" Daddy watch me." Irina said enthusiastically. Her long brown hair was in a bun and she was wearing her new white leotard and ballet shoes. She twirled around gracefully as her father watched admiringly from the chair. Watching his daughter with a grin on his face.
" Amazing. Absolutely amazing. You're a prima ballerina, the best in Russia."
" Really!" Irina exclaimed happily.
" Of course. And look at you in this outfit. You look beautiful. I'd have to say you're the most beautiful girl in Russia."
" Even more beautiful than Rory?" Irina questioned hopping in to her dad's lap.
" Scarlett is the most beautiful baby."
" What did you do with my father?"
" What I said I'd do. Would you like to see for yourself."
" Noooo!" Irina screamed running to the limp body in the corner of the dark cold room. " Daddy! Daddy wake up. Dad wake up please! No. You're not dead. I'm so sorry Daddy. I'm sorry. How could you do this?"
" I'm so disappointed in you Irina. You had so much potential. You killed me."
" Daddy, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Daddy." Irina pleaded crying.
" Jack?" Irina cried as she sat up and saw Jack. She was sweating and her heart was pounding through her chest, she'd had the same dream for over twenty years but it always terrified her.
" You really have nightmares?"
" What do you mean really have nightmares?"
" I assumed you were faking that."
" Faking nightmares?" Irina questioned. " No, I wasn't faking."
" What are they about? You never told me."
" My Dad." Irina said uncomfortably moving around the pillows on the bed to make more room for Jack who was looking at her with genuine concern and interest.
" Dimitri?"
" Yeah. It's awful. It starts off me in Russia and I'm showing him what I learned in ballet and he's telling me how proud he is and how I'm the most beautiful girl in Russia and - and then he's dead and telling me how awful I am." Irina finished tears falling down her cheeks.
" You're not an awful person."
" I killed my father."
" You didn't kill him. The KGB killed him." Jack said brushing away the tears and lifting up her face.
" Because of me."
" You wanted out."
" How did you know that?"
" Rory. Irina, she explained to me why you left. That if you hadn't someone would have killed me. I understand." Jack looked in to Irina's eyes and seen that they were clear and open and for the first time ever he seen who she really was – a scared little girl in Russia who is trying to please the people around her. She was the same person but she hid it or tried to.
" He didn't even call me Greenlee, in the dream he called me Irina. He never called me Irina."
Jack kissed her forehead, nose and lips. They kissed softly at first and then suddenly more passionately and lovingly. Irina ran her hands through his hair and up and down his chest. Unbuttoning his shirt and working her way down to his pants. Jack lifted the nightgown she was wearing above her head and began kissing her neck and shoulder as he laid her down on the bed as she moaned in pleasure.
Okay that's it for this chapter if anyone bothered to read this far use your imagination. I can't write love scenes.