Title:   Elevator Resolutions (1/1)
Author:  Kimogen
E-Mail:  kimogen5@hotmail.com
Category: MSR
Rating:  NC-17, I'd be afraid if it wasn't
Archive: I'd be honoured, just keep my name on it.
Disclaimer:  Not mine, just thought it was about time.
Spoilers: None really.

Summary: Just sex. Angry sex.

Author's Note: My name is Kim and I'm a ficaholic. Feedback will be
much appreciated.  

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Marriott Hotel
Chicago, Illinois.
21:30
Friday

Dana Scully was not a woman prone to drinking.
In fact, the only reason she was now perched on a stool too high for
her to reach the floor, sipping on her third margarita, was a blazing
row with her partner.
The whole week had been harrowing. A grizzly murder and the
opportunity to get up close and personal with the killer had left her
feeling drained and on edge when she had returned to the hotel.
Mulder's accusing silence throughout the car journey hadn't helped her
mood and she had been only too willing to pick a fight with him.
Scully always preferred to shout at him than actually share her
feelings. It was easy to blame a man so keen to accept guilt. Leaving
the car, sickness had settled in her stomach.
It was a good thing that he had locked himself in his room for the
evening. She was tempted to take her gun to him. The row had been
possibly their most severe to date. They'd both said things they would
regret in the morning.
She shrugged and added the fourth margarita she was ordering to her
list of things to regret the following day.

Scully was glad of the crowd that filled the bar. The noisy atmosphere
was helping to drown out the sound of her own depressive thoughts. The
trio of attentive men around her was also doing something for her ego.
She knew she was acting ridiculously out of character, but she didn't
care. She needed to shake off the prim and proper Special Agent
persona for a few hours. Surely she was entitled to that much. Scully
leaned forward for a light, wondering what Mulder would think of her
if he could see her now. She inhaled the smoke, feeling the burn and
fighting the urge to cough. She knew she was being childish, but she
was as unable to explain herself as she was to stop.

The salt around the rim of the margarita glass made her cringe as she
realised that she'd forgotten to order it without. She cursed quietly
and wiped at her lips with a napkin, repeating the motion on the
glass, being careful not to let any of the offending matter fall into
the liquid.
Scully couldn't help but wonder if Mulder had ever rowed with Diana
Fowley the way they had fought earlier.
She wondered if he had ever called Diana a bitch.
At that thought, she wasn't sure that the bitter taste in her mouth
was entirely from the salt.

Scully looked up from her drink, laughing too loudly at a joke that
wasn't really funny. She felt oddly outside of herself as she watched
an attractive redhead giggling with three men in the mirror behind the
bar, split between two shelves. She hated the superficial image she
saw reflected back to her, knowing it to be false, an illusion created
to ease the tension for a few petty hours.

A familiar figure hovered behind her and she could see that he was
trying to make up his mind as to whether or not he should make his
presence known. Typical. Cowardly bastard.

Mulder stood where he was, four steps behind the little crowd of
businessmen admirers that Scully seemed to have acquired. A deep
breath calmed him enough to suppress the urge to fire a warning shot
into the air. He stood a moment too long and was caught. His heart
sank once again as he realised he had once again relinquished what
little control he may have gained over the situation.

"Fuck off, Mulder"

She didn't even turn around.

The men she was with turned to see who she was speaking to. They
stared at the lanky form that had appeared behind them, wondering who
he was. Scully saw Mulder's eyes widen in surprise at being caught.
She hadn't even turned around. He wasn't used to hearing such 
language
from his partner. Scully was glad she could still shock him. She
wanted to make him disgusted at her, the way she was disgusted at him.
Serve him right. Son of a bitch.

He stood there for a moment, staring down at the floor before he
realised that she was watching him in the mirror. She frowned at his
stupidity. He'd been drinking too. Fox Mulder didn't drink often, and
when he did, he was one stupid fucker. Not that he wasn't most of the
time. God she hated him tonight. Hated him because he was so fucking
brilliant, yet couldn't see what was right in front of his eyes. Hated
him for his lack of social intelligence. He had been the FBI's Golden
Boy such a short time ago. Why couldn't that fantastic brain figure
out what was placed so obviously before him, day after day. If
thigh-high stockings, barely concealed beneath her beautifully
tailored business suit didn't tell him what was going on, what would?

Scully watched as Mulder approached her from behind. She grimaced as
his hand rested upon her shoulder. He was shaking.

"Dana..." Was all his voice managed before she shot him down.

