew a tiny breath across the red-gold silk; Scully shuddered helplessly as she felt the first touch of Lisa's warm mouth. Full lips rubbing at her delicate outer flesh, hands warmly cupping her rounded cheeks... then an achingly gentle tongue, so unbelievably tender that it felt more like a dream - probing carefully, slowly; allowing her to accustom herself to the unreality of this very real act. Scully arched back against Mulder's warmth, and moaned. Her final acceptance was all Lisa needed to know - and she deepened the kiss, holding Scully more tightly - probing her more deeply - setting her afire. It was all Mulder could do to control her, to keep Scully somewhat subdued. He clamped a hand over her mouth to quiet her, holding her tight, her body quivering and jumping, struggling under Lisa's skillful manipulations. "Easy, baby, it's going to happen. It's going to be so good," he promised her. Scully whimpered. This was too much. The way he was holding her; feeling his erection throbbing against her back; Lisa's tongue - 'God!' She was right on the edge... so close... and Lisa - 'DAMN HER' - she was holding her there. She knew... knew exactly how to do it... keep her right there on the edge. Scully's whole body was shaking, desperate for release. 'Jesus... sweet Jesus... Please!' It was torture... it was ecstasy. She wanted it to end; she would die if it ended too soon. She was loving every agonizing minute of it... every single tug and lick was slowly flaying her from deep inside. "Is this it? Is this it, Scully? Is this your fantasy?" Mulder's hands were holding her breasts, talented fingers rubbing at her nipples... Lisa had slipped two equally talented fingers inside of her, finding just the right spot deep within and rubbing back and forth slowly - so slowly - as her mouth and tongue went deeper... just right, so incredibly right. 'GODOHGODOHGOD...!!!' Mulder didn't even try to muffle her scream this time. Surely the neighbors were going to think someone was being killed. But, Jesus, it was so good. Let them call the police... It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except this. So good; never felt anything so good... They didn't even wait for her to finish... no rest... just more. Mulder slid her forward onto her hands and knees, swiftly entering her wet heat; walls swollen, still pulsating from her climax as he pierced her. Filling her up; he always filled her to the brim. 'Yes, so good...' Did she say the words out loud? Didn't matter... It always felt perfect when he was inside her. And then he leaned over and whispered against her ear, "Be a good girl, Scully, and give to Lisa what she gave to you... for me; I want to see it. I want to see you please her." Lisa had moved onto her back and had already positioned herself for Scully; as Mulder began to gently rock against her from behind, Scully lowered herself onto her elbows and slid her hands around Lisa's slender hips, pulling her close. With Lisa's hands guiding Scully's head down the rest of the way, it was easier than she'd thought; to cover the soft female flesh with her lips, exploring such an unknown place. Mulder and Lisa groaned simultaneously when Scully reciprocated Lisa's kindness from a moment ago. Very quickly Scully found herself building toward another orgasm. So unbelievably erotic... the three of them... Lisa's fingers combing through her hair - clutching - whispering to her that it felt so wonderful; she was so wonderful at this; Scully's tongue savoring for the first time the arousal of another woman... salty... smoky... buttery... rich and seductive. Above the silent roaring in her head Scully heard Mulder tell her what to do. "Like a mouth, Baby; kiss it like a mouth - it IS a mouth for you, sweet and good and needy - oh, Jesus, you feel amazing -" He held tightly to her hips as he struggled for control, to continue the slow, deep penetrations; almost impossible when all he wanted to do was to let go and pound into her as hard as he could until he exploded. And Scully obeyed, her eyes closed, a mental video of the act itself running slow and easy past her closed lids, as she sensuously kissed the tender heart of another woman. It was Lisa who climaxed first, a sharp gasp, her body quaking, then going quiet and still. Scully looked up at her and received a weak and sated smile in appreciation for the deeply satisfying release. And the knowledge that she'd brought another woman to orgasm was so intensely provocative that Scully again found herself tumbling over that edge, her second climax hitting hard as Mulder continued to move within her; slow, deliberate strokes - yet tender beyond belief. "Ohhh... GODDDD!!!" she cried, her head falling exhausted, to rest a flushed cheek on the flat of Lisa's abdomen; the other woman gently smoothing strands of damp hair away from Scully's face. And then Mulder couldn't wait any longer. He took his turn, relentless thrusts replacing his once gentle strokes, faster and faster as Scully dug her nails into fisted-up bed covers and tried to brace herself against the force of his passion - Lisa all the while continuing to lovingly pet Scully's head, her brown eyes locked in a sultry stare with the dark handsome man taking such pleasure from her female lover. "Oh, Mulder. God, yes... Harder!" Scully encouraged him, her words muffled into the damp heat of Lisa's skin; knowing that when Mulder got like this - frenzied, driven - all it took was the sound of her voice to put him over that edge. She knew him so well. Scully delighted in each pulse as he spilled into her... until finally his body gave out and he collapsed, crushing her beneath his heavy weight. She couldn't breathe, but she didn't care. There were worse ways to die than suffocated between such silky, sated flesh. Lisa, however, felt compelled to be concerned for Scully; hands pushing at Mulder's shoulder hard, coaxing him off. "Fox, for Godsake, move! You're crushing Dana!" "Sorry," he murmured the word and pressed a quick kiss against Scully's nape, then rolled off, sinking back into the rumpled bedcovers. Scully took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the warm, fragrant air; the scent of seduction. The smell of sex was always a comfort; the moist warmth of it a cushioning promise. "Amazing," she whispered, lifting her head from Lisa's stomach and letting herself sink back into the pile of pillows at the top of the bed; enervated, but happily so. Lisa crawled up and fell face down in the pillows beside her, reaching out blindly to grasp Scully's hand in her own. At the moment Scully's feelings were in as much disarray as the sheets and blankets twisted beneath their three bodies. There was no denying the sheer pleasure she'd taken from the acts they'd just committed. But her Catholic upbringing had rendered her a lost cause when it came to the subject of sex; even her premarital intimacy with Mulder plagued her with guilt - although for Scully the rebellion was nearly as sweet as the deed itself. Still... how would she ever manage her conscience after her participation in something like this? And how was she going to reconcile the fact that she'd had urges of a bisexual and, what could even be considered, parasexual nature? Certainly this exploration into her darker fantasies wouldn't become a new lifestyle for her, but it did force her to confront issues about herself that would take some time to work through; become comfortable with. Mulder had pushed her to look deeper within herself than she'd ever dared before; and despite her discomfort, Scully was glad that he had. It proved that his love for her was truly unconditional. He'd willingly accepted and even encouraged her fantasy - and now she wanted more than anything to do the same for him... (To be continued in 'Secret Fantasies II')