Mulder awoke to the familiar scent of feminine shampoo mixed with early morning Scully. His nose buried itself into her hair, awareness slowly taking over as he felt her lips grazing his chest. He hummed appreciatively and spoke, “Good morning to you too.”
Scully hummed back and continued to pepper his body in kisses. Slowly shifting upwards, she repeated the action on his shoulders and neck before arriving at his lips. She leaned into his ear and mumbled, “I’m gonna be late, love you.”
An abrupt absence of Scully caused Mulder to sit up and fully open his eyes. It was then that he saw that Scully was dressed, made up, and in the process of putting on her jewelry. Mulder leaned towards the middle of the bed to pet Daggoo, who was still sleeping soundly.
“Where are you going at-” he glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand beside him, “nine-thirty on a Saturday?”
She looked at him in the mirror above the dresser, “I'm getting coffee with Monica. There are still a few more loose ends to tie up, I think we're almost there.”
In the months following the Spartan virus, Monica Reyes- with inside knowledge from working for the smoking man- was able to assist Scully and Agent Einstein in significantly reducing the effects on the infected. Luckily, new leadership since the days of the syndicate allowed for a full investigation that utilized all FBI resources. A task force spanning four departments and a special counsel of third-party Justice Department officials were assembled to ensure an unbiased and fair analysis. Mulder had been able to provide a brief testimony and additional information regarding the history of the events, but was otherwise slipping in and out of consciousness for the first month of the case. The team initially only involved Monica as a witness but was soon introduced as a consultant to provide the open-minded perspective that Mulder couldn’t. Her insights helped to ultimately bring down what was left of the smoking man's legacy.
Mulder nodded in understanding, then developed a wide grin. “If I'm being honest, I'd rather you not go so we can stay in bed all day.”
Scully shot back a smirk, finally turning towards him. “And if I'm being honest, I think you need to take a shower.” she teased.
Mulder's hands flew up in mock surrender. “I'm simply trying to uphold our agreement, babe. No more secrets, say what's on your mind, all that stuff.”
Scully stood and started towards the bedroom door. “You’re right, and trust me, I’d rather get back into bed too… But the world isn’t going to save itself.” She emphasized her last sentence with a pat on his chest and a peck to his cheek. “I’ll see you later, love you.”
“Love you too, tell Mon I said ‘hi.’” Mulder slumped into the sheets and drifted back to sleep.
Given the intensity of the case, Monica had insisted that she and Scully carry out their share of the investigation at her favorite coffee shop. It was close enough to the Hoover building that Agent Einstein could drop in with lab results and Scully could update the rest of the team. The women commandeered a table in a secluded corner of the shop, having formed an understanding with the owner that they would be there often.
As per her routine, Scully entered the coffee shop ten minutes before the agreed-upon meeting time. She had been surprised to see Monica, who normally arrived ten minutes past the agreed-upon meeting time, already at the table with two mimosas. Scully smiled quizzically and took her seat across from the other woman.
Pointing at the drinks, Scully asked, “what’s the occasion?”
Monica pushed one of the mimosas towards Scully. “I just got off the phone with Skinner. Dana… he said the last draft of our report was accepted!”
“I thought he still had to get back to us with revisions?”
“Me too, but apparently he presented it to the counsel and four of the five accepted it without the changes. They agreed that it sounded improbable, but our qualifications and witness testimonies validated most of it.”
“Wow… just like that? That- that’s amazing, Mon!” Scully let the implication of their approval sink in and stood to hug Monica. The weight of their controversial battle had changed the women and their loved ones in distinct ways, but still created an unspoken bond between them. Scully felt her vision blur and found Monica had started to tear up too. Scully returned to her seat and raised her glass to Monica’s.
“I don’t know what to toast to, this is so overwhelming,” Scully sniffed.
Monica thought for a moment. “To the future and the opportunities it may bring,” she beamed.
“To the future,” Scully echoed.
The women sat for a while, sipping their drinks and discussing other aspects of the case.
Soon, Scully and Monica strayed from talking about work and shifted towards their personal lives. This was the first time that they had been able to spend time as friends since Mulder and Scully started hiding all those years ago. Monica was one of the few women Scully regarded as an actual friend, and she was thankful to be able to spend time with her and talk about something other than the end of the human race.
