Submitted By Baby Sis - Inspired by the movie "You've Got Mail": What if Krycek and Scully met online and fell in love? Scully staggered through her front door, leaning back with a sigh and shut her eyes in relief. Another day finally over. The hard work of rebuilding the Xfiles and the trust between her partner and her was starting to take its toll. She wasn't sleeping well and the stress of walking on eggshells while Mulder did the same was wearing her last nerve threadbare. The worst was past, but they were both aware that it was there, unspoken and nerve-wracking. But finally, it was the evening. She allowed herself to feel the building excitement and sneaked a peek at the clock hanging on the wall nearby. 6:30. She had another hour and a half until it was time to meet him. Already feeling the anticipation rising, she quickly moved away from the door, and hung her coat up, stashed her briefcase by her desk and made a beeline for her bedroom to ditch the suit and get a little more comfy. After hanging her daily suit of armor she grabbed some scruffs and, making her way to the bathroom, started to draw a bath. Prowling around her apartment while she waited for the large tub to fill she flicked on her stereo and started some music playing, and found her eyes and attention consistently drawn back to the PC residing on her desk. "No...I can wait" she tried to tell herself, walking determinedly back to the bathroom and shutting off the water. Again her eyes were drawn back to the desk. "It wouldn't hurt to just check my mail. That's all. Just check the mail" She told herself. "I'll check it quick and then come back for my nice relaxing soak." In minutes she found herself sitting down at her desk and booting up her home computer. "Such a loser" she told herself shaking her head in reluctant amusement at her lack of patience. She felt like a teenager again, out of control and breathless with excitement. She then logged on to the internet and quickly typed in the address for the web- based email account she used for anytime she just didn't want to give out her normal work email address. As the page loaded she found herself holding her breath, waiting to see. 'You have 1 new message' was the first line and she closed her eyes and smiled. Quickly she opened it and read his letter slowly and carefully, savoring the connection to him and the excitement in her belly as she squirmed slightly, awaiting tonight. "Love, I had to tell you now how much I treasure our time together. Last night I felt a connection to you that I haven't felt to anyone in too long to think about. I miss you when I'm not with you. I think of you all day. I can't work, I can't sleep, and I can't eat. I think I'm falling in love and I don't even know your name. Wolf" She finished reading with a sense of wonder; excitement momentarily overriding her wave of fear and an even stronger need to be with him NOW. Checking the time she saw she had another hour, so reluctantly she turned away and made her way back to her bubble bath and tried to concentrate on something other than her almost overwhelming hunger for a man she'd never met. She'd been spending another lonely night at home, one of many, and she'd felt a need to do something wild and unpredictable for once. Since she was an officer of the law, that left out anything illegal and most of the immoral options as well. Because she had no desire to drown her Mulder sorrows in a tub of Ben and Jerry's for fear of becoming a blimp she was left with a remarkably small set of possibilities. Switching on her computer she'd realized that except for work purposes, she hardly ever did anything with the hunk of electronics. She noticed an ad for a chat room at the top of a page and on impulse clicked on it. Signing up for the free service, she'd chosen the username 'Doc' and logged into a 30's general discussion room. While sitting back and observing, she'd quickly realized a few key points. First, almost everyone seemed to know one another, and second, none of them seemed the slightest bit uncomfortable sharing their opinions on anything. At the moment there was a raging debate brewing about the latest political scandal. She was surprised at how informed many of the people in the room were. Her attention was caught by one user in particular named Wolf. Looking at his profile she saw he was in his mid-thirties as she was and had listed the military as his occupation. She did notice he lived in DC as well, which was possibly why he was staying out of the debate as she was. When you were surrounded by politicians all day, every day, discussing yet another scandal just didn't cut it. She found herself laughing at a comment he finally threw out. "If I promise to shave my head and sing 'I'm a little teapot' will that be enough to make you all stop torturing me