TITLE: Navy Blues - or How Scully Got Her Groove Back AUTHOR: Carin longneck@tminet.com RATING: NC-17 This is a SMUT story. Nothing more, nothing less. (not until part 3 though!) CATEGORY: Story KEYWORDS: angst, Scully/other, maybe a little other/other slash. SPOILERS: If you haven't seen Never Again, Christmas Carol/Emily or the movie then don't read this. SUMMARY: Scully takes a trip to San Diego to visit family but brother Bill can't pick her up from the airport and sends a handsome young sailor in his place. FEEDBACK: Is delightful, is inspirational, is what I live for. ARCHIVE: Gossamer okay, anyone else- just let me know and all that rot. DISCLAIMER: I don't own Scully, Mulder, Bill Matthew or Tara. They belong to CC, 1013, Fox and whomever else. The character of Ben Winston however belongs all to me, me, me and I'm keeping him cuz he's yummy. Imagine that sexy blonde from 54 and Playing By Heart (Ryan Phillipe? Is that his name?) That's who I would hire if I was gonna film this. Part 1: Call Me Dana Dana Scully was flying first class. This wasn't business and she was flying alone, which she hated, so she indulged herself and sprung for the first class ticket. She was mentally kicking herself for the thirtieth time for even agreeing to spend the week in San Diego. First of all, there were still a lot of residual feelings about what happened the last time she was there, finding Emily- which she would never regret, but then losing her so suddenly. Frankly, she was surprised Bill even wanted her there. She had practically ruined Christmas for them all that year...just over a year ago...her mind wandered, reliving the events of the past year or so... Fresh from her bout with cancer she had been trying to pick her life back up, make some sense of it all...then Emily found her, found her heart and just as she started to love, to see herself as a mother it was stolen away from her... So, she threw herself back into the work because after almost thirty-five years on this earth that was all she had. Then they took that away from her to. From them...she and Mulder. And Mulder...God, what to think about that. There was a point last summer when she felt a line being crossed...after Dallas, when it seemed certain that they were being driven apart...she thought that maybe Mulder really did see her as something other than a partner and friend, more than the substitute sister or surrogate mother he seemed so desperately to need, he was seeing her as a woman and Jesus, did that scare her? What did Mulder mean to her anyway? Who was he to her? He had completely consumed her existence in just 5 short years...there was no one else in her life...no husband, no lover. She used to have friends. The in-flight movie was 'How Stella Got Her Groove Back' which Scully watched while sipping a diet coke. The movie was mediocre at best. It was hard anymore to relate to movies like this, love stories where people held hands and kissed and made love. And felt sunlight on their faces. Her own life had turned into an bad science-fiction horror story with way too many sequels. She needed to get away from herself for awhile...and since she barely existed outside of Mulder- that meant getting away from him, as far as possible. So, this is how she found herself on a plane to San Diego to spend a week with her brother and his family. *********** Scully scanned the small crowd looking for Bill. He was as tall as she was short and usually stood out in a crowd. She craned her neck but couldn't spot him anywhere. Just then she noticed a young man dressed in the cracker jacks of an enlisted sailor. Immediately, in spite of herself, she took note of how cute he was. And he was holding a card that read "DANA SCULLY." She approached the man and smiled. "Hi, I'm Dana Scully." "Ma'am, Lt. Commander Scully, err, your brother sends his apologies. He was caught up and unable to meet you," he drawled in a smooth Tennessee tenor while reaching for her carry-on. "He wanted me to let you know that Mrs. Scully has an afternoon appointment as well or she would have come herself." "That's alright," Scully slid her sunglasses down her nose to get a better look at the insignia on his arm. An eagle and two chevrons, an E-5, Bill must be slipping, she figured he would have at least sent a Chief. "Petty Officer- I'm sorry what is your name?" "Winston ma'am." He had a pleasant smile, very warm. She figured Bill probably liked this kid. That's why he'd trusted him with his little sister. "Okay, Petty Officer Winston. Nice to meet you." "Yes, ma'am...well, I suppose we should collect your luggage." "Call me Dana," she said as they headed for the escalator. The handsome young sailor scooped Scully's suitcase up from the conveyer belt and then deposited her and the bags curbside while he went to get his vehicle. Scully breathed in the California air and waited. Before long he pulled up in a flashy red jeep. "I'll bet he spends every weekend polishing it," she muttered to