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Title: Something Left to Chance: Part 2

Author: Katelin B.

Email: katelin_b@hotmail.com

Discussion: Absolutely!

Disclaimer: see Part I

Cross Posting: atxc, scullyfic.

Rating: NC-17 for f/f consensual sex, if that bothers you... don’t read it. If 

your not of legal age... don’t read it.

Summary: During an odd arson case, Scully finds herself confused by the lack 

of clues, and her powerful attraction to another Doctor working the case...



***





 It was only a short drive to the motel, after picking up Chinese

take-out, and neither were surprised upon inquiring at the front

desk, that Mulder hadn't come in yet. He would probably be out 

half the night. Scully wasn't worried though. She had his cellular 

number just in case, and hers was on his speed dial if he needed help.



Chance stepped into her room and Scully entered her own, opting 

for a change of clothes into something a little more comfortable 

before relaxing to eat. A dark blue tee shirt and gray sweatpants had

replaced the morgue smelling suit she had been wearing when she

finally knocked on the connecting door between their rooms.



"Come on in, Dana," Chance called out from the other side.



Scully paused for another moment, then called out with a smirk: 

"Are you decent?"



"Of course not," Chance retorted, and Scully could hear the 

smirk in her voice, "But I'm being indecent in a knee length tee shirt."



Scully laughed and opened the door, walking through to find 

Chance sitting cross legged on the floor in front of the television, 

the boxes of Chinese food already laid out in front of her. "Geez,"

Scully grumped with mock seriousness, "Don't I get any?"



"You snooze you lose, Dana," Chris joked around a mouthful of 

chow mien, winking, "Nice outfit."



Scully dropped down beside Chance and picked up a box of sweet 

and sour spare ribs, popping the top open and fixing the chopsticks 

in her hand. She took a moment to stick her tongue out at Chance 

and dug in, nearly inhaling the food. "What'cha watchin?" Scully 

mumbled around her food, noticing the commercial that was playing.



"Xena," Chance replied, exchanging the chow mien for a box of 

spicy beef and vegetables, "What else would I watch?"



Scully grinned and nodded. "You've got a point," she said before

filling her mouth again.



"It's my favorite episode," Chance took a moment in between 

bites to explain, "A Day in the Life."



"Oh good," Scully piped up, bouncing once before settling back

against the of the sofa, "I hope we haven't missed the bath tub

 scene yet."



Chance darted an incredulous look over at Scully and nearly 

choked on her mouthful food. "What?" she gasped, coughing a bit, and

reaching for her water bottle.



Scully grinned at Chance's shock and whacked her on the back a 

few times before allowing herself to chuckle. "Are you kidding?" 

Scully said, giving up on the ribs and snagging the rest of the chow 

mien,  "Those two are made for each other. How can anyone not believe 

that they're lovers?"



Chance grinned and shook her head, munching away quietly, and

watching the television. I will not say a word, I will not say a

word. Chance's mind rattle on in silent mantra as the very scene

they had been discussing approached. Chance had been meeting 

Scully for coffee and various other reasons nearly every day for the 

last two weeks, and had found herself becoming quite attracted to the

little red head. She had managed to beat down her libido fairly 

well through their time together, but now, watching Xena, and eating

Chinese food, the situation was quickly becoming a very tense 

one for her.



"How bout something a little stronger to drink than water?" 

Chance said quickly, walking over to the mini bar and pulling out a few

little shot bottles.



"Sounds good to me," Scully called back, drawing her eyes away 

when the show finally went to commercial, "What have you got?"



"How about one of everything?" Chance joked, pulling out the

remaining bottles and placing them neatly on a tray, "After the 

day we've had, we're entitled."



Scully laughed and reached for a little bottle of Jack Daniel's,

unscrewing the lid and holding it up in salute. Chance did the 

same with a bottle of vodka. "Here's to every one of those little 

gray men, be they real or imaginary, for keeping Mulder out of my 

hair for any length of time," Scully cracked with a grin. Chance 

laughed and they both tossed back their shots, whistling at the same 

time when the hard liquor hit the backs of their throats.



And so it continued on, each woman matching the other, drink for

drink, making toast after toast to all manner of creature and

unexplained event in the history of the world.