"Scully." She reminded him, "Since when do you call me Dana?"

Her voice was harsh, harsher than she had intended. The wounded look
she hated replaced the apologetic one she resented so much. He shrank
away from her. Scully wondered how such a vast man could appear so
tiny.

Mulder swayed between the urge to run away and the anger that surged
up from a place he hadn't been aware of. Either way, he felt sick from
the mini-bar scotch and the hatred in his partner's eyes made his
stomach reject the punishing liquor. He swallowed hard as acid burned
along his throat and made his eyes water. Then he caught the smug grin
on the faces of the men before him. She was not about to make a fool
of him.


Suddenly his expression changed, becoming angry. He shot a look at the
three men who hovered at his partner's side, causing them to scatter
like startled birds. Scully shot Mulder a look of her own.

"What the hell is going on here anyway?" Mulder sneered and the
implication of his words was obvious. His anger made him suddenly
brave. He was indignant, insulting even. Demanding. Scully slid off
her stool, dropping forty bucks on the bar to pay for her drinks and
stalked away. Mulder followed, fuming now.

Scully managed to evade him all the way to the elevator. She slipped
inside, thankful that it was empty. The doors began to close, offering
twin reflections of herself, slowly sliding together to merge in the
middle. She smoothed down her hair and breathed deeply to calm
herself. She hated that Mulder could cause her to feel like this. Only
he could make her lose her cool.

Just as the doors slid shut, a hand jammed between them, forcing them
apart. Mulder stood framed in the space they left. Scully stared at
him, her expression warning, daring him to step inside. Mulder moved
forward, ready to fight her, knowing that he was in for round two of
their earlier argument and punched the top floor button. They ascended
in silence, their joint reflections duelling, neither blinking nor
looking away. Finally, Mulder spoke.

"I can't believe that you said those things to me. After all we've
been through."
His tone was more than accusing. Scully realised then that he was as
hurt as she was. Seeing this didn't stop her own rage welling up
again.

"Well, if I'm such a BITCH, what did you expect?" She spat out the
word, hating the way it sounded, remembering the tightening in her
stomach when he had yelled it at her only an hour ago. Mulder cringed.

"Well maybe if you didn't shut me out all the time..." 

"Maybe I wouldn't, if you weren't so ready to *replace* me!" She
looked away then, unable to meet his eye. Mulder was confused, his
silence told her as much. He was frowning when she finally dragged her
eyes upwards. "Diana." She whispered the name, feeling its poison
eating away at her. She had hated the woman on sight, even before the
jealousy and hurt had begun to gnaw away at her insides. Just saying
her name made Scully think of the betrayal she felt every time Mulder
chose to blindly trust Diana.

Mulder shook his head slowly, never understanding why his partner
couldn't accept Diana. It made him so angry that Scully locked away
her own heart, never allowing herself to love him, yet denied him to
anyone else with her jealousy. It made him boil inside to think about
her professional demeanour, always masking the woman inside. He 
wanted
to slap her, to shake her and make her realise. She refused to see
what was between them, too frightened to ever admit it, even to
herself.

Scully stood opposite him, watching him silently seethe and wondering
when exactly the explosion was going to come. She was secretly
thrilled by his anger, enjoying that she could evoke such a reaction.
Mulder's unpredictability made her heart pound in her chest as she
watched his fists clench and unclench and the muscle in his jaw
tighten. She knew from previous experience that he was going to go
mad. She wanted to fight with him, wanted to cause a scene in the
hotel corridor. She wanted to hurt him the way he had hurt her. She
*wanted* him to have her transferred off of the X-Files, away from
him. At least then she wouldn't have to deal with his torture day in,
day out.

Mulder saw the flush break out across her throat, framed by the crisp
whiteness of her shirt. He made a decision in that instant. He was
going to force her to admit to it, whether or not she liked it.

She was watching him, watching her. Wondering what he was going to 
do.
What he did do surprised her. He turned his back on her, eyes down to
the ground.

"Whatever." He muttered the word, knowing that it would incense her.

"Mulder!" Scully's voice reached him, her usual soothing alto suddenly
high-pitched and furious. He took her anger as his cue and spun
around, eyes blazing, his own emotion renewed. She gasped, her mouth
falling open as he pushed her back against the wall. Her body bumped
against the cool surface and he pressed her with his chest, pinning
her. Scully's hands flew up to battle with him, trying to shove him
away. He was too strong.

