AN: Music for this chapter (on repeat): Fever by Peggy Lee, Lady by Lenny Kravitz.
THIRTY-SIX
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"Yes, you're right, I guess. But, I would still rather have her growing up without so much pressure on her…to have some semblance of a normal childhood and life." Irina stroked Lena's cheek wistfully. 'Isn't that what every parent wants? It's what she wanted for Sydney, too.'
"Mom, let's face it. We will never be defined as people in the 'normal' category per other people's definitions, I don't see how that's going to change now." Sydney laughed, shaking Irina's foot with her hand, "What is normal anyway? Isn't 'normal' for you, what you make it? I mean, my life to me is 'normal'…it may not seem normal to other people, but its normal to me and vice versa. I don't know anything else. Lena won't know anything else but life as the daughter of the Russian Tsar. She won't ever know a life outside that fact. That will be her normal. The attention, the press, all of that, will be her normal and it will be 'ok,' because she will never no a life outside that." She smiled softly to her mother, seeing Irina was obviously very upset with this concept, this notion.
"But there is a very big difference in growing up the daughter of someone like myself, continuing to run things like I am now or growing up as the Tsarevicha under an Imperial Russia." Irina paused, her long fingers and hand palming the tiny head of her sleeping daughter in a protective manner, "And I would rather have her growing up under less pressure with the way I am doing things now."
"This is and has been a tremendous responsibility for you. One I don't envy at all," Katya picked up her sister's hand and kissed the back of it with a smile as she lay beside her. "A role you've accepted and taken on without whining or complaining and you are doing a fantastic job! Mama would be very proud you." She smiled up into Irina's dark eyes, "I understand your reasons perfectly, Rina, and whatever you decide, I'll be here to support you all the way."
"So will I." Sydney sat up and kissed Irina's cheek, before carefully wrapping her arms around her neck so she didn't squash Lena when she hugged their mother.
Irina kissed her temple with a smile as Sydney pulled back.
Sydney dropped a light kiss to Lena's head adding, "But I still think our 'remarkable baby' here, is destined for greatness. She just glows as does anyone who's around her. She's the perfect baby." She kissed her again, "She hardly every cries, never spits ups, sleeps like a champion and is pretty content in anyone's arms and the fact that she evokes emotions other then rage out of Kendall, whom I used to think ate babies for breakfast," She laughed making Irina smile, "I say is certainly something spectacular. Whether she grows up and becomes the next Tsar or becomes a teacher," She smiled at Irina, thinking about the other occupation her mother once held and was fantastic at, "We're all going to love her just the same and I'm sure she'll be happy either way." Irina grabbed Sydney's dimple grinned face with one hand and pulled her face in to kiss her quickly on the lips wearing a tremendous smile.
"I love you." She pulled back staring into her daughter's big brown eyes. "I wonder all the time how I got so lucky, so blessed in having you for my daughter, especially after the life I've led." Irina kept her hand against Sydney's cheek looking at her daughter's beautiful face, "Like the devil giving birth to two angels. I didn't think God would grant me such miracles…" She smiled shyly, "But I think he knew, you would salvage what was left of my soul. You, Sydney Ann, are the reason I changed who I used to be, my reason to start over new." Irina was speaking from her heart. She wanted to make sure Sydney knew, just how important she was in her life. "Lena may be my second chance, but you are my saving grace."
"Mom," Sydney said in the exact same way the day Irina had first told her that she loved, because her mother knew she wasn't coming back from Panama. She felt the tears welling in her eyes, hearing her mother's words.
Irina looked deeply into Sydney's pooling eyes and kept her hand on her chin, keeping her from turning away, knowing her daughter didn't think she deserved to hear this but she did and so much more.
"I don't deserve either of you."
"Yes, you do." Sydney smiled her famous dimpled smile that melted Irina's heart. "And you're not evil and certainly not the devil." She laughed making Irina and Katya laugh as well. Sydney remembered a time when she had thought otherwise, even calling her mother such when talking about Sloane. That 'if the devil herself wanted to help bring him down, then that was fine by her.' Of course she never really 'believed' her mother to be that evil, she just wanted to because it was easier to take away the pain of betrayals from someone who was evil then, from someone who loved you.
"Right. Not a bad person. Just sometimes I do bad things." Irina shook her head, laughing at the honesty in that statement.
"And I'm no angel." Sydney waggled her eyebrows, thinking about all the things that she'd done.
"You are to me." Irina smiled speaking in her warm motherly voice and Sydney sighed with happiness.
"I've been meaning to ask you about 'toaster fire' that led to us staying at the Summit, and me getting sundaes every night for a week." Sydney said with a mischievous curious grin.
"Toaster fire?" Katya narrowed her eyebrows in confusion having never heard such story, but then again if it had to do with Irina's life before their reconciliation. She still had a lot to learn about.
Irina felt like a deer in headlights and that slight moment of panic, hesitation confirmed for Sydney there was something more to that story they hadn't talked about on that train.
