Dana Scully's Apartment - 10:30 pm
Another late night. I manage not to stumble as I enter my apartment (After an eight-hour day of autopsies, followed by a thrilling three-hour wait for an informant who never showed up. I consider this a minor victory)
I didn't want to mention it to Mulder, but the scratches I'd received during our last case (Mulders 'demon cats from hell' crusade) were starting to hurt again. Time to open a bottle of wine and asprin to celebrate being home and mostly in one piece. (Demon cats or not, one of those stupid felines almost caught an artery)
The apartment seems so lonely when I'm not here. Feels lonely when I'm here too sometimes...
Why? The thought comes unbidden. Why is there no one here to know or care if I get home on time?
Surely there are any number of non-tattooed/obsessed/criminal men out there! Why haven't I let myself meet any of them?
The obvious reason is - of course - Mulder. He'd go insane if I started seeing someone socially. Oh he might try and cover it with the 'I think this is good for you.' Or 'As long as your happy' All those nice pretty lies. But inside he would pout and doubt my loyalty to him. Or think the guy was a plant from 'Them' sent to tear us apart. I don't think Mulder would give me much credit for being able to attract a man on my own. If Scully gets a date there must be a conspiracy at work...
I'll bet within a week he'd have the gunman bugging his apartment and tapping his phones. Just waiting for the chance prove that my new boyfriend is part of the C.B.G.'s plan. Supose we ever got in to a lovers quarrel or he cheated on me? - it would be public knowledge - No I would not want to put any man who I liked enough to date through that.
Stripping and putting away the suit I curse softly as the material of my blouse comes away dotted with blood where my cat-scratches have re-opened.
I fill the tub with steaming water and add enough fragrant oil to fill tub with bubbles. I smile in anticipation as I run my hand across the waters surface. However I cannot shake the disatisfaction which has been plauging me all day.
The troubling thoughts on relationships continued to haunt me as I search for a robe and turned on the CD player.
Perhaps if I were not to 'Date' Just 'go elsewhere' for gratification occasionally.. No! That sound unhealthy, cheap and unfair to everyone involved. Celibacy is preferable to that.
My aching body seems to disagree, so I soothed it by sinking in to the foamy scented water. Running a washcloth along my skin I tend to the few deep red marks across my ribs and arm. The cloth circled lower down my stomach as I let let my mind and body wander down a more sensual path. I side the soft cloth slide down to my sex, the pattern of the strokes change from cleansing to relaxing and just a little arousing, as I allow my mind to wander...
Perhaps having a short affair, somewhere between dating and a one night stand. Someone not looking for more than a passionate fling. Perhaps that would be - No that's not my style either - the fiasco in Philadelphia taught me as much.
I sigh and chide myself for forgetting to open the wine. Damn can't even do indulgence half assed now can I. That's right Dana you have to be a perfectionist in all things including your own hedonism.
Just as I turned to get up a shadow falls over the doorway.
I sink back under the bubbles with a muttered curse. If that's Mulder he is so dead!
"Good evening Agent Scully"
Oh No - this is bad.
"I'm sorry to interrupt - did you forget something?" The smile in his voice was evident as he casually leaned against the bathroom door.
"I don't usually bathe with my gun Krycek"
His smile widens. "You'd think by now there would be a couple of them in this room, given past experiences and all... But that wasn't what I was referring to." He pulls a glass of wine from behind his back. "Your usual, Madame?" The snobbish waiter accent is followed with a slight mocking bow.
"How long have you been spying on me?"
"The surveillance tapes have been in place for years" he says this as thought discussing golf scores. Completely nonchalant. "I just paid attention to the highlights - this is the Merlot you usually drink when in a bath."
I shake my head. "No thanks." No telling what he's done to it. I'm scared but trying to keep from feeling to helpless - which is quite a trick when you're naked in a bubble bath being held a gunpoint. "What's this all about? I'm sure you came here a reason other than being my personal butler."