herself. Young enlisted guys loved red; sport cars, jeeps, whatever, so long as it was red. After Scully was buckled in and once the young man had navigated his way through the airport parking-lot she turned to him. "So, what was so important that Bill couldn't pick up his own sister?" "Again ma'am, Miss Scully, I apologize..." Scully cut him off when she realized he had taken her question as some sign of disapproval. She smiled at him "It's not that you aren't a suitable replacement- you are. I didn't mean to imply anything else, I was just wondering where Bill was." "A Captain on base, with another unit, his wife just passed. The LC, your brother, is handling the all arrangements. They are good friends." Bill Scully Jr. liked to be the one to take care of things, make sure they got done right. It could be both admirable and infuriating. "Was she ill?" "Oh, yes, err no ma'am...it was an auto accident, rather sudden. Everyone on base is pretty sick about it. She was a lovely lady." "Well, that is too bad. I hope I won't be getting in the way around here this week." "Oh, no ma'am," said the sailor as he changed lanes. Scully looked at him. "Petty Officer Winston, is there a first name?" "Ben." "Ben, that's nice." She smiled so that he would not misunderstand, "Now Ben, again, please call me Dana. Not ma'am, not Miss Scully. I appreciate the respect but I'm not the Naval Officer, Bill is. And I'm on vacation. Call me Dana, no one ever does and it'll be a refreshing change." Seemingly more relaxed Ben Winston glanced sideways at Dana Scully, "Well Dana," he said putting emphasis on her name "The LC says you are with the FBI. That must be fascinating work." "Strike two Ben," she said, "I'd much rather talk about you." Navy Blues or How Scully Got Her Groove Back See Part 1 for Disclaimer etc. Part 2: Nobody's Home Scully had booked herself a room at the Navy Lodge on base because she knew she would be more comfortable there. Bill could be relentless and she may need to escape. Besides, even with the extra bedroom Matthew had quickly filled up the small house and Dana didn't want to be in the way. She planned to spend a few days hanging around the house with Tara, playing with Matthew and a few days on her own shopping, hitting the beach, reading, whatever. Of course, she would be expected to dine with them in the evenings and she knew Bill would want to BBQ at least once, no matter what the weather. The drive to the Lodge had been a pleasant one. Ben had told her about growing up in Memphis. He revealed that he had joined in the Marine Corps right out of high school as a grunt but had been injured a few years ago while doing a tour of duty in Bosnia. "My Mom just about died when she'd heard I'd been shot," he recalled. "So, when it came time to re-up I joined the Navy instead. Kind of a comprimise." "Doesn't your Mom know that being a sailor isn't exactly the safest job in the world either? " she asked. "Well yeah, but she feels a lot better just knowing that I'm stateside- for the time-being anyhow." He went onto explain that the life of a Marine grunt was a life surrounded in suffering and death. Since he became a sailor he had been able to attend college classes. He didn't have to lug a SAW around all day and he got to sleep in a real bed at night. He didn't have to look around every corner expecting to meet death there. Despite the grim subject matter he was a pleasant conversationalist. He had an easy manner about him. She liked him. He had obviously seen some ugliness in his young life but his eyes didn't betray it. She wondered what her own eyes betrayed. After checking in, Ben grabbed the bags and walked with Scully to her room. "Well, Miss Scully, Dana- it has been a real pleasure, is there anything else I can do for you before I go?" "Yeah, hang on a minute would you?" she said as she picked up the phone by the bed. She dialed Bill and Tara's number, two rings- It was Tara's sugary voice and Scully could hear Matthew cooing in the background. "Hi, you have reached the Scully residence. We are unable to take your call now so please leave a message and we'll get back to you as soon as we can, have a great day!- BEEEEEEEEP" Scully left a message with both her room and cell phone numbers. Then she turned back around and faced Ben. "Nobody's home." "Oh, I'm sorry. LC probably got caught up longer with Captain Jackson. Listen Dana, if there is anything I can get you...I could take you somewhere or I could go pick up some food if you'd like to get unpacked." Scully crossed her arms and smiled again at him. "No, ugh...I'm not really hungry...thank you though...maybe I'll go get a drink...can you recommend something nearby." "Well, The Officer's Club is close, I could drive you..." For the second time that day she cut him off- "Not the Officer's Club, I prefer something a little more down to earth." Ben made a funny face and thought about it for a moment. "Well, there isn't really anything else around here I would