The black phoenix of Russia

by Linvn89

Anastasia Grekov's world came crashing down when her family got murdered. Now her only mission in life is getting to the one responsible so that she can avenge her family's death by killing him. The only problem is, that he is the most feared mob boss in all of Russia, and getting to him will not be easy. "In order to get to a snake in its own habitat, you have to become a snake".

14. Chapter 14

Hi everyone! Sorry that I am a bit late with this update. There were other things that had my attention so this was unfortunately not on my mind, but here is the next update. A little bit of action, and also a little bit of heat; I am not going to say much because I do not want to spoil it, so you will just have to read it to find out.

Again, sorry for this long story but it is necessary as everyone will see.

And just a huge thanks to all my reviewers and readers, your support means SO MUCH to me, words honestly cannot describe just how much!

So enough wasting your time; Enjoy this long chapter!

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Chapter 12.1 – Kai's demise: Let the build up begin – Year 3 (Part I)

It is dark, cold and miserable, just like how it is most of the time in Moscow during the winter time, and yet, despite the cold and depressing weather, Moscow is still flooded with tourists from all over the world, all of them wanting a chance to experience the icy city with all of its beauty, whether it be its beauty in winter with the snow, or the green shrubbery in the warmer months.

The icy city is a magical city all on its own, the various tourist attractions just adding to that special magic. Moscow is a beautiful city at any time of the day, and also at any time of the year. During the day, there are so many places to visit, places like The Ostankino Tower, or Saint Basil's Cathedral which is very famous and often featured on various brochures of Moscow; there are so many museums and monasteries to visit. There is also Red Square where the Saint Basil's Cathedral can be viewed from in all of its glory, and there is also Lubyanka Square. Those who are more night people can visit the various theatres all over the city, and the city alone with its skyscrapers are also breathtaking.

For any tourist who comes to visit Moscow it is an unbelievable and an unforgettable experience, but for those who live in the city it is not such an unbelievable experience, especially if you are on the wrong side of the law, or whoever makes the law, and it can especially be a horrible ordeal if one is one the wrong side of The Chenryy Feniks mob, as so many have come to learn by now, and what so many unfortunate people will still come to learn.

Kai is currently sitting in his office at the Feniks manor, a cigarette in one hand and his glass of vodka in front of him on his desk, metal music playing softly in the background. It is almost midnight and most of the people are already asleep seeing as it is a Wednesday night and most people are working tomorrow. Kai also has a military radio lying in front of him on his desk, one that he had obtained from his own company. What is the use of having a military manufacturing company if he never uses all of the cool toys that his company manufactures?

"Everything is in place, sir; all units are ready. Awaiting your next command," is all that comes through on the radio.

A sly smirk develops around the corners of Kai's mouth, his eyes showing what sinister thoughts are running through his mind at this very moment. He takes another deep drag from his cigarette and then a sip from his drink, before picking up the radio.

"All units, go," is all he says, the sly smirk of him growing wider and wider until he starts to laugh, and it is not a laugh filled with love and happiness, no, it is an unsettling laugh that will send chills down anyone's spine; it is a laugh that is filled with darkness and malice, the type of laughter a psychopath gives after he had just slaughtered an entire family and had enjoyed every second of it. There is no doubt that Kai is about to destroy someone's world.

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Boris is sound asleep in his bed in his mansion, there only a few of his men walking around on his estate to monitor the entire area. Up until now they have not seen anything suspicious and are not really on high alert right now. It is like this at every property that Boris owns within Moscow, he has an adequate security system and also a dozen well trained security guards, and so far, it has been proven to keep all of his property protected against various thugs and other enemies of Boris, and that is why the old man can sleep peacefully every night without a worry in the world.

Two of his guards are standing at the front door, not conversing with each other and are just looking out at the front part of the estate. Just then they both hear something beside them, on the right side, it almost sounding like a beeping sound. The man standing nearest to it looks down and in between the dead plants he sees a small red light. He bends down to investigate more, but before he can see what it is exactly, a huge explosion takes place, killing both the man and his companion instantly, and in the process, also destroying the entire front door completely.

However, that is not the only explosion. All around the mansion, various huge explosions are suddenly going off, destroying everything around it. Boris immediately wakes up with the noise, two of his men rushing in to come and get him so that they can get him to safety.

"What is going on?!" the old man demands, he not even getting a chance to put on his robe. His robe and slippers are just grabbed on the run out of the room.

"We are under attack, sir! We have to leave now! It is all over!"

Boris runs out with his two men, the immense smell of burning objects invading his nostrils, while he can still hear various explosions going off all around him. He and his two men have to duck and dive a few times because of all the falling debris and even flying debris.

The screams of the wounded men is heard all over, a few dead bodies scattered throughout the mansion. Boris and his two men are trying to make their way to the garage so that they can get into a car and drive to safety, but as the three are making their way down the stairs, another explosion goes off right behind them, the force of the explosion causing all three men to fall down the stairs. Unfortunately, one of the men breaks his neck, killing him instantly. Boris and the remaining man stagger to their feet, trying their best to avoid the fires. By now the air within the mansion has become very toxic, Boris feeling it within his lungs of how the smoke is hurting his lungs.

He has no time to comprehend on what is currently happening, he being too focused on getting to safety. Another huge blast is heard coming from outside, the direction that it had taken place being unclear at this point.

Everything is in the flames, most of the mansion already being destroyed. What Boris does not know is that every vehicle on his property has already been destroyed, most of his men killed in the process, and still there are explosions going off all over the estate. It is like a huge bonfire as the flames reach into the night sky, the flames lighting up everything.

Boris finally reaches the outside of the mansion, he being utterly horrified upon seeing how everything that he has ever owned is gone just like that. He is already covered with dirt and blisters, his skin covered with black marks and his clothes torn at various places. His other rescuer has also succumbed to the flames, Boris not even bothering in helping the man. Boris sees that all of the cars are burning and that leaves him with only one way out: he has to run into the bushes, which, although they are not burning, is just as dangerous as the flames because if the fire is not going to kill him, the brutal icy temperatures will. He has no way to run to the front of his mansion, seeing as everything is covered in monstrous flames.

Looking at the bushes once more and then glancing back at his destroyed property, Boris makes up his mind and starts to run towards the bushes. His only mission now is to get to safety; he has to get to one of his other properties.

All over Moscow various buildings are currently burning, there being no way for the firemen to stop the raging flames, and all of the property that are currently up in flames belongs to Boris, but he is not aware of the horrible tragedy yet.

In front of the mansion that is currently up in flames, a few men are standing in their black suits, just watching at how everything and everyone is burning, and it is like that at all of Boris' s other properties. Kai's men are looking over it, making sure that everything burns to the ground and that there is no way to salvage anything.

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It has already been twenty minutes since Kai has made the order and he is beyond happy. He is currently standing on his patio at the Feniks manor, a glass of vodka in his hand, but at least this time Kai has a thick black trench coat on.

'If you survive this, old man, you will know not to mess with me ever again. By trying to kill me, had been your very last strike, Boris. No one messes with Kai Hiwatari and gets to smile afterwards, no one.'

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It is just after three in the morning, the temperatures in Moscow far below freezing point, and luckily most people are sleeping cosy under their sheets within their heated homes, otherwise they would not have survived the brutality of this icy weather.

Kai is one of the many people that are currently sleeping peacefully within a comfortable and cosy bed, his two cats sleeping along with him in his huge king size bed.

The young man is enjoying his sleep when his cell phone suddenly goes off, interrupting his peaceful sleep. Kai already starts to plan the person's death that is on the other line, and he does not even bother to look at the name on the screen upon answering it, "What?!" is all he yells at the other person.

"Kai, it's me. It's time."

Just hearing that voice saying those few words is all that it takes for Kai's demeanour to change completely, all thoughts of killing gone from his mind in a flash.

"I'm on my way," is all he replies, and then both speakers hang up.

Kai holds the phone while getting dressed in a flash, just throwing on his thickest tracksuit pants, a shirt and a jacket, rounding it off with black sneakers. He gives each cat a kiss on the head and races out of the room, running down the stairs and heading straight for the garage where he gets in his dodge charger. The tires screech as he reverses out of the garage; luckily he had opened the garage doors when he got in to his car. The pebbles in the drive way shoot in all directions as Kai speeds down his driveway, heading for the hospital.

