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Kersh was glaring daggers at them from across the table, the next morning.

The other task force agents who had gone to the club were there, looking sullen, exhausted, or both.

Scully & Mulder had given a brief report to AD Davidson very early that morning, giving him the file they had received from Marcus & Gage. He had told them to only give the pertinent details of the type of activities they had observed, and to skip over any more personal actions in which they had participated as part of their cover.

"We are aware of what this type of assignment might require, and unless it involves criminal acts, we adopt a "Don't ask, don't tell" policy on this case. Report to the briefing at 9 a.m., Agents,"

A.D. Skinner cleared his throat, "While we are waiting for AD Davidson to join us, I want to say Good Work, to the agents who managed to get into the club last night, and particularly to Agents Mulder & Scully, who were the only ones to be asked to go upstairs"

"Thank you, Sir" said Scully

"Only because she wore an obscene dress" Colton was giving them both the stink eye.

Spender snorted, "Not to mention that tie Mulder was wearing"

"My partner and I dressed for the part we were asked to play," Scully defended

"And, we did something right, because it worked, unlike you, who didn't even get into the club" Mulder added

"I hear that you interfered and blocked Agents Fowley & Spender from doing so" Kersh seethe.

"That isn't accurate," Vanessa, Colton's partner, spoke up, "the doorperson took a dislike to Agent Rowley, if Agent Mulder hadn't said what he did, their entry would have been jeopardized"

Mulder looked surprised at Vanessa's defence of their actions, and nodded gratefully in her direction, " That's exactly right. It wasn't personal in any way, I think Agent Fowley is an excellent Agent and saw no issue with her choice of dress, but she misjudged the efficacy her strategy of getting in on my word would potentially have. I'm sorry, Diana, if you took any offence"

Diana looked somewhat nullified, and simmered at him, "Forgiven, Fox"

Kersh snorted, "Skinner, it seems your notion of involving these two incorrigible Agents..."

"Was exactly the right move," interrupted AD Davidson, from the door, " Sorry I'm late, I got called to a briefing by Deputy Director Swanlea, who is taking over as SAC on this case"

Davidson found a seat at the table between Kersh and Skinner, leaving the head of the table open for the DD, who stepped briskly into the room. She was a dark haired woman of medium height, who was known to have a southern drawl and a way with words. Some make agents called her a "fireplug" but not within her hearing. Whether admired or hated, she had the respect of her colleagues.

"Good morning, Agents. Sounds like some of you all had a fruitless night, but fortunately Agents Mulder and Scully here scored us the whole bushel, and won you another bite at the apple"

She passed out files to everyone, with instructions and questions for them to fill out "These are questionnaires for you to fill out, we will review them, and put together a persona for you to use undercover, which you will not deviate from in any way, is that clear? We will also be developing a wardrobe for anyone who did not make it past the door, but come to us for advice if needed. I know as an older, professional woman how tricky it can be to find the right look between sexy elegance and what you wear working for Vice"

She looked at Diana, and smiled, "We are going to be bringing in some more operatives, as well, but first I'm here to inform everyone of the changes in our operation. Agents Mulder and Scully are going in full-time, they've been invited to work for the Robilliard's, and live in their exclusive condominiums"

The others Agents around the table look astonished, "How did..." Kersh sputtered

"Never mind the how, I just got off the phone with Marcus Drummond, Gage and Fiona's primary attorney, and we now have the full, but confidential, support of them. If another member, or employee, is causing the disappearance of those girls, they want them found, but they want us to act ascdiscreetly as possible. They have worked hard for many years to create a safe environment, to pursue their interests. Seeing as we lack probable cause, or any real grounds, to interfere with their operation, we are going to co-operate to our utmost ability, is that clear?"

Everyone around the table nodded.

"Excellent. Agent Mulder, Agent Scully, I believe you have a meeting with Mr. Drummond to attend, and then moving arrangements to make. Ihave spoken to the warehouse personnel, where we keep furnishings we have seized, go take your pick..here are two bureau credit cards, get what other furnishings, clothes, and household items you may need for the next several weeks, you can also use them for meals as per usual on undercover assignment, they are under your assigned names. Come back at 7 tonight for a photo shoot, you are going to need to keep selling this, and we want no cause for doubt. We will all meet back here tomorrow at 8 a.m, and I want those questionnaires filled out, in full....Dismissed"

As Mulder and Scully made their way to the door, they couldn't miss the dumbfounded looks on some of the faces around the table, the angry look on Kersh, the raised eyebrows of those who were skimming through the file, and the tiny smirk on Skinner face, as he watched them go.

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The offices of the R Corporation, Gage & Fiona Robilliard's company, while shabby on the outside, were luxurious, once you got past a dingy lobby.

The utilitarian elevator opened to reveal richly paneled walls, gleaming antiques, wooden desks. No composite fake wood, here. Tiffany lamps glowed, here and there, and chandeliers hung from the ceiling.

Scully felt her heels sink into thick woolen carpets as she made her way to the receptionist's desk, with Mulder at her side. They were both dressed in designer suits, at Marcus's recommendation, to befit the positions they were to assume here.

"Mr. & Mrs. Fox, here to see Mr. Drummond"

"Yes, Ma'am, Sir," the secretary had clearly been told they were expected people of importance, "I will have a page guide you, Mr. Drummond is expecting you.

The young man, barely out of college, from the look of him, guided them to a corner office, knocked once, and opened the door, bobbing his head at them obsequiously, as he gestured for them to enter.

Marcus sat behind a large oaken desk,surrounded by matchin bookshelves,
two Louis IV chairs sitting in front.

"Please, come sit" invited Marcus, placing thick files on the desk before each of them, "These are confidential overviews of our employees, as well as our club members, club guidelines, and which will be your neighbours at the condominiums, for while all members have a suite, not all live there full time, and several employees at the club share accommodations there. I have flagged anyone who works both in these offices, or outside in a blue collar role, and also at the club.

They leafed through the file, noting that there were photos, and background checks included for each person. It was all very thorough.

"These are our standard welcome packages for new residents, listing the amenities, the social schedule, and the accepted practices. There are also blue bracelets for each of you to wear, when making use of the pools, gym, or other common areas, and when using the club facilities between our Guest nights. These are to indicate that you are part of a monogamous pair. Red bracelets indicate a polyamourous couple, pink is a monogamous partner who may be attached to a poly partner, or people in a committed poly relationship that aren't looking for more partners, and light blue is single, looking for attachments. Yellow indicates that, while someone is not yet officially a couple, they are either entertaining a partner one-on-one, or are simply not interested in fending off suitors. Light green is a polyamourous single. Those are the only colour in play"

Scully was trying to wrap her head around all of these options, but Marcus made it sound very straightforward, very normal, which she supposed it was, for him.

"So you, Charlie, & Linda wear pink?"

"When we're together, yes, though Charlie and I have an understanding...If he is home with Linda and the kids, I may switch to red, so long as I don't bring another full time partner into the relationship. Members who are polyamourous must undergo frequent testing for STDs, and use protection if they have a dalliance with a guest"

"I see..."

This community they were about to find themselves in sounded like it was going to be eye-opening, and it made her feel nervous but...intrigued, to see up close the people who participated in this lifestyle.

"There is a 24 hr kitchen, as well, with two public dining rooms, open from 11 a.m. to midnight, a cafeteria that is open 24hrs, specializing in breakfasts, soups, sandwiches, and short order meals, used mostly by employees, though guests are welcome, and a café with a bakery, where you may also get bread and baked goods from home. The kitchen also has room service, from 6 a.m. to midnight, as most members enjoy breakfast in their suites"

"So the employees are only allowed in the cafeteria?"

"Unless accompanied by a member, yes"

That would give them ample opportunity to observe them at meals, if they were culprits in the disappearances.

"There will be a safe in your room, and I suggest you keep all documents there, especially if you make use of the maid services, which would be recommended, to aid in fitting in, without suspicion of hiding anything"

They discussed a few more items, such as furnishing recommendations, and decor, as well as kink items they may want to have displayed in their bedroom, art they may wish to display, and their upcoming photo session.

"As well as the usual wedding photos, vacation snaps, it may be an idea to do a boudoir shoot...most do, displaying them either openly, or in the bedroom. I will call Deb, and mention it"

"Deb?"

"Deborah Swanlea...once upon a time, she used to...dabble...in the lifestyle, before she married a rather dull sort of man, or so I hear...from my father, who introduced us"

This was news, but they assured Marcus that they would keep it under wraps. They didn't want to chance endangering the operation with accusations against their sympathetic DD.

Scully did find herself slightly apprehensive at the idea of taking...and displaying...boudoir photos, at her workplace...but Mulder gave her a reassuring look, and she knew she could trust him, to preserve her modesty as much as could be, under the circumstances.

They arranged for moving day to take place on the Thursday, let them settle in, leading up to the weekend. They would occupy Suite 1013, just below the penthouse levels. Marcus, Charlie aand Linda also lived on the tenth floor. Before they left, Marcus showed them to their own office, in another corner, empty but for a large desk, filing cabinets, where company records waited for their investigation, a gleaming mahogany table surrounded by chairs. A whiteboard hung on the adjacent wall, clean for the moment.

"You should bring some personal effects, make it look as though you are settling in"

They agreed, and made their way out, off to select furniture from the seized goods warehouse, and pick a luxury car, fitting their positions.

After the photo shoot, they would buy whatever else they would need for their life on this assignment...including a stop at a lingerie and sex toy boutique.

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An hour before they met with the rest of the team, they had been asked to meet at the Hoover with a member of the R Corporation's staff.

Scully hadn't known what to expect, but this person wasn't it. She was an older woman, in pleated pants and a sweater set, beaming at them, when they entered the private office space they had been designated. She introduced herself as Berthe Magnusson, and asked them to call her Bertie.

It turned out she worked at the Condos, in tandem with Dougie, but since she had been away on an extended sex retreat during many of the abductions, she had been cleared to work on the investigation.

She was the onsite sex therapist at the Condo, along with Dougie, though they took it in turn to work in the Club. She would be assigned to them, once they moved in. This surprised them, only momentarily, as their sessions with her would be excellent cover for discussing findings and sharing information.