"I don't know, the job looks pretty tempting from this angle." His voice leering then softens. "You're right naturally. There is a purpose behind this, but please drink." He took a sip and swallowed to demonstrate. "You see. It's fine. No drugs." He sets in on the floor and slides it to me with his foot.
'Sure' I think crossly 'but not it's got murder cooties.' I silence my inner skeptic. This was getting just strange enough to be interesting...I take the glass and let the liquid slide down my throat, making sure not to displace any strategically located bubbles in the process.
"OK Krycek, I'd like to get out the tub now. So if you would um.. you know. Look aside for a moment I'd appreciate it. This situation feels a little less than professional."
'Too bad for Skinner.' Krycek thought 'I'll bet he'd give his right arm to staff meeting with you like this.' "Yes of course. Here-" He throws me a towel "I'm sorry for embarasment, but as I said before this is one of the few situations where you're usually unarmed."
He turned just slightly enough to give a feeling privacy while still keeping his gun trained on me at all times. I dry off as quickly as possible and warp the thin silk robe around my body. I regret not bringing in the thicker terry cloth one now, the silk feels wonderful, but the light blue material is not leaving much to the much to the imagination against my damp skin.
He gestures to the living room with his gun and I follow. I notice he had already unplugged all of my phones. I assume my guns have been confiscated as well. I clean them all once a month so he would know exactly where to look. Damn.
We sit at the Kitchen table and I take another sip from my glass, Trying to find a way to ease my fear and stay in control of the situation, I decide to take the direct approach. "Who are you working for now Krycek? What did we get to close to?" I swear to god, if it's those stupid ill demon cats....
He shrugs. "Doesn't matter who I'm working for right now. This is not about any x-file. I'm just here to talk to you. No conspiracies I promise."
Confusion and disbelief war for dominance. "Krycek, Why on earth do you think we should have a simple ordinary conversation?"
"Why not? Do you want something more?" He waggles his eyebrows for emphasis. I wonder for a moment if he's stoned.
"We are not just any two people, - Logically one of us should be dead by the end of this ' 'friendly chat'." I let the words drip with sarcasm.
"Since I'm the one with the gun you'd better hope that's not true."
"Why are you here?"
"I mean you no harm Scully."
"You can't expect me to take that seriously coming from you."
"Why not? If I wanted you dead, you would be already. I swear I'm not here on business."
"I feel like a broken record Krycek - Why are you here and what do you want?"
"I want you." My jaw goes slack from shock, fortunately he is to busy pacing to notice. "But that's not important right now. The question is what do you want? You saved my life a long time a go and I feel indebted to you Scully. It's not a feeling I care for."
"What could you possibly give me?"
"That my dear Scully is going to be the subject of our completly ordinary conversation."
"That my dear Scully is going to be the subject of our completely ordinary conversation."
She is being very difficult, just as I expected. However what I did not expect was to be distracted by her wearing this blue silk thing that looks like it's thin enough to tear by just touching it. I swear I can see the outline of her nipple and it's taking all of my restraint not to stare at her chest like some fresh faced high schooler.
I need to regain control of the situation, so I get directly to the point. "You're dying." Her eyes widen in fear and I realize she's thinking of the cancer. Shit! Nice going asshole, you wanted her off balance, not scared to death. "Not physically." I hasten to assure her. "That's not what meant. I can see you fading. Mulder is blind to it but I can see how unhappy you are. I want to do something for you if I can. So that is my question. What do you want?"
She shakes her head in disbelief. "You think I'm in a bad mood, so you assigned yourself to be my personal fairy godfather? Grant Scully a wish? Get real Krycek. You say you owe me? Fine, make good on that debt and leave!"
"You don't know what I could offer you."
"That's right - And I don't want to know either. The last time I was offered everything I wanted I ended up on a road trip with C.G.B. spender and nothing to show for it!"
Oh that's right. I'd forgotten her last little jaunt with the old man. Lucky bastard.
She gets up and gestures to the door. "Thank you so much for completely ordinary conversation Krycek. There's the door. I'm making my wish right now, and I don't think you need 3 guesses to figure out how to grant it."
