Title: Her First Lover
Author: Batela (email@example.com)
Category: Krycek and Scully
Rating: NC17 m/f romance
Disclaimer: That hunk over at Fox Studios and 1013 Productions Chris Carter owns them. Some people have all the luck.
Archive: yes, just let me know.
Spoilers: slight spoiler for Sleeper
Summery: Takes place when Scully was teaching at Quantico and Krycek was at the academy. Come on, what are the chances of them not having met there?
(Note: I have no idea how long it takes to go through Quantico, so I freely admit to taking some poetic license. Mea culpa. Also, I,m making Alex younger than Scully even though in real life Nick is older than Gillian, by what? Almost 10 years? Keeps his age well, doesn,t our Nick? Almost 40? Nick, just a hug and I could die a happy woman!)
Scully stared at the door for a while after Mulder left with his new partner. Facing Alex again was unexpected, painful. Something told her not to tell Mulder about her past with Alex. Apparently Alex felt the same; he had held out his hand as though meeting a stranger. She used the excuse of contaminated gloves so as not to touch him. It would have killed her to feel him again.
Quantico FBI Academy
5 Years earlier
Awareness slowly arose in him, his stomach still feeling a little shaky. The last thing he remembered was Dr. Scully cutting into the cadaver with the initial Y-incision.
"Well, welcome back to the land of the living." A pleasant feminine voice said from somewhere above him. His blurry vision formed a face. Dr. Scully, smiling gently at him.
"Mr. Krycek, are you alright now? You fainted." He could believe it; he never did well with gore. Amusing considering that he was a student at the FBI academy.
"Yes, Ma,am. Sorry about that." He winced as he sat up. He was on the couch in her office.
"Not a problem, Mr. Krycek, you,d be surprised how often new students faint at my feet. Here, drink this." She said handing him a cup of water.
"Thank you." He took a deep gulp and shuddered. A small hand pushed his head down between his knees.
"Just breath." The hand ruffled his hair lightly before stepping away.
"Tell me something, Alex is it? Why did you choose the FBI if you have this reaction to death?" He lifted his head and looked at her making her notice his astonishing green eyes, the rounded shape of his lids making him look like a cat.
"At this moment, I honestly don,t know. I guess I thought I wanted to research crimes. I didn,t want to work my way up the police to detective, too much death there. Doesn,t make sense, does it?" He leaned back, resting his head on the back of the couch. Dr. Scully pursed her lips and sat behind her desk.
"No, not really, but that,s ok. I take it you won,t be going into the Violent Crimes division."
He laughed weakly.
"I hope not."
Scully looked at the clock on the wall; 1530 hours.
"Tell you what, Alex. It,s quitting time; I,m hungry. Why don,t you go get some rest?" The young man help up a hand to forestall her.
"I,m hungry myself, will you let me treat you to dinner? Sort of an I,m sorry for disrupting your class? Please." His soft-spoken plea overcame her better judgement. His eyes glittered at her.
Exactly at 6 o,clock, Alex arrived at her door. Scully appreciated punctuality. To be otherwise was rude and inconsiderate. She looked him over as she shut the door behind her and walked with him out to his car. She felt like she was on a date. He was dressed in black jeans with a neatly ironed crease down the front of the legs and a forest green turtleneck under a black formal jacket. Scully was surprised to see a small glint of green at his left ear. Hmm, he wore an earring when out of classes, a tiny emerald chip, bringing out the color of his eyes. Scully shivered, trying to suppress the woman inside who had a secret yearning for bad boys. He could ma,am her all he wanted, but she had a feeling that there was a passionate nature under that well-mannered exterior.
"That,s a nice outfit, Dr. Scully." He said, looking down at her maroon skirt and blouse.
"Thank you, you look nice yourself. We,re not in class, you can call me Dana, Alex." He smiled shyly at her as he handed her into the car.
