Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2000 23:43:18 EST
Subject: NEW: "Morning Glory XI: Prelude to Goodbye" by Isahunter (1/1) NC17
Source: xff


TITLE:  "Morning Glory XI: Prelude to Goodbye"  (1/1)
AUTHOR:  Isahunter
RATING:  NC17
CATEGORY:  V, WIP, Krycek/Other (No slash)
SPOILERS:  Up to One Son, S6
ARCHIVE:  Yes, please.
FEEDBACK:  Isahunter@aol.com
DISCLAIMER:  All characters from "The X-Files" are property of CC, 1013, and 
FOX.  No copyright infringement intended.
SUMMARY:  How do you say an unforgettable farewell?
NOTES:  Continuation of my series, "Morning Glory," which can be found here--
http://www.angelfire.com/ak3/expositions/MG.htm

For Allison--most generous person I've never met.  Thank you for...everything.
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"A friend is someone who knows all about you, and loves you just the same."
                                                    --Author Unknown.

     She winced as she crept down the ladder, hoping the creaking of the 
rungs wasn't audible from the nearby bedroom.  Wearing her blue night shirt 
and carrying a bottle of scented bath gel, she stepped away from the ladder 
and turned to make her way towards the bathroom...only to shriek and nearly 
jump out of her skin as Johnny stepped right in her path.
     "Going somewhere?"
     Shit.  She'd waited all damned night for him to go to bed before 
pretending to retire to her own bed in the loft.  She'd told Alex, just 
before dinner, that she'd join him for that bath he'd mentioned as soon as 
John went to sleep.  Several long hours playing "Go Fish" had not been her 
idea of a good time.  But what she would've rather been doing would have sent 
Johnny's temperature boiling hotter than the water heating on the stove.
     Still, the odd little smile on his face had been unnerving.  
     Now she knew why.
     "Damn it, don't sneak up on me like that!  You know the dark freaks me 
out."
     There was amusement in his voice when he said, "Sorry.  But I was 
wondering what was taking you so long."
     "I didn't know I was that obvious."
     "Bryn, I would love challenge you to a game of poker.  I'd win every 
time."
     Rolling her eyes, she turned around and headed back to the ladder.
     "Where are you going?"
     "Back to bed."
     "Isn't he waiting for you?"
     Pausing, she glanced at him over her shoulder.  "Well, yes, but I was 
planning on sneaking back down here after you went to bed again."
     He laughed softly.  "Get your butt in there before the water gets cold."
     Turning, she could only stare at him.  "You aren't angry?"
     "I've never, in your whole life, seen you smile the way you do when you 
look at him.  If he can do that...there must be something about him that I'm 
not seeing."
     "Oh, John...just when you're becoming a real pain in the ass, you do 
something sweet to make me love you all over again."
     He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.  "Right back at'cha.  Now 
go, before I have to force you."
     Stepping past him, she grinned.  "Good night."
     "Night."
     She didn't waste time wondering if he'd change his mind.  She just ran.  
Knocking lightly on the bathroom door, she turned the knob and opened it a 
crack.
     "It's me."
     "It's about time.  I was beginning to think I'd been stood up."
     Peeking around the door, she took one look at his nude body gold-plated 
by candlelight, and said, "Good God, never."
     Stepping inside the room, she shut and locked the door behind her.  
Leaning heavily against the wooden surface.  Damn, he was magnificent.  
Illuminated by a curtain of glowing steam, his flesh dotted with 
condensation, he sat casually in the full tub with his knees bent to 
accommodate his long legs.  Every dip and curve of his muscles was a play of 
light and shadow.  Tempting, beckoning.  Making her weak in the knees.
     "Wow, a sexy male, a hot bath, and candles?  How romantic."
     "It was either that or we sit in the dark."
     Taking in the visual feast, she raised her eyebrows.  "That would never 
do."
     "So get your butt in here before it starts getting cold."
     Setting the bath gel down, she turned her head to see him watching her.  
A strange expression she'd never seen before sobered his face.
     "What?"
