A/N: Just so you guys know, this is another rated M chapter for some language and some adult content, Good Times!

Aliceville, AL

9:37pm

Mulder got out of the car and walked around to open the door for Scully, although she had already opened it for herself. So much for being a gentleman, he thought sourly to himself. Mulder checked the two in at the small motel then went back to the car to grab their bags.

Scully took her bag from Mulder and made her way to her room. She said good night and retired. Mulder was left standing alone. He gingerly made his way to his motel room which was subsequently right next to Scully's. He thrust himself on the bed and groaned. Every emotion he had felt all day had come bubbling to the surface. Why couldn't she just talk about it? Not talking about it was eating him alive. He grabbed the remote and watched the useless junk on TV. Pulling out a bottle of vodka, he untwisted the cap. He brought it along knowing he would need it. Mulder drank away. After about an hour, he slowly dragged himself up from the bed and he made his way to the door.

Scully set her bag down at once and slumped into the chair by the window. God, why did Mulder have to pester her about everything? Why couldn't he just pretend it didn't happen and go back to the way they were? Standing up she made her way to the bathroom, maybe a bath would help calm her nerves.
Mulder made his way over to the ice machines. Walking back to the room, he noticed a woman had just exited her room and made eye contact with him. She winked as he walked by. He smiled at her out of common courtesy. Grabbing the door handle, he felt a presence near him and turned around. The woman was staring at him from a few feet away.

"Hi." She purred as she playfully pulled at her top.

"Um, hi." He said cautiously. He was feeling the affects of his alcohol by this point and just wanted to get away.

"So your not from here either, I take it?" She questioned.

He shook his head, "Washington D.C."

"New York."

He smiled again, desperately wanting to get inside, "Well it was nice meeting you, miss, um…"

"Nicole, are you here alone?" Her eyes wandering towards his room.

"Um, actually I am here with my partner." He tried to inch away from her as she inched closer.

"Really, what kind of partner?" She licked her lips.

Mulder moved a bit farther away but it was no use, she had him cornered, "My work partner. I work for the F.B.I." Hoping she would get the hint.

She didn't, "Oh I like a man in uniform." She pressed herself up against him, and locked lips with him, pushing the two into his motel room. He tried to speak but it was a bit hard with a woman linked to them. She walked him towards the bed where she pushed him down. Dizziness overcame him; he fell to the bed.

Scully walked out of her bathroom, drying her hair. As she grabbed the remote, she heard a large knocking from the other side. Mulder's side. She turned and listened.
The woman kicked her shoes off as she hovered above Mulder who tried to speak again with her. She wouldn't have it. She ground her hips into his. Mulder tried to get up but the woman was quite forceful. She pulled her shirt off and ground even harder. Everything was getting dizzy and disoriented; Mulder tried to get up but to no avail.
Scully heard knocks coming from Mulder's room. Like the bed was… Oh God! He wasn't. He couldn't. Tears were already forming at her eyes.
Slipping her tongue down his throat, she moved her hands down to the nether regions. Mulder nearly jumped out of his skin at her boldness. He couldn't help but feel her touch and it sent a wake up call. She then unsnapped her bra as she pulled her lips from his. Her chest was bare and exposed. Mulder closed his eyes as he got up from the bed quickly.

"Miss….Nicole, I think you should really go, please?" He said as he tried to make his way to the door without opening his eyes. She got up and playfully pushed him into the chair by the window. Trying not to open his eyes, he felt her push at him. Mulder opened his eyes and turned away quickly, "Miss…please.."

She just smiled lustfully before unzipping his pants and reaching in. Mulder gasped at her, "Nicole!" He cried out at a slightly higher octave. She caressed him slowly, Mulder being a man, relaxed for a moments time and moaned out as she went on. For a split second he actually thought about letting it happen. She was making this hard to say no to just like Scully had done. Scully! Oh god, she was in the next room. He stood up quickly knocking Nicole to the floor. He dressed and composed himself and ushered her out of the room.