with this crap?" He wrote, and several people broke up with the giggles while the rest assured him they'd be anxiously waiting hearing his version of the song. They'd struck up a casual conversation about the weather of all things, but she found him so charming and disarmingly funny that she couldn't help but enjoy herself immensely. The next day she went to work after a good night's rest and feeling more light- hearted than ever before. And then found herself logging on later that night 'just for fun'. She knew when she saw his name again that he was the reason she was there. They'd fallen into a routine of sorts, meeting almost daily in the evening. Because her and Mulder no longer had the Xfiles at that point, she'd had so much free time she didn't know what to do with herself in the evenings and had found it much too easy to spend time with him each day. They'd continued like that for a few months and even after she'd been reassigned back to the Xfiles she'd continued to spend as much time with him as possible, even to the extent of hooking up her laptop on a plane or in a hotel room and talking to him there. They'd discussed everything from politics and religion to the latest movie or current event. She found out that while they might not agree on everything, or even half the topics, neither felt the need to change the others mind. They just talked. But the one thing they never exchanged was names. They wrote emails to each other at web-based accounts and called each other by their usernames. They'd never met. Neither could quite bring themselves to ruin what they had found. Krycek hurried down the street, intent on reaching his apartment. His heartbeat was already slightly elevated, and he frowned to himself and ruthlessly squashed his excitement. 'God I'm was getting soft' he thought, shaking his head in vague disgust with himself, and yet part of him refused to regret what he was hurrying toward. 'It doesn't hurt anything. And don't I deserve just once to have something of my own?' He ducked into the building by the backdoor and took the stairs 2 at a time, quickly letting himself in and shutting and locking the door on the world. He shed the leather jacket, baseball cap and sunglasses that were his unoriginal but happily effective disguise and started puttering around. Finally unable to resist any longer he made his way to the bedroom, grabbed his laptop from his closet shelf and made his way to his living room couch. He turned it on and left it to boot up while he started scavenging for some food. He glanced at his watch, wincing when he realized it was only 3 minutes since he'd last looked. 'God I'm whipped' he muttered, rolling his eyes. Only a half-hour until it was time to meet her. He'd been surfing around one night when he'd met her. He was on forced leave for a few months after a near miss and a car explosion that set him in the hospital for a few weeks and so he was on vacation until he was healed enough to return to duty. And if there was one thing Krycek hated, it was being forced into inactivity. He'd been climbing the walls for days until he'd watched every television show read every magazine he owned and surfed into most anything that caught his interest. He'd wandered into a few different chat rooms but he'd finally found one that he enjoyed and he spent some suprisingly fun and truly enjoyable time there. He'd signed up as 'Wolf', his high school nickname, and had quickly gotten to know the regulars. Then one night he'd struck up a conversation with a new visitor and his life had tilted on its axis. Once he'd talked to her for a few minutes he'd found himself entranced with her. Part independent self-sufficient adult and part mischievous funny teenager; she'd been the constant source of fantasies for him, as well as an itch under his skin. He wanted her. And tonight he was going to tell her. Grabbing his microwaved frozen dinner he made his way back to the laptop and settled himself, entering the chat room with time to spare and tried to calm his excitement. Hey there! Hey! And what are you up to today? About 5'2", you? lol! Around 6' the last time I checked Actually I just had a bitch of a day and I'm really looking forward to spending some time with you! Alex grinned. Now this was a good start! I'm glad to hear that! I've been on pins and needles waiting to see you tonight. They talked for a time, and then he decided to just bite the bullet. I want to meet you Dana blinked in shock, doing a double take. Oh my God! She was immediately swamped with too many emotions to count - Fear, apprehension, excitement, joy, eagerness - but the one that was uppermost in her mind was arousal. Are you sure? Am I sure? I've been trying to ask this for weeks! Again she rocked back on her seat, blinking in shock, then felt a wave of heat spread through her. She may have never met him in person, but this man made love to her brain every time they met. If playful repartee and fiery debates could be classified as foreplay, they'd long since reached the point of no return. But how... Do you trust me? You know I do... Then it'll be all right. Will you meet me? For long minutes there was no response and Alex found himself on the verge of screaming with the need to just dive through his screen, through hers, and make his woman see what they had. Finally, an answer. Yes. