TITLE:   Conhouse - Chapter Seven
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.***

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"Where did you come from?"  Dana asked the question in a low whisper as tear
made it's way down her cheek. 

Lena kissed her softly.  "Does it matter?" 

"No." She said, staring into her eyes.

"Come with me..." Lean stood and pulled Dana up into a standing position. She
walked her over next to the bed. "I'd like to get you out of these clothes."

Dana nodded, still staring into her eyes. She was overwhelmed. The high-octane
crush she had felt earlier in the day had evolved into something much thicker.
She wondered if she'd ever be able to put words to what she was feeling. It
was like she was wrapped in a thick warm fog. Never in her life had anyone
opened themselves to her like Lena had, letting her in, giving herself to Dana
in her most vulnerable moments. And asking for what she needed, unashamed. 

It had taken every bit of courage Dana had to sit in that chair, waiting for
Lena to get out of the shower. She had played a good game up until then,
talking recklessly to Lena, boldly, about how much she wanted her. She had
wanted to bolt from the bedroom, not knowing what reaction to expect, but the
need in her body kept her pinned to the chair. The promise of touching Lena
again, like she had before Mulder had showed up this afternoon was alive in
her memory. Could she do this? Could she really pull off her smoldering
sensuality act?  Insecurities she hadn't felt since high school gripped her.
She felt vaguely ashamed at what she was about to do; it was an unwelcome gift
from her upbringing that wasn't easy to shake.

But it had worked, and Lena had given herself over to Dana without
reservation.

And it was stunning. To see such a beautiful woman; losing control. She wanted
to give that to Lena in return. Give all of herself without letting insecurity
and shame keep her in check. 

It was different with the men she had been with, not that there were many.
Dana felt a superiority over them, feeling almost sorry for them in a way,
like they were animals that had no control over themselves. She never felt
like she was giving anything up to them, ever, always feeling like she had the
upper hand. She knew, going into these encounters, that she would feel next to
nothing. It wasn't the man's fault, she predetermined the outcome long before
they had a fair shot at making her feel ...anything. It wasn't a sin if you
didn't enjoy it.

The truth was, Dana letting herself go enough to have an orgasm was not a gift
she was willing to give to anyone, at least not until now. 

But she wasn't sure she knew how.

Lena pulled the white tee shirt out of Dana's waistband, lifting it carefully
over her head. She put her hands on the button of her jeans, tugging gently
until it gave way, then slowly slid the zipper down. She took a second to run
her fingers down the length of Dana's exposed skin and felt her shiver under
the touch.

Lena had felt Dana seize up slightly, moments ago, as she reached for her
hands to pull her out of the chair. The feelings she was having tumbled forth
into Lena's mind and she silently cursed the damage catholic school had done
to too many little girls. She started to undress Dana, picturing old terrors
being shed away with layers of her clothing. She had to figure out a way to
release the Dana that would trust her enough to let go. 

"You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you Dana?"

Dana shook her head slowly, watching Lena reach around her to unclasp her bra.

"No one has ever told you?"

"No." It was said in a whisper so low that Lena could hardly hear it.

"How can that be? They must have been blind." She paused and looked into her
eyes, gauging the reaction Dana was having to her words. She felt Dana slip, a
brick falling from her mental wall.

"I noticed your eyes first. They're a color of blue that seems to shine from
within." Lena pulled Dana's bra forward, off of her arms. "Do you remember
when you were in my office? I looked into your eyes for too long at one point.
I thought that maybe you'd be able to tell that I wanted you." Lena stroked
the skin of her cheek as she whispered to her, never breaking eye contact.
"Could you tell Dana? That I wanted you?"

Dana made a soft whimpering sound, unable to answer. Lena felt another layer
of self-doubt drop in a veil around Dana's consciousness. 

"I noticed your mouth next. You were talking to me in the kitchen." Lena's
whisper intensified. She put her hands on either side of Dana's waistband,
pulling the jeans and underwear slowly down together and helped Dana step out
of them. She stood up to face her again. "I caught myself watching your lips
as you spoke to me," Lena smiled slightly. "I had no idea what you said Dana.
Your mouth is incredibly sexy."

Dana shut her eyes, her body swayed gently. Lena wrapped her arm around Dana's
waist, setting her down on the bed.

"Lie down, I have more to tell you." Dana eased herself back onto the pillows.
Lena lay down beside her, facing her. She used her fingertips to draw small
slow circles over Dana's abdomen.

Lena laid her head on the pillow, placing her mouth next to Dana's ear. "Your
hands caught my attention next. You were running them through your hair. I
imagined what you could do to me with them." She flattened her hand out on
Dana's stomach, drawing it slowly down to run over the inside of her thigh,
then back up, just as slowly. Bumping over her ribs and up between her
breasts. Dana arched up slightly, almost imperceptibly into her palm. 

Lena could feel the uncertainty in the other woman's body lift away with the
arch in her back. She knew she was close to breaking through.

