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“Spooky Mulder?” Emily Prentiss said in disbelief, “What does he want with this case?”
“Who the fuck even knows with that guy?” her supervisor said, “Could be aliens; could be werewolves. Maybe it’s leprechauns. Just be nice to him, okay?”
Emily sighed and slumped down in her chair once her supervisor had gone. Of course she got stuck with this. She was a rookie and a woman, and often found herself at the bottom of the pecking order on both accounts. She rose from her chair when two trenchcoated figures, one tall and one short, entered the bullpen. She crossed over to greet them.
“You must be Agent Mulder,” she said, extending her hand, “I’m Emily Prentiss.”
“Fox Mulder, this is Dana Scully,” the tall man said as they both shook Emily’s hand. Emily hadn’t known anything about Mulder’s partner. She was a petite, strikingly beautiful redhead in her thirties, with stormy gray eyes and a serious expression that was slightly undercut by the adorable splash of freckles across her nose. “I thought Tom Driscoll was leading this investigation,” Mulder said.
“Yeah, uh, Agent Driscoll asked me to show you everything we’ve got,” Emily said, pushing open a door and motioning to the other agents to go through, “Right this way.” Emily’s eyes met the redheaded woman’s as she passed through the doorway. Her heart skipped a beat, and she had to stop herself from checking out this intriguing agent walking a few steps ahead of her. Keep it in your pants, Prentiss, she reminded herself, you’re a closeted FBI agent; you can’t check out hot girls at work. She tried to stay focused as she talked through the case with Scully and Mulder: seven very mysterious disappearances in seven months, and not a single concrete lead. She fought a losing battle against the urge to sneak furtive glances at Agent Scully’s chest as she leaned over the table, watched the corners of her perfect mouth turn down into a pensive scowl as she examined crime scene photos, smiled at her exaggerated eye roll when Mulder suggested a paranormal explanation, felt an ache between her thighs when Scully’s fingers brushed against hers as they both reached for the same evidence bag. Emily felt like kicking herself; she knew she wasn’t being subtle.
What Emily didn’t know was just how much Dana Scully was enjoying this. Oh, she knew that Emily was looking at her, checking her out. She could feel it in her gut and in, well, other places, too, to say the least. Usually if a woman looked at her like this it would have little to no effect on her, but Emily Prentiss…Who was this raven-haired young agent with the charming dimples and the bedroom eyes, and why did she make Dana feel like her skin might spontaneously combust?
Mulder, now satisfied with his examination of the case and the evidence, decided it was time to leave. He might have been content with his usual Irish goodbye, but Scully hung back to wrap up with Emily.
“We’re staying at the Gateway Motel off I-44,” Scully said as she wrote the details down on the back of her business card, “So if anything comes up, you know where to find us.” She smiled and handed the card over. “It was really nice meeting you, Emily.”
Emily smiled and took the card, her pulse quickening as her fingers met Dana’s once again. “Nice meeting you, too, Dana,” she said. Scully blinked, unaccustomed to hearing her given name used in a professional setting, although she had to admit she liked the way it sounded coming out of Emily’s mouth. I wonder what she’d sound like moaning it in the throes of ecstasy, Scully shocked herself with the thought. She turned and left before Emily had time to notice the flush of color rapidly spreading across her cheeks and chest.
Emily wasn’t sure what had compelled her—maybe it was the way the redhead had smiled at her, or maybe it was the electricity she’d felt when their eyes first met, or maybe it was just because she hadn’t gotten laid in a while—but she found herself knocking on the door of Dana Scully’s motel room at nine o’clock at night. The door opened, and there was Dana. She’d changed out of her work clothes, and she somehow looked even sexier in her baggy sweatshirt than in her tailored suit.
“Emily,” she said with a gentle smile, “this is a surprise.”
“I thought of something,” Emily said nervously, “This most recent victim, Helen Braithwaite—her sister said she’d just quit a job in College Hill. That’s less than five blocks from where victims three and four were last seen.”
Dana tilted her head. “You drove all the way out here to tell me that?”
Busted. Emily looked down at the ground and bit her lower lip.
Dana tossed her head back and laughed softly. She opened the door a little wider. “Why don’t you come on in, Emily?”
Once inside, Emily asked, “So is this, uh, is this a typical case in your line of work?” deliberately trying to keep the conversation light and work-related in the hopes that Dana wouldn’t notice how turned on she was.
“There’s really no such thing as a typical case in my line of work,” Dana said, motioning for Emily to sit down on the bed. Emily perched at the foot of the bed, and Dana sat straight up against the headboard, both of them wanting to keep enough distance for plausible deniability.
“Seems like a pretty cool gig, though…the X-Files,” Emily said.
