From: "t. dean" Date: Sun, 09 Jan 1983 20:04:39 -0500 Subject: Internal Affair Source: direct Reply To: tad@ohiolinks.com Title: Internal Affair Author: Angel Brown Email: 14983@wildmail.com Rating: NC-17 Category: Scully Slash Spoilers: one reference to something that happened to the office in "The End". Summary: Langley's niece becomes an X-Files intern and has a romantic encounter with Scully Disclaimer: Jenni Jackson is my creation based on a few female teenage x-philes I have met on the net. The regular X-Files Gang all belong to the great genius Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, yadda, yadda, yadda. I don't care if you archive this as long as I get credit as the author. Feedback is welcome. Hint: Visualize Brittany Spears with platinum blonde hair and baby blue eyes when reading about Langley's niece. Feedback is welcomed. Do you want to see Jenni guest star in more fanfic? Let me know. XxXx May 15, 1995 Washington D.C. Three yellow school buses pulled up in front of the FBI headquarters to unload the gaggle of eighth graders. The lucky youngsters were the benefactors of an educational grant from the State of Virginia to increase students' interests in civics and ultimately raise their Citizenship test scores on the 9th Grade Achievement Tests. The Hoover Building was the first stop of their tour of Government buildings in Washington DC. XxXx The Basement of the Hoover Building A small slender girl made her way stealthily down the darkened hallway. She was determined and unafraid as she peered into the slightly open doorway of the X-Files office. She observed a petite, auburn haired woman in monstrous high heels leaning over the shoulder of a lanky, ruggedly handsome man seated at a desk. The girl smiled broadly. This was definitely the place! "Hi Mulder!" she called cheerily. Both adults turned quickly to stare in her direction. "Jenni?" "Yeah, its me, Mulder. How ya doin'? Hey, I bet you're Scully. Mel said you were a hot redhead. Is that a case file on some nasty Grays? Can I see, huh?" "Slow down, Kiddo," the man laughed. "Oh, sorry. I'm rambling again," the girl smiled apologetically. "Scully, this is Jenni Jackson. She's Langley's niece." With a lift of her brow, the woman took an appraising look at the waif. Her blonde hair was unkempt and held back by a black headband; her black clothing hung limply on her slight frame. Intelligence sparkled within blue eyes behind thick glasses encased in heavy black frames. She had a labyrinth of metal on her teeth. (Langley's niece? Figures. Cute but Geeky) she mused to herself. She smiled at the girl. "Hi, I'm Dana." "Wow! I can call you Dana? Really? I thought only Mel called you Dana." "Mel? You mean Frohike?" she asked. "Yeah, he and John are part of the Lone Gunmen with Uncle Ringo. I thought you knew them?" The woman chuckled. " I do know them, but obviously not as well as you do. It's hard to remember they have first names and personal lives." The girl flashed a smile that almost made her look attractive. "Mel wishes he knew YOU better." "Ah Hummm..." Mulder cleared his throat. "Oh, I shouldn't have said that, huh?" The man shook his head, grinning profusely. "Jenni, how did you get in here?" Scully inquired. "Oh, I'm on a field trip." "Field trip? We've never had students tour the basement before. Are you sure you're not lost?" Dana Scully asked already suspecting the answer. "No, I'm not lost. I've studied the schematics of this place. I...just..." "Ran away," Mulder finished. The girl blushed. "Jenni, we'd better get you back with the rest of the group," he offered placing a hand on her shoulder, ushering her out the door. XxXx August 1999 The X-Files Office "Hey, Scully, what do you think about having a student intern?" Fox Mulder asked hopefully. "I don't," the woman responded while typing up a report. "You don't what?" "I don't think about having a student intern." "Why not?" She sighed and looked up from her computer screen. " I just don't. Where are you going with this anyway?" "Langley's niece has applied to the Bureau to be a student intern with the X-Files." "Oh, no! You're not getting 'The Lone Gunwoman' in here! I remember when she tried to infiltrate the place four years ago. No. Absolutely not." "Aw, come on Scully, it'll be fun!" "Mulder, you have come up with some bad ideas, but this one is the worst." "Will you at least look at her application? She's a bright girl; 4.0 student, an award winning painter, a black belt in Tae Kwon Do; she even has a part time job as a web page designer. Her teachers think she is wonderful." Scully reached for the file. "Why, Mulder? Why?" He made his best puppy dog face, "As a favor to Langley?" "I suppose I am going to regret this...but...I guess I owe Langley a favor or two. Alright Mulder, you can have your intern." "Our intern, Scully," he smiled happily. The mercurial redhead stuck out her tongue at her partner. XxXx Two Weeks Later Dana Scully