MOYA ANNA
1
Anna woke up slowly, hardly daring to believe that she was still at home with Callen. She was grateful that he had forgiven her, and she knew that she had to do her level best to not give him any reason to distrust her again. She sat up so she could study him.
She hated the bullet scars on his otherwise flawless back. After watching the rise and fall of his body for several minutes, Anna noticed that his breathing was deep and even, and she was happy with that. She reached her hand out and touched each mark gently before she planted a soft kiss on his shoulder. Then she lay down, snuggling as close to him as she could get.
"Moya lyubov," she murmured.
2
Callen was lying on his stomach, facing away from Anna. He was half awake, and very aware of her actions. He always enjoyed her soft ministrations on his back; she didn't touch his scars that often.
He changed direction and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. Her scent made him heady, and he stroked her hair with his cheek. All the while, a happy smile filled his face.
"Moya Anna," he whispered.
3
This time, Anna heard him, and a smile stretched from her toes to her hairline, and filled her with a radiance that she barely recognized. She shifted slightly, and kissed him with an intense passion that rattled his very core.
Callen was so startled that he could do nothing except react to her with a similar passion. Suddenly, he wanted to devour her, and he kissed her repeatedly until she was breathless.
Anna broke their connection because she couldn't breathe. Breathing hard, she grinned foolishly at Callen, and he chuckled softly.
"I love you so much," she gasped, stroking his bristles.
He did nothing but smile at her. He leaned into the pressure of her hand, reveling in all of the sensations that bombarded him all at once. He moved closer to her, and then kissed her again and again, gradually pushing her over onto her back. Then he squared himself on top of her, letting his entire weight fall on her.
Anna giggled. She kissed him many times before she poked him in his sides, causing him to fly off her. Then she burst out laughing.
Callen supported himself on his hands, as if he were doing push-ups, and kissed her over and over.
Anna put her arms around him, and locked him in her grip. "Moya Grisha," she said with a heartfelt smile.
A big smile filled Callen's face. "Thank you, my love," he said in English before giving her a tiny peck on the lips.
She poked him slightly, and he moved off of her. Then Anna pushed him onto his back and straddled him. Leaning on his chest, she kissed him several times over, barely giving him enough time to breathe in between each kiss.
When she leaned over again, Callen caught her in his arms and held onto her.
"Hey, baby," he murmured, pulling her close.
The awkwardness of her position made her straighten out her legs so that she was lying completely on top of him, in her favorite position. She laid her head down on his chest, focusing on his heartbeat.
"Hey, Callen," she returned in kind. Then she propped herself up on her arms so she could look at his face. "Callen…Callen, thank you for keeping me. I really don't know what I'd do without you."
He nodded. "Nor I you," he said softly. "Anna, I love you for all time, no matter what—"
4
A horrific pounding on the door was accompanied by a very loud voice.
"Callen! Where is my Anna? Where is my daughter?" Arkady pounded the door again. Then he rattled the doorknob. "Callen, I know you in there!"
Anna buried her face in Callen's neck. "No," she said. "I don't believe this!"
Callen smirked, and hugged her quickly. "I'll go get him—"
"No. Please don't. I'll deal with him," she said, giving Callen a hasty kiss on his mouth. Then she kissed him properly and climbed off him and the bed.
Anna snatched Callen's shirt from the floor and jerked it on, and then flung the door open.
"Why are you here, Arkady?" she growled.
"Is that any way to greet your father?"
"Why are you here? You're supposed to be at the safe house."
"I got bored sitting there with nothing to do," Arkady complained. "Can I come in?"
"No! Go home!" She blocked the entrance.
Arkady ducked under her arm and went to sit on the couch.
"Why can't I visit you, my daughter? I worry about you."
Anna changed her demeanor. "Look, Arkady. Papa. You woke me up. You should have called first, and then maybe we would invite you over. Please. Leave us alone for now."
"So he is here?"
Anna glared at him. "Yes, he is here! This is his apartment and I share it with him!" she barked in Russian. "Arkady, please. We need our time together for now. It's very important, and when we're ready, we will visit with you. Just not right now," she added gently. "Please, Papa. I need to be with my man, by myself." She held out her arms, and Arkady stood up.
