Polina couldn't tell where she ended and where Alexei began. All of her felt hot, but she felt hottest wherever she felt Alexei closest. Their lips, her waist beneath his hands, her arms where they rested around his neck. She felt like she was melting into him.
She let out a little sound as she opened her mouth to Alexei, unsure of what to do when she felt the hot slide of his tongue against hers. He was hungry, she could feel it, but she had been starved far longer of affection and she was realizing this only now having had her first taste. After what felt like a few hours, or maybe just a few minutes even, she managed to pull away with a little breathy gasp. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Alexei leaned forward again after Polina pulled away, it was reflexive for him to dip in for more. He would’ve sucked the breath out of her if she would’ve let him. He still held her close, his mouth still only an inch away, but he maintained the short distance as Polina tried to catch her breath. Alexei looked up at her from under his thin lashes, his eyes Stygian and in a state of maudlin. He didn’t have much more pigment than Polina, but his skin was hot and pink from their kissing. He let the hand that was knotted in her hair, drop only to touch her cheek. Gently this time, but his thumb still found its way connect with her bottom lip; puffy and wet from their kissing.
“Sorry…” He managed to say, not all present behind his eyes; still burning for her touch though he tried to sober himself. “I got carried away.” He admitted, lucidity slowly returning.
Polina let out a breathless little laugh at Alexei’s apology. She gently shook her head as her breathing returned, fingers lightly caressing the join of his shoulders and neck. They were already impossibly close, but she leaned in still to place one more peck at Alexei’s mouth and brushed their noses together.
“It’s okay…I didn’t mind.” She said. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Alexei had been courting Polina properly for a few months now. He would spend every moment of everyday with Polina if he could. While his savings could probably support that aspiration, there was still expectations of him in his family business. The only moments when he was not with Polina, were when he truly could not be. When there was work to be done, an escorting, a transporting or an assassination; though when he was doing any of these things, he did so while thinking of her. The only other instance of separation was when the night came and it was time for them to retire at separate households. While Alexei would love nothing more than to fall asleep beside Polina and wake up again beside her, it wasn't appropriate yet. They had only just established that they were boyfriend and girlfriend. Only recently began being physical; light affection and sometimes steamy kissing. Alexei was happy to wait though, to take their time. In truth it made him crave her more, it made the times they were together, the moments when they did touch; that much more tantalizing. It was a good lesson for him in patience and discipline. This prepared him for when they finally could be intimate, he could take care not to devour her whole in breath. Alexei would want to savor it, take his time and make each second last.
This is what he was thinking about as he washed his face in the bathroom sink. He had just finished a job for his Aunt Vania, he came to her penthouse to inform her of the job particulars. As customary, he detailed the mission while covered in flecks of stinky blood. Alexei's only weapon, was his physicality, his brute force was all he needed to neutralize their enemies. It was normal for him to be this way, and normal that he would be seeing Polina right after. Vania knew this, and advised her sweet nephew to wash up and change; she had sent her stylist for something fresh for him to put on. He had planned to wash up anyways, learning from his past that he cannot just show up for dinner drenched in blood. But he hadn't considered packing a change of clothes and he would've been a bit underdressed anyways for the restaurant he was going to take her to.
It was a new establishment that just opened on the upper east side, they had a Michelin star location in Budapest and just opened their first restaurant in America. The menu was small but because the whole menu is served to guests during their reservation. Samples of every appetizer and entree, and even the desserts; SZIRNYIKI, with different fillings and toppings, served like a flight on a long handmade ceramic plate. He hoped Polina would like it. With a warm washcloth draped over his face, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine that the steam from the warm rag, was Polina's breath on his face. He remained like that for a moment, trying to remember how she smelled; the sunlight on her hair, the blood in her cheeks. He pulled the rag down his face and observed himself in the mirror, deciding he was clean. If Polina were a werewolf, perhaps she would still smell the iron on him from the blood, but she wasn't, so she wouldn't.
He changed into a black turtleneck, accompanied with a slate gray matching suit pant and jacket. He still had all his normal piercings in, the same white gold rings on his fingers, and a chain around his neck. On their outings together, Alexei made a great effort to buy things for Polina. Any old thing, it did not matter, if she looked at something than Alexei was likely to buy it. That being said, he had gifted her several dresses by now. Not that the little blue church dress she often wore, didn't drive him absolutely wild. But he was curious to see what she would choose if she were to wear something he bought for her.
