A/N: sorry this took so long! yay! new chappie! enjoy!
Chapter 9: Moves
Lily sighed in contentment as her eyes fluttered open and she smiled when she realized she was still leaning against Kirill's arm, his hand still holding hers. She lifted her head enough to look up at him and her smile widened when she caught him staring down at her as serious as ever.
"I thought you were sleeping," she smiled. "Sleep helps your wounds heal, don't you know?"
"Da," he nodded, slightly. "And I was asleep a moment ago."
"So why are you staring at me?" she wondered, still smiling sweetly as she leaned her chin on his arm again, gently. He gave a tired smirk before letting his head fall back on the head of the couch.
"Potomu chto ty krasivaya," (Because you're beautiful) he sighed and Lily frowned in confusion before nudging him softly to catch his attention.
"What'd you say?" she asked, nodding at him as he looked down at her again and smirked, deviously but said nothing. "Kirill-!"
A crash and glass shattering cut her off, making her scream as someone smashed through the balcony window to their left and Kirill instantly shot to his feet, ignoring his wounds. The assassin drew a gun, cutting away the line he'd used to swing into the window and aimed at Kirill who only marched toward him, Lily curling into a ball on the couch. Kirill slapped the gun away, quickly and used his other hand to punch him in the face, but the assassin quickly recovered and returned the punch, lifting his gun again, but Kirill ducked low and swept a foot at the man's ankles, sending him to the floor.
"Get my gun!" he shouted to Lily and she shot to her feet for his coat as the other man drew his own gun, still on the floor. She threw it to Kirill and he caught it mid-air to point it at the man as well. Guns pointed into each other's faces, they froze, now at a standstill.
Lily shot her wide, emerald, frightened gaze between the men and jumped with a slight gasp when Kirill called, "Come over here and translate."
She gave a frown as she stood, stepping cautiously toward him to stand next to him and ask, "Translate?"
"You speak French, don't you?" he replied, not taking his gun or gaze from the man in front of him. "Translate."
Lily was about to point out that he spoke French as well, but said nothing as she looked to the man pointing the gun at him, then at the gun in his hand. She said nothing as she quickly lifted her foot and kicked the gun out of the man's hand, causing both men to shoot wide-eyed gazes of shock at her.
"Don't look at me, you dummy!" she ordered, gripping his chin and turning his face back to look at the man. His shock dissipated and his gun was held a little higher as the man stared up at him.
"Chto ty, chert voz΄mi, i kakogo cherta vam nado?" (Who the hell are you and what the hell do you want?) Kirill growled, but the man frowned in genuine confusion, making the two in front of him frown as well.
Kirill nodded Lily toward him and she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear before looking at the man, imitating Kirill's angry tone as she asked, "Qui êtes-vous et ce que l'enfer que vous voulez?" (Who the hell are you and what the hell do you want?)
The assassin glared at her, then at Kirill but instead of answering, he suddenly began convulsing and flopped back onto the floor, still seizing.
"Shit!" Kirill snarled, shoving his gun into Lily's hand and kneeling next to the convulsing assassin. "Cyanide!"
He gripped the man's chin to look at his face, his mouth foaming with cyanide.
"Propadi ono vse propadom k chertu!" (Damn it all to hell!) he snarled, shoving the man away as he stood tall and suddenly became aware of his pain again. He growled as he stumbled slightly, grabbing his side where his ribs were broken and Lily quickly caught him, trying to pull him toward the couch.
"Kirill, you need to rest!" she insisted, but he shook his head.
"We have to leave," he groaned as she sat him on the couch, carefully. "They know where we are now!"
"They'll expect us to hit pavement," she replied, leaning next to him. "Shouldn't we sit tight for a while?"
"They'll only send someone else," Kirill argued.
"But they've seen us run when they've found out where we are," she reminded him. "They'll only follow us and try to kill us again. Let's just stay put and see what happens."
"We can't," Kirill replied, shaking his head. "There's a body here, now. We have to clean it up."
Lily glanced at the body and swallowed, recalling everything that had just happened as she felt the fear she'd experienced through the whole ordeal.
"I'll call François up here to clean it up," he assured her, stretching out his good arm. "Hand me the phone."
Lily nodded and stepped toward the wireless to grab the phone from the base and hand it to him. She sat next to him, not looking at the body on the floor as Kirill dialed the number for the keeper of the building and spoke to him in French. She sighed as she looked up at him just as he hung up the phone and he looked back at her.
"He'll be up here in a few moments," he murmured and she nodded in understanding. "We should at least get out of the apartment."
"Alright," Lily nodded. "Can I get one of my jackets?"
"Da," he nodded. "You can bring my shirt and coat as well."
Lily nodded and gave a small smile as she leaned toward him and pressed a tender kiss to his cheek before asking, "Do we know where we're going?"
