“I don’t know, you were fun on the dance floor in Japan. You were fun at the hotel afterwards.” Stasi said with a shrug and a grin as she continued to eat her lunch, reminding him of their steamy dalliance once more. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Is me following you around, going to just be you teasing me?” Spider asked, though he already knew the answer. He was in good humor though, as he said it. Spider didn’t smile like others in an award way, but there was a gleam of it in his eyes. Even if he wanted to do it again, in theory, it would be in poor taste. He didn’t mind her playing at all though, he was catching on quick, Stasi would always choose to be sassy, to be cheeky. He thought it as an example of her quick wit. Maybe their time together would be easy.
“It could be, but it can also be more than that if you let it be.” Stasi said, ending the statement by suggestively sucking some plum sauce from her thumb, eyes locked on Spider with an impish intent as she did so. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Spider’s ears pinked, little circlets flushed his cheeks in tandem. He looked away and swallowed. If he had been weakened by liquor like in Japan, he would’ve dove across the table at her. But his sobriety was grounding, and thankfully he could find it within himself to behave.
“Are you about finished?” Spider asked after clearing his throat. Maybe he was asking about her plate, maybe he was talking about her teasing. Either way, he took his cloth napkin and wiped his mouth before placing it back on the table; indicating he was finished. He crossed his arms and did his best to look unbothered, averting his gaze from Stasi then and making a point to look around the room.
The flustered blush pinking Spider’s ears was not lost on Stasi and she was immensely pleased at having illicit that reaction. She grinned around her thumb as she decided that was enough for now. She plucked her finger from her mouth and dried it on her napkin.
“If you’re done eating, we can go.” She nodded, dropping her own napkin on her plate and the remaining bits of food. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
It had been about a month and a half since Spider was assigned as Stasi’s personal guard and truth be told…she had been enjoying every second of it.
Stasi was notorious in her family for being a bit of a brat, the direct consequence of having parents who indulged in every want and whim. She was rarely denied in most matters even now as a young woman. That being said, Spider was not in the business of granting Stasi her way, but rather prioritized her safety and practicalities. This annoyed Stasi at times, but more often than not she found ways to make Spider bend her way and even if he didn’t fully relent, she at least found satisfaction in getting his goat.
She liked seeing the flustered side of him, savored in it really. In all the time she had known Spider in passing, she had only recognized him as the stony faced Russian who served her aunt. She liked seeing the flush of his cheeks, the pink of his ears. She liked watching him squirm before urging them towards other topics. It was even more endearing because she thought he was quite handsome and to see a good looking man like that become a blushing mess because of her was a delight.
They found their routine in the passing days. Just as Riley had promised Spider, the workload was mostly lax, what with Stasi not having nearly as much work as some of the rest of her family. Sometimes Spider would escort Stasi as she ran bags of money and arms from the various family businesses, other times he would sit back and watch as Stasi tormented loan sharks and other mob family members intruding on Nikitin territory, sometimes taking a finger or two as a warning. Most days, however were slow with no work on the docket, much like today.
Stasi had called Spider in the morning to tell him to dress comfortably as they’d start their day at the gymnasium. This had become a fairly normal order as Stasi went to the gym during most of her “days off” and she had made the habit of making Spider help her with her stretching and observing her routines even if he knew next to nothing about gymnastics. When he’d first protested in the former activity, Stasi barked laughter at him and reminded him that he had seen her in far more compromising positions other than the simple leg stretches she wanted his help for.
She was currently finishing up her stretches when she bent over and picked up a towel to press to her brow to wipe away her sweat before bending again to pick up the pair of sweats Spider had set out for her to wear over her leotard. She hadn’t participated in an actual gymnastics event in years so the garment lacked the sparkle her previous performance pieces did. It was a simple red number, a color she seemed to favor, that clung to her generous curves in all the right places.
“Before we go to lunch, I want to make a stop.” She told Spider, cheekily tossing her towel over her shoulder towards him with a grin. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Spider found his stride with Stasi, her moves and routines. They weren’t as neat, on the dot, like it was with Ania. She scheduled things to the second, her phone or smart watch was always going off with some alarm, switching tracks like a bullet train. Stasi was much more flexible, with how she spent her time and also physically. Spider wasn’t a stranger to the gym, or working out. He did that with Ania too, and he’d spent more hours of his life in a dance studio than he would’ve liked to. The gymnasium was a different environment, and gymnasts were different than ballerinas. It was a different atmosphere and Spider was interested in it, even if he knew nothing about it. Helping Stasi with her stretching was only, briefly embarrassing. He’d become accustomed to her getting his goat, he might’ve even liked it a little. But once he embraced her teasing, he was happy to help with her stretching and anything else she needed. Even if she wasn’t actively competing, it was exhilarating to watch her run full speed and hurdle herself through the air. He could study the moves over and over again. He observed her moves carefully, the flatness of her palms on the floor before she lifted into the air, the crescent curve of her back and the spot on the ceiling where her toes point before she turns. Spider was quietly impressed, though he didn’t try too hard to hide his interest, he felt sure Stasi probably knew.
