TITLE: "Morning Glory VII: Only You" (1/1)
AUTHOR: Isahunter
CATEGORY: V, WIP, Krycek/Other (No slash)
SPOILERS: Up to One Son, S6
ARCHIVE: Yes, please.
FEEDBACK: Isahunter@aol.com
DISCLAIMERS: The characters of "The X-Files" do not belong to me, but rather to CC, 1013,
and FOX. Also, the lyrics to the song, "Trust" by the Cure (from the album entitled Wish, on
Elektra Records) were used without permission. And no, I don't own "Hello Kitty" either. No
copyright infringement intended in any case.
SUMMARY: How can a man who trades in lies expect to be believed to tell the truth?
NOTES: Continuation of my series, "Morning Glory," which can be found

For Tara Avery and Sister Moon, two of my favorite authors...who don't write nearly often
enough. Yep, that's a hint girls!
"There is no one left in the world, that I can hold on to
There is really no one left all...there is only you
And if you leave me now, you leave all that we were undone
There is really no one left...you are the only one
It's still the hardest part for you, to put your trust in me
I love you more than I can say...why won't you just believe?"
--Trust by The Cure.

She smelled like a million different memories.

The sweet scent of shampoo, from the first time they'd met. The slightest tang of sweat, from
when she'd awakened from a nightmare to his touch. The musky hint of arousal, from every time
he'd drowned himself in the damp embrace of her body. Each note of fragrance unique, a
perfume all her own. So familiar he could smell it in his dreams. So rich and haunting, it
impregnated his senses.

She sat before him on the bed, her head bent forward in a tangled mess of bittersweet curls, her
chilled fingers working loose the button on his jeans. He could feel every hair on his body
standing at attention. Her fingernails scraped against his flesh, causing the over-sensitized skin of
his belly to flinch. She glanced up at him, her silvery eyes sparkling.


He didn't answer. He could only stare at her moist lips, running his thumb over them in
amazement. She had the mouth of a woman kissed a million times, lips still swollen and red from
the last attack. The pout of a spoiled little girl, with the devilish smirk of a tease. He bent over her,
bracing his hand on the bed beside her, and claimed those lips. Staking his territory. Dragging the
softness into his mouth and savoring every texture. And when he pushed her back onto the bed
with his weight, those lips smiled under his.

"Can't you wait?" she whispered, brushing against his mouth.

"Not this time." His voice sounded harsh, even to his own ears. "Need you now."

Her hand squeezed between them to tug at his zipper as he ravaged her lips, making them more
puffy than they already were. He shifted his weight, accommodating her as she began shoving
tight denim off his hips. Her hands slid over his ass, molding to every surface, covering,
embracing. Holding tight as his hips began to shift against her. She broke away from his lips,
holding his gaze as the stiff bulge of his cotton-concealed cock nudged between her legs. She
stared at him, eyes moving rapidly between his gaze, and she didn't have to say a word for him
to know something had changed.

"What is it?"


He'd seen that look before, yet never from Sabryn. He couldn't shake the icy sensation in the pit
of his gut.

"Are you afraid of me?"

She smiled, tried to laugh at the comment, but wasn't quite successful. "Why would I be?"

"I don't know. I'd never hurt you."

"I know that."

"So what's that look for?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Alex. I was waiting for you...I want you inside me."

"I might have made some irrational choices in my life, but there's no reason for you to be afraid
of me."

"And I'm not." She was starting to sound impatient. "I vehemently hate some of the things you've
done. That much is true. And I don't entirely understand the reasoning. But I can deal with that
later. It's Christmas, and you're here...and I've missed you. I wasn't sure I was ever going to see
you again, so I'd just like to be close to you."

He exhaled, breath he hadn't even known he was holding. "All right."

The hand she still had trapped under his hip slid down to lazily caress his balls through the fabric
of his boxer briefs. He groaned, closing his eyes at the contact, using the subtle slide of his body
to direct her movements. By the time she'd stopped stroking his cock and started shoving his
shorts down his legs, he could barely breathe.

He could feel his erection spring free from the waist band just as he was yanking her night shirt
out of the way. Without taking the time to prepare her, he shoved himself inside her and felt her
fingernails dig into his lower back. He began thrusting immediately, too far gone to pause, barely
hearing the soft panting in his ear. She lifted her legs, wrapped them around his waist, her knees
bent high, allowing him to plunge even deeper. Hands on his jaw, she kissed him...her pleading
moans reverberating against his lips. It felt like mere seconds before he began to convulsively
empty himself inside her. Shaking from head to toe, he let out a harsh groan as he felt her pull
him even tighter into her embrace.