     "Ti krasivaya," he whispered.  "Ya lyublyu tiba."
     "I have no idea what the hell you just said, but it sounded cool."
     He smiled, holding out his hand.  "Get in here."
     Dragging her night shirt over her head, she did as he asked, watching 
his verdant gaze darken even more as he took in her nudity.  Stepping into 
the tub, shuddering slightly at the unfamiliar heat, she tried to settle down 
opposite him...and was barely successful.  There was not nearly enough room 
for the both of them.  Her back was uncomfortably pressed against the water 
spout, her legs were bent in an awkward position, and she was half sitting on 
his feet.
     "OK, so maybe this isn't as romantic as it seemed."
     "Why don't you come over here?"
     "Well, I need to shave my legs."
     "Now that's romantic."
     "If you'd rather I go around looking like a Chia pet..."
     He tugged her bent legs out from between his own and tucked her feet 
over his hips.  Grabbing the bath gel, he squeezed some onto her leg and let 
the bottle drop as he began lathering the mint-scented soap.  She sat back as 
best as she could in her cramped position and watched him with open interest. 
 There was something oddly erotic about watching him work up a lather, even 
if she was a bit embarrassed by her stubbly legs.
     "Are you going to shave them for me, too?"
     He shook his head.  "I don't want to cut you.  I'll just sit back and 
admire the view."
     She considered her position, sitting opposite him with her legs spread 
over his, and blushed.  And when his soapy hand slid down even further, for a 
completely unwarranted lathering, she bit her lip to stifle a moan.  
     "Alex..."
     "Hmm?"
     "You better stop or you're going to make me shake so hard I'll cut 
myself."
     Reluctantly, he sat back and propped his arm up on the edge of the tub.  
"Hurry up."
     Grabbing the nearby pink razor, she set to work, meeting his gaze every 
now and then, hoping her stomach didn't look too horribly flabby as she bent 
over.  He watched with surprising patience, grabbing the gel again as she 
moved to the other leg, before running his hand over the smooth calf of the 
first.
     "Nice."
     She smiled, trying hard to ignore his erection.  It wasn't easy, and the 
growing moisture between her legs had nothing to do with the water.
     "I can't believe you're leaving tomorrow.  You haven't even been here 
two days."
     "Don't think about that now."
     "I can't not think about it, Alex.  You don't even know if you'll make 
it back."
     "I'll come back.  One way or another."
     She finished shaving the rest of her leg in silence before awkwardly 
lifting herself out of the water.  He was about to reach for her, thinking 
she was leaving, when she turned and settled down with her back to his chest. 
 She could feel his still hard cock pressed between them, making her breath 
catch.  With her feet against the opposite wall, she had to admit it was 
better this way.  Resting her head on his shoulder, she tangled her fingers 
with his.
     "I wish we could stay like this."
     "If I stay like this much longer, I'm going to explode."
     She met his gaze over her shoulder, before twisting to meet his kiss.  
The insistent thrust of his tongue in her mouth was like a drug.  Alluring 
and addictive.  She lifted her hand to run her fingers through his wet hair, 
pulling him even tighter against her mouth.  His hand cupped her breast, 
squeezing, caressing, rolling her nipple between his fingers, making her 
squirm.  Sliding down, his hand delved under the water, squeezing between her 
legs to part the folds of her sex.
     "God, you're so wet," he whispered against her lips.
     She arched her back as his fingers teased, dipping deeper to push inside 
her, teasing her clit with his thumb.  Her hips began to shift involuntarily, 
seeking more, needing even harder pressure of his hand.  And yet, this wasn't 
what she'd had in mind.
     "Wait."
     "Hmm?"
     "Alex, stop."
     His ragged breathing against her ear, he said, "What the hell for?"
     Pushing his hand out of the way was one of the hardest things she'd had 
to do, but as she sat up and turned on her knees to face him, she knew it 
didn't matter.  For once, this was going to be all for him.  His pleasure, 
his memories.  When she was done with him, he'd never want to leave her.
     Sitting back on her heels, an extremely uncomfortable position against 
the hard floor of the tub, she reached for the bath gel.  
