The Wrappers

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Chapter 4 by Anarchy X-Phile

The case was turning out to be a bust but Scully was refusing to let go. He understood why, a woman claiming to be a rape victim is an allegation not to be taken lightly. But there had been numerous law enforcement investigations and, other than the wounds, there was simply no evidence to back her story up. The video surveillance system hadn't caught anything and no one could substantiate her claim that she had cried out for help for over an hour. No one saw anything, no one heard anything.

So now, Mulder was standing in Scully's hotel room arguing with her. Again. They had interviewed the two nurses that found the victim and neither of them had noticed anything unusual the night of the incident. Of course, those two nurses had also been making out in a supply closet at the time of the attack and, for this reason, Scully was discrediting their entire testimony. She could still hear the male nurse's voice in her head. "I don't recall anything odd that night. And I'm sure I didn't hear her screaming."

"Scully, he gave us a full account of the incident."

"Mulder. The man's tongue was down a nurse's throat, his inhibitions were lowered and any details he did or did not see can't be summed up as the 'full account of the incident.' An elephant could have been on the other side of the room and he wouldn't be able to recall the event."

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. A man is fully capable of observing his surroundings, despite where his tongue is."

Her eyebrow arched as she stared up at him. She had a passing thought that she should shock him rather than merely disagree with him-and her idea would most certainly shock him. They would be breaking about eleven Bureau regulations-but they broke rules all the time...what was the harm in breaking a few more?

She smiled an evil, half smile when she decided to do it; the smile had the contradicting effecting of turning Mulder on despite how truly villainous it looked.

"Really?" she asked with a challenging tone in her voice as she cocked her head sideways; Mulder's eyes squinted in scrutiny as he stared at her; she sounded like she knew something he didn't, like she was about to crack his theory wide open and leave it riddled with holes. She grabbed his hand and forced his palm open; he gave her a curious look and then nearly swallowed his tongue when she placed his palm on her breast. His fingers instantly curving to cup her, his thumb moving automatically to where he knew her nipple would be. His cock was rock hard about a second later.

She nearly moaned just from that first contact alone. They had never been this close, this intimate, yet his thumb knew exactly where to move. His hands were so large and his fingers spread out so that he could envelope her entire breast, his eyes grew dark as he stared down the neck of her blouse. She momentarily felt annoyed with herself for not wearing a sexy bra today, but then he stepped closer to her and she felt his chest expand and fall with every deep breath he took, and all her annoyances melted away. How could him breathing turn her on?

Once the initial shock wore off, she felt his free arm begin winding around her waist and she knew that her little stunt had gotten out of hand.

She should stop him.

Really, she should.

And she would.

In about 10 minutes.

She lifted her arms and let one hand tuck under his suit jacket and rest on his chest, her palm flat and pressed against his nipple, while her other hand moved up his chest, along his neck, and then slid into his hair. God he loved Scully's nails-the way their sharp edges scraped against his scalp was almost as good as having his hand on her breast. Almost-but not quite. She cupped her hand around the back of his neck and began pulling his head lower as she rocked up onto her tiptoes.

He was so excited that he wasn't the least bit disappointed when she pressed her lips against his ear instead of his mouth. It was Dana Scully's lips for Christ's sake-having them touch any part of his body was heaven enough! She released a slow, drawn-out puff of warm air against his ear and then began talking to him, letting her lips barely brush the outer shell of his ear as she whispered to him.

What naughty and wonderful things would she say to him? Would she admit that he turns her on? Would she beg him to hold her closer? Ask for a kiss? Would she tell him to take her to bed? His mind was going absolutely insane wondering what she would say that he nearly missed what she actually said.

"What color is the carpet?" She asked, willing her body not to respond to his touch, forcing herself not to notice the way his warmth made her nipples tingle or the way her panties were beginning to grow damp.

