TITLE:  A Whole New World

AUTHOR:  Kristi / RKRKRK63

E-MAIL:  blue18@atlantic.net or xfilesmut@yahoo.com

RATING:  NC17 (language & consensual sexual situations)
**Put the kiddies to bed first...then read the smut:-)

CLASSIFICATION:  SR, mild A

KEYWORDS:  Scully/Krycek romance

SPOILERS:  Through Paper Clip

DISTRIBUTION:  I'll send to Gossamer.  Everywhere else is fine as long 
as my headings stay attached and you let me know where it's going.  
Just inform me please.

DISCLAIMERS:  Not mine.  I don't own them.  Chris Carter, Fox and 1013 
have all the rights.  The story was written without permission.  I'm 
not making a dime.  No infringement is intended.  You could sue me but, 
alas, I own nothing of real value.  (Unless you count my X-Files 
collection.)

SUMMARY:  Scully goes to Krycek's for one of their typical evenings.  
But what he offers is a greater understanding of herself...and him.

FEEDBACK:  YES!

NOTES:  I just want to thank all the other unabashed smut writers who 
inspire me to open up and write things I could never let my boyfriend 
read:-D  There are a few religion/sex comparisons but they're pretty 
tame.  I can't reasonably see anyone being offended.  And finally, I've 
had no beta help so all stupid flubs are solely mine.

YOU NEED TO READ THIS BEFORE STARTING!!!
**Timeline wise--you can put this anywhere after season 3 that you'd 
like.  To me, the further along in the seasons you go, the more complex 
the relationship.  Just so long as it's BEFORE Requiem.

****SEASON 4 SPOILER HERE AND HERE ONLY
Krycek losing his arm in the Tunguska/Terma arc DID NOT happen in this 
story.  This is smut (with a story I happen to enjoy) and I didn't want 
to write around it.


ENJOY!

*****


She knocked and waited at his door, adjusting the belt on her knee-
length black rain coat.  She would come to him when she had had a bad 
day.  At work or just in general.  But never when she was lonely.  That 
was the line in the sand she had drawn.  She didn't want to want his 
company.  She didn't want him to become a habit.

But, in the back of her mind, she knew it was too late.  She wanted the 
relief he offered.  The release for which he would sometimes make her 
work.  He seemed to know what kind of experience she was looking for 
simply by the way she greeted him.

She hoped he would be as perceptive tonight.

She started to knock a second time when the door to his apartment 
finally opened.  Giving him the once-over, she was pleased by his 
wardrobe.  Blue jeans and a plain white Hanes cotton t-shirt.  His feet 
were unadorned.  This was her favorite look on him.  And he knew as 
much.

He stood still, watching her.  Waiting for her to begin their 
encounter.  He always did this.  Never making a move towards her 
without her consent.  And her consent only came by saying his name.  
This was the system they'd worked out.  All she had to do was say his 
name.  She never knew what hoops he would make her jump through nor how 
he would make her come.  But by uttering that one small word, she 
handed him all the power.

He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest and 
smiled.  Not exactly a warm friendly smile but not exactly a smirk 
neither.

It was time for him to test the waters.  See how quickly she would give 
in to him tonight.  "Scully," he said greeted as casually as if they 
had merely walked into the same elevator.  And then he waited.

She moved her purse from one shoulder to the other and arched her 
eyebrow.  She was fully aware of him and the motive behind his 
nonchalant behavior.  She'd had enough of this pretense.  She breezed 
passed him into his apartment, removing her coat and purse.  Placing 
them on the couch, she turned back to him and said the only thing she 
need say for the rest of the night.  In the same cool tone he used on 
her, she said "Krycek".


*****


He closed the front door and silently walked into the kitchen.  Scully 
was surprised when heard him open a bottle of wine.  She thought he 
must be in a generous mood to waste time with such a nicety.  She sat 
on the sofa looking out his large picture windows at the thunderstorm 
raging outside and waited for him to return.

As he made his way back into the living room, her heartbeat quickened.  
He sat on the coffee table directly in front of her, making her spread 
her legs slightly, and handed her one of the two glasses of red wine he 
carried.

"Drink," he said.

She started to give protest but then remembered that she'd said his 
name.  The game was on.  He controlled everything and she nothing.  So 
she drank.

He leaned forward and admired her choice of clothing.  She wore a light 
pink champagne colored slip of a dress that dipped and caressed in all 
the right places.  Spaghetti straps showed off her curvaceous shoulders 
while the plunging v-shaped neckline cut so low across the swells of 
her breasts that her pert nipples were barely contained.  He watched 
her obediently drink his offering and scooted closer to her, in 
essence, making her legs spread further and her dress rise up her 
thighs.  Her cream colored panties peeked out.

"Trouble at work, Scully?"

She drained the rest of her glass and leaned forward, placing the it on 
the table beside him.  "I don't want to talk about it."  She stupidly 
thought that would end his questioning.

"Is it Mulder?"

She rolled her eyes at his continuance.

"Skinner?"

Scully raised her voice.  "I said I don't want to talk about it!"

