Title: Circles Unbroken: Turnabout is Fair Play. Author: Athos. Athos_too@hotmail.com Keys: Scully Slash. Scully Other. Vignette. Erotica. Romance. Summary: This story will make little sense unless you have read _Circles Unbroken: Journeys End in Lovers' Meetings_ which introduced Lee Caldwell, Scully's lover. In the chaotic _Circles_ universe, it takes place not too long after the events in CU: Five O'Clock Sharp. It portrays a day in the life of Scully and Lee, with some therapeutic activity and the 'healing arts'. Rating: NC 17 for graphic sexual description. This depicts consensual sex between fictional same sex adults. Under 17 stop here. Archive: Do not post to Gossamer or ATXC. I will. The Circles Unbroken stories may be archived anywhere in a responsible manner, as long as they are not changed in the process. Disclaimer: The character of Dana Scully is not mine. No profit is being made by this use. Lee Caldwell is mine, and should not be used without permission. **** Circles Unbroken: Turnabout Is Fair Play **** "Damn you." The words were said without rancor, into Scully's hair. The redhead chuckled and nuzzled Lee's neck, leaving traces of moisture there. She kissed Lee's jaw line lightly. "Got a problem, Counselor?" "Yes. You. You know I don't like it when I can't reciprocate. When you pull one of your little surprise attacks and there's no time for me." Despite her words, Lee smiled. She had woken to a gentle pressure pushing her thighs open, Scully's hands tracing her labia, Scully's breath there, Scully's mouth taking her places that should be illegal on a weekday with a tight morning schedule ahead. "God, I love you." "I know. And the woman you love is a doctor. You were tense, I knew the cure. In fact, I had a professional responsibility to act. Or some shyster lawyer might call me to account for my actions." Scully returned the smile and added softly, "tell me you didn't like it if you can." Lee squeezed the smaller woman in an embrace. "It offends my sense of fair play. I like to give and receive." Scully rose from the hug and regarded Lee steadily. "Then don't worry. Nothing makes me happier than giving to you. You've given me so much. I love you." And she captured Lee's mouth with her own, her tongue probing gently. A few seconds of sweetness, and the radio began to play. They broke the kiss reluctantly. Lee threw her legs out from under the covers and moved to Scully's side of the bed, kneeling naked on the floor. She touched Dana's face lightly. "OK healer. We'll let it go for now. You've got a few minutes to rest after your exertions." She hit the snooze bar, rose, and padded towards the bathroom. She paused in the doorway and turned, gleaming white in the darkness. "Don't think you've heard the last of this, Dr. Scully." Scully sighed happily and moved into the warmth Lee had left behind her in the bed. Her legs were arrested by the immovable object that was Alexander. *It would take an earthquake to move that damn cat....* she thought with fond exasperation. **** "Special Agent Dana Scully." "Damn. I was calling for St. Dana, healer of the sick, reliever of tensions. Is she there?" Despite herself, Scully blushed. "Behave. Mulder's right here. But it is nice to hear your voice." "Good. I can behave...for now. I just called to tell you there's a package waiting for you at the Kinko's down the block. Somehow I didn't think it was the kind of thing you would want Security going through. Pick it up, and I'll expect you home at nine. Bye lover. See you then." And Lee rang off. Mulder had followed this with interest. Scully in peony mode was pleasant to see, and the thoughts that inspired were also pleasant and interesting. He grinned at Scully. "And that was?" "Lee. She says hi. Hold the fort here will you, I've got to go out for a minute." "Glad to. And let me congratulate you on your sense of priorities. The Government work can sit undone, while you run errands for your girlfriend." Scully returned the banter. "That's right, it can. And Mulder? You can tell accounting and personnel that if I don't have enough accumulated leave, they can bill me." And she was gone. Mulder smiled and shook his head, flipping the pencil towards the ceiling, where it stuck. *She's happy.* Then more somberly, wistfully, *it must be nice to care about someone so much that they always come first..* **** Scully sat on a sun warmed bench, a thick envelope on her lap. _L.M.C. Esquire, LLD_ was written in Lee's bold printing in the left corner. Scully squeezed, the package yielded. *What is it? Nothing solid, not paper. Somehow I think I shouldn't be around Mulder when I open this. So..* Suiting the action to the thought, she carefully opened the envelope, looked inside. *two black things and a pair of white.. I don't think I'm going to open this right now on the street..