WARNING: mature content ahead! If you want to skip it, watch for the :: to signify the beginning and end of the scene.

It was a beautiful room, though definitely belonged to a bachelor, with stray clothes lying about and the occasional odd trinkets and things on the nightstand and dresser.

"I'm sorry about the mess. I thought my housekeeper was supposed to be here today," he said, sweeping up the clothes and dropping them into a basket in the closet across the room.

"Not to worry," said Sasha. "I'm not judging you." She sat down on the bed and carefully began to slip off her high heels. She was about to reach back for the zipper on the back of her dress, but Vladimir was already working on it. The felling of his fingers running down her spine sent a shudder through her body. He slid the black dress off her silken skin and traced his fingertips over her smooth features. His hands worked their way down her arms, then to her sides and around her middle to pull her close for another kiss. "Mmm, you're not going to stay dressed the whole time, are you?" she mused playfully.

He grinned. "Of course not." Vladimir leaned back and took off his jacket. Sasha unbuttoned his shirt underneath and he kissed her cheek and neck as she did her work.

Feeling his lips against her skin out a nauseated feeling in her gut. She knew it would hurt if he tried to bed her like this; she had to put her mind elsewhere. His hands grazed her low back and she closed her eyes. Anyone else- literally, anyone else's face would be preferable to Makarov's.

Price.

Her eyes closed tighter, recalling his face, those steely blue eyes that had been so fierce yet showed so much kindness when she hadn't expected it. Those hands, rugged and strong, the same hands she had stern take lives, save a comrade moments before disaster, and offer comfort when there didn't seem to be any to be had. His arms, the ones he'd wrapped around her when she was at her weakest.

When his lips met her neck, she couldn't stop the excited shudder that ran through her body. Her fingers claws at his shoulders and her eyes closed , shutting out Makarov and clinging to any and every fragment of John she could. She would never truly see him again, but at least pretending she could felt better than having to accept reality.

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As she took off his shirt, he unhooked her bra and carefully drew it off her to reveal two succulent breasts. He smoothed his fingers down her chest to her stomach, feeling a small divot. Vladimir pulled her closer for another kiss as she unfastened his belt, resisting the urge to emit a quiet moan of anticipation and want.

Sasha worked his pants off, and he pulled at her panties so that, finally, they were both naked. She wrapped her arms around his neck and took a soft breath when he reached down between her legs. She rest her head on his shoulder, kissing his neck and cheek while he gently worked his fingers in a circle. A moan, barely louder than a sigh escaped her.

Vladimir chuckled. "Doesn't take much to get you excited," he said."You're already wet..."

Her face flushed red when he slid one of his fingers inside her. "Mmm... I get very excited very easily," she admitted shyly. She whimpered and gripped his skin with her nails as he slipped another finger in and started to pump. Sasha sighed in his ear. "Baby, what fun is it if you get to please me, but I don't get to please you?"

"Are you not enjoying this?"

She shook her head. "No, no," she said. "I am enjoying it, I just want to make you happy, too."

He glanced at her face. "Tell me what you would like to do to me," he said devilishly.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe... start by taking your cock in my mouth and seeing where things go from there?"

Vladimir smiled and withdrew from her, leaning slightly back. "Show me."

Sasha kissed him on the mouth, opening hers just enough to race her tongue along his for a mere moment, and then kissed along his jaw and down his neck.

Galaxy could feel his throat throbbing against her lips. She pressed deeper into his neck and as she heard his breathing get deeper, she clamped his flesh between her teeth, ushering a surprised, but still pleasured moan out of him.

"Gal, no..." said Sasha. "He's got a patrol outside, and who knows how many other armed men. If he dies, we don't get out of here alive." Sasha took over again and continued kissing down his firm chest and belly, his hips, and finally his thighs. He was standing at attention by now, and gently stroked her face as he waited to feel her mouth on him.

He uttered a muted exclamation of surprise when she pushed him back onto the bed. Though he'd been watching her the whole time, his eyes rolled back with a stiff gasp at the feeling of her flickering her soft tongue from his tip down his shaft and descending down to the base. She started slowly, then built up speed and intensity little by little until he was humming and moaning his pleasure just audibly enough for her to hear. "Fuck me..." he moaned under his breath.