Krycek allowed her up off the couch and watched as she went to stand in 
front of one of the windows.  There was something very different about 
her mood tonight.  She'd never seemed pleased to see him so that was 
normal.  And she was never really one for sharing so that was the same.  
But still, there was something there.

Krycek watched a fear sweep over her face in the window.  What had 
happened to her today?  She wrapped her arms around her middle, 
cuddling herself.  Ah ha.  Maybe she needed more of a soothing touch 
tonight.

There weren't many lights on in his apartment and the lightening bolts 
silhouetted her against the glass.  She appeared as fragile as a lost 
child and he began to regret his forming of a game plan.  Maybe the 
game wasn't what she needed at all.  He'd never told her this before 
and couldn't see any reason why he ever would but she was breathtaking.  
He could never really understand why Scully was still single.  He held 
no respect for the men of D.C..  They were all morons.

Over the last few months, Krycek had developed an unexpected affection 
for Scully.  He was as astounded by it as anyone who knew them would've 
been.  A couple of times, he'd made them mistake of trying to use a 
"softer touch".  But Scully would just beg him to fuck her hard and who 
the hell was he to deny her what she wanted.  But maybe tonight...  He 
knew she would fight it but, if he was right, and he usually was when 
it came to her, this could be just the thing she needs.

Scully watched the rain endless pour from the inky night sky.  In the 
panes reflection, she saw Krycek leave the table and come to stand 
behind her.  She felt her pulse race again and closed her eyes in 
anticipation of his touch.  But it never came.  She could feel him 
behind her, her dress grazing his jeans.  His body never making full 
contact with hers.

She opened her eyes and looked at him in the reflection.  She expected 
to see him looking down at her hungrily, but he wasn't.  He stood with 
his hands tucked into his pants pockets calmly watching the rain fall.  
He was peaceful.  Serene.  Nothing like the Krycek she knew.  Nothing 
like the tens of other sexual encounters they'd had.

Where were the handcuffs, the vibrators and filthy words?  Where was 
the fucking?  Because that's what they did.  There was no sentiment.  
They fucked each other.  They fucked each other senseless.  They were 
mortal enemies in the daylight and  fuck-buddies after nightfall.  What 
the hell was he doing?

"Touch me," she demanded.



*****



Krycek was startled by the break in silence.  His eyes met hers in the 
window and he softly rubbed the length of her arms.  His fingertips 
played over the toned muscles that lie beneath her peachy skin.  Scully 
felt an intensity building in her stomach.  Finally, they were getting 
down to business.  His fingers would be replaced by kisses and his 
kisses would grow rougher and rougher, until they were bruising.  
Finally, the game had begun.

But then he looked away.  Fingers still gliding over her arms, he 
turned his attention back to the storm.  Scully stood there for a few 
moments unsure what to do.  Did it feel good having someone touch her 
in an undemanding way.  Yes, of course.  It was comforting.  
Reassuring.  Like curling up in an over-sized chair with your favorite 
book, a chenille throw and streaming hot cup of Earl Grey tea.  But 
this is Krycek, she reminded herself.  The man who killed Mulder's 
father and was an accomplice to her sisters murder.  Christ, they'd 
gone there to kill her!  If she knew all this in her head, then why was 
the growing wetness in her thong betraying her?  This touchy-feely 
bullshit had to stop.

Scully shrugged his hands off of her and said, "I want your mouth on 
me."

She just Krycek was going to scold her for making demands.  That was 
not the way the game worked.  He made the moves and she was to be 
submissive.  Instead, he did as she asked.  He placed several chaste 
kisses between her shoulder blades as he ran his fingers over and under 
her dress straps.

Moving from the back of the dress, he traced over her shoulders and 
down towards her breasts but stopped before reaching her heaving 
mounds.  Then he started back in the opposite direction.  Each time, 
Scully lifted her chest and raise up on her toes in hopes of his hands 
moving lower.  But he was careful not to let her rush him.

His kisses became a little less chaste as he lifted Scully's hair and 
began gingerly exploring her neck.  His tongue would dart out for a 
small taste every few kisses allowing him to savor her salty skin and 
eliciting moans from her mouth.

Scully reached up for one of Krycek's hand and placed it on her breast, 
but he moved it lower to play across her stomach.  She mourned the loss 
of contact but it was soon forgotten when he turned her face back to 
his and kissed her mouth.

Scully's lips immediately parted and he felt her tongue ram into his 
mouth.  Probing.  He broke the kiss, placing his mouth near her ear and 
whispered,  "Stop trying so hard".

He saw the confusion play over her features and he wanted to set her at 
ease.  He kissed from her forehead, down the bridge of her nose and 
back to her mouth.  This time when their lips met, Scully allowed him 
to set the pace.  He kissed both of her lips separately and lightly 
sucked at her bottom lip.

The hand playing over her stomach slowly came up to trace beneath her 
milky breasts.  He began to deepen their kiss.  Scully opened her mouth 
under the pressure of his tongue and allowed him entrance.