* She pulled out a note and read its cryptic message: "Just these. Shall we dance?" Another blush colored her cheeks and her eyes grew warm. *It looks like Lee wants to play... and how am I going to keep Mulder out of this package... I knew I should have brought my briefcase..* **** *Thank goodness I wore my trench coat today. That'll at least give me a chance at a low profile exit* Scully examined her reflection in the basement women's room mirror. Gone was the cool professional in the severely tailored pants and jacket who had entered the room. In her place was a much younger woman, still clad in black, but there the resemblance ended. *I don't believe these pants! Cigarette pants I think? I don't believe I can fit into them, but.. I'm doing it.. And this top? Sure doesn't leave much to the imagination. Especially when it's all there is.* She turned and examined her back in the mirror. The completely straight legged pants had fullness below the knee, but became skintight along the thigh and over her bottom, accentuating its curves. *At least there are some benefits to staying in shape by chasing God knows what.* She stuck her butt out and slapped it playfully while she smirked into the mirror. *What are you doing, St. Dana? Practicing? It's time to go..* As she exited the bathroom, her fears were realized. Mulder. Too late she remembered that the trench coat was hanging open. Her transformation was apparent. "Hmmph!" Mulder snorted in mock anger. "I am hurt. Scully, you never dressed like that for me." "It's a question of rhythm, Mulder. Lee's taking me dancing." *I hope he buys that. If I've read Lee and these clothes right, the only dancing we'll be doing tonight is the mattress variety.* "Always the good Catholic girl, huh? Rhythm indeed. Well button up your coat and I can get you out of here without shocking the shade of our dear departed J. Edgar." He paused, assumed a thoughtful expression; "of course he's probably the only man who wouldn't notice you dressed like that." "I'm so glad you approve. Now get me out of here." **** Lee hadn't indulged in her sense of theatrics tonight. The living room looked the same, just dim with only one lamp on, and that at its lowest setting. Lee was sitting in the shadows. "Come in, Dr. Scully. I've been waiting for you. Just stand in the middle of the room, please." Scully did as she was told, looking at Lee, saying nothing. "Very wise, Dr, very wise. Silence is golden as they say. I am happy to see you so discrete." Lee rose, smiling, and continued in a sugary tone. "Still, you may need some help later on. And I do have several issues with you. So, please allow me to ensure your silence while we talk." Lee produced a plain white handkerchief folded into a thin gag and tied it over Scully's mouth. Although the look was quite impressive, it was hardly sufficient for its purpose; but that didn't matter; the look was the thing. "Tst tst tst tst tst." Lee shook her head. "A very serious thing, taking advantage of your poor partner like you did this morning. Such a sweetgirl she is, too. But I am glad to see you are properly dressed, so this gives me hope for your future behavior..." *She is in rare form tonight. But I will have to be properly contrite.* Scully was fully in the spirit of the thing. *Performance art, that's me.* She closed her hands, hanging by her sides, into loose fists. Lee noticed the slight movement. She gave an exaggerated sigh. "I was afraid of this. I had _SO_ hoped it wouldn't be necessary, but, you give me no choice. So antsy." Out came another piece of cloth, and Lee stepped behind Scully. "I think you know what I have to do now." Playing her role, Scully crossed her wrists behind her back. Lee bound them, in a knot that appeared tight and painful, but was actually much less than completely effective. Experience told Scully she could easily break free, so she didn't try too hard. Her triceps flexed dramatically, giving the impression of struggling against the bonds, while doing nothing that would loosen them. *I think a few sound effects would be good here...