TITLE:   Conhouse - Chapter Four
e-mail Address:  ErinStone1@aol.com
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY:  Scully/Slash
SPOILERS: None
Keywords:  Scully Slash/Other Romance
Summary:  none

Disclaimer: Fox, Chris Carter and 1013 own them ALL, ***except Lena Conhouse,
she's mine, and of course, Wanda, who is mine in the literal sense.***

Comments are welcomed. Please send them to ErinStone1@AOL.com

When Scully walked through her apartment door she immediately noticed the
message light on her answering machine flashing.  She set down her bag and
walked over to hit the play button.

...Beep... "It's me. I have 3 files here that I'm going to bring to Lena's but
I wanted to talk to you about them before we get over there. I'm in the
office, call me when you get home." She could feel his excitement through the
answering machine.

She had picked up the phone and dialed the office in the middle of Mulder's
message. She was curious about the files he had picked, wondering if
Samantha's was among them...

The message machine continued on:

...Beep... "Hi..."

At the sound of Lena's voice Scully pulled the phone away from her ear and hit
the 'phone' button on it to hang up.

"I'm calling to say...  I guess I don't know what I'm calling to say..." Lena
laughed softly. "Hurry ... just... hurry."

There was a soft click as she hung up.

Scully smiled, closing her eyes.  An "ohhhhhhhh" escaped her, riding out of
her lips on a deep sigh.

She pressed the play button on her machine, quickly deleting Mulder's message
and listened again to Lena's.  

She sat on the couch, staring at nothing while the answering machine whirled
briefly.

When she had left Lena's earlier no words were exchanged between them. Lena
was still on the couch when Scully had come back upstairs, and she had been
wearing the same expression Scully was wearing now. Stunned, in a way. Now she
knew what Lena was feeling. A high-octane crush kind of feeling, like her
synapses were overloaded and now simply numb with... want. 

There was a knock at the door.  She knew it was Mulder. She walked to the
door, checking the peephole before opening it.

"Hey Scully."  He was smiling broadly. "I was on my way back to Lena's so I
thought I'd just stop here on the way... "

"Come on in."

"Just get home?"


"Yeah. Do you want some coffee?"

"That'd be great."

She walked to the kitchen with Mulder on her heels.

"Mulder, I want to talk to you about Lena.  I think we need to be careful with
her."

"What do you mean?"

"I know that the prospect of her gift, her insights, could have an untold
impact on the X-files. But I think we need to be cautious not to take
advantage of her abilities. She has put a tremendous amount of faith in us
Mulder, and I don't want her to be hurt."

"I don't want to hurt her either Scully, but think of the light she could shed
on our work..." he looked frustrated, waving a handful of files in the air to
make his point.

"Listen," Scully sighed and faced him,  "I'm not saying that you, we,
shouldn't ask her to help us with our cases, old and new. What I'm saying is
that we need to keep in mind that she =lives= all of these crimes. She was
there as that woman was being taken apart in that bath tub Mulder, she could
feel what the victim felt." Her tone was insistent, she wanted him to realize
that he would be asking Lena to relive dying... possibly over and over. "It
may be that she needs to be in the presence of a body to feel the violence,
but I don't know if that's the case. It may not be. I think until we know the
impact that this replaying of violence causes Lena, we should stick to cases
that don't involve death."

Mulder looked at her for a second, then nodded, reluctantly. "Well... I guess
I need to go back to the office and find something a little tamer than the
batch I have with me now."

Scully took the files and quickly scanned their labels, finding the one she
wanted and pulled it from the bunch. "Take this one Mulder."  It was
Samantha's file.

"Scully..." Mulder looked wary.

"You can explain it to Lena, and what you can't explain you can visualize and
she'll be able to feel it, believe me."

"Do a little experimenting this morning?"  

"You could say that." Scully knew that he would miss the gist of her comment.
She was certain that he was oblivious to the chemistry working between Lena
and herself.

"Well, Samantha is alive, or so I've been led to believe."

Scully gave him a gentle smile. "Take it Mulder." 

He smiled back at her.  

"Now, I need a shower." She crossed the room and picked up her bag.

"Okay, well, I'm going to steal a cup of coffee and go back to the office,
maybe get a couple of files that fit the 'non-death' criteria."

"No fluke men..." She yelled over her shoulder as she walked down the hall to
her bedroom.

"Right."





Scully was surprised that she had beaten Mulder to Lena's house. It must be
taking him a long time to find some case files that didn't involve death...

She grabbed her overnight bag out of the trunk and walked the flower-lined
path to Lena's door.  Through the glass she could see Lena at the dining room
table. Wanda was lying across her bare feet. Her full hair was pulled back in
a loose twist, held in place with a hair clip. She was writing in a checkbook,
paying bills Scully assumed. She had a pair of glasses perched at the end of
her nose - small rectangular lenses with thick black frames. Lena was wearing
a bikini top tied at her neck and back, and what appeared to be a pair of
jeans. Scully stared at her a moment longer before knocking. 