It had been a long time since Scully had such a nice evening out. Her companion was charming, witty, and took an interest in her opinions. The last man she went to dinner with talked only about himself, not letting her finish a sentence. The restaurant was a quiet out of the way place with a house band that played soft romantic music. Although tall and solidly built, he was a good dancer, light on his feet. He hummed absently in her ear as they gently weaved on the floor. He smelled so good, clean of soap and a light aftershave. Scully could feel her face flush and knew she was in trouble. The good Catholic girl was disappearing and was being replaced by a hot-blooded passionate Irish lass. She needed to get away before she did something she,d have to confess on Saturday.
"Uh, Alex? I think that maybe we should get going. I have an early class in the morning." He looked at her and nodded.
"Yes, of course, I should have thought of that, Dana."
The drive back to her apartment was pleasant. His manners still in attendance, he walked her to the front door of the building and waited while she unlocked the door.
"Dana, do you hike? I,m going on Saturday, would you like to come with me? We,ll bring a picnic."
"That sounds like fun, Alex, sure." Maybe the physical exertion would work off the energy he was creating in her.
He smiled and hesitated before bending down and kissing her cheek and then walking back to his car. Scully sighed; then again maybe it wouldn,t help.
For six weeks Dana and Alex saw each other, sometimes lunch and a movie, sometimes dinner and dancing. No one had ever given Dana the kind of attention that Alex had. She knew she was in trouble when she realized that she was falling in love with him. He had begun kissing her quite often, making her feel like a teenager making out on the couch, but he never pushed her for more than she was willing to give. Not that she didn,t want to. Dana was discovering that cold showers worked with women as well as men.
Tonight however, might be different. She was tired of being 30 and a virgin. Although afraid of how she would feel in the morning, she knew he would be gentle and considerate. How could she let him know? Would he be scared off? How many Hail Mary,s would her priest make her say?
Reclining on her couch, her lips swollen from his kisses, she rested her head on his chest, listening to the soothing sound of his heartbeat. His hand gently stroked her hair, caressing her neck and down her back. It amused her that he practically purred when he was content. With his brown-black hair and green eyes, he reminded her of a lion. She reached up and gently touched the emerald in his ear.
"It,s almost the same color as your eyes. Most emeralds are lighter, did it take you long to find this one?" She hoped he didn,t feel the nervous tremor in her finger.
"I got lucky. A cousin is a jeweler so I had him keep a lookout for it. He sold it to me at cost, too." He turned his head to look at her. He stroked a finger down her cheek and lifted her chin. He gently brushed his mouth over hers, nibbling at her lower lip and then stroking it with his tongue. The tease had learned fast that he could get her moaning with that technique. He put his other arm around her waist and guided her onto her back. As he put him mouth more firmly over hers, suckling at her tongue, he slowly circled his hand higher and higher until he was delicately cupping her breast, teasing the nipple through the fabric of her tee-shirt. She clutched at his shoulders, her breath ragged. Alex lifted his head and looked at her.
"Dana, I want to ask you a personal question and I don,t want you to get upset or anything, ok?" She struggled for control of her insides and nodded.
"I want to make love to you, you know that, right?" Dana could feel the heat on her face as she nodded again.
"This wouldn,t have occurred to me because of your age, but, now this isn,t a complaint just an observation, but some of your responses are of an innocent. Are you a virgin?" Suddenly needing to hide from him out of shame or embarrassment, she tried to leave his arms, but he tightened his hold.
"No, it,s alright. Shh." He put a hand on the back of her head and cradled her at his neck, stroking her into stillness. He could feel his shirt getting damp and cursed himself for causing her to cry.
"Honey, this is nothing for you to be embarrassed about. If you don,t want to do anything, that,s alright. We can stay as we are; I won,t do anything you don,t want to do, no pressure. I would like to be your first lover, if you,d like that. I won,t hurt you. Will you let me teach you?" He lifted her face from his neck and wiped her tears with his thumb, planting butterfly kisses on her eyes and cheeks.
"I do want you to, but I don,t want to disappoint you." She whispered.