When he stepped out of the bathroom, he could see his Aunt Vania in her kitchen. She stood at the kitchen island, fixing herself some sort of cocktail. Alexei being sober, made him ignorant to drinks, he couldn't guess what she was making or why there were olives in the glass. She looked tired, something heavy on her mind that weighed down her brows. Alexei thought she had such a small face, it looked strange and crowded when crumped like that.
"What's wrong?" Alexei asked, as he padded down the hallway toward her.
"Me and your Grandma got into it." Vania said with a flat tone. Normally, Ania was the flat twin. Vania was normally giggly, charming; generally hard to deflate though not impossible. That normally did only happen, when Vania and Riley butted heads on a matter. "Some of our traffickers got off." She added.
"I thought they all died?" Alexei asked, struggling as he tried to push his feet into his shoes without pulling out the tongue or fixing the laces.
"No. All the ones on the first floor did, but the police had to round up the rest. They went to trial, and they got off." Vania said, taking a swig of her drink. "I'm disappointed but I suppose it's my fault." She added, tapping a long manicured nail on the rim of the glass.
"Why did you fight?" Alexei asked, scuffing his foot on the floor, causing Vania to wince with annoyance.
"Expectations, what I didn't do and what I should have done. We can't all be God's favorite." Vania said before flapping a hand at Alexei. "Take your foot out and put your shoes on right! These floors are new!" She exclaimed .
Alexei did as he was told, still mulling over what Vania had said. "So those traffickers...What happens now that they're released?" He asked, looking up at her as he tied his shoes.
"I have Klondike on it, the hope is the tail them back to their boss. Maybe we can destroy them at the root then." Vania replied, tossing her head back as she finished her drink. She let out a satisfied hum after his swallowed, dabbing the corners of her mouth with her finger. She snapped into a cool smile, perhaps forcing herself to change her mood and shift the topic. "I wouldn't worry too much, it's my problem. Anyways, you may take my Audi, but no food in the car and fill up the tank before you bring it back to me." She then procured her car keys from her pocked and held them out to Alexei in an open palm.
Alexei normally took his aunt's car, often without permission too. She acted annoyed about it most of the time, but in truth Alexei didn't think she actually minded. He felt like she enjoyed the thrill of bickering over something shared. Vania went to a private boarding school apart from Ania for awhile, so he supposed Vania missed out on some of that sharing and some of the bickering with her twin. Now both girls were women and lived very separate lives. Even when they did speak and see each other, it would never be the same as if they were girls.
Alexei took the keys, nodding in agreement as the terms set by his aunt.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." She issued then, with a wave goodbye. Winking and turning on her heel to make another drink as Alexei departed to retrieve Polina.
The experience of dating was one that was brand new to Polina, but spending so much time with Alexei was not. It wasn't as if Alexei didn't spend all his free time with Polina before, but now that they were officially courting, it felt different, that much more precious, which was why even if tonight was just a normal date night out for them, Polina was taking lengths to get herself ready for it.
Polina rarely wore makeup, but she had taken to wearing hints of it when Alexei took her out. She knew he could care less if she wore it or not, but she thought he always seemed so handsome and polished that it would be a waste to not at least try and match him in that way. She also wore it because it was admittedly nice knowing that Alexei would not only take notice of it, but would shower her with appreciative compliments even if it was just a spot of blush or a tinted lip balm. He always made her feel beautiful and precious.
She was currently sitting on the floor in front of her mama while Marina helped pin up her hair in a braided coronet, a style she often wore even casually around the house. Polina's hair was beyond simply long, it hung in wavy, pale sheets of blonde to just above her thighs. To leave it unbound was to be inconvenienced by it. She liked keeping it long though, it reminded her of her sisters and how they had all grown their hair out. Some of her fondest memories were that of Alina and Katerina fawning over their littlest sister and treating her like a doll to play dress up and do her hair. She loved having her hair done by her mama still and asked Marina to do it whenever she could but especially on date nights like this.
