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And the other one...
In the bathroom of a bar she'd never been to before, a bar full of Marines on weekend leave from Quantico, she kisses Dana Scully. Wet and open-mouthed and tasting of red wine, Dana's hands on her hips with thumbs making slow circles. "Do you live around here?" Elizabeth asks.
"Close," Dana whispers back, kisses her neck, and they gather their coats and leave.
In the apartment Elizabeth drops to her knees and pushes up Dana's skirt, finding white lace and thigh-highs, pale skin in between. She breathes in, out, drags her tongue over the damp fabric and feels Dana tremble.
She tugs down the scrap of lace but only that, still kneeling. Leans in to taste and Dana cries out hoarsely, swaying forward, her hands clutching Elizabeth's shoulders at first contact. Elizabeth doesn't let her move, holding her up, Dana's moans music to her ears as she coaxes her ever closer.
In the bathroom of a bar she'd never been to before, a bar full of Marines on weekend leave from Quantico, she kisses Dana Scully. Wet and open-mouthed and tasting of red wine, Dana's hands on her hips with thumbs making slow circles. "Do you live around here?" Elizabeth asks.
"Close," Dana whispers back, kisses her neck, and they gather their coats and leave.
In the apartment Elizabeth drops to her knees and pushes up Dana's skirt, finding white lace and thigh-highs, pale skin in between. She breathes in, out, drags her tongue over the damp fabric and feels Dana tremble.
She tugs down the scrap of lace but only that, still kneeling. Leans in to taste and Dana cries out hoarsely, swaying forward, her hands clutching Elizabeth's shoulders at first contact. Elizabeth doesn't let her move, holding her up, Dana's moans music to her ears as she coaxes her ever closer.