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. 'Thank you' he breathed. Thank you. I was just about to go crazy. I want you to know up-front that I am aching to make love to you until you pass out, but I'm not about to pressure you. Just seeing you and touching you is going to be enough. She smiled. I'm not making any promises for what's going to happen. I'm not making any for what won't happen either. I've been dreaming about having that beautiful mouth of yours on me for much too long. And how do you know it's beautiful? =) Because of the words you speak so beautifully to me... He swallowed hard. 'Calm down!' he groaned. When? Uhm ... Friday night? That'll give us time to prepare and also not have to worry about an early morning the next day. Where? I feel like I've been reduced to a very small vocabulary suddenly. lol! Do you know a club called Voodoo? Yeah, I know it well...that the place? I think we'll both be more comfortable meeting where there's lots of other people. Honey, I'm just glad you're meeting me! You could've decided on a hot air balloon and I would've been happy! Dana sat back and laughed softly. The warm feeling of not only arousal but simple joy at his company was flowing through her freely and she gave herself up to it, just giddily enjoying their time together. They made concrete plans, agreeing to meet at 9pm in the club. He told her he'd be dressed all in black and he'd be wearing a leather jacket. She replied that she had red hair and she'd also be dressed in black, a dress to be exact. She asked how he'd know for sure who she was. He assured her that he'd find her. "You don't think I'd let you get away when I'm that close do you?" he teased gently and she grinned and finally let herself admit that this was serious. These weren't just crush-like feelings. She was in love with this man. The rest of the week passed so slowly she felt as if she could literally feel each second tick by. By Friday morning when she walked into the office, she was on edge and nursing her last nerve. Mulder looked up and wiggled his eyebrows at her. "And how are you this lovely morning Agent Scully?" he asked playfully. "Peachy Mulder, just peachy" she grumbled. "TGIF?" he asked, grinning even wider. "And just what are we so happy about today?" she asked, looking suspiciously at him. "I'm not allowed to be happy?" Mulder asked, feigning hurt. "Sure you are, just as long as you don't pollute me with it!" she protested, sticking her tongue out at him. He immediately lost it and cracked up. Just then the phone rang. "Hello!" he sang into it. A few moments later, he hung up. "Skinner wants to see us ASAP" he said. 'Oh man' she whined to herself internally. There was no way she was getting sent out of town today when tonight she was finally going to meet Wolf. Not a chance in hell. Skinner did have a new case for them but thankfully it was in town so there'd be no last minute run for a plane today. After returning to their office they got down to work and the day managed to pass by at a reasonable speed. Not quickly mind you, but enough so Dana didn't suspect another alien abduction with missing time. Finally she started packing up, realizing that she wasn't going to get any more work done and she could wait nervously just as easily at home. Mulder looked up as she pulled on her jacket. "Takin' off early huh Scully? Hot date tonight?" "Actually yes!" Dana said with a calm smile picking up her briefcase and purse and heading out the door, missing the surprise and then the pout that crossed his face. She pulled up at the Voodoo at 8:30, telling herself she was only being prudent arriving early, but inside she knew it was because she didn't want to loose any time. Eager. That was the only word to describe her at this moment. Walking into the club she found a small table and watched the dance floor, enjoying the loud music and uninhibited dancing. She stood and wandered to the edge of the floor, unconsciously moving to the music. Alex entered the club and started scanning the crowd. His eyes were immediately drawn to a petite redhead on the edge of the floor with her back to him. He devoured her with his eyes, scanning up and down over and over as he slowly approached her. As much as he would have scoffed himself at hearing it, the closer he got