"We're going to collect the questionnaires from the rest of the team today, and as I understand it, Agent Mulder, you have a background in psychology? I would like your assistance in developing their covers, and input from Agent Scully, as well...we are going to have to give them backgrounds, to employ them and move them in without creating suspicions "

They agreed to help in any way they could, and Bertie thanked them

"I just want to go over, quickly, the information you provided to Dougie, how much of that is cover, and how much is your true preferences?"

"The only that is cover on mine is our identities and background, and marital status...the rest is accurate, though I can't speak for Agent Mulder..."

"It's the same for me"

"Excellent. Director Swanlea told me that she had the Warehouse set aside some furniture pieces for you, and that you chose very well, yesterday. I spoke to the proprietor of the Sex boutique you are visiting, and made some recommendations. They have a bed I think you'll like, and decor, as well as the usual, and they have some costuming, as well"

Scully felt herself blushing, at having so many strangers frankly discussing her sex life, but set the feelings aside, and thanked Bertie.

"I know Marcus explained about the bracelets, but I asked him to leave explaining charms to me. Charms are attached to bracelets, to indicate the role you play in a relationship, and who you may be trying attract. I'm going to give you the basic ones you will need, as well as a sheet explaining the others. There will be a half black/half grey one, and a half white/half grey one, as well as two full grey ones. The mixed ones are for when you are exploring BDSM, black for Dom, white for Sub, and the grey indicates that those roles are interchangeable in your relationship. Those charms are heart shaped, as you are a couple"

"I see...that makes sense...we will go over the other charms before we meet later, to discuss the covers of the others"

"I appreciate that, and look forward to working with both of you...we should probably join the task force now, for the meeting"

They made their way to the boardroom they were using for the case, and saw that both Assistants Directors were there, and some of the task force members. They looked curiously at Bertie, who took a seat close to Skinner, and smiled pleasantly at everyone at the table.

Scully could see that the gathered agents had their file folders with them, Vanessa looked a bit nervous, while Colton still appeared sullen. The other agents had bland expressions, and neither Diana nor Spender had joined them yet.

They slipped in and took their seats, files in hand, just as DD Swanlea strode into the room.

"Good morning, everyone, as you can see, we have been joined today by someone new. Berthe Magnusson is an accredited sex therapist and she works for the R Corp. in both the Condo, and the Club, with both members, guests, and high level staff. She will be assigned to you, should you get hired, and be available for your debriefing at the Club, and to advise you. Any advice she gives is to be followed, absolutely. I will be in regular contact with her, consider her word to be my word, are we understood?"

There were words of assent from around the table, though none seemed very enthusiastic, as the Deputy Director instructed them to leave their folders behind, and make themselves available to answer any additional questions Bertie may have, before dismissing them.

The DD stopped Mulder and Scully at the door, "You chose some fine picks, yesterday, Agents, just the right furnishings for your cover, and a couple of quite appropriate pieces of decor, as well. I hope you are as successful today, and with your wardrobe choices; please call me if you need assistance of any kind, Agents"

They thanked her, and left the directors there with Bertie, while they hurried off.

"Shall we get brunch? I'm kind of hungry, and we have a long day of visiting shops...I wouldn't mind some French Toast..."

Scully only nodded, as they made their way to the elevator. They had almost reached it, when Diana stopped them.

"Oh Fox, I want ed to say just how sad I am for you, this must be so awkward, having to pretend to be in such an intimate relationship with a person who...well..you just have no chemistry with...and, for you, too, Agent Scully, of course..."

"We seem to manage just fine, Diana, thank you, please excuse us, We're in a hurry"

No chemistry? Scully's mind was reeling. Was that what everyone else saw? Was she wrong to think Mulder was attracted to, in that way? Maybe it had just been the effects of the water? She had to get a sample analysed.

If Mulder noticed she was quiet on the way to a local café he knew she enjoyed, he didn't say anything about it.

She was beginning to have new concerns about this assignment...

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The store front of Love Affair, the lingerie and sex boutique, was fairly typical, though a bit larger and classier than some.

A small DVD section, featuring classics, and fetish titles, as well as what she would call erotica, which was under the heading of "Made to Appeal to Women", a section of erotic fiction, lingerie and "Club Wear", fashion for erotic dancers, of both sexes, and walls and shelves of various toys, fetish gear, including paddles, whips, restraints, gags, vibrators, dildos, harnesses, blindfolds.

Near the register was a glass case filled with collars and other jewellery, of precious metals, some fitted with jewels, a small sign advertising custom work upon request. There was also an enormous display of lube, water based, flavoured, unflavored, and massage oils.

Mulder gave the modestly dressed woman behind the counter their cover names, and she directed them to a door at the rear of the shop.

They passed a couple of salespersons as they made their way to the back, and went through the door under the sign that read

Furniture, Fitting Rooms, & Demonstration Rooms
Please Ask an Attendant for Assistance,

A chime sounded as they moved through, into a larger space, filled with various pieces of what Scully recognized as furniture, some of it normal lokking at first glance, until you noticed restaints built in, some almost medical-looking, and some obviously used for sex, like padded sawhorses, X-shaped crosses, and foam lounges in an almost S shape, covered in vinyl or leather.

There was a row of fitting rooms to one side, close together, and a few double doors opposite that were Demonstration Rooms, according to the sign above, labelled A, B, & C, and another door near the back that read Employees Only, next to a steel garage door where their shipments and deliveries must come through.

An older woman with a blonde pixie cut came out of the Employees Door, and smiled politely but inquisitively, until Scully spoke up.

"We're Will and Kathy Fox, I believe you were expecting us?"

The polite smile turned into a welcoming grin, "I'm Carolyn Bradley, You two are as attractive as Fi-fi said you'd be...She mentioned that you were moving into the Suites, and newer to the Community, and to the Lifestyle, and I have set aside some suggestions from Bertie for both of you, in Room C, its our biggest room"

Carolyn unlocked the doors, and opened it, ushering them through, leaving it open. Scully was surprised at just how much had been placed there, already.

There were several large boxes, two covered garment racks, and some draped objects she figured must be furniture.

Carolyn was all business, obviously used to showing, selling, and discussing intimate products with her clients.

"Let's look at the clothes first, to be sure we don't need to switch anything out; Georgie did your sizing and she has a superb eye, but best be sure. Do you want His or Hers, first?"

"Ladies first," Mulder offered, but Scully shook her head, "You go ahead, Will"

Carolyn moved to the rack nearest them, unzipping the cover, pulling out a pair of black leather pants, explaining that they were a staple for men, both dom, sub, and in between.

"Our fetish wear is top quality, and also designed to open easily, some tear away, some only allow for easy access to your genitals. This pair is the latter, and this pair here" she pulled out another, similar pair, "tears away easily. There are a blacke and grey soft cloth pair here, too, in the tear away style. I've included a matching leather vest, several shirts of various materials and colours, both t-shirts and buttoned. The buttoned shirts are also disguised tear-away wear, to save on mending/replacement"

She pulled out the shirts, gray silk t-shirts much like the cotton ones her favoured, black mesh, a blue and a white button down, like he usually wore, soft silk dress shirts in various colours, as well as tear away sweat pants and shorts with tank tops for the gym.

"I've also included some costumes for various role plays, we have a white Doctors coat, with stethoscope, a tear away business suit, a tweed coat with elbow patches, for a professor role, a cop uniform, as well as a prisoners striped outfit, and we have a schoolboy outfit, with sweater vest and shorts here, a naughty priests blacks, a choirboy/alter servers robes, and cowboys chaps with fringe, western shirt, and tear away jeans. The jeans can also pair with the other shirts for a more casual look, and I have accessories, such as an authentic hat, in this box here, and I can tell you where to get boots if you need them"

They looked into the box, and saw bandanas, the mentioned hat, priests collar, handcuffs, glasses, beanies-knitted and schoolboy cap style, a cross like Scully had never seen, with a rounded dildo like bottom half, real holsters and belts with fake guns, as well as packages of silk underwear, in briefs and boxer styles, and a red Speedo.

"I have a swimsuit like that at home, but it doesn't hurt to have a spare, and the elastic is starting to go in my old ones"

Carolyn had rehung the clothes and rezipped the wardrobe, after Mulder approved the sizes, and wheeled the other garment rack forward.

"So, just like in every clothing store, women's options are more extensive. We have halter tops, blouses, a tops, some with breast cut outs, skirts in various styles, and mini dresses, as well as tear away leather pants, jeans, and exercise wear, some crotchless"

Carolyn presented a dizzying array of options, some with clever removable pieces with cutouts, some that left nothing to the imagination at any time, and then she started on the costumes.

"We have A tear away business skirt suit, a doctor coat, a nurses outfit, a naughty nuns habit, a cop, a stripper, prison orange garb, a librarian or teachers tweeds, your basic Catholic schoolgirl, short sailor dress, old timey gingham short dress for a sexy pioneer, cowgirl chaps, with western shirt and tear away jeans, and of course, the accessories in this box here"

The box was bigger then Mulder's, with many of the same items, only she noticed a large beaded rosary, bonnets, nurses cap, large hair bows, silk stockings, fishnet stockings, crotchless panties, and a red bikini.

She did not have a red bikini at home.

Carolyn brought forward another box, this one filled with what she called lingerie and fetish wear. There was a dress that consisted solely of shiny black straps, with matching panties that pulled apart at the crotch, and a similar strappy shirt for Mulder, paired with a small pair of shorts.

Several lacey bras and panties that covered very little, some sheer silky sets as well, with matching garters and stockings, one set in black leather, a few teddies, corsets, and many peignoir sets and sexy nighties for her came next.

Scully noticed Mulder's eyes locked on each piece, at him swallowing the extra moisture filling his mouth, and at how he would look for her to the piece, as though assessing how it would look on her, and felt herself go hot, from a mixture of embarrassment and well, just plain lust.