"When Sydney was four years old, Jack came home from work late one night and we'd started drinking some kind of crazy Indian rum he brought home," She replied smoothly, tucking her hair behind her ear as if it were no big deal, "He was hungry and tried to make toast in our broken toaster. We forgot about it and started a small fire. There was so much smoke we had to move out of our house for a week." Her eyes and posture, the tone of her voice acting as if she were just telling a story about a trip to the store. She realized her mistake of 'too little enthusiasm' when she saw the gleam in Sydney's eyes and her smile growing.
"When we got home from India, I went over that story, that moment on the train with you and Dad and analyzed it, can't help it, job hazard and the fact I was so excited to have a partial memory back from before the Project Christmas crap of our life together." She shrugged and continued on smiling madly,"Especially after seeing Dad actually smile talking about this story, both of you actually, over this event from our past, and at each other for the first time in twenty-one years." Sydney smiled brightly, knowing she had her mother now as Irina bit her lip, something she did when she was unsure she was going to say, "I got to thinking about the sundaes, and how excited I was then to get those sundaes every single night for a week. But then I realized, I was only four years old. 'What parent lets there kid have sundaes every night of the week unless they felt guilty about something?" She saw Irina twitch and put her hair behind the other ear. 'Yep, definitely guilt.' She thought to herself with a smile that grew. "So I started really thinking about that week and the events surrounding it. Trying to remember just what happened that would make you two feel guilty enough that you'd let me eat that much ice cream. It wasn't guilt over having to move out from the fire because that really wasn't anything to feel guilty over." Sydney cocked her head to the side, studiously analyzing her mother's behavior. Her mother was a master; that she would give her but with her previous analyzing of the situation, she already knew the guilt. "And then I remembered." She said and Irina bit hard on her lip."Dad had been gone on some trip somewhere and I had made him a painting of Cookie Monster, our little conversation about Cookie Monster when we were in Moscow helped me remember this detail," She offered as a factual statement before continuing and Irina wanted to kick herself for her part in helping to retrieve the fact, "I was so excited to give him that Cookie Monster painting when I woke up in the morning I left it on the table to give to him at breakfast. But obviously, I was awoken in the middle of the night when the fire department came and we went to the hotel. I asked what happened to my Cookie Monster painting for Daddy and he told me that he took it to work with him. Looking back now, I can still see his face when he told me that…he had that twitch in his eyebrow that I know now, happens when he isn't tell me the whole truth about something. So my question, Mom, is what really happened to my painting?"
Katya didn't need the answer to the question; she already knew and was trying to hold in her laugh by biting her lip as hard as she saw Irina doing. This was a memory that had made both of them smile, Jack had been away on a trip, they'd been drinking rum, they forgot about the toast, Sydney's painting had disappeared that was on the kitchen table, her parents felt so guilty about something they let her eat ice cream for a week. It wasn't hard to piece together with all these little facts and she wasn't even a spy! Her only thought now was, 'Had Sydney really put it together and was making her mother sweat intentionally? Wanting her to admit it? Or had she missed the entire boat of the story, concentrating so much on the fact she'd realized they'd lied about the painting going to work with Daddy, instead of what could have possibly happened to it that they would lie?'
"Sydney," Irina said after a long moment of silence, "Your father had been gone to India for more then a month. We were in our mid-twenties. We got drunk on rum in the kitchen," She was saying all these details slowly, hoping Sydney would pick up on it and stop her but she didn't. She really had missed the 'point bus.' "Where your painting was on the table." 'No still wasn't getting it, some spy she was!'
"Yes, we've gone over those details. So, what happened to my painting?" Sydney asked impatiently with a curious smile.
"Sydney, the answer to that question lies in the category of, 'stop giving me mental pictures,' along with 'how' your father actually planted the passive tracker." Irina finally cracked out a smile with her deviant eyes and Sydney's eyes went wide.
'Yep. It was the latter.' Katya burst out laughing. 'Sydney had missed the boat.'
Sydney's brain raced through the details of the story she'd just given and then the way her mother had recanted them slowly to her.
"Oh God! You guys did it on the kitchen table on top of my Cookie Monster painting!" She yelled in horror then fell backwards onto the bed, covering her eyes trying to shake the mental image and Irina and Katya died with another round of laughter. Finally, Sydney sat up smiling, blushing crimson red, but smiling, "No wonder that memory made you both smile! You naughty parents you!" She mock scolded Irina and another round of laughter rang through the bedroom as Sydney laughed too. "No wonder you felt guilty! I thought you guys spilled rum on it or something not…" She shook her head again of the mental image as her mother and aunt laughed more, "Shame. Shame." She shook her head like she was disgusted all the while trying to hold back her smile.
"Your father and I actually talked about this the other night and how happy we were that day in the train, that you just 'zoomed' by the details and went straight to the ice cream." Irina smiled, as her body shook with laughter. "It was some night. If you weren't my daughter I'd tell you the details."
"Well, I'm not your daughter, tell me the details!" Katya poked Irina with her finger. "If the tracker story is as hot as it is when you're middle-aged, I can only imagine the details of this rendezvous when you were in your mid-twenties! Details, details, details!" She bounced on the bed like a playful puppy with glee.
