November 14
Washington, DC
I wake in the middle of the night to the feel and sound of a soft sigh exhaled against the nape of my neck. I'm naked, feeling safe, warm, and sated in Alex's arms and it makes me smile like a lovesick schoolgirl.
I snuggle back against him and sigh myself. He stirs and moans softly.
"God, Dana,' he whispers into my neck, "I still can't believe I'm not just dreaming."
My smile widens at his words. Two or three months ago I wouldn't have envisioned such a scenario in my wildest dreams. "I can't imagine you ever would have dreamt about this."
I feel him shaking his head as he chuckles. "Dana, every man in the Hoover Building dreams about taking you to bed."
I laugh and shake my head at his joke. "You're insane."
"And about half the women."
"Completely insane."
"If you ever heard the comments I've heard you'd never stop kicking their asses. You should probably start by kicking mine."
My eyes open wide at that. Alex talked about me? At the FBI? All those years ago? "What did you say about me?"
"Nothing that everyone present didn't agree with 100%."
"Everyone present? God, Alex, who was there?"
"Hmm...I guess the longest conversation I had about you was with Ferarra, Chapman, Powell, and Smith. And Mulder, of course."
That last one makes me gasp. "Alex! You talked about me in front of Mulder?"
"We talked about you WITH Mulder. We went out for beers and we were all asking him how he could stand it...being around you day in and day out."
"Stand it? That's pretty grim."
He chuckles at that. "Stand being around the drop-dead-gorgeous, uber-sexy Agent Scully without jumping her bones or spontaneously combusting."
"What!?"
"We couldn't believe it when he told us nothing physical had ever happened between you two. That he hadn't even tried. I remember Smith, in particular, was truly appalled by that."
"I hope he kicked all your asses."
"He said something along the lines of you being an excellent agent whose intelligence, dedication and integrity made him proud to have you as a partner...and that you deserved our utmost respect. He also made it clear that we were all degenerate, puerile, Stone Aged, misogynistic pigs for placing so much emphasis on your looks instead of appreciating your brains and skills as an investigator and a pathologist. He also mentioned a couple of creative ways he'd inflict real harm on any of us if he ever even suspected that our lascivious comments ever got back to you."
This makes me smile warmly, loving that my partner appreciated me and defended me even all those years ago. "Thank you, Mulder."
"And then he said that some days it was a living hell. Said stakeouts were the worst because your scent drove him to distraction. Oh, and your skirts. You should know that he's a leg man, Dana, and it's really just cruel of you to wear anything other than pants."
"He did NOT!"
"He said that every single time you wore your red suit-a suit that lives on to this day in FBI folklore, by the way-he'd have to 'relieve himself', I think is how he put it, in the bathroom at least once before lunch."
"Alex! He did NOT!"
"And at least once after lunch."
"ALEX!"
"Your utter cluelessness about your effect on the opposite sex is one of your most charming features, Dana. Although now that I've been introduced to so many of your other charms, I'm finding it a bit difficult to decide which ones I like most." His hand cups my hip and he grinds his erection against me.
I moan his name and slowly our hips begin to undulate. What were we talking about?
"I can't believe you would tease Mulder like that."
His fingers find my nipple as his lips and tongue begin to explore my neck. I feel a small, cool, wet spot on my ass, lubricating our flesh and eliciting a moan from Alex.
"I didn't tease Mulder. But you sure as hell did. I'm sure you still do."
"Alex…" I start to admonish him, but he's maneuvered my hip into position and slid his cock into the crack of my ass.
"Poor Mulder. You were so fucking cute. So smart and defiant and confident. So full of piss and vinegar. It was adorable and alluring. But, god, Dana." His hips begin to grind in earnest against me now. "We had no idea. No fucking idea how absolutely...stunning...you were going to become. How incredibly, ridiculously sexy you would become. And poor Mulder...poor Mulder has had to endure it every. single. day. Watching from across his damn desk, watching you blossom into this…" He pulls away from me suddenly, rolls me onto my back, crawls over me with the graceful, feral power of a lion, and locks his eyes on mine. "Into a fucking goddess."
His pupils are dilated, his lids thick and heavy as he studies my face, my eyes, my mouth. He's rendered me speechless again.
My eyes drift closed as he lowers his face to mine, places his lips softly against my left eyelid.
"Rati," he whispers with reverence, and kisses the lid sweetly.
He shifts to the other eye, "Bastet." Kiss.
He brushes the tip of my nose with his own, then places his lips there. "Inanna." Kiss.
His entire body drops gently down against mine, and my legs and arms automatically reach up for him, wrap around him, his lips now on my upturned chin. "Venus." Kiss.
His cock nudges my swollen, dripping entrance and his mouth comes down on my lips, kissing me properly, stealing my breath, his tongue dueling with mine until we have to come up to gasp for air. We look at each other, wide-eyed now, in awe of this force of nature that we can create together.
He pushes his hips slowly, feeding me only a taste of his desire. Making me gasp.
"Aphrodite." His lips come down on mine once more as he pushes home, languidly, cock and tongue penetrating in tandem. He bears his weight on his elbows and sweeps both arms under my shoulders, cupping them gently and pulling them down in counter to each sweet, delicious thrust.
I'm drunk on his passion, on his astounding worship, on his gentleness, his reverence, his awe and adoration. My hands rest on his biceps, thrilling at the tensing and releasing of the muscles under my fingers, the power they contain, as he rocks into my body. My feet rest at his hips, knees wide and folded between us, allowing him easy access to my sex.
I have never felt so open. Open to being penetrated, open to being loved, open to giving love. Open enough to entertain the idea that maybe, just maybe, I might be falling in love with Alex Krycek. This joining is slow, sensuous, unhurried. His hips tantalize me with their long, smooth, rocking motion. There is an innocence, an honesty, a vulnerability to it. An earnestness for deep, authentic connection. Connection of every kind, in every sense.
I am completely overwhelmed by it. I feel loved, adored, strong, safe. I feel whole. I feel complete. I don't want this to end.
His eyes lock on mine again, and I see it...all of it...reflected back to me. And I smile softly, trying to beam my love and joy and reverence to him, even as my tears begin to well up with the intensity of it all. "Alex."
"God, Dana." He kisses my mouth softly.
We sigh and moan and taste the saline of our mingled tears. We smile and laugh and moan some more. I bring my hand to his face, rest my palm gently on his stubbled cheek.
"God, Dana!" his neck arches, head thrown back as he shudders against me, every muscle holding me tight against him, and I feel the thrilling spasm in my womb as he begins to empty himself inside. My own climax starts on the end of his. It's soft and slow and gentle this time, and he pumps leisurely through it, drawing it out, even as he softens.
It's amazing.
It's perfect.