His hands started to move on their on accord.  Both kneaded he chest 
while their tongues danced to an upbeat tempo.  Scully let the action 
of his hands bring her body fully against his.  He was harder than 
she'd ever known him to be.  But she wanted more.

Not wanting to break the kiss, she deftly turned in his arms.  Krycek 
didn't miss a beat.  He stroked her back lower and lower until he was 
massaging her bottom through her silky dress.

Scully brought her hands up to weave in his short hair and then down to 
feel the stubble on his cheeks.  When their kiss broke, they were both 
left panting.  Scully placed her head on Krycek's well muscled chest 
and his head lolled down into the crook of her neck, resting on a bed 
of red wavy hair.

Once he'd caught his breath, he lifted his head and smoothed several 
auburn locks through is fingers.  "Why's your hair like this?"

"Like what?"  she questioned, raising her eyes to met his.  She found 
nothing but innocent curiosity in his dark orbs.  If his eyes hadn't 
been so heavy with lust, he would've seemed like a child asking his 
mother about the nature of butterflies.

"It's not as straight as normal.  It's...softer," he observed.

She didn't like this--it was too personal.  He was being too attentive.  
The conversation somehow seemed like pillow talk, an intimacy they'd 
never shared before.  Why was he being like this?  Why had he suddenly 
taken such an interest in something as stupid as her hair.  All she had 
wanted was a night of untamed sex and instead he's fucking wooing her.  
She had to do something.

She tore herself out of his one-armed grasp and shooed his hand away 
from her hair.  Taking a definitive stand, "Make me come.  Now!"


*****


Her words shot a bolt of need straight to his groin.  But he wasn't 
going to rush this.  Tonight wasn't for him--it was for her.  She 
needed this whether she knew it or not.  And he wanted to give it to 
her.

He'd assumed that she and Mulder were lovers and and that they were 
satisfying each others bodily needs and was shocked when she told him 
that they'd never been anything but plutonic.  Krycek had always held 
Mulder in a certain respect, maybe even a secret envy, but to know that 
he could satiate her in a way that Mulder couldn't, or wouldn't, did 
incredible things to him.  Made him feel like a man.  More so than 
holding someone's life in his hands or being on the inside of global 
conspiracies.  She made him feel alive again.  Of course, he'd never 
told her this.

He hooked one arm behind her knees and swooped Scully into his arms, 
carrying her off towards his bedroom.  But he bypassed the bed and 
turned the corner for his bathroom.

"What are you doing?"  she asked impatiently.  "I thought..."

Krycek set her down on the bath mat in front of the shower.  "You said 
you wanted me to make you come, right?"

"That's right!  Like before!"  She yelled as he pulled back the sliding 
glass shower door and turn on the water, adjusting the temperature to 
his liking.

"Not this time, Scully.  Not like before."

As the bathroom filling with steam, he drug his short fingernails 
lazily up the inside of her creamy thigh, applying just enough pressure 
to make her skin pebble and her leg turn out.

"You can always leave.  Do you want that?  If that's case, I'll stop," 
he teased, removing his hand from her for emphasis.  "Do you want me to 
stop, Scully?"  he whispered down to her.

Once he saw her reluctantly shake her head in the negative, he 
continued his seduction.  He slowly moved his hands along the outside 
of her legs, gathering the light colored material as he went.  She 
lifted her arms above her head as he removed it completely.  Dropping 
the dress to the floor, he peppered kisses along her collarbone and 
down the supple valley of her cleavage.  The bathroom had become like a 
sauna, causing small beads of perspiration to form over her skin, 
making her taste twice as salty.

Krycek licked and nipped his way down passed her breastbone, over her 
abdomen, dipping his tongue into her belly button, not stopping until 
he reach the creamy white triangle of her string thong.  Hooking his 
fingers under the offending fabric, he pulled them down, lifting each 
of her legs until her panties were off.  Raising her feet a second 
time, he slipped her petite feet out of her strapped heels that matched 
her dress perfectly.

"Get in the shower," he gently requested.  Scully did as he asked, 
feeling the hot water wash over her for the first time, warming her 
inside and out.  Krycek felt her eyes on him as he pulled off his shirt 
and worked his jeans off his damp legs.  When he'd freed himself from 
the restraint of his black boxers, he was glad to see that his erection 
had waned slightly.  He wanted this to last for a while longer and 
didn't want to embarrass himself.

He was surprised Scully wasn't putting up even more of a fight than she 
was.  They pretend that the game was his but they both know 
differently.  The first night she came to him, she laid some very 
strict ground rules.  He could do whatever he wanted to her as long as 
there was no anal penetration of any kind, no ridiculous words of love 
or sentiment in the throws of passion and absolutely no oral sex.  He 
was taken aback by this one but Scully held firm.  She said that seeing 
a mans head between her legs was way more personal than she wanted to 
share with a cretin such as himself.

Twice she'd let him finger her but mostly they'd either used props or 
they simply had sex.  Wild sex.  Up against the wall, broken furniture 
kind of sex.  They fucked standing up, sitting down, on the floor, on 
the kitchen counter, in front of the giant windows with the lights on 
and even once or twice on the bed.  She would ride him hard and he 
would pound into her as hard and fast has he could, just the way she 
liked it.  They did it doggie style, froggie style, wheelbarrowed and 
in the scissor position, which was even more difficult than it looked 
in the porn they'd watched.  But never missionary.  Never 
straightforward sex.  Never anything that could be misconstrued as 
making love.

