Date: 11 MAR 1998 18:35:51 GMT 
From: RN500 
Subject: REPOST: "Alpha & Omega" by L. Phillips 

TITLE:  Alpha And Omega
AUTHOR:  Linda Phillips
RATING:  NC-17
CLASSIFICATION: V / R	
KEYWORDS:  MSR
SUMMARY:  Not summarized at author's request
DISCLAIMER:  The X-Files and it's characters belong to Chris 
Carter, 1013 Productions, and Fox Television. But, hey, I can 
dream.

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Comments to Linda at rn500@ozline.net
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	I felt him watching me even before I opened my eyes. 
I always can. But I'm never quite sure of what I'll see. 
Sometimes his eyes are soft and reverent and so full of love 
that my heart feels as if it will burst just looking at him. 
Sometimes there is fear - childlike, unprotected, he searches 
me for reassurance, and I do all that I can to make him 
believe that I will never leave him. Other times I see raw 
hunger. He will reach for me, and my body responds without 
hesitation, even before my sleepy mind can follow. 

	Then there are the moments when he is a flux of 
emotions, with so many needs to fill. Like tonight.

	I am facing away as I awaken. I start to turn to him, 
but he stops me with a gentle hand on my shoulder. I wait, 
anticipation growing in my belly, gooseflesh spreading on my 
skin. I soon feel a finger softly tracing the small hills of my 
spine, from the base of my neck slowly downward. As his 
hand meets my tail bone it spreads open wide and slides to 
the right, smoothing over the roundness of my hip. He moves 
closer to me, and I feel his warmth against my back, almost, 
but not quite touching my skin. He reaches down along my 
thigh as far as his long arm can extend, then back again. I 
sigh. I love it when he touches me this way, as if I am new to 
him, as if he has never before explored every inch of me. He 
makes me feel young and beautiful and so sexy. 

	Mulder and I have been physically intimate for 
several months now. I still remember those last few weeks 
before our first time. Tension building, both of us knowing 
what was going to happen soon, what was inevitable. I think 
we had known for some time. So intimate in every other way, 
it was a natural progression to complete the circle of our 
relationship. Yet, I balked. I was afraid. His passion frightened 
me. I imagined being swallowed up by his neediness. It was 
too much, I thought. I will suffocate. 

	Little did I know all that I would acquire by 
surrendering. Empty places within me, places I wasn't even 
conscious of, were filled with him. Yes, he needs me. I have 
found unexpected joy in that. But he also gives so much.

	I feel a kiss on my neck, right where the curve is that 
becomes my shoulder. I shiver unexpectedly, and his arm 
goes across my chest and holds me to him, to warm me. But 
I'm not cold. My body is heating up by the minute. 

	The hand in front of me begins to explore. He is so 
gentle now. He can be rough, when his need for me is too 
great. He can probe and clutch at me, his lips taking mine in 
turbulent kisses, and he will enter me deep and thrusting. At 
those times it is passion, but also pain, that I see in his eyes. 
He needs me the most then, and somehow I understand that 
he would crawl inside of me at that moment, if there was a 
way. He will tell me that I am everything to him, his voice 
nearly breaking, and I know that it's true. It's the very thing 
that I was so fearful of in the beginning. But instead of feeling 
apprehension, I am in awe of his trust in me, the security he 
feels in my arms. It is sacred to me, and I guard it like a 
treasure.

	His fingers fall on my lips, and follow a trail over my 
chin and into the hollow of my throat. He is nestled behind me 
so that I feel his breath on my neck, and I hear it become just 
slightly more rapid as his fingertips continue downward. I bring 
my hand behind me to rest against his hip and pull him into 
me. His erection presses between the cheeks of my ass, and 
a moan escapes me as I feel it throb there. But he will not be 
hurried tonight, I can tell. He gently rubs his palm over one 
nipple, teasing, until it is hard and my breasts feel swollen 
with the want of him. He moves to the other, already erect 
and firm, and pinches it gently between his fingers. I moan 
again. I can't help it. The sound seems to further arouse him, 
and he takes the mound of my breast in his hand and kneads 
it softly, then the other, as his tongue moves across my 
shoulder. He has told me before that he loves my breasts. I've 
always felt a little self conscious of the fact that they aren't 
larger, even as my intellectual mind recoiled from such a 
ridiculous standard. But I must admit that I melt inside when 
he tells me that they are perfect, round and firm like a young 
girl's. I am Lolita, a first kiss, a newly explored sensuality, a 
fantasy realized.

	His left arm slides under me, and the hand reaches 
for the one I have tucked under my pillow. He enfolds my 
hand in his and our fingers interlace. His right hand continues 
to move down, over my taut abdomen, around my navel, in  
maddeningly slow circles. My breathing is coming harder now, 
matching his. His teeth come down gently on my earlobe, 
nibbling, and then his whispered words crash through the 
silence.