"Not while Sydney is here! Are you crazy?" Irina looked at Katya then to Sydney who was once again stunned and blinded by the mental images those thoughts invoked. "She would like to keep believing that her father and I only had sex twice and that we didn't enjoy, kept our eyes closed the entire time and never spoke of it again!" She laughed until her body was shaking, Katya had died beside her; gasping for breath as she had tears in her eyes, and Sydney had flopped backwards onto the bed again covering her eyes in horror even though her smile beneath it said otherwise.
"Now why do I find that hard to believe that coming from 'Miss out of control crazy sex in shower almost shattering the glass!" Katya finally gasped out between bouts of laughter, remembering Sydney's Thanksgiving declaration.
Irina swatted Katya in the arm even as her body shook with held in laughter and Sydney flushed bright red under her hand covering her eyes before she finally burst into the deep giggling laugh, remembering that moment.
"Yeah, that's what I thought, Sydney. Where do you think you get that from?" Katya laughed hysterically again as Irina kept swatting her to stop even though she was dying with laughter as well.
"Oh, I know where I get it from and for that I am thankful." Sydney kept talking and giggling from beneath the shelter of her hand covering her eyes. "I just don't want to think about it. More over, my dad on the other end. That's the part that bothers me!" Her smile covered her face as she heard Katya squeal with another hysterical fit of laughter and her mother's deep giggling. The entire bed was shaking from their efforts.
"So tell us, Sydney, did you break in that sexy little black number you bought that day in Beverly Hills last night?" Katya asked propping herself up on her elbow again as Irina shot her a death glare laced with humor, quite enjoying this conversation and only wishing Sophia was here with them; though she was probably having plenty of fun with that Eric.
Sydney covered her eyes again and couldn't stop the giggles or the fact that she was burning bright red.
"Ah ha! You did! Look at her blush, Irina! Your daughter is blushing!" Katya slapped Sydney's leg laughing, "Derevko women never blush about that! We are women hear us roar! Be proud, be loud! That's what I always say!"
"That's an American term. Where on Earth did you pick that up from?" Irina asked between laughs.
"I'm knowledgeable about all things sexual, Rina. All around the world!" Katya looked up at her with those seductive eyes waggling her eyebrows and sending both Irina and Sydney into bouts of laughter.
"So come on, Sydney. Details, details." Katya poked her with her finger, "You weren't shy about giving them away at Thanksgiving; I can't wait to hear how you celebrated Christmas." Her smiled was deviant and this time Irina covered her eyes as she laughed. "No?" She asked a few seconds later, in a high voice of sarcasm when Sydney remained silent lying on the bed. "Perhaps your mother can go first then, telling us of her adventures with Jack in that sexy little red thing she picked up. Come on Mrs. Claus, spill your guts. I can see it your eyes you've been a naughty girl this Holiday season." Katya poked Irina again.
"Oh God!" Sydney bolted straight up in bed, eyes wide and looking at her mother. "Mrs. Claus! Dad called you Mrs. Claus last night! Arrrgh!" She screamed with realization, slapping her hand back over her eyes and falling back over in bed as Katya and Irina died with laughter. "I'm never going to look at Santa or the innocence of Christmas again!" Sydney added, making them laugh harder as she giggled beneath her hand. As momentarily horrifying as it was to hear these things, it was just that, momentarily horrifying and then funny. As long as she didn't know all the details. "Wait a minute!" She bolted upright again, "It hasn't been six weeks yet?"
"That's why I said she's been a naughty girl this Holiday season." Katya laughed again with her devilish eyes and Irina blushed, something neither, her sister or daughter ever thought they'd see, and Sydney flopped back onto the bed. "I knew you weren't going to make it the whole six weeks, not with your crafty little minds." She kept laughing and had to hold her sides they began to hurt. "I want the details to that story as well."
"You two went for twenty-one years and now you can't even wait six weeks?!" Sydney gasped beneath her hidden space of darkness, covering her eyes.
"Precisely the point, My Sweet Child." Irina finally smiled, leaning over to kiss Sydney's cheek as she covered her eyes, with a smile.
"Ok, I guess. I can understand that." Syd finally spoke after a minute of thinking, her eyes still covered but with a big smile, "Because if I'm gone on a mission and without Vaughn for awhile, I practically attack him when I walk in the door." She broke into an enormous grin, rolling quickly to her side and uncovering her own, dark little deviant eyes and sending Irina's eyebrows straight up before she smiled and giggled with Sydney, and Katya felt like she was finally cracking Sydney's shell.
"See! I knew you weren't the little missionary-prude you claimed to be, not with 'your' mother." Katya poked Sydney and laughed hysterically at her sister and niece. "Otherwise known as, the Kinky-Sex-Goddess! The KSG of the KGB! Rwarrr!" She growled like a tiger, and pawed at Irina who was looking absolutely horrified behind her grin as she pinched the bridge of her nose, reminding herself to 'beat Katya over the head with a big stick' later.
"See. This is why little sisters can be so annoying." Irina spoke with her eyes closed, still pinching the skin between her eyes.
"The KSG of the KGB?" Sydney looked at her mother like her eyes were going to pop out of her head. Wanting to scream, 'Well, what the hell does that mean?' Did that mean her mother slept around and made a name for herself or what?