Polina used a little handheld mirror to help guide little pearl earrings, which once belonged to her mother's mother but now belonged to her and were one of the very few heirlooms recovered from their old lives, into her lobes while Marina finished off her work with a large, blue bow at the back of Polina's neck. It made her already fair coloring look even fairer, but it also drew attention to her blue eyes.
"Stand up, маленькая жемчужина. Let me get a good look." Marina said, patting at her daughter's shoulders.
Polina set the mirror down on the floor beside her before pushing off her knees and standing to face her mother. She was admittedly a little nervous to show her mother the dress she had chosen for her and Alexei's date night, mostly because out of all her accumulated wardrobe it was perhaps the most "risque". It was a white, longline sweater dress that despite covering plenty of skin was fitted enough that it still edged the fine line of immodesty. It clung to her rounded hips and generous chest and had a high slit in the back of the skirt that offered glimpses of her pale thighs whenever the fabric shifted. The dress had been one of the few that Polina actually picked out herself and had directly asked Alexei to purchase for her. She often felt a little guilty about asking for Alexei to buy her things even though she knew he was fine with it, but with this dress specifically, her guilt was remedied by the fact she knew he would appreciate seeing her in it.
She reached down to tug at the skirt where it'd ridden up on her waist a bit and proceeded to do a slow spin to show the outfit to her mama, cheeks pinked with more than blush as she did so.
"Does it look okay?" She asked, hoping that her mama wouldn't comment on it's fit.
"I think you look beautiful." Marina smiled as she reached out to grab Polina's hands in hers. She kissed at her youngest daughter's knuckles. "He will be very pleased, I'm sure." She nodded. Though Alexei often slipped from Marina's mind, whenever he came around she instantly warmed to him. Even if she forgot him, she would remember his kindness and his adoration of her daughter well enough.
Polina smiled and gave her mama's hands a squeeze.
"Thank you, Mama. I'm sure he will, but I'd like it if he'd get here faster so he can see." She joked, glancing passed Marina to see Diana, the nurse who came over on nights like this, moving around the kitchen to get dinner ready. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Alexei had made it a habit of bringing something with him when he came over, sometimes it was just whatever Polina asked for; if she needed something for the house, or an ingredient for dinner. Since the first time, when he brought dill, it felt customary almost. But by now Alexei had helped Polina and Marina, plant their own little garden for flowers and herbs. There was a plot for planting at the end of their porch, and a little garden box that hung on the window. Even as their blossoming romance, watered the little garden of harvestables, it did not prevent Alexei from showing up still with a fresh boquet. There were Peruvian Lillie’s, daisies, daises, roses and snapdragons; all white. They often were when he brought them, sometimes with accent flowers in blush colors. White was how he saw her, white as all things rare and opulent. The crop of snapdragons stood long-stemmed, reminding Alexei of Polina’s neck. It was delicate and thin, Alexei could see the veins of the petals like he could see Polina’s pulse in her throat. The Lillie’s were young yet still, a few petals blossoming gently from their bulbs, parting like Polina’s lips when she spoke, when she breathed, when she gasped. The roses were small but round, their radiance could be overlooked had they been held by anyone but Alexei. He found them heavenly in essence, the shape of them and how small they looked in his hand, not unlike how Polina rested in his arms; her face in his hands. The sparkling daises were somehow whitest of the white flowers they were nestled in, the pistils of which reminded Alexei of Polina’s eyes. Although they weren’t blue, they had a twinkle about them; they shone like stars, just like her eyes. The florist called titled this arrangement as, “eternal affection.” He hoped that sentiment would be felt, and felt every time he showed up for her.
Alexei didn’t pause to straighten out his jacket or pants, nor mess with his hair. He was just so eager to see Polina again, while he wanted to look nice for her always, he couldn’t spare another moment before getting to her again. With the flowers in his arm, he knocked on the door three times with the knuckle of his index finger, ring making a distinct sound against the wood; like a door knocker they did not have.
Both Polina and Marina swiveled their heads in unison upon hearing the distinct knock at the door and Marina let out a laugh.
"He must have heard you." She teased before playfully swatting at Polina's behind. "You better not keep him waiting."
Polina laughed at the urgency, roses in her cheeks, before she practically skipped over to the door. There was a little window at the top of the door that was too tall for anyone to easily peer into the home, but Polina could glimpse the midnight dark hair atop Alexei's head. She grinned and unlocked the door, cracking it just enough to peer out.
