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applecameronTitle: The Kiss More Deadly
Author: SV, 1998
Fandom: X-Files
Category: Vignette
Author's Notes:The challenge: How about a Scully/Krycek kiss? Moderate spoilers for "tunguska", regarding how Krycek did, or did not, get out of there alive.
"The Kiss More Deadly", an X-Files erotic vignette, featuring Special Agent Dana Scully, and Resident Ratboy Alex Krycek. Ansgt, sexual tension, foul language, D/S implications.
Reprinted by express permission.
by Sidra Vitale
Oh, shit.
She surprised him, heaving his greater weight up against the wall and taking his lips as her own. Oh, sweet Jesus. What would Mulder say?
Scully had caught him, well and truly, skulking in the shadows of an abandoned warehouse in the garment district. Who was her snitch? Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit.
She was so warm, that body not soft at all but sinewy and full of explosive strength. Where did she practice this kind of thing, Jiu-jitsu Kissing 101, did they offer that at Quantico? A special advanced seminar?
She let him up for one breath and he struggled a little, pressing his chest against her. Her gun was in her right hand, muzzle firm against his neck. He had no chance of getting to it, not joint-locked kneeling in front of her with one useless arm and backed against a brick wall with nowhere to run. Her thumb pressed into his right hand, fingers curled around his wrist, controlling them both neatly and efficiently, as she controlled their breathtaking kiss.
Her mouth was moving against his, but he couldn't tell what it was until she withdrew a second time. "Mine."
Oh, god.
"Your life is mine."
Oh, god. Yes. Please. He was rock hard at the very thought. How could anyone think her cold? With that depth of passion, it was a tribute to her control that she was called the Ice Queen. Oh, god, yes. Her control. He was dying against these lips, that hot mouth, the ache for her spreading through his body until there was nothing left. Please.
She heard him whisper against her open mouth and pulled away to let him say it out loud, breath pluming a white cloud into the air between them. "Please...." Take me with that fine control. Do anything. Do everything.
Pressed their lips together, chastely this time, then stepped quickly backward and trained her gun on him. "Get. Out."
Oh, god. No. No, please. His arm was free, his head was screaming at him to move move MOVE! And his body, betraying truer desires, bucked and begged for her to come back.
Scully fired. A warning shot, chipping the concrete. "Go. Now."
He closed his eyes, falling against the concrete, arching vainly to relieve himself. "Please....." Lost.
"Go. NOW!"
Hunched over the most painful erection he'd ever had, Krycek scrambled for life, safety, sanity.
Scully. Oh, Scully.
"Remember this," she called, voice harsh and demanding, as he ran. "Mine!"
"Yours," he whispered, making for the shadows. "All yours."
Author: SV, 1998
Fandom: X-Files
Category: Vignette
Author's Notes:The challenge: How about a Scully/Krycek kiss? Moderate spoilers for "tunguska", regarding how Krycek did, or did not, get out of there alive.
"The Kiss More Deadly", an X-Files erotic vignette, featuring Special Agent Dana Scully, and Resident Ratboy Alex Krycek. Ansgt, sexual tension, foul language, D/S implications.
Reprinted by express permission.
by Sidra Vitale
Oh, shit.
She surprised him, heaving his greater weight up against the wall and taking his lips as her own. Oh, sweet Jesus. What would Mulder say?
Scully had caught him, well and truly, skulking in the shadows of an abandoned warehouse in the garment district. Who was her snitch? Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit.
She was so warm, that body not soft at all but sinewy and full of explosive strength. Where did she practice this kind of thing, Jiu-jitsu Kissing 101, did they offer that at Quantico? A special advanced seminar?
She let him up for one breath and he struggled a little, pressing his chest against her. Her gun was in her right hand, muzzle firm against his neck. He had no chance of getting to it, not joint-locked kneeling in front of her with one useless arm and backed against a brick wall with nowhere to run. Her thumb pressed into his right hand, fingers curled around his wrist, controlling them both neatly and efficiently, as she controlled their breathtaking kiss.
Her mouth was moving against his, but he couldn't tell what it was until she withdrew a second time. "Mine."
Oh, god.
"Your life is mine."
Oh, god. Yes. Please. He was rock hard at the very thought. How could anyone think her cold? With that depth of passion, it was a tribute to her control that she was called the Ice Queen. Oh, god, yes. Her control. He was dying against these lips, that hot mouth, the ache for her spreading through his body until there was nothing left. Please.
She heard him whisper against her open mouth and pulled away to let him say it out loud, breath pluming a white cloud into the air between them. "Please...." Take me with that fine control. Do anything. Do everything.
Pressed their lips together, chastely this time, then stepped quickly backward and trained her gun on him. "Get. Out."
Oh, god. No. No, please. His arm was free, his head was screaming at him to move move MOVE! And his body, betraying truer desires, bucked and begged for her to come back.
Scully fired. A warning shot, chipping the concrete. "Go. Now."
He closed his eyes, falling against the concrete, arching vainly to relieve himself. "Please....." Lost.
"Go. NOW!"
Hunched over the most painful erection he'd ever had, Krycek scrambled for life, safety, sanity.
Scully. Oh, Scully.
"Remember this," she called, voice harsh and demanding, as he ran. "Mine!"
"Yours," he whispered, making for the shadows. "All yours."