He was hoping he could throw at least one or two of her guidelines out 
the window tonight.


*****


Scully moved over and allowed Krycek to stand directly under the 
torrent of water, rippling and rolling down his defined chest and abs.  
He ran is hands through his brown clean-cut hair, wetting every strand.  
She kept a close eye on his every move.  He didn't look like he was 
trying to be sexy but he succeeded admirably.

He reached for sweet smelling soap in the dish and lathered it in his 
hands.  Scully felt a tingle of expectancy at his hands washing her 
body clean.  But he replace the soap to its home and worked the suds 
over his shoulders and arms.  Disappointment was driven home hard.  She 
watched as he repeated the process for his legs, chest and stomach.  
His eyes never opened.  It seemed like he'd forgotten that she was in 
the shower with him.

The stall was rather large and she was only being misted by the water 
being thrown off Krycek.  Growing chilled, she wrapped her arms around 
herself and studied the foam as it wound and flowed down his torso.  
She didn't know what he wanted her to do.  He hadn't given her any 
instructions nor made any request for to stand still and observe.  The 
game wasn't being played like normal and Scully her unsure about her 
role.

Lost in her thought, she hadn't noticed him watching her.

"Scully, just do what you want to do."  He closed his eyes again and 
worked the soap around his body.

After what seemed like an eternity, she stepped closer to him.  The hot 
water felt like liquid heaven as she drew closer again, reasoning that 
if she didn't move nearer to him and the water that she would freeze to 
death.

This was stupid, she told herself.  They'd had sex in all sorts of 
crazy ways but for some reason she felt shy and girlish, like a 
teenager on her first date with an older guy.  Inadequate.  Just 
waiting for the moment when her inexperience will come shining through.

But she was now fully aware that he was waiting for her.  For her 
decision to proceed.  He wasn't going to touch her again until he 
received her approval.  Mustering her courage and resolve, she spoke 
barely loud enough to be heard over the spray.

"Krycek."  She felt proud to have made a stand, to have given him the 
go ahead.

"Un-uh, Scully.  The game is over.  If you want me, I'm right here."  
He turned around to rinsed the lather, his back to her.

Her moment of pride was squelched.  She felt like the college guy had 
just figured out that she'd never been passed second base and has 
decided to take her home.

Scully, closing the final foot between her and Krycek, smoothed her 
hand over the muscular contours of his back, up to his shoulders and 
down his arms, twining her fingers with his.

He brought their hands up to his chest and held them against him, 
Scully's hands making contact with his skin.  "You sure?"

She nodded against his back and said, "I'm sure."

He let go her hands and turned to face her.  "No rules?"

She ran the backside of her hand over his belly and looked him directly 
in the eyes.  "No rules."

Krycek motioned for them to switch places in the shower so that she 
could get the rush of the hot water.  She ducked her head under the 
spray, bringing her arms up to rub her scalp.  With her breast pointed 
at him, he thumbed over Scully's hard pink nipples for the first time, 
making her shiver and suck in air.

"Ohh," she sighed.

"Feel good?"  he asked, taking both peeks between his thumbs and 
forefingers, rolling and plucking them.

"Yes," she managed slowly.

He lowered his salivating mouth onto one of her breast and suckled, 
easily at first but gaining fervor with each moan he elicited.  And 
then Krycek switched sides, again starting slowly and increasing his 
pull until his cheeks were hollow and Scully was scratching at his 
back.

She was uninhibited.  But not in the same way they'd been with each 
other in the past.  This was erotic, not raw.  Every sound that escaped 
her mouth made him harder.

Krycek pulled away from her with an audible pop, the rushing water 
gliding over her sensitized flesh.  He kissed her mouth with need, 
urgency.  Tongues clashing.  Lips cracking.  He tasted blood but was 
unsure if it was his or Scully's.  They nearly toppled over in their 
haste to get closer to one another.  They were crushing each other but 
neither noticed.  Too close wasn't possibly close enough.

Once the kiss broke, he turned Scully around to face the copper colored 
tiled wall, and coaxed her to placing her body flush against the 
coolness.  The contrast of Krycek's hot body and the cold wall felt 
positively naughty to her erect nipples.

She couldn't believe how on fire her body was until she felt his warm 
mouth on her back, pressing her further into the tile.  His mouth.  It 
was the fire from him setting her body ablaze.

Scully felt him ravaging her shoulders and back, then moving lower over 
her bottom, biting, taking in mouthfuls of her redden skin.  Everything 
he did felt indescribable.  Every touch played music on the string of 
her core.

He got on his knees and continued down her legs, paying special 
attention to the back of her knee caps, and then moved down to her 
feet.  As he made his way back up the other leg, she felt his hands 
squeezing her ass, working and pulling her cheeks.  God, he was good.  
Then he shocked her by separating fold and gliding his tongue from the 
top of her crevice downward.  She instinctively clenched and tried to 
turn around before he reached her opening, but he held her tightly.