He settled his weight on top of her, his face buried against her neck, his ragged breathing stirring
her sweat-damp hair.

"I'm sorry."

"It's OK. Felt good."

"How could it? I slammed into you and was finished in three minutes."

He could feel her cheek bunch as she smiled. "It wouldn't have mattered if you'd finished in three
seconds." Her hands slid down his back, smoothing over sweaty skin, fingers sliding under the
harness for his prosthesis to soothe friction-rubbed flesh. "This is my favorite part. Just lying

"I will never understand women."

She giggled softly. "Good. That's the idea."

He reared back on his elbow to stare at her. "When was the last time you had your period?"

"Don't worry about it, Romeo. I started having cramps yesterday."

He'd never said he was worried, exactly. Curious, maybe. Settling back down on her chest, he
kissed her neck. "Just so long as you don't turn into a PMS nightmare."

Gasping, she slapped him hard on the ass.

"Ow! Ooh, do that again."

"No, you jerk."

He grinned, feeling the slight fluctuations of her inner muscles at the comment. She made a slight
sound of disappointment as he slid out of her, but quickly changed her tune when he dipped
down to bury his face between her breasts. Licking at her flesh, nibbling, sucking at her nipples.
She arched her back, practically purring in ecstasy.

Wait a minute--

He glanced behind him to see Cheeser sitting by the door, purring contentedly as she watched his
every move.

"God damn it!"

"What--" Sabryn lifted herself onto her elbow. "Aww. Here, kitty kitty."

"Don't call her over here!"

Too late. The cat hopped up onto the bed and started rubbing herself against them, purring louder
than an engine.


"Alex, how can you be so mean? She's sweet."

He looked at the cat's smug expression as Sabryn scratched it behind the ears. "She's a pain in
the ass is what she is. She never leaves me alone."

"Then why did you bring her?"

"My landlady forced me to."

"Forced Alex Krycek?" She smirked. "That'll be the day."

He grunted in disgust. "I can't do this with that cat watching me."

"I hate to tell you this, but it looks like you already did."

He was reaching for the cat, to put her out, when Sabryn slapped his hand away.

"Leave her alone." She smiled at the cat as it curled up against the pillows and closed its eyes.
"I've always loved animals. They love you when no one else does."

He stared at her for a moment, watching the slight sadness wash over her face before she looked
back at him. She held his gaze for a long while before drifting in to a heartbreaking smile. She
honestly didn't know, did she?

"Where were we before we were interrupted?"

"Right about here," he said, sliding down until his knees hit the floor.

He grasped her thigh and pulled it over his shoulder, kissing the soft skin inside, before burying
his face between her legs. A few minutes later, she really was purring.


The bright red blush on Sabryn's face had nothing to do with the lazy circles Alex's fingers were
making on the inside of her thigh. Her eyes glittering with laughter, she gazed back at the cat
behind her and buried her face against the pillow.

Sometime before sunrise, he'd awakened to feel her curled up against his side, his harness
removed, the cat lying on the pillow beside her, the sweat-dampened sheets tangled around their
legs. After several sessions of vigorous lovemaking, they'd fallen asleep smiling...an unusual idea,
in his mind. Before her, he'd never even actually 'slept' with a woman, let alone been happy
about it. And when she'd opened her eyes and smirked at him, he almost hadn't been able to stop
himself from taking her again. But out of courtesy for her sore muscles, he'd let the moment slip
away for a while. Instead, he'd asked her to tell him more about how she'd grown up as a child.
Even though he'd immediately regretted the topic, expecting depressing stories of solitude, she'd
surprised him by discussing her more embarrassing moments in school.

Giggling slightly, she met his gaze. "In seventh grade health class, we had two weeks of sex
education studies..."


"Yeah. Well, we were each given an assignment, to give a report of a certain part of the
reproductive system and describe it's function. We were supposed to illustrate the cover of the
report and turn it in at the end of the two weeks...but, since I was absent when the assignment
was actually given out, I didn't realize we were going to read the reports in front of the class."

Alex could feel the smile coming to his face, but tried to stifle it. She already looked red enough.

"I didn't really like the teacher and I thought the assignment was stupid, so I picked a topic and
put my report together at the last minute. When I got to class and found out we were reading
them out loud, I was mortified. Later, it came to my turn to read my report, and I tried to wiggle
my way out of it, but I couldn't. So I had to go up there with my report, that had a big cartoon of
a white cat's head on it..."