could hardly believe this vision of loveliness could be the same awkward child who had come to the Bureau on a field trip four years earlier. The young woman standing before her stood 5'7", slender and muscular with the graceful movements of a dancer. She was dressed in tight fitting leather skirt and turtleneck sweater. Her mesmerizing blue eyes embed warmth as she extended her hand in greeting, "It's good to see you again, Dana." The words slid past flawless white teeth. Mouth agape, the redhead accepted her hand. "Jenni?" she asked in astonishment. Her dismay obviously pleased the girl who chuckled happily in a throaty voice. "Can you believe it, Scully?" her partner gushed. "Who'd have thought Langley's niece would have grown up like this?" The girl blushed. "Really, Mulder, its no big deal. Everyone has to grow up sometime." Scully smiled appreciatively at the teenager. "You'll have to excuse him - he doesn't get out much!" she chided. "I guess not," the girl responded, rolling her eyes. Both women laughed. "Uh, oh, I think I'm outnumbered!" the man joined in the light-hearted banter. "That's right, Buster, so you'd better behave!" the girl smiled as she poked him in the ribs. XxXx Later that afternoon The newest member of the X-Files eagerly went on her first official errand to get take-out from Yong Foy's. Scully watched her with a smile as she walked out the door. "I think she's fitting in nicely, Mulder." "And you thought she would be a problem!" "I know. I know. I made a mistake, okay?" "So nice of you to admit, Scully!" She threw a wad of paper at his temple. XxXx A few days later. The desk phone rang. The teenager rushed to pick it up. "Jackson," she answered then grimaced. "Jackson. Jennifer Jackson. I'm the intern." The girl bit her lip and glared unhappily at Mulder, "For you, its Skinner." He took the phone from her. "Yes, Sir. I understand. We'll get on it right away." He grabbed his suit jacket as he hung up. "We have to get down to PS 132. There's been another homicide." He headed for the door. The two ladies were right behind him. He glanced over his shoulder, "you can't go," he said to the blonde. Her face flushed with anger. "Why not?" she demanded petulantly. "Skinner wants you to stay here." "That's ridiculous!" interjected Scully. "I know, but he's the boss." "Since when did you start following the rules, Mulder?" "Since a 17-year old girl joined our team and her uncle is holding me accountable for her safety." "Sorry, Jenn, he's right. It is safer if you stay here." "Etu Brute?" the girl looked pleadingly at the woman. "I'm afraid so, Kiddo!" she smiled. "So what am I supposed to do around here while you're gone?" "Read the files, hack into the government data base, knock yourself out!" Mulder cajoled as he closed the door on the unhappy teen. XxXx Two Weeks Later The Hoover Building Dana Scully sat in the training session on new department paperwork procedures. Her mind drifted to Jenni. Her smile was captivating; her blue eyes sparkled in invitation. The woman felt a warm tingling in her nipples as she remembered the way the girl's high, supple breasts were accentuated in the white French-cut T-shirt she was wearing the day before. Her firm, slightly rounded abdomen peaked out seductively from between her shirt and the brown hip-hugger slacks. Dana found herself wondering what it would feel like to cover Jenni's little tummy with open-mouthed kisses. She found herself fantasizing about unbuttoning those slacks, slowly pulling down silky white panties to brush her face against the teenager's honey colored pubic hair. "Hey, Scully! Where'd you go?" she heard Mulder ask as he waved his hand in front of her face. "Huh?" she responded, blinking her eyes back into focus. "You were a million miles away, Scully. Where were you?" "Ah...I was just thinking about the high school murders" His inquisitive hazel eyes penetrated her soul as he looked at her. He cocked his head to one side staring at her. "So, any new insights?" "Not really." "Well, they're taking a 15 minute break. Want to stretch your legs and get some more coffee?" "Sure, Mulder. I could really use a little break to clear my head." She followed her partner absently into the hallway. Her mind was still preoccupied with images of the girl. "I can't believe they're making us change our paperwork procedures," Mulder complained. "Ugh...wha...?"Scully mumbled. "Man, you are really out of it today. What's up with you, anyway?" He finished putting the creamer in the coffee and handed her a cup. The woman looked into his puppy eyes. "I honestly don't know, Mulder. I guess I'm just not myself lately." "Anything I can do to help?" "Not this time, Mulder," she turned away and walked back into the conference room, leaving him more than a little confused. XxXx A month later The basement office Friday, 5:00 PM "So what are you doing tonight, Mulder?" "I hadn't really made any plans. You asking me out, Scully?" She