Story: Redrum on Vine St.
Rated: NC17 (Yeah one of those.)
Author: Nichole
Feedback: YES!! scoob4u@yahoo.com
Spoilers: None.
Archive: Most certainly, let me know where though.
Classification: MSR, Mulder/Other
Summary: Not gonna tell ya.. it's a surprise!
Well okay, here's a hint: Mulder and Scully have
a fight, Mulder does his usual solo drinking afterward,
and meets a new friend.
Timeline: I am thinking sometime after "Never again"
because they are still kind of on edge with each other.
Disclaimer: No, they aren't my creations,
nor do I own them. They belong to whoever owns them.
(Obviously) But I am going to pretend like I
do own them for the duration of this story, and
damn it.. they are gonna have fun! :)

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"Oh hey Scully, it's me. I didn't wake you
did I?"

"No Mulder, you didn't," Scully sighed as she
got out of bed.

"Listen, there are some things about this Vine St.
case I'm working on that I need your help with.
Is there any way you can make it down to examine
the body for me?"

"Mulder no. I'm on vacation," Scully replied,
raising her voice.

"Look, this guy was found in a hanging chair and
he was wearing a fucking kilt for Christ's sake!"
He yelled. "Not to mention the fact that I think
I'm in a little over my head in the forensics
department as well. I need your help Scully!"

"What's wrong Dana? Come back to bed," a deep voice
called from behind her.

"Who is that Scully?" Mulder asked impatiently.

"Nobody Mulder. Look, I am not coming down there
to do another damn autopsy for you Mulder, I have
already done five this week!" Scully shouted.

"That's part of your job Scully, I'm not the
pathologist, you are!"

"Goodbye Mulder."

Click.

"Damn it!" Mulder threw his cell phone down on the
couch, himself following after it.

"I need a drink," he muttered to himself. He rose
off the sofa and grabbed his suit jacket. He then
walked out of his apartment, slamming the door behind
him.

XxXxXxX

"Sexy Seventies" Disco Dance Club, Upper Arlington, VA.
11:15pm.

Mulder made his way to the bar, taking a seat on one of the
crushed-velvet covered stools. He took notice to a rather
oddly dressed man, wearing tight silver bell bottoms and
wide rimmed glasses. His hair was dyed bright red,
and was styled in an afro. Mulder saw that he was
peering over at him above his original "Archie" comic
book which somehow seemed out of place. But this was,
in fact, the "Sexy Seventies Dance Club", so he knew to
expect such oddities.

Above him, there was a miniature disco ball glimmering
brightly, a larger one hung over the dance floor. He strongly
resisted the urge to "Do the hustle" by ordering his usual
drink of preference --a screwdriver.

After being there for approximately fifty minutes,
Mulder took notice to a tall, thin, beautiful dark-haired
woman dressed in a red mini skirted dress, complete
with red stiletto heels on her feet. He watched her
as she walked across the dance floor, making her way
to the bar.

She took the stool directly next to him, making herself
comfortable.

"Hi," she yelled to him.

"Hi," he replied, looking over to meet her gaze.

"My name's Carla, what's yours?" She asked.

"Mulder," he answered shortly.

"Mulder huh? Well nice to meet you Mulder," she said
kindly, reaching her slender hand out for his.

He took her hand in his and gave it a small squeeze
before returning his attention back to his drink
on the counter.

"So what is a suit like you doing in a place like
this?" She asked, prodding him further.

"Getting drunk and listening to music," he replied,
once more looking at her dark green eyes. "How about
you Carla?"

"I came here looking for fun," she said with
a crooked grin.

"Well, next to me is the LAST place you want to be
for that, Carla," he replied, looking back at his
drink. He gave it a stare before lifting it to his
full lips.

"Hey Jean, bring this man a batch of onion rings!"
Carla shouted at the bartender.

"Sure thing!" He replied, going back to the
kitchen.

"Onion rings?" Mulder asked her, trying understand
her reasons for ordering them.

"Yeah, they are the best cure for a broken heart,"
she replied, giving him a small smile.

"How did you..?"

"Oh pull-eease, you've got it written all over
your face, Mulder."

"Is it that obvious?"

"Afraid so.. So who was she?" Carla asked.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me, I've heard it all."

"Well, she is someone whom I have worked with for
over four years now," he said with a frown.

"And how long have you been in love with her?"

"That's hard to say. We'll just say I don't remember
a time when I didn't."

"You know what they say is the best cure for a broken
heart?" She asked, moving closer to him.

"Onion rings?" He asked with an small attempt
at laughter.

"No, this..." Before he could react, she leaned
in and placed her bright-red colored lips on his.

At first he was disgusted, repulsed, but then,
the more he thought about it, this woman was
beautiful, she smelled great, and she wanted him.
What the hell was he thinking?