Okay, I tried being nice. An honest offer of whatever I could do for her. Damn skeptic. You try to do a good deed and this how your enemies react. This is going to require a more physical approach. I've tried the carrot, let's see how the stick works.
She has just put down the glass when she finds herself mid-air as I circle her waist, with my good arm lifting her up and pushing her none too gently in to the nearest wall. Keeping my body pressed against hers to hold her there. Reveling in the feel of her luscious little body pressed into me as I whisper harshly into her ear. "What if I give you something even if you don't want it?"
Her breath catches in fear. And I can't help but feel a rush of pleasure at having broken through her calm exterior. Score one for the visitors. I decide to add a bit of scorn to rub it in.
"Don't be stupid Scully. I'm talking about HIM, Mulder. Is he what you want?"
The fear in her eyes is over powered by anger. "You bastard. What makes you think I need your help for that?"
This stops me for a moment. "I didn't think you would let yourself have him."
Her laughter is short but it has an edge of genuine amusement to it. Good, I think. She is beginning to realize she can talk to me and I just might understand. I'm one of the few people who might ever be able to when it comes to their relationship. I allow myself a moment of indulgence and brush my thumb across her lips before releasing her.
We have a tentative understanding now.
She retrieves a 2nd wineglass as she returns to the table, pouring me a glass of the Merlot. This is definitely a good sign. She is keenly aware now. Both of my physical presence and of her own power over me.
"You are almost right," She says taking a sip from her own glass. "I wouldn't let myself have him for a long time, because I thought his brilliance and devotion to the x-files was serving some higher cause, something larger than out feelings for each other. His quest, his search, his sister, the prize of truth that might one day set us free..."
"And now?" I ask.
"He found the truth about his sister, to a degree which seems to satisfy him anyway. I still don't understand it, but it is enough for him. He is free. I don't feel the same way. His quest seems less noble now, masterabrtory almost. He seems happy chasing after every monster in the known universe. It's gone from saving the world - to wannabe ghost busting. He's never even mentioned the MUFON groups or trying to find the answers behind Emily's existence. Those questions I'm left to deal with alone." I hear the tremor in her voice when Emily is mentioned. I wish I had two good arms to put around her right now. Not that she'd accept it. A hug from Alex Krycek? What's the correct punch line?
Instead I settle for putting my hand over her's, trying to keep her talking. "He never appreciated your stake in this before. Why would it occur to him now?" I know Mulder once accused her of 'Making it personal,' the stupid bastard. "Now he no longer has to worry about Samantha and you are under his thumb to work with, worship and admire from near-yet-afar whenever he wants." She arches an eyebrow at me.
"I hate to think you spend a lot of time analyzing my personal life."
"I'm watching all the time Scully, I can't help but notice these things."
"I don't want to be his deity." She almost sounds like she's pouting. It's kind of cute, and I can't help but smile.
"You can't help it. You are entirely too perfect in his eyes. The occasional snake tattoo aside."
Now both eyebrows arch in surprise. "You know about that?" There's a hint of a flush now too.
"Wanna know a secret?"
"You're the master of them"
"That was the first time Mulder was ever mad enough at you to fuck you."
Some of the wine she was swallowing seems to have gone down wrong. She chokes.
"It's true," I continue, "I was watching him that night. He gets off all the time to dozens of redhead video vixens. Yet he never yelled your name till the night he found out about your indiscretion in Philadelphia." Her eyes are now as large as saucers. "He stormed around his apartment carrying a manila envelope with your police report pictures, muttering and cursing. All the while he's got this ridiculously huge hard on. Finally he couldn't take it anymore and dumped the photos on the table. He sorted through them looking for the ones of your tattoo. When he found them he started to stroke himself and you could see by the look on his face how horrified he was at his actions. Proof of his baser feeling for his fallen angel partner."
" Shut up Krycek! I don't want to hear this." Her face is flushed from embarrassment and perhaps - arousal? She rises and backs away, needing the physical space to regain control.
