Title: Sweet Surrender
Author: Carla
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Rating: R for language, violence and sexuality
Summary: Alex Krycek and Sandra meet up again, learning more about each other and
especially Sandra's past.
Notes: This is part of the In a World called Catastrophe series, this is the 2nd one. Read An Ode
to Maybe first.
Chapter 2
PleaseYou're killing me
Please
You're killing me
with all these questions
-Chris Issak "Please"
Four weeks had passed after the appearance of the bed and still no sign of anyone, especially Alex Krycek.
The night of the appearance Sandra had searched all over the bed and then all over the house for any clues but there hadn't been anything. She hadn't even attempted to sleep that night, instead she had sat at the top of the stairs holding a gun Alex had given her.
Sandra had stayed a few nights in a hotel but since she was going to continue eating, she had to go back home.
Anger welled up inside her as she started to walk, she had been so stupid with Alex Krycek. She had given him her whole heart but all he gave her was good-bye.
He had played her for the fool she was, he had told her he loved her but in the end, Alex Krycek loved no one but himself. Actually, that wasn't even true, he had no heart, just an animalistic need for survival. He didn't care who he stepped on, who he hurt, as long as he was the final survivor. The winner.
He had taken her away from her life, taken away any plans she had. He made her start over, without even asking her opinion. He had promised her a life and left her to live it by herself.
Sandra had been so naive to believe that she could change him, that she could save him from himself. What she should have been doing was saving herself from him. He was like a virus that seeped into her system, first deluding her into thinking he was good inside, that his intentions were just. Then he had aroused her curiosity and her body. That night they had sex was nothing but built up anger and fear. For him it was for power, he could have killed her at the climax, that would have been perfectly Krycek.
The last and final blow, was love, a manipulated, deceitful lie. He had ripped her heart out of her throat, while sipping on a beer.
As if she was nothing.
As if she didn't matter.
She took a deep breath and slowly quelled her bitterness, instead she concentrated on the concrete moving beneath her feet.
Her speed fastened, she could feel someone behind her, though she couldn't see anyone. That was another 'perk' she had attained recently, an increase in sensitivity to everything. It had been slow developing, she'd only started noticing it recently...at another time like this.
She'd been walking home from work when she felt a somewhat familiar presence, though she couldn't see anyone. She had run home as fast as she could but since nothing happened, she summed it up to lack of sleep. But when she was asleep, she had such strange dreams, one of which was a man in her room.
In her dream, she had been sleeping when she felt someone touch her face, her eyes slowly opened to see a man, his face shadowed in the dark, bending over on her right side. He slowly lowered himself to the bed, his hand stroking her neck, while her hand graced over his face. His lips slowly descended on hers, kissing her so softly, she could barely feel it.
Her other hand cupped the left side of his face, pulling him into a deeper kiss. He slowly moved on top of her, the kiss becoming more passionate and faster. His tongue dived into her mouth, as hers curled around it.
She unbuttoned his shirt, as he suckled her neck and then pushed her shirt up to her neck and moved his mouth to her chest. Her hands ran across the muscles of his chest, wanting so badly to press her mouth against it.
Sandra pushed the blankets that were between them, down and popped the button on his jeans. He leaned back to sit on her legs as he pulled down her pants, bringing her leg up to his lips, to pull the pants all the way down. He rubbed her knee against his cheek and licked the back of her knee.
Sandra closed her eyes, her senses truly heightened and she felt him hard between her legs. She moaned as he entered her, not wanting to open her eyes, afraid the dream would be over if she did.
The next morning, she awoke feeling better than she had since before her mysterious bed had arrived. Thinking it was only a dream, she had gotten up but, to her surprise, she had found her pants sitting down at the bottom of the bed. And if she really strained, she could smell cologne.
Alex's cologne.