chortled in response. "I guess maybe I am. I'm going to the art exhibition at Chadwick tonight and I really don't want to go alone." "Ah, so you're going to see Jenni's paintings? That's nice Scully." "So, you'll go?" she smiled hopefully. "Do I have to stay very long?" "Not if you don't want to." "Hey, maybe we can all go out for pizza afterwards?" "Sounds good, Mulder. Let's do it!" XxXx Friday 10:30PM Tony's Place "So, what'll it be folks?" the waiter inquired. "An extra large wit everything and a pitcher of Sam Addams," Mulder ordered. "Hey, wait a minute! I'm a vegetarian!" the teenager interrupted. "Oh, right. Sorry," Mulder apologized. "And I guess you won't be drinking beer either!" "So, we'll order a veggie works pizza and a pitcher of Diet Sprite," decided Scully. "No. No. You guys can drink the Sam Addams. I don't mind. Really." "No, Jenn, we need to set a good example for you," the woman offered. "Puh-lee-ase! You treat me like I'm ten, Dana. I've had alcohol before." "Well, we're not buying you any," Scully said firmly. "Oh, I don't drink anymore, anyway. I've been on the wagon since I moved back to DC." "You make it sound like you were an alcoholic," Mulder commented in jest. "I was." Scully looked up, surprised. "That's one of the reasons Mom brought me back here. I was hanging out with a rough crowd in Atlanta. A lot of drinking, drugging, and sexing." "Hey, Atlanta, that's where that big group of kids had Gonorrhea," Mulder stated. His partner kicked him under the table and shot him a warning look that said 'Back Off! Big Time!'. The teenager's electric blue eyes met his inquisitive gaze, unashamed. "That's right. I was one of those kids." "Jenn, you don't have to share these things with us. They're too personal," the redhead soothed. "I don't mind. Really." The man's interest was peaked. "So, you participated in a lot of sex parties?" "MULDER!!!" Scully spat out vehemately. The angelic looking blonde smiled indulgently, "Yes. I did. I once fucked a train of over 20 guys... and..." "Really, Jenni, you don't have to tell us these things, Scully politely objected. "But, he wants to hear about them, Dana. Don't you, Mulder?" He licked his lips, aware of the tension growing in his groin. "No, Jenni. I don't want you to share the details of your personal life with us." The girl shifted her gaze from the man to the woman. Dana felt herself the object of swift mental calculation. "I've been with girls too. Lots of them." The woman's icy glare focused sharply on the teenager. "Look, Jennifer, I know you want to shock me. You don't need to. I still accept you and like you for whom you are. Your past actions have no affect on my feelings for you." The very sensual blonde reached across the table to touch the redhead's hand. "I'm glad my sexual preferences don't bother you, Dana. And it makes me even happier to know that you have 'feelings' for me." Their eyes locked briefly and a wave of understanding passed between them. "Pizza's here!" interrupted Mulder, strategically. XxXx Scully's Apartment 12 Midnight Dana Scully filled the clawfoot tub up with vanilla scented bubble bath, dropped her green terry robe from her shoulders, and gratefully slipped into the relaxing warm water. This evening was a nightmare. The best laid plans of mice and men...God, why did things always have to be so complicated? All she wanted was to see Jenni's paintings; show her how much she was appreciated as part of the X-Files team. The girl was really working hard and not getting any recognition for it. This evening was supposed to be a fun time, but Mulder's unthinking, big mouth ruined everything, as usual. He should have known better than to order beer for a minor. What was he thinking? That simple mistake opened a can of worms she did not really want to deal with. Jennifer Jackson was a former substance abuser and sex addict. That was more than she needed to know! It made her very uncomfortable and the girl know it! She enjoyed Dana's discomfort. And that touch! Her flesh burned with the memory of the way that little girl held her hand and gazed into her eyes. Was that touch an invitation? Did that look convey sexual interest? Oh, don't go there, Dana! The last thing you need is a sexual relationship with a teenage girl! XxXx 8:30 AM, Saturday Morning Starbucks Coffee inside Barnes and Noble Bookstore Melvin Frohike ordered a black coffee and a slice of chocolate mocha cheesecake. He apprehensively joined Dana Scully at a table for two. She was wearing faded blue jeans and a black mock turtle neck sweater, she stared at nothing while sipping her fat-free foamy latte. "Dana?" the gnomish, gray haired man interrupted her thoughts. "Oh...Hi...Have a seat," she waved her hand to indicate the space across from her. Frohike sat down and nibbled nervously at his cheesecake. He raised a fork full in offering, "Wanna bite?" She shook her head no. The man started, "Don't get me wrong, Dana, I