"You could never disappoint me, honey. We can take it nice and slow, we have all the time in the world. Yes?" he lifted her chin until her eyes met his. She drew a shuddering breath and nodded. He smiled gently at her and unwound from her so that she could stand up. He took her hand and led her to her bedroom.
She stood in the center of the room, unsure of what to do. Alex took her in his arms, just holding her until she relaxed. He kissed her softly, letting her get back into familiar space.
"If you want to stop at any point, any time at all, you just let me know. I can,t read minds, so you need to tell me what you need, what you want. If it doesn,t feel good, say so. Understand?" he murmured into her ear before bathing the lobe with his tongue.
"Yes." She whispered, lost in the sensation of his lips and teeth pulling at the skin of her neck. She almost moaned in protest when he stepped back from her. He lifted his shirt off, tossing it onto a chair. Dana stared at his smooth chest, almost entirely absent of hair but developed nicely. He took her hands and placed them on his skin.
"Exploration is not only permitted, but highly encouraged." He said gently teasing her. Being a doctor, Dana knew scientifically, what the human physical responses were, but as a woman she was in new territory. The men she usually touched were already dead. Taking a page from her physiology classes, she stroked his chest, amazed at how soft his skin was, the heat of his body went right through her, just the smell of his pheromones made her knees weak. She stroked a tentative finger over a nipple, surprised when it budded up into a pebble, making Alex draw a breath.
He slowly gathered up the hem of her shirt, making her aware of his intentions, letting her stop it if she needed to. Trustingly, she lifted her arms so that he could lift the shirt off, tossing it on top of his own. He caressed her trim waist, slowly but firmly raising his hands until they covered her breasts. He bent to kiss her, opening her mouth with his tongue as he reached around to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor. He leaned back to look at her bared breasts.
"You,re beautiful, Dana." He groaned, making her arch her back as he delicately stroked her breasts with one hand, while the other stayed around her waist, holding her up. He plucked at her nipples before bending to take them into his mouth. She cried out, gasping, feeling a mouth on her for the first time. She shivered as she felt his hand travel lower, to the button of her jeans.
"Ok?" he asked.
"Please, Alex, this feels so good." She said, putting her hand over his, encouraging him to continue.
He unsnapped her jeans and unzipped them, letting them drop to the floor. She pulled her feet from them and kicked them aside. He knelt before her and gently drew her panties from her, looking at the thick patch of auburn curls that he intended to worship at before the night was through. He leaned forward, pressing kisses on her belly before standing up. His eyes drank in every inch of her; her breasts which he knew fit into his hands perfectly, and her hips, wide with feminine generosity. He stepped back and took off his jeans, unable to keep his eyes from her as she stood there looking like the Venus of the old myths.
He took her arms and placed them around his waist, drawing her close. She could feel him against her, her breasts against his chest, his penis against her curls, making her ache strangely, almost like a cramp. He framed her face with his hands, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs and looking into her eyes before lowering his mouth to kiss her. He pressed his mouth to hers, gently kissing it open. She received him, welcomed him, his tongue meeting hers. She didn,t think anyone could taste so sweet, or have a tongue that would be as soft as velvet. She tightened her arms, giving a little mew in the back of her throat, his tongue tried to find that sound.
He caressed her shoulders, moving to her back, knowing she liked her back rubbed gently. From her shoulders to the base of her spine he caressed her, his hands going lower and lower until the molded to her bottom, grinding her against his hardening penis. Dana took a chance to begin exploring and followed his movements, lowering her hands to his tight butt, instinctively squeezing him gently, firmly. She felt her knees weaken and he stepped back to lower her to the bed. For the first time she looked at his erection. The muscle jutted out from its nest of brown curls. He was so beautiful.
He lay down next to her, on his side to face her. He reached out and lightly ran his hand over her breasts, pausing to squeeze them gently and to rub his thumb across a nipple, making it pebble hard. Dana cried out again when he lowered his head to take it into his mouth. He licked it and worried at it, gently teasing it with his teeth and tongue.