	"You'll never know how much I love you..."

	He's right. I probably never will. He experiences 
emotions so deeply, he's so much more open to the extremes 
of human passion than I can ever allow myself to be. I am 
envious at times. When I open myself as fully as I can to him, 
I feel naked, exposed. It has taken me a long time to let him 
see inside of me, and there is still so much I keep locked 
away. But he does not push. He can feel when I need to relax 
my guard. Holding up the walls I have built sometimes makes 
me so very weary. He will hold me tenderly as I unfold, and I 
let him soothe me and whisper to me that I am safe no matter 
what. I am child, demanding, troubled, making him prove his 
love for me. He does so willingly.

	I gasp as his fingers brush the soft curls that mark the 
perimeter of my sex. I wait for him to reach further and dip 
into the wet center of me. But he doesn't. Not yet. He follows 
a path of his own choosing, slowly. My heart pounds, and I 
grip his ass tighter, my fingers digging into tender flesh. 
Finally, I can stand it no longer, and I turn to my back and 
look up at him. I frame his beautiful face in my hands, and 
use my eyes to show him how very much I love him. I think 
it's the only thing he truly trusts, for he's heard so many false 
words, so many lies. He lowers his face to mine and brushes 
his lips against my own again and again, until I finally capture 
them and drink him in. He moans into my mouth, and falls 
against me so that we are skin to skin along my entire length. 
His mouth moves over my cheek, my eyes, down to my 
throat, where he kisses my throbbing pulse. His tongue traces 
along the dip between my breasts and leisurely encircles first 
one nipple, then the other. I arch my back to urge him on, and 
at last he ends one torture and begins another as he takes the 
firm pink bud in his mouth. He suckles gently yet urgently, and 
settles in against me. I wrap my arms around him and hold 
him close, sweetly aroused. I am madonna, nurturer, life 
giver.

	His erection pulses against my leg, wet and hot. Soon 
I am dripping with my own intensity, and there is fire between 
my legs that is precious torment. I open my thighs and guide 
his hand there. He softly strokes my clit, eliciting a groan from 
deep within me. He leaves my breast and moves up to watch 
my face as I enjoy his magic touch. I close my eyes and 
concentrate on what he's doing to me. I picture his fingers 
moving, stroking, wet and slippery. Every nerve in my body is 
humming. He brings me to the brink, then stops. It almost 
brings tears to my eyes.

	"Not yet," he whispers, and kisses my whimpering 
mouth.

	I open my eyes as he lies back on the bed. The look 
on his face tells me what he wants. I rise to my knees and 
swing my leg over, straddling him. His eyes never leave mine 
now. I rest my swollen vulva against him, letting just the tip of 
him enter me. He closes his eyes just for a moment, fighting 
his own urge to thrust up against me. Slowly, I lower myself 
onto him. He holds my gaze, his breath coming in ragged  
gasps. My mouth opens, and I lick my dry lips in anticipation. 
There is just enough light coming in from the street lamps 
outside. I can see his face, the outline of his lean upper body. 
He catches my hands in his and holds them up, keeping me 
erect over him. As I move down the final inch, our bodies 
meet, and he releases a sigh from his very soul. 

	"Scully... oh, God..."

	I move rhythmically on him, and he meets me again 
and again. We move together, and he releases my hands to 
caress me everywhere. I feel fierce, I want him so much now. 
I move faster, harder, leaning down over him to kiss him, 
crude and rough. My tongue thrusts into his mouth and he 
responds in kind. I pull it in, sucking, biting, feral sounds 
escaping from somewhere deep inside of me. I am lover, 
seductress, an earthly goddess. In this moment, with this 
man, I am alpha and omega, his beginning and his end. It 
carries me to heights unknown before. I bless it and I curse it 
and I never want it to end.

	I am at the precipice, and I fervently push myself over 
the edge, calling his name as I fall.

	 A litany, over and over, a prayer to the living. 

	I feel him explode before I reach the ground. He holds 
me to him tightly, his mouth again on mine, his seed spilling 
into me, he is at once vulnerable and Herculean. I lay against 
him, spent, as he catches his breath. We stay like this a long 
time. I don't want to give up the connection we have at this 
moment, so complete of body and spirit. But at last I pull 
away, and he settles me into the crook of his arm, where we 
drift into that contented place between sleep and awake. 
Before I am carried away into a dream, I reach up and caress 
his cheek. He holds my palm to his face for a moment, and I 
know that he feels all the love that I have. I cannot sleep until 
I have made that bond with him.

	For this night, our world is here, in this bed. Soon the 
dawn will come and life will intrude once again. But as sure as 
the sun will rise, it will also set, and we will meet in our safe 
world once again.

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End

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