TITLE: A Good Little Catholic Girl

Author: Rae
Rating: NC-17
Category: Scully/Other Slash
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Another Friday night. Another LONELY Friday night. When had my life become so predictable? I used to run from work, change into something riskier and totally let loose.

I walk into my empty apartment, drop my keys on the end table and see the blinking light on the answering machine. I hit the 'play' button and walk into the kitchen thinking nothing would taste better than an ice cold glass of water. No, wait. A glass of wine would be better. Much better.

"Danes, It's Melanie. God, we haven't spoken in ages! I'm in town for a meeting and thought maybe we could go out for old times sake. I'm staying at The Hilton, room 421. Give me a call. Ummmm, 483-7200."

BEEP

How long has it been? The last time I'd seen Mel was well over three years ago. I had just graduated from the Academy and we'd had gone out for drinks to celebrate.

Ahhh, my comfortable couch, I think as I sink into the deep cushions. I wonder what Melanie has been up to. I wonder why she really called. I wonder if she ever thinks about that night. Is that why she called me tonight?

*****

I can remember each and every moment from that night as if I were looking at a photo album. I can still remember the smell of sweat in the bar, and the music from the jukebox as I walked into the haze of the cigarette smoke, looking for Melanie.

She had been seated at a booth in the corner quietly sipping on a beer, watching an intense game of pool in the center of the room.

I made my way past the bodies that had crowded the small dance floor slid into the booth and let out the breath I had been holding.

"I didn't think I'd ever find this place. Why didn't we just meet at Jake's like we usually do?" I helped myself to a handful of pretzels from the bowl in the middle of the table.

"Too big and busy. This place is a little more intimate. I didn't want to have to scream over the noise and try to pretend that the sweaty bodies bumping against me is really accidental."

"I dunno, Mel. I kinda like being bumped into by a hard body..."

"Well, maybe we'll head over there later and see who's around. But, I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you! You did it, Danes. I knew you could. You had been so worried, but I told you, you'd come out on top. You always do."

"Thanks, Mel. It's good to know that someone is proud of my accomplishments." I looked down and noticed that I had shredded a napkin to tiny bits of paper.

"Your father will come around, just give him time."

"I don't know. He's still so mad."

A waitress had come to the table to take my order. I looked at Melanie's half empty glass and decided on a pitcher of beer.

As the waitress took the order back to the bar, I sat back against the booth, shook my head, and cursed quietly under my breath.

"Look, don't worry about it, alright? We're here to celebrate! To have fun! You can worry about your father tomorrow. Tell me about that guy you're seeing. Jack, isn't it?"

"Well, it was. That was a relationship that went nowhere fast."

"What happened?"

"Oh, I'm sure you know the story well. He was a self- centered, macho jerk who thought he could control the world...and me. I thought that men were supposed to mature with age."

The waitress stopped by the table then, and placed a pitcher of cold beer and two fresh beer steins on the table. She poured a glass for both of us, and turned her back, making her way to the bar. I looked on in surprise when I saw Melanie watching the sway of her hips as she sauntered away from the table.

"What about you and Dennis? Any sparks there?"

"Nah. I told him to hit the road a couple of weeks ago. He was a slobbering mess, and I got tired of cleaning up after him."

I raised my eyebrow, a little surprised to hear of the breakup. Melanie and Dennis had been dating since the summer after we had all graduated from High School. I took a long swallow of her beer and looked closely at my friend. When I saw nothing to cause me any worry, I smiled brightly and declared, "So there you have it. Tonight's the night to look for more victims. Who do we have here?"

I looked around the bar and noticed the lack of men in the room. In fact, there weren't any men. I looked back at Melanie and raised an eyebrow in question.

"You want to tell me why there aren't any slobbering fools here?"

"Well, basically, they just aren't welcome. I mean there isn't a sign on the door telling them to stay out, but everyone pretty much knows."

"I didn't know."

"Are you uncomfortable here, Danes? We can split if you want. I'm just not ready for more testosterone right now. I thought I'd take a break for a while."

"From dating, or from men?"

"I haven't quite decided about the men yet. I'm still dating. Well, kinda, anyway."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I was seeing someone, and she told me that I had to choose between her and Dennis. So, I did, and I haven't heard from her since. She just up and left. Her phone has been disconnected and no one answers the door when I stop by."

"You were seeing her while you were dating Dennis?"

"Things aren't always black and white, Dana. Things got a little complicated between Dennis and me. I came here one night with a friend, and left with a new lover. It was pretty profound."

"I can imagine. Did Dennis know?"

"I think he may have suspected something. It doesn't really matter anymore. Listen, this place is dead, tonight. Let's go back to my place, put on something a little more daring, and go show this town how to party."

Twenty minutes later, I stood in front of Melanie's closet looking for a skirt I remembered Mel wearing the week before.

"Where's that little black one you wore last Friday?"

"At the cleaners. Hey, how about we just lay low tonight?"

