Hi folks!  Just something I wrote this summer that I haven't 
discovered a venue for, save this board.  

     Don't ya just love Inspector Phoebe Green from the episode 
"Fire".  I did.  Now I know she's a bit insensitive when it comes
to Mulder's or anyone else's feelings, but that's just who she is,
and I hope, someday, Chris Carter brings her back for a better
episode than the one she was in.  I mean, it was okay, but the
character of Phoebe Green deserves more of a chance to shine than
"Fire" permitted her (very little pun there). 

                          WARNING      
     This story is not for the squeamish.  It is Rated NC-17... 
hell it's even too sleazy for that, call it XXX Rated, nothing 
truly perverse mind you, like children or animals, but tons of 
gratuitous sex.   Hell, this story has no real plot, just mostly 
sex strung together with some flimsy background stuff, and yes the
two leads do go at it, so if you don't like that, too bad.  You 
don't have to read it if you don't want to. 

Disclaimer
     This story is in no way meant to infringe on copyrights held
by Fox Television, Chris Carter, or anyone else holding rights to
the characters of 'Fox Mulder' and 'Dana Scully', or 'The X-Files'.
     So, for those of you with dirty little minds, who are still
reading, away we go...
     
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                         BURNING LEATHER
                    by Arianwen P.F. Everett
          