Alisia has finally gone into labour and it had been Tala that had called him earlier; luckily Kai knows in which hospital Alisia will be at as the three friends have talked about it numerous times. Alisia has promised that she will cut off the main reason Kai can be classified as a man if he does not come and support her during the birth of her children, and the business mogul knows by now that Alisia does not make idle threats, and besides, there is no way that he is going to miss the birth of his godchildren. He may not be in the delivery room when they will be born, but at least he will be on the outside the moment they come into this world.

Kai races in the streets as if the devil himself is chasing him, running stop signs and red lights. He wants to meet the traffic officer that dares to write him a ticket. The only time that it will happen is if the traffic department has recruited a young boy and he has not been taught about who is the real boss in this city, and luckily for Kai, everyone is on his payroll as they have to help him transport his drugs and ammunition around the city and also out of the city.

Within no time Kai reaches the hospital, he hurriedly making his way towards the room that Alisia had booked a long time before hand. A few feet from the room, he can already hear the blonde haired woman yelling and screaming obscenities at her poor husband, this leaving Kai with a slight smirk on his face. Taking one deep breath, he opens the door, the sight greeting his eyes being one that can only come from a comedy movie. In one corner stands Tala, with his arms up as he tries to defend himself as Alisia throws him with ice blocks and anything else that she can reach to throw at her husband.

"This is all your fault, Ivanov! Never ever are you getting your balls wet by me again!"

"Yes, my love, and I am so sorry, my love, for causing you this much pain."

Kai just shakes his head as he walks into the room, clearing his throat to let the two know that he has arrived.

Alisia just looks at him with a deep scowl on her face. Tala almost looks like he is about to cry with happiness when he looks into Kai's eyes.

"You know, Alisia, technically it is not just Tala's fault; it takes two people to make a baby."

Just then Kai also has to duck as an ice block makes its way towards its head.

"Go choke on a pair of tits, you street mongrel!"

Kai just looks at her with a bored expression on his face, almost as if he is finding her boring.

"I think we have to talk outside, Kai. We will be right back, sweetie."

"Just leave me the hell alone!"

Tala once again ducks for another ice block that comes towards him. Kai is the first to leave the room, Tala quickly shutting the door the moment he is out in the hallway.

"What is the deal with her?"

"Hormones and pain I guess, and it is just getting worse. Hopefully her labour won't be too long; the doctor said that her contractions are happening faster. I mean, when we left home they were 8 minutes apart, and now they are already two minutes apart. It may be any moment now, dear God, I hope it is any moment now. My poor nerves can't handle this trauma. I swear, after this I am getting myself snipped. There is no way in hell I am getting that...that monstrosity pregnant again."

Both Kai and Tala just chuckle at the last statement.

"But hey, Kai, thanks for being here."

Kai places a hand on Tala's shoulder as to assure him that he is going nowhere, "Thanks for wanting me to be a part of this, Tala; it really means a lot to me."

"Hey, we wouldn't want it any other way, and it may not look like it now, but Alisia pestered me to call you already, well, that was before she changed into that ... that horrible thing right now," Tala says while giving a nervous chuckle to which Kai just smirks at.

"Tala!"

"Dear Lord, what now?"

"After you," is all Kai says while mockingly bowing for Tala to walk through the door first.

"Please rub my back, I am begging you!"

"Anything for you, my love."

"And you, Hiwatari, make yourself useful and go and get me some more ice blocks."

"Anything else, your majesty?"

"Ha ha, very funny, but just remember, Hiwatari, when these two brats are out, I am back to my old self, and then I am going to hurt you very painfully, mark my words," the sly smile on her face an indication that she is dead serious.

Kai immediately drops his attitude, and in a dead tone asks where he can get more ice.

"Just ask the nurses, they will show you."

"Hn."

Kai takes the empty glass vase while he and Alisia just glare at each other, and then makes his way out of the room.

The hallways of the hospital are quiet, well, what else can one expect at this time in the morning? It is known as the graveyard shift after all by the medical staff. It is still early and many are still sleeping like their life is depending on it. Kai finally reaches the nurse station and as expected, the nurse has an extra friendly smile, more like a flirtatious smile as she explains to Kai where he can find the ice machine; she even offers to walk with him but Kai just kindly declines the offer. The last thing that he is in the mood for now is a horny nurse, maybe on another day he would have had her in a closet or linen room or something, but for now he is only focused on the birth of his two god children.

Kai finally reaches the ice machine and fills the vase full of ice cubes, and then slowly begins the journey back to Alisia's room, the blue haired man taking his time in doing so because he is curious as to how she will react when he takes his time in bringing the ice. He is certain that were it Tala that had to collect the ice, he would have done it in record time; he may even have set a new record for sprinting.

Kai comes walking down the hall in which Alisia's room is situated and as he slowly makes his way towards her room, three nurses run past him in a hurry, and soon a doctor follows them, Kai rather curious about what is going on, but the curiosity ends the moment he sees them burst into Alisia's room, Kai also going into a sprint. He is just a few feet away from the room when he hears Alisia call for Tala in a panicked voice, Kai immediately becoming worried. He reaches the room but is not allowed in as the nurses come out with Alisia's bed, the doctor right beside her, Tala following the little convey.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Tala has tears in his eyes but also a smile as to indicate that the tears are not from sadness but from pure happiness.

"I am about to become a dad, Kai. Can you believe it?! I am going to be a father by the time the sun has risen. Alisia has dilated completely in the short time you were gone, so hopefully the delivery will also be so quick. They are moving her into the theatre now. Forget the ice and come on."

"But..."

"Don't worry, it will only be up to the door."

Kai just smiles and starts to follow his friend until they reach the delivery room where Kai and Tala embrace each other tightly before the red head goes in to join his wife.

"I really need a smoke now," is all Kai says while running his right hand through his hair.

He reaches for his cigarettes, he just proving to himself once more that he is a true smoker because during the entire rush he had managed to remember his box of cigarettes along with his lighter. He makes his way outside where Kai takes a seat in the blistering cold, and remains there until he finishes his smoking which is about three cigarettes, before making his way back inside and to the waiting area. By the time he takes his seat in the waiting area his hands are blue from the cold, but it does not bother him because at least he had gotten his nicotine fix.

"And now we wait; good luck, Alisia, please be safe when you get out of there, you and the babies," Kai whispers to himself while picking up a magazine to read while he waits for the arrival of the babies.

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Kai is startled when someone gently shakes him by the shoulder, he immediately being pissed at himself for falling asleep, and also for the person who had just dared to wake him up. Kai looks up and looks directly into the eyes of an elder nurse as she softly smiles at him.

"Mr Hiwatari, you can go see your god children now if you want to."

Kai says nothing and just gets up, while giving the nurse a single nod.

"They are on the third floor, room 27, and congratulations."

Kai only replies with a smile before heading for the lift. All of a sudden he starts to become aware of the beat of his heart, and the breathing of his lungs; even his hands are starting to feel clammy.

'I am actually nervous upon meeting them!'

Luckily for Kai he is alone in the elevator as he chuckles to himself about his nervousness.

'They are just two little persons, two little strangers. I meet strangers every day of my life and I am never nervous, so why the hell now?'

The ding of the elevator indicates that he has arrived at the third floor, Kai almost certain that his heart has just stopped beating.

'Breath you idiot!' he scolds himself within his mind as he makes his way out of the elevator and down the hall. He looks at the sequence of the numbers and without asking for assistance, he quickly realises in which direction he has to walk in. Kai can see that it is already morning as he takes a glance through a window in one of the open rooms.

He finally finds the room and softly knocks before silently walking in, his eyes just going straight to the two babies, one in Tala's arm and the other one in Alisia's arm, the new parents just lighting up when they see Kai.

"Come in, god daddy."

"Are you sure? Is it safe?"

Both Tala and Alisia just chuckles at Kai's cautious demeanour, "Of course, silly. The pain is gone, so no more reason for me to want to murder any male that is in the vicinity. Come closer so that you can meet them."

Kai slowly makes his way towards the bed and takes a seat at the foot of the bed and within in an instant, Tala hands their boy to Kai, Kai feeling how he suddenly becomes pale and weak while taking the little fragile infant into his arms.

"You drop my kid, you are dead."

Kai does not even hear Tala's idle threat as his eyes just stay on the baby that is currently in his arms.

"That's our boy; do you want to hold our girl too?"

"Won't it be difficult?"