“I gotta ask,” Monica said after a heavy pause, “how are things with Mulder?” Over the years, Monica had been in contact with Skinner, and she’d be lying if she said that their conversations hadn’t occasionally turned to gossip. The smoking man had also given her information, if only to display the power he still held. Since the investigation was opened, there was simply no time to discuss anything more than the whole alien virus fiasco. Monica had fully expected to hear that once Mulder was healed, Scully had said goodbye once again. She was surprised to see Scully smile and blush at the mention of Mulder’s name.
“We’re actually really good. I’m not sure what last you heard… but the re-opening of the x-files made us realize that we’re a lot happier together.” Scully absentmindedly touched the ring on her left hand and tilted her head down at risk of revealing the blush developing on her cheeks.
Monica was genuinely happy to hear that her two friends were doing so well. “Oh Dana,” she said, “that’s fantastic. I always knew you two would make it work.” She reached out to put her hand over Scully’s, smiling.
Scully, in turn, put her other hand over Monica’s. “I did too, deep down. We’ve made it a rule to be completely open with one another.”
“Yeah, that tends to be important in any relationship.”
“I mean, we don’t hide anything. Feelings, questions, strange intrusive thoughts, we share it all.”
Monica pulled her hand back, narrowing her eyes. “Oh come on, there’s got to be something you don’t know about each other.”
“No really, we know everything about each other.”
Monica took that as a challenge. “Embarrassing childhood stories?”
“We’ve known them for years.”
“All too well.”
“Dumb irrational fears?”
“Supposedly he’s afraid of fire, but I don’t believe him.”
There was just the slightest hesitation before Scully forced out a quiet “yes.” She realized her mistake immediately and returned Monica’s intense stare. Four seconds was all Monica needed to break her.
Scully shrunk in her seat and murmured, “Okay fine. But it’s only one thing, it’s not hindering our relationship in any way.”
Monica shot her the slightest hint of a smirk before asking, “well what is it? I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”
Scully’s sudden shyness was replaced by shock. “You can’t seriously expect me to tell you if I won’t even tell Mulder?!”
Monica lowered her tone slightly, “Sure I do, that’s the kind of thing girlfriends tell each other.” And that’s exactly what we are, she thought. Girlfriends. Gal pals. Totally one-hundred percent straight heterosexual women divulging their deepest sexual fantasies to one another. Yeah, right.
Once again, Scully felt compelled to be honest with her friend. “Fine… I’ll tell you,” she said with a sigh, before quickly adding, “but you can’t make fun of me for it!”
“Scout’s honor,” Monica said, holding her hand up in salute.
Scully leaned in and quickly scanned the room to make sure she didn’t recognize anyone (she didn’t) and lowered her voice in case anyone was listening (they weren’t). Finally after a long pause, she whispered, “I’ve always been aroused by the idea of a threesome with another woman.”
Monica Reyes releasing a loud “HA!” was not the kind of judgement she expected.
Scully quickly shushed Monica and motioned for her to lean in again. “You said you wouldn’t make fun of me for it!” She was genuinely upset for a moment.
“No, no, Dana, I’m not making fun of you, I promise.” Scully finally looked back up at Monica, who was smiling softly. “It’s just that that’s not a particularly uncommon thing for women to fantasize about.”
Scully’s posture and face lightened when she heard this. She explained, “I know, it’s just that I’m worried that it would turn into a party of two with someone left out, or a complete objectification of myself and the other woman, or-”
“I don’t think you’d have to worry about any of that with Mulder,” Monica interrupted. “Besides, telling him doesn’t have to result in it actually happening.”
Scully seemed to become shy again, “there’s more to it though…” Scully paused to allow for another interjection, and continued when she didn’t get one. “He knows I’m bisexual, but--”
At this, all of the brainpower going into listening to Scully was suddenly channeled into a small part of Monica’s brain where only the words “I’m” and “bisexual” registered in the context of the woman in front of her. Given that she was bisexual herself and an ex-FBI agent, she prided herself on her exceptional gaydar. She then realized she may need to calibrate it.
“--does that make sense?” Scully asked with an earnest expression.
Monica came back from her trance and tried to remember what Scully had said. She settled for a vague, “yeah, it does.”
Scully seemed satisfied enough and then said, “my only concern is that Mulder would be jealous, we’ve come so far together and I don’t want my suggestion to reverse all of that.”
Monica thought for a moment before responding, “if you think about it, that’s sort of the ultimate form of trust.”
Scully smirked. “What about blindly following each other for twenty five years attempting to blow the whistle on a global conspiracy?”
