Dark Desires for Pain

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Chapter 12 by AnarchyX-Phile

He kissed down her neck and down her cleavage, only allowing his hands a single, hard squeeze when he reached her breasts before he continued moving down her stomach. When he got to the edge of her shirt, he lifted it and began working his way back up, this time letting his tongue occasionally slip out as he kissed her skin.

Her feet were digging into the thin mattress and her hands were pulling at the shoulders of his shirt, pulling it up his back until she could see his tight skin stretched across his muscles. He nibbled at the skin just above her right hip and she hissed, her back arching off the bed for a few seconds before she laid back down and gave him an approving whimper.

When he reached the lower swell of her breast, they both groaned and she sank her nails into his scalp. He lifted his head and looked at her. "...we don't have to answer it..." he said just before the phone rang again.

"Mulder...we should."

"But it could be nothing," he reasoned.

"It could be about the case though."

He looked longingly at her breasts before he sighed and rolled off the bed. "It's yours." He said once he found the ringing phone.

She grabbed it from him and flipped it open. "Scully." Her voice was normal again and she had pulled her shirt back down. He looked down at his tight pants and readjusted himself as he listened to her side of the conversation. When she hung up, she crawled out of bed and stood up, sliding her hair behind her ear. "Get dressed, your monster was just spotted near Pier 16."

She gave him a sad, disappointed look before she grabbed the clothes she had planned to wear tomorrow and started for the bathroom; when she reached the doorway, she paused and turned to face him. "Do you need the bathroom? I mean, I can change out here."

He couldn't help but laughing at her. She was trying so hard not to look at his erection but was failing miserably; her eyes would flicker down his chest but as soon as she got to his lower waist, she'd jerk her eyes back to his face and pretend she hadn't seen anything.

She thought briefly about offering to help him take care of his 'problem' but decided against it, hopefully they would have time to pick up where they left off whenever they got back to the hotel later.

"I'll take the bathroom. I'll be quick." He said as he scooped up his suit and dress shirt and walked past her.

She laughed and then covered her smile with her hand, "oh, I know you will be."

"Oww, that hurt." He said as he pretended to be upset; she just smiled slightly and turned her head away from him. He couldn't resist one final joke, "maybe if I'm really quick, I can get back out here while you're in the middle of changing." He wagged his eyebrows before winking at her, closing the bathroom door just in time to miss getting hit with the damp towel she threw at him.

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Six hours later, they slowly made their way back to the hotel room—completely exhausted and in no mood to do anything other than sleep. The lack of sleep was causing both of them to be irritable and since they were surrounded by strangers, it seemed only natural to lash out at each other whenever their tempers flared up.

The case was technically closed; the 'monster' was assumed dead and the local branch had swept the case under the rug and had all but arrested Mulder when he tried to demand answers from them.

On the drive back to the hotel, Scully had called and reserved two tickets back to DC bright and early the following morning. "You can't blame the detective for denying that he saw anything, Mulder." She reasoned when his anger morphed into road-rage. "He has to work alongside those people every day."

"He saw it, Scully. He should have told the truth."

Ah, and there it was. The truth: the one quest Mulder expected everyone to pursue as adamantly as he did. Scully turned away from him and stared out the window until they were back at the hotel. At some point, he was going to have to accept that not everyone was as willing as she was to throw away their credibility in order to support his wild claims—no matter how much evidence he had to support those claims.

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They were home a total of 47 hours before they were sent out on their next assignment in Comity, New Hampshire after receiving a report concerning a local Satanic cult that may have caused the death of a high school student.

Mulder hadn't touched her since that first night in the hotel and, with each passing day, her frustration built into anger and then turned into embarrassment that she had let him touch her the way he had. They were work partners; he obviously hadn't been serious about wanting a relationship—he had gone out of his way to completely ignore her once they returned to DC.

She just needed to get over it and move on. She forced herself not to think about him at night and, as a result, had gotten very little sleep the past two nights. She knew it was making her short-tempered and Mulder was suffering the brunt of her frustration.

But he wasn't making it any better. He purposely needled her just to get some type of reaction from her; he should have realized that anger was only pushing her away—but when it came to Scully—he had never made the best decisions. Yesterday, he really put his foot in his mouth when he joked that he couldn't afford lunch because he had upgraded his XXX television package.

Scully hadn't thought it was funny. Not in the slightest.

And this road trip was horrible. They fought the entire way, Scully with her nose stuck in the map, telling him to turn right and left while he continued driving straight. He finally told her that she had a terrible sense of direction and wouldn't be able to find her way to the end of the road, much less how to navigate the eight hour trip.

She wadded up the map, threw it in the backseat and turned her upper body completely away from him, facing her body towards the passenger window as she watched him drive in circles trying to find the road he was looking for. After an hour, he finally took the turns Scully had originally told him too and they got back on the right track; by that time, Scully was fast asleep.