"You have two arms, smartass, and besides, you are a strong guy, so you will be fine."

Kai softly and gently stands up, holding the little boy in his left arm while taking the little girl in his right arm, and after making sure that he is holding them both securely in his arms, Kai walks away from the bed, his eyes just moving from one baby to the other.

Tala places a hand on Alisia's shoulder and she takes hold of his hand, giving it a squeeze as they both look on at how Kai is acting like a normal human while holding their twins.

Kai has never felt emotions like these that he is feeling right now. If he is not careful, tears might start to flow from his eyes any second now. The two babies look so peaceful in his arms right now, and they are so small and fragile. How can one not love such a small person? How can mothers throw their children away, or sell them, or the worst of them all, get an abortion? He has never held a baby before, but he is actually glad that he has never had that chance otherwise he would not have had this special moment right now. He is holding two babies, THE two babies of his two best friends, and he already loves them so much, like they are his own. Kai can feel how his tears are collecting within the corners of his eyes and quickly blinks his eyes a few times, silently praying that Tala and Alisia has not noticed that he is about to piss through his eyes.

"Kai?"

Kai looks up from the babies and looks at Tala and Alisia, true and sincere happiness radiating from their eyes and faces.

"The girl is called Marushka Talia Ivanov; her second name is a mash up of Tala and my name, and the boy..."

"The boy is called Viktor Kai Ivanov."

"Wha...what?" Kai is not certain on whether he had just heard Tala correctly.

"Yes, my dear friend, our boy's middle name is your name because me and Alisia both had felt that there is no better person to name him after; besides, we know that he is going to be a strong boy, so he needs strong names."

"You two are on a mission to make me piss through my eyes, aren't you?" Kai says in a choking voice, it clear that he is on the brink of starting to cry any moment now.

The new parents just laugh as Tala releases his hold on his wife and walks over to Kai to take his baby girl into his arms.

"It's okay, big man; this is a safe place where grown men can weep like little boys."

Kai tries to glare at Tala but fails miserably and just smiles again as the little boy in his arm stirs a bit, Kai once again feeling how his heart is about to burst with pride.

"You two had created life, it being the most beautiful miracle in life, in every living thing on this planet."

"Now you are freaking me out, Kai. Are you having the baby blues?"

Kai just rolls his eyes at Alisia, but the smile just cannot stay away for long periods. Kai hands little Viktor back to his mother and retakes his seat at the foot of the bed.

"Thank you for making me a part of this experience; you guys have no idea what it means to me."

"We wouldn't have wanted it any other way, Kai; you are our brother and there is no way we would have allowed you to miss this..."

"even if it had meant that I should keep my legs closed until you have arrived, we would have ensured that you are a part of this miracle of ours."

Kai once again stands up and embraces both Tala and Alisia, happiness still bubbling out of him. He will forever remember this day, and he will forever cherish it, until the day he dies.

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"For exactly how long are we going to stay at that godforsaken place that you are planning on taking me?"

"Three months, or is that too long, does it seem to take too much of your precious time?"

"Who's biting your balls?"

Bryan just rolls his eyes at Anastasia, "Just pack what I told you to pack; I will be back by night time."

"Fine."

The blonde haired woman turns around to go upstairs while Bryan goes out to get into his truck and to leave for a while.

It is almost lunch time but there will be no eating lunch in this household as there are a lot of things that has to be done before they go on their trip. Bryan and Anastasia are going away for three months where she is going to learn how to fight with various weapons and how to co-ordinate it into various fighting styles, and all of this they will be doing in a very isolated place, a cabin to be more specific, and it is situated about 500 miles north west from Moscow, deep inside of the woods.

Two of Bryan's friends will also join them on the get away as Bryan wants Anastasia to learn how to fight against more than one person at the same time, and he also wants them to go there in the heart of the winter because Bryan wants Anastasia to build up a strong stamina and in his eyes there is no better way than facing the toughest weather.

They will be leaving very early the next morning so that they can reach the cabin at midday because there is going to be a lot of stuff to unpack because both Anastasia and Bryan are going to drive there with their own trucks, and the other two men are also going to drive with their own trucks, including trailers.

In all honesty, Anastasia is not very fond of the idea of spending three months in blistering cold with no civilisation around them for miles, and she is certain that there will be no modern facilities like warm water or electricity. It will literally be like going back to the stone age and she would much rather just stay in Moscow and do all of the stuff, but as the young woman has come to learn over the last two years, if Bryan has made up his mind about something, there is no changing it, no matter how much she nags and pesters him about it.

"Stubborn ass," she mutters to herself as she starts taking all of her jackets from her closet.

"Does he have any idea how much shit a woman packs overall? And now we are going to the middle of nowhere. It is going to be ten times worse!"

Anastasia goes to stand right in front of her closet, placing her hands on her hips to look at all that she has to pack. Shirts, underwear, pants and that is only half of it. There are still her hair products, extra socks for the cold, and then it is still her night wear. She is going to have to pack every pair of pyjamas she owns because without a doubt there will be no inner heating in that cabin, maybe not even a heater due to the lack of the electricity.

"Well, there is going to be at least one heater," she says to herself with a sly smile on her face, and just like that, her thoughts start to wander to the lavender hared man with whom she has been sharing her house with these last two years.

No matter how much she wants to deny it, she can't, and it is becoming harder and harder to contain herself around Bryan. Anastasia is very attracted to the man, both emotionally, and physically, the physical part causing her to daydream more than she wants to. Every time he touches her body, she feels how her whole body goes numb, it does not matter if they are in the middle of a fight or not, her body just automatically reacts to his touch. It is like a chemical reaction, it just has to react because that is just how nature has designed it to be, and there is no fighting against it.

There had been so many opportunities where she had just wanted to tell Bryan how she feels but every time she is just about to make her confession, she chickens out because she has no idea of how he might react. In all honesty, she does not have the faintest idea about how he might react because Bryan has hardly expressed any type of emotion since she has known him. Anastasia is not even sure how he feels about her; does he just see her as a business deal or some irritating little pesky woman? He always disappears when they have an off day and she is sure that he goes to some woman to get rid of his frustrations, and it kind of hurts that he would much rather disappear than do something with her on their off day.

After that little incident of theirs that one night when Bruno got hit by the car, things had been awkward for a day or so, but after that, Bryan was back to his usual cold emotionless self, like it never happened, and Anastasia knows that he had also wanted to kiss her just as much as she had wanted to kiss him; his body language was practically yelling it! Anastasia can still remember his eyes, the hunger within those grey pools and how they lingered on his lips, and they were so close to kissing. Just a second or two longer and she would have been able to feel his full kissable lips on her own, but alas, luck was just not on her side.

One good thing of that night is that they had met Bruno, the dog that got hit by the car and whose leg got broken, although Bruno is not with them right now. He has returned to his owners who live down the street, but the owners have said that if she and Bryan want to come and visit him, they are welcome to do so any day, and that is why, every second Sunday afternoon, Anastasia and Bryan takes Bruno for a walk around the neighbourhood, and spend some time with the dog until night time.

The three of them always seem like a happy family, at least in Anastasia's eyes it seems that way. Sometimes she just wishes that it was the case, that she and Bryan were in a relationship, and that Bruno was their animal child, but she knows that it is not going to become a reality anytime soon because she is almost certain that she is the only one who has developed feelings.

Maybe the three months away from everything and everyone may have its advantages, who knows?

"But I am not betting any money on that," Anastasia mutters to herself, and after taking a deep sigh, she takes a seat on her bed where she starts to take her jackets off of the hangers so that she can start folding them.

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"Get up, kid; we should have been on the road already."

Anastasia just groans and turns around, covering her head with her covers, Bryan finding it hard to not smirk at this, but she does not have to know this. Putting up a tough guy persona, he stomps over to her bed and pulls the covers off of her, throwing it on the ground, this action not sitting well with the blonde haired woman.

"What the hell?! I could have been naked under these covers!"

"Not my problem. Now get up and finish up so that we can leave."

Anastasia turns to her alarm clock and her eyes go big when she sees that it is just past three AM.

"You inconsiderate cave man! Just look at the time!"

Bryan sighs with an almost bored attitude, not even caring of what she had just called him, "Just finish up before your coffee gets cold," and before giving her a chance to respond he walks out of the room.

Anastasia is not happy at all; she knows that they were going to leave early but this is just beyond preposterous.

