AN: Well. Here it is. No doubt what all you little perverts have been waiting for. Lemon warning for this chapter. If you're underage, please skip. Innocence is meant to be cherished... oh fuck it, you guys have probably stopped reading this after the word 'lemon' and now you're already reading the chapter. Well, enjoy! Don't forget to review ;P

They fell on the bed, a flurry of kisses, passionate caresses and heated gasps. Ivan wasted no time in divesting himself of his sweater and thermal sleep shirt, Anna gasping as his strong yet scarred chest was revealed to her eyes once more. Anna's hands moved on their own, tracing and stroking each mark she could reach as Ivan kissed her senseless, as if trying to erase centuries of pain and hardship with each loving touch. However, her mind was too far gone to even consider using her ability at this moment. What would be a worse way to kill the mood?

Ivan groaned as her fingertips grazed his skin, threading one hand through her soft hair to pull her head back as to attack the pale column of her throat with heated kisses. Each mewl that escaped from her lips encouraged him, his kisses turning into licks, licks into nips, nips into possessive yet gentle bites followed by an apologizing peck to the abused skin.

"I-Ivan, ah! Don't… leave mar- AH!" Anna started to protest before Ivan gave her a particularly harsh bite into the soft part of her neck, silencing any further words from escaping her mouth. Ivan sat up to glare pointedly at her.

"You are mine, kotik. Everyone will know it." he declared huskily before leaning down to attack her lips once again. Anna moaned into the kiss, bringing Ivan's head closer as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Ivan slipped his hand under her cami, smirking when she hissed through her teeth as his cold hands slid over her heated skin.

"C-Cold… your hands…" she shivered as he distracted her with kisses trailed along her collarbone. She could feel him smirk against her skin, the smug bastard!

"Warm them with your heat, моя любовь…*" he whispered before quickly ridding her of her cami and pajama bottoms in one swift move. Anna laid there stunned, reflexively covering herself as she was suddenly exposed to the chill of the air. However, she soon found her hands caught in an iron grip as Ivan pinned them above her head, growling as he did so.

"NEVER, cover yourself kotik," he said pointedly, "you are beautiful." And with that he leaned down to capture one rosy bud gently with his teeth. Anna keened at the sudden wave of pleasure, biting her lips to keep a moan from escaping her lips. The fact that her hands were still pinned down and rendered useless, frustrated her to no end! She'd be lying though if she said that being totally dominated by the one she loved wasn't exhilarating.

"Don't hold back my sunflower, I want to hear all the lewd noises you make, da?" Ivan ordered before maneuvering his hands so that both of hers fit in one, his now free hand coming down to caress and knead the neglected breast, the double stimulation almost too much for Anna as a moan finally broke past her lips. A searing heat had started to pool in the area between her thighs, the uncomfortable pressure causing her to rub them together for some sweet relief.

"N-AH! Ah, they… they'll hear- Ahn!" Anna protested meekly before his teeth clamped down on her nipple, her back arching further into his mouth.

"Let them hear, let them know you're mine." he purred before quickly removing his scarf to tie both her hands together, leaving both of his hands free to caress, stroke and squeeze at her skin as much as he pleased. His mouth alternated between breasts, keeping her distracted enough to move his hands to start caressing the inner part of her thighs. He had the audacity to tease her by trailing ever closer towards her core then moving back, causing her to whimper in frustration each time. Finally, her American impatience won out over her British stubbornness.

"T-touch me… please…" she begged, bucking her hips towards his hands for emphasis. Ivan chuckled, lifting his head to smirk down darkly at her.

"Say that again…" he rasped. Anna, as if it were possible, flushed an even deeper red as he bored his gaze into her.

"Touch me… you sadist…" Anna commanded with a touch of sarcasm, daringly lifting one of her pale legs to trace the outside of his still clothed thighs. That would have to be remedied soon, she thought before any manner of thinking ceased when Ivan caught that stray leg and hoisted it around his hip, grinding his clothed erection into her weeping core. Good GOD…! The heat inside of her spiked ten fold as he started to grind into her, each movement tearing a high pitched moan from her. If he kept this up…!

Then he suddenly stopped, releasing her leg and sitting up, smirking down at her even when she growled and glared at him with a look that threatened castration if he didn't get back to business.

"You should watch yourself." he taunted, smiling darkly at her. Anna narrowed her eyes at how blatantly he teased at Rule Number Seven, but soon smirked in defiance.

"And you shouldn't underestimate me, Russia… do your worst." she chided, priding herself in the surprised expression that flitted across his face. Pride turned to apprehension when he let forth a feral growl and she soon found both her legs thrown over his shoulders, his breath ghosting over the red curls covering her womanhood. He wouldn't dare!

