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Alexandra looked over at the naked woman holding her in the bed. Nikita lay still and relaxed looking in her sleep, her lips still lightly curled from the way they had begun their evening in the motel bed. While it was not the safe house that they had been on their way to, it was deemed safe enough for the night when they drove slowly past it. It was a pit in the middle of a district where cameras only hid in convenience stores. No one else could afford them. A filthy motel in the middle of the city, Alex found herself back in memories of her life as a drug addicted Russian sex slave despite the company. Her brow creased. A wild craving snaked into her at the thought of the drugs that she would numb herself with when she lived that life. Closing her eyes, she forced back the desire to the further reaches of her mind. She curled up to sit on the edge of the bed.

Nikita, a light sleeper after years of paranoia and actual attempts on her life during her years with Division, felt the shift in the mattress and opened her eyes. Head turning, she found the source of disturbance nearby. Her fingertips reached out and traced the spine of her lover and her student. "You okay Alex?" she asked hoarse with a slight dehydration. She turned half over to reach for her bottle of water.

The younger woman stretched slowly, reaching for the ceiling, though not wanting to touch it as untended as the room had appeared when they came in. "I will be," she offered quietly. "I have to use the bathroom." She padded off toward the small bathroom without looking back. Nikita took her drink and looked at the closing door with concern and feeling uncertain whether to go in after her lover or not.

Alexandra turned on the light and tried to ignore the grey on every surface. She stared into the dirty mirror over the sink as if at a vaguely familiar stranger. Turning on the water, she waited for it to get warm before she brought handfuls to her face to clear away the dirty feelings of needing drugs to make things right. A piece of her felt loose and out of control. She swallowed down on her craving for numbness again. Alexandra raised her blue eyes to the mirror. Her head cocked as she caught sight of something behind the radiator reflected in the glass.

Kneeling on the little tile hexagons that formed the floor, she fished around behind the warm metal. She felt the edge of a baggie and with a finally successful attempt to hook fingers in it, pulled it free. A tiny drug rock. A glass pipe. A razor blade in a paper sheath. A lighter. Alex turned to slide her back to the wall beside the radiator and stared at her find, unwinding the rubber band that kept the battered baggie closed.. Hookers and druggies. She amended her ideas about the denizens of the filthy establishment. Her fingers trembled as she brushed fingers over the smoke darkened glass pipe. She could only imagine what would cause an addict to ditch even a little rock. She felt the craving roar like a dragon uncurling in her chest.

Alex stared at the door between her and Nikita and leaned her head back. She had a chance to make the world right again. These drugs would only give someone else control, a control she had been fighting for since Vlad came into her life. She needed to be strong. Closing her eyes, she heard again the sounds of dogs tearing her en-slaver to pieces. Her fingers pulled open the baggie. She withdrew the lighter and the blade and recoiled lightly at the pipe brushing against her skin.

Her breath was ragged as she lit the lighter under the now bare blade. She would give herself control. The blade was heated clean and she pressed it to her skin, first against a breast and then her leg. Alexandra chewed her lip as she played with the best place to lay a line of fire that would seal her claim on her own pain. She pressed the blade gently near the place that had already bled, the work of Division. A small cut just under the edge of the bandage and she smiled grimly as she pulled it back into place. She took a slow breath feeling more in charge of her destiny. A new sense of control. She hid everything again behind the radiator and turned on the shower.

Nikita slid in behind her, Her fingers drifted over Alex's skin. She frowned and leaned in. "Your arm is bleeding again," she observed.

"Just a little bit. Been a rough day." Alexandra turned and smiled. Her arms slid around Nikita's. Her lips caressed the older woman's. "Tomorrow, the safe house and training."

"Yes," Nikita confirmed. Her eyes closed as she felt feather light streams of water and feather light fingers trail over her skin. "Tomorrow," she whispered. She couldn't bear to think of training this woman to go up against a whole damned army of killers led by Percy and Amanda.

"I'm in charge til then." Alex smiled. She captured Nikita's wrists and pressed them back behind her. Her teeth slid over shower slippery skin.

Nikita's eyes opened. "Oh? How will you keep me in line until then?"

"I'll think of something." Alex's kisses moved from light to hungry, her nails scraping over Nikita's wet skin. "Bed now." she ordered.

Alexandra slowly drew the towel over her lover's body, Nikita's eyes a tangible touch over her own skin. She stood to kiss her again. Lightly twisting a nipple Alex pushed her slowly back toward the bed. "All mine til the sun comes up," she affirmed again.

"And after... even when I am training you," Nikita responded, a loving light in her eyes.

Smiling, Alexandra pushed her back into the bed and straddled her, explored her with warm lips. "Mine," she claimed.