Here eyes nearly popped out when they were presented with what Carolyn liked to call mengerie. Underwear with holes in front that allowed the penis to dangle, or not, depending on state of arousal, leather briefs, some absurd thing called a mankini,
underwear that fitted around the penis, naking it look like a snake, or elephants trunk, and several thongs with pouchy fronts came before the piece we resistance, a large corset, garter, stockings, and panties trimmed with lace, like Franknfurter from Rocky Horror, complete with a feathery hairclip. There were a few feathery boas included for either of them to use. Mulder's eyes were bugging out of his head, and they had several boxes to go...

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"That's it for wardrobe here...let's see what's in this box, here"

Carolyn dragged out another large box, and Scully found herself feeling an unusual combination of anticipation and dread. She knew she was there to appear to be an eager wife, ready to explore the sexually charged community of their new home, but she was naturally demure, and having a stranger showing them all sorts of titillating products that would explore her personal kinky fantasies was almost surreal. Carolyn was so very matter-of-fact about it all, but of course, she would be; this was her job.

She had an amusing thought of what Carolyn would feel at the morgue, where she had been known to discuss dinner options while conducting a routine autopsy, but then she found her full attention brought back to the contents of the box Carolyn had opened.

"Ok, so here we have soft cuffs and restraints, designed to minimize markings, the size is fully adjustable, to fit either of you, and they connect with these straps to hold the sub in several positions. There's a book, and video, that goes with. We also have a strap style gag, and a bridle style, with a soft nylon bit, as well as blindfolds...Bernie didn't think you would be up to full masks, or ball gags, but I do have those...."

"I think what we have here is fine, to start with" Mulder's voice rumbled, it sounded deeper to her. Carolyn nodded,

"Okay then...There's a padded paddle, a leather flogger in the cat o'9 tails style, a riding crop, and a light strap, again, I have heavier gear, but this should get you started"

The other boxes were gone through quickly, containing such things as a chastity belt, silk bondage ropes, massage oils, other lubricants, a large vinyl-covered foam wedge called a ramp, a collection of erotic books and sex manuals, framed mirrors, and some sculptures and reproductions of erotic art.

The last box contained vibrators, a couple of smallish dildos, one larger one, butt plugs, and silvery Ben Wah balls.

Scully felt a bit dizzy at the thought of butt play; she admitted some curiosity, but had never indulged.

"The furniture is over here, and I have a catalogue for the pieces that require assembly, that are still boxed up, and for the living room furniture, dining room chairs, and the table itself; most residents have a bondage table, very solid, wood or metal..."

They chose an overstuffed leather love seat, with two matching chairs, all with hidden restraints or places to attach them to, a heavy wooden table with a leather covered top, and chairs with arms and without, designed again to facilitate restraints, a piece of equipment for the bedroom that was versatile, looking like a weight bench, or a medical chair, or seahorses, depending on how it was set up. A leather/ foam chaise with a wooden backing for the small sitting area in the bedroom, and a plush blue velvet chair like a throne.

"Gage and Fi-Fi gifted this bed to you, personally," Carolyn informed them, showing them a large bed, with a canopy, in dark wood and a headboard and footboard designed for the restraints, "I have waterproof covers for the mattress, and sheets in both sapphire blue, and black, as well as pillowcases and duvet covers, and there are pillows, cushions, throws, and a duvet, in this box here...laundry services are provided at the Suites, for all you need...we do tend to go through quite a lot"

"Do you live there?" Scully asked

"Yes, I do, on the 4th floor, which is the first residential floor, other than the dormitories for the collared members in training, which are on the third, and the applicants and other staff, in the basement, near the gym and the pool facilities. I also have a smaller outlet store, on the second floor, not as much stock, but I do take orders and am happy to deliver anything anyone needs...it's just opposite Bertie and Dougie's offices"

So Carolyn would be a neighbour, of sorts...Scully wondered what her bracelet would be.

Carolyn was guiding them to the door, after providing them with a catalogue, and a book, BDSM for Loving Couples, "to get them started" and assured them that it would all be delivered to their Suite, ready for them to move in by Thursday.

"You just need to bring your ordinary business clothes, your household goods, like kitchenware and dishes and towels, and your libido! Fiona mentioned that you sold off most of your old belongings, when you moved back here, from Overseas..."

"We were always on the go, there wasn't much. We look forward to settling in, don't we, honey?"

"We sure do, poopyhead...Carolyn, we look forward to being your neighbour, too...it's Great to know there will be one or two familiar faces, besides my brother and his partners"

"I adore Chas, he is so kind, and funny! I think my husband had a bit of a crush on him, but of course, he can't indulge, Chas is faithful to his partners"

Scully nodded and smiled, wondering afresh on just what they would see and experience with this community they were joining.

They left Love Affair, needing to meet with Bernie, to go over the files and help set up the other Agent's covers, this time at the Suites, in the guise of an intake interview. They would also have a viewing of their own home to the next several weeks or months.

It was all feeling very real, in a surreal sort of way. Mulder laughed when she told him that, but then got serious,

"Scully, anytime you feel uncomfortable, I want you to tell me; that was...a lot...and we are new to um, this aspect of our relationship..."

"I'm okay Mulder, really, and the same goes for you...I saw your face when you saw some of those outfits!"

"Fair enough, partner. Let's go and get the rest of the team established"

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They parked, this time, in the parking structure behind the Club, their spot on the main floor of the garage, with the Land Rovers, Mercedes, Porsches, BMWs, and other expensive cars. They had been given a classic Mustang, in cherry red, for the assignment, and Mulder was smitten.

"This is so much better than a Taurus"

They made their way through the security door, into the nondescript courtyard between the Club and the building marked Condominium in just plain white letters.

After their visit to the office buildings, Scully expected the inside would be much more luxurious, and she was right.

Once they were past the small lobby, where a doorman stood behind a small desk, adjacent to a bank of capped tubes, that delighted Mulder.

"Does that tube system work?"

"It does, we have had some of those involved in the building of these systems in NYC, and we distribute messages and lettermail to each unit as they come in. Larger parcels are kept in the room behind me here" answered the doorman, who introduced himself as Sergio. Scully recognized him as one of the collared servers from the Club. Steve held the door open for them, and the walked into a much larger lobby.

A large sign announced Welcome to the Wanton Suites. It was notably richer than the exterior, in an old fashioned sort of way, the floors were hardwood, covered in the center with a plush area rug, overhang by a chandelier. A bank of elevators stood opposite them, a small café and newsstand to the left, a long hallway and nondescript door stretched off to the right. They knew that Bertie was on the third floor, from Carolyn's disclosure, so they didn't consult the large brass directory on the wall.

The ride was fast and smooth, and when they disembarked, they noticed that the luxurious atmosphere continued. A brass sign declared this floor to be Shops, the Discrete Restaurant, and Member Services.

"Discrete Restaurant? What's the other one called? Flamboyant?"

"I guess we'll find out soon enough, Mulder...the little arrow says Bertie's offices are this way"

They were both wearing their blue bracelets, and the appearance of a couple in evening dress reminded them of their role to play, here. Scully felt Mulder's arm go around her shoulders and she stepped closer to him, as they made their way down the hallway. She noticed this couple's bracelets were red, the woman had a charm that was half a rainbow, half pink, where the man had a round pink charm on his own bracelet. She felt their eyes on her, for a moment, until their eyes saw her bracelet. They averted their eyes than, and continued on in the opposite direction.

They passed a few shops, selling shoes, pharmaceuticals, and Carolyn's branch of the sex shop, Love Affair Two.

Bertie's office was across the hall, as promised. A glass door led into a small waiting room, with Queen Anne style furnishings in Rose, and tables in a warm maple finish, matching the desk a receptionist sat behind. She was working busily at a computer, but stopped when they entered.

"Are you Mr. & Mrs. Fox?"

"We are, yes"

The woman smiled, and picked up a telephone, hitting a button, "Your next appointment is here...yes, I'll send them in"

She stood, and opened the door behind her, "Bertie will see you now"

Scully hadn't been sure of what to expect a sex therapist's office to look like, but she had imagined couches, a consultant's chair, a desk or table.

She hadn't expected such a large space, a bed, a seating area dominated by a large television, and several examples of the furniture they had seen in the back of Love Affair. To their left was a table, where Bertie sat waiting for them.

"Come, sit...I have quite a few profiles to go over with the two of you"

They took their places at the round table, a small stack of files in front of their seats.

"I've disguised names for the purposes of this assignment, to keep a modicum of privacy and any potential prejudice at bay, as I've been made aware that some may have fears of retributive actions...not that I personally have concerns about either of you being so unprofessional, but to keep the process free of any such accusations"

"Fair enough," Mulder said

"I met with each team today, privately, and went over their forms with them, in depth, and interviewed them under a hypnotic technique I use in my practice, to help confront any hidden sexual traumas, and also bring to light secret desires, as in this Undercover operation, these types of issues will influence behaviour, and we need to know what to expect from these Agents, and what we should avoid exposing them to, for their own well-being"

"That makes sense, certainly" Scully said, glad that the other Agent's boundaries and mental health were being established ahead of time. She was nervous enough about what she and Mulder would face, and she knew that she had loved and desired him for years...She couldn't imagine facing this with just any work partner.

"We also needed a broad range of types, knowing there were certain members of staff we would like to have a closer look at, and we would want Agents in place that would attract that interest, as well as some that could come on singly as support staff, to be ears and eyes at various times and places. Only the two of you, and I, will be aware of all on site. In an emergency, we will develop a code phrase you can use that will alert other agents to your identity, and allow you to instruct them as needed. Otherwise, they will all simply report to me"

"Which Club members are you wanting Agents to look at, initially?"

Dougie turned out to be the first on the list. They opened his File, and saw that he enjoyed heterosexual group sex, free-use households, and Daddy role-play. He was currently single, and a notorious flirt, he had been struggling to find a suitable steady partner.

"We lucked out, here. I found an Agent who already had a casual sexual relationship with a younger male Agent. While their original paperwork was fairly vanilla, the questioning under hypnosis revealed that she had practiced polyamourous relationships before, with women and men, and had extrarelationship sex, both with and without her partner's consent, in all of her adult relationships. It's my suggestion that we give the younger Agent she works with a position in R Corp., setting them up in a smaller suite here as Step Mommy/Son. We have on staff a Pearl Girl...that is, an unattached young woman, who is fresh and never been in a relationship, waiting for Gage and Fi-fi to find her an approved situation.
Dougie has been known to ingratiate himself with Pearl girls before, and he very much likes this one. We are going to assign the female Agent to work alongside her, as general staff, in one of the shops, and it will be known that they would be happy to form a Free-Use family with the right Daddy."