He put his hand on the back of her head, pulling her
closer to him, deepening their kiss. He slowly
slid his tongue inside of her willing mouth, only
to be met by hers. They kissed passionately for what
seemed like forever to them before she pulled away,
gasping for air.

"Let's get out of here Mulder," she breathed into his ear.

He nodded in response, and she got off the stool and
took his hand, leading him across the dance floor.

After they reached a doorway, she pushed him up against
it, pressing her body roughly against his as she kissed
him again, shoving her tongue inside of his mouth.
He felt himself harden against her, and she reached
down with her hand to brush against his erection.

"Mmm.." He moaned into her mouth.

She pulled away again, leaving him with his eyes closed,
still pressed flatly against the doorway.

"Come with me Mulder." She motioned with her finger
for him to follow her. She turned the door handle and
led them into a small storage room. She then pulled him
forward, causing him to trip and fall, landing on a
box of 12"x12" vinyl tiles that were sitting on top
of a raggedy brown chair that seemed oddly placed there.

After locking the door behind her and turning on a
dim light, she walked sexily over to him, making sure
to sway her hips as she strode. She reached the chair and
bent down to his kiss him deeply while she began
tugging at his jacket. He allowed her to take it off
and she threw it to the side, landing on the floor in
a heap.

"Wait, I don't have any protection..." He stopped her
with his hands.

She smiled as she reached into the V of her blouse,
where the white flesh spilled out and pulled out a
condom, waving it in the air in front of his eyes.
He leaned forward and kissed her again, pulling her
towards him. She lowered her hands and began to work
on the buckle of his belt, easily undoing it with a
few jerky movements.

She then unzipped his pants, and slipped her hand
into the fabric of his slacks, his hips rose off of
the chair to aide her in her search. She found his
erection quickly, making him moan into her mouth
as she wrapped her hand around him. She began to
stroke him, using slow, deliberate movements.
His breathing became erratic, his hips rose and fell
as her hand glided along his shaft.

She left his mouth to make her way down his jaw,
and stopped at his neck to tease it with her tongue.

She then tore the package of the condom with her
teeth, using only her right hand while her left was
still stroking him. She then pinched it between her
fingers and lowered her head down to his erection.

He stared at her with wide-eyed amazement as she
put it on him, using her mouth to glide it over his
hardness.

He let out a few whimpering sounds as she began to
slide him in and out of her mouth, lightly teasing
him with her teeth.

"God, she really knows what she is doing..." He
thought to himself.

Her mouth left him and she stared up at him with
lust filled eyes, telling him that she was more than
ready. He once again lifted his eyes to hers as she
moved to straddle his hips.

He placed his hands on her hips, pulling with them
the hem of her short dress skirt. He was wonderfully
surprised to see that she hadn't been wearing panties.

"You ready for this big boy?" She asked him with a
smirk.

"Oooh yesss..." he replied, moaning loudly.

She took him in her hand once more and began to
glide him into her.

"No... wait!" He shouted, stopping her from
moving on him.

"Get up!" He instructed.

She did as she was told and he got up behind her,
guiding her with his hands on her hips to the
small table that was next to the door. She smiled
back at him, knowing exactly what he wanted.
She obediently bent over the table, spreading
her long legs and reaching back to pull up
her skirt, exposing her tight, round ass to him.

He took his place behind her and she grabbed
onto the sides of the small table, preparing herself.

With one swift movement, he buried himself in
her, his hands on her hips to hold her steady.
His movements began slowly as he tried to adjust
to the warm feeling of a woman, but he quickly
picked up the pace, breathing heavily.
He reached around to her front with his
right hand, and began teasing her clit in
order for her to come around him, a feeling that
he loved and one that usually brought him to
his own climax.

She arched her back, moaning loudly as she came.
He felt her inner muscles tighten around him,
sending a loud moan to escape his lips. He reached
back to her hip with his hand, and began slamming
into her roughly, his need overtaking his tendency
towards being gentle.

He felt his body tense as he came. His pulse felt
as though it were going to burst through his veins,
and he wasn't sure that it hadn't. He let out a very
loud grunt and slumped his body on her back, resting
for a moment before pulling out of her.

This was, by far the most explosive orgasm he had
ever experienced, even beating the ones he brought
himself to while thinking of Scully.

After disposing of the used latex sheath, he tucked himself
back into his boxers, and zipped up his slacks. She moved
herself off of the table, trying to straighten her dress
and hair.

He picked his suit jacket up off of the floor and
put it back on. He dropped his badge on the floor
and she saw it, she couldn't believe her eyes.

"Fuck!" She said under her breath.

"What?" He asked, stepping closer to her.