     "What are you doing?"
     "You'll see."
     Reaching behind her, she released the plug on the tub and drained half 
of the water.
     "What the hell...I didn't drag bucket after bucket of water in here for 
nothing."
     "Shhh.  Trust me, Mikhail."
     He frowned slightly, watching her through lowered eyelids as she 
squeezed some of the gel into her hand and worked it into a lather.  Leaning 
over him, bracing one hand against his shoulder, she started lathering his 
chest.  Working in a circular motion, paying particular attention to his 
hardening nipples.  Up and over his shoulder, trailing a soapy path up his 
neck and down again.  He tried to nip at her lips as she neared, but she 
pulled away and laughed softly.
     "Patience, please."
     She washed down one arm, cleaning each finger in turn, before moving to 
the other side and gently bathing the scarred remains of his left arm.  After 
cleaning under his arms and down his sides, she rinsed off her hands and 
poured handfuls of water over his skin to clean away the frothy mess.
     "You're killing me here."
     "So I see."  She reached down to brush away the pearl of moisture at the 
head of his cock with her thumb, making him flinch.  "I promise it'll be 
worth the wait."
     Groaning, he leaned forward, and grabbed the back of her neck, claiming 
a kiss before she could move away.
     Dropping her hands to her sides, she gave him a reproachful glare.  
"You're spoiled.  I don't think I should continue at all."
     "You better or I'm gonna drag your ass out of here and fuck you on the 
floor."
     She had to squeeze her thighs together as that image flooded her mind.  
She was almost tempted to let him do it.
     Taking a deep breath, she filled her hand with more bath gel and scooted 
down as far as she could in the tub.  Grabbing his left foot, making him bend 
his leg back even further, she placed it on her chest and slowly began 
lathering his calf.
     "Tell me about your family."
     "Jesus, now?"
     She grinned, slyly.  "Yes.  Maybe it'll take your mind off things and 
you won't be in such...discomfort."
     He leaned his head back, bringing his hand up to impatiently rub his 
eyes.  "What do you want to know?"
     "Well, what were your parents' names?"
     "Anton and Eva."
     For some reason he didn't sound too proud to mention that.  Working her 
way back to his foot, she used the lather to massage the tender skin 
underneath.
     "Did they love you?"
     "What kind of a question is that?"  When she looked away from his gaze, 
his voice immediately softened.  "Yes, they did."
     "Did you have any siblings?"
     "No.  My mother was pregnant again when I was nine, but she miscarried."
     "I'm sorry.  That must have been very hard on your family."
     "You could say that.  It was her lover's baby."
     She paused while working on the ball of his foot.  "Oh.  I--"
     "It's OK.  That was a long time ago."
     "It still must have been hard on you.  You were so young.  I can't 
remember my parents being anything but indifferent to each other, but at 
least they didn't cheat."
     "She didn't consider it cheating, at the time.  She told my father she 
was doing her job."
     Sabryn wasn't sure she wanted to know any more.  So much for giving him 
a night to remember--she was only bringing up bad memories.  Setting down his 
foot, she rinsed away the soap before moving to the other leg.
     "What happened between them?"
     "They stayed together.  He forgave her, even though he'd had his heart 
broken."
     "You wouldn't have done the same?"
     "She destroyed him.  He was never the same person again.  No, I wouldn't 
have forgiven her, and I didn't.  She stuck around, helped me with my 
homework, paid for part of my education...but we were little more than 
housemates."
     She could understand that very easily.  "It must be very hard to trust 
someone after that."
     He didn't say a word.  But he didn't really have to.  Rinsing off his 
right leg, she set his foot down and scooted up between his thighs.  Her own 
legs were starting to cramp from sitting in the same position, but she tried 
her best to ignore it.  Concentrating on his gaze, it wasn't too entirely 
hard.
     "I'm sorry."
     "For what?"
     "For kissing Skinner, after what your mother did to you."
     He looked away, his expression hardening.  "I wanted to kill him."
     "And what about me?"