     "I hate this damn eyeliner!" Scully growled in frustration, 
putting the pencil down, and wiping at her left eye with a 
tissue. 
     Two gentle feminine hands stroked her bare shoulders, as a 
accented voice whispered in her ear.  "Save your aggressions for 
tonight, my dear." 
     Dana smiled at that, and went back to her work.  She took a 
long look in the mirror, and almost burst out laughing.  This was 
not her, and yet part of her liked it.  
     "You look deadly!" the accented voice purred out in 
complement.  "He'll love you."
     Scully blushed slightly.  Finishing up her eye make-up, she 
grabbed her swagger stick off the bathroom counter, and walked 
into the bedroom.  It was like any other hotel room she'd ever 
been in, if a bit nicer than most.  The bed was perfectly made, 
and everything was so neat and organized.  Not for long, Scully 
wickedly thought, as ideas of how it was going to get messed up 
ran through her head.  She sighed happily.  
     Her companion came out of the bathroom, and modeled her 
matching outfit.  "So?" the slender, brown haired woman asked.  
She was wearing a leather bikini, adorned with small silver 
chains, identical to the one Dana was wearing.  The woman smiled 
a wicked smile, and her eyes flashed.  Suddenly the phone rang, 
and the woman answered it.  "Hello... yes, thank you."  She 
quickly put down the receiver, and again smiled at Scully.  "The 
game's afoot, Agent Scully."  
     Scully leapt to her feet, and rushed to stand behind the 
door, while the other woman waited patiently.  There was a knock 
on the door, and Scully's heart pounded in anticipation and 
nervousness.  Suddenly a key turned in the lock, and the door 
open, so that Scully had to pull her body in, as not to get hit 
in the face, as the door was pushed back against her.  Scully 
held her breath in an effort not to give herself away.
     Mulder walked in, and looked intensely at the woman visible 
to him, unaware of the one that was hidden behind him.  "So, 
Pheobe, what is it this time?" he asked curtly.  He knew she was 
bad for him.  He knew she'd made a hobby out of breaking his 
heart.  He knew she could not be trusted, yet here he was, still 
her fool.  She'd called, telling him of her arrival in D.C., and 
he'd come running, as always.  He hated his complete devotion to 
her, but could not escape it.  She was fire, and he was eternally 
held in awe of her.
     "Happy Birthday Mulder," Pheobe said, picking up a small 
birthday wrapped box, and offering it to him.
     His brain was stuck for a moment.  Here she was giving him a 
birthday present and obviously offering him more than the box, by 
the way she was dressed.  Something was up; she was playing one 
of her silly games, but for once in his life, something rebelled. 
He would not loose himself to her again.  "No thank you, Pheobe, 
not again.  I've got to go.  It was nice..." 
     Suddenly the door slammed shut behind him, and was locked 
tight.  "You're not going anywhere, Agent Mulder." 
     He whirled on his heels to see what had happened, and 
stood face to face with his partner, Dana Scully, only it wasn't 
her face that his eyes were being drawn to.  Her gorgeous body
was revealed to him, and his eyes could not be drawn away.  Then 
Pheobe grabbed his chin, and forced his lips onto hers.  He 
willingly gave in to her kisses, as he began to feel his 
partner's small cool hands slide around his waist, as she pressed 
her half covered body against his.  Pheobe broke the kiss, and 
smiled deviously at him.  His head turned to see the same look on 
his partner's face.  He suddenly realized what was happening, and 
smiled the same smile on both women's faces.  "I think I've been 
a very naughty boy."
     Both women laughed, and Pheobe started unbuttoning his 
shirt, as Dana gave him one quick swat on his behind with the 
swagger stick she carried.  She then ruffly pulled off his 
jacket, and threw it on a chair.  "Well, Mistress Pheobe, what do
you think we should do with this naughty boy?"   
     "Give him a spanking," Pheobe knowingly suggested.
     "Please... Mistress Dana," Mulder begged sweetly, looking 
deeply into Scully's eyes.  Before he could even say another 
word, she pulled him onto the bed, over her knees, and pulled 
down his slacks.  Her formerly caressing hand had become rigid, 
as it slapped down hard on his soft bottom.  The gentle pain was 
delicious, and Mulder sighed in his pleasure.  Her hand came down 
over and over again on his cheeks, and he started laughing, as it 
began to tickle.  She stopped for a moment, and bent down to 
kiss his reddening tush.  He turned his head up to look at her, 
and she smiled at him.  
     Suddenly he was ripped away from that tender smile, and 
thrown face down to the floor.  "Enough paddling, now it's time 
to get rough!" Pheobe said, cuffing his hands behind his back.  
Suddenly a lash came down on his back, and his body seemed to 
come alive.  He loved when Pheobe became rough.  It excited him 
sexually, never knowing what would come next.  Next he was turned 
to lie on his back, his pinioned hands getting most of his 
weight, as so he'd be staring up at two women, whom he both 
adored, each in a different way.  Dana fell to her knees, and 
positioned herself astride him.  She started kissing his bare
chest, slowly moving down his chest to his waist, making sure not
to miss an inch of his body.  
     All of a sudden, she bit his side hard.  He screamed in 
surprise.  "What do you think you are, Eugene Toomes?!" 
     Scully laughed out loud, and Pheobe looked at her oddly.  
"Eugene Toomes?" she asked, confused.
     "He was a serial killer, who savagely and without use of a 
weapon, ripped open his victims, and ate their livers," Mulder
explained.
     "Shut up slave!  Neither I nor Mistress Dana gave you 
permission to speak" Pheobe shouted, as she kicked Mulder in the 
side, shocking and arousing him intensely.  
     From where she sat, Scully could feel his responce pressing 
against her, provoking her, spurring her on.  She rose to her 
feet, and using the handcuffs, dragged him up with her, then
forced him down on his knees again.  He was breathing hard, and 
Scully had to laugh.  She bent down, and whispered seductively.  
"So you do like it rough, aye Mulder?"  She bit his ear lobe hard, 
and he yelped in pain.
     His head was pressed against her breasts, and he could hear 
her heart beating.  Despite the pain both women were inflicting 
on him, with Dana Scully now running her finger nails sharply 
across his back, and Pheobe Green using the discarded swagger 
stick on his behind, he found himself moaning with delight.  His 
lips sought Dana's flesh, and he kissed, what he could over and 
over, hearing Dana catching her breath, as she became aroused at 
his lips on her body.  
     Her soft hands drew his head closer to her breast, needing 
his kissing and licking to continue.  Behind her, Pheobe, seeing 
her state, untied the straps to her leather top, and Mulder used
his teeth to pull it all the way off.  Her hands mindlessly ran 
through his soft brown hair, in a gentle caressing of his scalp, 
as her sensations were heightened.  He caught her right nipple in 
his mouth, and Dana let out a shriek, as a sharp thrill surged 
through her.  She could feel his tongue on her nipples, licking
and sucking, desperately, just as aroused as she was.  He 
continued teasing the hardening buds of her breasts, and Dana 
threw her head back, moans escaping her lips.
     Pheobe, feeling left out of this erotic situation, began
kissing Scully's neck sensually, and rubbing her hips.  At first 
Dana was startled.  She'd never been kissed by another woman, in
a sexual way, before, but with Mulder working on her chest, and 
Pheobe on her neck, the concerns of gender orientation, went out 
the window.  Her breathing was growing ragged, and she was 
becoming extremely wet between her legs.  A sensual voice whispered
softly and nipped her ear.  "Do you want him now, Agent Scully?"
     All Dana could do was whisper hoarsely.  "Yes..."
 
     Quick as a cat, Pheobe responded, by breaking away from 
Dana, and lifting Mulder to his feet again, by the cuffs.  Both 
Mulder and Scully were locked on each other, passion filling 
their eyes, and Pheobe knew it was up to her.  She pulled Scully 
back on the bed, and Dana laid back on her own.  Then Pheobe 
uncuffed Mulder, and set him loose on what she knew he wanted.    
 