He came around the coffee table and accepted the hug she was offering.
"Okay, my daughter. I needed to be sure you're okay," he conceded. "Hey, Callen! You take good care of my Anna!"
Callen sat up and looked at Arkady. "MY Anna!"
A big chuckle escaped from Arkady. "Cheeky boy!" he said with a grin.
"Oh, no," Anna chimed in, shaking her head. "You two are not fighting over me! Papa, I will always be your Anna, but now, I am Callen's Anna."
A serious expression filled Arkady's face. "Are you sure, my daughter?" he asked, sotto voce.
"Yes, Papa," she replied, hugging him tightly. "I'm very sure. I love him with my whole heart, and I don't want to be away from him."
"He loves you?"
Anna smiled at her father. "Yes. He loves me very much."
Arkady nodded. "Okay, but how come you not tell me?"
"We weren't ready to tell anyone, and we're still not, not really." She looped her arm through his, and gently guided him to the door. "We haven't told Callen's family yet, either."
"Okay. Now I don't feel so bad," Arkady said with a smirk. "Good-by, my daughter. I'll see you later, and you, too, Callen!"
Callen waved to Arkady, and then lay down again.
Anna gave the big Russian one last hug, and then opened the door for him. "Bye, Arkady," she said, making sure he was safely outside the door before she closed it firmly, and locked it. Then she turned around with a huge grin on her face.
5
"That wasn't too bad," Callen said from his supine position.
"No, it wasn't," she replied, crossing over to the bed, "but he still shouldn't have come."
In a split second, Callen decided to get up and hug Anna. "It's okay, baby. I know he shouldn't have, but he's been worried about you."
"I'm okay," she said.
Callen snuffled her. "I know you are, but he didn't. It's okay, baby. It's okay that he worries about you. After all, you are his daughter."
She jabbed him with her chin. "Yes, I am, Callen, but…oh, brother!" She rubbed her face on him. "Oh, never mind. Please."
He nodded, but she didn't see. "I'm good. How about we go eat something?"
"Sure."
She followed him to the kitchen, and helped him serve their feast from the night before. While she nuked both plates, he set the table, choosing to be very fancy. When Anna saw the décor, she laughed aloud.
Callen grinned from ear-to-ear. He had taken two fancy dishtowels and laid them on the table as placemats, and then used a full service place setting for each.
Anna put the plates on the table. Then she hugged Callen.
"We have to celebrate," he said.
She looked up at him with questions in her eyes.
"Yes," he said. "We are celebrating that Arkady didn't blow up at us, and we are celebrating us…that we found our way back to each other, and baby, for that, I am grateful."
Anna gave him another, very intense hug before she kissed him.
"Thank you, Callen," she whispered. "I am grateful, too. I am so grateful to have you in my life," she added, hugging him again.
Callen kissed her. "You're welcome, baby." He kept his arms around her for several moments before he released her so he could sit down.
Anna sat across from him, and immediately began to play footsie. She looked at him suggestively.
Callen did not miss her expression or her blatant invitation, but he shook his head. "Not yet, my baby. Please. We need to eat first."
Anna pouted and pretended to be sad, and then she laughed. "Not a problem, my love," she said, with a huge grin on her face.
Callen smiled broadly. "Cute."
6
"I want to sit in the tree," Anna declared, hours later.
"What?"
She laughed at Callen's confusion. "I want to go to the park and sit in the tree."
"Ohhh…" he responded with understanding. He stood up, and then looked at both of them, coming to a conclusion. "Anna, baby, if we go now, we might get picked up for indecent exposure."
She flipped onto her knees, and then pulled him closer. "I don't think we'll have a problem," she murmured, kissing his nipples, and then sucking on them.
"So you don't want to go?"
"Oh, I do, but not right now," she said, reaching down to hold him. She stroked him, feeling the heavy warmth of him.