"Net," he grumbled, somehow keeping his voice from cracking from the affect of her kiss. "Did you have something in mind?"
Lily bit the corner of her lips in thought as he watched her intently…silently.
"I always wanted to visit the Eifel Tower," she whispered with a grin and Kirill couldn't hold back a smirk.
"Alright," he nodded and both looked to the door when there was a knock before he looked back at her and said, "Go get our things."
She nodded again and helped Kirill up before heading toward the hall and he watched her before limping toward the door to greet François and let him in. The man stared at the body in shock before looking to Kirill who only walked away toward the desk to search through some papers on it.
"Où est votre ami?" (Where is your friend?) he wondered in concern as he glanced around the room.
"Sain et sauf," (Unharmed) Kirill assured him, not looking from the papers. "Vous connaissez le refrain, oui?" (You know the drill, yes?)
"Malheureusement, oui," (Unfortunately, yes) François muttered as he stepped toward the body and Kirill gathered a stack of papers to limp toward the fireplace across the room to toss them in, catching François's attention and making him frown. "Devrais-je demander?" (Should I ask?)
Kirill only shook his head and the older man went to what he was doing just as Lily came back with Kirill's shirt, one of her sweaters in her hands and she grabbed his coat to help him into them.
"Spasibo," he murmured to her and François began dragging the dead man into the hall, Lily ignoring him as she pulled his shirt down completely, placing her hand on his abdomen and making him look down at her with a slight frown.
"How are your injuries?" she whispered, making him give a slight smirk at her concern.
"I think they're starting to heal a little more," he nodded. "We should go."
She gave a slight nod and helped him pull on his coat before they headed toward the door.
After dark...
"When we get up stairs, I want you to stay outside the door and cover me while I make sure no one is inside, da?" Kirill instructed, handing one of his guns to Lily. She nodded, cocking the thing as they stood outside the apartment building, then they both hid the guns in their pockets as they stepped inside the building, greeted once more by François before they started toward the stairs.
"J'ai pris soin de ce 'problème' dans votre appartement, monsieur," (I took care of that 'problem' in your apartment, sir) he assured him, but Kirill and Lily continued walking as he walked with them. "La porte est déverrouillée. Je viens de terminer en place." (The door is unlocked. I've just finished up)
"Merci, François," Kirill replied, and waved him back.
The man stopped at the bottom of the stairs as Kirill and Lily headed up without another word toward the apartment. They both stopped outside the door on either side, drawing their guns and Kirill placed a finger over his lips to silently tell her to remain quiet. She swallowed, but nodded and he could see the fear in her eyes, making his heart clench with slight guilt. He quickly pulled himself away from staring at her and slowly gripped the knob to turn it and with one swift motion he aimed his gun inside and Lily saw him disappear through the door.
She tried to control her quick, panicked breathing as she heard her heart pounding in her ears. Remembering that she was there to cover him, she swiveled her head around, placing her back against the wall next to the door as her emerald eyes shot wide all around the hall. It seemed like an eternity before she jumped with a gap at feeling a hand on her shoulder. She turned to the door to see Kirill standing next to her.
"It's clear in here," he nodded. "You can come in."
Lily smiled in relief and nodded as she pocketed the gun and stepped after Kirill as he led her inside, closing the door behind her.
"Well, today was fun," she scoffed, sighing in contentment when she flopped onto the couch. "Got here ok…had a nice nap…almost got killed…had a nice trip to the Eifel Tower…" She trailed off as he came up next to her and carefully sat on the couch as well. She scooted closer, still smiling and set her head on his shoulder as they sat in the dark. "Thanks for that, by the way."
"Dobro pozhalovat΄," he sighed with a small nod as they both stared at each other, Lily slightly disappointed at the fact that it was too dark to see the gorgeous color of his eyes.
Biting her lip in thought, she decided to take a chance and shifted onto her knees as he frowned at her in wonder.
"Lily-?" he was cut off when she was suddenly straddling his legs and leaning over him, her hands on the head of the couch behind his head as his eyes widened up at her before he sputtered, "W-What are you doing?"
"Trying to get a kiss," she retorted before leaning forward and pressing her lips to his, gently.
Kirill instantly kissed her in return, pent up stress and passion causing him to lift his hands to her hips and grip them firmly to pull her closer. Her eyes shot open for a moment as his tongue thrust into her mouth before she groaned in approval and let her eyes flutter shut again. Her hands slid up his chest and around his neck to smooth her hands through his shortly cut hair, making him groan in return. Lily slowly pulled away for breath and leaned her forehead against his as they both panted, quietly.
"What was the purpose of that, exactly?" he wondered.
"Didn't like it?" Lily smirked, resting her forearms on his shoulders, careful not to put too much pressure on his left shoulder where he was shut.