            ~~~~~~~~~~~



Nearly an hour later, Scully lifted one of the last two bottles 

of liquor to her lips, having a rather difficult time of it,

considering it was her eighth. Chance was having a bit of 

trouble with her bottle too, but both women finally got them down, then

grinned at each other. "Hey, Chris?" Scully asked, dropping the

empty bottle back on the tray and squinting at the mirror image 

of Chance that had appeared three drinks ago, "Do you have a twin

sister?"



Chance looked quizzically at her for a moment. "No," she 

answered, eyeballing Scully's new double as well, "Do you?" When Scully 

shook her head, Chance tossed her hands up in the air and sighed in

exasperation. "Well it's official then," she added, standing on

shaky legs, "We're sauced."



"I'd have to agree with that diagnosis, Dr. Chance," Scully 

grinned and stood herself, swaying dangerously.



"Good then," Chance giggled, and reached out for Scully's arm, 

not doing much good since she was weaving herself, "Time for bed, 

Dr.Scully."



Scully giggled and blinked rapidly, watching the room spin

haphazardly. "I think you're right, Chris," she slurred, 

wrapping her arms around the taller woman for added support. A fact that

Chance didn't miss; she wasn't that drunk.



"Dana," she sighed, trying to guide Scully back to her own room, 

and not having much luck, "It's beddy-bye time. Come on, leggo." 

Chance tried to pry the red head's arms away from her body, but wasn't

having much luck. She finally came to the conclusion that Scully 

had been an octopus in a former life.



"But yer sooo soft, Chrissss," she purred softly, dropping her 

head against Chance's breasts and giggling.



Chance gulped, her body temperature increasing from the close

contact to Scully. The rising heat in the pit of her stomach 

helped somewhat clear her head, and she mentally slapped herself for 

the thoughts that were floating through her mind. What the hell am I

doing?? Her mind screamed at her to just scoop the red head into 

her arms and toss her in bed, then walk away, but the rest of her 

body  was crying out for something else, and her arms unconsciously 

held Scully closer.



"Dana," Chance said through gritted teeth, trying very hard to

control herself, though the amount of alcohol in her blood 

stream  was making it increasingly difficult, "You don't want to do 

this."



Scully looked up at Chance through hooded eyes and smirked

seductively, and somewhat drunkenly. "Who says?" she purred, 

running a hand down Chances back to grab her ass and squeeze firmly.



Chance choked back a soft moan and tried once more to take 

control of the situation, trying yet again to free herself from the 

smaller woman's grasp to no avail. "This is not the time, Dana," she 

rasped, her voice thick with lust, "You're not thinking straight."



Scully moved her hands around again, the drunken giggling long 

since ceased, one pulling Chance closer by the small of her back. The

other slid up Chance's thigh pulling the tee shirt along with 

it, until Scully was gently squeezing her bare ass. "Why not?" 

Scully purred, nuzzling against Chance's breast through the thin 

cotton, "I've always wanted to know what it was like to make love with a

 woman."



Chance closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to believe Scully 

was trying to seduce her. Not that she didn't want this. Over the 

last two weeks, the brunette had become increasingly attracted to 

Scully, but was determined not to do anything about it, for fear it 

would ruin their friendship. Now she was having trouble keeping that 

in mind as Scully's strong hands traveled over her body. She had 

always thought of Scully to be straight as an arrow, but now she wasn't 

so sure. Booze didn't make people do things they didn't want to. It

just robbed them of their inhibitions.



"Dana, please," Chance tried one last time, using all of her 

will power to keep from ravishing the red head right then and there, 

and trying to pull away, "Don't do something you'll... ah!" The last 

of her statement was cut off abruptly as Scully worked a leg in 

between Chance's and pressed up against her center. The strong internal

voice that had been beating down Chance's willpower, suddenly 

picked up a baseball bat and hammered it to mush.



With a throaty growl, Chance dipped her head and pressed her 

lips against Scully's, kissing her hotly, her tongue pushing inside 

to explore Scully's mouth. Her hands found purchase on the 

redhead's firm ass and in her hair, pulling her closer. Chance felt a 

sharp bolt of pleasure shoot through her at Scully's soft moan and the

smaller woman began grinding her hips against those of the brunette.