"Nothing, it was fun... uhm, Mulder." She brushed
roughly past him, exiting the storage room, leaving
the door open behind her.

Mulder stood there in a daze, not believing what
had just happened. "What the hell did I do that
for?" He cursed himself. "Because it felt fucking
good!" He answered himself, brushing off the emotional
attachment that he knew he didn't want to have,
straightening his tie.

Mulder made his way out of the dance club,
slipping into the alley way, using it as a short cut.
When he opened the door he saw the woman that
he had just been with holding a gun to another
man's head.

Damn him for leaving his service weapon at home,
--something that he usually NEVER did.

"Carla!" He called out, trying in vain to save the
man's life, not realizing the threat that the
beautiful woman posed.

"Mulder, my lover!" She taunted giving him a sly smile.

"Don't do this Carla.." He pleaded.

"You know what Mulder? I think I will," she pulled
the trigger, leaving Mulder standing there helpless,
having to watch the man's body fall to the ground
as she lowered the gun, looking back at him.

"Why the hell did you do that?" He yelled, stepping
closer to her in desperate attempt to remove the gun
from her possession.

"Because I can Agent Mulder," she answered flippantly.
"I kill all men that deny me."

"Carla, did you have anything to do with the murder
of Michael Roberts?" He asked, linking the murders
together in his head.

"That son-of-a-bitch?" She questioned. "I had one
hell of a lot to do with him being strung up," she
laughed.

Mulder winced at her confession, finding it hard to
believe, even after what he had witnessed just
moments before.

"Why did you do it?"

"Because he denied me, he denied ME! Me, of all
people! Can you believe that?" She screamed,
waving the gun around, large tears forming in her eyes.

"Just calm down Carla.."

"Oh, okay, I'll calm down.." She raised the gun
to her head and pulled the trigger before he could
even react.

"NO!" He yelled, running towards her lifeless form
on the ground.

So many thoughts ran through his mind. Thoughts
of Samantha, and of Scully, yes Scully. His Scully
who was off somewhere having an illicit affair with
some deep-voiced man at that very moment. He reveled.
That thought alone made anger sear within him.

I didn't want to be here," he thought. "This would
never have happened if I didn't act like such
an ass-hole to her!"

He pulled out his cell phone and called the police.

"This is FBI Special Agent Fox Mulder, I am reporting
a murder/suicide outside of "Sexy Seventies Dance Club"
on Spears Street."

XxXxXxXxXxXxXxX

FBI Headquarters, Washington DC
Monday, 8:15am.

Mulder walked into their office with a slight
chip on his shoulder. His mind was racing a million
miles a minute. He thought about what had happened
in that alley, knowing that he couldn't discuss
what had happened with Scully, but needing so badly
to get it off his shoulders somehow.

He felt his breath catch when he saw her sitting
in his chair, looking over the case report that
he had accidentally left on his desk earlier that
morning.

"Sounds like you had quite an interesting week
Mulder," she commented, her eyes not leaving the
case file.

He thanked God, or anyone else that was listening
that he didn't report what had happened right before
the events in the alley.

He walked over to the desk, sitting his package
newly purchased bag of "Spitz" sunflower seeds on it.

He could smell the sweet aroma of her perfume
in the air as he reached grabbed a few seeds out
of the bag. Why did she have to wear his favorite
on a day like this? He wondered.

"I'm guessing your week was exciting too,"
he prodded, taking a seat in the chair opposite
her, on the other side of the desk.

"No, not really," she answered, putting the
file down.

"Really?" He allowed the disbelief to leak through
into his tone.

"Really. I just went to my mom's for the week."

"You went to your mom's house?"

"Yeah, Bill came home for the week and it isn't
very often that I get to see him so I went to
visit," she smiled. "I actually had fun, it
was really good to see him."

Mulder couldn't help but laugh with relief.

"What Mulder?"

"Nothing Scully, nothing. Please continue..."

"Anyway, mom has limited sleeping space, so
needless to say I had to share her bed with Bill
while she slept on the couch. I tried to talk her
into letting me sleep on the couch, but she
insisted."

"So that's who I heard on the phone, when
I called you?"

"Of course it was Mulder, who did you think it
was?"

"Oh, I don't know. It doesn't matter," he quickly
dodged the question. "Hey Scully, did you read the
file on the Mathews case?" He asked, trying to change
the subject before he burst into song.

"No, enlighten me Mulder..."

It was then that he realized just how much he truly
loved Dana Katherine Scully.


XxXxTHE ENDxXxX

Welp, there is another smut biscuit to add to
my small list. I loved writting it, it was fun
to do something different. And, for the record I
wrote it in less that 24 hours, so if it sucks,
that's why. :) Thanks so much for reading, and
happy trails!

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