     "I wanted to wipe him from your memory.  To smother you with myself, 
consume you, and fuck you so hard you could do nothing but scream my name.  
Until you knew without a doubt that your every little thought and breath was 
mine alone--"
     She crushed his lips under hers, stopping the possessive litany before 
he truly grew as angry as he sounded.  Sealing their mouths, giving him no 
doubt as to who she was thinking of.  Putting every bit of passion she had 
behind the act.  And when she pulled back to meet his gaze, his eyes were 
blazing.
     "You really are trying to kill me, aren't you?"
     "Well...maybe just a little incapacitation, to keep you from leaving 
tomorrow.  After I have my way with you, of course."
     "So go ahead."
     Reaching for the gel one last time, she held his gaze and she poured 
some into her hand and rubbed it between her palms.  He flinched slightly 
when she touched her fingers to his inner thighs, raking her fingernails 
through the dark hair, sliding back and forth in a deliberate tease.  And 
when she finally reached the smooth solid length of his cock, he was 
breathing so hard he stirred her hair.  She stroked her soapy hand up and 
down, tugging at him with each pull, smiling devilishly when he couldn't keep 
his hips still.  He nearly groaned aloud when she stopped her motions, but as 
she reached down to rub a layer of foam over his scrotum his protest melted 
into a moan of pure satisfaction.
     "I think you like that."
     "Fuck, I can't tell you how good that feels."
     "I think I can see for myself."
     His cock was so engorged it looked painful.  And judging by the way he 
hissed when she stroked it again, it undoubtedly was.  He couldn't hold 
himself still, his fingers clamped down hard on the rim of the tub, his head 
tossing against the wall with her every pull.  And when she could see his 
balls starting to rise, she stopped all motion and pulled her hand away.
     His eyes popped open immediately.  "What the--"
     "Patience."
     "Screw patience, damn it!  I was about to cum!"
     She bit her lip, stifling laughter.  "Shhh.  They'll hear you."
     "I don't give a damn.  That was plain mean."
     "I'll make it up to you," she said, leaning forward to brush his lips 
with her own.  "I promise."
     He was unnaturally still, holding his body in rigid composure as she 
rinsed away the last of the soap.  If not for the fact that they still hadn't 
washed their hair, she would have drained the rest of the water.  Instead, 
she'd just have to work around it.  Backing up as far as she could, she 
rested her forearm on the tub floor and used the other to steady his cock as 
she took it into her mouth.  She could hear him suck in a shuddering breath 
and she almost needed one of her own.  She could barely imagine doing 
something like this, let alone actually going for it.  She'd had him in her 
mouth once before, but she hadn't expected that moment to go all the way.  
This time, she knew exactly where things were headed.
     Blind instinct led her to swirl her tongue around the dripping head, 
tasting lightly soapy bath water and the unmistakable taste of male 
secretions.  Slightly bitter, slightly salty, but not unpleasant.  Oddly, the 
more she tasted, the more she liked it.  There was something so perfect about 
having him in her mouth, drinking from his body.  A strange, almost biblical 
notion...which nearly made her laugh, considering the situation.  She could 
feel his belly brushing against her head with the rapid struggle of his 
breathing.  And when she added a bit of suction, she could see his knuckles 
turn white as he grasped the tub edge even tighter.  The throbbing ache 
between her legs wasn't helping matters in the slightest.
     Making sure to breathe, she took him deeper in her mouth...and still 
managed to gag a bit before she controlled it.  He started to reach for her, 
but she pushed his hand away.  He was so close.  She wasn't stopping now.
     Sucking hard, she used her hand to stroke the length she couldn't 
manage.  Licking at the hard ridge that ran the underside of his cock.  
Pulling back every now and then to nibble at the swollen head until he moaned 
out loud.  She kissed the tip with moist lips, meeting his gaze once more.  
He looked about seconds away from losing it.  Knowing she had to act fast, 
she swallowed his length again, moving her head up and down, keeping the 
rhythm with her hand, feeling his hips start to rise beneath her.
     "Oh shit, shitshitshit...."