"I thought you wanted action, dancing and a shot of everything behind the bar."

I walked to the bed and sat down and watched Melanie pull a brush through her hair. She gave herself one last look in the mirror and moved to sit beside me on the bed.

"I'm really not up to all the games tonight. I'd much rather just stay here, with you."

To emphasize her point, Melanie placed her hand on my leg and started to gently run her hand back and forth above my knee.

"What exactly did you have planned tonight, Mel?"

"Nothing's been planned, Danes. It's just, God, I just wanna....I just need to..."

"You're stuttering, Mel, what's this all about? What exactly..."

Whatever I had been about to say, was cut short as Melanie leaned in and placed a gentle kiss upon my lips.

I had gone still, caught off-guard, and unsure of what to do. Melanie pulled back slightly, shushed me and told me to just relax and let my body feel its way through. She told me that my body would know what was wrong, not my head. She then laid me against the bed and began to stroke my thigh through my jeans.

I remember being scared. I had never done anything so daring before. I had never broken the rules so blatantly. And that's what I was doing. It was wrong. Everything in my upbringing spoke against it. But it felt good. It felt exciting to have Melanie kiss me and touch me. It felt exotic to be doing something that I had been taught was wrong.

"I want you to be honest with me, Danes. If you really don't want to do this, just say the word and we'll go out and get totally blasted like we had planned."

"I don't know how to feel about this. I mean, it feels strange, but good. You won't tell anyone?"

"I would never hurt or embarrass you. The ball is in your court. You just let me know how far you're willing to go."

I lifted my head from the pillow and tentatively kissed her back. We started slow, feeling our way through the awkwardness of a first kiss. As I became more comfortable, the kiss became more heated, more intense.

Melanie began to pick up the pace. She bit my lip and climbed on top of me, grinding herself against me. I groaned into her mouth and tried to catch my breath.

I pulled back again, this time breathless and flushed. "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be doing? What's expected of me?"

"Nothing. I don't expect anything from you. I just want you to lie back and enjoy yourself. Go with instinct. Trust your feelings. YOU tell ME what you want."

"I don't want you to stop, Mel. I never thought I would want this, but now that it's happening. . ."

Melanie smiled softly and began unbuttoning my blouse. She kissed the top of my breasts as the skin was revealed behind the fabric. She cupped my breasts in her palms and then gently unsnapped the front closure of my bra and lifted the cups from my skin.

I sighed when I felt Melanie take one of my nipples into her mouth. The feeling was electric. I let myself ride the waves of pleasure that were washing through me.

I pushed Mel off of me and sat up, trying to catch my breath. What was I doing?

"Is everything okay? It's alright to want this, Dana. . . to want me. We're not doing anything wrong. I didn't answer her. I sat up on my knees and swung a leg over her hips so that I was straddling her. I moved the hair away from her face, and leaned in for a kiss. She returned the gesture, and reached up to touch me once more. She tweaked my nipples until they stood out sharp and hard. I cried from the pleasure that coursed from the tips of my breasts down into the heated center of my groin. I rocked back onto my knees and sat on Mel's thighs. I gathered the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head.

"I want to. . ."

"Tell me what you want. It's okay."

I reached behind her and unclasped her bra. I drew the straps down her arms and threw the fabric onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor. I turned back and bent to capture one her nipples in my mouth. Melanie ran her fingers through my hair, and I heard her whispering, "yes, it feels so good, Danes. So good." I straightened and met her mouth with another long kiss.

I ground my hips into hers, and we started to dance against each other. Melanie circled her arms around my back and pulled me to the side so that we were lying on our sides facing each other. She hooked a leg over my thigh and continued to pump her hips against my pelvis. I was getting so wet. I could feel the pressure begin to build between my legs, begging for release. I was moaning now, wanting more, but not knowing how to ask for it.

Melanie looked at me and I saw the arousal in her eyes. She kissed me once more, just a light peck on the lips and them pulled herself up. "What do you say we take this to the next level, Danes. Are you ready?"

I nodded in agreement, and we both sat up to kick off our shoes and take off our socks. We took turns peeling off jeans and panties, and then lay once more upon the bed. I was once again on my back with Mel on top of me. It felt wonderful to feel her soft body moving against mine. She slid down a bit and began to suck on my breasts once again.

I felt her shift and run her hand down my body to my thigh. She made several passes, each one inching closer inside my thigh. I whispered "yes", and she placed her hand over me, where she could feel my heat. She sat up, on her knees and parted my legs.

"Tell me what you want, Dana."

"Touch me, Mel. Please. I need you to."

"Is that all you want?"

"I want it all. I want to feel your mouth on me. I want you to make me come."

She smiled demurely and bent down to fill my request. I felt her breath against me, and then she parted my folds with her finger. I raised myself up on my elbows and watched as she took her first taste. I fell back against the pillows and ground myself into her face. It felt so good. Her mouth was soft, and her tongue was strong. She circled my clit with the tip and then flattened it against me. I began to gyrate my hips, searching for the perfect rhythm. We found it soon, and I was flying, screaming, "yes!, right there, Oh God!"

