Girls' Night In

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NOTES: Basically smut, but I just wanted to take the opportunity to be cruel to Dogget at the start.

Dogget pounded on Scully's door insistently. He waited for a minute. No answer. He pounded again.

As he smacked his shoulder squarely into Scully’s front door, it gave way, and he found himself staring at a pair of back-breakingly high platformed spike heels.

"Can I help you, Agent Dogget?" Scully's husky voice asked from above. She reached down to help him up.

Dogget, though more then a little confused, was very excited to see Scully in nothing but heels and a fluffy terry-cloth robe.

"Scully, Dana," he began "I know I'm not Mulder, I don’t have what he has, but I'd like you to give me a chance." He searched her eyes for an answer.

Dogget broke into a pathetic laugh "You don't get it, do you?" he said, half to Scully, half to himself. "I mean something else entirely".

Before he'd even had a chance to think, Dogget had planted his mouth on Scully's. For the second it took her to realise what was happening, she let him, after that, she pushed him away urgently.

As John entered the car park a New Orleans numberplate stared him in the face. It was Monica’s.

As Scully closed the door it made a satisfying "click" sound. She smiled. She would deal with Agent Dogget later, for now she would just enjoy herself. As Scully approached the bedroom door a tall, slim brunette greeted her.

One arm snaked under Dana's robe and rested lightly on her hip, while the other struggled to push it over Scully's shoulders. Dana pulled away playfully.

"You promised not to touch me until it’s your turn" said Scully "looks like I'm going to have to restrain you physically" Scully giggled, pulling out her handcuffs.

Dana stalked Monica to the bed, snapped the cuffs on her wrists, and backed away. A wicked grin spread over Scully’s face as she opened her robe to reveal a black lace baby-doll, held onto her curves by delicate buttons down the middle.

Monica's face twisted into an appreciative grin "Did somebody visit Fredericks?" She asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Your challenge, darling" she said, ducking in to nibble Monica’s earlobe, "is to get me out of this without breaking any of these buttons. If you can do that, you can touch me, if not, well, we'll see..."

Monica smiled and leant forward, catching one of Dana's tender nipples in her mouth. The low moan that escaped Dana's lips was accompanied by her delicate hands pulling Monica's mouth closer. A moment passed before Dana regained control of herself. She pushed Monica away from her bosom.

Monica decided to work from the top. The first few buttons came undone easily, aided by Scully's full breasts. The next button didn't prove as easy. It sat just below Scully's cleavage, and while Monica wrestled it undone, she hat to resist the temptation of Scully's soft round peaks, as her nose was buried in Dana's cleavage the entire time. Of course, there was much giggling from both of them. The following four or so buttons came undone with more giggles but little trouble, but with the next, the scent of Dana's moistened core led Reyes to forget their little game. She snapped off a series of buttons, not content until her nose rested in the apex of curls between Dana’s legs. Dana resisted the nearly overwhelming urge to let Monica lick her cunt. Instead, she shuffled back a little and looked Monica in the eye.

Scully climbed off the bed and settled herself on the sofa opposite. The lace loosely covered her breasts, but Monica could still see that Dana's nipples were diamond-hard. Scully let her eyes slip closed as she lifted her fingertips up to caress her nipples. The lace intensified the sensation, and she let one hand snake between her legs. Slowly, she trailed her fingers over her glistening labia, then up to cover her clit in the slick fluid. Monica tried in vain to stimulate her nipples with her elbows. No such luck. Dana's lips curved into a half smile when she heard Reyes straining against the wood. She continued to finger herself, knowing Monica was watching. Fingers tracing over her clit, then dipping into her cunt and then back to her clit. Monica squeezed her legs desperately together.

"God Dana" she hissed between clenched teeth, watching as Scully’s face contorted, then flushed pink, signalling her orgasm.

A minute later the redhead's eyes opened. Monica looked back at her in desperation.

Dana clamoured over to her lover and planted a trail of hurried kisses up her body, ending at her lips. Then Dana skirted back down so she was at the perfect height to take one of Monica's breasts in her rosebud lips. As Dana did this, Monica bucked against her thigh, which was conveniently wedged between Monica's legs. Dana slipped her hand between them, furiously pumping Monica's clit. In almost no time at all, Monica came, leaving a sweet, sticky patch on Dana's leg. Dana released Monica from her handcuffs. Before Monica jumped in the shower, she whispered something in Dana's ear "My place, tomorrow, 8pm."