     His fingers clenched in her hair, his entire body poised, and his 
testicles started to rise, she took one last deep breath and swallowed.  His 
semen spurted against the back of her throat, his entire body shuddering as 
he emptied himself into her mouth. 
     "Uhnnn..."  He panted, his hand falling limp by her side.  "God damn...I 
didn't know you were going to do that."
     Releasing him from her mouth, she licked her lips and sat up.  "You 
didn't like it?"
     "I feel like you just ripped my guts out."
     "Is that good, or bad?"
     "That's good.  Very, very good."
     She gave him a shy smile as he leaned forward and kissed her, tasting 
himself in her mouth.  Her legs were quivering, and she felt so swollen and 
achy that she thought she might spontaneously combust.  As if reading her 
mind, he reached his hand between her legs, pushing his fingers inside of 
her, never taking his lips off hers.  She gasped into his mouth, wrapping her 
arms around his shoulders as he continued to shove his fingers in and out.  
Her shaky thighs threatened to collapse, she could barely breathe, and when 
he finally pushed his thumb down hard on her stiffened clit, she nearly bit 
him in her convulsions.  He pulled back to watch her, milking the orgasm for 
all it was worth, fucking her with his fingers until her muscles finally went 
still.
     He rinsed her with the soapy water as she caught her breath.  "I think 
you liked that."
     She nodded.  "I wasn't lying when I told my brother you were good."
     "Damned good."
     "Definitely."

     Sabryn felt the bed shift and lazily opened her eyes, wondering what 
time it was.  After closing her eyes for the first time all night, only 
meaning to rest a moment, she'd somehow fallen asleep.  Not really 
surprising.  They'd worn each other out.  There was scarcely a moment he 
hadn't been inside her, in one way or another.  There wasn't a place on her 
body he hadn't touched, kissed, or stroked.  After so much delicious contact, 
her whole body felt like a live wire of nerves.  Blinking slowly, she turned 
her head to the side to see Alex laying on his back, scratching the cat 
behind the ears as it sat on his chest and purred, in pure ecstasy.
     "I knew it," she said, softly.
     He actually looked embarrassed to be caught in the act.  "Knew what?"
     "I knew you liked that cat."
     "She's a pain in the butt.  Wouldn't leave me alone until I petted her."
     "Hmm...I bet you say that about me, behind my back, too."
     He smirked slightly.  "I wouldn't do that, would I, Cheeser?"
     "That poor cat's name is Cheeser?"
     "Audrey named her 'Cheshire Cat' when she got her, because she looked 
like she was grinning.  But when her youngest granddaughter tried to say the 
name, it sounded like 'Cheeser.'  So, Cheeser Cat, she is."
     She reached across to pet the cat, making it purr even louder.  "She's 
awfully sweet."
     "Did you have a nice nap?"
     "I didn't mean to fall asleep.  You should have woke me up."
     "You were dreaming.  I didn't want to disturb you, in case it was 
something good."
     She thought for a minute, trying to recall what it was.  Only bits and 
pieces floated through her mind.  "I was little...running through a field.  I 
got scared, because I thought I was dreaming about the abduction again, but I 
realized after a while that it wasn't me.  And instead of being the girl, I 
was watching her from behind."
     He moved the cat out of the way, turning on his side to face her as 
Cheeser curled up behind him.
     "She had dark hair, and she was running towards a hill...and I called to 
her, like I knew her."  She paused, trying to remember.  "I don't know what 
her name was, but I knew it then.  I started to chase after her, and when I 
got to the top of the hill, she stopped and grabbed my hand.  Everything up 
to then had been normal, but once we were on the hill, you could see this 
city below...blackened and charred, like it had been bombed."
     She shivered, meeting his gaze.  "I'm scared.  What if the earth does 
look like that someday?"
     "It was a dream."  He curled his hand around hers, threading their 
fingers together.  "And even if it wasn't, you were alive."
     "Who would want to be alive in a place like that?"
     "Things rebuild all the time.  Forests burn to the ground from lightning 
strikes.  It's part of nature.  And the ash and destruction nourish the new 
growth, making everything stronger."