Irina knew what Sydney was thinking and better run damage control so she sighed and braved her daughter with a smile.
"It was something they started calling me, the officers at the KGB, while I was living in the US…they believed that in order for me to have stayed with your father as long as I did, keep him from straying. I had to keep him 'very' entertained. They're men and their minds wander, usually to their penis and 'that's how I got the name." She shrugged with a smile.
"True." Katya nodded smiling at Sydney, "But its also very accurate even if it was thought up by horny males with too many wandering thoughts. The Kinky-Sex-Goddess part, not the part she 'had to be that way' to keep your father from straying or entertained enough to stay with her that long if, she was 'only' on assignment. Which she wasn't obviously as she fell in love with the man and he her and 'that's' why they were able to stay together and so happy for so long. Whew!" Katya smiled blowing out air after her rapid explanation and collapsed back into the pillows.
"Yes. Because I was in love with you father." Irina smiled warmly at Sydney.
"Hey, Sleepy Head." Jack dropped a soft kiss to Irina's temple as she lay on their bed, her hands folded beneath her cheek. His palm caressing her smooth dark waves as she woke with a smile, "You must have been pretty tired after all this excitement. You've been asleep for the last five hours."
"Five hours!" Irina groaned as she rolled over, covering her eyes with her forearm. "I slept the day away."
"You needed to." He smiled at how cute Irina Derevko could be when she was waking up, something he doubted few would ever believe. "Alexsei said that just because you're feeling better doesn't mean your body doesn't still need to rest."
"I know. I know. You're sounding like a broken record or in today's era, a scratched CD." She smiled even though her eyes were still covered and Jack leaned over capturing her lips with his. Jack's mouth tasted of chocolate and mint and Irina brought her arm around to run through the back of his hair.
"You taste pretty good." She smiled seductively, going in for another kiss, Laughing when she felt Jack's own laugh vibrating against her lips. "What have you been eating?" She looked into his smiling eyes as his face remained, hovering centimeters above hers. "Those mint Hershey kisses in the bowl in the bathroom?"
"Guilty." He smiled and laughed, sitting up and pulling her with him. "I think I may have found an new addiction."
Irina shot him a mock glare as her dark eyes locked onto his, "Hmmm, I don't know how I feel about being replaced by chocolate kisses…maybe there is a way, we can combine the two…" She whispered huskily into his ear, her warm breath tickling Jack's face.
"I think that's why you're a genius." He answered with his own shaky breath at what she was doing to him.
She crawled onto his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed, straddling him with her knees on either side of his hips, getting as close as possible. Her heated gaze never leaving his eyes as she lowered herself onto his legs with her arms around his neck.
"Now what are you getting me into 'Trouble?" He ran his strong hands up her back pulling her closer to his chest.
"Trouble?" Irina cocked her eyebrow at him with her famous smile.
"Yes, its your middle name." Jack answered flatly, trying not to smile.
"Hmm. Interesting." Irina was enjoying this moment, feeling better and having missed him over the last few days.
"Yes. It is…just like everything else about you." He turned his head slightly and leaned in brushing the hair off her neck, placing a hot kiss just in the indention between her neck and collarbone.
"Mmm. You taste pretty good yourself." He whispered huskily against her skin as his kisses found their way making a slow path up her neck; Irina tilting her head to give him better access.
"How much time do we have?" Irina moaned softly when he drew his hot tongue lazily across her throbbing pulse.
They were all going out to dinner and had reservations at one of Katya and Irina's favorite restaurants.
"Forty-three minutes." He hissed into her ear feeling himself growing hard with anticipation. "But I still have to shower."
"We can save time." She gasped, closing her eyes as how wonderful his hot mouth felt on her aching flesh. "By showering together."
Jack new that was no way of saving time, especially with the two of them but he didn't care.
"Sounds good." He breathed heavily against her neck as she lulled her head to the other side, giving him access so it had equal attention. His hands slid down the soft sweater she was wearing to cover her ass and then slid them under, lifting her off his legs and against him as he stood. Irina wrapped her legs around his waste as he carried her to the bathroom, his mouth continuing its assault on her flesh.
"Where's the baby?" She asked running her hands through his hair, dragging her fingernails against his scalp as he licked and nipped across her throat.
"Downstairs with everyone else." He set her down on the edge of the bathroom counter and his hands found a way under the sides of her sweater, her skin hot to the touch. "She's happy, fed and sleeping." His mouth moved along the underside of her jaw towards her lips. "Taken care of and in capable hands." He smiled before covering her luscious lips with his own.
His tongue sweeping across the inside of the sweltering cavern, flicking the tip of her tongue with his own, sucking and plunging as his hands worked their way up the smooth skin on her back.
Irina's hands grabbed at the base of his shirt pulling them up and out of his pants. She knew this was going to have to be somewhat quick in the time they had and her desperation for Jack was growing in their needing kiss.
*Fever*
"Too many clothes." Jack pulled her sweater over her head and then his own, crashing their scorching torsos together in a frenzy as his hot mouth seized hers once more, his hands tangling in her wild mane as Irina worked to undo the button of his pants.