     He climbed on top of Scully, and kissed her deeply, over and 
over, as his hands ran all over her body, wildly.  He enjoyed 
devouring her, experiencing her whole body through touch and 
taste, but he soon came to the conclusion that this was just not 
enough.  He positioned himself astride her, and her legs spread 
eagerly, for him.  
     Pheobe sat down beside them on the bed, and gently guided 
Mulder's stiff cock towards Dana's wet hole.  Just as he was about 
to make his first thrust forward, Pheobe slapped him on the bottom.
"Fuck her good, or suffer the consequences, Slave!" she whispered 
sternly in his ear.
     "Yes Mistress," Mulder answered, pushing his hips forward and 
his manhood deep into his partner.
     Dana let out a gasp, as she felt him entering her.  The feel 
of him inside of her was intensely arousing.  He slowly withdrew 
a bit and then plunged back into her cooling wetness.  Dana grinded
her hips against him, begging for more.  She was beyond control 
now, and the only thing that seemed to matter, to exist, was what 
was happening in her loins.  She moaned and gasped over and over, 
as their fucking found a rhythm, and became faster and more 
urgent.  He was packing her body back into the bed with each 
thrust, as Pheobe swatted Mulder's behind with the swagger stick, 
and the world seemed to melt together around them, growing distant.
They moved as one, moving closer and closer to release, and
finally, like a tidal wave, it came crashing down on them.  They 
held on to each other, in their pleasure, as he exploded inside of 
her, filling her with his cum, and collapsing against her still 
trembling body.  
     Scully's eyes focused on Pheobe's smiling face, and Scully
smiled back.  Pheobe gently pushed the hair from her brow, and
kissed her, gently pressing her tongue deeper into Dana's mouth.  
Mulder, gently disengaged himself from Scully, and watched as
Pheobe took the initiative with Scully.  While at first he found
 