"Here, you do it." He whispered hoarsely, taking her hand, placing her fingers against his left nipple. She hesitantly touched him, so familiar yet unexplored. She looked at the other nipple, closer to her mouth, while her hand caressed the first one. It seemed to beg for attention, so she dared to place her tongue against it. Alex responded by taking a deep breath.
He ran his hand down her side, drawing her leg up and over his hip. Her head fell back to the bed at the touch of his knee at her center. He let her leg fall back down and moved over her, straddling her hips. He leaned down, taking time with her mouth, loving the taste of her tongue. She could feel his penis brush against her belly, making her restless forsomething. He moved down, tasting every inch of her breasts, sucking her nipples until she started to writhe beneath him. He placed kisses along her ribcage and over her stomach, his tongue tasting, his teeth gently nipping. He dipped his tongue into her navel.
"Open your legs, honey, let me taste you there." He gently urged her. She opened and he moved his legs so that she would have more room. He grasped her under her knees, lifting them and widening them. She was already dripping onto the blanket as he gazed down at her. Her vagina seemed to wink at him as he took a finger and delicately ran it over her clit, making her jump and cry out. He did it again, a little harder. Instinctively, she ran her hands up his arms, snaking her fingers into his hair. He obeyed and lowered his head to her. God, she smelled so good. Sweet, musky, salty, there was no smell or taste in all of nature that compared to a woman. His hands held her hips still as he flicked his tongue over her, first tasting the deep recesses along the sides of her clit, making her squirm, and then taking her clit between his lips, sucking on it, his own private
lollypop. He paused, lifting his head.
"I,m going to put my fingers inside you, honey, it might hurt a little at first. Just relax. Tell me to stop if you need to. Alright?" She nodded, still a little out of it over the clit action.
He gently worked in one finger, waiting for her to relax, stoking her clit with the other thumb. He looked up at her face, watching the emotions cross it. A tear fell, but he could see it was from emotional release not pain. As more room was made for his finger, he added a second one. He lowered his mouth again to her clit, sucking harder at it to take her mind off his fingers. He could feel her muscles clench around his fingers and knew she was close to cumming. Her hips bucked and she tried to stop herself.
"Let it go, babe, just go with it. Go with the waves, ride them, don,t try to control them, not now. We have all the time in the world. Cum for me, honey." He urged her on. He moved his fingers faster and rubbed her clit harder and harder until she screamed his name, her hips riding a foot off the ground. He continued his ministrations, slowing down as she did, until she calmed again.
As she gasped for breath, he slid back next to her. He pushed her hair from her face. He kissed her, giving her a taste of herself from his mouth.
"Do you want to explore me?" He asked her softly, not pushing her for something she wasn,t ready for. She nodded and he rolled over onto his back. She knelt next to him, looking at him, his penis engorged with cum waiting for release.
Not knowing where to begin, she followed his moves. She leaned over, hesitantly kissing him, feeling more confident of herself when he opened his mouth to accept her exploring tongue. She plunged deep into his mouth, drinking up as much of him as she could. He tasted like guava, she thought. She kissed his jaw, moving to his neck, which was salty with clean sweat. She discovered that his earlobes were sensitive. She kissed and tasted along his shoulders and over his chest, pausing at his nipples, gently teasing one with her teeth and the other with her nails, pleased with his reaction.
She followed the line of muscle down to his stomach; he sucked his belly in as her hair tickled his sides. She paused and sat up, staring at his penis so close to her face.
"Remember, nothing you don,t want to do." He said, stoking her arm with a finger. She reached out a hand, her fingers gently touching him, surprised when his penis seemed to leap into her hand. He was hard to her touch, yet soft at the same time, the skin seeming to be separate from the rest of it, sliding over the rock hard muscle with ease. The head of it was velvety soft and he moaned when she ran the tips of her fingers over it. The smell of him seemed to hit the pheromone centers of her brain and her mouth started to water, wanting to taste him. She leaned down, darting her tongue out to him, getting a taste of the fluid seeping out from the tiny hole in the tip. Salty. She leaned down for another taste, kissing the head. She took him more firmly in hand and brazenly ran her tongue around him before opening her mouth to take more of him. Her jaw was a bit stiff at first, making her choke a little.