really enjoy having coffee with you but I can't help but think you asked me here for a specific reason." "Sorry, Frohike. I'm just a little preoccupied lately." "I can tell." He gave him one of her most endearing grins. "What can you tell me about Jenni Jackson?" He looked startled, "Langley's niece? You called me here to talk about Langley's niece?" "Why, is that so surprising?" "I just figured you'd want to talk about something related to the X-Files." "This is related to the X-Files; she is our high school intern, you know." "I know. We're all really happy for her. She's wanted this for a long time." "So, what can you tell me about her past?" "Ah...maybe you should talk to Langley about that." "I don't want to appear to be rude. She told us all about Atlanta last night over pizza." "Oh, yeah, Atlanta..." "So, it's true, then...what she said?" "Sex parties. Drug abuse. Yeah, it's all true." "My God," murmured the woman. "I know it's hard to believe. Jenn was such a good kid when she moved there." "It's amazing what kids will do to fit in," she commented. "When her mom hound out she sent her to rehab and then back up here to live with Ringo." "I keep remembering that geeky kid who wandered into our office five years ago. It's hard to believe they're one and the same person." "Tell me about it! She's a real knock out!" "Does she have any boyfriends? Go out on dates, that kind of thing?" "I really don't know, Dana. Where are you going with this? "I guess I'm really fishing to see if she has any girlfriends." "Girlfriends?" "Call me paranoid, but I think she's coming on to me." "At least she has good taste," the man said with a lewd grin. "Frohike! I'm serious!" "So am I!" he chuckled. She sighed, "Oh, brother..." "Okay. Okay. I'm sorry. I couldn't resist. You're asking me if Jenni's gay?" "Well, if you can believe what she says, Jenni has had sex with girls before." "I guess it would all depend on her personal preferences then. She could just have engaged in sex with girls as a part of a group sex thing. In that case, she could prefer sex with guys and just added the girls to heighten the experience. But then again, she may have preferred the girls after she began experimenting. I don't know her that well. She's Langley's niece, not mine." "I know, but I can't very well ask Langley about her sexual preferences. Now, can I?" "I guess not." "So what do I do?" "Well, that all depends on you, Dana. She turns 18 in a couple a weeks." "What are you saying, Frohike?" "I'd go for it if I had the chance and I thought Langley wouldn't cut off my balls!" "Jesus Christ! You are no help!" "You asked what I'd do. I told you. Don't bite my head off for being honest with you.." The woman put her head in her hands. "I'm right back to where I started from." "You attracted to her, Scully?" "I don't know. She's a pretty girl. She's bright and charming. Who wouldn't be attracted to that?" "I know it's none of my business, but, have YOU ever been with a woman before?" She shook her head negatively. "Sorry to disappoint you." He patted her hand, "You didn't." XxXx 8 AM, Monday Morning Basement Office Dana Scully and Fox Mulder were just settling into their second cup of coffee while discussing the rash of cult-like murders of local high school students. "I think going undercover is the only option we have left at this point, Scully." "Mulder, that's ridiculous. These murders are taking place at virtually every public high school in the DC area. We can't possibly go undercover at every high school." "That's where you're wrong, Scully. Substitute teachers are need in EVERY school." "Oh, no. I won't do it, Mulder." "Come on, Miss Scully, it will be fun. I think you'd mad a great high school science teacher." "No, I wouldn't. I hated high school as a student. I'm sure I'd hate it even more as a teacher; a substitute teacher at that. Don't you remember how badly subs got treated? No way, Mulder!" "Awe, come on! You'll love it when you get used to it." "No, I won't. I don't like teenagers." "You like Jenni." "That's different." "No, it's not. You didn't think you'd like her when I first accepted her as an intern. And now, you're crazy about her!" "I wouldn't go that far, Mulder." "Okay. Okay, but she's crazy about you. She adores you. She hangs on your every word." "Oh, Mulder she does not!" "It's true, Scully. You don't see the way she looks at you when you're studying a case file." "Hey! No fair!" a feminine voice protested as the door slammed shut. "Oh, Hi, Jenni," he greeted with a sheepish grin. "And what about the way YOU look at her, Mulder? You're always watcher her ass when she walks down the hall and you never take your eyes off her lips she speaks." "That's not true!" he protested. "Oh, yes, it is! Don't even try to deny it!" "Children, please!" the woman under discussion interrupted, her cheeks flushing almost as red as her hair. "I really don't warrant all this..." "Sorry," they apologized in unison. