Title: The Big Ditch 
Author: Amber M. Howard 
Rating: NC-17 
Keywords: Krycek/Scully. Smut, Smut, Smut! 
Spoilers: The X-Files: Fight The Future (slight) 
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em.
  I only sympathize with 'em. 
Summary: After Mulder ditches Scully (again), she is both horrified and 
entertained by a visitor. 
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Scully heard the car start a second too late and ran out to see the Ford Taurus 
already halfway up the road.  She pulled the towel off her damp hair and swung 
it in his direction, swearing under her breath.

  He owed her everything?  She made him a whole person? He sure didn't act 
like that was the case.  Fucking crazy bastard. She stormed back in her motel 
room and slammed the door. 

Still swearing, she plugged in and turned on the hair dryer, the soft sound 
masking the soft click! as the bolt of the room door neatly slid back. The door 
swung softly open, the intruder readying himself for a defensive blow.  But she 
was too absorbed in her hair and offended mutterings to notice anything, and 
he calmly walked toward her, withdrawing a knife. 

Scully turned off the hair dryer and turned to her left.  Her mouth dropped open 
in horror and her nerves flared, but Krycek was too close and her gun was too far. 

He reached out and covered her mouth gently with his flesh and blood hand, 
shushing her gently, while showing her the huge knife. "Do what I say and I 
won't hurt you.  You might even enjoy it." 

Scully's blue eyes left the knife, traveled down slowly to the growing bulge in 
his jeans and she was suddenly terrified.  She could feel her heart rattling 
away in her chest like a jackhammer. 

"Take off your clothes." He said, brandishing the knife for emphasis. She 
slipped off her t-shirt and jeans, and then her underwear, her hands shaking.

  His eyes traveled over her admiringly. 

"Unzip my pants." He continued, stepping closer.  "Take it out.  And run your 
tongue over the tip."

 She obeyed silently, all thought ceasing, her movements mechanical with her fear. 
"Now lay down on the bed with your legs spread all the way."

She lay down, her eyes widening more and more the closer he came, like a small 
animal in the headlights of an approaching car.

He knelt at the foot of the bed, between her legs, and suddenly slammed the knife three 
inches from her right hip, the blade tearing through three layers of fabric. She 
jumped, his prosthetic hand instantly muffling her horrified scream. He smiled 
and laid his good hand next to it.

Then he went down on her. 

She could not stifle her gasps. It felt good, so good...his warm tongue running 
back and forth across her swollen, red clitoris. Her gasps turned to moans as 
she moved from side to side, trying to evade his tongue, but also to increase the sensation.
 
And suddenly she couldn't help herself.

She grasped his head and pulled it down farther and came, over and over. 
He raised his head, grinning like the Chesire Cat, rubbing his swollen member 
against her.

  "Put it in." 

She shouldn't, couldn't want it, but she needed it so badly.  She pushed him all 
the way in, her warm, tight velvet folds, closing around his concentrated self possesively. 
It only takes him three minutes to come, just after she has had her fourth. He 
withdraws from her gently, smiles, zips his pants, and leaves. 

And that was how it started. 
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The Shameless Sunny