feel comfortable leaving you off at. There are a lot of lonely boys around here Dana, it's no place for a lady alone." Scully smirked at that last line. The self-pity passed as quickly as it hit her and she stunned him by suggesting- "Well, I assure you I can take care of myself but if you really wouldn't feel comfortable leaving me off why don't you join me- that is unless you have somewhere you need to be." She unzipped the suitcase and shuffled through it looking for something to throw on. "Dana, as much as I would like to share a drink with you I'm not sure that is what Lieutenant Commander Scully had in mind when he asked me to collect you from the airport." "Okay, I realize what you're saying- he is your superior and I'm his sister but...look if you don't want to that's fine, but don't worry about Bill. He told you to take care of me didn't he?" She smiled. She hoped she wasn't being too bold, or keeping him from something or someone else. She wasn't trying to hit on him, she just wanted some company and she had found him to be so pleasant and normal. "Alright, we'll go for one drink Dana." "Good," she said as she made her way to the bathroom. "Besides, I won't tell if you don't." She grinned over her shoulder as she closed the door. They stopped by his place and she waited in the jeep. He wasn't in there long but while he was Scully found herself wondering exactly how old he was. By piecing together what he had told her about his time in service she figured he was probably about twenty-four or five. When he emerged he wore a loose pair of khakis and a very tight white T-Shirt. Scully noticed his chest. She bit her lip. When he reached over the seat and threw his jacket in the back she saw the muscles in his arm ripple. Her cheeks felt a little warm. "Ready to go?" "Let's" was all she said. He had suggested they hit one of the nicer cocktail lounges in the city but Scully declined. One thing about Dana Scully, she didn't drink much but when she did she liked a certain atmosphere. She hadn't been for a drink with a man since Ed Jerse took her to the Hard Eight Lounge and while he had obviously been the wrong man, the Hard Eight had been perfect. She wanted to go someplace like that. Ben had been reluctant but she had convinced him to take her to a terrible little place right on the border. The sign said Brews and Cues. Before they went inside she asked him to step out of the jeep so she could try Bill again. The phone rang twice and this time instead of Tara's jubilant greeting on the machine she heard Bill's tired voice. "William Scully." "Bill, hi, it's me." "Sis, I'm so sorry about today, where are you? I just called the Lodge but you weren't in your room." "Oh, must of been when I was out trying to track down the maid. They never give you enough towels you know," she lied. "Listen, Dana, you don't have to stay there you know, we have plenty of room, we'd love to have you." "No, Bill really, I don't mind at all. Look, I can't wait to see guys but I am really jet-lagged." "Come for breakfast?" "Sailor's breakfast or normal people breakfast?" She couldn't imagine having to be present and pleasant for Bill's 5:45 donuts and coffee. "Normal. Be there at 7:30. I'm going in late tomorrow anyway. There's this funeral thing I have to deal with off-base." "Oh yeah Bill, I'm sorry about that. Petty Officer Winston explained everything. I won't be in the way will I?" "No, Dana, of course not. We're glad you're here" He said and sounded like he meant it. "I'm glad too." She said. She did mean it too. "Yeah, well get some sleep sis, I'll see you in the morning." "Okay, love you." "Love you too." Scully pressed the button on her cell phone but didn't get right out of the jeep. Bill would not approve. His sister drinking in a hole in the wall with a man ten years her junior. An enlisted man. She was a good catholic girl but there was an edge. Most people never saw the edge or knew about it but it was there. It made her smoke her mother's cigarettes when she was just a girl, daring her father to catch her. It made her join in on those nuclear protests at Berkley, mostly to spite her father. It made her get that tattoo, the snake eating it's tail not so long ago after a trip to a bar like this one. It made her lie to Bill about where she was tonight, just because. She realized this was all very tame compared to some people, most people probably, but for her it was all extreme, out of character. Or so it seemed. She realized suddenly that Ben was still standing outside waiting for her. Navy Blues or How Scully Got Her Groove Back See Part 1 for Disclaimer etc. This is where it gets dirty so you kiddies delete this post right away. Part 3: Tijuana Brass Scully had had two Greyhounds and for a small framed woman who rarely drank that was enough to make her head light. She found she was enjoying Ben's company more and more. His accent was more pronounced after the bourbon he had consumed. He was very funny and she couldn't