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going down to the forensics lab." She quickly exited the office. "Nice goin', Jenni!" "Hey, you started it! Why were you talking about me, anyway?" "I want to go undercover as substitute teachers at some of the local high schools and Scully wants no part of it. She says she doesn't like teenagers and I reminded her of how much she likes you." "So, how much DOES Dana like me?" the girl asked excitedly with a coy smile. Mulder chuckled, "Not as much as you'd like her to!" "Why, Fox Mulder, that was down right cruel!" "Look, Jenni, the 'Ice Princess' is not an easy mark. As you so TACTFULLY pointed out earlier, I'm interested in her myself. I've pursued her for years and gotten no where." "Well, maybe you're just not her type." "And you think YOU are?" "Maybe." He shook his head in wonder, "Well, Jenni, maybe you are. Maybe you are..." XxXx 12:15 PM Forensics Lab Mulder and his intern entered the lab. The object of their affections was sitting at a microscope intently studying a specimen. "Hey, Dana, wanna get some lunch?" the girl asked. The woman looked up with a resigned expression. "Sure, why not? I'm getting no where here." XxXx 5:00 PM, Wednesday Basement Office "Scully, I know you're not fond of the idea of going undercover, but what do you think of someone else going undercover?" "Who do you have in mind - and don't say Diana Fowley." "Okay, I won't. Jenni." "Jenni! Mulder, have you lost your MIND?!!" "No. Hear me out - Jenni turns 18 on Monday. She is a high school student. She would make a perfect cover. She's the age they are targeting." "That's exactly why she shouldn't go undercover. Mulder, you have lost your mind. Jenni's not a real agent. She's just an intern, a kid. You cant' put her life in danger like that." "What if she wants to do it?" "Why do I get the feeling the two of you have already discussed this?" "She wants to help out, Scully. She feels useless around here." "Skinner will never go for it." "Skinner doesn't have to know." "Mulder! I can't let you put this girl in danger. Listen to yourself, do you even know what you're saying? A few weeks ago, you wouldn't even let her accompany us to a crime scene." "Scully..." "No, Mulder! No! If you do this, I will go straight to Skinner myself. I swear it!" "You care for her, don't you, Scully?" "What?" "I think you're in love with her." "Now, I know you've lost your mind, Mulder. You're jealous of my friendship with YOUR intern. That's pathetic. You know that?" The angry redhead stormed out of the office. XxXx November 8, 1999 8:00 AM, Monday Morning Basement Office Jennifer Jackson opened the X-Files' office door to a rousing chorus of "Surprise!" Her uncle, Ringo Langley, his friends, Byers , Frohike, Mulder and Scully were all waiting on her with a birthday cake and presents. "Wow! This is GREAT!" she yelled and threw her arms around Langley. "You really are surprised?" he asked his niece. "Oh, yes! I had no idea! I was beginning to think you had forgotten all about my birthday." "Hey, Jenn, you better blow out the candles and make a wish before the smoke alarm goes off," Mulder urged. "Oh, right! Wouldn't want anyone to think there was another fire going on down here!" she laughed. They all sang "Happy Birthday" as Jenni made a wish and blew out the candles. Dana Scully acted as the perfect hostess passing out cake and coffee as the birthday girl opened her presents. "Wow, a real FBI cap!" she announced, placing it on her head with reverence. "Now, just remember, you can't go around impersonating an Agent," warned Mulder. She saved her favorite mentor's present until last to open. It was a gold necklace with the letter X on it. "Oh, it's beautiful," she cooed. "Dana, will you put it on me?" she asked walking over the woman. "Sure," she smiled taking the necklace from the girl's hands. She leaned in close to her fastening the clasp behind her neck. "Thank you," Jenni murmured as she felt the cool metal settle onto her flushed skin. She placed her hand behind the female agent's head and warmly kissed her mouth. Their eyes locked after the kiss. "You're welcome," Scully whispered softly with a smile. Mulder and Frohike exchanged an awkward, knowing, glance. XxXx 8:30 PM, Friday Night Scully's Apartment Dana Scully was curled up on her couch reading a Ton Clancey novel with a glass of Merlot on the coffee table when the doorbell rang. "Damn!" she thought, "Mulder always interrupts me just when I'm trying to relax!" "Use your key!" she yelled not bothering to look up from her reading. "I don't have a key!" came the response from the other side of the door. She threw her book on the table. "Jenni?" she asked getting up from the couch. "Yeah, it's me." The redhead opened the door to her young friend. "You are getting to be more like Mulder everyday!" she chided. "I take it that's a good thing?" the girl inquired with a grin. "Most of the time," the