From: Denise Gilliland To: ; Subject: [XFNC17ff] MSR/sort of K - Tonight's Different by Spooky's Girl Date: Wednesday, October 03, 2001 3:40 PM TITLE: Tonight’s Different AUTHOR: Spooky’s Girl DISCLAIMER: None of them are mine, I’m only a lowly student so it’s not like you’d get much out of me anyway. RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: MSR with voyeurism (at least I hope that’s the word I’m looking for) and Krycek POV SUMMARY: Any other night I would have walked away from such a display from the two of them, however like I said, tonight is different. Tonight I have to watch. AUTHOR’S NOTES: This goes out to Nisha, she knows why hehehe, and to Steph who gave me the idea that just begged to be written. Also to Tammy and Nancy (my two betas who also deserve a huge thanks for it) who both participated in my recent conversion to Krycekdom. While I am not in full lust mode for him yet, I do not find him to be the epitome of all evil as well. Ah who am I kidding, the boy is hot! Also please bear with me here, I’ve never written smut from this perspective before, it’s all kind of new to me. FEEDBACK: As always I thrive on it, totally makes my day denisegilliland@hotmail.com Faint shades of blue flickered across the window, lighting up the darkened room every second or so. There was life in the first floor apartment. The television was evidence of it, and from a distance it looked like the occupants was too engrossed in it to pay attention to my arrival. Makes for a clean job. For federal agents whose lives are always in constant danger, they don't seem to be acting very cautiously. For example, I saw Mulder enter the apartment tonight. He was armed, he's always armed, but he wasn't as cautious as he used to be. He ran straight inside instead of looking around first. I also believe that place hasn't been checked for bugs in over a month. I haven't seen the three geeks there since last month, so there's no way it could have been checked. Yes, I do know these things, I've been watching for a long time, waiting for the perfect chance. Tonight's the night; tonight they're too engrossed in the movie to notice my shadow as I ease up to the window. The dark room is still filled with shades of blue and white, and I can see them on the couch as I raised raise my weapon to the window. However I was wrong. They are not engrossed with the television as I thought. The screen flickers with images from Bonnie and Clyde, a movie I'm surprised both of them are watching. I'd never peg either of them as a gangster film fan. Hell, I thought Mulder didn't watch any other movies besides aside from what's located in his porn collection, so gangster is pretty far off. Scully on the other hand, she might be the type to watch this, as a last resort before Mulder's porn. I've always thought her to enjoy the more dramatic films, something to represent the woman side of her after playing G-Woman all day at the bureau. As I said, neither of them were watching it either. My weapon was still trained on the pair through the window, but curiosity got the better of me, what can I say, I like to watch. I wanted to see what they were doing that kept them away from the television. Why was it on if neither of them were watching? I leaned in closer to the glass, lifting my prosthetic arm over my head to shield the glare. She was still in her work clothes; he was wearing his jeans and shirt. Mulder always looked good in jeans. Part of being constantly on the run I've learned to adapt to certain situations, and I've developed an appreciation for the male body. There were days when I needed somebody and a man was all I was able to find, I had to make do with what I had. Depending on how I felt, either would do. Tonight was different though; tonight I came to kill them. Instead I'm sitting at their window watching them. Instead of killing them I wanted to join them on the couch. I tucked the weapon back into my belt and continued to peer through the window. His hands were all over her, running up and down her sides and breasts through the cotton of the blue shirt she was wearing, made even brighter due to the flickering light. His fingers, even from this view long and graceful, were slowly working each of the buttons of her blouse, his head buried into her neck doing things that I’ve only imagined him doing. His fingers creep down her body until the last button is released and it opens wide. The blue light only makes her skin seem paler than it already is, and I can feel myself hardening at the image it brings to mind. Any other night I would have walked away from such a display from the two of them, however like I said, tonight is different. Tonight I have to watch. She is leaning into him; her head arched back exposing a large expanse of creamy white flesh at his disposal. I press against the windowpane, eager to reach and touch for myself when she turns around to allow her shirt slip off and bears her back for me before turning to face him again. I want to run my hands all over her like Mulder is doing. I could see him say something to her before searching out her mouth with his. I am entranced by what