“Okay, second ultimate form of trust,” she amended. “You should trust each other enough to know that at the end of the day, it’s still just you and him, no matter who the other woman is.” I would never come between you, she thought.
With a sigh, Scully smiled. “I suppose you’re right. And like you said, just because I tell him doesn’t mean it’s going to happen. Thanks, Mon.”
Monica returned the smile, “Of course, I’m happy to help any time.” Really, with anything.
Scully seemed lost in thought for a moment. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, what is it?”
“Are you…?” Scully didn’t need to finish the sentence for Monica to understand.
“I-yeah, I’m bi. How did you know?”
Scully shrugged, “I’ve always had pretty good gaydar.”
Scully came home to a note on the counter-- Went to run some errands, be back this evening. I’ll take care of dinner. -M
She decided to do some yard work given that Mulder wouldn’t return for a few more hours. After weeding the garden and chasing Daggoo around the pond, she rinsed off in the shower before settling in for a nice long bath.
Just as she felt herself beginning to doze off, she heard the quiet creak of the bathroom door. She opened her eyes to a shirtless Mulder, already working on the fly of his jeans.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, now down to his boxers.
“Of course not,” she said, scooting forward to make room for him. Mulder stepped into the bath behind Scully and pulled her to his chest once he was settled. Scully tilted her head to give Mulder a lazy kiss.
“Did you have a good day?” he mumbled, beginning to slowly stroke her arms.
“I did- actually it was fantastic.” She turned slightly to face him better, unable to contain her smile. “The counsel accepted our report.”
Mulder's jaw dropped in shock. “Oh Scully, that's fantastic!” He held her face and gave her a quick kiss. Scully finished summarizing her meeting when Mulder asked how Monica was doing.
“Oh, she’s good,” Scully replied, “excited to be done mostly. She and I actually got talking today.”
“Oh?” Mulder asked, sensing that Scully was trying to decide how to say something.
“Yeah, she- she was asking about you, and I told her how well we’re doing,” Scully sighed at Mulder’s hands moving up to her shoulders, massaging lightly.
“Mhm,” he hummed with his lips to her neck.
“And our conversation made me realize something,” she was now whispering, more focused on the attention she was being given.
“What’s that?” Mulder’s hands pressed deeply into the base of her neck, attempting to egg her on while simultaneously distracting her.
“There’s a, um- a fantasy I haven’t told you about.” This came out as more of a breathy moan than actual speech.
Mulder smiled into her neck. Called it, he thought to himself. He brought his hands to her sides, tracing along her ribcage and lightly grazing the undersides of her breasts. “Might this fantasy be of a sexual nature?”
“It might,” Scully forced out.
“Ooh,” he teased, bringing his thumbs up to sweep across her nipples. “Doctor Scully, do tell.”
“Well, it involves you and me-” her breath hitched as he gave her breasts a gentle squeeze.
“I would hope so,” he interrupted, continuing to massage her chest.
“-and uh- another woman,” she finished.
There was a slight pause, then Mulder’s arms moved to cross over her chest, pulling her closer. He whispered into her ear, “Dana Katherine Scully-Mulder, are you telling me that you’re aroused by the idea of a threesome?”
She smiled, relieved that he wasn’t upset or appalled by the idea. She pretended to think for a moment then said sarcastically, “Why, Fox William Scully-Mulder, I suppose I am.”
He chuckled softly and returned his hands to her breasts, starting a steady rhythm. Without much urgency, his right hand travelled lower and he began to nibble between her shoulder and neck. “Christ, Scully, do you think you could take it?” He stroked her opening with two fingers, applying the slightest pressure to her clit with his thumb. “You know how I love to take my sweet time until you’re begging, imagine that times two.” Scully could feel Mulder’s length hardening against her ass, confirming that he might be more than okay with the prospect.
Mulder’s left hand played at her right breast, effectively trapping her against him while his other hand continued toying at her pussy without providing much relief. “I think we would just kiss you for a while. Between your mouth and your neck and your chest, we could stay there for hours.” His mouth moved up to her earlobe and nibbled a little. Scully whimpered slightly, he could tell his words were beginning to affect her.
“We wouldn’t though, you know how irresistable your tits are.” He squeezed her breast in his hand to emphasize his point. “At least, she wouldn’t. I’d stay at your breasts, maybe she could eat you out.” Mulder finally started fucking her, just his index finger at first, but it was something. He tried to control his hips bucking forward, but it got to the point to where he couldn’t help it.