* "MMMMM. MMMMM." loudly into the gag. Lee ran her fingers over the flexing muscles in Scully's shoulders and arms. "You're a strong little thing aren't you? But it won't do you any good now. Your only hope is listening to me and correcting yourself. Stop that!" This being accompanied by a slap on the fanny. "That's better. Now. You've been a greedy woman; you gave yourself the chance to please me, but you couldn't be bothered to let me please you. That hurts me." Yet another exaggerated sigh. "Deeply. I'm afraid I'll have to do the same thing to you. If you'll step this way, please." Lee took Scully's elbow and guided her down the hall. The smell of pine greeted Scully as she stepped through the doorway, into the flickering candlelight. Lee stopped her as she came in front of the mirror. The gag showed white in the glass. Lee stepped in close behind. "Now," she whispered. "Now you're going to get what you should have gotten this morning. I'm going to fuck you good." She ran her hands over Scully's body possessively, lightly. Foretelling things to come. Forgetting the game they were playing for a moment, she nibbled Scully's neck, while she toyed with her breasts gently, feeling their tips swell into her palms through the fabric. Scully pushed her body back against the woman behind her. *I know that I'm supposed to wait, but dammit I can't. And I don't think she is going to wait too long either. And what the hell, if she punishes me for being pushy, I can handle that. * She moaned Lee's name into the gag, ground her bottom against Lee's belly and thigh. Moving more roughly, Lee's hands pulled the black top over Scully's breasts, where it lay in a black line against white skin. She ran her hands over the newly bared flesh, squeezing, stroking, pulling nipples. Her left hand kept possession above, while her right, touching with fingertips only, moved south over Scully's stomach, and slid under the waistband and probed lower. Then it retreated, joined the descending left hand, and opened the black pants. This brought a louder groan from the smaller woman, and a more demanding movement backwards. Quickly, Lee pushed Scully onto the bed. The red hair touched the spread, and Scully shifted to see the reflection in the mirror. Lee knelt behind her, pulling her pants and the skimpy white panties down so that they bunched at the knees. Scully spread her legs as far as she could, pushed her bottom up, opening, waiting, wanting and needing. She was still wearing all the clothing she had arrived in, but it was pushed up and down, a dark frame to her nakedness. *Lee! I think you are proving your point here! Here I am, all dressed up with someplace to go, and you have to take me there!* And aloud, though still muffled, "Lee! Come on!" After the flurry of activity, Lee remembered she was in charge, and, with difficulty, slowed down. She knelt behind Scully, stroked her thighs slowly with both hands, ran a finger along her vulva, slipped a tip inside, then out. Leaning over Scully's back, she ran her hands along her sides, breasts and belly. Taking off the gag she whispered, "I want to hear you scream." *You will. O God you will. Hurry up!* Scully pushed her ass back against Lee. Suddenly there was nothing there to push against. Opening her eyes, she saw Lee's reflection; her lover was stripping off her top and jeans. Lee caught her eyes in the mirror and smiled. "All the better to warm you up dear." And she covered Scully's back again with her own naked body. Instead of concentrating on breasts and belly as before, she ran her hands over Scully's bottom, tracing the separation of the cheeks, slipping down to cup her mons, rubbing the secret places of the inner thighs. Lee bent over Scully's ear and said softly, "knocking on heaven's door. Should I go in?" "Yes! Right now dammit!" For a brief second, Lee returned to the dominant persona. "This is what I didn't get a chance to do this morning.. I want it to last, I'll make you wait..." Then belying her words she shifted her body to the left so her own mons pushed hard against Scully's left hip. Her clitoris found the bone and muscle it sought, and she began rocking, panting softly. Lee's right hand slipped finger tips into Scully, then withdrew. It returned, three fingers tight together, and slid into the redhead's wet tunnel, filling it completely. Scully groaned and rocked against it, joining her pelvis with the fucking motion of the hand. Her clitoris rubbed Lee's left hand, probing and finding from her curls, and she pushed harder, grunting softly. Vaguely, as in a dream, she heard Lee saying "Come on, baby, come on." then begin panting and groaning herself as she ground against her hip. Then they seemed to merge into one entity, two souls becoming one, as together they reached orgasm and collapsed on the bed, Lee covering Scully. A moment of lying together in a warm wet heap, and Lee stirred. She pulled the cloth around Scully's wrists the rest of the way off, and collected the redhead in her arms. Not bothering to push off the clothing she wore, not caring that she looked like she had just been ravished with speed and hunger, Scully pressed herself against Lee, basking in the glow of being loved on many levels. She felt Lee's hands stroking her sides and back and heard her whisper... "Do you want to dance?" **** Thanks for reading. Comments and criticism may be sent to: athos_too@hotmail.com.