he knew it was Doc. He could feel her. He walked up behind her fragile frame and pushed right up into her. The top of her head barely reached his Adams apple and he wrapped both arms around her waist, pulling her into him, bowing his head until his lips were brushing the outer curve of her ear. "Doc?" he whispered huskily. She'd gone stiff and rigid at his first touch, but when she heard his raspy whisper and felt the solid bulk of him nestled up tightly against her back she melted into him, suddenly boneless. He crushed her even closer, growling slightly as he felt her soft bottom pressed against his already hardening cock. His tongue darted out and began to trace the delicate curves of her ear before taking the lobe between his teeth and tugging ever so softly before suckling it again. As a broken sigh escaped her throat he dipped his head further to trace his tongue down the long curve of her neck before finding there it met her shoulder and gently bit her. As she felt his lips and tongue go to work on giving her the largest hickey of her life, she slid her hands behind her to rest on his thighs, tight with tension against her and began to knead it, rubbing her ass back into him teasingly. This time a growl did escape him and he lowered one arm to rest across her hips firmly, pulling her back decisively to grind against his pelvis. By now she was moaning softly, tilting her head to the side to give him freer access and rocking against him firmly. The sound of her soft moans and the feel of her body so meltingly close and all for him sent him soaring. He quickly spun her around and took her mouth in a blazingly hot kiss, pushing his tongue past her teeth hungrily and flicking at it to come out and play. She wrapped her arms around his torso and felt the cool slickness of his leather jacket under her palms. Tilting her head farther back she went up on tiptoe to press more firmly against him and kissed him back just as hungrily tangling her tongue with his. He slid his hands down and rubbed them over her ass sensuously, before gripping it firmly and pulling her into him while lifting her into him so her feet weren't touching the floor. He shifted her slightly so one hand supported her while the other slid down one thigh before hooking behind her knee and lifting it to his hip, nestling against her. They were still kissing hotly and he slowly pulled a fraction of an inch away, catching her full and now swollen lower lip between his and nipping it before sliding his tongue over it and then plunging it back into her mouth. They might have gone on like this forever but suddenly someone leaving the dance floor crashed into them before staggering off toward the washrooms. They stared after the person both feeling more than a little annoyed at the interruption. Dana wishing she could kick the moron and Alex really wishing he could pull out his gun and shoot the idiot. They both turned back to the other, ready to pick up where they left off, but a small detail stopped them. They saw each other's face. Dana staggered back as if she'd been hit, her face paling and convulsively swallowing. She shook her head dazedly. "No. No. No, it is not happening to me...it's not." Alex was equally stunned. He stared at her a minute before whipping his head around suddenly to try to spot a trap. He wouldn't put it past Mulder or Skinner to stake Scully out like a lamb to tempt him in. But no...no one could fake that look of stunned immobility. She hadn't known it was him anymore than he'd known it was her. He saw she was hitting the panic stage and knew he had to get her out before she started screaming bloody murder, so he did the usual. Do what he had to do and worry about the consequences later. Quickly he strode forward, wrapped an arm around her tiny body and hustled her out of there before she could draw breath. Once outside, she ripped her wrist from his grasp and spun away from him, shaking and almost hyperventilating. "You...You! What are you doing here!" He glared at her for a moment. "You're not the only one who got a shock in there sweetheart so don't act like you are!" She turned and glared at him coldly. "I'm going home, and I never, EVER want to see your face or hear your voice for as long as I live, do you understand me?!" she said, calmly at first but screaming by the end, tears starting to trickle down her cheeks as she began to feel the pain of loss. Before he could say a word she'd turned and bolted, starting down the street, then quickly hailing a cab that was starting to go by. As she drove away, she couldn't help but watch him, standing in the middle of the sidewalk watching her go, a defeated air about him. Pulling up at her apartment building moments later she ran inside and collapsed inside the door, sobbing as if her heart was broken. God, of all the people