From: "Denise Gilliland" To: Subject: [XFNC17ff] New by Spooky's Girl - Tomorrow 1/1 Date: Monday, May 27, 2002 11:07 AM TITLE: Tomorrow 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…but on the lower end of the scale CATEGORY: MSR, Krycek POV SUMMARY: She said 'tomorrow', meaning today. Tomorrow can have so many meanings, and I've just spent the entire night trying to figure each one out. AUTHOR'S NOTES: What can I say, the requests keep coming in, and the ideas keep popping in my head. This is a continuation to Tonight's Different and I Had To Go Back, I've developed a special fondness for this series as well, besides, I love writing series fics if the ideas work. This one has a little twist though, and it isn't quite like the others, it just took on a life of it's own once I started writing it. THANKS: To Lovesfox for the title suggestion way long ago (yes, it's been that long since I started working on it), and Nancy for the beta, you're a star woman! FEEDBACK: Of course, I cherish all feedback given, and usually shower it with tons of chocolate in adoration. denisegilliland@hotmail.com. WEBSITE: http://www.geocities.com/spookys_girl2000 *~*~*~* Her eyes, focused and determined, dark and deep bore into mine. It didn't matter that she was no longer standing in front of me, that I no longer stood by the window watching, the intensity of her eyes was never forgotten. Neither was her mouth, wet, swollen, parted just enough to see the tip of her pink tongue, the way she formed my name silently as he continually thrust into her, as they both went over the edge alongside me. She said 'tomorrow', meaning today. Tomorrow can have so many meanings, and I've just spent the entire night trying to figure each one out. Tomorrow as in watch again, tomorrow as in she's got more for me, or maybe, if I'm lucky, tomorrow I get to participate. Tomorrow, Mulder will find out that I've been there the entire time watching them fuck themselves senseless. I just can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Mulder is a very passionate man, I can tell he puts 100% of himself into pleasing Scully, but can he do the same for me? Can he do the same for an enemy who was sent to kill him countless times? Can he do this for somebody who's double-crossed him one too many times, over-stepping the boundaries set for me by allowing the abduction of his partner to take place. By allowing myself to pull the trigger and bring his father to an untimely end just as he was about to reveal all? Can he do that to somebody he knows is working for the devil? I don't even know if it will get this far tonight. Tonight I may just be a watcher, just like every other night, only this time she'll know I'm there the entire time. There will be no surprises, there will be no hiding in the bushes, I get to watch, and she'll give me a show, if not more. I'm already aching in anticipation. The place is dark, not a single ray of light or flicker of the television is coming from the window I have become so fond of; it looks as if nobody's home and I'm instantly on alert. Even amongst all my daydreaming it hasn't slipped by that this could be a possible set up, a way to reign me in, by calling out my name last night she could have only been trying to attract my attention to trap me, and I've come armed for every situation imaginable, the good and the bad. The glass is cool and smooth pressed against my rough cheek, and there's nobody inside, no sign of life at all. The second window is five feet to the right, her bedroom, and I make my way toward that one, only to find the same situation, lights out and nobody's home. For an instant I think this is a trap, she's found a way to use herself and Mulder to put me in a place to their advantage, knowing my voyeurism would kill any common sense I had left inside me. It's inevitable, I know. Sooner or later it would come down to this. After lightening, the thunder will clap and I'll be at the end of the line. With them waiting for me ready to make their move. My fears come to the forefront as the cool metal of a sig, a fed's sig, is pressed against my cheek. Without turning around I know it is Scully, her reflection in the window betraying her identity. And somehow I figured with Scully here, Mulder was somewhere around, he was never far away from her. "Spread 'em, I want to see if you're packing." Her free arm was pushing me further into the brick of the apartment building; with her leg kicking mine apart and a gun to my cheek I was in no position to turn the tables. "I was packing a few minutes ago," I mentioned with a leer toward Agent Scully's direction. Needless to say, the situation had somewhat switched my priorities around and my body adjusted accordingly, that is until her hand started making its way down the side of my leg. She found my pocket blade and Smith & Wesson with relative ease and placed them on the ground several feet away. "Remember who has the gun here. The last I saw, I threw yours on the ground leaving me completely in control." And she was right; I was totally at her mercy. I knew abilities with a gun; I had seen the results of several of her visits to the shooting galleries in Quantico. And suddenly I was pushed against the brick wall in a completely different way, her body molding to the back of mine, height not making any difference whatsoever as she placed the right amount of pressure in all of the right places. Her free hand was no longer performing the quick detached frisk; instead it had become slow, exploratory as it found its way to the button of my jeans. "No boxers Krycek? I like it that you come prepared." My reaction is quick to her touch and voice, and it pleases me greatly. However, it does make me even more afraid of her control, that she enjoys my lack of proper underwear. I can feel her body slide up mine as her mouth moves to my ear, her hot breath blowing past it, her lips barely grazing the lobe as she speaks again. "How long have you been standing outside my window watching us Krycek? Days? Months? Have you enjoyed what you've seen?" Her hand sliding inside my button fly jeans finds the evidence of my obvious enjoyment of their activities, and it sends shivers through me as her thumb presses against my tip. "I can see you have. My next question is what sort of pleasure do you derive from watching an such a private act?" Her thumb moves from the tip of my cock to the base, and I can't help but groan as images from the previous two nights flood to my mind. What did I enjoy so much about them? "Was it the heat? The intensity? Was it because you knew at any moment one of us could look up at the window and see that you there watching us?" My balls contracted slightly, a modicum of precum leaving my body while she continues to explore and massage me at the same time. Five minutes into this and I'm all ready willing to hand her what's left of my control. "How about the image of my hands all over Mulder's body, Mulder's hands on my body doing anything but a clinical exploration? The image of the two of us moving together searching for something only the other can give, or how about the image of Mulder pounding himself into me, running his fingers over the right spot to make me scream like I did?" And suddenly there is no longer a brick wall in front of me, once again I'm witnessing the events of the night before, fast, frenzied, hurried. A scene uncontrolled both in actions and emotions, Scully leaning back, her hair flying out, her eyes dilated, her mouth open wide forming my name as she bucked on Mulder, and it was more than I could take, as I humped her hand. "Sorry Krycek, you don't get off that easy, you still haven't answered any of my questions." Her hand formed a death grip on the base of my cock, preventing me from my release and keeping me in a state of a full and painful arousal. She turned me from the wall to look at her, her eyes and face mirroring nothing that I've been feeling for the past seven minutes or so. Instead it was the face of clinical detachment like I had feared, the face of a woman looking for answers and nothing more, not the promise I thought she had made to me yesterday, and once again I can feel the cold metal against my face and my fear escalates. "You should be so thankful that Mulder isn't here with us tonight. While I may look deadly," she dragged the gun from my face and down my torso as she bent low, the tip of her tongue peaking from her mouth, "he *is* deadly, especially where you're concerned." Her tongue peaked out and nearly did me in again. If only she wasn't still keeping me at bay, preventing me from performing. Her hand was gone instantly though, and she was picking up the pocket-knife and Smith & Wesson she had thrown on the ground earlier. "Get lost. If I see you around Mulder or me again, even just for a show you'll get these back, just not in the manner you think." My fun was over as I walked away from the scene composing myself. She was wrong though, and she knew it. Tomorrow was always another night, and there were always ways to hide in the shadows and remain undetected. ~END~