"What are you...no...no stop," she pleaded.

He looked up from his place of worship.  "No rules, remember?"

She turned her face back to the wall regretting her words.  "I know, 
but...  Please.  I...I don't..."

Krycek moved his hands over her hips and kissed the small of her back.  
"Do you trust me?"

Scully was silent.

"...with your body.  Do you trust me with your body?"

A moment later, she answered.  "I trust you."

Smiling up at her acquiescence, "Good.  Now let me show you a whole new 
world."

She felt him resume his position behind her, spreading her ass a little 
further this time, and before giving her a chance to protest, he lapped 
at tiny entrance.  It felt...different.  Not bad, just different.  Not 
exactly the "whole new world" he promised, but not bad either.

He told her to relax and she attempted to oblige.  And before she knew 
what was happening, she was applying counter pressure.  His tongue 
would lap and she would press her ass against his face, hoping for 
deeper stimulation.  She moaned when he stretched her apart again, 
rolling his tongue in quick circles around her rim.  Scully's pelvis 
reflexively surged outward at the new sensation causing Krycek's tongue 
to momentarily slip just inside.  She let out a long guttural purr.

She felt him back away from her and thought that maybe she'd done 
something wrong or that he wasn't enjoying it as much as she was.  But 
she soon realized that he was merely changing positions.

After turning off the now tepid water, Krycek laid down on the shower 
floor and guided Scully onto her hands and knees.  As she crawl over 
his body, he kissed as much of her as he could until she reached the 
position he desired.  She straddled his face, her center poised over 
him.

"Good.  Now go down to your elbows, bring your knees under you, so 
you're weight is on your legs, and spread them as far as you can."  
This brought her sex even closer to his face and opened up both of her 
holes nicely.

"You are so wet," he hissed.  He could see it, a measly three inches 
from his face, begging to be licked.  He heard her panting already and 
he hadn't even touched her.  She was completely exposed before him in a 
way she'd never been.  Stripped, in every sense of the word.  Splayed 
before him, waiting to be devoured.

He blew cool air on her dripping flesh, making it her turn to hiss.  He 
petted her lightly, working his fingers from behind through her trimmed 
strawberry curls.  He placed open-mouthed kisses on her mound and then 
on the outside of her lips.

Scully began moving her hips to the pace he had set.  Rocking into him, 
onto his face, lowering herself even more.  For a second she worried 
about smothering him but her fears faded away when he swiped his tongue 
from below her canal to the hood of her clit.  Before she could finish 
moaning, he did it again, causing her body to jerk in response.

She heard herself making noises she didn't recognize, especially when 
Krycek slide two long fingers into her cunt from behind and flicked his 
tongue over her clit.  Her moans became gasps and her word were 
unintelligible.  All she could do was feel.  Feel his buttery tongue 
soaking up her juices.  Feel herself being finger-fucked.  Feel herself 
balanced on the edge of ecstasy.

And just when she thought she'd fall over that beautiful cliff, he 
would change the pace to make her last longer.  Torturing her.  
Pleasuring her.  Driving her insane with his skills and innate 
knowledge of her needs.

But then he back off so that she was now no where near that divine 
explosion that kept slipping from her grasp.  She wanted him to take 
her to that mountain and drop her off the side.  Let her ride out her 
cresting wave.

Krycek pushed one finger into her, to the hilt, so much so that it was 
almost uncomfortable, and slid it in and out, circling.  It was nice 
but after having his two fingers inside, this would never be enough.  
He slid in a second finger.  And then a third.  She screamed what she 
thought was his name but by the end of her outburst, he was gone.  
Leaving her, yet again, dangling off the side.

Krycek knew exactly what he was doing, even if she didn't.  He swirled 
up some of her sweet nectar and rubbed it on her ass several times, 
until he was satisfied.  Each time his finger would touch her neglected 
orifice, Scully would start to scream his name, although she never 
fully got the word out.

Bracing himself, he simultaneously inserted one wet finger into her ass 
and pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit.  She nearly jump 
off of him.  She screamed and hollered and any sailor worth his salt 
would have been proud of her colorful use of words.

She started rocking back against his hand.  Jesus, she was impaling 
herself, he thought.  Shoving his finger further up her ass.

Moving his head back so he could talk and having to shout over her 
screams, "Do you want me to try a second finger?"

"Shit...YESSS...fuuuck...do it...do it now...fuck me hard..."

"You sure?"  he asked, knowing full well that it may hurt.

"...oh god...do it..."

Krycek slid his one finger out and washed his middle finger around her 
folds, gathering lubricant.  He started to apply pressure with his two 
strong fingers at the puckered entrance of her ass, her newly found 
erogenous zone.

They took it slowly.  She would whimper and he would stop the 
insertion.  She'd give her okay to go on and the process would start 
all over again.  This went on for several minutes.  Krycek wasn't sure 
if she'd be able to take both fingers inside but she wanted to try.  
Finally, his fingers were buried knuckles deep in her tiny stretched 
opening.