out there, didn't she deserve someone to love? Someone to love her? So why, now that she'd found the man of her dreams was it someone she couldn't be with? Just thinking about his face sparked a fresh flood of tears and she slowly stood and made her way to the couch and wearily lay down. As she pressed her fist against her mouth, stifling her sobs, she winced at the pressure against her tender and swollen mouth. The pain brought back the memory of his mouth on hers at the club, the hunger that he'd shown as he had almost devoured her in the middle of a crowd. The memory of his hands moving over her body, the waves of pure need that he'd created in her, it all crashed down on her, drowning her in what she could have had if he'd been just about any other person on the planet. The feeling of loss overwhelmed her and she curled up in a small ball, shaking and shivering and missing Wolf with every fiber of her being. Alex made his way back to his apartment in a daze and let himself in before sitting on his couch and holding his head in his hands. He sat like that for a moment before making his way to the bedroom where he had a punching bag hanging. He stripped to his undies and then started pummeling the bad, grunting and then swearing and finally screaming in frustration and pain. Goddammit why?! He knew that he didn't deserve to have a happily ever after, but why hold something out to him like that and then snatch it away? He'd had a taste of the forbidden tonight. Happiness and peace and a future and then suddenly it'd been gone. He was filled with a killing rage and slipped into a hazy world where all that existed was the punching bag, his fists and his rage and he punched for hours. When he finally became aware of his surroundings he didn't know how much time had gone by, but checked the clock and discovered he'd been exorcising his demons for a good solid 3 hours. He made his way to the laptop still on the coffee table and powered it up, checking his mail and then went still as death as he came across a letter from Doc, 'Scully' he amended with a wince. He spied the date and time and realized she must have written it just before going to meet him. "Wolf Logic has always been my personal crutch. It's been what I demand from myself and my life. But now I find myself doing something so completely alien to my own nature. Logically I should be having nothing at all to do with a stranger I met in a chat room. Logically I should be running as fast and as far away from you as my little feet will carry me. But I'm not. Do you want to know why? I'm sure you do, you're always so curious. Because I realize, that for the first time, I'm ready to take the risk. I love you. I love you so much that it scares me sometimes and I just want a chance to get to know the rest of you as I've gotten to know what you'll allow me to see. Tonight is the beginning of the rest of our lives...I can feel it. I want to wake up to you tomorrow morning. I want to look across my bed and see your face and know that's it's only the beginning. Doc" Alex sat staring at the laptop for long moments not even aware of the tears coursing down his cheeks. Finally he stood up and strode for the door, grabbing his jacket as he went. No goddamn way was it ending like this. Standing at her door at 3 in the morning he knocked softly but was unsure of what to say when she answered. That is, if she answered. Answer Dana, he prayed. Please let me in. The door slowly creaked open and a small and obviously upset Dana Scully stood in the doorway. "What- What do you want?" He stared at her for a long moment, watching her eyes, willing her to meet his. Finally she did and he read all he needed to know. "Please...Dana...I need to talk to you...can I come in?" She stared at him for long moments before turning away and wandering back into her apartment and he followed, shutting and bolting the door before following her further inside. "What is it Krycek? You came to gloat about how easy I was to get to? How pathetic and desperate for someone in my life I was that I didn't even take the slightest precaution? No need...I've said it to myself so you can just go." He sighed explosively and crossed to her before forcefully taking her face in his hands and making her meet his eyes. "You know that's not why I'm here. Look at me!" he demanded. "I'm not letting you get away this easy damnit! I'm in love with you and I'm not going to let anything get in the way you hear me? I'm sick and tired of always being on the outside looking in! I've got a chance now to have a future with a woman I'm sickeningly in love with and I'm not letting her go because she got spooked! I know we're looking at a fight. I'm know it's going to be hard for you to look at me and not think of everything you think I ever did to hurt you but you need to