"Please tell me you didn't give a sex-ed report about a pussy."

She covered her face in her hands. "No, it's worse than that."


She answered him, but the words were muffled behind her hands.

Pulling them away, he looked at her clenched eyelids and said, "I didn't hear that."

"I said, my report was called 'Hello, Clitty.'"

His sudden shout of laughter made her eyes fly open and she hurried to cover his mouth. The cat
flinched on the pillow next to her. "Shhh! You'll wake everyone up."

His shoulders still shaking, Alex laughed, with genuine uncontrolled amusement, for the first time
in longer than he could remember. When he was finally able to breathe, he pulled her hand away.

"What did this report say?"

"Well...I basically told them that the clitoris is for sexual pleasure for females...but that men don't
know what it's for, as evidenced by my brother...who, when asked, didn't even know what one

He laughed again, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her on top of him. "I'm sure he'd be glad
to know you told your entire class that much."

"Well, hopefully, for Caroline's sake, he's learned since then. But I don't want to ask."

"Probably a good idea. What did your teacher say?"

"I think he was offended. I got a F."

"He obviously didn't know what you were talking about."

Resting her chin on his chest, she stared up at him. "What about you? What was your most
embarrassing moment?"

"Hmmm...probably when I tried to break into Missy Dawkins' bedroom one night after her dad
grounded her. Only I got into the wrong room and damned near ended up fucking her little sister
by mistake."

Sabryn gasped. "How old was she?"

"Fourteen...but she sure as hell felt older."

"You didn't know it wasn't Missy?"

"It was dark and she didn't say anything. I already had her pajamas off by the time I kissed her
and realized she had braces."

"What did you do?"

"I got the hell out of there and hoped she didn't say anything to her parents or her sister."

"Did she?"

"No, but she did tell her sister I had nice hands."

Sabryn shook her head. "I bet she did." She licked her lips. "What were you like back then?"


"I'm serious."

"So am I. Young, dumb, and full of cum. I had a particular weakness for blondes with no brains.
As long as they'd shut up, I'd fuck them all night." When she didn't say anything, he added, "But
don't worry. I've been medically tested hundreds of times since then, and I'm clean."

"So nice to know."

"Obviously, I've learned a few things since then."

"Such as?"

He pulled her up to meet his mouth, kissing her thoroughly before saying, "Smart brunettes who
talk too much are a lot more fun."

She had only a second or two to glare at him before he positioned himself between her legs and
thrust inside of her again. Still lying against his chest, she began to instinctively hump her hips
against him, in contrasting rhythm with the short sharp thrusts of his cock inside her. He could
feel her muscles squeezing him, milking the length of his erection.

"Oh, God, that feels so good," she whispered against his neck.

"Sit up, so I can touch you."

Drawing her knees forward, she sat back and rolled her hips, bracing herself on her hands behind
her. Sliding him in and out in deep, short strokes. He used his right hand to guide her, watching
the slick wet piston of his cock in her clutching hole. Fuck. She pulled at him with every recoil,
nearly refusing to release the grip of her muscles.

Slipping his hand between them, he met her gaze as he rubbed his thumb around the folds of her
sex, teasing but never quite touching the place she wanted him most. Her mouth dropped open,
slack and moist, as she panted. He could feel her ass stroking against his balls, teasing the hair on
his thighs, could feel her knees tightening against his torso and quivering with her exertions.

"I want you to cum hard for me, baby girl..."

Her only response to the new nickname was a low moan, eyes slipping closed, her hips writhing
towards each upward thrust of his own. He grasped her waist and pulled her forward, coaxing
her to lean over him, gesturing with his chin towards their groins.


She opened her eyes to stare down at the place where they met, biting her lip and whimpering at
the slick drive of his cock inside her. He used his fingers to separate the lips of her sex, exposing
the hard nub of flesh in between.

"Hell-o clitty."

She started to giggle, a second before he stroked the firm head of her clit and drove her hard into
orgasm. Her laughter turned into stunned gasps, her body spasming, clutching, pulling him into
rapture right behind her. Braced on her hands above him, she whimpered breathlessly, feeling him
release the last of his ejaculation, staring at him in obvious wonder.

Sagging back on to his chest, she giggled again...and didn't stop until she nearly fell back to sleep.
And he tried to convince himself that she was already drifting into unconsciousness...explaining
the lack of reply when he finally told her he loved her.

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