With a groan and a few obscenities, she practically drags herself out of the bed, heading for the bathroom first. She had luckily put out her clothes the previous evening that she is going to drive in today.

While putting on her clothes after finishing up in the bathroom, and being almost fully awake now, a very sudden and almost shocking thought comes up, "Bryan made coffee? Okay, I am not going anywhere with this stranger, something has happened to Bryan because he has never ever made me a cup of coffee! I have to see this with my own two eyes," and just like that, she finishes in a flash, and after making sure that she has taken everything with her that she needs, she switches off the light and hurries down the stairs to go and see the coffee that Bryan had made.

But to her disappointment, it is coffee from a coffee shop, which just raises another question: at what time did this guy wake up seeing that he has driven to a shop for coffee?

Bryan comes back into the kitchen, he just looking at Anastasia with a bored look on his face, "I see you have finally decided to get your ass out of bed."

"Don't try me, Bryan; I am still pissed at the way you woke me, and also the time, but any way, at what time did you wake up to go and get coffee? You do know that we have everything here that is needed to make coffee."

He just ignores her remark and question, and instead takes his cup from the take away tray while also handing Anastasia's cup to her where the two proceed to drink their hot beverage in complete silence.

After finishing their coffee, Bryan takes both cups and goes to throw it in the trash can outside because he does not want any trash in the house seeing as they will be gone for a long time. Luckily for them, Bryan had decided that they should pack everything the previous evening to make up time.

After making sure that everything is closed and all of necessary plugs have been switched off, they get into their trucks, ready for the long road ahead, and finally they start to make their way through the neighbourhood, Anastasia feeling very envious of everyone who is still sleeping, cussing Bryan a few more times within her mind. He has told her that she should stay behind him at all times and that the other two guys will join them later on.

Soon the two are on the main road, heading to the cold isolated place which will be their living sanctuary for the next three months.

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Music is blaring over the speakers within Anastasia's truck, she just singing along while bobbing her head along with the metal music. They have been on the road for about three hours now and the sun is slowly rising, it still remaining one of the most beautiful things that Anastasia has ever seen, and it will remain like that because in her opinion, every sunrise and sunset is different from the previous one. Her heater in her truck is also on full and at least it helps a lot. It is still just she and Bryan and there is still no sign of the other two guys, Grigory and Yurik. Luckily for Anastasia, she has already met them on a few occasions so it is not like she will be staying with two complete strangers, and she also likes them, well, Yurik more than Grigory because Yurik is like a child caught in a grown man's body because he just wants to laugh and have a good time all the time; Grigory is more like Bryan, too serious for their own good.

Anastasia can see how frozen their surroundings are looking and she can already imagine how the cabin is going to look like.

"Bryan better be right about it building my stamina otherwise I am going to kill him instead of Hiwatari."

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The four finally arrive at the cabin, it hidden deep within the frozen forest and it is nothing like Anastasia had pictured. She had a small cabin in her mind the whole time, like the ones that are always shown in the movies, but instead it is a double storey cabin and it seems very cosy on the inside. She is not sure how many rooms there are but she does not care.

Grigory and Yurik had joined her and Bryan just before they turned on to the deserted road, which alone had been about 90 miles long, and unfortunately they had to decrease their speed which worked on her nerves, but they are finally here. Anastasia gets out of her truck at the same time as the others and gives both Yurik and Grigory a tight hug.

"So, are you guys ready for this hell for a whole three months?"

"Please, three months is nothing, doll face; we have spent much longer than that in worse places than this. This is going to be paradise."

Anastasia almost chokes when Yurik says that. How can anyone spend more than three months in a place worse than this? Maybe it is time that she gets out of her comfort bubble and starts seeing the deeper side of life, because it is clear that she hardly knows anything of life.

"So, who is sharing with...?" Yurik not even getting a chance to finish his question before he is interrupted by Bryan.

"The kid is with me," is all Bryan says without giving anyone a chance to say anything else. Anastasia just looks at Bryan, he avoiding her eyes as he turns back toward his truck to start unpacking.

"Share?"

"Yeah, this place may look big but there are only two rooms, but luckily there are two separate beds in each room, so there will be no spooning, well, at least not in our room," Yurik says with a sly smile while looking at Anastasia, she seeing the mischief in his eyes, but she is completely clueless on what he had just meant by that, and both Yurik and Grigory notice this, the two men just looking at each other, their eyes doing all of the talking.

"Come on, Blondie, let's get unpacked so that we can relax."

"This is going to be an interesting three months," Grigory softly says to Yurik, he just chuckling while nodding his head, while the two turn their attention back to Anastasia as she starts to remove her luggage from her truck.

The four of them spend the next four hours unpacking everything, including their clothes and all of the kitchen ware and necessary utensils and essentials. The various weapons are in the two trailers that are still connected to Yurik and Grigory's trucks, and they will remain there for the time being.

The four are currently outside, Yurik and Grigory busy making a fire where they can just relax next to. All of them are dressed in proper winter wear, except Anastasia who is wearing double of everything, and she wishes that she can put on more, although she likes the snow that is all around them. Her inner child just wants to make snow balls and throw it at the men, her first victim being Bryan; she is just waiting for the opportune moment.

"I am going to get drinks," Bryan announces after being sure that the fire is burning efficiently.

Anastasia waits for him to be a few feet away from them before she takes some snow and rolls it into a ball, and then tosses it right at Bryan, full force, it landing right behind his head, it causing him to stop dead in his tracks.

Everyone starts to laugh, Anastasia laughing the hardest.

"Oh shit; you better run, kid, if you value your life," Yurik says through his laughter.

"Why?" is all she asks but she does not need an answer because the moment she looks into Bryan's eyes, she realises that she is in very deep trouble.

"Oops," is all Anastasia says before taking off, Bryan also taking off, he running after her as fast as he can. Anastasia has no idea where she is going as she dodges the branches and trees, all while hearing Bryan gaining up to her, and gaining very fast.

They are already some distance away from the cabin, and also out of sight, and Bryan finally catches up with Anastasia, tackling her from behind, both of them falling in to the snow. Bryan quickly collects his composure, flipping Anastasia onto her back and sitting on top of her, pinning her hands right above her head, she just chuckling at him.

Bryan looks down at the blonde, his urges returning once more, and it is becoming more frequent now a day, and it is also becoming much harder to keep himself in check whenever he is so close to Anastasia. He just looks into her eyes, the playfulness radiating from her eyes. He also notices how red her nose and cheeks are from the cold, but her lips...those kissable and luring lips are still as perfect as always, and they are teasing him, the animalistic side of him beating and banging from the inside to be let out, but he can't. But he wants to have her right now, here in this snow.

'Get a grip, Bryan. Just stay in control. You can do this; you have been doing it for some time now, so just keep staying in control,' he thinks to himself.

Anastasia just can't stop chuckling at Bryan, but immediately stops the moment Bryan starts to smirk while looking down at her, it making her think of a predator that is about to devour its pray.

Bryan leans down to the right side of her right ear, his breathing heating up that small area of Anastasia's skin, her heart suddenly doing very unusual things within her chest.

"Watch your back, kid, because I will declare war on you and then we will see whose snow balls causes the most damage," is all he says in a deep huskily voice into her ear, this causing all of the alarms inside of Anastasia's head to go off with lust.

Bryan releases his hold on her hands and gets up, holding both of his hands out for Anastasia to take hold of, and after she takes hold of his hands, he pulls her up with a great force, almost like yanking her up, on purpose, this causing her to bump right into his chest, she almost losing her balance were it not for Bryan who had placed his hands on her hips and holding them there. She places her hands on him, on his chest, and once again their eyes lock on each other's eyes.

He wants to kiss her, his body is literally aching to do it.

She wants to kiss him, her body is crying to feel his lips against her own.

Bryan releases his hold on her as soon as he clears his throat, he breaking the eye contact between the two of them by stepping back.

"We should get back, kid."

Being knocked out of her trance, she stumbles over her words, her heart hurting a bit because of his withdrawal.

"Err...yeah, sure...let's go," is all Anastasia manages to get out because her mind is a complete mess right now, all thanks to Bryan.

The two head back to the cabin, the walk back filled with nothing but silence, and some distance as the two are almost three feet away from each other.