believe me on this. I didn't know who you were. All I knew was that I met this incredible, fun, loving, compassionate woman and I suddenly I had a reason to go on living. I've loved you almost from the beginning and I will be damned if I have to loose you now that I've tasted heaven. It's not going to happen. Please. Please Dana, look at me and tell me that you hear me!" Dana watched his eyes, transfixed by the light in them. He watched her with a hunger that would have been frightening if she didn't feel the same way. He leaned forward suddenly and captured her lips in a hungry desperate kiss, pulling her closer and tighter against him before picking her up and heading straight for the bedroom. Setting her down on the bed he stared down at her. "I love you so much Dana. And now I'm going to show you how much." She stared up at him wordlessly, caught by the quiet determination and painful love she saw there. Reaching up instinctively, she brushed her lips against his just once. On a half sob he reached around her and pulled her into him for a long hug and began to tease her lips. Coming down on top of her he braced his forearms on either side of her face and stared down at her. Lowering his head he brushed his lips lightly over the bridge of her nose, then over her eyelids and then followed the curve of her cheek to her lips. Sinking down onto her he melded their mouths together so slowly and wetly and it felt like coming home. They stayed like that for what seemed like hours, just kissing. She shifted slightly and spread her legs a bit and he moved so he was cradled between them, pressing up firmly between her legs, but for the moment was content with kissing her. Alex shifted suddenly and pulled off his jacket, throwing it to the floor carelessly while he toed off his boots and started to stroke his fingers down her throat and over her shoulders. His right hand rested on one shoulder playing with the dress strap there as he wetly kissed her again, sliding an arm under her and lifting her into him. Slowly he eased it down her arm and when the bodice dropped, exposing her bra he was there to nudge the dress out of the way with his nose and take her fabric covered nipple between his lips and love it. Moistening the cloth with his tongue, he drew her inside his hot humid mouth and sucked on her strongly, his hand now cupping her breast and shaping it, lifting her nipple to his lips. Scratching the rough lace over her now hard and aching nipple he nipped it gently, then drew the fabric down with his thumb and lowered his mouth to hover open over her nipple now reaching toward his mouth. She whimpered softly, arching her back toward him, grazing his lips with her hard nipple and he groaned, giving in and enveloping her in heat. He sat back and brought his hands to the neck of her dress, gripped it in both hands and tore it down. The spaghetti straps let go easily and the dress was pulled down to her waist, then over her hips and thrown carelessly away. He started down at her in her black lace strapless demi bra and sheer black bikini panties and felt himself dangerously close to losing control. He quickly dispensed with her bra and then had to sit still while she stripped the shirt off him quickly then pulled him back down to her. Sinking down onto her he settled between her thighs and began rocking against her gently. Her head rolled against the pillows in abandon as he began pressing down on her harder, one hand sliding to her had nipple to roll it, pinching softly then, as she began to moan, harder. She gasped, feeling a dizzying wave of need rolling over her as the pain and pleasure raced through her. The feel of the rough denim against the soft skin of her inner thighs was sparking a tingling and hunger in her she wasn't prepared for. "Please" she moaned softly, rocking up into him. He grinned with satisfaction, dropping his head and licking deliberately between her breasts. "Oh no baby..." he said. "I'm gonna make you ache just like you've been making me ache for years." She looked at him, surprised. "You think I never wanted you? You think I could see you with Mulder and not want to be him just to be next to you?" Raking his teeth over one nipple his mouth headed for her pelvis on a straight course. Reaching her core, he suddenly ripped the flimsy material from her body. At the sound of ripping cloth a thrill rippled through her body making her arch up toward him. "Wha?" she asked hazily before suddenly gasping for air, her body going stiff and tense as she felt the first flick of his tongue across her moist flesh. "OH my GOD!" she groaned. He slowly slid his wet tongue over her, feeling her pushing against his mouth unconsciously. Angling his body down between her shaking thighs, he lifted them one by one onto his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her