"Would the Male Agent have any issues with this?"

"Apparently not, the female Agent, who he has had sex with, has been intimate with his own father, and it doesn't trouble him. The idea of threesomes involving men don't bother him, unless there is a bisexual element to it, where he draws a line"

"From a psychological point of view, it would seem a perfect match, then" was Mulder's contribution, though Scully's mind reeled, as to which Agents could share such a scandalous relationship. She was aware that many were coming from out-of-state, at recommendations from superiors who often heard more water-cooler gossip than actual facts, but it was no wonder the agents wanted all of this to be need-to-know.

Bertie made some notes, and moved on to the next file, where she recommended an Agent be a cuckold by a bisexual agent, though he would join in any lesbian sex, he would watch his "wife" with other men.

"There are a great many in the Club who who dalliance with them, it will give us a lot of opportunity to get close to several. We are going to have them both come over to R Corp. in the legal department, giving them a decent Suite, luckily we have an opening there. They will be attending an interview with you and Staff in the next week, and you will be recommending their hire"

They continued through the list, with a gay male Agent joining the Staff at the gym, as a personal trainer, looking for an open relationship, and a bisexual male Agent looking for a couple, assigned to an office position, and several other candidates.

Bertie seemed quite astute as fitting people into roles appropriate to the assignment, taking their proclivities into mind as she did so, and the proclivities of those who they wanted to bait with these relationships. She found herself both apprehensive and intrigued by their own session with Bertie, as they worked their way through the stack of files.

Once they had cleared the final file, Bertie got up and called for tea. She invited them to freshen up, and put on their "Therapy Gowns" before joining her in the sitting area, near the television.

The washroom was well appointed, with toilets in private closets, and marble tiled floors. The sink was a marble slab, large trough-like basin carved out, two set of taps and faucet draining into it. There was a rounded ottoman lounge, with the gowns folded and waiting, with matching open backed slippers for their feet. They were similar to hospital gowns, but black.

Scully took off her bra, but left her panties on, after relieving herself and washing up. Mulder was ready before her, and she noticed his grey boxers through the slit at his back.

"You okay?" He checked with her, before heading back out. They had been spending their night's apart, after the first night together, preparing for this assignment and sleeping.

"I am a bit...anxious about this, but I am also curious and excited"

"Same here," he smiled at her, "Just remember, we are in this together"

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Bertie was waiting for them, seated in an easy chair across from a love seat, a tray containing a tea set and cups in front of her on the coffee table.

Scully felt slightly awkward in her black gown, which came to mid-thigh, and was glad that she had kept her panties on. Mulder's gown was more like a tunic on him; when he sat, she could see the hem of his boxer briefs.

"I know this can seem awkward at first, but it's part of the process I use for everyone...you'll see for yourself. I am going to be sharing tapes of various sessions, for your assessment, with the faces blurred, of course. I keep my copies under lock and key, after editing faces myself, for my records. Yours, I will give immediately to you, to do with what you will, an arrangement I have had only with Gage and Fiona, previously. No one's name is ever attached to a file, only their assumed identity as Members, with their permission, or the ID I assign to them, as with the files we reviewed earlier"

She passed them the cups, "This is a tea, made with the water you enjoyed, as guests at the Club, which I understand your labs have tested and found entirely safe. Our patent stops them from examining it further, or replicating its effects; I personally would not trust the government of any nation with it, as it could be used to great harm, outside of controlled situations"

The tea was a strange colour, dark, with iridescent swirls of cyan and purple, a deliciously tempting fragrance wafting up from the cup. It made her mouth water. She hesitated to drink, as Bertie was still talking,

"The tea itself is a blend that amplifies the effect, as well as encourages honest discussion, not unlike the effects of MDMA, without harmful side effects. It will relax you, and promotes a sense of well-being, encouraging honest disclosure with your therapist and your sexual partner. Just as in hypnosis, you will not say or do anything that violates your personal ethical standards or true desires"

Bertie drank from her own cup, and Scully could resist no more, taking a sip from hers. Mulder looked at her, and then took a swallow of his own,

"I'm not usually an herbal tea guy, but this is almost ambrosial"

"It is, isn't it? I have to use a much stronger blend to be heavily effected, myself, but I do enjoy the cups I drink in therapy, and it aids me in getting into the therapeutic headspace, allowing me to work much more effectively. Even sex therapists are not always in the most sympathetic moods toward desire, some days, and with some couples, but I believe the two of you will be delightful to work with"

Scully found herself blushing under Bertie's twinkling gaze and sultry smile, but she kept sipping at her cup, until it was empty. She set it back on the tray, where it was joined by Mulder's.

"I want you both to close your eyes, and work toward emptying your minds of all the everyday distractions....breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth..."

Scully obeyed, having done this at yoga classes, she laid her hands, palms up, on her thighs, and concentrated on her breathing, hearing Bertie's voice as coming from a periphery as she guided their breaths.

"Now, think of your partner, saying their name in your head, with the words "I desire....you may use their true name, in this room, this place of safety"

She breathed in..."I desire"

She breathed out..."Mulder"

As she repeated the exercise, she found herself picturing her partner, lying naked before her, his eyes closed, a small smile on his lips. She found herself drawn to him, coming closer to him, as her mind chanted her desire for him. In her mind, she leaned forward, and kissed him, gently, on the lips. As she drew back, his eyes opened, and he spoke "I desire Scully"

She found herself opening her eyes, lips tingling from the kiss, just in time to catch Mulder's eyes fluttering open beside her.

"Did you just kiss me?"

Scully nodded, looking into his bedroom eyes, all green and gold, with an expression of warmth, caring and desire in their depths.

"Remarkable," Bertie said, "I have couples who have married for years who do not connect so well, nor so quickly"

She began to ask them questions, similar to the ones on the questionnaire, but more personal, instead of What do you like to do with a partner, it was What do you like Mulder to do to you? Or When you have a sexual fantasy about Scully, what do you usually find yourself imagining?

She found that she was answering easily, without any sense of shame or embarrassment. Mulder's answers delighted her, they were also illuminating; she found herself seeing her own self through his eyes, and it was a revelation.

She felt like a demi-goddess, powerful, bewitching, desired and full of desire for the demi-god at her side. She yearned for his touch, and felt his own yearning, like a physical ache, that would consume them both if they didn't relieve it.

"You may undress, if you wish, and express physically the desire you have for each other, either here, or on the bed"

Scully rose, dropping her wet panties to the floor, turning to Mulder, who was suddenly on his feet, carrying her to the bed, which had been turned down. She was aware of nothing but him.

He freed her from her short gown, and she'd his own, and he was on her, his mouth on hers, his tongue flicking inside as he kissed her passionately.

She moved her hands up and down his back, tugging at the waistband of his boxers, as her fingers encountered them.

He pulled back and allowed her to tug them down, his erection bobbing as she carefully pulled the fabric away from it. He shuffled out of them, once they were at his knees, kicking them off the rest of the way, as his mouth found her nipples and he sucked on each in its turn, moving lips and tongue over each hard peak.

She was impossibly wet for him, as she cried out under this attention, needing him inside of her. She found herself begging for his thick penis, for him to fill her, to claim her, to make her his, in a way she had never done before. It was as though something primal had been released within her, demanding satisfaction.

"You want my cock, Scully? Because it's yours, and you are mine, to take right here, right now, if you want it...tell me how badly you want it, Scully...I want you to say it"

"I want it, Mulder, please oh please..."

He was rubbing the head of it along her weeping crease, rubbing it against her clit, bringing it back down to her opening.

"Tell me what you want, woman, I want your sweet pussy, tell me what you want from me"

"Please, Mulder, give me your cock!"

He pushed in to her entrance, filling her, making her gasp. He leaned forward and kissed her, then drew back, and thrust into her again, more deeply, causing her to moan, eyes fluttering shut.

"Look at me, Scully" he growled, "Look at me, as I make you mine"

Her eyes locked on his, and he smiled, as though in victory, as he continued to thrust, steadily, in and out of her body, staring down at her as she unravelled below him.

"Touch yourself, Scully...I want to see you come. You're so beautiful when you come, Scully, and you are all mine"

She brought her fingers to her clit, her other hand on him, running over his body as he moved within her. Her fingers circled her tiny bud, and waves of pleasure gripped her, as her tight heat gripped his length.

They were both moaning and gasping, and she felt her orgasm approaching

"I'm going to come, come so hard all over your cock"

"Yes, baby, come for me, come all over me, I want you to, I want it and then I am going to fill you up with my come "

Her orgasm hit her with tidal force, and she found herself swept up in it, her eyes meeting his as the wave crashed into her. She got a glimpse of his rapturous, jubilant expression before the waves dragged her under. She was aware of only the feeling of his final thrusts, before she felt the heat of his release against her cervix, felt his body as it sank down onto hers, shuddering, moans tearing from his throat.

She brought her hands to his back, rubbing languidly, bringing one hand to the back of his head, kissing his neck, as they began to come back to themselves.

She heard Bertie's voice from somewhere beside and above them, "I've set some clear water at the bedside...when you feel able, drink it, then you may get dressed, and meet me at the table, to go over your session, and discuss your feelings"

The natural, professional tone eased her somehow, and she felt none of the panic and shame she would have expected herself to feel, under the circumstances.

She felt a greatvrelease, as though something had been set free in her, and she looked up to see a gently smiling Mulder, who looked as though the weight of the world had left him, leaving him glowing with satisfaction.

He must have seen it in her answering smile, because he kissed her gently, and whispered, "You're luminous, Scully...and it's not just pillow talk, when I tell you this...I love you"

"Oh, Mulder, I know you do...and I love you, too"

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Once again, they left the changing room to meet with a waiting Bertie. Scully found herself feeling suddenly uncomfortable. Had she really just had sex...mind blowing, passionate sex...in front of this person?