"I did not say that," he replied in a low, rough tone.
"I did it because I wanted to," she answered. "Kinda like when you attacked me for no reason when we showed up here."
"And the position?"
Lily gave a small frown before looking around then back at him and smiled with a shrug, replying, "Just something new."
"I suggest you prepare yourself," he suddenly suggested, making her frown in wonder.
"For what?" she asked, but instead of answering her, Kirill gripped her waist, ignoring the pain in his injuries easily now, and shifted to pin her down on the couch as she gasped in surprise, her eyes wide as she stared up at him. "Kirill-?"
She was cut off when he planted his lips to hers again and she moaned, melting into the kiss for a moment before he pulled away to trail hot kisses along her jaw and down her neck.
What the hell? she thought to herself. I'm not that kind of girl! Remind him! Remind him now!
"K-Kirill," she tried, but the need for comfort after being nearly killed for the past two days was too great.
She found herself needing this man she considered her hero. She needed him to hold her, kiss her and make her feel safe and even though being around him was anything but safe, she still felt protected with him. She thought it was strange that she would feel the safest with a former assassin, but if she had to run for her life, who better than to run with someone who could sense danger before it hit?
"Kirill…" she tried again, her eyes shut as his lips remained against her neck, the stubble from his partial beard tickling her and making her smile, slightly. Try as she might, she couldn't bring herself to push him away, and she resigned herself to her feelings, allowing him to continue the way he was.
"If you don't want this to happen, you should stop me now," he breathed, nipping her neck up to her earlobe and making her moan as he nibbled on it. "You were quick to say something when you thought we would end up in the same bed at the club."
"W-Well, that was then…when we were in Moscow," she replied as he lifted his head to look at her and she smirked, jokingly. "We're in Paris, now: city of love and romance."
Kirill stared at her in shock for a moment before clearing his throat and making her frown slightly before she caught what she had said and she looked away, knowing she'd end up regretting her next words.
"I…I know if we were to…" she trailed off for a moment before looking back at him and continuing, "It wouldn't mean anything. No strings attached."
"Lily-"
"Don't pretend like that's not what you want, Kirill," she cut in gently. "I know you'd rather just have me without worrying about my feelings, right?"
"Wrong," he nearly snapped, making her eyes widen at him. "I'm not that cruel."
She had no time to even think of what to say before he pressed his lips to hers for a tender kiss, which she couldn't resist returning. He pulled away and carefully sat up as she followed with a frown.
"You can stay in the bed," he permitted. "I'll sleep out here."
"Oh, no you don't," Lily chuckled, shaking her head as she stood, and this time he frowned at her. "You need a bed to reduce the stress on your wounds. Besides, we shared a bed before. I'm not worried."
"But-"
"Hush," she smiled, placing a gentle finger over his lips as his green hazel eyes stared at her through the dark. "You're not gonna win this round. Now let's head to bed."
She smiled the entire time she helped him stand, led him to the bedroom and helped him change out of his clothes until he only wore a pair of pajama bottoms. She helped him into the bed as he watched her the entire time, even as she walked around to the other side of the bed to get in herself.
"You don't want to change into something…more comfortable?" he wondered as she started to get into bed fully clothed. She looked down at herself before looking back at him and he said, "You could wear one of my shirts."
Lily swallowed before nodding and stepped to the dresser as Kirill stared at her for a moment before looking away as she started stripping off her shirt.
He had to admit, he'd hoped she would've let him go farther on the couch, but when she'd said it wouldn't mean anything, that she basically assumed that was what he wanted, he knew he couldn't do it. She needed it to mean something, and he knew by the way she kissed him that all she really wanted was comfort. If he could keep it in his pants long enough, he'd wait until his wounds were healed and they'd spent time together. After everything she'd been through with him, she deserved a night to remember.
He felt the bed sink beside him and turned painfully onto his side to see Lily slipping under the covers, one of his t-shirts covering her as she faced him.
"What?" she asked, flipping her hair before setting her head on the pillow and he only shook his head before lifting an arm and beckoning her closer. She frowned slightly before scooting toward him, and his arm wrapped around her shoulders to pull her against his chest, making her unable to resist smiling in contentment.
She realized, she didn't need him the way she thought she did. She at least wanted this, and she would be fine, every night.
"Spokoĭnoĭ nochĭ, Kirill," she sighed with a smile, and Kirill felt his heart skip a beat at hearing her speak Russian again.
"Spokoĭnoĭ nochĭ, Lily," he breathed as she snuggled closer into him and he knew he couldn't have felt better than he did at that moment, even if he was broken and shot up.
A/N: i know, i know. you're all thinking 'how'd they know he was there? what the hell were those papers he threw in the fire?' all in good time, my lovely fans, all in good time. lol! reviews?