"Yes you do. Would a copy of the tape be a sufficient gift to settle our debt? I wonder?" I move closer as she retreats. "Do you want to see him take out those pictures of you and stroke himself?" She shakes her head as if to deny the truth of the words. I press on relentlessly, I can see she's loosing control. That's what I want. "You can watch him if you want to, watch him pretending that he's fucking you, shouting your name along with a dozen profanities, each sounding like a proffesion of love?"
"Fuck You!" She is almost screaming.
"Is that what you want from me then?"
She runs out of space when backing up and hits the wall with a gasp. I take her hand and bring it to my erection. Yea, I got hard describing the scene, tormenting her with it. So sue me. It remains one of the most disturbingly erotic things I've ever seen, Mulder hating himself for thinking of Scully and hating Scully for lowering herself enough to be thought of 'that way'. The boy has serious issues.
"Get away from me you perverted bastard!" She yanks her hand away, it's a good thing too, because I was probably going to start rutting against that hot little hand she hadn't. " I don't need anything from him or you." Her voice is now cold and arrogant.
This infuriates me. "No of course not, Put the 'Ice Queen' Façade up again Scully. It doesn't fool me. I know you don't NEED anything from anyone! It's what you WANT that I'm talking about. The part you think can just be pushed aside and ignored forever." She refuses to meet my eyes. I take her chin and gently but firmly draw her face up to look at me. I can tell she is frightened by the uncharacteristic honesty she sees. "It can't Scully. Humans are meant to want things. This suppressed yearning for something more will eventually drive you away from Mulder and he's too oblivious to see it. I can give you that 'something else'." Okay, here's where I lay it all on the line. Unveil my master plan (Such as it is). "Let yourself share desires with me. The selfish ones you don't think you should want. I can give you this Scully"
"I don't want it. Especially not from you." I can tell she is trying to convince herself as much as me.
"You can't honestly believe that? I'm the only one who can give you passion with no questions, jealousy, or conflicts concerning Mulder."
She dips her head and I watches her shoulders shake, though whether it's from laughter of sobs I cannot tell.
"You know what will happen if he finds out?"
"There are a thousand secrets I could be killed for-" I pauses uncertainly "Dana... This would be my most precious."
I stroke her hair and my heart soars as she tilts her head to further the caress. She turns her face to my hand and kisses my wrist so lightly I fear I'm only imagining it. The caress is intimate yet innocent. I am almost trembling with desire. The need to crush her. Feel her beneath him. I can see her taunt nipples beneath the thin silk, smell her arousal beneath the fragrant bath oils.
So naturally her hand coming squarely across my cheek is something of a surprise.
"Go back to what ever hole you climbed out of Krycek and don't come back."
I reel back from the shock of both the words and the blow.
She walks back to the table and picks up a wineglass. " Your debt is repaid, over, fulfilled. You're free, now get out."
I barely duck in time to miss the glass aimed directly at my head. What the fuck? I know she wanted me a moment ago.
It makes no sense until...
Until I see her eyes, bright with unshed tears. Declaring every word a lie. She is trying to free me. The same way Mulder was freed.
It is - in some weird fucked up way - the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Trying to save me from having to fuck her out of a sense of obligation.
I could try and convince Scully of her error through words... To hell with that - Actions speak louder and they're much more fun too...
She has her head down now, her small frame trembling from emotional exhaustion and physical exertion. My jaw still aches from her blow.
She is expecting me to leave now. I have made my offer and been shot down cold. A few harsh words and a wineglass to the head should be answer enough. I have every reason but one to believe that Dana Scully doesn't want me and never will.
Dana Scully is a terrible liar. I'm thanking whichever god looks out for of lowlife assassins for that fact. I never thought we had one before, but I've decided to reconsider.
I pounce on her. Scully is completely unprepared fend off 175 pounds of determined assassin.