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It is almost nine the evening, and the temperatures have dropped into the negative integers, and no one needs a thermostat to see it, because just the way Anastasia is shivering and complaining, is a clear indication of the temperature. Just minutes earlier, all four of them had sat in front of the fireplace in the living room, after having had a wonderful dinner that everyone had helped cooked. Anastasia was very surprised that the cabin had running water, hot running water, and not one of the three men could explain it to her because they also don't know why. Yurik says the only theory that they could come up with was that the cabin's pipes are connected to some geyser that is hidden somewhere within the forest.

Anastasia had been under the impression that the three friends had built it; turns out they had just discovered it by accident but it was in a very poor condition, except for the running water, so they all just pitched in to fix it up and they come here regularly, except for Bryan because he has been preoccupied with Anastasia. The blonde had enjoyed a proper hot shower but that is the only advanced thing within this cabin because there is no electricity so she cannot use her hairdryer, but luckily for her, her hair dried properly in front of the fire. The light in the cabin is being illuminated from paraffin lamps, the primitive lamps being all over the entire cabin.

Yurik and Grigory have already bid Bryan and Anastasia goodnight and went up to their room. Not long after, Bryan and his 'student' had also left the heat of the fireplace for an icy room that they will be sharing for the next three months, and right now, while Bryan is already comfortable under the covers in his bed with nothing but a pair of sweatpants on, Anastasia is standing next to her bed, dressed in a long night shirt and thick pair of wool pants, including thick wool socks, and she is shivering her ass off. Her covers are also much thicker than everyone else's covers, it consisting of two duvets, one feather duvet, and two blankets, and usually it should keep anyone warm but the blonde haired woman thinks that it is still way too little for her to brace this weather with.

"How the hell am I supposed to sleep? When you guys fixed up this place, why didn't one of geniuses think of putting a fire place in each room? That would have been way better, and way cosier than this ice box. You guys suck."

"Just get into bed; once you get under the covers, your body will heat up and then it will be more bearable."

"I seriously doubt it. And how the hell can you sleep without a shirt on? Did the cold burn your brain or what?"

Bryan just sighs while looking at the pouting young woman in front of him. She looks so beautiful in the dim light, and he is sure, if he does not go to sleep right now, he might do something that he will regret later on.

"Just get into bed, kid; I am turning off the lamp right now," and without waiting another second, Bryan turns down the lamp, turning his back on the blonde with just a simple 'night'.

"Hey, you big Neanderthal! I am not even in bed yet!"

Anastasia gets no response from her secret infatuation, the room dressed in complete darkness. Luckily she is already next to her bed so it will not be too difficult in getting in. After huffing like an infuriated old woman, she climbs in to her bed, the sudden coldness stabbing her like a million small nails into her skin, the amount of covers not helping one bit. Bryan had told her that she has to brace the cold and that it is just for her own good.

'Own good my ass! What good is it if I turn into a human icicle? May my death rest on your conscious, Bryan.'

No matter how she turns, she just cannot manage to get comfortable, or warm. The feather duvet is suppose to be a good heat insulation object, but clearly that only works for cities, definitely not somewhere in God only knows where. She is sure that her skin is covered in goose pimples, and if she does not stop shaking anytime soon, her teeth will break into hundreds of pieces.

Bryan listens to how Anastasia constantly turns, the jittering of her teeth being heard clearly. He feels sorry for her, maybe it had not been such a good idea to come in this cold time, maybe she is not strong enough for this brutal weather.

'Maybe she should just go sleep in front of the fire place so that she can heat up, or...'

Bryan stiffens at his sudden thought, but also likes it way better than allowing her to sleep alone down stairs. He wanted to share a room with her for a reason, so that he can be close to her, and he doubts she would think strangely of him in anyway, he is just going to help her get warm, and no one can deny the fact that body heat is the best heat there is.

After taking a silent deep breath to calm his nerves for what he is about to do, Bryan gets out of bed and walks to Anastasia's bed, pulling back the covers and climbing in next to her. He lies down and takes her in to his arms, pulling her close to him, and he is surprised that there is no comment coming from the cheeky blonde. Maybe she is just too shocked, but to his surprise, she moves closer to him, it causing his heart to go completely out of control.

"This is just for tonight, kid; tomorrow night you are all on your own."

Bryan feels the blonde nod her head, she moving even closer to him, almost like she wants to climb underneath him.

To say that she is shocked will be an understatement, but Anastasia is so grateful for Bryan; who knew that he can be so compassionate. It takes only a minute or two before she relaxes completely, the heat coming off of Bryan's body acting like a very strong sedative, and just like that, a deep sleep overtakes her, she being too tired to go all giddy about the fact that Bryan is holding her tightly in his arms and against his body.

Bryan is lying on his left side, his arms encircling the blonde, and after making sure that she is comfortable and asleep, sleep also overtakes him, he also finding the comfort of her in his arms a strong sedative.

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The wind is howling like a beast over the icy landscape, it sharpening its teeth on the snow, its claws slicing through everything that comes in its path. The beast can kill any living thing that comes in its way right now, showing no mercy for its victim. The destruction will most definitely be visible in the morning, and hopefully the beast would have gone and rested somewhere where it cannot hurt anyone or anything.

Anastasia has been awake for a while now, the howling of the wind outside making it impossible for her to sleep; at least she is not cold anymore. She and Bryan is still in the same position as they had fallen asleep in, the blonde only realising now what is really happening: she is sleeping in Bryan's arms, actually being held in his arms, their bodies are touching and it is not in a fighting stance, it is in a more personal touching way, somewhat intimate.

She can feel his somewhat gentle breathing on the top of her head, it constantly heating that certain section and she can hear it, that faint sound, and yet that faint sound is sounding manlier than some men will ever be in their entire lives. Her body is moving along with his body, as he inhales and exhales, his toned muscles slightly flexing with each movement. It almost feels like their bodies are fitting perfectly, like this is how they belong. If only she also had no shirt on, then she could have felt his naked skin against her own, her breasts pressing against those firm muscles of his...

Suddenly Anastasia is finding her heart doing very funny things once again, and if she does not get it under control right now, Bryan might be able to feel her heart beat against his skin, and Lord knows what he then might think of her.

'Think woman! Get your head out of the gutter for like the millionth time now and think horrible thoughts. Think of your family, think of the wind, just do something!'

The wind starts to pick up speed and a branch hits against the window, not loud enough to cause any damage or to wake anyone from their sleep, but enough for Anastasia to freak out, and it was just the right kind of distraction that she needed to stop her erotic thoughts of Bryan.

She slightly lifts her head, trying her best not to wake Bryan up in the process. She looks at the window that is situated next to the door, and then tilts her head upward to look at the window that is situated at the head of the two beds inside the room, and just then she feels a light tug, indicating that Bryan is awake.

"Sleep," is all he mutters to her.

"I can't; the wind is freaking me out. It is howling like it is busy transforming into some beast or something freaky."

"You don't seem to realise that you need all the sleep that you can get, now sleep."

Anastasia just sighs once more before she makes herself comfortable in Bryan's arms again, he still holding her tight against him.

Again another branch hits against the one window, this time a bit harder, causing Anastasia to suddenly flinch because of the sudden hit against the window.

"That's it; I can't sleep. Sorry, Bryan, but I am taking your bed for the remainder of the night," Anastasia says while getting out of Bryan's hold but before she can sit up to climb over the big man, he yanks her back until her head is flat on her pillow, she lying on her right side, his right hand slightly grasping her left upper arm.

"You are not going anywhere," the finality of the order very clear in his tone of voice, Anastasia startled on his somewhat harsh order.

The two are lying face to face, and yet they cannot see each other's faces. The silence between the two should be awkward, and yet it is not.

Bryan removes his hand from her upper arm and softly cups her cheek, his thumb slowly stroking it, and as if it is a reflex, Anastasia leans into his touch, her eyes closing on their own accord.

Bryan has no idea what has made him do this but he might as well continue with whatever his body wants to do; he is going to ignore his mind, and let his heart and soul make the decisions, because it may just turn into something remarkable, something that he has been wanting for a while now.

By following her breathing in the dark to pinpoint her lips, Bryan slowly lifts his head and leans closer to Anastasia, finally taking hold of those sensual lips that he has been yearning for, those lips that has been causing a burning sensation throughout his veins, those lips that has been haunting his thoughts every day, and those lips that has been stalking his dreams every night. And just like that, Bryan pulls away, but he keeps his forehead pressed softly against Anastasia's forehead, she also leaning into it.