Callen gasped. He loved when she pleasured him, and he was not about to be outdone. He traced his finger along her folds and began to massage her most precious spot. He got wrapped up in his emotions, and rubbed her faster and faster, bringing her to a quick climax.
Anna leaned over slightly and took him in her mouth and traced her tongue all over his ultra-sensitive tip, causing him to recoil from the sensations. She could feel him throbbing and then suddenly, guided him into her home.
Callen thrust at her until he couldn't contain himself any longer. He felt himself explode within, and couldn't get enough of her.
Anna was so on fire that she lost control of her body. Callen gently laid her on the bed, and centered himself on top of her. He continued to thrust, bringing her to another climax. She wrapped her legs around him, trying to bring him even closer to her, rising up to meet him.
The pulsations brought them over the brink, and their bodies continued to explode with insatiable bursts. Both were panting heavily, and Anna did not want him to withdraw from her. She tightened her legs around him, and Callen gasped in amusement.
He wiggled around a little, and was able to put his mouth on her erect nipple. He suckled on her for a moment or two, and repeated his actions on her other breast. Reaching a little bit farther, he was able to plant a very loving kiss under her chin, on her neck. When he moved away, he could see the bruise beginning to discolor her skin. Feeling contrite, he hastily kissed the spot in an attempt to make her feel better.
Anna grinned. She knew that she was going to wind up with a prize-winning hickey that she could wear like a badge. She fluffed his hair before giving him a very deep, passionate kiss.
Callen buried his face in her neck as he felt himself contract. He gradually slid out from her most loving home, and felt a sense of loss. Anna released her legs, and he rolled over onto his back, breathing heavily.
She sat up, and put her finger on his lips, and then shook her head. "Don't say it." She stroked his abdomen before she leaned over and kissed him all over. She worked her way down to his groin, and gently ran her tongue all over his lower body, driving Callen insane. He wiggled and squirmed, trying to get away from her.
"Stop!" she whispered, straddling him. She could feel that her own body was more than ready for him, so she picked him up and stroked him, softly at first, then with more passion. The more firm he became, the faster she stroked him, until she finally put her mouth over his tip. She traced circles on him until she felt that he was going to explode. With a deft movement, Anna guided him into her warmth.
Callen moaned and groaned in ecstasy as she pleasured him. She rode him up and down, trying to capture as much of him as she could, and she became totally out-of-control when her spot came into contact with his preciousness. She moaned and groaned along with him, until they were both spent, and she collapsed on top of him; they remained entwined, breathing heavily.
Anna shifted slightly so that her head was centered on his shoulder, with her face buried in his neck. She kept her muscles contracted because she did not want to release him. Absentmindedly, she nibbled on his neck, nearly giggling at the sensations caused by his bristles on her tongue.
Callen brought his arms up and clutched her, locking his fingers together. He wasn't sure if his arms were working properly yet, since he was so drained from his passions.
"Hey, baby," he whispered.
Anna didn't move, but she did answer him. "Hey, baby," she replied.
A goofy smirk crossed his face. He loved when she validated him.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded. "I'm fine. I think I might be sore later."
Callen grinned. "Yeah, well…stuff happens, baby. I'm not unsore myself."
"I still want to go to the tree!"
7
The following day, they really did walk down to the park. Anna had packed them a good lunch with a variety of sandwiches, fruits, and drinks. She remembered to include silverware, napkins and hand sanitizers.
As they neared their tree, Anna could see that no one was sitting in it, and she let go of the basket. Callen had all he could do to catch it so it wouldn't crash to the ground.
"Hey!" he hollered, laughing as he watched Anna run to the tree, and scurry up. Shaking his head, he set the basket at its base, and then followed her up the tree.
Anna was already ensconced in his favorite branch, and had no intention of moving from it. She teased him relentlessly and he finally settled on "her" branch.
"You know I don't fit well here," he said.
Anna grinned at him. "I know. Come and sit on me," she offered.
"I can't do that! The bough will break!"
She laughed at the reference to the nursery rhyme. "Nuh-uh," she contradicted. She held her arms up.
Moaning and groaning like an old man, Callen gingerly made his way across the tree to where she was lounging, and after a few contortions, figured out how to sit on her without making them both fall.
