From: gillianinchains@yahoo.com   
      
   Love in an Elevator   
   author: gillianinchains   
   rating: NC-17 all day, bit**es   
   spoilers: tiny one for "Never Again" alternating M&S   
   POV   
   summary and the disclaimer:  these characters do not   
   belong to me, they are the property of Chris Carter   
   and I know   
   everyone knows this by now, donotsuemebitches! I ain't   
   got shit, nohow. Basically, I figured that Mulder and   
   Scully   
   did this around Season 7, where a crashing of bodies   
   is always fully palpable. On with the show.   
      
   Saturday   10:30 p.m.   
   Northwestern Warehouse Building   
   Washington, D.C.   
      
   	I think we've been sent on a wild goose chase. Mulder   
   had recieved one of his numerous anonymous e-mails   
   again; this one alluding us to this warehouse   
   office/studio building on a tip about doctors   
   performing experiments on   
   alien/human hybrid embryos.   
   	So far, I've only seen a few empty offices and heard   
   the strains of a few local bands who have studio space   
   in   
   the building. We did run into a few of the musicians a   
   couple minutes ago; some attractive young men with mod   
   haircuts   
   from a band called Madrid. The bassist garnered an   
   interest in me and gave me his phone number, but   
   really didn't have   
   any information pertaining to the case. They had no   
   idea of any sort of Doctor's offices or laboratories   
   inside this   
   building, they told us.   
   	I have to admit, I don't appear very FBI today. It's   
   mid-July, and a crackin' ninety degrees at that. Plus,   
   it's a   
   Saturday, my day off actually, so instead of showing   
   up in my usual business suits, I came in my short   
   brown floral   
   thin cotton sundress, one of the only bearable   
   articles of clothing that I have in heat like this. I   
   would have changed,   
   but Mulder urged me to show up here immediately, so   
   now I'm stuck getting hit on by a cute bassist while   
   I'm just   
   trying to focus on my task at hand.   
   	Mulder tugs on my arm, " Scully, I think we need to   
   secure the back perimeter of the uh, building." he   
   says,   
   shooting cute-bassist a look as he  breaks up our   
   conversation about where Madrid is playing out next.   
   	"I should get back to rehearsal anyway." Cute-bassist   
   says, "Give me a call, Dana?"   
   	I nod as Mulder pulls me away, "Sure."   
   	We make our way down the hallway. Mulder's also   
   wearing weekend attire, the day-off jeans and a   
   t-shirt   
   combo. He's glowing a bit from sweat, there's no   
   central air in this building and it's plenty hot in   
   here. God, he looks   
   good. I'm my usual half-step behind him, perfect for   
   checking out his ass. I really just want to reach out   
   and grab it some   
   times. Yeah, I want my partner; in the worst way,   
   really. The attraction has always been there, but I   
   *had* figured if I   
   didn't act on it, it would go away, therefore keeping   
   our professional relationship intact.   
   	That theory turned out to be wrong, of course.   
   	Instead, the attraction just keeps growing, and I   
   can't even fantasize about anyone but him anymore. I   
   couldn't   
   fuck another man if I tried. I *did* try, actually, a   
   couple years ago, but because of my body's obsession   
   with Mulder, he   
   ended up sleeping on the couch,(and trying to kill me,   
   whacked out on hallucinogens) and the sexual tension   
   has just   
   kept on building. There's not a thing I can do about   
   it, because he's done nothing overt enough to show me   
   that *he*   
   wants me, and I am determined not to make a fool of   
   myself.   
   		   
   ****************************************************   
   	I am a man with overloaded senses and a jealousy   
   complex. Thank goodness I get Scully away from "Isaac/   
   Bass Guitar" before I put a bullet in his knee. You   
   can't get accused of attempted murder if you aim below   
   the belt.   
   	I didn't really want to kill the guy, anyway. Just   
   warn him to stay the hell away from *my* Scully,   
   that's   
   all. What can I say? I'm a territorial beast. Sue me.   
   	Not that I blame "Isaac/Bass Guitar" for hitting on   
   her. My dick got hard the second I laid eyes on her   
   tonight.   
   She's wearing this little nothing of a sundress, and   
   all the glistening expanse of Scullyskin has gotten to   
   me. It's one hot   
   mother of a day today, and she has this thin sheen of   
   sweat coating her arms, chest, back of her neck,   
   thighs...   
   anyway, not important. What is important and what   
   *has* gotten my goat, however, was that Scully took   
   his number.   
   	She's not supposed to flirt with other men. Doesn't   
   she know that?   
   	I'm glad she's walking behind me right now, because I   
   still do have a purpose here tonight, and just looking   
      
   at her at this point muddles my thoughts. Plus, I'm   
   hope she didn't notice my erection, which is   
   thankfully dying down,   
   but I keep a pace or to ahead to keep it out of her   
   eyeline.   
   	"I don't think it's on this floor, Mulder." Scully   
   says in that voice that forces my dick to stand back   
   up at   
   attention. "We're at the end of the hallway."   
   	"What's through these doors, then?" I querie,   
   jiggling the handle of said doors, strategically   
   censoring the   
   unit as I keep my back to her.   
   	"Probably a back stairwell?" she answers my question   
   with her question at the same time I turn the handle   
   and the door opens.   
   	Well, Scully *was* right. We've found the back   
   stairwell and a do-it-yourself, old fashioned freight   
   elevator.   
   	"Do you wanna save our strength and try out the   
   freight elevator?" I ask her, finally turning around   
   to look   
   at her.   
   	Oh, bad move. She's got her arms stretched out over   
   her head in an attempt to stretch out her back   
   muscles,   
   and her action has raised the hemline of her dress to   
   almost the bottom swell of her ass. Scully halts her   
   stretch as soon   
   as I face her, though, and answers me, "Sure. Beats   
   the hell out of traversing many flights of stairs in   
   this heat. I can   
   barely think."   
   	We enter the elevator, close the gate and doors, and   
   I begin to push the lever up, "So, you gonna call him,   
      
   Scully?"   
   	I admit my tone betrayed me just now, but I just had   
   a perverse thought of her with "Isaac/Bass Guitar",   
   and   
   brought on by the heat and her proximity, I'm   
   increasingly incensed.   
   	"He's cute, huh?" she dares to ask my opinion.   
   	"I think he had a little more than just an overbite,   
   Scully." I snort.   
   	   
   **************************************************************   
   	"Why do you care, anyway?" I shoot back.   
   	Mulder had just begun to piss me off. He has no right   
   to question me about other men, and until he actually   
   shows some ownership, playing Jealous Mulder does   
   nothing more than anger me.   
   	"I came here to work, not watch you make eyes with a   
   throwback from Oasis." Mulder grumbles at me.   
   	Red Alert! Now I'm hot and close to furious, "Excuse   
   me? Did you forget that it's Saturday? I am not on the   
      
   clock, and neither are you. The last I checked, that   
   translates into me sacrificing my free time for *you*.   
   Maybe, maybe   
   I should just go back to the first floor, find   
   Madrid's practice space and the cute bassist, and   
   ditch *your* ungrateful ass   
   for once." I fume, my voice harsh and low.   
   	Mulder stops the elevator, bringing the lever center   
   in such an abrupt way the whole thing jerks and throws   
   me   
   a little off-balance. I grip the wall railing for   
   support.   
   	"Fine, I'll bring you to the first floor and you can   
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)