The feel of her knuckles against his abdomen making Jack suck in a breath as his cock surged with the touch. Slowly Irina lowered the zipper and looped her fingers into the pockets, pushing his jeans over his hips and down to his knees.
His dick already standing at attention inside the confines of his cotton boxers, and her fingers lightly grazed him through the material from the base up the length of his shaft and smiled when she heard a soft moan.
Her fingers slipping inside the elastic band trailing her fingers over the smooth skin and felt Jack's muscles clench beneath his skin. Jack's hands slid around her firm stomach to her lower back and then up, tracing the length of her spine until he reached the clasp of her bra and with a quick flick, unsnapped the confining material. Dragging the tips of his fingers around her rib cage to caress the undersides of her breasts.
Irina forced Jack's boxers down and freed his throbbing cock. Her hot fingers greedy to touch his length she grabbed his shaft with one hand and his ass with the other, pulling on both slowly in her direction. Her grip on his dick maddening and Jack jerked toward her eagerly as his thumbs traced slow circles around her nipples, flicking the hard peaks as her bra fell down the length of her arms. Irina maintained her grip around the width of his cock as she placed a hot open mouth kiss directly between Jack's pecks, swirling her tongue in circles over the heated flesh as her thumb caressed the head of his penis the same way.
Jack groaned against her touch and grabbed the strap of the bra and tugged, forcing Irina to let go momentarily to free herself from it. Her strong hands grabbed his hips and pushed him back slightly, her intent clear. Jack held her steady on top of the counter as she was bent over by keeping his hands on her shoulders. He moaned loudly feeling the first contact of her scorching tongue against the head of his cock as she teased it, swirling and then slid his length deeper into her mouth, closing her lips around him and sucking with just enough pressure to make Jack jerk into her slightly, fighting the urge to thrust into Irina's mouth.
"Ohhhhhhh…." He moaned again, her tongue ecstasy for his body. His ass clenched as she took him deeper into her throat and then pulled slowly away while increasing pressure. One of her hands had moved to cup his balls and teased the base of his cock with pressure from her thumb as her mouth and tongue continued to assault his manhood. He threw his head back, gasping for breath and gripped her skin fighting everything in him not to move his hips and thrust with her perfect timing. He turned his head and his gaze landed on the image of them in the massive mirror behind Irina. The sight of her strong muscular back with perfect curves, her long hair falling off of one shoulder and bent over in front of Jack as she sucked and nipped his cock turned him to granite. "Oh…my…God…Irina!" He moaned in pleasure and he didn't know how much longer he was going to be able to hold out against her forces and he didn't want to come just yet. He pushed back on her shoulders bringing her head up off of his and the cool air hitting his cock instantly sent shivers up his spine as it left the hot depths of her mouth. His hands slid down the front of her body finding the waistband of her pants and undoing them quickly.
"You still have too many clothes on." He smiled, capturing her lips and plunging his tongue into her warmth.
His hands gripped the edges of her pants and underwear and he pulled them down and under Irina's ass in one quick jerk, shimming them over her thighs and knees and with a little kick from Irina, they dropped to the floor. "Better." He stepped back to look at her with a smile, taking in her incredibly beautiful form. Jack reached his hand out to her and Irina slid off the counter, pressing herself into him as his arms encircled her body.
Irina's nipples pressing and scraping against his chest as she sucked his tongue into surrender, her hands grasping his ass and squeezing forcefully. Her mouth trailed its sizzling tongue over his chin and along his strong jaw-line and Jack's breath hitched when her tongue lapped at the sensitive spot at the base of his throat. His eyes watching them in the mirror, her beautiful hair falling over her strong back, her beautiful firm ass…everything about her was perfect.
"You're perfect." He breathed into her hair, nuzzling her soft cascades and taking in the scent of her shampoo. He wanted her to be able to see them as well, having not made love in front of a mirror in decades, the thought now, sent an erotic surge through him as he turned her in his arms; taking her hands in his and pressing them against the edge of the counter. Irina knew what he wanted and her heavy eyes met his in the reflection with a smile, highly turned on with the thought herself, she pressed her ass into his groin.
His hands reached under her to cup her breasts, dragging his hands over her abs and into the crux between her thighs. She spread her feet apart further and gasped when his fingers stroked into her drenched folds, flicking her engorged clit with measured speed. She pushed back from the counter further into him.
"Jack…inside me…please." Her searing gaze finding his eyes in the mirror and Jack bent over, kissing her shoulder.
He grabbed his cock and forced it down to run between her legs and Irina tilted her hips down giving him better access to her core. Holding herself up with one hand, she reached between her legs guiding the tip of his penis between her slippery folds, aligning him with her entrance. Her eyes met Jack's in the mirror as he placed his hands on her hips again. With a soft nod, Jack thrust deep inside Irina's core, her tight walls constricting around his member and Irina's mouth dropped open, gasping for breath.
Jack's senses were overloaded by hearing, seeing and feeling Irina's reactions as he slowly pulled out and drove hard into her again, gripping her hips almost painfully with each move. Irina felt a small tremble going through her body as she watched their forms in the mirror, with Jack behind her as she bent over, pounding into her.