It's her job, she does this all the time, she reassured herself, which was true. It was also true that such things were not anything she had personally ever contemplated, let alone done, before coming here.

She was also still reeling from the body bliss she had just experienced with her partner, and the joy of their shared feelings. There was a bit of trepidation...she and Mulder were such different people, would these feelings be enough to embark on a relationship, once the assignment was over?

Still, she trusted him, in their work; she would have to simply continue to trust him in this, as well.

He reached for her hand, and smiled warmly at her, as they made their way back to where Bertie waited, with her files.

A plate of sandwiches and pastries stood on the table, along with bottles of plain water.

"Help yourselves; most clients are starving following their sessions...if you let me know your preferences, I can have pizza or whatever else you may wish delivered, in future.

Scully found that she was very hungry, and helped herself to a sandwich, roast beef and cheese with lettuce and mustard, on freshly baked bread...It was delicious. Mulder inhaled his, and took another, as they listened to Bertie.

"The two of you...your connection is truly amazing. I can scarcely believe that the two of you had not embarked on a sexual relationship prior to this assignment; it's no wonder Miss Mister chose you for the green bracelet. You two obviously have great chemistry together, with deep caring and affection...what held you back from this?"

The agents looked at each other, and Mulder indicated that she should speak first

"Speaking for myself...There were a lot of reasons. We work together, it would complicate things, we are very different people in our viewpoints, but I...I also have to admit, I avoid getting too close to people, I guess I've been afraid...of losing them. I knew that if we crossed that line...I wouldn't be able to keep Mulder at arms reach...and that I could lose him as a partner, a friend. Not to mention...Mulder is a very driven man...our work, the nature of it...at times, is deeply personal. I know that when it comes down to it, a choice between me and the work, it will always come first. Nothing else matters, to him"

"I see...Mulder, before you respond to anything your partner has said, what are your reasons for not pursuing more, sooner"

"I honestly didn't know if she was even interested, for one thing. When it comes to her feelings, Scully holds them very close to her chest. I didn't want to risk what we had, either. And she's right...for years, my work has been the only thing that matters to me. Scully has been a part of that, but now...she has her own importance to me, apart from the work" he turned to her, "I hope you realize that"

"I hoped so; it's good to hear you say it"

"I want us both to say it, more often; share our feelings"

"I would like that, too, Mulder"

"You two hardly need me, it seems," said Bertie with a smile, "I think our sessions will be mostly directed in preparing you for life here, in strategies to get you noticed and admitted into various circles, so you can have eyes and ears on more members"

The agents agreed that this sounded reasonable, and Bertie got up from the table, "Now, a quick tour, and we will see your Suite, together"

They followed Bertie, touring the rest of the third floor, before taking the elevator down to the first floor, where the pool and gym facilities were located. They could see that the building was built around a central courtyard, where the pool extended outdoors, though it was closed for the season. There were two large outdoor hot tubs, both occupied by couples. Bertie explained that one tub was clothing optional, and that theme persisted throughout their tour.

One restaurant was clothing optional, while the cafeteria, where staff ate alongside guests, and other restaurant had minimum dress standards. The bakery and café had a clothing optional section.

Scully was astonished at the shops and services available within the building, with no advertisement of their existence outside, or listing in the yellow pages.

A bank, accountants, a lawyer, a 24 hour urgent care and on-site physician's offices, a 24 hour pharmacy, as well as several shops and services, all richly appointed with the best in furnishings, brass and wood fixtures, thick carpets or marble tile on the floors. No fluorescent lighting or drop ceilings to be seen in this building, it was lit by chandeliers, sconces, or tiffany glass lamps.

Most of the shops were located on the third floor, while the services were mainly on the first; a hairdressers/spa, florists, newsstands, cafeteria, tailor, were on the first floor, as well as the urgent care and a few specialists offices, an optometrist and a dentist among them.

These people never have to leave the building, Scully realized. There was even a chapel there, advertising services in various denominations and religions.

The second floor housed mid-level staff suites, where many of their colleagues would be housed. They were often shared units, with 2-4 occupants, or smaller studio rooms. There was a café on this level, as well as the clothing optional restaurant, Risqué.

Couples in dressing gowns passed them in the hallway, a collared staffperson taking their robes before leading them inside to a table. The front wall was glass, and they could see people seated at tables, in pairs or groups, in various stages of undress.

One woman, wearing nothing but a golden collar and a pair of very high heels, watched them as they made their way past the dining room.

"Lets get a peek at your new home," Bertie smiled leading them to the elevator.

Scully felt her curiosity growing, as well as a bit of anxiety. It was a whole new world she and Mulder were about to immerse themselves it, self-contained and private. It was a daunting task ahead of them, to blend in and complete this investigation, without damaging the atmosphere of trust that their hosts had carefully built here.

As intriguing and exciting as exploring a sexual relationship with Mulder was, she was also aware of the perils that could hold for their partnership. Hearing him say aloud that he loved her, that her feelings for him were mutual, helped.

Exploring this new relationship in full view of their new neighbours, and colleagues undercover, made it that much more anxiety-producing. As the elevator moved upwards, she caught Mulder's eye.

He smiled at her reassuringly, and let go of her hand to put his arm around her shoulders. She knew that, no matter what happened in this investigation, she could trust him.

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Their suite was beautiful.The windows and extended balcony (with a door off their combined living/dining room, and another off their bedroom) were large, and the balcony featured a grill, and a hot tub, with ample space for chairs and tables.

Scully was glad to see blinds installed, not wanting to feel watched by the neighbours across the way.

The floors were gleaming hardwood, bar the tile in the galley kitchen. The colour scheme was neutral, shades of taupe, and ecru, with wooden cabinets, matching fridge, and stainless steel stove, dishwasher, and trash compactor.

The bedroom was huge, with plenty of room for the large bed they had been shown at Love Affair, as well as the furniture designed for sex play. Two large walk-in closets stood on either side of a small set of steps, which led to their en suite.

The bathroom was fabulous, beyond her imaginings. The toilet and matching bidet were black porcelain, and in a closet of their own, and in the main bathroom were double sinks, with a dressing table between them, a glassed-in double shower, and an enormous round sunken tub. The tile was grey, and the sinks and tub were dark cranberry. The fixtures were brass, and e verything gleamed under the ample lighting.

Mulder let out a low whistle of approval.

"Nice digs, huh?"

"Very nice...this place is amazing!"

"It's all yours!" Bertie beamed her approval at their reactions, "Even after the assignment, if you want...you are rightfully grandfathered in, and many people here go by alternate names, you won't have to explain a thing. The Robilliardes are very grateful for your help"

"If there's any connection between the Club, the Suites, and the disappearances, we hope to find it," Mulder assured her.

They made their way back downstairs on the elevator, riding in silence until Bertie spoke up,

"You may find some,..residual effects, from the tea, & hypnosis...nothing dangerous, or to be worried about, just...you may want to stay together, tonight. You're fine to drive, I promise"

They said goodbye in the lobby, and made their way out of the building. They had only been there a few hours, but it felt as though an age had passed. Mulder took her hand in his, on the way to the car, and kissed her knuckles as he opened her car door for her.

He hopped into the drivers seat, and turned to her,

"Are you okay, Scully? That was a lot, in there...but I meant what I said, about my feelings for you"

"It was a lot, and I'm still processing all of it, but my feelings for you...pre-date all of this. I meant what I said, too"

Mulder smiled down at her, a tender look on his face, making her feel warm and...cherished. She smiled back, and they sat for a moment, just gazing at each other, before Mulder started the car.

"Where to, Scully? Your place or mine?"

"We already broke in your waterbed...let's Go to mine"

As the evening progressed, Scully found herself sitting closer to Mulder, reaching out to touch him, and he seemed to be experiencing this, as well. She was reluctant to leave his side at all, and when she found herself wanting to ask him to accompany her to the washroom so she could pre, she began to wonder if these were the effects Bertie had talked about.

When she opened the bathroom door to see Mulder hovering outside, she was sure of it, and mentioned her suspicious to him, and for once, they agreed with each other.

"There's nothing for it, except to stay close, I suppose," Scully concluded.

"I'm fine with that," Mulder said, pulling her into an embrace, "I have always loved being close to you, Scully, but especially now, that I don't end up going home alone and...unsatisfied"

"Me too, and me too"

They had made their way back to the living room, and onto her couch, where they sat, snuggled up to each other.

"I had no idea that you wanted this, wanted more, Scully...if I had...I would have made a move sooner"

"Again, me too, Mulder...besides your commitment to our work taking a priority, you did seem to be interested in...a type, that was nothing like me"

"I know the women that You're talking about...but I don't have a type...And, I didn't think I had a chance with you...anyway, I don't want to talk about where we went wrong, in the past...I'm just glad we are here now"

"And, at the risk of sounding too repetitive, I have to say it again, me too"

They smiled at each other, and then their lips were meeting for a soft kiss, and another, and then their kisses grew more demanding, more passionate.

She climbed into his lap, their arms around each other, as they continued to kiss. Mulder tightened his hold on her, and stood up, carrying hery into her bedroom, putting her down on her sheets, after awkwardly yanking her duvet down. He kept kissing her as he undid the buttons of her blouse, and she shrugged out of it, sitting up a bit, as Mulder skillfully unhooked her bra, dropping it to the floor, beside the blouse.

He moved his lips to her nipple, sucking, flicking it with her tongue, while his hand massaged its twin, rolling and pinching the nipple there. She moaned in pleasure, her sensitive breasts tingling with an arousal she felt throughout her body, especially in her panties. She felt herself getting wet, soaked in fact, like she had earlier, during their session.

It was ironic that she was with a man so good at foreplay, so willing to spend time engaging in it, and here she was, needing so little of it, to be ready for sex. Her body was yearning for his penis, to be filled by him.

"I want you inside of me, Mulder...please, no teasing, I need you"

Mulder moaned at her words, "Dana Scully pleading for me to make love to her...that is the hottest thing I could imagine"

Scully was tugging at her waistband, wanting to be naked, "Please, Mulder, take off your pants"

He stripped himself, then helped her tug her clothing off the rest of the way, until they were both naked in her bed, a situation she had dreamed of since their first year of working together. She practically lunged up at him, kissing him hungrily and running her fingers through his hair.