“Fuck, Mulder,” Scully whined, trying to gain a little more movement in her arms to touch herself. “Keep- ah- keep going.”
His middle finger joined the first, but he paused and said, “No, tell me what you’d want. Tell me how you’d fuck us both.” Mulder’s thumb moved swiftly across her clit, his hand hard at work.
Scully sighed in an effort to compose her thoughts. “I- oh god don’t stop- I’d want you on your back-”
“Where?” he asked, knowing perfectly well it didn’t matter.
“Fuck, does it matter? The bed, the couch, the kitchen floor- jesusthat’sgood-”
“Tell me what you want,” he repeated, slowing his efforts.
“I wanna- oh- I wanna sit on your cock,” she managed, grasping at Mulder’s forearm across her chest.
“Yeah?” he urged her on, curling his fingers inside of her. He felt her clench down on him.
Scully gasped and moaned, taking a moment to compose her thoughts. Finally, she squeaked, “while I watch her ride your face.”
It was Mulder’s turn to be rendered speechless, and Scully knew she’d done her job when she felt his body jerk with the sudden rush of arousal. With a grunt, Mulder pulled up Scully just enough to slip inside of her. The angle was shallow, but he still thrusted into her roughly.
“Oh god- having you inside me while I- ah- watch you eat a woman out…” Scully trailed off as her muscles tensed. Mulder grunted in agreement, his breath hot by her ear. She continued speaking in an effort to encourage him. “We could play with each others’ breasts- oh fuck, Mulder!- or maybe just make out for a while while you pleasure us,” she gasped, feeling so close to her release. Mulder took the hint, returning one of his hands to her clit, rubbing franticly. Scully moaned and then went silent, finally pulsing around his cock, still wildly bucking up into her. Scully mustered up the energy to lean her head back and look right into Mulder’s eyes, huskily saying, “god, that would really set you off, wouldn’t it?” and Mulder followed right behind.
At dinner, Mulder spoke abruptly, catching Scully with a heap of lo-mein hanging out of her mouth.
“So, who do you have in mind?” he asked.
“In mind for what?” she mumbled around her noodles.
Mulder smirked and easily replied, “For a third.”
Scully gasped, choking on her half-eaten bite, and exclaimed, “Excuse me?”
He quickly backtracked, stammering “I’m sorry, I just thought-”
“No, no, don’t be sorry.” Scully interrupted. “I just didn’t think you’d go for it. You're not exactly one to share,” she said, quirking an eyebrow.
Mulder let out a breath, relieved that he hadn’t made a wrong assumption. “Oh, I'm certainly not. But an occasional thing wouldn't mean that you're not mine.”
Did he just say occasional thing? She thought. Oh fuck, he's all for this.
“Let's be clear--you're really okay with this?” If she knew anything about him and the eclectic entertainment he used to be so fond of, he was, but she had to make sure.
“Scully, I think I've been clear since day one,” he said, setting down his chopsticks to look her in the eyes. “I'm willing to do anything for you and with you, especially something as exciting as this. If you're really interested in pursuing a threesome, then I am too.”
“Wow, I- yeah, I think it’d be really fun.” She was glad they were on the same page, but still she knew there was a bit more to get into. “Let's bounce it between each other for a while and then think about it some more.”
Mulder nodded, expecting that answer. “Sure, but you still didn't answer my question.”
“Hm?” Scully asked, now pretending to not know what he asked her.
Again, Mulder easily supplied, “Who should be our third?”
Scully paused to think about how to go about telling him who her ideal woman was. She kept her head down, focusing on gathering a clump of fried rice to buy her more time. “Well, I think she should be someone we both know.”
“That's smart,” Mulder nodded,” I wouldn't want either of us to feel at a disadvantage.”
“And she should be someone who we both have the potential to be sexually attracted to,” Scully said, trying to come up with more discreet ways of describing her friend.
“Right, I agree. That wouldn’t be fun otherwise.”
Scully gathered up as much lo mein onto her chopsticks as she could, still chewing her previous bite. “Oh, and also-” She glanced up and did a double take when she realized Mulder was staring at her. Staring at her with his- goddammit. With his I-know-exactly-what-you’re-thinking face. Scully set down her chopsticks and tried for the second time that day to pretend like she had no idea what her conversational partner was talking about.
Mulder smiled smugly and said, “I think Monica would be perfect.”
Scully rolled her eyes and grumbled, “I knew I shouldn’t have married a profiler.”