Chapter One:

She was almost out of breath after running up four flights of stairs. The wolf was gaining on them and none of the rooms they had passed even had doors to shut it out. The whole building was set to be torn down soon.

"Scully!" Mulder was ahead of her and had found a closet door. He held it open and all but pushed her in following her and slamming the door shut behind them.

"Mulder… is there a handle on the inside?" She whispered and turned around to face him. He turned around and she heard his hand running over the door and felt him stretch to check the top and bottom of the door. She could feel his every move as the lack of space meant his body was pressed against hers. It felt incredibly strange and she tried not to enjoy it – she really should be more concerned about the wolf chasing them. Mulder of course believed it was a werewolf considering their guns had oddly disappeared at some point during the search downstairs. Mulder turned around and her eyes widened in surprise as she felt something hard against her stomach.

"No handle." He told her, his voice rough.

"Uh Mulder… I hope that's a flashlight in your pocket." She joked in a nervous whisper. She shuffled her feet trying to find space to get away from him but her partner suddenly grabbed her shoulders.

"Hold still," he told her. She assumed he had heard the wolf so she held her breath and strained her ears. Instead he turned around. "Never mind, that doesn't help." She was confused.

"Doesn't help what?" She asked.

"Not a flash light Scully," he said in that same rough voice. Embarrassed she tried pushing herself further into the closet but again couldn't move anywhere. Her arms touched the sides of the closet and her back touched the rear of it. The front of the closet - closest to the door seemed to have a bit more space otherwise there was no way Mulder would even fit in here.

"Oh," her voice came out like a squeak.

"Sorry," he told her struggling to turn around again. It was her turn to hold him still.

"I'd rather you didn't turn around," she told him nervously. They didn't speak for a while and she tried to remain still but her legs were starting to get stiff standing in the same position so she stood on one foot and then another to get her blood moving. Mulder had his ear pressed to the door every minute or so to see if he could hear the wolf but so far he hadn't heard a thing. She dreaded to think how they would get out of here since their cell phones had mysteriously disappeared along with their guns.

"You okay back there Scully?" He asked, as though she were miles behind him.

"Yes," she answered quietly. "Are you?"

"Still struggling a little." He let out a quiet laugh. "Having you pressed up against me is not helping."

"It's not like I can do anything about it!" She hissed back at him. "I mean…" She blushed. "I mean that I can't move out of your way." She realized she was digging herself a hole and felt Mulder's body begin to shake with silent laughter. She poked him in the back with her finger angrily. "It's not funny!"

"It is to me." He told her, but managed to stop laughing.

"Typical male," she muttered grumpily.

"This has never happened to me before," he sighed. "If you weren't…. you…. There wouldn't even be this problem." She wasn't sure what he meant so she didn't bother answering. She was wracking her brain to figure a way out.

"How are we going to get out of here?" He turned to her and this time she just let him. There wasn't much they could do about his problem.

"I'm not sure Scully, Skinner knows we are due back this afternoon. He should be able to track our phones so long as the wolf doesn't change back and switch them off." His hands rested on her hips his back against the door and hers against the rear wall trying to keep as much distance between them as they could. She wasn't sure what to do with her hands and they hung awkwardly at her sides. She had to admit being in such close proximity to Mulder wasn't doing her much good either. Every time he moved and she felt him hard against her it sent a tingle down her spine… And eventually she realized she was getting rather wet and felt another blush rise to her cheeks. At least he couldn't see her in the dark, or feel how wet she was.

"My legs are cramping," she didn't know how long they had been in there for but she was now aware of his smell, of his every movement, every breath and she could swear she could even hear his heart beat. The dark seemed to make her ultra-aware of her surroundings. She was actually so wet it was becoming uncomfortable and her brain seemed to only return to the thought of sex. She supposed she should be thankful as instead of having a serious case of claustrophobia she just had the uncomfortable issue of being incredibly aroused.

"Hold onto my shoulders," he told her. "I'll lift you up as moving your legs will help." She cautiously raised her arms and put them on his shoulders tentatively. He reached up and moved her hands so they were wrapped behind his neck. "I'm going to lift you Scully. Hold on." She did and suddenly felt his hands on her rear holding her up. She somehow found space on either side of Mulder, her knees probably digging painfully into his sides. "Ok," he grunted. "Putting you down now." He squeezed her ass his fingers sliding a little too far forward and sending a jolt of fire though her. That sneaky bastard. She managed to stand without her legs giving out – not that she had anywhere to go – and hit him lightly on the chest.

"Mulder," she warned.

"I know you are just as aroused as me." He told her. "I can hear you breathing," he said – clearly trying not to laugh.

"I'm just scared, I want to get out of here." It was only partly a lie. She wasn't scared, but she did want to get out of here.

"I can feel how wet you are." He pressed himself against her and she sucked in a deep breath.

"Mulder," she said again. "It's not even possible in here." She gulped loudly.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Mulder!"

"Stop saying my name like that." He reached up and somehow in the dark managed to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"We can't. We are partners." She told him sternly – at the same time trying to convince herself. Was it possible? Would it give them the release they needed?

"Awh, Scully. You're ruining my fun." His hand slipped down and cupped her breast and she slapped it away.

"Sexual harassment much," she grumbled. But oh it had felt so good having his hand there. His hands reached up again cupping her face.

"Do you really want me to stop, Dana?" She shook her head in his hands and tilted her face up.

TBC…