It was just a simple kiss, a single kiss, and yet it was filled with so much passion and emotions; not one of them can deny just how toxic the kiss had been.

Deciding that he wants more, so much more, Bryan decides to take another chance and this time he wants to deepen the kiss, and so Bryan goes in for another kiss, but this time it is longer and more courageous, as his lips starts to move against Anastasia's lips, and to his amazement, she returns it, her hand also finding his exposed cheek and cupping it.

The kiss deepens with each movement, they changing the angles of their heads expertly as their lips continue to move against each other, the hunger augmenting with each passing second.

Who ever knew that kissing can make one so vivacious, being alive suddenly getting an entire new meaning. Their thoughts are such a mess right now, both will have to take a minute if they want to get some perspective right now, but then again, do they want to think of what is happening? Won't thinking just spoil this entire ordeal right now?

Making another courageous move, Bryan removes his hand from her cheek, moving it down to her shoulder where he lightly pushes Anastasia down on to her back, he lifting his upper body in the process, their kissing not missing one beat. Anastasia continues to turn until she is completely on her backside, both of her hands having found Bryan's hips, her thumbs resting just above the elastic band of Bryan's sweatpants, her thumbs softly stroking the area of the exposed skin that her thumbs are on. Bryan lifts his upper body, his arms perching him up as his hands rests on either side of Anastasia's head, his lower body resting on Anastasia's lower body, and in this new position, the kissing between the two intensifies, and this time their tongues find each other's mouth, exploring every inch of each other's inner cavern.

Suddenly it seems like time has stopped altogether, like everything around them has seized to exist, and that it is just the two of them in this living space. In this living space they do not need food to live, they do not need water or any type of shelter; they just need each other in order to exist. Their bodies are speaking a language that only they can understand, every touch, every sound, every emotion responds to the language of their bodies. Passion cannot describe what is happening between these two people right now, both of them broken on the inside about the tragedies that had struck them, and even though they are broken, their actions do not depict it. Instead, it depicts two persons that are pining for each other, and that they have been pining for some time, and now they finally have the chance to show each other the feelings that they have had to suppress for so long now. They don't need, and also don't want anything else right now, only each other and the feel and touch of one another.

However, certain things are needed in order to continue their existence, things like much needed air for they have been kissing so intensely for some time now, that both of them are in dire need of oxygen, but Bryan does not want his lips to leave her, so he just breaks the kiss from her lips, and moves his kisses down her skin, doing it slowly and sensually while he gets in some well deserved oxygen, taking in every inch of her skin, his lips memorising her taste and feel of her skin on them; it feeling so soft, the best silk in the world not coming close to this feel. He can hear her soft heaving and it is music to his ears, Bryan never knowing that a woman's heaving could sound so sensual, so virtuous, it making his soul burn with a burning desire that he did not even know can happen to him.

His kisses move down her chin, all along her jaw line, finally finding its way down her neck, Anastasia slightly tilting her head to the other side so that her neck is exposed a little more for Bryan to kiss it. Her hands move away from his hips, moving up his back where they stop midway on his back, her fingers pressing into his skin in an erotic way, Bryan grunting in pleasure by this touch.

Anastasia is slightly heaving, her mouth feeling like it wants to go dry any moment, the assault on her body too much too handle right now, and yet, there is no way that she wants it to stop. She can feel her mind, body and soul slipping into an unknown dimension where there is nothing but this pure euphoria. Every kiss from Bryan on her skin is an assault that just sends her deeper into this dimension, she slipping more and more away from the reality that is all around her. She has been wanting this for a long time now, but never had it crossed her mind that he can drive her so crazy with just his lips; how they move on her skin, no words in any language will be able to describe this feeling because what is transpiring here, right now, will never be able to be described with mere words.

How is it possible that this somewhat cold man, this strict and almost emotionless man can drive her senses into overdrive, wanting to make her toes curl over from desire, causing her spine to experience a tingling sensation all over, again and again, causing her arms and legs to feel like they might go numb any moment from arousal? How the hell can Bryan be such a passionate man when he always appears so cold, always looking like he might turn into stone on the first sign or touch of emotions that might be expressed his way? Just the touch of his lips on her skin is enough to turn her into putty, for him to do with whatever he wants to do, without any objections from her side.

If only Bryan can look into her eyes right now, those precious and unique green eyes of her. His soul wants more and more, it is aching for more of this vivaciously blonde that is lying beneath him right now. He wants to explore every inch of her skin, he wants to caress every part of her body, to trail kisses all over her body while taking in her taste, saving it within his heart, mind and body for an eternity.

Once more their lips find each other, this time with more burning passion and hunger for one another, their lips and tongues searching for each other desperately, moving against each other as if giving life to the other. As if acting on its own accord, Bryan's right hand leaves the side of Anastasia's head and slowly trails down her night shirt on the left side of her body, he taking in the sensual curves of her body, his hand finally stopping at her hip, his thump lifting the hem of her shirt a little so that her skin is slightly exposed, his thumb stroking the exposed skin, as the passionate kissing continues between the two.

And so the kissing continues, it quickly becoming very heated underneath the covers, even though their upper bodies are already uncovered from the shelter of the covers of the bed. Bryan's hand starts to move deeper underneath her shirt, slowly making its way up all along her left side until it stops at her diaphragm, his thumb once again stroking her skin, but this time with a deeper touch into her skin, almost like massaging that certain spot. However, by doing this action, Anastasia's body arches up a little more, pressing into Bryan's upper body; apparently he seems to have touched a sensitive spot of hers, one she did not even know she had.

Once again Bryan breaks the kiss, his lips moving down her chin but this time down her left side; previously it had been down her right side. He moves sensually all along her jaw line, and this time he also nibbles on her ear lobe, licking her ear very seductively, this resulting in Anastasia to dig her fingers even deeper into Bryan's back, her back arching up once more, her head pressing deeper into the pillow while giving a soft moan.

'Another soft spot,' Bryan thinks to himself while smiling before sucking on her lobe a little more, while Anastasia continues to react to his touch.

To his surprise, Anastasia wraps her legs around his waist after removing it from underneath his lower body, her legs tightening around his waist as his playful assault on her earlobe continues. Her fingers continue to dig into his back, only relaxing the moment when he pulls away from her neck, trailing his kisses down her neck until he reaches her collar bone. He kisses this area some more before moving his kisses to the centre of her neck, and upwards once more, and just as he is about to reclaim Anastasia's lips once more, she stops him.

"Bryan," she says in a very seductive, yet soft, and huskily voice, "put your hands on me," and as to emphasise on what she means, she places her left hand on his right hand and moves it up to her left breast, and without saying anything else, she claims Bryan's lips this time, the lust coming through her lips. Bryan keeps his hand on her left breast, softly massaging it while Anastasia moans into his mouth, both of her hands once more on his back, her fingers dragging all along his back in a seductive way, she taking in the movement of Bryan's muscles flexing underneath her touch with every move his body makes.

The kissing proceeds for another few minutes until Bryan stops and proceeds to sit up straight, sitting on his knees with Anastasia now having her legs perched up on the bed, her feet flat on the bed and her legs bent at the knees, while he is sitting between them, Bryan wishing that there could have been light in their room right now so that he can just look down at Anastasia right now. He takes the bottom part of her night shirt and slowly starts to move it up but stops right beneath her breasts. He leans down and starts to kiss her stomach, as his hands massages the sides of her body. He is going to take his time in pleasing Anastasia and hopefully, through his movements, he will be able to fully express how he feels about her.

As Bryan kisses her stomach, Anastasia plays with his hair, enjoying everything that Bryan is doing to her right now. Only one thought is circling her mind right now: will they go all the way? Quite frankly, it does not matter to her right now because what she is experiencing with him right now feels so good, so right. However, a very small, as in very, very small part of her is almost certain that sex will ruin it all, but hey, it will also be an added bonus if they do end up doing it; she will most definitely not complain about it.

Bryan's tongue is moving expertly all over her exposed skin, his thumbs extending over her stomach, also stroking it as he slowly licks and kisses all over the skin.

For a few seconds he stops the touch of his lips and tongue on her skin, his massaging also seizing, all so that he can lower the elastic band of her pants, until her bikini line is exposed. Placing his hands on her loins, he leans down, kissing her once more but this time, he kisses deeper, his thumbs stroking her loins, Anastasia feeling how a pulsing sensation is taking place between her legs, it without a doubt being because she is becoming very aroused at the moment. Bryan continues to nip on her skin and then licking it afterwards, his tongue moving in circular movements, whilst his thumbs continue with their stroking of her loins.