I see. They kiss, but not like any other kiss. It is not frantic like first time lovers, nor is it chaste like they're only doing it cause it's part of the show. They've perfected it, made it an art form, one that shows the entirety of their feelings toward each other and reveals their needs. His fingers make quick work of the white satin bra she is wearing. Even from this distance I can tell you what size she wears, how she doesn't need to wear one seeing as they're perfect. I can tell you how rosy their tips are, a mix of a blushing pink with a wine red, complementing her pale skin. Her hands reach for the hem of his shirt and in one smooth motion she removes it, separating only long enough to lift it over his head before connecting with him again. Mulder has a beautiful chest, broad and muscular, yet not to the point of being excessive. He's lightly sprinkled with dark brown hair and I find myself wanting to run my fingers over it, just as Scully is now. Her fingers and nails rake over him, I can see the shiver that occurs as she touches him, the way he leans in for more and melds to her hands. I want to meld to those hands of hers, I want to be in Mulder's place, or next to him, and take what she is offering to him. My hand makes way down to the heavy bulge in my pants. I want to stroke myself, satisfy myself following their lead and tempo. I want to find release when they do. I stop short though, I want to watch their every move, I don't want to be distracted by my own need and lack of control over my own body. With gentle hands he pushes her back on the couch, and I can only see him now. His head is bent low, and I have to shift positions to see what he is even doing. He has moved away from her mouth and downward. His tongue darts in and out of his mouth tasting creamy flesh before him. I can see his cheeks hollow slightly every time he touches her skin, using open mouthed kisses and most likely his tongue and he continues to move down, his mouth locked onto her in ways I want my mouth to be. If he only knew what I would do to trade places, however at the moment watching will have to do. Her pants flew over the couch and onto the floor near the window I'm standing at, followed by his and I quickly ducked around the corner hoping not to be seen, however I doubt they even looked up. They are moving now, slow and easy, like a couple who are comfortable in the relationship they are in. Like the kiss it is neither frantic, nor is it disappointing. It's a moment of two people loving each other, something I will not experience in this lifetime. My good hand makes its way downward of it's own accord, my erection straining against the cloth of my pants willing itself to be released and satisfied. I start to move up and down the length through the cloth slowly, matching their pace. He moves against her like a cat, sleek and smooth, still speaking to her although I can't hear him. I know she's responding too, her hands lightly massaging his back as he moves deeper inside her. I don't need to hear what they're saying though to understand. The language of sex is very basic, no matter who you're with. He probably started off with sweet nothings and is now whispering his need with each thrust of his hips. I thrust into my hand alongside him, picking up tempo when he does. I can't take my eyes off them, I can't move from my position from the window. I should move before I make a mess of myself, but I have to see them finish, I have to finish alongside them. Slow and easy has long since disappeared; both of them are frantic now, breathing heavily with movement. I know he is close, I can sense she is close, and I am definitely close. Three more thrusts he's there, his back arches and I watch in fascination as his face contorts in pleasure, even through the window, above the noise coming from the television set I can hear his cry, quickly followed by hers. Their cries combined with the image of his face were enough. My hand ran up and down along my length two more times before I was lost myself. There was no need to clean myself up, it was still dark outside and nobody would ever know I was here or what I did. Nobody would care, such is my life. I glanced back inside the window. They were spooned on the couch, and continued to glare at the television, however I doubt they were actually watching it. Tonight I will not kill them; I will leave them alone. They will never know how close they were, they will never know I was standing outside their window watching them, joining them in their act. They will never know I am in the city. They will live, and I will come back tomorrow night. Tomorrow night will be different. END _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ------------------------ Yahoo! Groups Sponsor ---------------------~--> FREE COLLEGE MONEY CLICK HERE to search 600,000 scholarships! http://us.click.yahoo.com/Pv4pGD/4m7CAA/ySSFAA/QsMolB/TM ---------------------------------------------------------------------~-> Visit the site that began it all!! NC-17 fanfic all day and all night! http://whispersofx.crosswinds.net/ Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/