"You ready," he asked, unsure she was going to derive any sexual 
gratification from this.  Maybe two finger wasn't such a good idea.

"Umm, yeah.  Just...go slow," she requested, seeming a tad unsure 
herself.

He languidly pulled his fingers out and just as carefully reinserted 
them, doing the same five or six times before she made a pleasing 
sound.  It was slow to build but once she began enjoying the feeling, 
she took off.

Rocking again, Scully asked him to do it harder.  Faster.  More.  More.  
Just like that.  Krycek teased her clit with his tongue.  Over and 
around.  Backwards and forwards.  Up and down.  Circling.  Venturing 
down to slurp her fluids and staring the assault again.

Her wetness was dripping down his face and neck and onto his chest.  
God, he loved it.  He tipped his chin up so that his five o'clock 
shadow would graze her engorged nerve bundle.  She was close.

He rammed his fingers into her.  Over and over.  Krycek could feel her 
anal muscles contracting around him.  He reached up with his free hand 
and found one of her dangling nipples, pulling and shaking it.  And 
when she was right there, he sucked her clit into his mouth.  Draining 
every last drop of moisture she held.

This was enough to shatter her, but he didn't let up.  He pounded away, 
separating his fingers inside her hole.  He moved his fingers from her 
breast to her hip, squeezing and rocked her back onto his hand, since 
she'd lost the ability to so herself.  She had stopped trying to speak 
and was making one continuous noise, varied only by her movements.  He 
thought he might have gotten carried away when he slapped her ass 
several times but he felt her quiver anew.

She'd found that cliff and dove off the side, twice—back to back.  
Contracting and convulsing around and over him, screaming her thanks 
and appreciation.  Praising the Lord and cursing mother nature because 
the feeling had to end.  She wanted to go on forever like this.  
Buzzing.  Humming.  Sated.  Replete.

Krycek crawled out from where Scully had collapsed on him.  Not wanting 
to disturb her but also wanting to make sure she was okay, he skimmed 
over her hair.

She smiled.

"Hey there," he said, smiling back.  "I thought you'd fallen asleep."

"Nope.  Just resting.  That was...," Scully started while trying to sit 
up.

"...a whole new world," he finished, putting on his boxers.

"Yeah."



*****



Krycek helped Scully stand in the shower, dried off her damp body with 
a soft clean smelling towel and wrapped his midnight blue terry cloth 
robe around shoulders, which he'd grabbed from the hook off the door.  
She slid her arms through the appropriate holes as he closed the front, 
tying the sash.

"I hope I can walk," Scully yawned, testing her legs.  Stepping out, 
Krycek took her by the arm and led her back to his bed.  Pulling back 
the covers, he patted the mattress and she crawled under the gray downy 
comforter.

"Why don't you get some rest, Scully," tucking the covers under her 
chin and turning off the lamp on the nightstand.

Her sleepy drawl gave away her exhaustion.  "Well, maybe just for a 
minute," she reasoned, already drifting off.

Krycek cracked the door as he headed to the kitchen for a glass of 
water.  He was glad that he'd helped Scully break down some of her 
barriers.  At least, he hoped he'd helped her forget the days event, 
whatever they had been.

He finished his first glass and filled it again, not realizing how 
thirsty he was.  As he sipped the second glass, he heard the bedroom 
door creak and saw Scully emerge.

"You're supposed to be sleeping."

"Throat's dry," she said, taking the glass from Krycek's hand.

He leaned against the counter watched her gulp the cool liquid, her 
throat dipping with every swallow.

"Yeah, mine too," he said awkwardly.  He'd just had his fingers inside 
this woman's body but having her share a glass of water with him is 
what he marveled at.  It was such a simple act but one that showed a 
remarkable change between them.  He suddenly found himself overcome.  
And nervous.

When she'd polished off the water, she handed him back the glass and 
wiped a drop of liquid from the corner of her mouth.  It was enough to 
make his throat parch again.

"I'm going back to bed," she said, walking away.  She untied the belt 
of the robe and allowed it to fall from her shoulders and onto the 
floor.  "You coming?"


*****


Krycek walked into his room painfully aware of his visible erection and 
of the totally naked Scully sitting on his bed waiting for him.  It 
dawned on him how she must've felt in the shower.  Unsure of oneself, 
of what the other person wants from you.

"I don't bite, you know."

"Actually, I have a scar on my leg that proves otherwise."

Scully offered a devilish grin and said, "Yes, but you deserved it that 
night."

"You're probably right," Krycek said with a chuckle, the mood in the 
room instantly lightened.

"Why is this weird?  I mean, after all the things we've done before and 
what we just did..."

He sat down on the bed and moved close to her, so that their knees were 
touching.  "I'm not sure."

"Maybe because it seems so much more..."

"...personal."

"Yeah."

Turn looked at each other quickly and then turned away.

"Do you regret it?"  Krycek asked, suddenly fascinated by the stitching 
of his matching gray sheet set.

"No," she answered, sharing his fascination.  "I probably should, but I 
don't."