"Relax your throat muscles, like saying ahh for the doctor." Alex whispered, touching her throat and jaw. She did as he suggested and was able to take him into her mouth, enjoying the salty taste of him. Remembering a page from a book, she explored every inch of him with her mouth and tongue before she gently ran her teeth over the tip, pleased to hear his groan.
"I,m going to cum soon, do you want to taste it or do you want to ride it?" he asked her. "I can,t hold out for much longer." She looked up at him, trepidation in her eyes. She made a motion to lay down, but he stopped her. He jumped up from the bed and took his wallet out of his pants pocket, taking a condom out. He placed it there a few weeks earlier, in hopes of her saying yes. He lay back down, rolling it on his erection.
"Straddle my hips, honey. Take me into you at your pace." She climbed over him, steadying herself with his hands.
"Hold my penis and position me. Slowly lower yourself. Or sit down fast, however you want to do it." He instructed as calmly as he could. She took him in hand, so to speak, a little embarrassed at how wet she was. Instinct took over as soon as she felt his penis touch her core. She lowered herself onto him, pausing at a little bit of discomfort. Alex reached down, pushing his hand in next to hers, finding her clit. As he stroked her, she almost came again. Her vagina relaxed some more and his penis slipped into her. She lowered herself the rest of the way, feeling the strange fullness within her.
"Now lift up and lower yourself again, but not so high that I fall out. Just do it over and over, nice even motion, up and down. Find your rhythm." He said, his hands on her hips, encouraging her. She rose up again, just a little and sat back down, amazed at the sensations it caused. She leaned over him a little more, setting her hips at a more comfortable angle, her hands on the blanket next to his shoulders. A sudden imp made her lean in to steal a kiss as she rocked her hips down. He groaned and moved his hands to her bottom, squeezing and kneading her globes like bread dough, moving his hands up her legs again, to her chest to gently pinch her nipples and tug at them. He could feel her getting ready to orgasm and knew he was about to also. He could no longer hold back. He grabbed her butt again, moving her faster and harder down onto him. As the pressure build up inside them both, he gasped as the floodgates opened and he shot straight up into her. He reached down the front between them, finding her clit and rubbing it roughly between his fingers, making her scream his name again, clenching her muscles around his penis buried deep inside of her.
She collapsed onto his chest, her chest heaving. He could feel her tears soaking him. She looked up at him; her wet face was beautiful.
"Are you ok?" he asked after she stopped quivering, lowering her onto the bed next to him. She nodded.
"Oh, Alex, that was so" she waved her hands, unable to find the words. He chuckled gently and leaned down to kiss her, gently stroking her wherever he could reach. He made his way down her chest and belly, parting her legs with his hands.
"Let me make sure you,re not bleeding, babe." He said softly, drawing her knees up. He parted her labia, her pubic hair glistened with her juices. He didn,t see any blood so he lowered his head and delicately licked her clean. A small tremor went through her as he gently licked at her clit before entering her redden vagina with his tongue, finding a pool of her cum. He heard her sigh and knew she was done for a while.
Alex climbed back up to her, pulled off the condom, tying a knock at the top so that his semen wouldn,t spill out and dropped it over the side of the bed. He,d throw it away in a little bit. He rolled over so that she could rest on his chest.
"Thank you, Alex. All I could think about was horror stories of first times. You made this perfect for me." She pressed light kisses on his skin before settling into the curve of his shoulder.
"No, Dana, you made this perfect because you trusted me."
Scully stared at the door. No, she could never tell Mulder. Alex had taught her the joys of herself, for that she would always remember him and be thankful for him.