"Chris," Scully breathed, moving her lips down to Chance's 

throat and nibbling on the soft skin there. Her smaller hands shifted 

the tee shirt higher and massaged Chance's ass, at the same time,

pulling her hips closer, to grind her thigh more firmly against 

the brunette's center.



"Oh, God," Chance gasped, tipping her head back and arching her 

hips toward the caress. She wasn't wearing anything under the tee 

shirt, a fact she had been cursing during Scully's advances. But now, 

she was grateful for the fact that there was nothing to get in the way.



Finding it strange that Scully was taking the lead, Chance bend 

and kissed her again, powerfully, and commandingly. Scully's grip

loosened as she moaned deeply into Chance's mouth, their tongues

dueling hotly. Chance continued the kiss until her own head was

swimming with lust, and she knew Scully was having a hard time

standing. She swiftly knocked Scully's legs out from under her, 

and fell with her onto the sofa, never breaking the kiss, even 

though the red head squeaked in surprise.



Both women moaned in unison at the feel of their bodies pressed

together, and deepened the kiss even more. Scully's hands 

resumed their exploration now that her alcohol dazed mind didn't have to

concentrate on staying upright, running over the smooth planes 

of Chance's muscular back, and shoving the tee shirt higher.



Chance moaned softly, shivering at Scully's gentle, yet 

insistent touch. She pulled back slowly and yanked impatiently on Scully's 

own shirt. A moment later, the navy blue cotton obstacle was 

forgotten on the floor, and Chance gasped at the revealed knowledge that

Scully hadn't been wearing a bra. Her twin globes rose and fell 

with each breath, and Chance marveled at the rosy pink nipples that

crowned their tips.



Her conscience piped up one final time, demanding to know what 

she thought she was doing, and Chance finally found her voice 

through the passion. "I think we're headed for a serious ethical breach,

Dana," she gasped raggedly, gazing at Scully's creamy skin, 

"I've never slept with another Doctor before." The moment of rational

thinking had strengthened her conscience and she began to pull 

away slowly. Until Scully's strong hands grasped her around the waist

tightly. Chance froze, staring into blue, desire clouded eyes.



Scully met her gaze and gently pressed a finger to the 

brunette's lips. "Shut up, Chris," she whispered, and quickly replaced her

finger with her mouth, beginning another earth shattering kiss.



Chance's resolve snapped almost audibly in her own ears, and she

pulled Scully tightly to her own body, falling into the kiss 

with purpose. There would be no more holding back. No more 

hesitation.



She just prayed silently that Mulder stayed away for quite a 

while to come.



Her tee shirt came off without her even realizing until she felt 

the cool air on her overheated skin. Both moaned softly at the 

contact of skin on skin, and resumed their oral dance, each kiss growing

 more intense than the last. Chance could feel the desire eating 

away at her from the inside, and let her hands roam down Scully's 

sides, feeling the gentle swell of her breasts where they were pressed 

in by her own. Traveling lower still, Chance squeezed the redhead's

hips firmly and rocked her hips forward.



Scully broke the kiss with a gasp and arched her neck at the

sensations. Chance saw her opportunity and took it, diving in to 

nip and suck at Scully's throat, while her hands started worming 

their way in between their bodies. Her concentration was hampered 

though, but the soft moans that vibrated the skin of the redhead's 

throat, and it took all her focus to keep her hands moving at the same 

time as her mouth. Rocking slightly to one side, Chance moved just 

enough off Scully's hips for her hands to find what they were questing 

for, and began gently stroking the fiery red curls between the 

shorter  woman's legs.



"Oh!" Scully gasped, her hips flying up toward the pleasuring 

hand, wanting more contact. Chance smiled softly against the throat 

she nibbled, and let her fingers curl lower, slipping through 

incredible amounts of wetness.



My God she's so wet, Chance's mind howled, feeling her body 

twinge with passion as it tried to catch up. She felt a flood of 

moisture between her legs and groaned softly, laying gentle kisses down

Scully's chest to her left breast. Taking the nipple into her 

mouth, Chance flicked her tongue over its hardness, rolling it around 

with her teeth and pulling another moan from Scully's throat. A 

single finger found it's way to the little bundle of nerves hidden 

under the tangle of curls, and massaged it tenderly.