"Good."  Emboldened, he leaned over and whispered, "I really want to 
kiss you."

Scully closed the distance and their lips met with a slow passion that 
seemed to fuel itself.  Their hands exploring each others faces and 
bodies, drawing them nearer, melding them.

Krycek leaned her back and laid himself half on her body, not wanting 
her to take the full brunt of his weight, and brushed her hair off her 
face.

"You tasted so good.  D'you know that?"

Her cheeks blushed.  "Really?"

"Jesus, I couldn't get enough.  I could've spent all night buried in 
you," he said, kissing her collar.

"We'll have to try that sometime."

"Sounds good to me."

"You know what really sounds good to me?"

Krycek rested his head next to her breast.  "Hmmm?"

"Feeling you come inside me."

His breath quickened by her declaration, he ran his tongue over the 
baby soft underside of her breast, his warm exhalations mingling with 
her tender moistened flesh.  Stopping only to remove his boxers, he 
resumed with her other breast and shifting himself between her legs.

He pinned her wrists above her head, drawing her skin taut.

"My god, you're beautiful."  Shit.  The words escaped his mouth before 
he could stop them.  What was he thinking?  He'd just broken the third 
rule.  No sentiment in the throws of passion.  But instead of 
recoiling, Scully looked up with clear azure eyes and thanked him.  The 
sexiest "thank you" he'd ever heard.  He offered his own thanks to a 
supreme being he'd never given much thought to and refocused his 
attention back to his sacred task.

With a sense of new heat burning in his groin, he locked both her 
wrists under one of this hands and used the other to trace Scully's 
ribcage.  She arched off the mattress as he took as much of her breast 
in his mouth as possible.  Making "mmm" sounds against her skin, she 
"ooohed" and "aaahed" and wrapped her legs around his, pressing his 
erection closer to her desire.

Krycek loosened his grasp and Scully abruptly rolled them over.  
Sitting on his stomach, she bent forward and ran her tongue along the 
outside of his earlobe, earning a low growl of approval.  She tasting 
his neck, suckled his Adams apple and tenderly used her nails on his 
upper arms, sending a chill through him that vibrated along her spine.

She crept her way down his body, kissing and tasting him in ways she'd 
never allowed herself before.  All of their encounters had been purely 
about her, never caring about Krycek's wants or needs.  But not this 
time.  She situated herself between his legs.

He raised his head from the pillow.  "You don't have to do that."

She placed opened kisses on the inside of his thigh.  "I know.  I want 
to."

He reached down and touched her face, but his arms fell away as she 
took his swollen head in her mouth.  She rolled her velvety tongue 
around the tip as she inched downward, letting her mouth water.  She 
took his balls in her hand, messaging them, feeling him contract.

She couldn't take his entire length in her mouth, so she used her other 
hand to stroke what her lips couldn't.  She moved faster, bobbing in 
his lap, finding a rhythm Krycek seemed to like.  He fisted the sheets 
and called to her, making his favorite "mmm" sound.

He couldn't believe that she was doing this.  If he had learned any 
lessons this evening it was that anything was possible.  Fuck, her 
mouth felt good.  And that's what she was doing...fucking him with her 
sweet mouth.

She applied pressure with the flat of her tongue along the bottom ridge 
of his shaft and hollowed her cheeks, like he did to her nipple.  He 
knew he should stop her but it just felt so damn good.

"Scully...mmm...you'd...stop...inside you..."

She deciphered his code talking and released her suction climbing up 
his body to lie on his rapidly moving chest, allowing him time to calm.  
Both of them wanted him to last more than a few strokes.

"Jesus, Scully."

"Feel good?"

He laughed.  "Yeah, couldn't you tell?"  He flipping them over and 
kissed her, running his tongue over her teeth.

"Now," she said.

He pulled the blanket over them to shield them from the apartments cool 
air.  Shifting his weight to one of his elbows that rested at the side 
of her head, he took himself in hand and ran his cock along her folds, 
checking her readiness.

Scully was more than ready and so was he.  He slipped into her, further 
and further, until he was enveloped and bumping her cervix.

"Kry...feels so...good," she panted, trying to catch her breath.

"So good...tight...hot...fucking...unbelievable."

Scully lifted her legs along Krycek's body and expected him to wrap 
them over his shoulders.  But he shook his head above her and she 
placed her feet back down on the bed.

"Missionary, huh?"

He smiled and nodded, withdrawing and reentering.  "Mmm...normal sex 
for once.  And if it...mmm...looks like we're making love, so be it."

"It that what...ohh...what we're doing?  Making...oh god...  making 
love?"

"What do you think...mmm...?"

"I think...shit, you feel good...I think that we don't have to...oh 
god...have to decide tonight...sweet Jesus..."

Krycek lowered his lips to her in a kiss of understanding.  It didn't 
matter, making love or have sex.  They didn't need to label whatever it 
was they were doing.  It wasn't necessary.  "Now shhh and let me 
concentrate here."