"I've noticed other things too. The way you walk, something in the way that
you carry yourself... it just makes me weak. The way you give your smiles to
me, they're like gifts..."

Dana's right arm bent at the elbow and her hand reached out blindly for her.
She found Lena's face, and rested her hand on Lena's cheek, applying gentle
pressure so that her lips touched Dana's ear. She turned her head slightly to
increase the pressure of the contact and Lena ran her warm lips slowly over
the delicate skin.

"I belong to you now Dana. You hold all of me in your hands. I'll be yours as
long as you'll have me ...just yours. 

Lena felt the last shroud of shame fall from Dana's consciousness. It seemed
to rise off of her body, leaving a clearer more vivid image of Dana beneath
it. She closed her eyes, wanting to see what Dana saw, and her vision was
filled with the image of her body being lifted from a thick gray haze. Golden
shimmering light surrounded her, shining at her from no discriminate
direction, possibly from within as well. 

"I would give you anything, everything Dana."

"ohhhhhhh..." Dana sighed and rolled her body restlessly, arching her back
again, against Lena's palm that rested on her abdomen.  

Lena brought her hand down, running over the pale thigh, down to the back of
the knee. Dana shifted, her body moving in an unconscious effort to guide
Lena's hands. Lena continued to tease the skin of Dana's legs, letting her
hand brush the auburn hair between them, but not quite touching it fully. Dana
pushed her hips forward, rolling them. She raised her right leg and draped it
over Lena's body, opening herself to her.

Lena ran her bottom lip over Dana's ear, continuing to whisper to her as she
brought her hand up to Dana's nipple. She ran her palm over the nipple
lightly, eliciting a moan and more arching from Dana. 

"I watched you walk into my office in your gray suit..."

Lena pinched her nipple with a light flicking motion, then quickly flattened
her hand and rubbed Dana's breast firmly. Dana responded by pushing her hips
into the air and running her hand into Lena's hair, a moan making it's way out
of her mouth.

"covering this stunning body..."

Lena focused her attention on the other breast, repeating the motions.

"so brilliant, so serious..."

Her hand ran down between Dana's legs, her fingertips running lightly over the
patch of hair. 

Dana spoke, her voice shaking, "I... wanted you..."

Lena felt her heart lurch in her chest. She knew that saying the words must
have been so difficult for her, it blew Lena away.

Lena drew her index finger between Dana's wet lips, bringing it to her clit,
then back down. Dana's head turned into her, she was biting her lip. Lena
repeated the motion slowly, until Dana's hips rocked gently against her
finger, picking up the rhythm she needed. She would rock her hips slowing
until Lena's fingertip reached her clit, then she would push her hips down
quickly, to speed the finger over the her nub.

"I lied... to Mulder... I lied..." Dana whispered.

Lena didn't speak, just letting her finish when she could. Dana's hips were
moving faster, and pushing harder against her hand. The hand that wasn't in
Lena's hair was clenching and unclenching the bottom sheet of the bed. Her
body was twitching; her abdomen was tensed, hard. Lena could tell she was
getting close to cumming. She increased her finger's pressure, letting it slip
inside Dana slightly with each rocking of her hips.

"... I told him... I thought I was in love... with you..."

The hand that had been clenching the sheet came to Lena's wrist. Dana held to
it tightly, holding the fingers in place as her hips slowed and her body
twitched. She pulled it tightly to her, the heel of Lena's hand pressed firmly
against her clit, and her finger buried itself inside of her. 

She was breathless, her voice catching as she whispered  "... but even then...
I knew that I was... in love with you..."

She pushed her head back into the pillows, pushing her hips with deliberate
motion into the hand. She started slowly, her grip on Lena's wrist loosening
slightly. She laid her hand on top of Lena's, pushing her own finger inside of
herself, on top of the one Lena already had inside of her. Her movements
quickened, she took a deep breath, then held it and rode Lena's hand wildly,
unashamed of her loss of control.

"...so lovely Dana... you are so lovely..." 

Dana came violently, her hands releasing Lena's hair and wrist, then
fluttering against her own chest. Her hips pushed impossibly hard against
Lena's hand. Lena cupped her, feeling a torrent of spasms against the finger
she had buried deep within Dana's folds... her head swimming with emotion.

It took several minutes for the spasms to subside. When they did, Lena slowly
withdrew her finger. She lifted Dana's leg off of her and put it flat on the
bed, raising her own and resting her thigh between Dana's legs in an effort to
quell the shaking in Dana's thighs.

Dana rolled into her, resting her head on Lena's arm, tucking her arms between
them. She brought her leg back up over Lena's and Lena wrapped her free arm
around Dana's waist.

Dana looked into her eyes, "We have a lot to talk about."

Lena smiled at her, "Yes, I imagine we do."

"But not now."

"Ok."

"Right now I feel like I'm floating."

"Mmmm, that's a good sign."

"How soon can we do that again?"

Lena laughed, "As soon as you'd like to honey."

Dana tucked her head under Lena's chin. "Honey," she murmured, "I like
that..." and she slowly drifted off to sleep.

-end-