Anna wrapped her arms around him, and nuzzled him. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"Not at all," he gasped, praying that the branch wouldn't break. Gradually, he relaxed, and began to enjoy himself on his unusual perch. Eventually, he relaxed completely.
She flitted her hands all over him, giving him volatile sensations everywhere. At long last, she twisted around and kissed him to within an inch of his life.
Callen broke the kiss and laughed out loud. He decided that he loved this crazy, carefree side of Anna that he has rarely seen.
"I think we should get down now, baby," he cautioned, sitting up straight, and wondering how he'd get down without breaking himself. He scanned the ground under the tree, looking for a soft place to land.
"Don't you dare, Callen!" Anna yelped when she figured out that he was going to jump down. "We're too high up!"
He shook his head. "Piece o' cake!" He crossed himself, and then leaped. He remembered to bend his knees, and then roll a few feet afterward. Callen lay there, on the ground, for a few minutes, then he sprang up. "I'm fine, baby!"
"Really?" she doubted, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone. She worked her way down from their branch, and then jumped the last foot. When she was standing on the ground, Anna grabbed him close and hugged him. She felt all over his body to see if he had any injuries, but had to declare him healthy and as fit as a fiddle. "Otlichnaya rabota," she praised.
"Spasibo, moya lyubov," he acknowledged. Then his stomach growled. "Nam nuzhno yest'."
Anna laughed. "Da," was all she said.
Jointly, they picked up the basket and carried it over to a grassy spot near the tree. Anna pulled out the blanket and spread it on the ground, and Callen pulled out all of the food.
They enjoyed their meal, and then, after packing up what they didn't need, they moved the blanket closer to the tree, and lay down on it with Anna cuddled in Callen's arms.
They gazed up at the sky, labeling the clouds with different animals' names, or shapes of familiar objects, and then they slowly became silent. Anna settled more comfortably, making sure her head was in its customary place. Callen rested his cheek on her hair, feeling completely at ease and happy.
8
The street lamps were beginning to twinkle when Callen and Anna woke up.
She sat up and smiled at him. "Hey, baby," she said, emulating his catchphrase.
He laughed. "Hey, baby," he returned, smiling at her. "I think we need to get going."
Anna nodded. "I think so, too," she agreed, standing up awkwardly.
Callen noticed. "What's wrong?"
She smiled sheepishly. "Nothing except that I really need to pee!"
Callen laughed again. He scanned the horizon, looking for the clubhouse. "Can you walk that far?" he asked, pointing to the building which was about a hundred yards from them.
Anna made a face. "I'm going to have to," she said through clenched teeth as her urgency increased. "How about you give me a piggyback ride?"
He shook his head wildly. "Oh, no, baby! That is not happening! I don't need you peeing all down my back!"
Anna broke into laughter, which did not help. "I'll meet you there!" she gasped, and she took off, pell-mell.
"Oh, God," Callen muttered, making a mental note to pack an extra set of clothes for her for their next sojourn to the park. He picked up the basket and loped casually to the clubhouse, arriving in time to hear Anna hollering to the wind. Taking a deep breath, he dared to poke his head around the doorway so he could see inside the Women's Room.
"Chlo sluchilos', moya lyubov?" he asked in Russian because he could see a few handbags that were not Anna's.
"Nichego takogo," she replied. "Ya ne mochil shtany."
"That's good to know," he said. "You okay, though?"
"Da," she said, taking a handful of paper towels and dampening them. She ran them across her face, and then took a new set to dry off her hands and face. "You need to go out of here, moya lyubov."
"Yeah, I know," Callen agreed. Outside, away from the bathroom, he asked again, "Are you okay?"
Anna nodded. She did not want to admit that she was a little bit soggy, and she saw no reason to tell him.
9
At home, Anna called dibs on the shower, which struck Callen funny because they usually took their showers together. He chose not to join her, sensing that she needed to be by herself. Instead, he unpacked the picnic basket and put it, and everything else, away. Then he rummaged through the fridge and made some canapés out of the cheese and an arrangement of crackers. He put them on a platter, and then carried it into the living room.