thighs and braced his hands on her hips, holding her motionless. She whimpered, waiting for his first touch, but he did nothing, simply staring her. "Your beautiful baby" he whispered. "I'm going to make you scream" he said, looking up at her face. "You're going to scream and beg me before I'm even halfway through, I promise you." She went limp at the promise/threat and felt her control slipping away. Lowering his head he fluttered his tongue lightly against her folds, licking gently and teasingly. He slid his thumbs lower toward her mound and pulled them teasingly apart, looking at the sensitive flesh, licking over it once, a long slow slide with the flat of his tongue before pulling back and blowing cool air over her. She tried to buck toward him but his hands firmly held her down, letting his mouth open over her fully, sucking on her strongly. He tortured her for what seemed to her forever, learning every pore of her skin, ever fold, nerve ending and her sweet taste. She moaned loudly for him to please stop teasing her and make her come, digging her fingernails into his shoulders and clenching her , Finally he kissed his way up her abdomen, her hands still buried in his short hair, desperately pulling him up to her hungry mouth. He took it hungrily and thrust his tongue into her mouth to duel with hers. He quickly unzipped his jeans and kicked them off, letting the hot hard length of him nudge against the inside of her thigh...probing her with his length. At the feel of him so intimately against her, she purred, curling toward him more. Her legs still draped over his wide shoulders, he ran the tip of his cock over her slit teasingly, letting it enter her until his head was inside before withdrawing and grazing it over her now throbbing and extremely sensitive clit. Leaning back on his hands, braced again on either side of her head, he stared down into her face flushed with desire and waited. She managed to focus on his face finally, trying to shift to bring him back inside her. "Tell me you want me Dana" he demanded softly staring into her eyes, his own burning with hunger - not just for her to want him but for her to admit it to both of them. She stared back at him, demanding he believe her. "I want you in me now Alex..." she said, arching up into him. "I need you...you know I do..." His eyes slid shut with relief knowing that, for the moment anyway, she was willing to admit their need for each other. "Thank you" he whispered achingly, sinking into her carefully, lowering himself onto his forearms once again and framing her face with his hands tilting it up to meet his gaze. As she felt him sink slowly into her, his size stretching her to the point to breathlessness he lowered his head to hers, kissing her tenderly as he possessed her completely. "I'm not going to loose you baby" he crooned into her ear, "Never, never, never...". She held him more tightly her hands grasping at his back, pulling him to her and he started to move, pushing into her, the friction of skin on skin making him groan in pleasure, his mouth open as he gasped onto her mouth. She raised her head and took his mouth in a deep kiss and he slid one large hand under her head and neck supporting her as they kissed deeply. As he suckled on her lower lip and his hips moved constantly, driving him in her over and over he nipped her once, then soothed the slight sting, laving it with his tongue once more. "Come for me baby..." he said, sliding his mouth to her throat and suckling at her pulsing artery just under the skin, "Come for me now..." and she broke apart in his arms, her body convulsing as she shook with the pleasure pouring over her. "Oh God" she sobbed as she began beating her heels against his back softly, writhing as the climax went on and on. As he felt her muscles clenching around him buried so deeply within her, what little control he had slipped away and with a growl he began slamming into her harder and harder, prolonging her climax and racing toward his own. Suddenly he felt her teeth bite down on his neck firmly and he roared as he exploded within her, his orgasm crashing over him as he drove into her again and again. As he lay over her, finally motionless, he let her legs slip down to rest on the bed and with a nearly inaudible groan he buried his face in her neck, his mouth caressing her skin, as his arms slid underneath her to hug her almost desperately to him. "Never loosing you...not now" he mumbled, drifting off to sleep as her hands slid soothingly over his back, hugging him just as fiercely to her. Dana lay awake far into the night considering just what she was going to do. Did she know this man? She'd thought once that she had, enough to hate anyway, but the man she knew now was so different. Was this honestly worth it? Considering the logistics