remember when she had laughed so hard. His blue eyes were captivating. His hair was a little long, for a sailor. She was pretty sure Bill rode his men hard about grooming standards. He must like this kid, she thought again. Suddenly, the shrill ringing of her cell phone jerked her back into reality. "I thought I turned this off!" She exclaimed as she stared dumbly at the phone. Another ring and she answered praying it wasn't Bill. "Scully." "Scully, how's California?" Suddenly she wished it were Bill. "Mulder, what do you want?" "Scully, where are you? I can barely hear you." "I'm on vacation Mulder, I'm vacationing!" " I called your brother's, he wasn't too happy to hear from me I can tell you." Suddenly a large man at one of the pool tables let out a loud hoot and several of his buddies joined in. "Are you in a bar Scully?" "Is this important Mulder?" "You're in a bar aren't you? "Mulder, unless this is life or death I am hanging up the phone now!" "Alright, alright-never mind. I don't know what you're doing out there but I suggest you don't come home with any more tattoos or strange body piercings." Scully turned the phone off and slammed it onto the seat next to her. "Boyfriend?" Ben questioned. When she looked at him she realized he was stirring his drink and staring rather intently at her. His eyes sent heat through her core. She downed her third. Somewhere in the night. Probably at Scully's suggestion the pair ended up across the border into Mexico. Her head spun from the already consumed vodka and the lights and the people and the noise and the smells. They danced for an hour or more in a club with a long bar and a good band. Scully didn't know how to dance to the traditional music but she was winging it pretty good or at least she was drunk enough not to care. They danced close mostly, whether the music wanted it or not. Suddenly, he grabbed her hand and led her into the street. She followed where he led and after walking about 10 minutes he led her down an alley. There were several men coming in and out or just milling around in an entranceway. Ben handed a short Mexican man twenty dollars and led Scully into the darkened bar. She noticed immediately that she was the only woman in the place but it was just an observation, she wasn't frightened. Several men were sitting at small round tables and a large group was standing to one side of the small stage. Ben grabbed them a small table in a dark corner near the stage would get a good view but wouldn't much be in view of the other patrons. Two women appeared on the stage and began to undress one another. Scully felt a little confused and disappointed. She had never been attracted to women herself and these women weren't very attractive to begin with. Not to mention that she wasn't really a fan of the X-rated arts. She realized also that Ben was watching her again, more than he was watching the show. Looking for some reaction from her. She glanced around the room, it was dark but she was pretty sure some of the men at the tables were already touching themselves. She looked back at the stage. One of the women was rubbing herself as she watched the other put on a strap-on penis. She gasped and Ben grabbed her hand and pulled her onto his lap. Her back was to him but she could feel his erection pressing against her bottom. His hand went instantly to her crotch and he began to kneed at her through her jeans. She threw her head back and he caught her neck with his teeth. She knew that he could probably feel her wetness and the thought turned her on. "Let's get out of here-" she whispered before she caught his mouth in a long, hard kiss. Not wanting to risk losing her nerve on the ride between Tijuana and the Lodge Scully instructed the driver to stop at the first motel she saw. It was probably the seediest looking dive she'd ever laid eyes on but it would do. She threw a credit card at the desk clerk and Ben did not argue. This was no time to haggle over finances. Her hands shook as she turned the key in the lock and as soon as she turned the knob he pushed her inside from behind. The door slammed behind them and he grabbed her. He began grinding into her leg, pulling her jacket off, fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. She turned to face him and grabbed his T-Shirt at the neck and ripped Both of them began to laugh. He tore the rest of the shirt off and ripped at the belt of his khakis. "Get your pants off," he demanded. She sat at the edge of the bed and pulled her shoes off as quickly as she could. She stood and wiggled out of her jeans. While she was doing this he had removed his own shoes but still had the khakis on. He was rubbing himself through the fabric with the palm of his hand as he watched her remove her panties. "You're beautiful." He stepped toward her and kissed her once tenderly. Then the time to be tender was over. He took the same palm that had been rubbing his crotch and pushed her to the bed. "Touch yourself. Show