He kissed her back, lowering her to her pillow, moving his body over hers, "Like this, Scully?"

"Just like this, Mulder, please, I want you so badly"

He held himself up on one hand, taking his penis in the other, rubbing it through her folds, coating himself in her moisture before finding her entrance and pushing his way inside, stretching and filling her completely with his length and girth.

She was so wet, he slid in easily, despite the stretch, and they both moaned at how perfect it felt.

He balanced his weight on his elbows and kissed her deeply, before he began rocking his hips into her, moving in and out of her in long slow strokes, hitting all the right places as he moved.

She marvelled at how right sex with Mulder felt...it was perfect. She moved her hips, to meet his thrusts, the wet, sappy sounds and their moans filling her bedroom, which had, for so long, only heard the sounds of her and the toys in her bedside drawer.

Her hands moved over his shoulders, down his chest, where she played with his small brown nipples, as he began thrusting harder.

"Touch yourself for me, Scully," he urged her

She brought her hand down to her clitoris, gathering moisture from her soaked labia as she circled the bud at their apex. She could feel the orgasm building, the pleasure from Mulder's strokes and her fingers bringing her to the precipice in no time, before tipping her over, and she howled out his name as she went over.

Her entire body seemed to pulse and shake with the force of it, as Mulder continued to move, pounding into her now, as she Yessed and called his name over and over.

"God, you're beautiful when you come" she heard Mulder say, as he kept thrusting, harder and faster, until he, too, was coming, calling out her name as he filled her.

Then they were still, lying together, breathing slowing as they recovered from their exertions.

"I love you, Scully...so much"

"Me, too, Mulder," she said, making him laugh, "I mean...I love you too, Mulder...very much"

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Moving day was sunny and calm, perfect, really. They got into the Mustang, to follow the Moving Truck from the EZ Storage Vault, where they had staged all of their possessions. The Suites had an approved moving company list, and they didn't want any connections made between them and any government buildings.

They had spent the day before, helping to organize the other undercover teams, and arranging the staging for those upcoming moves, from apartments the FBI had rented for a month, to hotel rooms, for some of the lower staff agents, who would bring only their clothing and a few possessions, as they would be sharing accommodation with existing staff.

Then, another body had been found. While they weren't a part of the active investigation, they did review the information. The woman had been like the others, a regular guest at the Upper Level, and visitor at the Suites, who had several acquaintances amongst the residents.

Skinner had arranged for her to see the body, or what was left of it. They had managed to ID her from partial fingerprints and dental records...her name had been Susannah Edgars. She had been missing for six weeks, and had been dead for about three.

There was no sign of where she had been for the weeks leading up to her murder. Her long dark hair had been shorn, and it looked as though her body hair had been shaved away before she had died, only showing the amount of stubble from the skin's retraction post mortem. Her nails had been manicured and pedicured, as well. There were tiny scars on her abdomen, mostly healed, but no record of any abdominal surgery. Other than that, the apparent cause of death was suffocation, though they were waiting for toxicology to come back.

More disturbing were the crime scene photos...Susannah's naked body, her head wrapped in plastic, had been preyed upon by animals as it lay in the dirt. She had faded bruises on her thighs, her wrists showed evidence of bindings...but were these from whoever killed her, or merely marks left by her last lover? Or was her last lover also her murderer?

She and Mulder were on their way to live amongst the people there, to witness and participate in the lifestyle that Susannah had, though at least they would be together...and wouldn't be having sex with any others. Other Agents would be putting themselves in more danger.

She shook her head, to clear it. She had to concentrate on being Mrs. Kathy Fox, here to work with her husband Will, to advise the Guilliardes on their Corporation, at their request. It was their best lead into whether the Unsub was an associate of the Club, and they had to maintain their cover.

The people who lived at the Suites were wealthy and powerful, or in the employ of these people. They had to be careful, or their Unsub would slip away from them, off to commit their crimes somewhere else.

They couldn't let that happen.

~x~

Scully was surprised to see that three members of Staff were in their Suite, with the things they had purchased from Love Affair, waiting to be told where to put things.

"It's part of the service you get here," explained Sasha, one of the employees, "We provide maid, and laundry services, too"

She introduced her co-workers as Brad and Chrissy. Scully noticed the women were dressed in outfits only slightly less revealing and more practical than French Maid costumes, and that Brad looked like a maintenance man from Mulder's porno collection, but they all behaved professionally enough.

As Brad and Mulder helped the Moving men position larger items, and brought boxes to their intended rooms, Scully directed Chrissy and Sasha as to what went where, while keeping an eye on what the guys were up to, watching to make sure everything was in its right place, and deciding where paintings and pictures would be hung.

The framed photos from the photo shoot looked great...She could hardly believe herself, that they weren't from real vacations, a real wedding. She caught Mulder admiring them, too.

He had a good eye for where things should be hung, and they got through it without an argument.

The more risque photos, which were definitely on the more demure side as far as pornography went, still made her blush, as Brad helped Mulder hang them in the bedroom, but she did her best to appear nonchalant. She had noticed that the three helpers had taken note of the bracelets they were wearing, and had seemed to respect the boundaries. There was no flirting or open ogling, only a friendly acceptance and willingness to help.

They even helped with putting away all of Scully's new wardrobe, while Brad helped Mulder, and helped them fill the shelves and cabinet that stood by their erotic furnishings, putting the various accessories and toys where Scully directed.

They had made up the bed with silk sheets and put the other linens away in the closet, and showed them the hamper where the laundry would be collected by the maid services.

As they were finishing up, a knock sounded at the door. Scully followed Mulder, to see who it was, and was surprised to see it was Bertie, bearing a large basket, wrapped in cellophane, tied with a big bow.

"Just a little welcome gift," she told them, "I also wanted to book our next session; as senior executives, I make house calls"

They invited her in, and she strolled around their Suite, admiring their furnishings and decorative touches. She greeted the staff members helping them by name, and inquired about who would be on maintenance for the Foxes Suite.

They replied that they would be coming, twice a week, on Mondays and Thursdays, and at any time they were requested. They were breaking down the cardboard boxes, bundling them up to take with them, when they left. Scully tried to give them a tip, for their help, but they refused the money, smiling and congratulating them on their new home as they left.

"I had hoped that you'd be assigned that team; they are our most trusted and discrete. Not that we hire any that are overly prone to gossip, but everyone is human, after all, and some chat amongst themselves...but not those three, that I've heard of"

Scully was gratified to hear that. Outside of motels, she had never used maid services, and hadn't been too comfortable with having strangers coming into her home and cleaning...though, given that she would be co-habitating with Mulder, at least they wouldn't have to argue about the division of labour.

Co-habitating with Mulder...she felt a mixture of excitement and unease at the thought. She was used to spending hours in his company, and often with only an adjoining door between them even when they slept...this physical relationship was new, and thrilling, but they were moving full steam ahead into sharing the entirety of their daily...and nightly...lives together, and they were both people who needed a certain amount of space.

Was it too much, too soon?

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They'd been at the Suites for a week, and while they had learned a lot, about both the residents and some of her colleagues, some of whom had been quietly inserted into staff positions, they hadn't yet found any links to the missing and murdered women.

Not that they'd had many opportunities to really investigate...being undercover was a very different matter than their usual dynamic, they couldn't knock on doors and flash badges, and ask the pointed questions.

They had to appear to be what their roles required, Corporate Auditors, spending time at the offices across the street, reviewing the books, conducting interviews under the guise of "getting to know the team"

At the Suites, they were the new couple, in a respected position, with the clear blessing of the owners of all this...for now. They had been welcomed, but cautiously, as though people were being careful to not cause offense, to show anything besides their own public guises, the way people often do at a party where the boss, or an associate of the boss, are in attendance...though, acceptable behaviour here went well beyond what would be acceptable nearly anywhere else.

They'd had dinner with Charlie and Marcus, at Discrete, the clothing required restaurant. Surprisingly, it hadn't been awkward, considering that the notion of her brother being bisexual was new, let alone that he was in a throuple with the 12th grade love of her life, and the man to whom she had given her virginity, before heading off to college and losing touch.

They had kept conversation light, and informative...it helped that they were privy to their true purpose at the Suites, and Marcus and Charlie both worked with them, as lawyer and accountant, respectively. Charlie's wife hadn't joined them, as no children were allowed at the Suites, she was home with them. Charlie split his time between homes, and all three stayed when the grandparents took weekends with her nephews.

Scully herself had unknowingly given them the opportunity, when she had spent a weekend watching Babe on repeat. Her work schedule lately didn't allow for her to offer that favour often, and Maggie was only too happy to spoil the kids for an overnight, but Scully resolved to offer more often, especially now that her mother split her grandmotherly duties between Charlie, and Bill in San Diego.

They hadn't yet had dinner at the Bare Epicurian, the clothing optional restaurant; Charlie had assured them them that, should her brother be dining there in a state of undress, it was laid out in a way as to avoid any awkwardness, and aside from that he and Marcus weren't exhibitionists, given to public displays in the other venues of the Suites, either.

Mulder stiffened a bit, when Marcus said that she had seen his junk in all its glory, but didn't comment. She had felt her cheeks burn a bit, but she understood where he was coming from.

Diana and Jeffrey had joined them at the Suites, as Dierdre and Jack DuLucias, he as a Junior Lawyer, and she as his sexual partner/"stepmother"., and receptionist. Bertie wanted to bait Dougie into a relationship with them, and a young woman who he was keen on, a "Pearl" known to be looking for just that sort of "stepfamily" relationship. She was 21, blonde, and petite, with small, perky breasts, named Angie.

While Bertie had been making house calls to their place, they hadn't actually had any therapy sessions with her...instead, they'd reviewed videos of her sessions with their colleagues, and planned future strategies.

It was surreal, seeing Diana and Jeffrey speak about their sex lives, under hypnosis, and the influence of the herb-infused water, to hear her admit to infidelities, that she had always been polyamourous and attracted to both sexes.