The brutal wind outside and the blistering cold is long forgotten for Anastasia, Bryan has made sure of that. For a good few minutes he pleases both her bikini line and her stomach area, but now he is going to go a step further. He sits up once more, pulling Anastasia up in the process after telling her to give her hands to him, and then places her arms around his neck, the two kissing once more whilst being in this position, as Bryan pulls her night shirt up higher and higher, the kissing being broken for a split second while he pulls it over her head, discarding the night shirt onto the floor, the piece of material forgotten for now, the kissing resuming between the two, but this time their upper bodies are completely naked, Bryan encircling Anastasia with his arms, pulling her up against him, feeling her naked breasts press against him, he giving a pleasure filled grunt because of this.

Anastasia pulls herself up so that she can sit on Bryan's lap, ensuring that they are completely pressed against each other, and in this new position, she can feel his arousal between her legs, noticing that he is very well endowed down there, if she can go by the large bulge that is pressing against her.

Once again the kissing commences for a proper time before Bryan lowers Anastasia down on to her back, wasting no time in going to her breasts, starting with the left one where he starts his sucking on her perked and hardened nipple, the blonde arching her back once more as she takes hold of his hair with both of her hands in a rather firm grip, but not enough to cause him any form discomfort or pain.

Bryan can feel how his carnal side is trying to break through, it wanting him to rip of her last pieces of clothing and claim her right here, right now, but that is the last thing Bryan wants now. He does not want to have sex with her, no, he wants to enjoy her body, enjoy how her skin feels against his own, how her body reacts to his every touch, and besides, sex will just ruin everything. Sex does not show one's true feelings for another because sex is just a carnal thing, an animalistic thing that is driven mostly by lust, nothing more. Lust is not the main emotion that he is feeling right now; lust is the very last emotion on his mind right now, although certain areas of his body may indicate otherwise.

Bryan softly kneads her left breast while still playing with the hardened nipple within his mouth, his tongue licking it, occasionally sucking it and nibbling on it, while being aware of how Anastasia is playing with his hair as her body continues to react to his touch on her perfectly formed breasts, they fitting perfectly in his hands.

He continues his gentle sucking and caressing of her left breast for some time before proceeding to her right breast, he repeating the movements once more, enjoying himself even more as he has finally come to be at a complete ease with himself while taking her breasts in both his mouth and hands.

Anastasia can feel how her sacred place is taking a life of its own, it throbbing and pulsing from arousal, it craving and aching to consume Bryan's arousal, feeling it move within itself, taking all of it, but her heart and mind does not want that, they want to continue with the way things are going now, this sensual ride that Bryan has taken her on, and that he is still taking her on. It is mind blowing, indescribable and she can just be lost in this moment forever and ever.

He is so gentle with her breasts, he clearly putting in the effort of pleasing her, which once again conjures the question: how can a guy like Bryan be so affectionate and so caring, his gentle touches completely overshadowing of what she knows about him? If she did not know any better, she would have sworn that this is a different man, a man that is the complete opposite of Bryan. Her heart is racing with a sea of different emotions, all of them giving a new life to her, a life filled with happiness, it almost sealing all of the many breaks within her heart and soul, every touch and kiss from Bryan making her whole once more, little by little.

Bryan stops his caressing and kissing on Anastasia's breasts, he lifting his head a little, once again wishing that he could have seen her right now. He can hear her soft heaving, feeling her chest rise and fall as she heaves, and her hands feeling warm to the touch as they are resting on his shoulders. As if it is second nature by now, he once again takes her lips, Anastasia immediately returning the hunger filled kissing, her arms wrapping around his neck as Bryan lowers himself completely on top of Anastasia, their bodies starting to move in a slow grinding motion.

The friction being caused between their bodies as their bodies are moving up and down are causing their bodies to heat up, the body heat that is being radiated from them heating up the entire bed area, Bryan being the first to feel the immense heat, it almost to the point of making him a bit uncomfortable. He does not want to do it but he has to, and so, once more he breaks the intense kissing between him and Anastasia, sitting up once more.

His hands make their way down her body until they reach the elastic band of her pants, Bryan starting to pull it down slowly, Anastasia lifting her hips as to comply to his request, Bryan slipping it down her legs, feeling her toned legs that she has obtained through her vigorous training, Anastasia biting down on her lower lip as she feels Bryan's warm hands touch her legs as they slowly move down her legs, undressing her until she is only laying in her panty, almost completely vulnerable in front of Bryan right now; if only there was some sort of illumination in the room right now.

After removing her pants completely, and also discarding the piece of clothing to the floor, Bryan realises that now he has new exposed skin that he can kiss and touch, and he does not wait a second longer before taking her right foot in both of his hands, removing the socks and starting to kiss the top of her foot, sensually and seductively, slowly making his way up her leg.

Anastasia once again arches her upper body, this time pulling on her own hair as she bites harder on her lower lip, almost to the point of it becoming painful, while pressing her head back into the pillow, the moaning of her almost sounding like that of a woman that is on the brink of climaxing.

Bryan's eyes are closed as he listens to Anastasia moan, feeling how her body reacts once more to his touch as he places sensual and meaningful kisses on her skin while his hands stroke her skin in a loving and a seductive way. She is a woman that deserves nothing but the best in the world, and if only he could get a chance to heal her wounds, to take away her pain from the loss of her family, to show her what she is really worth and what a remarkable woman she is, he would show her it every day, and he would make it his mission in life to make her happy in the way she deserves.

He may not have known her before the murders of her family, but if she was anything like he has seen over the time that they have known each other, he is certain that she was a one of a kind person, shining with a light equal to that of the sun, bringing life to any dark and deserted place, and he would like nothing more for her to be happy once more, to be the person that he is certain she once was.

Her natural scent is tingling his nostrils, but in a good way, her natural scent having an almost sweet scent to it, but not that nauseating sweetness, but instead that sweetness that one simply cannot get enough of, Bryan already having memorised the scent of her in his mind and heart.

Bryan reaches Anastasia's upper leg, and slowly starts to knead her upper leg whilst still caressing it with his sensual kisses, Anastasia calling his name in a huskily voice, the blonde not even realising that she had just done that. Her mind really cannot focus right now and her mouth is speaking whatever her body is telling it to speak, and right now her body is solely reacting to Bryan's intoxicating touch.

Hearing her say his name in that tone of voice just made his heart skip a few beats, the tone in which she has said it, Anastasia sounding like a woman in dire need of the touch of her lover, almost like her very existence is depending on it, and it fills him with pride knowing that she had called him in that type of tone, no one else. He does not care about how many lovers she has had before him, right now he wants to be her last one, the last man to ever touch her in this passionate way, the last man to make her feel like a real woman, the last man that she will experience intimacy like this with.

Bryan's kisses stop right below where the linen of her panty is, he proceeding to her left leg, once again starting at her foot after removing her sock. Anastasia can feel how dry the inside of her throat is becoming from pure arousal, the assault on her body really feeling like it is almost becoming too much. Is that even possible? Can a person have some type of seizure, or even die, from too much pleasure? It sure feels like that right now for the feisty blonde.

The toxic kisses continue their trail all along her leg, slowly, while those big strong and warm hands caress her skin in a way only Bryan can manage, and as his touch with his hands and lips move up her leg until they reach just below her panty once more, Anastasia can feel how her heart is racing more and more, once again making her wonder on whether one can actually die from too much pleasure by getting a heart attack? By now she has released the grip on her hair and instead has taken the linen into her hold, she clutching it so tight that she may draw blood any second now if she does not release some of the pressure within her grasp.

Bryan starts to kiss her bikini line once more after positioning himself in between Anastasia's legs. He licks her bikini line in a teasingly way, as she pulls his hair before he ceases his licking and skips her stomach completely because he just wants to taste her lips once more, and right now the two are once more engaged in another hot and steamy kissing session, Anastasia having her arms wrapped securely around Bryan's neck while his hands are roaming her body, the covers lying in a forgotten bundle on the far end of the bed.

Bryan still has his sweatpants on and Anastasia wants them gone as soon as possible because she also wants to feel his almost naked body against her own.

"Bryan," she says after stopping in kissing him, their lips barely touching each other right now.

"Yeah?"

