How Scully Got Her Groove Back

by Shadow

Mulder miles away.  Conservatively feminine suits alone in a faraway closet.  All thoughts of the X-files banished for the time being.

This is the life, thought Dana Scully.  Nothing but the sand, the sun and… that delightful vision of smooth, tanned back in front of her, glistening with lotion.  Good thing the dark sunglasses kept anyone from noticing how intently she focused on the dark-haired Adonis sprawled on the beach a few feet away.  A thousand "thank you"s to the inventor of black Speedoes.  "Christ, Dana, you need it bad" she muttered to herself.  That garnered her a surprised look from the matronly woman in the next chair.  With a sigh, Scully stood up and walked down towards the stunning blue-green waters of Cancun.

The redhead had a killer body.  And that simple light blue one-piece provided a refreshing contrast to the garish bikinis that populated the beach.  Alex Krycek wondered where exactly he had seen hair that shade before, then gave up.  His mind was most definitely not in the mood for memory retrieval at the moment.  What it was in the mood for, however…

The woman, delicate pale skin matching the impossibly white sands, waded leisurely into the gentle surf.  Kicking the tiny waves idly, she turned to watch the slow sinking of the sun into the ocean.  Lovely, thought Krycek.  Wonder if she's alone here.  Abruptly, the woman turned and headed back toward her lounge chair.

"You would have to pick a hotel right next to what sounds like the most popular, and most noisy, nightclub in Mexico, Dana."  With a frustrated groan, Scully shut her book and glared at her reflection in the blank TV screen.  "What a thrilling vacation.  Talking to yourself and reading a trashy romance novel."  She licked her lips, resolutely bounced off the bed and commenced rummaging through her suitcase.  You shouldn't, you know you shouldn't, said her conscience.  Scully pictured herself flicking the little whiner out of her mind and dug out a never-worn little black dress.  Holding it up to her body, she smiled.  Wonder if Beach Boy will be there.  And if he was?  A slight, throaty chuckle.  "Welcome back, Dana-the-naughty.  It's been a long time."

Entirely too bouncy, thought Krycek as he struggled to free himself from the clutches of the girl on the dance floor.  "Where are you goin'?"  she squealed when he took off on a hundred yard dash to the bathroom.  Mentally, Krycek wiped his brow.  What a relief.  Looking in the mirror, he adjusted his black blazer, rumpled from the frantic spasms of the blonde octopus.  Even he had to admit that he looked pretty good.  The sun from that afternoon had darkened his skin to a slightly golden flush, set off by the black jacket and white shirt contrast on his torso.  As for his jeans, they were his favorite and fit perfectly in all the right places.  It should impress the redhead, should she show up.  Please let her show up, he thought.

What a line!  Scully stood on her tiptoes to peer toward the front of the club.  Looks like it should be about another twenty minutes.  She glanced at her watch.  12:23.  Past your bedtime, Doctor Scully.  Go away, she thought menacingly.  Tonight, I am having fun and no one is going to stop me!  She imagined what Mulder's reaction to her in the dress and spike heels would be.  And if he knew what she had on underneath!  Scully shook with silent laughter at the thought of his face when she showed him the black transparent strapless bra and panties she wore.  With a sneer she thought about what he would say when she told him that she felt sexy and more than a wee bit horny.  He could never imagine her as a sexual creature.  She was Scully: partner, friend, faithful sidekick.  Even Girl Friday has a wild side.  Not that he'd ever get the honor of seeing it.

At one of the tables at the back of the club, Alex Krycek slowly sipped his Corona.  From here, he had a good view of everything: the dance floor, the bar, the front door.  A flash of red hair caught his eye, unfortunately belonging to another man.  One more hour, than I'm out of here, he thought.  He stood to go to the bar and order another beer.

No… it couldn't be.  Scully stood open-mouthed at the door, oblivious to the fact that she was blocking it.  Someone behind her shouted "Fucking move it!"  With a start, she headed dreamily toward the bar eyes focused on the familiar profile.

"Krycek…?"  The unexpected sound of his name sent a chill through his body.  Turning, he faced the speaker.  Scully.  Dammit.  "Hello, Scully.  What a pleasant surprise."  Her eyes narrowed.  Ouch.  If looks could kill… "What are you doing here?"  "On vacation."  "Vacation from lying, killing and otherwise being a rat?"  Krycek smirked.  "What are you going to do, arrest me?  As far as I can tell, you are most definitely not packing a gun or handcuffs."  His eyes ran unabashedly across her body, producing a slight flush in Scully's face.  "Come with me" she growled, grabbing his arm and pulling him toward the door.  "But you just got here," he protested.  "You haven't even danced yet."  He grabbed her waist and pulled her close, slowly grinding his hips against hers.