Picking up his pace, Scully threw her head back on the pillows and 
started chanting in what Krycek could only assume was some obscure 
foreign language.  He couldn't hold out much longer.  Just thinking 
about having his fingers buried in her ass and her coming on his face 
was enough to send him plummeting, not to mention the writhing creature 
below him now trying to shout his name.

Scully thought that maybe her priest had been wrong.  Maybe heaven was 
having great sex or even love, feeling like she does right now, 
forever.  Krycek reach down between them, finding her enlarged clit, a 
lofting her to an even higher cloud.

The combination of this man stroking in and out of her and his finger 
dancing along her core sent her into a tailspin.  A sexual overload.  
An erotic downward spiral.  She was close and she told him so.

Scully crushed his mouth against hers in a blinding kiss, into which 
she screamed her orgasm.  Finally able to shout his entire two-syllable 
name.  Once she said it, she couldn't stop.  It became her mantra, his 
name.  Directly from her mouth into his.

She rode out this climax that seemed to last forever as Krycek found 
his own release.  Her internal muscles milking him for every drop, 
wanting to wasting nothing.  She felt him spill into her and heard him 
call her name.

She ran her palms over his sweat glistened face, assuring him that she 
was right there with him.  In all their complexities, they were 
together in this moment.  Sharing each others release.


*****



She awoke to Krycek spooned around her, nuzzling her neck and cupping 
one of her breasts.  She attempted to unfurl herself from his hold but 
he just nudged closer.

"You leaving?"  he asked groggily.

"I probably should.  It'll be light soon and I have an early meeting 
with Skinner."

He shook his head in acknowledgment.  "Yeah, I have a few things to do 
today, too."

"Should I ask what they are?"

"Probably not."  Several minutes passed before he spoke again.  "Did 
you get some sleep?"

"Some, I think.  You?"

"Yeah, some."

Scully laid in his arms think of all the events that transpired...how 
it was that she came to be sleeping in this mans arms.  And she 
remembered something.  "It was the rain."

"Hmm?"

"The rain.  You asked why my hair wasn't as straight as normal.  It got 
wet from the rain."

"Oh."

"I blow dry it straight."

"You shouldn't.  It looks good wavy.  Softer.  It fits you better."

"Thanks."

"Welcome," Krycek replied, giving her breast a gentle squeeze, almost 
like a hug or a kiss on the cheek.  "What happened yesterday?"

"What do you mean?"  she asked turning in his arms.  She never thought 
she'd be the type of woman who'd snuggle up to her partners enemy.  Or 
sleep with a man who tried to take her life.  But she wrapped her arms 
and legs around him and rested her forehead on his.  "Yesterday?"

"Yeah, what happened to send you running to me?  Was it work?"

"Are you trying to get information out of me?"  she laughed.

"Never," he said, feigning offense.  "No, I was just wondering what 
pissed you off so badly that you needed a night with me."

"Nothing."

"Nothing?  Mulder didn't ditch you?"

"Nope."

"Skinner didn't tear you a new one for letting your crazy partner go 
outside bureau protocol?"

She let out sound that she thought might have been a giggle.  Just how 
well does this "enemy" know her?  "No.  Nothing happened."

"Fight with your mother?  I know...it was your brother."

"Seriously, nothing happened."

Krycek backed his head away so he could look at her face.  "Then why'd 
you come here, Scully?"

She gave his question some thought.  "I think I just wanted to."

"You just wanted to?"

"Yeah."

"Oh.  So that's why you got so upset when I asked you earlier.  You 
didn't have a good reason for being with me and that must've scared you 
shitless."

"Probably so.  Actually," she said, stopping to ponder her words.  
"Yes, wanting you scared me."

"And now?"

"Needing you scares me."

"Thank you," he said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"For what?"

"For making me feel useful in a way that didn't involve some cause or 
crusade."

She kissed his lips.  "I should really be thanking you."

"Why?"

"Because you always know exactly what I need...even when I don't."

He returned her kiss.  "So what now happens?"  he asked.

"You mean, do we live happily ever after?"

"Yeah."

"Well, there would be many obstacles to overcome."

"More like brick walls," he mused.

"Improbable odds."

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

"But you know, Scully, I'm here when you need me.  Or want me.  Or just 
want to abuse my body," he added, grinning from ear to ear.  "Or bite 
me.  Or..."

"I get your point, Krycek," she said, amused.

"But seriously..."

"I know."

They laid in his quiet apartment, listening to the rain still beating 
at the windows.  Neither of them wanted to leave the comfort of their 
embrace, knowing that this time could be their last.  Scully foolishly 
hoped not.

"Good thing were not really 'ride off into the sunset' kind of people.  
Right?"  he asked, taking her hand in his.

"I guess so," She wished their lives were different.  "What happens 
when the next impending invasion occurs and we're fighting on opposite 
sides?  Am I supposed to pretend to hate you, for Mulder's sake?  To 
keep up appearances?  I don't know if I can do that."

"I guess we do our jobs.  You on your side and me on mine."  He kissed 
her forehead and smoothed his thumb across her furrowed brow.  "Who 
knows, maybe one day our sides will meet somewhere in the middle."


*******
The End
*******

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Feb.  13, 2004