chpll1525: Rachel will find out about her father sooner rather than later. It is coming. ;)
The door slammed behind her. In all of their time together, Rachel figured she had never witnessed Alexandra's rage for such a prolonged duration. It was a nightly routine now, kicking her out after sex, slamming the door, and not so much as a goodnight.
"Bitch," she gritted as she walked into her new bedroom, throwing herself down on the plush queen-sized bed. She gazed around the room before she sprung to her feet looking for something to sleep in. Alex did always have good taste, she thought, as she changed into her white lace-trim slip and crawled into bed. She sighed as she laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling and letting her mind deconstruct the day's events.
Rachel felt strangely at peace in her new room, despite knowing where she stood with Alexandra. The soft blue walls seemed to calm her even with a burning sexual frustration that often left her tossing and turning. The room was now her safe haven for the duration of the operation for Team Nikita. The only place she could hide from everything when she needed a reprieve. Part of her was glad that she had her own space away from the fiery rage that seemed without end.
She fell asleep frustrated, awakened only by the feeling of fingers sliding over her leg and up her naked inner thigh. The darkness of the room made it impossible to see anything but a silhouette moving itself over her body. She turned to look at the clock and back at the figure that now straddled her. Four in the morning? The intoxicating scent that was all things Alexandra Udinov perfumed the the air of her bedroom. Rachel moved her fingers over bicep and up to her neck, exploring, relishing in her warm soft skin. She started to freeze when Alex snatched a wrist from her neck. Rachel offered up no resistance as the assassin above her placed one wrist over the other before gripping both with a single strong hand. Alex ran her fingers delicately under satin lace and up her abdomen to her chest, pinching, cupping, rubbing over breasts, before sliding back down between her thighs and up into her wetness. She gasped at the feeling of one teasing finger skidding across her entrance. Their one-way sexual encounters had left her achingly frustrated. She wanted her, rough or gentle, she didn't care. She only knew that she needed her now. Alex's finger slid inside her with a single fierce thrust.
She kissed her slowly, passionately, before moving her lips toward her ear. "Tell me something Rachel. How did you really escape Nikita?" Alex whispered, breaking the silence and the mood of their encounter.
"Alex, I told you in the debrief." she moaned.
"You expect me to believe you didn't know where you were being held for two months and that you managed to get away from Nikita, Micheal and Birkhoff?" She felt Alex's finger suddenly and roughly pull out of her. Those same fingers found their way up to slightly close around her throat.
"Yes," she mumbled breathlessly. "It's the truth." Rachel felt Alexandra's grip on her throat tighten. "If I find out that you're lying to me...well...you don't want to know what I'm really capable of Rachel," she spoke through clenched teeth.
Rachel swallowed hard, and steadied her breathing. "I swear to you," she whispered calmly.
"Amanda thinks there is a mole instead Division. She thinks its you."
"What? That's crazy. Why would she think that?" Rachel was relieved that the room was so dark that Alex could not see her face. She feared the brunette would see through her lies.
"She said something was stolen from her office."
"Did they check the security cams?"
"Yes... nothing revealed."
"Maybe she is just paranoid."
"It's possible... So, I'll ask you one more time... between us. If you are compromised... tell me and I'll help you. I know how...convincing Nikita can be...but if you lie to me-"
"Alex, I am not compromised. I honestly don't give a damn about Division or what it does. All I care about is you." Alex loosened her grip moving her fingers to stroke through her black hair, sliding gently back over her cheek and down her chest.
"Okay, I guess I should believe you."
"Are you ever going to forgive me? It's not like I asked Nikita to kidnap me in Moscow." Alex's lips delicately pressed into hers.
"You're so wet for me. Do you want me?" she asked ignoring the question.
"Always." Nails scratched up and down her inner thigh. Rachel moaned at the welcome invasion of a single finger.
"You have been exactly what I've wanted lately. It pleases me to use you like a toy."
She added another finger pushing in deeper, faster.
"That's all you are to me. Just my toy," her tone seductive yet menacing.
"I haven't let you come since you've returned. Don't you wish I would?" she whispered, withdrawing her fingers and slipping away into the darkness from which she came.
She entered Penn Station from Eighth Avenue. The train station was bustling with mobs of commuters. Scanning left to right, Rachel strolled toward the restrooms. She was certain that she wasn't followed, but she had to be careful and follow protocol just the same. She cupped her hands under the water in the restroom sink, letting the water cascade over her hands. She looked at her watch, checked her make up in the large wall mirror, and headed for the lockers on the opposite end of the train station. She surveyed the station through dark sunglasses one last time before she pulled the locker key from her jacket pocket.