     "What we're talking about isn't natural at all."
     Pulling her closer, he tucked her legs between his and pressed his lips 
against her hair line.  "You're gonna be all right.  I know it."
     She wrapped her arms around him, bringing them up to cup his shoulders 
in her hands.  Whispering against his shoulder, she said, "I didn't mean for 
this to happen."
     "What?"
     "I just thought it would be some innocent thing...something to make me 
feel normal."
     He pulled back to look at her, but she refused to meet his gaze.  "What 
are you talking about?"
     "I don't know what it was, really.  Maybe because you were honest with 
me.  Or maybe because an attractive man paid attention to me...or the danger 
could have even had something to do with it."
     "Sabryn--"
     "But I think--I think it was all of those things and more.  The kindness 
that seemed to shine through you, even past that bad-ass persona you wear so 
well.  The way you looked at me.  The way you didn't baby me, like my 
brother.  And you wanted me, even after I told you my dirty little secret."
     He stared at her in silence.  She could feel his gaze boring into her, 
penetrating, the same hypnotic stare that pulled her in every time.  And she 
couldn't look at him, or she'd never say it.
     "That first time, in my bed...I hardly even knew you.  I'd talked to you 
a couple of times before, but it felt like--this is going to sound really 
stupid and cliched, but it felt like I'd known you a million times before."
     "What are you saying?"
     She licked her lips, buying precious time.  "I'm saying that despite 
everything I know you've done, and the little voice that tells me it's wrong, 
I've fallen in love with you.  And it scares me to death."
     He was alarmingly silent for the longest time.  Perfectly still.  And 
she couldn't even tell if he was breathing.  Daring to look up, she met his 
gaze and sucked in a deep breath.  He looked shocked.  Like it was the last 
thing he ever expected her to say.  He opened his mouth to speak, and closed 
it again.  Blinking a couple of times, before opening his mouth once more.
     "Say that again?"
     "I said I was scared--"
     "No, not that part."
     She should have known he wouldn't make this easy.  Using the softest 
whisper, she closed her eyes and said, "I love yo--"
     The rest of the word was smothered against his lips, buried under his 
weight as he rolled and settled on top of her.  Twisted and turned into a 
stunned gasp as he pushed her legs apart and thrust himself inside her.  She 
barely had time to breathe, let alone adjust to his invasion, before he 
started moving inside of her, worshipping her lips, pulling her thigh up for 
even deeper penetration.
     "Say it again."
     Fiery little tingles sped through her veins, rocketing out to the tips 
of her fingers and toes, centering from the heated spot where they joined.
     She panted, closing her eyes at the feel of his mouth suckling her ear.  
"I love you."
     God, his whole body seemed to convulse with the words, speeding up, 
driving into her even harder.
     "Again."
     "I love you, Alex."
     Pressing down hard on her pubic bone, he sent little shock waves of 
friction through her clit.  She gasped, digging her fingernails into his 
upper back, feeling the entire bed shudder beneath them, glancing over to see 
the cat watching with bored yellow eyes.
     Before she could be embarrassed by the feline's scrutiny, he kissed her 
again, drawing all of her attention, making her toes curl.  His hips slammed 
between her legs, faster with every passing second, so close to making her 
scream.
     "Say it, baby.  Tell me you love me."
     "Yes, oh God.  Mmmm"  She gasped again, her thighs tightening as she 
neared orgasm.  "I love...you...so...much."
     Two more hard thrusts and he threw his head back, groaning through 
clenched teeth, shuddering with the force of his climax.  And when the 
tension left his muscles, he settled down bonelessly on top of her.  His face 
pressed against her hers, his rapid breathing washing over the sweat on her 
skin.  She turned her head even more, to meet his gaze.
     "I don't want you to leave me."
     He reached up to push her hair away from her eyes, his fingers lingering 
to trace the curve of her ear.  "I'm coming back, Sabryn.  I promise you 
that."
     "You'd better."
     Rolling to his side, still joined with her body, he tucked her thigh 
over his hip and pulled her tight against him.
     "I love you, too, baby."

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