"Who is it?" She playfully asked as she looked up at Alexei. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Before she had even opening the door, Alexei could hear her urgent little steps to the door. He thought he could even smell the blood rising to her cheeks. Alexei of course had superior sense, but sometimes he wondered if they were even sharper when it came to Polina. Or if it was just what his sense were trained to now, little else interested him and little else was worth noticing when it came to Polina. Her voice sounded giddy and excited, he thought he could hear her smiling as she spoke, making him smile in turn.
"Special delivery." Alexei answered back as he smiled, dropping the flowers to her eyelevel so she may see them clearly through the gap in the door.
Polina gasped, pleasantly surprised by the flowers, though perhaps she shouldn’t have been. Alexei was always thoughtful and generous when it came to her, even before the start of their official courtship. It was something that Polina had felt a little bit guilty about previously, how he gave and gave while she had so little to give in return, but he had assured her whatever she gave him was treasured all the same which made it easier to accept his affectionate gifts.
“Alexei, they’re beautiful!” She said, opening the door in full then to let him in. She reached out to relieve him of the flowers, tucking her nose to them to sniff at them. She smiled and looked up at Alexei from under her pale lashes, giving him a little up and down. “And you look handsome too.” She said, reaching out to smooth at his jacket lapel. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
When Polina opened the door and took the flowers, Alexei did his best to peek around the enormous bouquet to see Polina. She was quite a bit shorter than Alexei, and he found it adorable and endearing; alluring even. But it could be difficult to see her at some angles. He put his hand over hers as she touched it to his jacket lapel. He wrapped his hand around hers before taking a step back himself and holding up her arm, implying he wanted to twirl her.
“Любимая, let me see you properly,” he began. “Spin for me, with the flowers under the lamplight.” He sort of instructed, more so than suggesting. He’d seen enough of her to yearn, to crave. He wanted to shut the door behind them and smother her in kisses until they were sick of it.
Polina followed Alexei’s instruction and allowed herself to be slowly turned around by him with one hand overhead while the other clutched the flowers to her chest. She twirled once, twice, and three times even before she stopped and steadied to look back up at Alexei. Her cheeks were pink and her smile was soft with a slight bashful giddiness at her “bold” outfit and being under Alexei’s scrutiny.
“Do you like the dress? You got this one for me.” She said, though that could be said about nearly all she owned. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Alexei marveled at her with each turn, his dark eyes following the slopes of her curves with each rotation. He pulled her to him on the last turn, he let an arm slip around her waist. Alexei wasn’t smiling per-say, though the point of a tooth shone in the lamplight. He was pleased and even shuddered a breath when pulling her against him. Ever since their exchange in the fitting room, Alexei had become more brazen with physical touch, and though he treaded it carefully, he really did want to be aware of Polina’s boundaries. Though wearing this dress tonight, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could acknowledge those boundaries. Alexei would’ve been pleased no matter what Polina wore, but he was so pleased that she wore this dress tonight. By now he had purchased her a nice collection of apparel, this particular dress, he bought in sinful self-indulgence. The shape of her body, the curve of her breasts, and the delicious slit at her thigh; it looked even better than he had imagined.
He cupped her face with his free hand, his thumb stroking her cheek as he looked down at her. “You look amazing. Stars don’t shine as bright as you.” He purred.
Polina inhaled a shuddered little breath, her face growing even redder, extending even to the tips of her ears. She quickly averted her gaze and reached up to cup at her hot cheek opposite of Alexei’s touch.
“You…you know how to make me flustered.” She laughed. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“How could you say that to me, while looking at me how you do.” Alexei said before leaning down and nosing at the cheek hidden beneath her palm. “Kiss me, show me how flustered you are.” He dared her, his mouth parted and a breath away from her own.
Polina couldn't stop the giddy little laugh that puffed from her lips, endeared by Alexei's charm and spurred on by his affection. She turned her hand over to catch his face, her palm pressed to his mouth as she covered his lips. She leaned forward to press touch their foreheads together.
"You're being incorrigible." She teasingly scolded before lowering her hand and placing a soft, affectionate peck to his mouth. She pulled back just enough to look up at him, blue eyes glassy with syrupy adoration and pink mouth still just centimeters away. "Hope you like being flustered." _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
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