Honest Kissing

He didn't take her to be the snoring type, it was kind of cute to be honest. It happened frequently, whenever she slept over at his penthouse. Lina would typically wear one of his button up shirts to bed along with a pair of underwear. She would curl up with a pillow wedged between her legs and her hair fanned out around her head. He would end up spooning her and then halfway through the night she would start to snore. Roman didn't sleep that well anyways, so he spent the time he couldn't sleep watching her and listening to her breathe. She was what soothed his mind, especially when she would tuck her head under his arm and he could smell the shampoo she used in his shower.

Roman enjoyed having a companion, sometimes she would work with him. She had gotten a new job as an accountant for a law firm, but she came over often. He greatly accepted her advice when she gave it and most of the time, pretty much all of the time, she was right.

Having her around made him think about things he never thought of before. He thought of having a life with her, giving her some and then popping out a couple kids as heirs. He wanted to keep her forever and he was willing to do whatever he could to make her happy. But he wasn't sure he had what it took to give her the life she would eventually crave. He saw the movies she watched and mostly they all ended the same; one big happy family, a broad with a ring on her finger and two healthy children of her own. He feared that one day she would leave him and he didn't want that. He was certainly no soft man, but he cared for her in some manner and if she ever left because of him... He wasn't sure he what he would do. He worried for the day that he would have to let her go, let her go because he couldn't take the heart ache of her leaving on her own. That day came quicker than he himself expected.

It was a lazy sunday morning, he woke up earlier than she did as he was having trouble sleeping again, but this time it wasn't because of his dark past. She woke up to his scent all around her, but his warmth was absent, his side of the bed was empty and chilled. She stretched out under the covers before getting up and making her way out into the living room. His penthouse allowed a nice view of the city, it cut into the kitchen and gave a rich feeling to the room. The living room was standard, a flat screen TV on the wall and a red leather love seat across from it, a coffee table between the two. The color wheel consisted of reds and beiges, oak wood flooring and tan painted walls.

"Roman." She called sleepily, her voice echoing through the home.

"I'm in the kitchen." His grungy voice replied and by the tone of it, she knew he was in no good mood. When she walked from the living room into the kitchen she noticed some odd things to her. He wasn't dressed, usually he didn't lounge around his home half naked. He was in a pair of grey sweat pants, shirtless to reveal his lean and muscular torso, chest hairs roving down his stomach to disappear into his pants. In his hand was a piece of paper, he clutched it tightly. In the other was a glass of straight up vodka, he never drunk this early in the morning.

"Good morning." She said, trying to lighten the mood. She walked up to him and hugged him, pressing her cheek firmly against his chest. He returned it hesitantly, caressing a hand at her lower back. She was in one of his button up shirts again, pink underwear and red socks. She looked so abstract that it nearly made him laugh, but he admired that about her. He couldn't admire her right now, it would make this that much harder.

"What's wrong? Do you want me to make breakfast?"

"No." He firmly stated and then gestured his head to one of the stools at the decorative bar. She frowned and did as he silently requested, taking a seat. Her legs pressed together and her arms crossed over her chest, she gazed into his eyes. "I want you to leave, Lina." Her heart broke immediately, her eye twitching at the words. "I don't want you to come back." He took a swig of his vodka, finishing the glass and then putting it down. His mask showed no reaction, it couldn't, he didn't seem to care at all about the entirety of his words. She gulped and said nothing, tears starting to sting at the corner of her eyes. It had been years, years she didn't once give her love to someone entirely, but then she met him. He was going to throw it all away, throw away the past year they had spent together and for once in her life she was at a loss for words.

"T-That fast?" She stuttered out, closing her eyes and holding her hand over her heart with a pained wince.

"Yeah." He answered and she forced herself to be strong again, she forced her demeanor to go back to being professional.

"I guess I will just um... Grab my things and leave." She sat up from the stool and walked back towards the bedroom, as soon as she was out of sight she began to sob. She sobbed harder than she ever had in her entire life. She fell into the edge of the bed, her body leaning against it and she buried her face in the covers and cried.

Nothing happened for the longest time, she just sat there and cried, her heart was broken and she had no say in the matter. When Roman wanted something he wanted it, but when he lost interest in that something he threw it away. She couldn't change his mind and that was what she thought, she thought that he lost interest in her. That to him all she ever was all she could ever be was a woman with pleasure between her legs.

She stood up and sniffled, wiping her tears away with the loose sleeve of his shirt. She then viciously began ripping at the buttons to get it off, her face was red and wet, her eyes cold and dark. She threw his shirt to the side and then searched the floor for her dress. She found her dress and slid it on over her head, then she fell back onto the floor and cried again. She stopped and found her heels, tossed around the room from the luxurious haste they were in the previous night.

