The Wrappers
I don't own The X Files or its characters. The X Files is the property of Chris Carter, and is not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only.
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Chapter 1 by AnarchyX-Phile
Mulder felt a cold sweat sweeping down his neck. He shouldn't be here. He had told himself that a dozen times since he had walked through that damned door.
Just turn around and walk out.
Walk out before she sees you.
But that was the problem. He couldn't walk. He couldn't see anything through the anger and fear pumping through his veins. He couldn't feel anything other than his stomach laying on the floor.
Scully. His partner. His friend. He could practically feel her twisting the knife in his back.
He could faintly hear himself breathing, his nostrils flaring wide as they tried to keep up with the amount of air his body was demanding at the moment. If he didn't stop, she was going to hear him from the kitchen and she'd find him here. So he stopped breathing; he wished he could go right on not breathing until the ache in his heart stopped bleeding.
He knelt down onto one knee so he could get a closer look.
Maybe it's not what you're thinking.
Of course it is-it's exactly what it looks like. It doesn't change whether your 10 feet away or 10 inches away.
A condom wrapper is always a condom wrapper. But a condom wrapper in Dana Scully's bedroom trashcan? Well, that was a nightmare.
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It had been 12 hours since he'd discovered "the problem." Yes. In only 12 hours, Mulder had turned an opened condom wrapper into a case file he'd then classified as "the problem." And that was part of the problem with "the problem"... it was only his problem. Scully very obviously didn't have a problem with an opened condom wrapper in her bedroom.
He wadded up a piece of paper and threw it at his fish tank, watching the fish swim away and hide in the little blue and green castle Scully had given him a few months ago. Oh no. His fish would have nothing to do with her. Not now. He stood up from his couch and went over to the tank, dipping his hand in and removing the sanctuary from the watery depths. "No more Dana Scully in this apartment." He muttered as he carried the castle to the front door, opened it and tossed it out, watching it land just on the other side of the threshold with a satisfying bounce before he slammed the door back and locked it.
Oh. What if she comes by and sees it laying out there? She'll know something's wrong and she'll figure out that he's on to her.
He pulled back open the door and picked the castle up, looking at the little toy as through it was the vain of his existence. He just couldn't subject his fish to such an awful thing-so he carried it over to his desk, opened up the middle junk drawer (they were all junk drawers) and shoved it in the back, slamming the drawer shut so hard that it bounced back open.
The anger began bubbling up in his chest again and he glanced at the clock. 6AM. He should probably be getting dressed for work, but the thought of being crammed in a room with her made his fingers clench into tight fists. Well if she could reestablish her sex life, so could he. He grabbed a porn flick from off the floor under his desk and slammed it into the VCR. It wasn't exactly the ideal way to rekindle his love life-much less exciting than Scully's sex life evidently was-but it was a start.
Today was Thursday which meant that he could go out tomorrow and find a woman to go home with. Or, maybe he should bring a woman home with him. That way he could leave a condom wrapper on his coffee table. Maybe even leave two wrappers just for the hell of it. Oh, he'd love to see Scully's face when she saw those.
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Scully sighed and looked at the wall clock. 10:37AM and Mulder still wasn't here. He had seemed fine last night at her apartment; she had made hamburgers and he'd brought a bag of chips. Not romantic, but she always enjoyed their little impromptu evenings together. Last night, he had been more distant than he had ever been with her. He barely said two words to her once they sat down to eat and had immediately left as soon as they finished washing the dishes.
He's tired. We've been working hard. Let him have a morning off.
But it wasn't just the morning. Afternoon came and went, she ate lunch late hoping he'd show up. She even stayed at the office until 7pm in case he decided to come in late. Nothing. She couldn't call him, she had no reason other than the fact that she missed him.
Barely 24 hours and she already missed him.
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A portion of her self-conscious had the decency to appear shocked when she realized that she was standing outside Mulder's apartment instead of her own, though the other part of her wasn't the least bit surpised she'd ended up here instead. She knocked on the door a few times but no one answered. Finally, she twisted open the door and found it unlocked. "Mulder?" She said hesitantly, pushing open the door. Her heart was immediately in her throat. She always feared that she'd walk in and find him hurt and wounded, possibly worse. His knack for finding "anonymous tips" from strangers was going to end up hurting him one day and she didn't want to be the one to find him afterwards.
That was not the case tonight.
No. There he was on his couch, some grainy porno playing in the background. The lights were off but she could tell by the glow of the tv that he was asleep. He was wearing only boxers and his right hand was under the waistband, grabbing himself even in his sleep. She could see a littering of used napkins surrounding the sofa and she immediately felt her anger rise. She'd spent all day worrying about him and he'd spent the day on his couch pleasuring himself.
Her eyes narrowed and she turned on her heel and marched out the door, though taking a spare moment to lock it on her way out.
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After the ten minute drive to her apartment, her anger at the situation had only increased. It was a work day, surely he could keep it in his pants long enough to do his job. She kept her desire in check, he could do the same. He should do the same. She went to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of wine that had been chilling for an inappropriate number of weeks. She actually got an odd amount of satisfaction grinding the corkscrew into the top and ripping out the cork. She grabbed a coffee mug out of the cabinet and poured it full, not even giving it a second to breathe before she drank it in three gulps.
Better.
She refilled the cup and carried it to her bedroom, setting it on the nightstand while she pulled open the bottom drawer and pulled out a new toy she'd gotten recently. She had only used it once so far, but it had proved to give wonderful results. Well, if Mulder was going to masturbate into oblivion, she could too. She opened the top drawer and pulled out some warming gel and a condom wrapper. Blame it on the scientist in her, but she was acutely aware of how germy sex toys got and she went overboard on cleaning it, adding a condom to the mix for extra protection.
Ha. Protection from a sex toy. Yes. That was her sex life.
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Yea, so I promised myself that I wouldn't be starting a new story until I finished my other two incomplete stories. Yet, here this is. This story won't be as long (not the typical 30 chapters like my other on-going stories) but there will be more. I love the jealousy and passion it WILL provoke and I couldn't weave these emotions into either one of my other two stories. Enjoy. Follow for update notifications and review so that I know to continue :) Have a great night!
My Other Stories:
Dark Desires for Pain (in progress)
The Arrangement (in progress)
The Profiler and the Doctor (completed)
Dinner Date (completed)
Mulder's Very Late or Very Early Birthday Present (completed)
Office Work (completed)
Connecting Room Doors (completed)