She's soon being thoroughly kissed and up against the wall again. She tastes like wine and spice and I can't get enough of her. "You are so wrong Dana," I gasp between kisses. "This is for me - for us -"
I sink to my knees and her breasts are level with my nose. Yumm, her breast fits perfectly in my hand and I squeeze the soft flesh mercilessly, I lick the nipple through the silk and she gasps. "How could you ever think I don't want this?" My mouth closes around the little pebble of flesh and I bite lightly. The gasp becomes a low moan.
She begins to struggle as I move to the other breast. She's trying to convince me (and herself too I suspect) that she doesn't want this. She still does not believe. "No - Krycek don't (gasp). I'm fine... Please (a little whimper of pleasure) Please just go - "
I'm furious with her in that moment. Yet with anger comes clarity.
Without moving my lips from her breast I quietly take out my old FBI issue handcuffs. Her eyes are closed so she doesn't realize what's happening until she hears the sound of the cuffs closing, then she tries to separate her hands. However they are now securely bound securely in front of her.
Her eyes widen in shock and panic, but I pay it no heed. My conscience works on a sliding scale, so when you kill strangers on a regular basis, handcuffing your would-be-lover to help her get over a serious case of self-denial doesn't seem too terrible.
She needs proof, right? Well, I'm going to enjoy making her believe. "Sorry Dana. You are being far too much trouble." I see her testing the metal to see if her hand is small enough to squeeze through. "Stop that Dana," I chide, then let my voice soften. "If you ask nicely, next time I'll use silk next instead." She shivers involuntarily at the image while I grin in delight.
I decide to move this party to a more suitable location. We wouldn't want anyone getting hurt on the broken glass now would we? She puts up a struggle as I toss her over my shoulder and carry her into the bedroom. She is so tiny it's hardly any effort at all. This also brings her delightful little bottom right next to my face. I can't help the overwhelming use to give those perfect globes a light swat as she wriggles to escape.
I can feel my inner caveman responding to our physical proximity. Woman, small, MINE! It takes a conscious effort not to grunt in satisfaction as I toss her on the bed.
My glance strays to the dresser and I see a tie so hideous that it has to be Mulders. "Stay right there." I sure hope that sounded threatening. I'm feeling a so pleased right now that I want to laugh in delight. I walk over to the dresser and dangle the tie between my fingers, wrinkling my nose in distaste. "I sure hope you stole this from him with the intention of burning it."
She merely sniffs in scorn and looks away. I sit down behind her on the bed and trace the slope of her neck with the multicolored monstrosity, letting it trail down her shoulder and arm until it reaches her hands. "Let's put it to use."
I quickly slide the material through the chain between her wrists and pull it up through the headboard. She realizes what is happening, but not in time to put up an effective struggle. When she's bound securely I stand up to admire my handiwork. I knew my Eagle Scout knowledge would come in handy one day. (I make a mental note to send the boy scouts a huge wad of cash specifically to fund more knot tying classes.) I pick up one of the loose ends and wave it in front of her. "I think Mulder would approve of his tie seeing this type of action. Wouldn't you agree?"
She curses with amazing skill. The combination of being a doctor, navy brat and furious woman make for one of the longest descriptive sentences I've ever heard. I whistle in appreciation. She finally pauses to catch her breath and glares at me.
Seeing her like that, flustered and spitting mad, bound to her bed in clad only in blue silk, is an absolutely bewitching sight.
I remove my clothes as quickly as possible. I do not want to be burdened by them later. This is all about making her wild with lust, being able to do anything to her and for her at any time.
The air on my over heated flesh feels wonderful, I've been painfully hard since getting her up against the wall. As I free my cock from the confined denim I hear the little gasp she tries to hide. Oh yes... Dana Scully appreciates what she sees, even if she doesn't want to.
She is attempting to feign indifference as I approach the bed, however I catch her looking up at my cock through the hair, which she thinks keeps her eyes hidden.
I brush the red strands out of her eyes as I sit next to her, placing a light kiss on the exposed flesh between her breasts. I play with the sash of her flimsy robe, and her breath catches as I pull it loose. "I want to be the only one who knows you like this," I whisper as the robe falls to either side of her body. "Not as an agent, or a doctor, or partner." I lick an exposed taunt nipple, the light pink color deepens as I lavish it with attention.