When Stasi appeared finished with her practice, Spider was already on his feet to be in his designated place; a few paces behind her. He caught the towel she tossed at him, already folding it up as he stepped up beside her. Wordlessly, he picked up her gym bag and shoved the soiled towel into her bag and shrug the strap of it over his shoulder.
“Where?” He asked, then taking his phone out to coordinate with their driver.
“Do you know the Tiffany’s at the Rockafeller? On Fifth Avenue? I want to stop there.” Stasi said as she pulled on an oversized sweater and made to let down her little ponytail. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“I’ll inform the driver.” Spider said with a little nod. He punched in the appropriate number for their personal driver, their days involved a lot of travel so the number was on speed dial, and drivers knew to always be available.
“Perfect.” Stasi said, folding her hands into the front pocket of her sweater. She looked over at Spider’s hands and noted all the rings he wore, all of which she had become familiar with over the passed several weeks. She knew he liked to rotate most of them out save for a select few that he seemed to favor. “Have you always liked jewelry?” She asked him as they began for the gymnasium exit. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Spider looked at his hands then, admiring his knuckles. He’d made it habit when he first joined the Nikitins. He’d watched Klondike, Ace and the others, slip fat rings onto their fingers before anything important. They’d wrap up their hands then, making a glove with gauze and medical tape. Ace told him that it intensified the impact and damage from your fists. After they’d return from whatever sit down, they’d deglove their bandages and the rings under them. All but Canefield, his rings always stayed on, Spider didn’t really care why. But once, Canefield caught Spider looking at his hands, and without being prompted, he told him.
“Only verse I am, is Versace.” He said with a cheeky grin, rolling his fingers at Spider to flash his rings at him.
Spider didn’t know what that meant when he said it, just assuming that was just his way of saying, he liked to accessorize. This was something that rubbed off on Spider, something he started doing because he admired Canefield.
. Canefield was the next youngest after him, Spider usurped his title of baby, and Canefield was delighted about it. When he’d heard their new peer, and equal in their ranks, was a child; he wept with laughter. He’d laughed even harder when Spider physically showed up. But at Canefields age, a young man in his mid twenties, he loved peacocking. Canefield enjoyed and indulged in opulence and expensive things.
His suits were always specially tailored to him, he never bought anything off the rack and he wouldn’t be caught dead in a discount store. Each of his knuckles were dotted with a ring, different styles and gems. They rotated out everyday, save for one, a gold band. It was bulky for his ring finger, and the agate in the middle made it sag a little to one side. Spider thought it cheapened his whole thing, but he sensed that it must be sentimental then.
Spider wore that ring now on his pinky finger (his hands ended up being bigger than Canefields in the end).
Stasi watched Spider eye his pinky ring, the one thing more of a constant companion to Spider than Stasi herself.
"Hm, noted." Stasi smiled to herself as they exited the gym to the awaiting town car already parked at the curb.
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It was a long enough drive across the city that Stasi had time to fix herself up after her workout. She kept her gym bag stocked with a spare makeup kit and some things to do her hair, so with Spider holding a mirror for her, she reapplied her make up and brushed her hair back up into her signature style. She was just finishing her primping when they stopped.
"How do I look?" She asked, framing her face with her palms and blinking playfully overdramatic doe eyes up at Spider. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Not devastatingly beautiful? Hm…oh well, I’ll take it.” Stasi teased as the driver opened up the door for the both of them. She reached out for her mirror in Spider’s hand and took it from him to jam back into her bag before stepping out of the car. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Spider let Stasi tease him without any argument. Wordlessly, he followed her out of the car and shut the door behind them. The driver already knew to wait for them to return, rather than pull away. Spider didn’t suspect anything unusual with the stop at the jewelry store, the Nikitin’s were vain and lavish people, shopping in any capacity wasn’t strange. He held the door open for Stasi to allow her entry first before stepping in behind her.
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