"Get off of me, you bastard!" She shrieked, her voice coming out in a
squeak that she didn't recognise. He sneered, clamping a hand over her
mouth. With the other hand, he reached out and jammed the lift between
floors. She struggled again but he was much too strong.
"Tell me that you don't want this." He grimaced as Scully raked long
fingernails across his skin. He pinned her arms in response. He was
pressing her bodily into the glass, squeezing the air out of her
lungs. Scully stilled beneath him at his words, her breath coming in
short pants.

"Fuck you." She turned her face away, closing her eyes, her body rigid
against him.

"I'd rather fuck you." Mulder took her face in his hand and forced it
towards him. Her eyes opened, staring at him with such venom he was
unsure for a moment. Maybe he had misjudged her. But then he felt the
shiver that ran through her body and he knew she wanted it as badly as
he did. Things could just never be simple between them. Six years of
struggling, it was only fitting that it should all end with a fight.
He covered her mouth with his, forcing her head still with his hand,
the other pinning her arms.

Scully gasped at the heat of his lips, pressed firmly onto hers. She
was utterly helpless, trapped as she was, beneath his hulking muscular
form. But he was right, she did need this as badly as he did. She
softened beneath him, accepting what had become the inevitable.

Mulder realised that his partner had become lax beneath him. He
relinquished his grip slightly, still keeping her pressed firmly under
him, but allowing her room to breath. He pushed his tongue into her
mouth, finding that she was kissing him back. Mulder slid a hand
between them, flicking the catch on her jacket open and sliding a hand
inside. He could feel her hot skin through the cotton of her shirt and
he eagerly sought out her breasts.

Scully moaned into his mouth as his hands smoothed over her rib-cage
then down to grope her ass. Her jacket slipped to the ground,
unnoticed whilst her own hands moved up the muscular torso before her,
finally reaching the hair at the back of his head and entwining her
fingers there. She seemed to be holding on for support as Mulder's
hands slid her skirt upwards, exposing the lace tops of her hold-ups.
He pulled away momentarily, looking down at what his hands had just
uncovered. Scully met his amused look with a raised eyebrow before
pulling his mouth back down to hers. She kissed him hungrily, as
though she had to make up for the momentary break in contact. Mulder's
hands slid further down, pulling her satin underwear down and over her
stockings.

Whilst his hands were taking liberties beneath her wrinkled skirt,
Scully had relieved her partner of his belt. It dropped to the floor
with a metallic clank. Scully gave a small smile against his mouth
before she let out a gasp, her legs buckling slightly beneath his
touch. Mulder held her up with his free hand, the other too busy to be
disturbed.

"Mmm...Mul...Mulder!" Scully stuttered out with effort. His name
blended into the moans that spilled constantly from her throat as her
knees began to collapse and her head tipped back. It was all so fast,
a matter of minutes and she was going to come in his hands.

"Yeah?" Mulder teased, knowing that she would never be able to form a
coherent answer.

"Fuck...Fuck...Oh...Fuck me...Fuck me!" The words finally spilled out
and she grasped his shoulders. She groaned with dismay as his hands
stilled but he quickly unfastened his trousers. Mulder had never been
too sure about the benefits of vertical sex, but was willing to try
anything. Bending his knees, he positioned himself and slid inside her
body, lifting her up as he did. Instinctively, her legs came up around
his hips and Mulder braced them both against the wall. Scully wiggled
impatiently, on the verge of orgasm simply from his entry. She was
tight around him and Mulder was aware of the fact that the whole
sordid affair would be over almost as soon as it started if they
weren't careful.

Using the wall as leverage, Mulder began to lift Scully away from his
body, her weight bringing her back down hard. They cried out in unison
at the bliss. Four, five, six more thrusts and Scully was moaning his
name again. Two more and he was coming inside her, barely able to
stand, prompting yet another shudder from her as she groaned into his
open mouth. Wiping damp hair back from her forehead, Mulder allowed
her to slide down his body.

Once he was sure she was on her feet, Mulder stepped away and
refastened his trousers. There was a long smear on the glass mirrors.
Just as his zipper moved into place, the elevator started with a jolt.
Scully opened her eyes, startled by the motion. Mulder was grinning
widely.

"I haven't forgiven you, you know." She told him bluntly. She brushed
her hair away from her face.

"Bitch." He quirked an eyebrow, knowing that she couldn't stay mad at
him for long. Not after an orgasm like that.

"Fuck you, Mulder." He leaned in to kiss her.

"No, really, Fuck you."

THE END.