"Then I will punish you, little minx…" he seethed as his hands came up to pin her hips to the mattress as he attacked her center with his long tongue. Anna screamed, feeling as if she was being turned inside out and burned alive at the same time, but in the most pleasurable way. Desperately she tried bucking her hips towards his mouth but his strong hands kept her firmly in place, no doubt going to leave bruises come morning. So, all the sensations travelled up her spine, causing her to thrash wildly as the heat inside of her wound tighter and tighter. Her climax finally washed over her when his teeth found that one little bundle of nerves and bit down on it, the head and pressure exploding outwards as she made a sound akin to a scream and a gasp along with his name. When the white lights faded from her eyes, she looked up, panting and sweating as she heard the sound of clothes rustling and there he was, hot and hard against her entrance.

"Ivan… untie me…" she begged, motioning towards her still bound hands. Ivan raised a silver brow at this request.

"Зачем?**" he asked. Anna sent him a gentle smile in response.

"Я хочу прикасаться к тебе, моя любовь*** …" she purred. Ivan shivered. Seeing her lying there, covered in his love marks and sweat, flushed a brilliant pink from pleasure, it was almost enough to undo him. And when she looked up at him with those brilliant, passion filled eyes and whispered sweet words to him in his mother tongue…

"I do not deserve you…" he admitted as he swiftly undid his scarf from around her wrists, shivering in delight when they quickly wrapped around his scarred, sensitive neck. Anna merely shook her head in disagreement.

"It's I who can't believe I'm with you, Vanya… please, take me." she begged, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him closer to her. Ivan shuddered, leaning his head to fit in the crook of her neck and he slowly pushed into her entrance. Her already labored breathing increased as she felt him start to stretch her, but it was far from uncomfortable or painful.

"I don't want to hurt you, sunflower…" he rasped, his voice shaky from the exertion it took not to slam into her hot vice with all his might. He swore he heard Anna scoff at that.

"I won't break! Please, make me yours!" she pleaded loudly. The last of Ivan's reserves snapped, and he thrust his hips forward quickly, sheathing him completely into her. The unimaginable heat drew a loud gasp from him as Anna's breath caught in her throat. There was no pain as he stilled to let her adjust, years of doing judo paying off in the end. And, Holy Mother Russia… he felt so BIG!

"A-Are you…?" Ivan started to ask when Anna shifted her hips. Yes, she said silently, he could move. His Anya was tough girl, he thought proudly, before succumbing himself to his instinct and quickly setting a powerful rhythm that left his love a moaning, writhing mess beneath him. Each thrust drew a lustful sound from Anna's lips, her clutching and grappling at his neck and shoulders as the overwhelming heat and pleasure built from within her once again only this time more intense than the last. This feeling was compounded when he hit a certain spot deep within her, earning a keening wail as he pounded that one spot relentlessly. She met each of his movements with a roll of her hips, the sound of skin impacting and the small groans that Ivan let forth sending her higher into euphoria. Almost…

"Ah, I-Ivan! H-Harder!" she called out, Ivan only too happy to comply as he unleashed his full strength unto her. He was dangerously close, and by the way his Anya's screams and cries were escalating in pitch and volume, so was she.

"My Anya… my sunflower, come… come for me…" he all but begged as he gave a particularly harsh thrust. That was it. Anna came undone at his words and screamed his name towards the high heavens as she came for the second time that night. A sharp pain in her neck told her that he had lost himself within her as well, biting down on her neck as he rode out both of their orgasms until coming to a stop deep within her.

After an eternity of just clinging at each other, each loathe to end this moment of closeness between them despite panting and being covered in sweat, Ivan slowly pulled out and maneuvered the pair of them to lay underneath the covers. Anna quickly snuggled into his form, fitting herself perfectly so that she could hear his still frantically beating heart from within his chest. She felt Ivan place a gentle kiss on the top of her head, earning a pleased smile from her.

"That was amazing, Vanya…" she cooed softly, the heaviness of sleep weighing down her eyes as Ivan wrapped his arms possessively around her small form.

"We are one now, my sunflower. Always and forever." he replied sleepily. Anna just had the strength to nod happily.

"Da. I won't go anywhere, I promise you…" she vowed, but from the sound of his gentle breathing, he had already fallen into a contented sleep. Smiling happily, Anna followed him into a peaceful slumber.

Translation:

*- My love

**- Why?

***- I want to touch you, my love..

AN: Yeah... so, that was a thing.