Melanie stayed with me until the spasms stopped, and then she kissed her way back up to my lips. I opened my mouth, and I tasted myself on her tongue.

We stayed that way for awhile, just kissing and caressing. I told her that it had felt wonderful, that I had never known that another woman could make me feel that way.

"So, you're not sorry, Dana? You don't regret it?"

"Not at all. I'm happy that you were able to share this with me. It was so tender and loving. I haven't felt loved in a very long time. With Jack, it was all about him, even the sex. Sometimes, he'd just crawl on top of me, thrust his way inside and finish before I was even really ready. This was perfect."

"Are you sure? There isn't anything else you want?"

"Well, there is one thing I'd like to try."

"What's that, honey?"

I rolled over and kissed her. I devoured her mouth as if I were eating my last meal. She met me, tongue for tongue. I broke away and started kissing my way towards her breasts. I lovingly kissed and suckled at each, drawing first one nipple, and then the other to a hard peak. Melanie was panting and writhing beneath me. I smiled and continued to draw short breaths of pleasure from her with my mouth.

I opened my lips and darted my tongue out to taste the flesh between her breasts. It was bitter from her perfume and sweat, and I loved the taste. I licked my way down, around her ribs and over her stomach. I dipped into her belly button and continued down until I found my nose buried in the curls between her legs. I took a deep breath, and found myself aroused again by her scent.

I parted her thighs, and lay on the mattress on my stomach. I placed her legs over my shoulders, and bent down low to capture her clit with my lips. Melanie rocked up into my face, and I took one slow lick from bottom to top, tasting her completely.

I began to tentatively draw circles around her clitoris with my tongue. I heard Mel gasping and moaning asking for more, wanting it harder and faster. I answered her cries, and was soon riding her bucking hips with my mouth, lapping up the juices that spilled from her.

Melanie picked her legs up from my shoulders and planted her feet on the mattress beside my head, opening herself wider. "Your fingers, Danes, I want to feel them inside me." I placed first one finger, and then another inside, and began to fuck her hard and fast. She was so hot and tight. It felt different than when I masturbated myself. I slid my other hand down between my legs and started to circle my own clit. I wanted to come with her. I wanted to feel my own pleasure wash over me when Mel let go.

She grabbed my head and thrust her pelvis to my face crying out, "Yes, oh God, Dana. . . so good. I don't wanna let go yet. Not yet."

She sat up and pulled herself from me. I looked up stunned, thinking I had done something wrong.

"Lie down, Dana - on your back." Confused, I lay down back against the pillows and waited to see what she wanted. I know she had been close to coming. I didn't understand why she had stopped.

Melanie crawled over to where I was laying and kissed me. She parted my lips and plunged her tongue deep into my mouth, moaning aloud, only for the sound to be swallowed by me as I hungrily received her kiss like a babe receiving nourishment. She pulled me down, off the pillows and crawled on top of me, laying flush against my body. She began to hump me, and I met her thrust for thrust.

"You want more, Danes?"

"God, yes. But I want to make you come first, Mel. Please."

She smiled wickedly and turned her body. She didn't wait for me to process what was happening before I felt her tongue on my clit once more. I gasped in surprise, and watched as she lowered her herself onto my face.

I grabbed Mel around the legs and proceeded to finish what I had started a few moments before. I started slowly again, trying to draw out the pleasure. Melanie was also taking her time, enjoying her task as well as I was enjoying mine.

When I felt her increase the pressure and tempo, I did as well. I uncurled one of my arms from around her hip, and began to finger fuck her. She doubled her efforts on me, and started to suck earnestly on my clit. I tried to hold back, but couldn't, and came hard and fast.

I hadn't realized that we had both stopped when I had cried out, and came back to myself when Melanie turned around and crawled back up to the head of the bed.

She placed one knee on each side of my head, and squatted over my face, grabbing the headboard to support her weight. I started rubbing her ass as I parted her folds once more with my tongue. After a couple of licks, I decided to try something different, and began to fuck her with my tongue. I heard Melanie panting and used the thumb on my right hand to tickle her clit.

"Oh, yeah, Danes. Just like that. I'm gonna come so hard. I'm so close. Right like that. Oh fuck! Yes! Holy shit, Dana, Oh God, YES!"

I held her trembling legs and rode out the waves with her. She took a few, deep breaths and climbed off of me, laying down beside me on the bed. We held each other close, listening to slowing heartbeats, caressing each other until sleep claimed us.

*****

I rose from the couch and picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"Hilton Hotel, how may I direct your call?"

"Room 421, please."

The phone began to ring and I hung up the phone before Mel answered.

A short time later, I find myself standing outside of room 421. A friend had once told me to go with my instinct. I take a deep breath and knock on the door.

END

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