It was different, from how she usually portrayed herself. Scully found herself both admiring the honest way she saw herself, and condemning the dishonesty she showed to her former partners...one of whom was Mulder.

It was another level of surreal, watching Diana and Jeffrey fuck. Jeffrey was a slight, skinny man, with a surprisingly large, uncircumcised penis, surrounded by light brown hair. Diana was large-breasted, with large, dark nipples, that hung low when her brassiere was removed. She had a large thatch of black hair between her legs, trimmed at the edges. Scully could only call it fucking; it wasn't particularly intimate. She had sat next to Mulder, who was expressionless, watching a colleague he detested fuck a woman he trusted, had once loved...She had never asked if he still felt anything for her.

They hadn't spoken of it, yet. She had no idea if he was jealous, or felt betrayed by Diana's confessions, if he knew who were some of the lovers she mentioned, that she said had been in her life for years, cheating with them, while relationships came and went.

The other colleagues were also awkward to watch, as she found out more about Tom Colton than she had ever wanted to. Mulder had snorted, listening to Tom talk about how he liked to put women "in their place" and be "in charge"; she was relieved, for Vanessa's sake, that Bertie was listening to Vanessa, and bluntly told Tom that if he couldn't play his role, he was welcome to give his spot up to another Agent.

Vanessa was polyandrist, and sexually adventurous. Bertie wanted to use those facts as assets; her strategy was that she would cuckold Tom, and do more mingling with other residents.

They were given entry-level positions, at the Suites, Tom as one of the Doormen, Tim, and Vanessa, as Theresa, in Love Affair, the Sex Boutique, an ideal place to meet potential lovers.

In the session they watched, Tom had sat naked on a chair, looking unhappy as he watched Vanessa have sex with a friend of Bertie's, a well-endowed man whose name she couldn't recall. It was passionate, and rough, Vanessa wailing through orgasm after orgasm, as Tom looked on, tugging on his very average penis, taking his turn only after the Bull had finished

The other Agents were not known by Scully very well, and were in as singles, in various roles, all employed in either the offices or staff at the Suites, as cooks, wait staff, or other such employment, given shared accommodation at the Suites, or apartments in the Office building, where Tom and Vanessa lived. Diana and Jeffrey had a Studio apartment at the Suites.

She and Mulder had not yet explored any of the more avant-garde areas of the Suites, sticking to the clothing required amenities, and spending most of their time reviewing the information and files from the Robillarde Corporation, reviewing background checks on employees and residents (a nice break from doing the checks, themselves), and watching the therapy sessions of people of interest, as well as the Sex Tapes some Residents had in the Video Store, a small outlet which rented movies, both the kind one could rent at Blockbuster, Mainstream Porn, and the Resident-produced movies.

Scully was amazed at the Production value, but less so when told that there was a Studio at the Suites, and professional-quality equipment and cameramen, voyeurs who volunteered their services.

While she and Mulder had been engaging in sex, it was at night, in bed, and very vanilla, as though all the kink around them had left them craving something more traditional. It wasn't quite missionary-only, but they weren't making use of the wardrobe, or the toys, they'd accumulated.

It was Bertie who brought it up, as their strategy session ended, after they had watched Dougie's solo session with Bertie, where he had complained about being single, and she had planted seeds, about a potential "situationship" for him, involving Chrissy, that seemed very interesting to Dougie. He also vented about his work with Georgie, with the "girls" who were the Barbies, only to be gently reminded that while he was the consulting therapist, Georgie was the one Gage had placed in Charge of them, and the events.

"I know this has been a busy first week, but how are the two of you doing?"

The Agents looked at each other, and Mulder nodded.

"Fine," Scully said, "I mean, I can only speak for myself, of course...it's been..awkward, having such an intimate window into something so very personal, about our colleagues...we are trained to be circumspect, to view sensitive information, and to have discretion. For me, as a doctor, with what I do...I examine all of the body's secrets, on strangers, and see the evidence of many acts, both sexual and due to disease or violence, quite often. Still, it's...taken some getting used to"

Mulder stayed silent, only nodding.

Bertie smiled, "You've both done well, and remained professional. I was asking about the two of you...your intimate life. We haven't put in any further therapy for you...While you share a naturally close connection, this is new to both of you, and you are going to be putting yourself out there, as part of your undercover roles. Going to events, dressing up, fitting in. Have you been exploring, playing with the toys, the restraints, the furniture?"

Scully felt her face grow hot, as she shook her head. It was Mulder who spoke up,

"No...we've been making love, but we haven't been very adventurous. I think...well, for me...being suddenly surrounded by kink, has left us craving simple intimacy"

"That's understandable, is that how you feel too, Dana?"

"Yes, that's it...It feels safe, in our bed"

"I think our session tomorrow should be about the two of you, to help you use some of the kink in your safe bedroom, before you are faced with more public intimacy, in the Suites, or at the next Club Night...do you agree?"

Aware that this was part of their job, their role here as investigators, and also that this had been something she had been eager to experience with Mulder, she looked at him, and nodded.

"Yes," they both replied.

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They sat on their couch, Bertie in a chair to the side, closest to Scully. For once, no files or papers littered the coffee table before them. Bertie had a messenger bag at her feet, and a notepad on her lap, pen poised above it as they began.

"So, it's been just over a week now, since you've moved in...have any issues come up for you, that we should discuss before we have tea?"

The tea Bertie referred to, of course, was the very potent sexual enhancement drink, similar to water, but much stronger. The mention of it made Scully shiver in anticipation, and nervousness, wondering how much she would reveal today. She was glad that their sessions took place in their own space, now...it felt safer, to her.

"It has been an adjustment, but so far...we haven't spent a lot of time outside of our Suite, or the public office building across the street, really...we have checked out the clothing required areas, once or twice, like the gym, and the pool, and had dinner at Discrete, but we have had most of our meals delivered here...and we haven't yet gone to do any of the extracurricular, like the gallery events or the theatre, or the other hosted entertainments, as you advised"

"That's good...we want a bit more practice in, and start in slowly, even though you did magnificently, by all reports, at the Club where you first met some of us"

Scully couldn't help blushing at the mention of their first night on this assignment, a watch-only undercover investigation that turned into a night of passion for her and her partner, changing their relationship irrevocably...for the better, so far.

She heard Mulder clear his throat, and speak,

"I found myself...well, I did have a reaction, to something someone said, actually, and it surprised me. I know Scully has called me territorial, before, and I admit that I can be...and that it's a me problem, because I trust her implicitly, and she is a beautiful woman, and you can't blame a man for looking twice..."

"Or a woman" said Bertie, sounding amused

"Or anyone, yeah...and I know that she was not a virgin, no judgement, its normal and natural, I was not always exactly chaste...but...Scully, when Marcus said he...that you had seen him naked, and aroused, before...it...I was jealous. I know it makes me sound like a caveman, but...when we role played that I was your first, I guess I felt a little like it was true...and I know That's on me...but...am I babbling? I feel like I'm babbling"

"No, you're not...I feel that way, sometimes, about Diana...and I don't blame you for having had a past, but I also don't like having it flaunted in my face"

Mulder made a face, at the mention of Diana, but didn't say anything...and Scully got the feeling he wasn't quite ready to address that topic...though, once she thought about it, Diana's admitted infidelity probably brought things up for him, around trust.

"I'm sure finding out...certain things...about your past lover probably brings up feelings you may project onto your current lover, so it's good to deal with this" Bertie said softly. When Mulder nodded, she continued, "From what I see, your current lover bears very little in common with your past lover, in personality even more than looks, they are very different people"

"Thank God" he muttered

Bertie laughed, and Scully bit her lip. She hoped she hadn't blundered in mentioning Diana, and in not sharing her past with Marcus with Mulder.

"I should have told you, had those conversations that people often have when they are dating...first times, significant relationships, that sort of thing...I never want you to feel as though my past is off-limits, or that you can't ask me..."

"Scully, it's okay...you don't owe me anything, I don't have a right to know your body count, what matters is that you're with me, now, just me"

"I am, Mulder, of course...but what if I want you to know these things?"

He looked flummoxed, but Bertie was quick to respond

"I think, if you are both agreeable, that this is a fine lead-in to our role-play, today...if you are both agreeable"

They listened to her suggestions, and then went to the bedroom, to change, as Bertie brewed the Tea.

She changed behind the decorative screen, near her closet, hastily shedding her clothes and dressing herself in the costume Bertie suggested, while Mulder took his outfit into the closet. She adjusted the straps of black silk, and closed the collar around her neck, then covered herself up with a robe, stopped at the mirror to place and adjust her head covering, She gave herself a wry smile as she met her eyes in the glass,
then went out to sit at their table, where Bertie had set the steaming pot, and the cups. There were papers set out at two of the chairs, and she took a seat at one of them.

"It's upside down...don't look, yet"

She nodded, and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. The anxiety and excitement about what was about to happen had her heart racing...She had imagined wearing these outfits, using the sexy toys and furnishings, since she had first visited Love Affair, and had looked forward to another session since their first in Bertie's office...the smell of the Tea alone was heightening her arousal.

Mulder soon joined them at the table, his own robe covering his outfit. He looked adorably flushed, as he smiled reassuringly at her.

Bertie poured them each a generous cup of tea, instructing them to sip it, as they looked over her proposed script for their session.

"It's not detailed, of course, as only Dana can provide those...just a suggested outline, so no one is caught by surprise, or left wondering what is expected here...I'm going to set things up in your bedroom, and we will adjust the plan as you desire, once you have read it, okay?"

They nodded, and turned over their paper to see what Bertie's suggested therapy involved. She felt her body reacting, as she read, and sipped at her tea. She felt the heat generated by the steaming drink, the temperature of the liquid and her bodies reaction to its ingredients mingling within her, combined with the scenarios presented by Bertie, and the thought of acting them out with Mulder, caused her to grow flushed, her erogenous zones began to tingle, her vagina felt swollen, and increasingly wet.

She began to think about what she would say, anticipating his response to what she divulged. Her cup empty, she placed it on the table, and looked across the table at Mulder. His eyes were dark pools of desire in his face, his lips parted, a look of hunger on his handsome face. Neither spoke, as they waited for Bertie to join them, again.