me what you like." Before she knew what she was doing Scully had slid her hand down into her moistness. She dipped her fingers inside to wet them. She was surprisingly swollen. It had been awhile even since she had done this and it took her a minute to know her own body again. She worked in long slow circles. He had finally dropped his pants and she saw his long smooth cock bobbing at the foot of the bed. He took it in his hand and began to pump slowly in rhythm with her. "The isn't enough," she said hoarsely. "I need more." With that he fell on top of her and buried his face in her breasts. He nipped and bit at them before trailing his tongue down the length of her belly. Then his mouth came down hard on her sex and he began to suck at her. He slid a finger inside of her and then another. His hand was pounding in and out of her as his tongue lapped at her. Suddenly the small woman pushed him over and mounted his face backwards. He was smothering in her juices when he felt her mouth close around his penis. "Oh Jesus" he moaned but it was unintelligible. He resumed his work with such enthusiasm that it wasn't long before she came right there on his face. Scully wasn't much of a head woman. She had always found it a little degrading. But she was thoroughly enjoying the act for once. This young man had no idea what he was doing for her. Not just the sex, but the freedom he was giving her-even if for only the night. She bobbed up and down until he exploded inside her mouth. She swallowed every ounce of his seed. They were face to face now. He gently kissed the tip of her nose and then she playfully bit his. "Thank you," she whispered. "No, thank you." No, thank you," she said again and laughed. "I don't get out much-it's been awhile," she admitted. "Sure couldn't tell," he said and then fissed her full on the mouth. She should have been spent but she felt strangely energetic. She continued to pull on his organ and squeeze his scrotum until he was hard again. "Do you have a condom?" Without answering he rolled off the bed and grabbed his pants. He reached in the pocket and pulled out a handful. "I grabbed these out of the machine back at Brews and Cues. Took a chance I might get lucky, " he grinned. "Was I that obvious?" He jumped back on the bed and pulled at the wrapper. "Here, let me, I'm a doctor." She directed him to lie on his back. She slid the condom down on his cock with precision. She may not have sex much, but she was good with the latex. Then she began to nip at his nipples. She ran her tongue over then scar that ran along his shoulder blade, presumably from when he had been shot in Bosnia. He reached for her to guide her to his cock but she grabbed his hands and held them tightly together. She looked him in the eye to let him know that she was in control. She dragged her wet self across his stomach, up and down, teasing him. "Dana," he drawled. "Now," she answered and pushed herself down on him. She lingered there for a moment, getting used to the feel of him. Then she began to move- slowly at first, staring at his face, his chest. He reached up and began to rub her nipple with his thumb. As he did this she increased the intensity of the fucking and reached down with her own hand to hasten her climax. He felt her begin to tighten and quickly pulled her off of him. "Not yet." He bent her over dresser and entered her from behind. "Nice tattoo," he rasped. The dresser was equipped with a mirror and in it she could see him behind her. His face contorting with each thrust. "Harder-must be harder-.want to come-" Scully didn't recognize the voice but she was pretty sure it had come from her. He reached around and began to rub at her. "Oh Christ Dana," he yelled. "I'm gonna come-" And with that they both exploded. She had a great week. She visited with Tara - they went shopping and prepared a special dinner for Bill together. She played with Matthew- he was an amazing little person and she found herself not aching for what she was missing but just enjoying what she had. She spent time with Bill. They got along well, he didn't complain much about the choices she was making with her life. He was surprisingly easy to get along with for once. Some days she kept for herself, relaxing, thinking about Emily, almost finding peace. And there was Ben. Each night ended in his arms. The sex was phenomenal, sometimes rough and nasty, other times gentle and slow. They knew there was nothing beyond that, they had nothing else in common really. It was a fling and it was fun and it was just want the doctor ordered. For a little while there she even felt normal again. And that my friends, is how Scully got her groove back. #### I did a little research to make sure the "How Scully Got Her Groove Back" title had not already been used. As far as I know it hasn't. There is an old thread on Deja News with that title but it is about title for a Fight The Future sequel and not a fanfic so hopefully I haven't stepped on anybody's toes!