She grabbed him and kissed him forcefully one more time before he pulled her away, "Thank you Nicole but I really need to be going now." At those words he heard a slam. It was Scully's door. Oh crap!

Scully sat in her room listening to the creaks and movements when she heard the sounds move towards the front of the room. As she sat on her bed listening, tears slipped down her cheeks. There he was that night with her, saying he loved her and now he was in there living it up with a tramp. She then heard an familiar voice, moan out. Cupping her hand to her face she closed her eyes tightly. Why didn't motels invest in thicker walls? Then she heard silence. Scully got up and walked towards the door. She unlatched it and peered out. Just then she saw a small petite blonde being ushered out of Mulder's room. She grabbed him and kissed him. Scully's jaw dropped open. He thanked her for a lovely time; she slammed the door quickly and made her way to the bed where she sat down and curled up crying.
Mulder closed his door quickly and pushed the woman out of the way and rushed over to Scully's room.

"Scully, open up!" He cried out pounding at her door.

"Go away, Mulder!" She sobbed.

He wouldn't, "Listen Scully, it's not what you think! You have to let me in!"

"No Mulder I don't. Now go away!"

"Scully, please?" He begged. She just turned and curled up more.

Mulder dug in his pocket and grabbed the spare key he got for her room and unlocked the door. He walked in. Scully turned around and stared at his disheveled appearance. She then got and walked forcefully up to him.

"Mulder get out or so help me god!" He firmly grabbed her wrists.

"Or you'll what?" He asked in a fit of anger.

"Let go of me!" She writhed and wiggled to get free. Not making any luck and her anger rising she kicked Mulder in the shin. He immediately let go and grabbed his leg.

"God damnit, Scully!" Limping his way to the bed, he slumped to the bed, defeated.

She was curled up again, facing the opposite direction of Mulder. He moved up the her side and touched her shoulder, "Scully, please…let me explain."

"You have my undivided attention, Mulder." She mumbled out from under her pillow still fuming.

"Thank you," he replied dryly, "I was trying to tell you that nothing happened."

She snorted in disgust through a tear stained face.

Exasperated, Mulder went on, "I'm telling you the truth. I got up to go to the ice machine and she followed me to my room where she um…groped me. I made her leave, that's it."

Scully turned to face him, her face growing red, "Are you drunk, Mulder!" The smell of alcohol penetrated her nostrils. She jumped from the bed, "Am I supposed to believe that?

"Scu…"

"How dense do you think I am? Just leave Mulder."

"Just listen to me, Scully. I may be drunk but I would never intentionally hurt you."

At those words, Scully blew up, "Oh that's a riot, Mulder! I'm glad that you didn't intentionally hurt me when you fucked me! You know what, Mulder? The next time you feel like a good time, don't involve me!" She pointed toward the door.

At this, anger bubbled up in Mulder. He had never been this anger at her ever. In a moments notice, he had grabbed her by the shoulders and pinned her to the wall. She glared at him as he spoke, "That's what this is about? How dare you, Dana Scully! After all these years? That's what you've cheapened this relationship to? You must be that dense! After all that we've been through, you think that was about , as you so eloquently put it, a good fuck? FINE! You think that!" Tears were forming in his hazel eyes, "I would have never said that I loved you unless I meant it." His voice cracked. Mulder let go of her. He searched her eyes for any sign of compassion, but after finding none. He turned and paced quickly before turning towards the door. As he pulled it open, he spoke, "I just thought that was my last and only chance to be with you." Without another word, he left.

Still pressed against the wall in shock, Scully brought her hands up to her face in despair. Sliding to the floor, she crumpled into a sobbing mess. She stayed like that for half the night.

Mulder slammed his door shut and collapsed in to the chair. And for the first time since, Scully's cancer, Mulder wept.

TBC...