She abruptly stopped what she was doing to smile at him, then raised herself over him so she straddled him, and carefully balanced herself on the tip of his member. His relaxed, cool demeanor suddenly turned excited and thrilled, and he grasped her waist as she pressed down onto him. Vladimir fought not to gasp, but couldn't when she got to the hilt and released one of her own. "Holy shit..." he breathed. "I-I knew I was stretching you before just with my fingers but..." He gasped again. "Hah... That's really tight... Did I warm you up enough? It doesn't hurt, does it?"

Sasha moaned as she started to feel him thrusting. "No, baby, not at all... no, it feels so good..."

He pulled her down for a kiss, his movements getting stronger inside her. He could feel her muscles contracting around him squeezing even tighter. Fuck. How was she doing that? Vladimir grasp a handful of her dark hair and used his other hand to caress her soft, curved side. His mouth opened in silent bliss as he felt her moving up and down on his shaft and he dug his nails into her skin.

She looked down at him with a smile. "You like that, honey?" she asked.

"God, yes," he whispered. He flexed his hips and she pushed him down again.

"Don't move, I'm in charge right now," she purred.

But he couldn't take it anymore. Vladimir rolled her onto her back and hoisted her legs onto his shoulders. Her moans turned into desperate cries, and he, too, couldn't quiet himself. Her body rippled from each impact, and she was clutching the sheets for any bit of stability she could find. He felt her back arch, and suddenly, with one more squeeze, he felt himself start to fall over the edge into orgasm. Vladimir pressed as deeply as he could manage, leaning over her and propping himself up with his arms, and his hips rocked hard against hers until the movements were like an excited, pleasurable spasm. She gripped his forearms, crying out as he continued to thrust. Frantic, he pulled out and released a tense, relieved groan as she stroked him in her hand until he came.

Sasha could feel his member throbbing and gently passed her fingers over the tip, causing his whole body to heave.

"Ahh..." he whimpered. "B-baby, no.. no, I'm too sensitive... please..." She stroked him again, and his knees felt weak. "Sasha..!" He cried out again, and from the tightness of his voice, she thought he might actually cry. She stopped and pulled him closer to kiss him softly, and he rested his forehead on her chest. They both lay panting in bliss, soon slowing to relaxed sighs, and Vladimir was finally quiet again. He drifted his fingertips over her arm and gave her one more kiss. "... let me get us something to clean up with," he said, and was gone.

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After they were cleaned up, Vladimir lay behind her, holding her close and resting his head on her neck. He offered the occasional kiss and she would hum her contentment.

"So," he asked. "I've got a few questions..."

She snickered. "Oh? What questions do you have?"

Vladimir cuddled a little closer, drawing his arms tightly around her and gently tracing one of his fingers over the divot in her chest. "My first one is: what is this scar on your chest?"

"Oh, that..." she said quietly, touching her own fingers to it. "I had a nasty run-in with some... unsavory people, you could say. I don't like to think too much about it, but the short story is: I got shot, and they got away." Sasha sighed, coiling into a fetal position. "I'm still not sure how I survived."

He was very quiet and hardly moved for a long moment. "That's incredible... I'm sorry to hear that happened to you."

She shook her head. "It's long in the past now, though. What was your other question?"

He thought carefully and then opened his mouth. "How many other languages do you speak?"

For the first time that night, Sasha felt a very keen sense of danger and alarm when he spoke English. She looked over at him, visibly confused. "What?" she replied in Russian.

Vladimir chuckled. "Your tongue is much softer and more flexible. It tells me you speak more than one language; what do you speak?"

"We're fucked..." Gal fretted.

Sasha thought for a moment. "I speak English and German, and a little Norwegian as well. I learned some French, but somehow I could not keep it memorized," she said. "Even still, I am not very confident in my English and German-speaking skills."

He smiled. "I think you speak it very well. And both English and German are very useful languages."

"Not when you can't use it very often," she said. "But it is fun to say I know how to speak other languages."

Vladimir chuckled sleepily and nestled in closer. "Well, I'm certainly impressed, if that makes it worthwhile." He closed his eyes, and his breathing soon slowed. And finally, he fell asleep.

"What the hell did we just get into..?" whispered Gal.

Sasha adjusted slightly to get comfortable and closed her eyes. "Just shut up and go to sleep; we made a connection, and that's all we needed."