Callen looked for the TV remote, and found it down inside the couch cushions. He thumbed through the channel roster, and found nothing that interested him. He decided to wait for Anna before making a choice. Then he settled on the couch, with his feet up on the coffee table.
A short while later, Anna emerged from the bathroom. She had dried her hair, and dressed in a huge t-shirt of his. He smiled when he saw her.
"I left some clean towels for you," she said.
He nodded, sensing that he'd better not skip his shower. He handed her the remote, and strolled down to the bathroom.
Anna lay down on the couch and poked the buttons on the little device. She found nothing that interested her either, so she pulled her book out from the shelf under the coffee table. Even that didn't interest her. She admitted to herself that she wanted Callen. Only Callen. She sat up in a slouch and waited for him, with her eyes closed.
A few minutes later, he joined her. Anna got up to make room for him, and he sat down and put his feet up on the coffee table again. Then Anna lay down on the couch, resting her head on his lap. He pulled the afghan down, and draped it over her.
Anna turned over and buried her face in his middle.
"Whoa, baby!" Callen said, very startled and very concerned. He stroked her hair away from her face. "What's wrong, Anna?"
She shook her head, and pressed her face more deeply into him.
Callen lapsed into silence, knowing that she would talk when she was ready. While he waited, he poked through the On Demand channel, and finally settled on Disney's "Robin Hood." He enjoyed the antics of King John, particularly when the king sucked his thumb.
Anna did not turn around, but she did laugh and giggle with him. After the movie ended, she turned over onto her back.
"Callen," she began.
He turned off the TV, and focused completely on her. "What's wrong, baby?"
Slow tears seeped from her eyes, and he saw.
"Why are you so nice to me?" she asked, "when I am so bad to you?"
Shock registered in his eyes. "You are not bad to me, Anna. There are some things you do that I do not like, and I'm sure I do some things that you do not like."
"No, Callen." Anna turned slightly so she could see his face. "You really don't do anything wrong—"
He snickered. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, baby. Now, tell me what is really bothering you."
In spite of herself, Anna smiled. She couldn't believe that he knew her as well as he did.
"Why do you want me?"
Callen frowned. "Seriously?"
"Yes. Why do you want me?"
He shook his head. "Anna, baby…I love you. I love you more than anyone else on earth, and I am never letting you go!"
"Why not?" she persisted.
"Anna, stop. Okay? Just stop. Are you that embarrassed by what happened at the park?"
She sat up abruptly and stared at him, open-mouthed. "You know?" she said, disbelievingly.
He smirked, and his eyes twinkled. "Of course I do. It wasn't hard to figure out."
"How do you know?" she asked, genuinely curious about how he knew that she had wet herself a little.
"Oh, God, Anna," he said, clutching her to him. "I used the clues you were emitting," he chuckled unhelpfully.
Anna turned onto her knees, straddling him. She looked him square in the eye. She had a hard time concealing a smile. "Really?"
"Oh, yes," he conceded. He counted on his fingers. "Awkward. Russian. Solo shower. It wasn't hard, baby." He hugged her and then rubbed her back. "You okay now?"
She put her face in his neck. Her voice was muffled. "Yes, but I feel like a dope."
This time, Callen did laugh. "Oh, my Anna! Don't worry about it. I am not upset about it at all."
She lifted her head and squinted at him. "You're not?"
He shook his head. "Nope." He gave her a hasty kiss. "Baby, pee happens," he said nonchalantly. "It's these kinds of silly things that attract me to you. That, and your resilience, and your passion, and a whole host of other things. Everything about you, Anna. I couldn't ask for anyone better."
She laid her head on his shoulder and spoke into his neck. "Even on days when I act like a golem?" she whispered.
Callen burst out laughing, and he laughed hard. He wiped his streaming eyes on her shirt. Resting his forehead on hers, and looking her square in the eye, he whispered in return, "Yes. Even when you act like a golem. You're MY golem for all time. I love you so much, Anna Kolcheck, no matter what."