"Loose the pants," is all she says to him before pulling his head down and kissing him deeply before pushing him back completely for him to remove his pants. He does as she had commanded and Bryan wastes no time in removing it, and after discarding them, he resumes his place between her legs, lips on lips, his hands roaming her almost naked body, he grunting as she moans into his mouth as he roams and touches all of her sensitive spots.

Without any one of them planning it, Bryan lowers himself completely on to Anastasia, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist, his erection pressing against her lady bits, the head of his arousal precisely positioned at her entrance, only their underwear preventing them from doing the deed right now. Their bodies automatically start to move against each other until they are in perfect sync with each other, the kissing having intensified immensely, their bodies feeling like they have been made for each other as they just fit so perfect together. They want to pull away for oxygen but neither of them can bring themselves to do it.

Anastasia has her arms wrapped in such a tight manner around Bryan that she seems like someone who might fall thousands of feet should they let go right now. Bryan has also managed to wrap his arms around Anastasia's body. The two start to roll around without them even realising it, that intense kissing showing no sign of coming to a halt anytime soon. Anastasia is on top, her hair cascading over her and Bryan's faces, the pony tail having coming undone somewhere throughout the heated session. Once again the two roll, Bryan on top again, this time with his arousal pressing against Anastasia's clit, Bryan's arousal still grinding against her as the two's bodies are still moving up and down against each other.

The moving of their bodies start to become more determined, more urgent, it driven by hunger, passion, sincere emotions and a longing to heal each other, to make each other feel nothing but happiness, peace and love. Moans and grunts are filling the room, the sounds of the howling wind replaced with the sounds of erotica.

A whole different type of essence is running through Anastasia's veins, something that she has never encountered before, something that is making her feel like she is floating into an unknown bliss, there being nothing to anchor her, but she does not want to be anchored. These sensations that she is experiencing now, that are taking a mind of its own within her heart, body, soul and mind, she has never felt something like this.

Is this...is this what real intimacy feels like, the type of intimacy that has been created at the beginning of time, the type of intimacy that is meant to be felt between a man and woman but that had been destroyed due to the lustful nature of the humans? Is she finally feeling how it is suppose to feel when a man and woman connects on a spiritual level, on an emotional level, because if it is, she never wants to feel intimacy with any other man other than with Bryan. It feels so genuine, so beautiful, so sincere, and they are not even having sex. She has never ever experienced these beautiful feelings whenever she was having sex in the past, and she is actually happy about it.

Bryan has opened the sensual side of her, the true sexuality of her, the pure and raw sexuality of a woman, and it is so beautiful, her soul feels like it is crying out of pure happiness right now. His kisses, his touches, they are a type of magic or supernatural power that has awoken a side of her that has lay dormant for so long, and now she knows that they are meant for each other, that one day they will be together the way it should be, the way a man and woman should be together, that they were destined to be together.

Bryan's body is moving on its own accord, his grinding of his hips becoming harder and faster, his erection pressing harder on the clit of Anastasia, she feeling how her legs are starting to become restless as the sensation of a clitoral climax is drawing nearer and nearer, and just like that, her legs tighten around Bryan's body, her fingers digging into Bryan's neck as she presses her head back into the pillow, breaking the kissing as she moans out that orgasmic moan, signalling to Bryan that she had just climaxed, he not even being aware that they were that heated.

Anastasia is panting, Bryan planting soft butterfly kisses all over her face as he feels how the grip of her legs and arms around him are weakening, she still trying her best to hold on to Bryan, the task proving a little bit difficult for her. The movement of Bryan's body has also stopped, he just giving Anastasia a chance to come to grips with everything. No words are shared between the two as Anastasia is still coming down from her high and Bryan is still kissing her face all over, not stopping once in displaying his affections towards this 'student'.

Bryan continues with his kissing until Anastasia suddenly cups his face in both of her hands, their lips almost touching, the two feeling each other's breaths on their lips.

"Bry..." is all she says before reclaiming Bryan's lips once more, he just smiling into the kiss as it quickly becomes very heated once more, and within a matter of seconds, it becomes passionate between the two once more, and with one swift move, Bryan sits up, pulling Anastasia with him in the process, he sitting on his knees with her arms and legs securely wrapped around his body, his erection once again pressing up against her entrance, the wetness of her panties pressing against her lady parts.

The two's bodies' start to grind against each other once more, Bryan driving his erection against Anastasia, she welcoming it all as her mind once again gets lost in all of the bliss and emotions of this new found intimacy between her and this strong man that she has had no idea can be so passionate, so caring and loving, and also so thoughtful.

Bryan's arms are securely around Anastasia's body, his fingers also pressing into her skin, and he also suddenly can feel his climax getting closer and closer as the head of his erection grinds against Anastasia, the material of his boxers and the movements all adding to the stimulation of his head. The grinding increases, his hips driving himself against Anastasia as hard as possible, the sensation increasing more and more until...

The kissing stops as Bryan silently gasps against Anastasia's lips, his hands also digging into her skin, pulling her even closer to his body, the blonde feeling how intense his grip suddenly gets, Bryan feeling how the sensation and life is leaving his legs as his essence is expelled into his boxers, the attack of pleasure coursing through his body. This was not planned but he is glad that it happened, for both of them.

Within seconds it is over, his body slightly trembling as his crisis had also passed. Anastasia knows what had just happened, his actions saying it all, as well as the sudden extra wetness that she is feeling between her legs. She kisses him softly on the lips, he returning it as best as he could.

"You okay?" Anastasia asks in a whisper, Bryan just replying with a silent nod.

The brawny man waits for his strength to return, and after it does, he gently places Anastasia back down onto the bed, giving her a last meaningful kiss before getting up and getting off of the bed.

"I'll be back."

"Okay."

Bryan makes his way through the dark room towards his drawer where his clothes are and retrieves a clean boxer before making his way out of their bedroom, and towards the bathroom.

Anastasia waits till she hears the door of the bathroom close before jumping up, regretting it immediately as the cold crudely attacks her skin full force, but now is not the time to be a chicken. She also quickly makes her way towards the drawer of where her underwear is. She also has to put on a pair of clean underwear; there is no way she is sleeping with a wet panty. She feels for her pack of wet wipes, a little obsession she has had since she can remember.

Anastasia proceeds to do what she has to do and soon enough she is dry and clean once more, although almost completely naked. She starts to pace around in the room, suddenly unsure of what to do: should she get dressed again? What if Bryan gets back into his bed and she is still naked? Not only will she most probably shiver to death, but she will also feel like a complete idiot.

'Get a grip; you are a grown woman, just get into bed without clothes on, just lie deep under the covers.'

Anastasia starts to feel for the covers and quickly pulls them in an almost neat manner before jumping back into bed, covering herself so that only her nose is uncovered a little, and also just in time because just then she hears the door of the bathroom open, the steps of Bryan being heard on the wooden floor.

She listens to how he moves around in the room, the drawer open and closing, and just as Anastasia is certain that he will go back to his bed, she feels the covers being lifted, Bryan taking his place behind her once more, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her closer to him, she also inching closer to him. Bryan kisses her shoulder, Anastasia caressing his cheek in the process, before the two cuddle even closer to each other, both of them smiling to themselves about what had just happened between the two.

"Night, Bryan."

He hugs her from behind, gently whispering into her ear, 'night, kid', the blonde shivering from the sensation of his warm breath on her ear.

Anastasia places her hands on his arms, softly stroking them as she once again takes in the body heat of Bryan, the soothing and calming heat that she knows she will never find from any type of blanket. She continues to listen to Bryan's deep and gently breathing until she is fast asleep, the howling wind outside completely away from her mind.

Bryan continues to lay awake for another few minutes until he is certain that Anastasia is fast asleep before placing a last soft kiss in her neck, getting comfortable and also just dozing off into a blissful sleep, a soft smile still adorning his face.

May the two of them have the most pleasant dreams as they both deserve it.

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I hope that it was not too bad. I know that the part between Ana and Bryan was rather long, but the two had some 'emotional stuff' to get out of their systems, and there will be some more heated moments between these two, some romantic, others not so as Bryan's past is also going to interfere more than once, and it is not going to be pretty.

Again people, this is a very, very dark fic so I apologise in advance for all of the unsettling scenes that are still to come in the future.

Other than that, review as I am curious as to what everyone thought of what has happened to Boris, and also about Bryan and Ana

Lots of love to everyone!