woman responded tousling the girl's silky blonde mane with affection. "Have a seat. Can I get you anything?" "Juice?" "Apple or Cranberry?" "Cranberry." She returned with the juice and joined her young companion on the couch. "So what brings you here on a Friday night, Miss Jackson?" The girl licked her lips and stared into the woman's sapphire eyes. "You do," she answered as she sipped her drink thoughtfully. "Don't tell me you're here to persuade me to let you go undercover." The girl smiled seductively. "Actually, I prefer to do it on top of the covers." The woman smiled back. "You ARE a naughty girl." Jenni put her juice down and moved in closer. "I really like you, Dana." "I know," she responded meeting her gaze. The teenager reached out to touch her beloved's cheek. Dana closed her eyes, relishing the physical contact. "You're so pretty," she breathed as she attempted to kiss the copper haired beauty. "Don't," Scully said, pulling away. Confusion crept over the girl's flawless features. "Why not?" Scully clasped her hand affectionately. "I can't, Jenni, for lots of reasons. You're an intern; I'm old enough to be your mother..." "You're only 35!" She smiled, "Only? You're 18." "Dana, it doesn't matter. I'm no child. I've been around." "I know. But, a sexual relationship between us is not ethical." "I want you, Dana. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone." She caressed the soft blonde hair with trembling fingers. "You're so young, Jenni. You think you love me now..." "Now is the only thing that matters!" tears welled up in the girl's eyes and slowly trickled down her baby soft cheeks. "You don't want me because I've had a disease. You think I'm damaged goods," she sobbed. Dana Scully was overcome with emotion. "Oh, don't cry!" she pleaded enfolding the child in her arms. She kissed her hair and rocked her gently. "I'd never think of you as 'damaged goods'. You're just...so...young." The woman-child clung to her desperately. They held each other in silence for quite awhile. She loved the feel of the girl in her arms; her muscular little body felt surprisingly soft. The woman's body was enflamed with desire. The heat of her fantasies overcame her common sense. She tilted the girl's chin upward and softly kissed her lips. It felt so good, so warm. Jenni gazed at her with love in her eyes. "You want me, Dana?" The woman nodded, blushing slightly. Jenni took the lead and kissed her passionately. Fire burned in Dana's body as she hungrily consumed the girl's thrusting tongue. She found herself grinding her pelvis against her lover's knee located strategically between her thighs. She was so excited, her breath was coming in rapid gasps. "Jenni...stop, Sweetie...or I'm gonna cum..." "I want you to. I want to make love to you," she panted in return. The woman kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, her forehead. "Jenni, it's been a long time since I've been with anyone... years." The blonde kissed down her throat to the tops of her heaving breasts. "I want to make you feel good. I'll take my time," she vowed. She began tugging at Dana's cotton T-shirt. Scully placed her hand over the girl's. "Stop, Sweetie." "Why?" she asked, the hurt and confusion evident in her voice. "If we're going to do this, I want to do it right." She got off the couch, took her lover's hand and led her to the bedroom. She pushed the door shut behind them and pulled off her shirt. The teenager reached to unfasten her bra. "No, don't. Sit on the bed while I undress. I want you to see what you're getting and if you still want this old body after you've seen it..." "Dana, you're not old. You're beautiful. I've never met a sexier person." She removed her bra and smiled, slightly embarrassed. "See, what gravity does to a woman's body with age?" Despite her self-depreciating comments, her alabaster breasts were firm and rounded with perky coral colored peaks. She unbuttoned her jeans and slipped out of them. She touched her lower abdomen. "I do 500 crunches everyday and yet..." The girl got off the bed and knelt in front of her beloved, kissing her lightly freckled stomach. "And yet, you are soft and feminine, the way a woman should be," she responded as she pulled off the cotton panties to reveal neatly trimmed auburn curls. Scully placed her hands on either side of the girl's face. "Come here, you," she commanded and the girl rose to face her. "You are one of the most beautiful women I've ever met. I don't understand what you see in me," she said and then kissed her passionately. "I've loved you from the moment I saw you. Maybe even before. The Gunmen talked about you all the time: how pretty you were, how smart you were, what a fool Mulder was for not..." "Shh...Mulder's the last thing I want to talk about now," she said placing a finger to the girl's lips and kissing the tip of her nose. The girl opened her lips slightly to allow her tongue to flick out and lick Dana's