"I want to know the lover, the wanton." A little whimper escapes her lips, drawing my attention to them. I begin the kiss gently but it deepens quickly when she responds, her tongue darting out to meet mine. I've never tasted anything so sweet as those lips and when I feel her moan into my mouth I'm lost. How the hell can she capture me with just a kiss? I'm supposed to be the tormenter here, right?
I need to feel more of her, feel that all of that creamy flesh against mine. My hand goes to the back of her neck. Taking what I've wanted for so long with bruising force. I'm a little afraid of hurting her as I pin her to the bed with my weight but the sound she makes is not of protest. On the contrary, she lets out a pleased gasp and bucks her hips against my stomach in response. For the first time I get a verbal response "Please!"
Hoo-Boy! This supports a long held suspicion I've had. Dana Scully likes to be dominated during sex. She has a history of taking older lovers, strong willed men who tend to be in positions of power over her. I'm certain this is a factor in why she hasn't jumped Mulder, she wants him to make the first move, to ravish her and take control. That would never happen because he's too in awe of her to do anything but worship her body, never ravish it.
I suspect the handcuffs are making this better for her as well as easier for me. She's pulling at the bonds and arching against the sheets.
"Please what?" Come on baby... Ask me for it.
"I... I can't ... Please..."
This gives me the perfect excuse to pull away before I lose all control. I want this to last and if she keeps writhing beneath me it's not going to.
She makes a delightful mewing sound of disappointment as I lift myself up above her. "Tell me what you want." I trail kisses along her stomach as she shakes her head. I play with the dark auburn curls as I continue taunting her.
"I want to spend all night mapping your body. Finding what makes you gasp." I tug the curls lightly and she responds. "Or moan." One finger slides down between those pretty lips and returns coated with her arousal. "Or come." Now I dip my head to her sex. Keeping her hips still with one hand, I stare at the glistening lips. I'm trying not to pant like one of Pavlov's dogs at the sight. I force myself to only lick once - a light caress of my tongue over her swollen clit. I don't want her to come - not yet.
"But I won't do it. Not unless you ask me first."
She curses with less skill this time. Arousal is making her gasp out the words. "Fuck you (hitched breath) you rat (gasp) fuck (gasp) son of a - (a high moan as I nibble on the inside of her thy) BITCH!"
I pull the hood of flesh up over her clit till it is completely exposed. She is mewing as I blow lightly on the overheated flesh. "Speak to me baby."
"Oh god! Krycek.... I...I hate you!"
I smile evilly. "That's all right, you still want me." I wet my thumb with her arousal, circling her clit slowly. I quicken the movements til she's on the edge of orgasm, then stop just before she comes. Repeating the process until she's incoherent with desire.
She is the epitome of every depraved male chauvinist fantasy - the beautiful woman, bound and begging for release - as her perfect body writhes in pleasurable agony. I should feel like a pig. I feel like a god.
"God - It's been so long...Please... I need to...please let me come."
"You have to earn it. I won't give it to you unless you ask." I raise myself up till the head of my cock is resting against her entrance, the head of my cock is coated in her arousal but I refuse to give in to what we both want so badly. I need this victory, I need it to know she's mine.
"Tell me that you want this. Beg me Dana!" I use my harshest most desperate tone. It works, something in her breaks and she's mine.
"Please Krycek! Please... I want you...I want you to..."
"What do want me to do?" I press just the head of my cock inside her - fuck she's tight - then ignore every instinct to keep going and pull out again. "Is that what you want?"
"Yes! That's what I want... Please - fuck me."
That's what I was waiting to hear. "Good Girl."
Her eyes widen with indignation at my words, then close tight as I enter her.
I meant to make the first stroke slow and sweet, too bad my body is not obeying anymore. My cock has had enough of the slow torment and now knows only that it is finally allowed access to the hot sweet heaven of her body.