"Carpet?" He gulped as he tried to wrap his head around what just happened. She felt so good, her back arching slightly to press herself fully into his palm; his thumb was aching to rub against her nipple. Didn't she ask him a question? Shouldn't he be giving her some sort of answer? But God, her breast felt sooo good. He gently squeezed her, so gently he could deny it ever happened if she was to call him out on it. But she wasn't calling him out. She was shuffling closer to him-just a little, like she was scared he'd call her out on it. He'd call her many things-sexy, beautiful, fuckable-but he'd never call her out for any kind of sexual gesture. Ever.

"Yes, Mulder. What color is the carpet?" His brain short-circuited. Her voice was low and sultry, filled with hidden meanings that implored him to carry her to the nearest bed and make love to her until the sun came up.

"Are you asking...me if the carpet...matches the drapes?" He panted, lowering his head until his eyes were focused solely on the swells of her breasts. There was no point in hiding his arousal, it would soon be tapping her on the stomach and asking for a place to sleep for the night. "Because I know it does."

"The room carpet, Mmmulder." She purred, her lips tilting into a smile and she felt the shiver course through his body. She really was being cruel, but she was proving her point perfectly. He could barely string together two words, much less give her a 'full account' of the room around them.

"How about the drapes, then?" She asked when it became obvious that he wasn't going to answer her. Instead of giving her a verbal answer, his hand drop from her lower back to her ass, tugging her forward and pressing her against his groin, adding a slightly grinding motion against her hips that drove her absolutely mad. She whimpered and then let her tongue slip nervously along her bottom lip; she honestly hadn't meant to, but Mulder chose that exact moment to lower his head closer to her and her tongue skidded across his earlobe.

"My God, Scully," he groaned as hauled her up against his chest, angling his upper body just enough to keep his hand on her breast. She was panting now and the constant rush of air against his ear and neck was sending an endless pulse of shivers coursing up and down his spine.

She felt him begin pushing her backwards and she stumbled as she tried to keep herself plastered to his body; he caught her and then tightened his hold on her ass as he took another step forward until he could press her back against the wall. She grunted as he pressed his body against hers again and, with the wall helping him now, he lifted her feet off the ground so that she either had to trust him with her weight or stand on her tiptoes.

She wanted to kiss him. God, she had never wanted anything more in her life. He had such beautiful, pouty lips and right now she wanted to feel them against her skin. It would probably feel like the best thing in the world. 'Don't do it, Dana,' her self-conscious warned even as she pulled his head down and tilted her head to the side so she could force his lips to land on the side of her neck. Yes. That was the best thing in the world.

She hooked one of her legs around the outside of his leg and the movement had a triple 'wow' affect that nearly made them both cum: one- it tilted her hips up so he could rest his hard-on between her legs; two- it parted her lips and let her clit rub against her damp panties, and just when she thought about the last delicious reason why this was the best position she'd ever been in, he rotated his hips gently against hers and she was hit with the most earth shattering orgasm she'd ever had.

Her fingers clenched and pulled at his hair while her other hand buried itself in the fabric of his dress shirt and threaten to tear holes in it. She clamped her mouth shut and let the tremors take over her body and soul as she closed her eyes and held onto Mulder like he was the only thing keeping her planted on the ground-and she didn't dare let go.

"Scully," he whispered in her ear; she whimpered softly and tightened her hold on him-the movement of his lips against her ear was too much stimulation and prolonged the orgasm until she thought she would die if she didn't start breathing again. She buried her face into his shoulder and stayed there until she regained control over her body. When it was over, her arms felt heavy and they slipped down to rest on either side of his hips.

He knew he was staring at her with the most confused look on his face but he was pretty fucking sure she had just had an orgasm before they had even kissed. He hadn't even had time to move his hands yet-one was still cupping her through her bra (EXACTLY where she'd put it two minutes ago) and his other hand was still groping her ass. Hell, they hadn't even looked at each other since she put his hand on her breast.

So much for the next time being personal. Hell, this was about as impersonal as it could possibly get.

But God help him, this had been the best sexual experience of his entire life.