His pace became frenzied and Irina panted trying to catch her breath as her muscles clenched and released him with the same speed. Her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge of the counter. She felt her orgasm building inside her as the swirling sensation surrounding her core began vibrating and humming through her entire body to her toes. She bit her lip and let her head hang down, her hair flopping over the front of her as she mewed and moaned.
Jack suddenly began slowing his pace pulling her back from the brink and Irina groaned loudly.
Steadying himself against her as he continued driving into her, he reached under their bodies and pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers and he could feel and hear Irina's hot gasps from the duel assault as her head hung between her arms.
She let go of the counter with one hand again and reached between her own legs to stroke herself and Jack's lust surged watching them in the mirror. He wanted to be inside this woman as far and as deep as humanly possible.
The more Irina bent over the further inside her he could reach. The hand assaulting her nipple came around to her back and Jack pressed lightly down between her shoulder blades.
"I…want to be deeper…inside." He groaned out and she complied. The friction of his cock against her core sending electricity through both of them at the new angle, both moaning loudly.
Irina's arms began to tremble as Jack pounded into her with increased speed again, the blood rushing to her head and her long hair kissing the floor as it flopped over her head.
"Ahhh…" Irina inhaled sharply as the first trembling inside her began signaling she was on the edge and about to go over. His depth so deep it was border-line painful and felt like ecstasy inside. Jack felt the vibrations of her muscles against his cock and wanted to see her face in the mirror as she came with him behind her.
"Irina…" He moaned, getting her attention and she raised her torso up and finally her head, flipping her hair back and whipping Jack with it. The flex and tone of her arms burned as she held herself upright, watching Jack's face and her own as she tap danced on the edge of the cliff. Jack's ass and thighs burned with his frenzied pace, moving faster inside her then he'd ever thought before.
"Ahhh…ahhh… ahhh…" Irina began to chant in a high pitch in time with her breathing as she spun inside.
The sight and sound of her sent Jack flying over the edge with a strangled cry before he knew what was happening and his body rocked against her, a lightening bolt shooting straight through him from the tips of his toes and out his head.
Determined to see her own explosion, he kept driving as hard as he could into Irina, riding out his high and knowing she was close. Irina felt Jack explode within her depths, her muscles pulsating against his and her face contorted and she screamed loudly as the nirvana ripped through her body and every muscle in her body screamed in pain and pleasure.
Jack had thought she never looked more beautiful and continued his exhausting pace, until her last waves had passed, mesmerized by watching her response in the mirror.
Seeing she was about to collapse from their efforts he wrapped one arm beneath her torso and pulled her up against his chest, both of them stumbling back into the wall, using it for support as their breathing slowed and returned to normal.
Jack keeping his arm across her chest, still inside her warm center as his cock continued to melt against her quiver, he rested his cheek against Irina's head; their eyes locked onto one another in the mirror.
"Wow." Irina summed up what they were both thinking and Jack laughed, kissing her hair and sending vibrations through her body. Her brilliant smile lit her sated face as she brought her hands up to grip his forearm across her chest. "We never made it into the shower." She spoke softly in her deep husky voice, clips of her accent accentuating the words before she started laughing with him.
"Next time." Jack's chest continued to rise and fall heavily as her weight rested fully against him.
"I think I like this bathroom may be my new favorite room in the palace." He smiled laughing while they continued to talk to the mirror and their reflections.
"But there are so many other rooms to try…" She turned her head and kissed his bicep resting near her face,
"I think it's only fair if we try out every room, then make that decision." She waggled her eyebrows and he pulled her tighter to him.
"Good plan. Must take every room into account for proper consideration." He spoke in his serious business tone and Irina laughed again. "Ooh, I like that." He cooed surprisingly when her vibrating laugh reached his member still inside her.
"Like what?" Irina arched her eyebrow with her seductive grin firmly in place, bedroom eyes calling to him again.
"The vibrations you create when you laugh feel…good." He reached snaked his other hand up her body with a deviant grin as she watched him in the mirror. He held her forcefully against him, pinning her body to his before he started tickling her and making her squeal with laughter. "Oh…yeah…I love that." He felt himself growing hard inside her again.
"Jack!" She screamed against his assault as her whole body shook with laughter. He was the only man besides Mikhail, who knew how insanely ticklish she was. "Stop!" She shouted in both Russian and English, in between her giggles. "Please?"
"Irina Derevko begging me to stop tickling her? If the world only knew." He smiled, pressing his forehead against her temple as she continued to laugh at his tickling. Her laughter vibrating through his cock and out to his entire body.
Irina felt him getting hard inside her again with her giggles and she continued to beg for mercy.
"Jack! Jack! Jack!" She chanted out quickly, "You have to stop! I need to eat something sugary before we start again! Please!"
"Ok! Ok, I'll stop for now with that one consideration." He stopped tickling her and wrapped his other arm around her abdomen, pulling her to him again. He kissed her hair and smiled at them in the mirror. "I can't believe I was with you for eleven years and never tickled you while I was inside you. Damn that feels good." He wiggled his hips rubbing himself against her ass.