If he expects me to resist, he has another thing coming, thought Scully.  Her hands slipped to his waist, hips matching his rhythm.  His startled smile widened as she reached around and cupped the tight firmness of his ass.  "Scully…You are just full of surprises tonight."  "Now why isn't this a surprise?"  she said coyly, feeling the slight bulge of his crotch as she teasingly brushed against it.  His voice was husky as he said, "I think we should be going now."  "I thought I just got here," she said in her most innocent voice.  "Look, there's the bar, there's the bathrooms, here's the dance floor.  You've seen all there is."  The desire in his voice was slightly amusing, but Scully felt the same raw need tingling in her lower body and answered "Well then, let's go."

It was a fortunate that her hotel room was so close, thought Alex Krycek.  If not, I would have had to take her right there in the street.  Along the way, their kisses had become more intense and it became increasingly difficult to keep themselves fully clothed.  Now he sat on the bed, sharing a kiss with Dana Scully.  As she straddled his lap, her tongue slipped lightly over his teeth, then met his in a brief battle.  Slowly, he unzipped her dress and, tracing a line of soft kisses across her collarbone, pushed the strap off her shoulder with his teeth.  Retracing his path, he did the same to the other side.  Scully stood and lightly slid the dress past her hips, letting it fall to the floor.  Pulling her back to him, Krycek brought his mouth to a hard nipple, suckling it gently through the thin fabric.  She moaned, arching her back to give him better access.  "God, you're beautiful, Dana" he breathed.

Reluctantly, she broke the spine-tingling contact on her breast and eagerly removed his jacket.  Scully's fingers traced leisurely curves up his arms, skimming over the thin coat of black hair.  He's so strong, she thought, as she stroked the well-defined muscles of his upper arms.  Krycek pulled her closer and began to kiss her neck hungrily.  Losing her last shred of self-control, she ripped off his shirt and pushed him back on the bed.  His low chuckle soon became soft moans as she began to kiss his broad chest, teeth gliding across the dark nipples, then moving further down to his stomach.  Holding her breath, Scully unzipped his jeans, revealing forest green boxer briefs.  And a sizable concealed erection that must be almost painful.  She slipped her hand across the bulge and was rewarded with a low hiss.  Removing the boxer briefs, she stroked the underside of his shaft, then bent her head to taste the small bead of moisture at the tip.  So sweet…

Oh sweet Jesus, she's sucking my cock, Krycek thought.  Dana Scully, partner of Fox Mulder, woman who has more than one reason to hate my guts, is going down on me.  Very satisfactorily, I might add.  "Dana, Dana…" A muffled interrogative.  "You better stop or this will be over too soon."  With a soft sigh of regret, and one last torturous lick, she lifted her head, smiling at him through slightly damp, kiss-swollen lips.  Rising again, she peeled off her bra and panties.  Sensuously she moved one hand down her body, cupping her right breast and drawing her nail slowly around the nipple.  Scully closed her eyes and moaned quietly as she moved the hand down the flat plane of her stomach to the soft auburn down that covered the slight mound of her sex.  "Tell me you want me, Alex," she said, voice thick with lust.  "So bad, Dana.  I want you so bad."  Dreamy blue eyes opened, focusing on flashing green ones.

"You remind me of a panther, Alex.  So lean, so graceful and so beautiful…Feral, like that look in your eyes right now.  Fuck me so hard that I scream your name.  Make me an animal too."  I can't believe that was me talking, Scully thought wickedly.  With a snarl, Krycek reached for her, pushed her onto the bed and plunged inside her.  Her scream at the sudden penetration was cut off by his savage kiss, tongue thrusting with the same rhythm of his body.  She clawed wildly at his back as she bucked underneath him.  Breaking the kiss, he rasped "Come with me, Dana.  Now!"  Scully's cry of pleasure intensified as, inner walls clenching, she came helplessly.  "Oh Alex, unhhh, Alexxxxx!!"  Spasming deep inside her, Krycek growled low in his throat and shouted as the merciless waves of his orgasm swept over him.

Rolling away from Scully, Alex Krycek lay back on the bed with a sigh.  This must be a dream, he thought.  He shifted onto his side to look at the woman beside him.  Her chest rose and fell languorously.  Fast asleep.  Krycek stroked her cheek lightly, then stood up and began to get dressed.  He didn't want to be around if she woke up and thought what had happened was a mistake.  Halting at the door, he turned to look at Dana Scully, heart clenching.  It could only be one night, but it was enough.

When she woke up, he was gone.  Of course, Scully sighed, squinting at the clock.  9:07.  Her hand slid between her legs, feeling the dry moisture on her inner thighs and she smiled secretly.  After a shower, she decided, she would go down to the beach again.  Maybe the man in the black speedo would be there again…

Finis

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