This was it. The final step in their plan.
She tugged open the gray metal door. Plucking the burn phone from the back of the locker, she hit the only number on speed dial. "Nikita, The explosives are set. I couldn't get my hands on Amanda's hard drive, but I think I got something better. Hand written journal. There is information on all of her projects. She's a meticulous note taker. It will be in the locker for pick up. Exfil is a go for Friday night as planned." She sent the message to voice mail. Come what may, Rachel thought, she was ready to finish the mission and get Alex out of Division.
Rachel stepped into the dimly lit hot tub room. She smiled as she took in her surroundings. The Jacuzzi was lined with lit candles all around; a trail of rose petals led the way toward a single long stem rose sitting on the side of the tub. A bottle of champagne and glasses sat on a table near by. She was surprised and impressed by the romantic ambiance.
Rachel's brow knit. "What's all of this?" she wondered aloud.
Alex leaned into her back, wrapping her arms around her waist. She trailed feather-light kisses down the side of her neck, as she removed the satin robe from the younger woman. Alex circled the girl. She studied her perfect nude form, before she removed her own robe. She pressed her body into Rachel; kissing her deeply. Alex led them to the hot tub; her dark gaze steady. The hot water soothed Rachel. She felt the day's tension begin to slowly fade away as she sank into the water.
Uncertain of Alex's plans for her, she let go of any expectations for the evening. Sexual frustration was now the new norm. She was beginning to get used to the routine of being used and sent away. No matter how hard she tried to stay angry, one look into the Russian girl's eyes and it all melted away. The brunette's eyes shone into hers, reflecting the candle light. She leaned close to the younger woman, her strong arms enveloping her completely. It was the most intimate and safe feeling she had since she returned to the older woman. Alex pulled back, letting her fingers roam over abs and breasts; her nails dragging over Rachel's throat before she gripped it with her hand. Every touch felt like an electrical current running through the raven haired girl.
Alex held out the single red rose in her hand. "For you." Rachel smiled, taking the rose in her hand. She winced as a thorn pricked her index finger. "You're bleeding." Alex kissed over her finger gently before running her tongue up and down and latching on sucking. Rachel heard herself exhale sharply producing a sly little smile from the brunette. Alex grabbed the back of her head roughly, pushing her tongue deeply in her mouth. Rachel could taste the metallic tang of her own blood on Alexandra's tongue. It excited her deep within. She slid her fingers over Alex's breast and wove her other hand into the brunette's hair.
Alex tilted her head to the side. "You liked that a little too much. I'll remember that." She plucked a large black velvet box from the table next to the champagne bucket. "This is for you."
"You shouldn't have, Alex."
"You haven't seen it yet," she smiled at the younger woman.
A sudden hesitation, then she opened it; removing the necklace.
"I know that I've been hard on you lately, Rachel. I wanted you to know that just because things have been tense between us...doesn't mean that I am not committed to your care and protection. I have always wanted to make it official. Even if we had gotten married, I still would have wanted to collar you in some fashion... Understand?"
Rachel nodded. "I do understand, yes."
"Good, but not good enough. As much as I love force when it comes to you... I need to know that you accept this willingly. That you give yourself completely to me without reservation. It's ownership of your heart, your mind, and your body. If you have the slightest of doubts, it is perfectly acceptable to tell me that you decline. I'll not become upset if you refuse, and frankly not much will change between us."
The sweet, soft, almost erotic tone in Alexandra's voice melted her down to nothing. It took the sting out of the realization somehow, and in that moment she resigned herself to taking the little Alex was willing to give her, without complaint.
Rachel leaned in to Alex's frame. "Alex, you know I wanted to be your wife. I can't tell you that it didn't hurt me to hear you change your mind, but regardless, I want to be with you. I've always felt that I belonged to you anyway. I would have never made it out of Division alive if it weren't for you. It touches me deeply that you would want to make it official in any way. I accept."
Alex fastened the necklace around her neck. Cupping her chin, she leaned in kissing her. The thin Platinum chain and emblem weighed heavy around Rachel's neck. "It's the Udinov family crest."
"It feels heavy for something so small," she swallowed hard with mixed emotions.
Alex leaned back turning Rachel slightly left and right. "Platinum is dense metal. You said you hated gold... and white gold just wouldn't do for my girl. I wanted the best."
"Thank you. Help me with the engraving on the back. My Russian still needs work."
"It reads Property of... I never want you to take it off. It's a symbol of your place with me. I will always protect and care for you."
Alex sealed her ownership with a searing kiss that left Rachel breathless.