"No, you were always tickling me before and after but never during." She smiled, giggling some more.
"Ooh." Jack shivered against her feeling the vibrations from her again. "Yes, what the hell was I thinking back then?"
"I need a kiss." Irina smiled at his reflection and Jack turned her face back to his, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss. "Mmm. As much as I enjoyed that; that was not the kiss I meant." She grinned madly at him and then turned to look at the crystal bowl of Hershey's kisses on the counter next to the box of Kleenex. "I need some sugar, so you'll have to let me go."
Jack groaned and stuck out his bottom lip like he was pouting.
"Jack Bristow is pouting! Quick! Where's the camera!" She laughed before kissing the lip that was hanging so low.
"I don't want to let you go, I rather like where I am inside you." He raised his eyebrows with a smile. Her warmth and tightness enveloping him like a security blanket.
"I am rather found of your residence inside me as well, but if I don't eat something with sugar in it soon, we'll have a repeat of the 'blight." She raised her own eyebrows using her teacher tone that Jack loved. "I promise you can 'come home again,' as soon as I've had some chocolate." She whispered in her sexy voice.
"Alright." He sighed, kissed her again and released his hold.
Irina slipped off and away from him, leaving him standing there with the same pouting look and a full hard on.
"Jack don't pout, it doesn't become you." She smiled looking at his reflection in the mirror, trying not to laugh, as he stood there, aroused with a pouting lip when she walked away. She unwrapped her chocolate reviver and ate it slowly and with languid licks, teasing him as he watched her. "Shit!" She swore suddenly, turning to face the clock.
"We only have fifteen minutes!" She flung open the glass shower door and turned on the steamy water. "We don't have time." She turned back to him apologetically and laughed seeing his wide eyes and rock hard cock.
"Well something has to be done about this!" He grabbed himself with one fist. "I can't exactly go downstairs like this! So either I have to stand here and whack-off watching you while you're in the shower or you can help me out with a mutual beneficial quickie." He stroked himself slowly with short movements as Irina's eyes danced with her smile roaming his body.
"I suppose I can help you with that problem. Don't want a good hard-on to go to waste." She smiled seductively and stepped into the spray; the water glistening off her body from the light as she allowed it to soak her body and hair. Irina reached her hand out to him and he clasped her fingers gently stepping towards her into the big shower. Their mouths met in a crash of hot dueling tongues. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around behind his ass and used her strength to pull him closer until his cock was firmly resting against her hot, wet core. The contact making them moan against one another's mouths.
Jack slid his hands down her sides pressing into her skin as he went and dug them into her ass, lifting her up and backing them into the wall of the shower.
He reached between teasing the head of his cock against her dripping entrance before pushing achingly slow into her tight center, stealing Irina's breath.
"Jack…ahhh!" She squealed with pleasure, "We are…in a hurry."
When he was fully inside her, he stopped completely.
"Jack!" She swatted him on the shoulder trying to speed him up.
"Oh, but this feels so good." He rested his forehead against the cool tile beside her head as the hot water poured over them.
Seeing a need for immediate action as Jack was in capable, she pushed hard against his chest, unwrapping her legs from around him until her toes touched the shower floor.
"On the floor. On your back. Now!" She commanded with her stern eyes and cocked eyebrow and Jack immediately fell into step, incredibly turned on by her commands.
He sat down on the cold tiles as the hot water swirled around them and Irina pushed his chest until he was lying down completely on the floor of the shower. As soon as he was all the way down, she stepped over him and lowered herself over his groin until she was sitting on her knees directly over his engorged cock.
*Lady*
"Hands!" Irina commanded and Jack bent his arms at the elbows, lacing his fingers with hers as he helped support her when she leaned forward in their slippery environment, mesmerized by how forceful she was being in her take-charge command. As if performing a swift military combat procedure in this mission, she rocked her hips, tilted them at just the right angle and impounded herself on his dick, taking his full length inside her immediately causing them both to shudder and groan. She rocked her hips and shifted again so they were creating the perfect friction and pressed against his hands, lifting off of him slightly and then driving him into her again as she found her rhythm. Fast and furious she rode him and Jack was moaning and gasping for breath at the hot friction between her tight pussy and his engorged cock.
The sight of Irina drenched in water, her wet hair slicked down her back and over her shoulder, the water spraying her from behind and mist surrounding her made Jack mad with desire. Her breasts heaved and bounced along with her every thrust, their knuckles white with the tense grip as her black eyes bore into his.
"Goddamn, you're beautiful!" He gasped, feeling like he was going to hyperventilate, unable to catch his breath with her expeditious pace.
Irina's thighs burned with rage as she drove them both to the brink, pressing Jack's hands back further and further towards the floor in her maddening velocity.
"Oh, God Irina! You're going to kill me!" Jack he cried out, thinking for sure she'd ride him to his death and kill him with rapture. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He chanted in his cries.