Scully dropped her eyes back to the papers, perusing the potential scenarios. She knew which she wanted to perform, but was weighing some options when she heard Bertie's heels clicking against the floors, as she approached them.

Scully waited until Bertie joined them, before she looked up. She focused on the woman, who poured them out more of the Tea, before presenting them with cards,

Hers said Yellow-Scenario 1, Green-Scenario 2, Pink-Scenario 3.

"I'm going to ask which scenario you would prefer to act out, with whichever modifications you both agree with, by the name of the colour associated with the one you choose on your card. Each of your cards has different colour associations for each scenario." Bertie said "If you both pick the same scenario, we'll modify the scene as much or as little as you'd like. If you each pick a different scenario, we will adapt a scene with whichever elements you agree with. Okay?"

They both agreed, and Bertie nodded at Scully to share her answer first.

"Green"

She looked at Mulder, awaiting his answer.

"Purple"

They passed the cards to Bertie, who checked them over, and smiled.

"Scenario 2 it is, then. Any changes?"

"One or, two, if It's okay with Scully"

She listened to his suggestions, and added one of her own. Then he took his modified script into their bedroom, into the "set" where Bertie prepared their scene.

They were to study their scripts for ten minutes, until the bell rang, and then she would take off her concealing robe, and head into the bedroom, where Mulder waited, in his own costume.

She was getting more aroused by the second, between the Tea, her natural desire for Mulder, and anticipation of the kinky scene, She was getting impatient to begin.

She pictured Mulder's costume...She had imagined this scenario, the forbidden fruit scenario, before. Especially in their first year, when she definitely had a crush on him, and had shamelessly masturbated to thoughts of various characters with his face...as a Sheriff, as a Pirate, as a Wild Man, a Detective, a Reporter, and as a Priest.

The bell tolled, and she stood, undoing her robe, pushing it off to pool on the couch behind her, revealing her outfit.

The cloth on her head that Mulder had stared at matched the sheer silk material on her body, deep black, with white trim.

A white collar ringed her throat, and her undergarments could be seen beneath her habit; a long vertical piece of heavy, onyx silk, hanging from the collar, looped down between her legs, and up her back, to attach to the back of the collar.

A strap of the same silk wrapped around her horizontally, covering her nipples. The two pieces formed a cross.

Her legs were covered with thick black stockings, held up with ties, and she wore plain black leather slip-on shoes on her feet.

She stood still for just a moment, and then headed to the bedroom where Mulder waited. Though, she supposed she should call him by his scene name. Father Mulder.

The bedroom was dim when she entered, and she was surprised to see a curtained wooden screen set up, like the ones in a confessional. A kneeler was positioned at the window, a book ledge above it. She knelt, resting the elbows on top of the ledge, and parted the curtain, then bowed her head.

"Yes, my child?" Mulder's voice rumbled from behind the screen.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned"

"What is the nature of your sin, my child?"

Now, she was off-script; she had only the outline of the scene, it was up to her to provide the details. The dirty details...and then to accept her penance, and absolution.

"I may have indicated that I was innocent, when I joined the Abbey...I was so scared that I'd be turned away, and I felt so sure that God was calling me here, to this work, to you...but the truth is, although I love my work, as a healer, my conscience troubles me..."

"You say that you are not innocent...What do you mean by that?"

"I have had carnal knowledge of...of men, Father"

"I see...and was this by your choice?"

"Y-Yes, it was"

"Tell me about the first man, the one who led you unto the path of sin"

Mulder sounded so pious, but she could also hear his sardonic humour through the words.

"Oh, Father, it was my senior year in High School, and I thought he was the love of my life. It was supposed to happen after Prom, but my friends boyfriend started a fire...anyway, it happened a week later, at his house, in his Rec room. He was playing Truly by Lionel Richie, and we kissed for awhile...and then...we took our clothes of and...we did it. I had, um, broken my hymen already, using one of my mother's tampons, because I didn't want it to hurt, or bleed in front of him, but it still hurt, a bit, and I bled a bit, too...we also used a condom, which I suppose is also a sin"

"It is, but not so great a sin as bringing a child into the world as a child yourself, though some would disagree with me. The fornication outside of marriage is a bigger sin, in this instance"

"Yes, Father"

"Was this the only time you sinned with this boy?"

"It happened on a few occasions, before we went to different colleges, and lost touch with each other...maybe 5 in total"

"Did you find it more difficult to be chaste in college?"

"Not really, sex hadn't been quite as magical as I had thought it would be, we were both inexperienced...and I had never had an orgasm, either with a partner nor on my own, touching ourselves was never discussed, except as horribly dirty and shameful, by the nuns and other girls. My mother didn't talk about it all, outside of saying that it's better to wait until We're engaged at least. So, since I thought sex was not worth engaging in, unless I met The One, especially once I learned, from the girls at my Dorm, how to bring myself to orgasm. I concentrated on my studies, doing a 4 year program in 2 years, and heading off to medical school, at Stanford. No, I did not engage in sex with other women...though some did, and I didn't judge them"

"I didn't ask, but thank you for clarifying...why didn't you?"

"Isn't it a sin?"

"Technically, though not an unknown one, and technically, so is masturbation...but we digress...And who was your next lover?"

"It was my third year, when I met him...A Doctor, an eminent cardiologist. He was a brilliant doctor, one of the leaders in his field...and he saw potential in me. He would watch me work, praise me, ask me to assist in some major procedures, ahead of even some fourth-year residents.

When I began my fourth year, he requested me to fill a student position on his staff. Suddenly I was working with him every day. He invited me to attend a conference in DC with him, and that's when...things went beyond professional, with him. It was also the first time I ever had an orgasm with a lover...but it was wrong, a mistake"

"Why did you not marry this man? What made it a mistake?"

"Because, Father, he was already married...I didn't know until after"

"When did you find out?"

"I overheard some nurses talking, about his wife...I was confused, I thought they must mean Ex-wife...then she came in to his office, along with their daughter, who was my age, I knew her, she was friends with a roommate, Maggie...He smiled when he saw them, and whisked them off to lunch, without a glance in my direction"

"What excuse did he make?"

"That he thought I knew. I was hurt, but I remembered I had gone to a workshop in DC, by the Sisters, who were recruiting doctors. I had an application at home, and I filled it out and set it in, at first to just get away from him, then I saw this work as a way to truly help others

"An admirable calling, and while you did participate in Sin, the heavier weight is on the Doctor who was unfaithful and took advantage of a young woman under his charge"

"Yes, Father"

"Are there more sins?"

"One more, Father...as I studied theology, preparing for the religious life, one of the Monks instructing the class became enamoured with me, and I with him. He took me to a winter cabin his family owned, and we sinned there...but when we went back to the monastery, he would lock himself up with his books, as penance, I think. He died, shortly after I came to this convent"

"I met that Monk, Jack the Monk...He was most sinful, to lead you astray as you came to the religious life, before your vows, despoiling you...is there anything more, my child?"

"One more, Father...since I've been here, my life has been wonderful...but I find myself struggling with with...passions...and I am sorely tempted by one person in particular"

"Who is inspiring these desires?"

"You, Father"

"I...I see...well. Give me a moment to contemplate, then, and find our way forward, Sister"

"Yes, Father"

She waited, in the silence, for only a minute or two, but it gave her plenty of time to anticipate what would come next...both the scripted parts, and the personal improvisation that she knew her partner would bring...she hoped that her own improvised confessions were...inspirational. She hadn't exactly imagined filling Mulder in on her romantic history in just this way...

"Sister, I have thought about your confessions, and acknowledge your honesty in exposing these parts of your past to me...It shows that you truly want to overcome these sins"

"Oh, yes, Father"

"There is a secret way, practiced between some priests and nuns, in which these sins are...worked through, and purged, followed by a an Act of Contrition. It is felt, that the best way to control the urges of some in the celibate life, is to use a safe outlet for the exercising of sin, making it less likely that your sin nature affects any of the innocent souls in your care"

"I would never...with a patient"

"I believe you, Sister...It seems that God has answered your needs, by putting the one who should bear this burden with you, in your mind, already...and I am willing, and able, to help...even though I have never been moved to give assistance before...I did commit this sin, in my youth"

"You will help me, Father?"

"I will; I will have to discipline you, first, as penance for past sins, and then I will question you as to some particulars, but I will also bring you to satisfaction, and eventually absolution"

"Please, Father, I wantthis so badlyt"

"Close your eyes, and meditate on the sinful desires that keep you from peace, and a clear conscience, so that we may work through them and purge them, together"

She did as he asked, feeling herself drawn more and more into this character, of the tarnished nun, exorcising her past with one very sexy Confessor...

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Mulder stood and walked around the wooden screen, adjusting his white Priest collar and smoothing his black monk's robes as he passed his kneeling partner. He sat on the leather chaise, taking note of the instruments Bertie had left on a side table, and the ornate wooden railing that had appeared, on sturdy braces, to his left. It looked as though it had come from a real church, as did the screen he had been sitting behind, and the kneeled where Scully waited, back facing him, head bowed.

He took a moment to thrill at the sight of her there, in her sheer nuns habit, headdress hiding her coppery hair, only strips of black silk concealing very little of her back and the crease of her beautiful ass.

He gazed at her adoringly for a moment, part of him still amazed that he could finally touch her in this way, explore her body thoroughly with hands and lips and tongue. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and centered himself in his role.What did he have in common with a Priestly Monk?

He was a Priest, one who had lived a carnal life in his youth...and since sequestered himself, heard of much, but denied his baser urges, since becoming a Scholar, a member of an Order, consumed by his Good Works, seeking truth, had been the Centre of his existence until she came along. Becoming her Confessor through serendipitous assignment, the Temptation and the Desire, both to have and to help her, was overwhelming.

It seemed he did have something in common with a Monk, after all. He thought back on her Confessions, and was ready to act.

"Come, and stand before me"

Scully rose to her feet, her head bowed, and gracefully made her way to the spot he indicated.

"Are you willing to accept your penance and be restored to a state of virtue"

"Yes, Father, I am"

"Very well. Lift your habit and bend over my knee"