it extremely sexy, watching these two women making out, Scully's 
arms wrapping around Pheobe's neck, kissing her over and over, his 
mind soon began to wander and worry.  He knew what it was like to 
love Pheobe Green, to have your heart broken by her, and he
couldn't help worrying about Dana, and what was going on in her 
head, how much this meant to her.  
     He decided to find out, and moved closer to the two women, 
joining in on their kissing, feeling them both up.  They welcomed 
him, and started touching him all over.  Soon they overpowered him,
and pushed him flat against the mattress.  They started running a 
trail of kisses down his lean body, slowly moving downward towards 
his penis, which was becoming erect again.  Soon both their tongues
were working around his cock, licking and sucking it, as he lay on 
his back, watching them, writhing in ecstacy.  He felt his body 
responding to every movement these women made.  They took turns 
taking him all the way into their mouths, and then continued their 
mutual licking.  His face flushed, and Pheobe knew what was
happening.  She stopped her liking, and put a hand on Dana's 
shoulder, who also stopped.  Mulder, aware only that the sensations
had stopped, groped febily for them to continue, but that wasn't 
what they had in mind.
     Pheobe climbed on top of Mulder, and straddled him, filling 
herself.  She moved up and down, riding him, throwing her head 
back, and shouting at the top of her lungs, so loud Scully had to
cover her ears.  Mulder was used to her loud cries of passion, and
smiled at Scully's startled reaction.  He could feel Pheobe
squeezing her muscles around him, intensifying his sensations.  He 
knew what she liked, after his years with her at Oxford, and he let
his hand gently moved up her body to her throat, clutching her neck
tightly.  Pheobe returned the gesture, and the two were gasping for
air, becoming heady with passion.  
     Scully was shocked and appalled when she realized what they 
were doing, and reacting, she forcefully broke their grips on each 
other.  Mulder and Pheobe were so stunned, they looked at her as if
she were from some other planet.  "What are you two doing?!  Do you
know how dangerous that is, how many people take that a little too 
far, and wind up dead, every year!  You never choke somebody like 
that, no matter how much it turns you on!  Never!" Scully 
reprimanded.
     "Oh give me a break!  Don't be such a prude Agent Scully!  
We're only having a bit of fun, nothing serious!"  Pheobe jested.
     "Story of your life?" Mulder asked, looking up at her.
     Pheobe wiggled her hips.  Mulder gasped as the sensations 
rushing through him again.  "What did you say, Mr. Mulder?"
She wiggled herself again, and he didn't answer back.   Pheobe and 
Dana looked at each other, and both women had to giggle at the 
pleasured look on his face, as Pheobe squeezed him tightly, inside 
her.  She began her erotic movements again, first teasingly slow, 
than speeding up more.  Mulder felt himself of the precipice of an 
intense and unstoppable orgasm, and he smiled widely, as he let it 
overtake him.   Pheobe kept up the movements, despite his flailing,
until she too lost control, coming, and then rolled off Mulder, 
satisfied and spent.  Mulder just layed there for almost ten 
minutes staring up at the ceiling, allowing his body to cool down, 
and his mind to clear.  Once he'd returned to the world of the 
living, he'd discovered two things, Pheobe turned on her side, as 
she always did, falling asleep soon after sex, and Scully snuggled 
against his chest, smiling up at him, as she closed her eyes and 
snuggled even closer.  "Majority rules," he whispered, and then 
settling his head comfortably on the pillow, he closed his eyes.  
Sleep came quickly after.
     The next morning, Scully awoke to a fumbling sound.  She 
looked up, and saw Pheobe making her way around the room, searching
for something.  She was already dressed, and her hair was still 
damp, presumably from the shower.  "What's going on?"  Dana asked 
wearily, disentangling herself from Mulder.
     "My keys Agent Scully, my keys?" Pheobe asked, hastily.
     "In the nightstand, top drawer.  I didn't want you to loose 
them.  Where are you going anyway?"  Scully asked, confused.  
     Pheobe made a beeline for the bed, and got her keys.  "I was 
beeped.  Scotland Yard needs me back in London, pronto.  This 
arsenist we were tracking about three years ago, it appears has 
just resurfaced in one of the lower districts, and since I was the 
one spearheading the case back then, they want me back at 
headquarters," Pheobe explained quickly, grabbing her purse, and 
heading to towards the door. 
     Scully got up, and blocked her.  "I understand your leaving, 
but why didn't you wake Mulder, tell him, say goodbye at least?" 
she asked Pheobe coldly.  She couldn't understand why she was 
confronting this woman like this, but she couldn't stop herself.  
She was angry at Pheobe's insensative attitude towards Mulder.  It 
was almost like she didn't care if she hurt him.
     Pheobe got nervous, seeing the hardness in Scully's eyes, and 
now she fumbled for words.  "Mulder understands.  This is the way 
it's always been between us.  Anyway, I've got to go.  It was nice 
seeing you again, Agent Scully, and thanks for agreeing to help me 
with the suprise!  It went off great, didn't it?!  Anyway, 
goodbye!", and out the door Inspector Pheobe Green hastily 
retreated.
     Scully now understood.  She really didn't care.  It reminded 
her of the story of the scorpian and the tortoise.  The tortoise 
had done the scorpian a favor in agreeing to ferry him across the 
river on his back, and then the scorpian had stung him, a death 
sentence for both.  When the tortoise, sinking, with his last 
breaths, asked the scorpian why he had done it, all the scorpian 
could reply was "because it is my nature to sting,".  Pheobe 
couldn't care or feel in the same way most people did.  It just 
wasn't in her nature to do so.  Unfortunately Scully had offered 
her Mulder's back as well as her own, and now they would both pay 
the price. 
     Scully quietly eased herself down onto the corner of the bed, 
and started thinking about what she was going to do, to say to 
Mulder, when he awoke.  They had crossed the line last night, and 
now there was no way home.  She cursed herself for agreeing to do 
it, but it had seemed like a good idea at the time, a very good 
idea, and Pheobe had been persuasive with her talk of how Mulder 
had always wanted a threesome, but they had just never gotten 
around to it, back in Oxford, and how wonderful a birthday present 
it would make, fulfilling his fantasy.  It had seemed like a better
gift that the silk tie she had gotten him, and Scully had eagerly 
agreed, wanting to make him happy, but also to fulfill her own 
fantasies.  She had wanted him for some time now, but that line was
always there, and she'd respected it's bounderies.  At first she 
had not understood, why she had agreed to it, but now it was clear 
to her. Two is company and three's a crowd.  With Pheobe there, she
and Mulder had an emotional chaperon.  It was just three people 
having a little harmless fun together.  There was no risk of it 
meaning anything more, and none of them had wanted it to mean or to
be anything more than just awesome sex.  Now Pheobe had left a day 
earlier than planned, and Scully was on her own, as naked as Mulder
was and unchaperoned.  Her greatest fear, as well as her greatest 
desire, was to have him wake up, and want her again.  She would, 
and then where would they be?  What would they do?  How would they 
live, and how could they work together after last night?  
     Suddenly Mulder stirred, and Scully jumped.  He sat up and 
looked intensely at her.  His eyes mirrored her confusion on how to
proceed, and seconds seemed like ions.  "Where's Phoebe?" he asked,
looking around.
     "She got beeped.  Scotland Yard needed her, and well, you 
know, duty calls," Scully answered, still staring at Mulder.
     Neither knew what to say, and then, suddenly the answer hit 
them both at once.  Scully smiled sweetly at Mulder, got up, and 
padded off into the bathroom to take a shower.  Mulder 
appreciatively watched her go, and then put on a hotel bathrobe, 
waiting his turn.  
     When Scully had finished her shower and he had taken his, they
both dressed, and went out for breakfast, before going to work.  
They had made an unspoken pact.  Life would go on like normal 
now (at least as normal as one's life could be when your job is 
chasing aliens and werewolves), and the previous night would be 
nothing more than a loving memory, one they would both cherish, 
each in their own way.  Neither would have it any other way.