The thing that hurt her was that she couldn't ask why because she felt she didn't need to know. The thing that hurt her the most, however, was that if he had realized he wanted nothing to do with her anymore that morning... Why would he make love to her as if she was the only woman in the world that night?

She grabbed her purse and went on her way, making her way across the living room was difficult. He was sitting on the couch with another full glass and a half empty bottle of the vodka beside him. He watched with heavy eyes as she made those final steps, the last he would ever see of her.

"Lina, I want you to know why."

"I don't want to know." She spat, her heart crushed enough already, the sound of her heels clicking against the wood.

"No, you really need to know." She paused, raising a hand to wipe a stray tear away.

"Okay..." She took a deep breath. "Why?" Her back still turned to him, she heard him gulp down that next glass of Vodka.

"Look at the papers on the counter and then you can leave." She glanced over at the paper he was referring to, placing her purse down and closing the distance between her and the document. She lifted it up to her eyes and read over it, her face contorting from excitement to sadness to surprise and then eventually relieve.

She put the paper down and stared over in the direction of the couch, he was pouring another glass of Vodka.

"Goodbye, Lina. It was a pleasure knowing you. Sorry I couldn't give ya what you wanted." Her fists clenched out of anger, her stupid, handsome, undeniably dangerous man thought that she cared he couldn't have kids. The reports deemed him sterile, but she didn't give a damn. What caused her to feel a slight surge of adoration was the fact that he had deliberately went to the doctor to see if he was able to reproduce. He was thinking about her when he did it. She kicked her heels off and slapped an irritated hand against the table.

"You stupid man." She muttered loud enough for him to hear her, he coughed on his drink, but did not turn to look at her.

"What the fuck did you just say?" She growled and shook her head.

"You heard me." She shouted a little louder. "I should curse you out in Italian, German, Russian, every language I know. You stupid, idiotic man." She ran towards the couch, vaulting over it and startling him up from his seat in shock. She stood up beside him and slapped him across his cheek, he most likely couldn't feel it over his mask, but she could care less.

"Listen, Lina. This isn't my fucking fault! It's nature's! If you really feel that way, I am giving you a ticket out the door right now! Don't fucking ruin it!" He yelled in her face, she snatched his drink from his hand and threw it down onto the coffee table. Vodka and glass spattered everywhere, but neither of them flinched. Roman was infuriated, those glasses were expensive, but what made him even more agitated was her reaction to the previously read news.

"You fucking who-" She slapped him again and he silenced, it was a drop dead silence that meant he was too enraged to talk. He would kill her if the mood strikes him, he wasn't afraid of killing her. He wondered if she herself realized how much of his patience he allowed her.

The entire time she stared up into his eyes with a firm glare, her tears still fresh and her face still red, but it wasn't anger or sadness. She looked almost happy. It made him that much more aggravated, he thought he was seeing her true colors. Until...

"Do you think I care that we can't have kids?" He suddenly was confused, here he thought this entire time that she was upset he couldn't have kids.

"Uh... What are ya talking about?" She smiled, leaning into him, her arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed her lips against his mask. She pulled away and tucked her head beneath his chin.

"You can't have kids and I don't care. I love you you sick son of a bitch." He was so confused, so unable to understand why she hadn't ran through that door. "You don't want me to leave, you just want me to be happy and I am. You make me happy... Oh Roman." She hugged him tighter and he sighed.

"But..." He dropped down onto the couch in disbelief and she fell with him, sliding down from his waist to sit at his feet on her knees and leaned her head onto his knee. "You don't think you are gonna want little tikes in the future?"

"I don't think we could have that with the business we are involved in Roman and it's not like I don't want them, I don'tneed them. Besides you haven't even proposed to me yet."

"I would like to." He crossed his arms and pouted, well she had just ruined the surprise of marriage, hadn't she?

"What did I do now?"

"Well now you have made me get you upset and all. I hated having to hear you cry like some madwoman." She giggled and picked herself up from his feet to sit on his lap.

"You did it though because you loved me and I fucking love that. I like a man who does whatever he can to make sure his woman stays safe. Protective daddy's turn me on."

"Oh..." His tongue came out to lick the lips of his mask although it was unnecessary. "Really?" She nodded her head and moved to straddle his waist.

"Give me that tongue of yours." She pressed her lips against his mask again and his tongue came out to allow her to suck on it. It was the closest they could ever get to kissing, but it warmed his cold heart. "Really." She confirmed when she pulled away.

"How about breakfast in bed? On me, I will order the finest eggs and bacon you have ever had." He nuzzled her neck and she blushed.

"You spoil me."

"That's the deal, isn't it?"