“Flying across the country on a moment’s notice? Spending more nights in shitty motels than my own apartment? Never having time for a personal life? Yeah, it’s a great gig.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Emily, “All the travel, all the adventure—I think it sounds kind of fun.”
“Wanna trade?” Dana scoffed. Emily smiled. Dana smiled back. They both inched ever so slightly closer to the center of the bed.
“So, uh, your partner…” Emily began tentatively, “He doesn’t really believe in all that stuff, does he? You know, UFOs and everything?”
“Oh, he absolutely does,” Dana said emphatically.
“Do you?” Emily asked.
“I’m definitely a lot more skeptical than Mulder,” Dana said, “But…I have seen some things over the years that I just can’t explain with science.”
“Like what?” Emily asked quietly, scooting in closer to Dana.
“Like the same oddly-shaped fingerprints at two crime scenes 90 years apart,” she began as she crept closer to the curious brunette, “Like five teenage boys getting struck by lightning in the same small Oklahoma town. Like babies being born with tails.” She paused and looked at Emily’s wide eyes and parted lips. “Like a man with an uncanny ability to tell you exactly how and when you’re going to die.”
“Really?” Emily asked.
“Really,” Dana said, leaning in closer, “And…apparently I don’t.”
“Don’t what?” Emily asked, leaning in and gazing deep into Dana’s eyes.
“Die,” Dana answered, holding Emily’s gaze. They were sitting pretty close to each other by now, close enough that Emily could have counted the freckles on Dana’s nose.
“I still can’t believe that a medical doctor would end up investigating these kinds of things,” Emily said with a flirty smile.
“No less likely than an ambassador’s daughter catching criminals in Missouri, I guess,” Dana replied with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
Emily edged in closer until her knee was practically brushing against Dana’s. She shook her head, “That’s more an act of rebellion than anything else,” she joked.
Dana crept her hand forward until her fingers found Emily’s. “You’re the rebellious type, are you?” she asked coyly.
Mere inches separated Dana’s lips from Emily’s as they both held each other’s gaze intently.
“Dana,” Emily whispered, leaning in just a little closer.
“Emily,” Dana whispered back, tilting her head to just the right angle.
“Dana,” even softer.
“Emily,” barely audible.
Their lips met—slowly, tentatively at first, but the magnetic pull was just too strong, too overpowering, and the kiss became deeper, hungrier. It was passionate, and it was wild, and it was messy, and oh, god, it felt so good! Their tongues danced with each other in a tantalizing back-and-forth; their hands grasped desperately at hair, hips, knees, jaws—anything to keep them grounded as the sensation of each other’s bodies sent them both higher and higher. Dana’s fingers clenched around a fistful of jet-black hair, and she tugged just enough to make Emily gasp. She licked her way up the length of the younger woman’s snow-white neck before biting playfully at her earlobe, as Emily’s deft hands pushed the back of Dana’s sweatshirt up and began running her fingers along the redhead’s bare spine. Dana shuddered contentedly at the sensation, which only encouraged Emily to continue. When she realized Dana wasn’t wearing anything under her sweatshirt, she locked eyes with the redhead and cocked one eyebrow seductively. Dana smiled and guided Emily’s hands around her ribcage. She moaned softly at the feeling of the brunette’s hands on her breasts.
“Are we really going to do this?” Emily murmured as she gently pushed Dana down onto her back and moved to straddle her.
“I might be out of practice,” Dana breathed out between kisses as she unbuckled Emily’s belt and slipped it out of its belt loops, “I haven’t slept with a woman since my first year of medical school.”
“You’re doing great so far,” Emily purred in her ear. Dana laughed. Her laugh turned into a sigh when she felt Emily’s soft lips land on her neck. She pushed the brunette’s blazer off her shoulders and started tugging at the hem of her sweater. Emily sat up to take it off, and felt a swell of pride when she saw how Dana’s eyes widened at the sight of Emily in her red lace bra. Emily had great tits; she knew that, but something about the way this woman looked at them with such…reverence sent a rush of warmth between her thighs. She leaned back down and kissed Dana deeply and passionately, resting one leg between the redhead’s thighs. Dana arched her back at the contact, giving Emily easy access to pull her sweatshirt up over her stomach. Dana wriggled out of it the rest of the way and then lay back down, grabbing Emily’s firm ass and pulling her in closer. Emily mashed her lips into Dana’s neck, and the redhead moaned at the feeling of the warm mouth on her neck, the scratchy lace against her bare torso, and the thigh nestled between hers. Emily kept kissing further down until she was certain she was below the neckline, and sank her teeth into Dana’s collarbone. Dana whined. She felt Emily’s tongue slide into her mouth and her nimble fingers circle one of her taut nipples as she unzipped the brunette’s slacks and pushed them down over nicely toned legs. Emily kicked them off along with her socks before returning her focus to Dana’s breasts.