She knocked lightly and Lena looked up over her glasses toward the door.
Scully decided that she liked those glasses... a lot. Lena waved her hand for
Scully to come in and Wanda padded over to get a sniff.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"I hurried."

Lena smiled, "I'm glad."

"Paying bills?"

"Yep, gotta get the last of Mr. Spiegel's kids through college."

"So you're the patron saint of catalogue mogul's huh?"

"You bet."

Lena got up from the table and slid her fingertips into the back pockets of
her jeans. Scully could feel the hot blood race through her system. Lena's
jeans hung very low on her hips, her stomach was flat and her hips flared
seductively. And, although she couldn't have been much taller than Scully, she
seemed to be all leg.

"Can I take your bag?"

Scully swallowed. "No, but you can come down to your room with me while I put
it away."

Lena bit her bottom lip, slowly reaching to remove her glasses and set them on
the dining table. She extended her arm toward the steps. "After you."

"Go ahead," she cocked her eyebrow at Lena, tilting her head slightly, "I'm
enjoying the view."

A blush rose in Lena's cheeks, and she turned to walk down the steps. Scully
followed, letting her eyes linger over the other woman's bare neck, the smooth
planes of her back, the jeans that hugged her body.

They walked into the bedroom. Lena turned to face her. Scully dropped her bag
where she stood and they stared into each other's eyes.

"Mulder could be here any minute." Scully said.

"Then I shouldn't be standing here in my bedroom with you looking at me like
that."

Scully smiled. "I can't seem to help it Lena, the way you look..."

"I could say the same." 


Scully was happy she had chosen the tight jeans and the simple white tee
shirt. They were having their desired effect. 

"Lena... I..."

Lena closed the distance between them. She never took her eyes from Scully's.
Her fingers came to Scully's face and she let her fingertips graze over her
lips lightly. 

"I can't keep my eyes off you Dana- and it's getting harder to keep my hands
off as well."

Her fingers were shaking slightly as they made there way down Scully's throat
to the vee neck of her tee shirt. Her hands came down to her sides and she
reached for Scully's, holding both of them in her own. Scully kept her eyes
open slightly as Lena gently pressed their lips together. Her hands squeezed
the other woman's and she pulled them toward her in an effort to not break the
contact. Their lips came together over and over, soft against soft, never
fully separating between the sweet contact. Scully let go of Lena's hands and
held her by the waist, the feel of bare skin setting her senses on fire.
Lena's fingers again came to Scully's mouth. She slid them between their
kisses, using them to pull Scully's bottom lip down slightly, so she could
lick at it with the tip of her tongue. Her free hand went to Scully's neck,
then through the hair at the back of her head.

Scully was drowning. She loved the way this woman touched her, the feel of her
fingers and tongue. She let her hands come around to the front of Lena's body,
to the soft warm skin of her stomach, up over her breast. She felt the nipple
and was drawn back to it, rubbing through the bathing suit fabric with just
the palm of her hand. Lena moaned into her mouth and bit at Scully's lower
lip. 

"We should stop Lena... " she said it as she lightly pinched a nipple. She
wanted to feel it with her tongue. "before I completely loose all my
restraint."

"You're right."  Lena pulled back slightly but laid her hand over the one
Scully had on her breast and pushed it into her, breathing in sharply.  

Scully moaned, "god..."

Lena kissed her again, lifting her own head slightly at the end of the kiss to
break it. "Maybe we should separate for a minute, because I can't seem to not
kiss you."

Scully smiled, "Good idea, I'm having trouble not kissing you too."

"I need to change my bathing suit, why don't you go upstairs and I'll be up in
a minute."

"Change? Why? The one you have on is perfect." Scully reached over and,
surprising herself with her boldness, ran a finger across the underside of one
of Lena's breasts.

Lena smiled dangerously at her. "I've compromised the integrity of the
bottoms."

Scully returned her smile, "Due to?"

"Your exceptional kissing skills."

"Really?" Scully slowly drew the word out in a whisper.

Lena unbuttoned her jeans, then unzipped them. She reached slowly over to hold
Scully's hand, then drew it down the front of her pants.  

"Really." She whispered.

Scully thought she could come right there. Lena was soaked, wetting Scully's
hand immediately. She let out a deep moan and let her forehead rest on Lena's
shoulder. 

Lena whispered into her ear, "See what you do to me?"

Scully cupped her gently, wanting to slide her fingers inside. 

The doorbell rang.

"Oh shit," Scully whispered, "guess who." She carefully pulled her hand out of
the front of Lena's pants. "I should go up."

Lena smiled, "yeah."

"See you in a minute."

"Could be two..." Lena had started to pull her jeans down over her hips.

Scully smiled and reluctantly made her way up the steps.

-end-