Scully cried out sharply and rocked her hips in a steady rhythm

against the finger, her arms clutching the taller woman more 

tightly to her. "Oh God, Chris," she moaned deeply, her voice shaky with

passion as her body moved in a timeless motion.



Chance moaned back at her softly and moved over to Scully's 

right nipple, showing it the same attention as she had the left, and

changed her finger's movements. Combining it with another 

finger, Chance placed the digits near Scully's opening and thrust 

forward slowly, letting them sink into the tight warm wetness to the 

hilt. A deep throaty growl was wrenched from Scully's throat at the

penetration and she arched instinctively to take the fingers 

deeper inside her body. Chance was only happy to comply and thrust her

fingers in as far as they would go, again and again, falling 

into a gentle pattern with her movements.



Scully's moans were nearly continuous by this point, and she 

pulled Chance's head closer, arching her breasts further against her.

Chance was in heaven, surrounded by the beautiful woman she had 

been lusting after. "Faster... oh God, Chris... harder," Scully 

pleaded in a whisper, and a bolt of pleasure arched through the brunette as she

complied. Chance closed her lips over the rosy nipple she had been

teasing, and began suckling firmly, and sped up her fingers,

pressing them deeply into Scully's core, increasing the force 

behind her motions with every stroke.



"That's it, Dana," Chance whispered, breaking her hold on the 

nipple in her mouth, and gazing up at the red head's expression of 

ecstasy.



She felt her own heat rising at the mere sight of the other 

woman nearly at her peak. Chance could feel the muscles clenching 

around her fingers tighter and tighter, and knew Scully was close. She 

knew a few whispered words were all it would take. Kissing a line 

back up to Scully's neck, Chance nibbled at her neck for a moment before

reaching her ear. "Come on, Dana," she whispered, feeling the 

red head's body tense at her words, "Let it go, baby."



The damn broke for Scully, and her world exploded in brilliant

fireworks. Her body arched sharply and thrashed around, as she

howled her climax, unable to hold anything back. Chance groaned

softly at how the muscles around her fingers rippled and 

squeezed, and dropped her head into Scully's arched neck, stilling her 

fingers after the most intense spasms had passed, and letting the 

smaller woman fall back to the sofa cushions to catch her breath.



"Chris," Scully whispered huskily after several long moments of

catching her breath. Chance glanced up slowly, a little worried 

at what she might see in those blue eyes. She puffed out a sigh of

relief at the smoky gaze that fixed on her own, that quickly 

turned into a soft moan when Scully's hands began to move over her bare

skin. Chance let Scully explore with a hesitant touch, allowing 

her to go at her own slow pace, until need and passion made her 

guide the red head's hands, working her pleasure to it's own release,

leaving both women sweaty and spent.



Chance regained her breath quickly and occupied several long 

minutes thinking. Wondering what she had just done. The little tingles 

of conscience had returned and were once again making themselves 

known.



She worried about what Scully would say when she came down from 

the endorphin rush and the alcohol cleared out of her system. Chance

knew she should have stopped things. And looking back, perhaps 

she could have made a stronger effort. She kicked herself repeatedly 

for losing control like that, and decided to get the

difficult morning after conversation out of the way. Idly, she

 wondered, if the conversation was negative, if Scully would 

still stick around to help her solve the case or not. Probably not, 

she reasoned with a deep sigh.



Glancing down to the red head, pillowed on her shoulder, Chance

realized that she had left it too long. Scully was asleep, her 

toned body curled up tightly against Chance's side, muscles still

twitching gently under her skin. "Shit," Chance whispered 

softly, rocking her head back on the little pillow usually so neat and 

plush on the corner of the sofa. She didn't want to leave it till 

morning, but it looked like she didn't have a choice. The gentle snoring 

told her that Scully had finally succumbed to the drinking, and was

probably down for the count now.



Chance sighed and curled an arm around her back a little 

tighter. Oh well, her mind echoed, and decided that it should join it's 

current companion in slumber. Chance felt her eyelids growing heavy and

yawned sleepily, cursing the fact that the morning after

conversation would have to be at it's stereotypical time. There 

was nothing she could do right now anyway. And besides, she thought, 

as her eyes closed and sleep started to take her off to the land of

dreams, I like it here.



She just hoped Scully would say those same words when she woke 

the  next morning.



TBC....



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