The initial thrusts are quick and brutal; I'm glad she is so wet, because otherwise I'd be doing major damage right now. She feels so tiny and exquisite under me I'm afraid to hurt her. I slow to let her adjust to the invasion, but she's less concerned than I am.
"No don't - Please don't be gentle. I don't want that."
"But I -"
"Just fuck me. Make it rough."
All hopes of having this arrangement continue are crushed with those words.
She won't let me make love to her. Bitterness fills me. I didn't realize how much I'd wanted to do that until she refused to let me be gentle with her. I force the disappointment not to show on my face.
I slam my cock in to her hard with none of the finesse my earlier seduction showed, punishing her for not wanting me the way I wish she would.
She revels in it.
The pressure in my balls is growing as I let the punishing strokes continue. I'm holding her hips in place so tightly, I can see where the red marks from my fingers are going leave bruises in their wake tomorrow.
Good at least she'll have something to remember me by.
"Yes! Yes just like that! Fuck me, Alex Please!"
I grab the back of her head and force her to look at me. "No!" She looks confused. "Don't call me that." She looks surprised and hurt.
"You called me Dana, I assumed-"
"No! If this is just a quick fuck than we do not use first names. Got it?"
Realization dawns quickly, she shakes her head and smiles. "I want a rough fuck - but I want it from my lover." She pauses meaningfully "Alex."
I look down at her stunned.
"Perhaps next time we can take it slow, but right I have a different idea."
There's going to be a next time? There's going to be a next time! "What do you have in mind little girl?" I ask teasingly.
Instead of answering she pulls herself away until we separate, and I want to whimper with loss.
She manages to turn over by twisting the tie until she's on her knees. I haul the robe up and over her shoulders till it's wrapped up near the handcuffs and out of my way.
I kneel behind her licking all the way up her spine. She has a beautifully muscled back, tiny waist and a museum quality ass. She looks back at me and smiles lasciviously, that sort of smile should be illegal. She sways her ass in the air taunting me - I'm going to fall in love with this bitch and there's nothing I can do to stop it.
"I want you to take me like this." She moans pleadingly. "Please, fuck me like this. Like an animal."
Oh my god! Yep that's it. I'm now certifiably insane over one Dr. Dana Scully.
The first thrust is so good I almost loose it. I reach around and lightly stroke her clit in counterpoint to the hard pounding of my cock. I'm not going to last much longer at this rate.
"Oh fuck - Alex, harder please... I'm so close... so close"
I let my hips jerk spazmoticly. God I feel like I'm halfway up her throat she's so small and tight. She thrashes wildly reminding me of a jungle cat in heat. My little tigress.
We are indeed fucking like animals now. I'm marking what's mine in the most primal way. Covering her completely with my body, my sent. I kiss the back of her neck and growl possessively "Mine." I grind her clit harder under my fingers.
She gasps in response and I feel her tighten around me, she's coming and coming hard. I hear her unintelligible scream and it is my victory, Yes! I'm only a second behind her and as I feel the eruptions I bite her shoulder to keep from screaming as well. God it's never been quite this good, never. My cock feels like it's ejaculating out every fluid in my body. When the last tremor passes I collapse on top of her.
All I can do is lie bonelessly on top of her till I catch my breath. She giggles beneath me. Dana Scully giggles - who knew? "Alex, um I can't breathe here."
Oops I manage to roll off of her and stagger over to find the handcuff keys.
As I unlock the cuffs I take each wrist and cover the marks with kisses, massaging lightly. She turns on her back and stares at me in wonder.
"Who are you Alex Krycek?"
I smile and climb back in to bed behind her spooning and holding her tight, she's so little that one arm is enough to circle her waist completely and touch my left hip. How delightful.
"I'm your lover Dana Scully."
She sighs contentedly and dozes off in my arms, tonight is perfect, we'll deal with the rest as it comes.
Authors notes: Thanks to my uber-beta Kerry. I've had a blast with the whole speed writing, re-writing and posting thing. I would love to hear feedback. I'm thinking about sending these to gossamer later, but I still think they could use a little polish. Let me know what you think : )