Irina dug her fingernails into the backs of his hands as she tensed and screamed with pleasure when her orgasm hit, the sound echoing off the walls, throwing her head back, whipping water with it. Her eyes screwed shut watching the stars while her body convulsed, continuing to ride out her surge of paradise until she felt Jack tense beneath her, thrust painfully deep into her with a strangled cry of elation when his groin exploded so intensely he was certain he'd blown a nut with the pure power behind it. His muscles burned from head to toe as Irina continued her maddening pace against him until the last waves of his orgasm were gone and he was sure he was going to die.
Irina finally collapsed against him, her wet hair stuck to his chest as she struggled with her erratic thighs, ass and abs were on fire from her efforts to bring them both to climax as quickly as possible, succeeding at record breaking pace. Remembering the reason 'why' they were so frenzied she placed her palms against Jack's pecks and lifted herself off of him and forced her legs to stand. She had to place her hand against the shower wall for support until she was certain her legs wouldn't give out under her. When she was sure, she backed under the spray again, grabbing a bottle of shampoo and went to work lathering up her hair on another mission…
"I think I'm going to die." Jack couldn't move as he watched her standing over his naked form on the bottom of the shower while she washed her hair. His chest rising and falling rapidly in a dazed state of ecstasy he was certain would kill him. "I can't move." He moaned as he tried to move and realized he'd strained every muscle in his body when his orgasm ripped through him, so he just lay there content to look up at her naked form hovering above him, lathered up with soapy suds. "God, I love you. You're going to kill me, but God, I love you!" He gasped flopping one hand onto his chest, the only movement he could manage.
Irina smiled to herself under the spray of the hot water; happy she had such an effect on him.
"I love you too, Honey, but we were supposed to be downstairs by now. Get up!" She offered him her hand with a smile.
"I can't move." He tried to grab her hand and failed, exhausted, "Tell them we were on a mission and I died."
"Jack…" She whined at him holding in her giggle with arm extended, waiting.
"What? Its not lying to them. You were on a mission to rid me of my boner as fast as possible and you inadvertently killed me in the process."
"Jack…" Irina said again, this time a laugh breaking out and shaking her body.
"Not that I'm complaining because. Wow, My Love, that was mind blowing. I think, I might have blown a nut." He moved his hand down to cover his crotch and felt his balls to make sure they were still in tack as Irina laughed her deep laugh above him, unable to keep it in with his humorous state.
"Ok, come on, seriously. Get up!" She leaned over slightly and grabbed his hand pulling hard and Jack contorted his face and whined the whole way up in pain. She turned him around so that his back was against the scalding spray and flipped the showerhead to massage. "That should help those tense muscles." She leaned in and kissed him soundly, rubbing her slick wet body against him. She grabbed her mesh sponge and lathered him up with soap, washing him like he had done for her when she was sick; all the while wearing a smile at how cute he looked in sex agony.
"Thank you." He smiled softy at her as she stood in front of him lathering up his head in shampoo.
"You help me I help you." She smiled brightly and kissed him again quickly. Having washed his entire body at the same break neck pace.
"Oh yeah, you helped me alright." He snickered when she pushed him under the spray again.
When he was rinsed she turned off the water and pushed him out the door. Grabbing a big fluffy red towel for herself and one for Jack. She threw it back at him and hit him in the face with her coy smile before wrapping her own around her body without drying at all. Irina hardly waited for Jack to have the towel wrapped around him before throwing open the door and charging into their bedroom.
Standing frozen next to Lena's bassinet were a slack-jawed Weiss and bemused Sophia holding the baby to her chest.
They'd come up to get Lena's pacifier and stopped frozen when they heard the first scream of, 'Oh God Irina…You're going to kill me!' coming from the bathroom. They both looked at each other and their heads snapped back to the door hearing Jack's chants of 'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' then Irina's Earth shattering scream and his strangled cry of ecstasy while the shower was running. Neither, Sophia or Weiss were able to move when they realized just what was taking Jack and Irina so long to get ready. By the sounds of their screams, some wild, extremely tense and out of control action was going on in there.
'Apparently, Irina Derevko was lethal in many ways…' Weiss tried to swallow but couldn't tear his eyes off her.
Irina was surprised to see them standing there, and gauged from their reactions and the looks on their faces they'd 'heard' exactly what was going on in that steamy bathroom.
Seeing Weiss' eyes bugging out of his head staring at her drenched body in nothing but a towel, and Sophia biting her lip trying not to smile Irina turned the tables on them and flashed a brilliant smile.
Brought her finger to her lips and whispered, "Shhh," softly; then winked and waved her hand ushering them out the door before Jack saw them when he came out of the bathroom.
When Weiss stood unable to move, mouth still open, Irina closed the distance fast and grabbed his arm, clutching her towel with the other and pulled him out of his state of shock and pushed him out the door where Sophia was already in the hall giggling.
Jack emerged from the bathroom just as Irina was closing the door.
"Oh God, we left the door open?!" His eyebrows shot up, realizing he hadn't closed it behind him when he went to wake Irina.
"It's fine, Jack. Everyone is downstairs." Irina replied smoothly, with her oozing charm and smile as she walked towards her closet and dropped the towel. "We've already missed our reservation time."
"Somehow I think that with your status it shouldn't be too difficult to get a table." Jack looked at her mockingly with a crooked grin. "My beautiful Empress."