finger. The woman gasped slightly, allowing the girl to suck the finger into her mouth. "Oh, Jenni," she moaned. She ran her free hand up the girl's slender waist and cupped a small, tender breast in her hand. She massaged it gently. The girl's eyelids fluttered in pleasure. She pushed her hips in closer to Dana's while reaching down to grasp her firm buttocks. She released the finger from her lips. "Love you," she breathed as she began nibbling an ear, moving her mouth down the sensitive flesh of the woman's neck. She began kissing her tiny shoulders. The redhead slid her hands down to the hem of the girl's nylon, leopard print shirt and slowly slid it over her head revealing a black sports bra. She placed both hands over the teen's breasts and brought her fingers and thumbs together to pinch both nipples simultaneously. "Ewww...," the girl whimpered in a high pitched squeak. Dana smiled. "Like that, Little One?" The girl shook her head in response. She unfastened her bra allowing her lover complete access to tanned orbs with cherry pink tips. The woman bent her face to suckle her tenderly. Jenni leaned her head back and moaned deep in her throat immensely enjoying the sensation. "You're so gentle," she purred. Her comment was rewarded by a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her firm abdomen. Her beloved quickly unzipped her black slacks and pulled them down to her slender ankles. The redhead looked up at the expanse of her long, tanned, perfectly shaped legs and ran her tongue up an inner thigh. "Ohhh," the girl sighed. Dana kissed the front of her silky black panties as she gently slipped a finger inside the leg band. Oh, God! She was shaved! Dana smoothed her slick juices around the delicate folds her cunt. The girl moaned deep in her throat. The woman tugged the panties down to reveal the teen's swollen clit peaking out from her shaved peach. This was the stuff her dreams were made of. She moved her face closer to inhale the musky scent. She parted her lips allowing her tongue to slide back and forth over the protruding bud. The girl tasted sweet and salty, much like Dana remembered the taste of her own juices on Jack's lips so many years ago. Jenni shifted her weight to the sides of her feet while spreading her legs apart granting deeper access to her sticky pussy lips. The woman thoroughly lapped up the sticky sweetness between her legs. Jenni began rocking her hips back and forth, bending her legs at the knees as Dana's tongue plunged deeper and deeper inside her until she exploded in orgasm. The blonde beauty ran her fingers through her own hair, pressing on her temples and howled excitedly. Her breasts jiggled as her whole body trembled. When her spasms subsided, she sank to her knees and collapsed in her lover's arms. "I didn't know it could feel this way," she cried, "Oh, Dana, you're so good." The woman kissed her golden hair, her temples, her cheeks, then claimed her mouth once again in a deep kiss. Then, she helped the girl to her feet and guided her to the bed. The adoration shining down at her from those electric blue eyes was almost more than she could bare. She knew she had overstepped her much-guarded ethical boundaries tonight and understood that there was no going back. She thoroughly enjoyed making love to her high school intern. It was one of the most exhilarating moments of her life. Yet, she feared allowing the girl to make love to her. How could this sensual goddess possibly find her attractive? The teenager rolled on top of her and began kissing her all over. "I want to make you feel good, Dana," she whispered as her tongue traced lazy circles around each areola, making her nipples stiffen. She took a coral nub between her teeth and tugged slightly like a puppy. "Grrr," she growled. The woman giggled in response. She tenderly stroked the pale soft skin of her abdomen. She worked her way down to the triangle of tight curls and slowly combed her tanned fingers through them. She slowly dipped her middle finger between the slick folds of skin. "Mmm...you're wet, but you're gonna have to relax more or I'll never get in without hurting you. The prone female raised an eyebrow. "I know it's been awhile, but I'm no virgin." "You're tight. It's gonna hurt." The teen's comments were met with a look of confusion. "When I fist you, it's gonna hurt." The woman smiled. "Then, don't fist me." It occurred to her for the first time that although the girl was experienced, she had only had sex with other teenagers. She was not used to gentle love making; only the crude, quick sex of hurried adolescents seeking their own pleasure. She reached down and guided the girl's fingers in gentle, languid circles over her clitoris. Their eyes locked, her student studying her face to see the affect this technique had on her. Dana closed her eyes. "That's it. That feels good. See, you know how to do it," she encouraged, removing her own hand, allowing the girl to fully