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"Hey wake up, Scully," he shouted as he opened her door and grinned when she nearly fell out of her seat. She gave him a horrifyingly evil glare before she unbuckled and got out of the car, stretching her arms over her head and groaning at her stiff muscles.

Mulder was watching her, his lips parted as the bottom of her blouse rode up on her stomach and he caught sight of her creamy white back, her spine arching perfectly when she stretched. He cleared his throat and grabbed their bags out of the car and headed into the motel entrance.

"Mulder, give me my key." She said as she reached out and grabbed her bag out of his hand when he began unlocking his door.

"I just got us the one room, Scully. Tight budget." He said, sounding completely uninterested in the fact that they were going to be sleeping together again.

"Absolutely not—I'm getting my own room."

"What? You can't handle being around me? Does my presence rile you up that much?" he challenged.

"Nothing you do riles me up." She countered as she marched past him and into the room, slamming her suitcase down on the bed and watching it bounce. He smiled confidently as he walked over and slammed his suitcase down on the bed too, ripping it open and getting out a pair of clean boxers before he headed off for the shower, not even offering it to her first.

When he came out of the bathroom thirty minutes later, all the lights were turned off and his suitcase was lying on the floor. She had hung up all her clothes, changed into her pajamas, and claimed her side of the bed. She worked hard to fall asleep before he came out of the bathroom and she barely felt him slide in next to her, putting his hand on her hip and roughly jerking her body against his, nestling her ass against his crotch before he closed his eyes and fell asleep too.

He woke up the next morning to the sound of the shower being turned on; he smoothed his hand across the sheets and felt her spot still warm. He scooted over until he was lying where she had and buried his face in the pillows, breathing in her smell before falling back asleep.

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The day had gone perfectly horrible with Mulder belittling all her suggestions and feeding off all Detective Angela White's outlandish suggestions.

Scully didn't trust anything that woman said. Hell, she probably wasn't even a blonde.

After Scully had wasted her time 'autopsying' the remains of a pet dog named Mr. Tippy, she was beyond furious with Mulder's behavior. He was taking every available chance to ditch her in favor of spending time with Detective White; and, during the rare times they were together, he spent all his time apologizing to Detective White about Scully's behavior because she refused to buy into the paranormal frenzy that was plaguing the entire town.

Scully was on the verge of taking the car and driving back to DC alone, and Mulder was on the verge of letting her. To make matters even worse, the only channel on television was playing "The Sabre Dance" at a deafening volume but he refused to turn it off, rolling his eyes when Scully stormed out of the room.

As soon as she stepped outside, in the cool night air, she took in a deep breath and slowly released it in a poor attempt to sooth her nerves. How could she have believed that she wanted a relationship with the man sitting in that hotel room? All she wanted to do now was murder him. Slowly.

She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a new package of cigarettes; after college, she had promised herself that she'd never smoke again, but to hell with that promise now.

Three cigarettes later, she finally decided that she didn't want to turn into the next Cigarette Smoking Woman, so she started to go back inside. Just before she reached the room, she got a phone call from the local police department about a new murder.

She rushed inside to tell Mulder but as soon as she swung open the door to their room, she stopped short and felt as though someone had punched her right in the stomach, stealing the air from her lungs as her eyes began to sting.

There he was… in their bed…with Detective Fucking White. At the sound of the door crashing open and slamming into the wall behind it, they pulled away from one another, Mulder looking at Scully and giving her the best innocent look he could muster with another woman's body draped over him.

He saw the flash of hurt flicker across her face before she shook her head and looked away from them, mumbling something about another murder, before grabbing the car keys and heading back out the door.

He pushed Detective White off him—none too gently—and went after Scully, grabbing his suit jacket on the way out of the room. When he busted out of the building, he saw her unlocking the driver's door of their rental car; her lips were pursed tightly as she completely avoided looking at him, or the fact that Detective White walked out of the building directly behind him fixing her hair.

He walked up right behind her and put his hand on the edge of the car door, not letting her open it completely. "I'm driving." He said as he tried to nudge her out of the way.

She calmly put the heel of her high heel on top of his shoe and applied as much weight as she could. "No, I'm driving." She said as she shouldered her way into the open door.

He bent down closer to her ear and whispered, "Scully, it's not what you think…" He wanted to explain that he hadn't invited Detective White to their room, that he hadn't wanted her to kiss him. It had just happened all too fast.

She finally turned and faced him completely, her gaze narrowing. "I didn't see anything anyways."

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I know y'all like the steamy chapters, but I've been wanting to write about the Syzgy episode for a while now and thought that this would be the perfect place to add some drama.