“Fuck,” Dana sighed as the younger woman’s teeth tugged gently at one of her nipples. She could feel herself getting incredibly wet—she hardly ever got this wet this fast when she had sex with men, but Emily just seemed to know exactly how to drive her wild. One of Emily’s hands palmed Dana’s breast while the other reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. She pulled back from the redhead just enough to hook her fingers under the waistband of her pants and underwear and pull them off. She sat back on her heels and smiled. She couldn’t imagine anything more erotic than this gorgeous woman lying naked in front of her. Her skin was flushed and her pussy wet, and she panted impatiently as she waited for Emily’s touch.
Dana couldn’t wait any longer. She sat up and grabbed the brunette’s waist. “Touch me, Emily,” she pleaded. Emily turned Dana around and positioned her on her knees, facing the headboard, with her legs spread apart. She came up behind the shorter woman and wrapped herself around her. With her left hand, she kneaded Dana’s breast and pinched her nipple. Her right hand slid down through Dana’s warm, wet folds.
“Oh, fuck, you feel so good, Dana,” Emily groaned into the redhead’s neck. Dana arched her back into Emily and hissed as the brunette began a steady rhythm against her clit. She reached a hand back to run her fingers through the soft, silky hair of the woman who was now peppering kisses all along her neck. Her other hand flew to her unoccupied breast and began mirroring the motions of Emily’s left hand. A high-pitched whine fell from her lips, and she knew she was close.
“That’s it,” Emily whispered in her ear, “Come for me, sweet girl.” Dana moaned as Emily kept rubbing her clit, drawing out her orgasm as long as possible. Emily squeezed her own thighs together; the sight of this gorgeous redhead coming apart in front of her was getting her extremely aroused, and oh, god, she was so wet already. She eased up on Dana’s clit as the older woman came down from her high. Once Dana had caught her breath, she tilted her head back and brought Emily’s lips to hers. Emily shifted back a little, and Dana turned around to face her. She tucked a lock of dark hair behind Emily’s ear and kissed her slowly and languidly.
“Why are you still wearing this?” she asked with a frown as she tugged at Emily’s bra strap. Emily chuckled and reached behind herself to unhook her bra and take it off.
“Better?” Emily asked playfully.
“You are exquisite,” Dana said, reaching up to palm Emily’s perfect breasts. Emily’s breath hitched. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, and she felt Dana’s tongue swipe over a hard nipple. The throbbing between her legs grew stronger, and she rubbed her thighs together, trying to ease some of the tension. Dana grabbed her firmly by the waist and guided her down onto the mattress.
“My turn,” she practically growled.
“Dana, that’s really okay…” Emily began.
“Shh,” Dana interrupted, “I want to make you come.” She grabbed Emily’s drenched underwear and pulled them down off her hips and over her legs. Emily whimpered as Dana’s slender fingers explored the contours of her pussy, and she caught the redhead’s lips in a searing kiss.
Dana pulled back. “I want to taste you,” she said tentatively, “Can I taste you?” Emily licked her lips and nodded. Dana shuffled down the bed and pushed the brunette’s knees apart. She buried her face in the apex of Emily’s thighs and began lapping up her juices.
“Oh, fuck,” Emily whined, “Oh, god, Dana!” Dana took Emily’s clit into her mouth and sucked hard, and Emily gripped the bedsheets and practically screamed. A finger against her g-spot sent her tumbling over the edge as her orgasm washed over her in waves of ecstasy. Dana pulled back and looked up at Emily, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Emily blinked hazily and ran her trembling fingers through ginger hair.
“Come here,” Emily whispered. Dana crawled up and lay beside Emily. She nuzzled in against the younger woman’s neck, her index finger drawing lazy circles in the valley between her breasts. Emily hummed contentedly. She wrapped her arms around the small redhead and planted a tender kiss on her brow. Dana closed her eyes and sighed. Emily reached over and turned the lamp off, then pulled the covers over both of them.
In the morning, Emily was gone. Dana knew she would be; Emily Prentiss was hardly the type to make a girl breakfast. And anyway, this wasn’t some grand romance. It was about sex; it was about animal magnetism; it was about both of them needing to scratch that itch. Dana smiled to herself when she saw Emily’s bitemark on her collarbone in the bathroom mirror. At least my shirt’ll cover it, she thought, how considerate. She finished getting ready and left the room. Mulder was already waiting for her.
He leaned against a wall and sized her up with a knowing smile. “You and Prentiss have fun last night?”
“Shut up, Mulder.”