From: Denise Gilliland To: ; Subject: [XFNC17ff] NEW: I Had to Go Back by Spookys Girl 1/1 Date: Tuesday, October 30, 2001 12:02 AM TITLE: I Had To Go Back AUTHOR: Spooky's Girl DISCLAIMER: They're not mine, I'm only a lowly student so it's not like you' re going to get much money out of me anyway. RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: MSR, Krycek POV, and voyeurism SUMMARY: I've become addicted to these nightly visits, finding more pleasure in watching them than in killing them. AUTHOR'S NOTES: I received so many friendly demands for a sequel to 'Tonight 's Different' how could I refuse? It took much debate on whether to even post this or not, but hey, it's written so enjoy. THANKS: To Tammy and Nancy once again for the beta and my conversion to Krycekdom, although I'm still a shipper through and through! FEEDBACK: Of course, I cherish all feedback given, and usually shower it with tons of chocolate in adoration. denisegilliland@hotmail.com. The images of what I saw that first night are permanently etched in my mind; the flicker of the blue, the slow movement of bodies, the fell of my hand as I slowly brought myself to a state of mindlessness. The job was not completed that night or the next night. I've become addicted to these nightly visits, finding more pleasure in watching them than in killing them. Each night I have gone undetected, and each night I've only succeeded in making a mess of myself, both physically and mentally. And each night I leave saying tomorrow will be different, and it never is. Except tonight. Tonight I brought my weapon with me, as I've done every night only it never leaves the holster at my hip. My pants have allowed myself to become more accessible over the past couple of nights, a zip fly and no boxers. What's the point? I only end up ruining them anyway. They are due to return from a case tonight; both of them will be frantic and eager, as I am. I have missed them the last few nights. I have missed their displays. I missed hiding in the shadows watching. I sit outside my window, waiting for their arrival. They never fail to be late after a case, and this time is no different. As if on cue, I see the front door open, both of them dishelved and exhausted, however I know that will not stop them. Nor will it stop me from watching. The apartment is still dark as they enter, neither caring for the light as they drop their bags at the doorway and remove their shoes and jackets. He heads for the kitchen, she goes to the bedroom, emerging several minutes later wearing her silk robe, the navy one that bring out her eyes. The lights are still off in the apartment. He pours himself a glass of water, extending his head back as he drinks, revealing his Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp. His bottom lip is pressed tightly against the rim of the glass, his mouth open just enough to see his tongue peaking out as he drinks. She comes up behind him, and I can feel the show beginning as I move closer to the window, almost pressed up against it. Her hands press against his back, kneading and massaging to ease the tension in his body. However, I'm sure she knows it's not only easing the tension, it's creating another form of tension in his body, one that will serve her purpose and mine. I can feel the very same tension running through myself in anticipation of what's about to happen. Her hands move in slow circles on his back before sliding under his arms and to his front. I have no idea what she's doing there, the only thing I can see is her pressed completely against him, and he's leaning on the counter, eyelids shut. Even in the dark they're as visible as they would be if they were surrounded by light. I look down briefly to unzip myself, to prepare myself for this evening's entertainment, and look back up to see his tie sitting on kitchen chair and his shirt open. He spins around faces her, his mouth crushing hers in a fevered frenzy while he works the sash of her robe. This kiss was unlike the others, no longer a perfected art form, instead something wild and untamed. They were wild and untamed. The slow, lazy movements of her hands on his back had increased becoming rough and unsteady. There were no other sounds in the apartment other than them; I could hear every moan and word from their mouths. However they weren't speaking much. It was evident there wasn't enough energy between both to communicate verbally and physically like they were doing, and opted for the latter. It's the choice I would have made. Together however they seemed to have a renewed energy, a charge in the air giving them the extra strength just to hold each other up as they sought the release they so desperately want, at this point, the release I so desperately want. Her robe falls gracefully to the ground, revealing a very nude Scully. I catch a glimpse of her backside I haven't seen before. The first night they were on the couch I saw one minute of creamy white skin before she turned around again and slid under him. The following nights were much of the same, I'd arrive just in time to see the real show, none of this foreplay crap they seem so pre-occupied with other nights, the nights I used to walk away from the display. I am a straight-to-the-point kind of guy. I will tolerate foreplay, but only because I know I will get something out of it in the end. I used to enjoy it, however the feeling is lost on me now that I only have one working arm. It takes away half the pleasure of being able to touch with one hand, but not the other. However, being inside somebody is different, makes me feel alive despite one missing appendage. Not to mention in my line of duty there really is no time for formalities like foreplay, it was usually a quick fuck and we'd be done for the next couple of weeks. This is why I don't watch foreplay; it makes me want my other arm back so I can do the things he's doing to her. The moonlight from the window shines off her ass, revealing the perfect texture, smooth and round, and I just about jump out from my pants as I see Mulder's hands land on it and squeeze the living daylights out of the cheeks. He's kneading it, just like she was with his back moments ago. Her hands slide against his skin and slip off his shirt and makes quick work of his belt buckle. That's all she needs, I can recognize the need written on her face, she just wants him accessible to her. There's always time to be slow and gentle, however now is not the time. Mulder of course is perceptive and sees this, and spins her up on the counter and enters her with one quick stroke, his pants still sitting loosely on his hips. I can hear her cries echo outside, she's like a banshee, wild and untamed just like he is. Her head peaks over his shoulder and looks my way, just barely, and I quickly move away from the window just case, however when I turn back I can see she's not really looking in any direction, not seeing anything other than what's going on inside. My head rests against the solid pane of the glass; it's cool against my hot skin, which is flushed from what I'm witnessing. My adrenaline is still high from almost getting caught, and I've grown harder due to that fact. What can I say, I live for danger, it's my job. I lean in again, this time I stand even more so in her line of sight, I love to live on the edge, she'll probably castrate me for this one day, however I live for today and not tomorrow. She looks up again, and this time I don't move, I just watch. Her eyes bore deep inside mine, focused despite the now frenzied fuck Mulder's giving her. She's turned on by this; she's turned on by me watching. I step back from the window; giving her a fuller view of myself, of what I'm doing to myself as I watch them, what they together, do to me. Her eyes trail downward, and I know she likes what she sees. They move faster together, I can hear the litany of expletives she's screaming out to whoever will listen. I'm listening. I can hear their bodies slapping together; I can see how frantic they are and how close they are. I myself once again am once again on that edge. My hand works quickly, up, down, around from base to tip and tip to base. I don't have much longer to go, I'm already leaking slightly as it is, it's only a matter of time before I let loose completely. I see her mouthing my name. She's fucking well saying my name as Mulder fucks her on their counter, and she's saying my name. I'm through; I'm done. I grit my teeth keeping silent despite the primal urge to let the world know I've made yet another mess against the wall of Scully's apartment. It takes me a few minutes to calm down, I've never been watched before, never expected to feel what I had just did, tonight was certainly different from the others. I look back in, Mulder's cleaning Scully up; I've missed it yet again, however that doesn't matter to me as much as it should, there' s always another night. I retrieve a towel I packed along, and move to clean up her wall and any evidence of my presence here tonight. She looks at me one last time before heading in the direction of the bedroom, and even if I was blind I'd still be able to read what she had just mouthed to me. Tomorrow. END *~The world revolves around me~* 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/