of being with a man on the run from the law and the reactions of just about everyone in her life, could she honestly build a life with a man who'd done and seen the things he had? Alex woke up slowly, blinking at the light streaming into his eyes. "Wha?" he mumbled incoherently, before sleepily turning his head and observing the room and bed he slept in. In a moment the night's activities replayed themselves in his mind. Looking around for Dana he saw she wasn't there and felt a ball of lead lodge in his stomach. "God, please don't let her hate me...please..." he prayed, then slowly got up from the bed, pulling on his pants and began looking for his woman. Dana was sitting on a chair in her living room, nursing a cup of coffee as she stared out the window deep in thought. As a sound behind her, she swung her head to observe a nervous looking assassin venture closer. She watched him Expressionlessly, calmly, and he got steadily more nervous as the seconds ticked by. "Good morning" she said placidly. "Good morning" he responded, trying to analyze her voice, her face, anything. Nothing was there to analyze. Standing up she walked over to him, stopping when she was quite close. Placing a hand deliberately on his chest, she leaned in and, raising up on her toes, placed a small kiss on his mouth. "Would you like some coffee?" she asked, walking by him into the kitchen. Seriously off balance now, he sat quickly. "Ok" he said, his outlook looking up after that kiss. She walked back in, her robe caressing her body and sat on the coffee table just in front of him, her knees meeting his. Handing him a steaming mug, she leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees, her chin laying on her linked hands. "Last night you were in control...this morning it's my turn. I want you to listen to me very carefully right now, and then we'll talk. Alright?" she asked quietly. He nodded jerkily. Taking a deep breath, she held it a moment and then let it out slowly in a sigh. "I can't deny that each time I think of Alex Krycek my stomach clenches. You've done so many things to me...to my family and those I love that I always thought at the first chance I'd want you dead and buried." He winced, his eyes shutting in pain. "Look at me" she said again. "I want you to give me a complete and honest explanation of just who and what you are...no excuses, but no self-flagellation either. I want you to honestly tell me what you've done and I'll deal with it. I'm not guaranteeing that it'll be anytime soon before I get over what's' happened, if I ever will, but I deserve that explanation and I think you're hungry to give it to me. Am I right?" she asked, and he nodded, swallowing hard. "Not now though, now's the time to talk about us." He looked at her then, painful hope in his eyes. She looked at him, and shrugged, looking confused herself. "I'm not saying it's easy and I'm not even saying that it'll work, but I learned a lot time ago that there are no fairy tales. No prince charming who's perfect and who'll whisk me away from my occasionally nightmarish life. I may not like who you were, and believe me I have a lot of questions to ask and adjusting to do regarding that, but I also know that I know who you are this minute better than anyone else on this planet. You're the man I love. I'm not saying that it's going to happen in a day or a week. I do know that I don't want to loose you when I just found you." He reached forward suddenly and grasped her, pulling her forward onto his lap straddling him and wrapped his arms around her tightly, burying his face in her throat, tears stinging his eyes as he rocked her softly. "I love you" he choked out. "For the first time in so long I see a future for myself. A chance at a life that I'd given up on. I want to be with you forever baby...I don't ever want to live without you...no now." She rocked back on him and smiled the most incredible smile at him, letting him know how she felt. She said it anyway. "I love you too" she said, sliding her arms around his neck and laying his arms. Explanations and forgiveness could come later...they had time...right now she just wanted to be in the arms of her lover and feel how he cherished her. He drew back his head and looked concerned for a moment. "What?" she asked, feeling a little nervous herself." He furrowed his brow. "You don't listen to country music do you?" he asked, wrinkling his nose at the thought. She stared at him then smacked his shoulder hard. "You stinker!" she exclaimed as he started laughing and hugged her close once again. "You're SO going to pay for that!" she said, digging her hands down into his sides and starting to tickle him mercilessly. As the sun rose higher into the sky and the city below began its day, the sound of their mingled laughter rang out ringing into the light. End