The plastic encasing the flowers rustled loudy in his nervous grasp. Carefully he walked around his car and up the porch steps of a small green house with white trim. It was clearly a russian neighborhood as old babushka's shuffled past on the sidewalk arguing in rapid slovak slurs. The air wafted with smells of warm foreign recipes that complimented to crisp winter chill. He took a moment to pause at the door, unsure of what to say or do. But despite his fear he watched as a shaky finger lifted up to the doorbell and pressed. There was a long pause. He considered if he was crossing a line and just head back when he heard movement in the house. He shifted on his feet from side to side as he listened to light footsteps growing louder as they neared to where he stood. The door knob turned. He took in a deep breath and awaited the inevitable.
The door swung open and there she was. Galina Reznicov stood in the doorway in all her glory. She wore a simple black tunic and black tights, her feet were bare, her face devoid of any make up, her usually spiked locks were brushed back and set in place by a pair of reading glasses sitting on top her head. The book in her hand pressed to her chest as she looked him up and down. The two remained silent as they examined one another. "You look different without a uniform" She said with a teasing grin. "So do you" he replied still examining her. He felt odd in his button up shirt and jeans. Even though she was only in her sweats he felt as though he was underdressed standing before her without the uniform. It was the first time the two had seen each other in civilian clothing but after careful examination they were not disappointed. After another moment of silent staring she looked up and asked "Would you like to come in?" He nodded and they stepped into the home. The house was modest but had its own character. A large living room greeted them with a small kitchen that led to a hallway to a single bedroom in the back. "Would you like some tea?" Galina asked as she padded towards the kitchen. "Yeah. Please. Nice place you got here." Sam replied looking around. "It was Yuri's. He gave it to me when he found out about me getting out and the baby." He followed her to the kitchen. "Had the little one arrived yet?" he asked casually. "Yes!" she exclaimed "Not even three days after I got out! Oh Sam you should see him he's perfect!" Sam chuckled elated to see her ear to ear grin as she went on gushing about the newest addition as she made the tea. The two sat at the tiny kitchen table and enjoyed the afternoon sun illuminating each others features. They spent hours talking. He laughed when she explained her frustration of her overbearing but loving family. She smiled when he said her favorite prison daughter was out of maximum security and despite being a little shaken up she's up to her usual shenanigans. They both teared up when they talked of Galina planting fresh flowers on Sam's mothers grave. Sam glanced down and realized they had been holding hands. He glanced up to see her staring their fingers so perfectly entertwined. "Sam" she murmered. They were both moving in closer until like magnets their lips found one another. This kiss was soft and somehow innocent.
The two paused when they parted. She blushed and he let out a nervous laugh. "I uh. Im sorry" Sam bumbled. "Don't be." She stated "These chairs do nothing for my back can we head to the couch?" He perked up. "Oh yeah of course" Sam agreed. The two quietly made their way to a small red lush couch. He loved the way she sank into the coushins, tucking her feet under her. "Nothing makes you feel more like a human being than having your own furniture!" She exclaimed as she ran her hands over the frayed apolstery. He felt nervous when he took a seat beside her and inertia of the cushions forced the two to sit close together. The two fell into a nervous silence, smiling to one another meekly. Being the ever forward one Galina scootched over to the officers side, picked up his arm, made herself at home by nestling her head on his chest and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. At first surprised he was immediatly entranced by her warmth he wrapped her in both his arms and pulled her in. "I missed you." He said quietly. He felt her take in a deep breath and exhale slowly. She glanced up at him and once again he is lost in those glittering sapphires. Their lips met. She cupped his face. Their lips began an unchoriagraphed tango. He felt his blood begin to bubble as his body engulfed in flames. Her smell was like gasoline feeding the smoke blinding his thoughts. Her taste was the heat awakening his soul. Soon they were falling until she lands on her back, her head cradled by his hand. He worried when he realized how fast they were going until she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in. He felt he may lose himself completely when she let out a small moan when his thumb found a sensitive spot below her jaw line. He shuddered when his hand grazed the side of her breast when suddenly the phone rang. They jumped.
Galina crawled out from under him with a huff. "Where is it?!" She asked the air as she scanned the small kitchen. Sam followed behind her as he attempted to hide his annoyance. Soon the two looked over to see a brand new smartphone buzzing against the counter. Galina snatched the device up and prodded it until the buzzing ceased. "Damn this glorified paper weight!" the russian hissed. "Its probably my boys checking in. They will call in the next minute." Sam couldn't help but smile as he watched Galina examine the device as if it were some exotic animal. "I forget technology must be a little more advanced since you were last out" Sam chuckled. "So many buttons and alarms! Its deplorable!" She exclaimed. He nodded before heading back to the couch as he listened to the phone buzz and the frustrated woman answer. The conversation was short. The officer relaxed into the coushin as she came back from around the corner with an apologetic smile. "If I miss a call the boys think I'm dead" Galina explained. "I understand." Sam reassured as she reclaimed her spot beside him "are they all right?" She smiled as she played the hem of her tunic "Oh yes" she sighed "They just wanted to make sure I would make pirozhkis for tomorrow's dinner. Demanding like men but needy like children." She chuckled as she continued to fiddle with the hem.
After a moment of silence he took her hand and gave it a light squeeze. She looked up. "I went to fast" Sam admitted quietly "I didn't mean disrespect you. I just missed you and I….Im sorry. Im sorry I ruined a good time." She watched him closely before she leaned in and kissed him fiercely. She then stood to look down at him expectantly. "You know…this couch isn't doing shit for my back either." The russian then turned on her heal leaving the officer in a dazed state. Sam sat as he listened to her determined foot steps fade away into the back of the small home. His palms began to sweat with the realization her sentence was less of a statement and more of an invitation. With each uneasy step Sam made his way to the threshold of her bedroom. There he found Galina sitting at the foot of her bed, her legs crossed and her hands intertwined resting on her knee. She looked up at him her expression of determination had vanished and now mirrored the wide eyed wonder as the man staring at her. He felt like a teenage boy, so unsure of himself, of the situation of the woman sitting before him. She stood. He stepped forward. She rested her hands on his chest. He pulled her in close and once again he was lost.
*it only gets smuttier kids...is smuttier a word?