arouse her. Jenni began to understand what her lover liked and enlarged her circles spreading her juices all over her cunt lips. Dana sighed with pleasure. Her student was a fast learner. "Finger me," she whispered. The girl followed her direction and began thrusting two long, slender fingers in and out of her hole. The woman arched her pelvis granting her deeper access. "Yesss, Baby, that's it. That's my girl," she crooned. Their common rhythm increased, her breathing became more rapid. Jenni noticed the darkening of the blue veins on the redhead's tits; the deep rosy color flushing her areolas. She felt the woman's vaginal muscles began to squeeze and spasm around her fingers. She was giving Dana Scully an orgasm! Her lover was coming fast and hard, Jenni shifted to straddle the petite woman's leg, grinding her own clit against it. She continued thrusting her fingers rhythmically. They came together in shock waves of pleasure. The redhead's throaty moan joined by the blonde's high-pitched squeal in sexual harmony. XxXx The Next Day The morning sun's rays gently shone through the blinds in Dana Scully's bedroom. She reclined on hr elbow with her head in her hand watching the sleeping angel beside her. The teen was lovely with sleep bringing a tenderness to her features that was rarely present during waking hours. The woman felt no remorse for her actions of the night before. Despite her present cherubic appearance, Jennifer Jackson was not an innocent soul. Last night had been a riveting experience for both of them. The girl was a passionate lover; infinitely more experienced that Scully herself but still rough around the edges. She kissed the girl's forehead reverently and forced herself out of bed. She threw on some pajamas and headed for the kitchen to make breakfast. Five minutes later, the naked adolescent padded into the kitchen, yawning and rubbing sleep from her blue eyes. "The cholesterol smells good," she commented with a teasing grin. "Cholesterol! I'm insulted! You should know me better than that, Young Lady!" the woman scolded. "Sor-rey! So, what are you cooking that smells so good?" "Tofu 'eggs' and soy 'bacon'. There's hazelnut coffee over there. Why don't you grab my robe out of the bathroom and join me for breakfast." "Did you get this stuff just for me?" Scully smiled, "I'd like to say I did, but that would be stretching the truth a bit. I did, however, become more conscious of my eating habits after I started working with you." The girl beamed with pleasure. "Go on, now! Go put some clothes on and join me for breakfast," the redhead commanded. "Do I have to?" the girl whined. "Absolutely! I do not want to be staring at your boobs while I'm eating!" "Turn you on?" "You wicked, evil, child! Go on, get!" she scolded affectionately as she snapped the girl's firm tanned buttocks with a dishtowel. Jenni gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and headed for the bathroom. Seconds later there was a loud rapping at the front door. "Who could that be this early on a Saturday morning?" wondered Scully. "Who is it?" she called. "Scully, it's me," came Mulder's voice behind the door. "I'll just let myself in. Okay?" Before she could answer, her partner entered her apartment at the same moment her young lover stepped out of the bathroom. Fox Mulder thoughtfully considered the scenario. He cocked he head to one side and looked from his partner to their intern. A smile touched his lips as he realized what he walked in on. Scully's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The teenager flashed a triumphant smile at him, "Hi ya, Mulder!" she beamed. "Mornin' Jenni, Scully," she responded with mirth. "Why are you here, Mulder?" demanded Scully. His hazel eyes twinkled in merriment at her discomfort. "There's a break in the case, Scully. They think they caught the guy. He's a substitute teacher. They're holding him for questioning. They want us to get down there right away." Her brow furrowed, "Right away?" He shook his head affirmatively. "Right away, that's what they said." The redhead chewed her lip thoughtfully for a moment. "You go, Mulder. I'm entertaining a guest." "But, you can't just abandon the case because of me," Jenni protested. "I've paid my dues. I've come running like an obedient puppy long enough. I intend on eating my breakfast before I go anywhere. Mulder can cover for me. He owes me that; I've covered for him often enough." The girl's eyes were wide with astonishment. "Dana that's not like you" she protested. "You don't have to stay here because of me." "I am going to stay here, finish my breakfast, and then take you down to the station to observe your first interrogation of a suspect." The woman turned her attentions to her partner, "Mulder, do you have a problem with that?" "Ah, no, Scully. That will be fine," he answered subserviently. He knew very well there was no use in arguing with his partner when she had made up her mind!