"Maybe it would be better if you sat on my lap, hmm?"
Melina rolled her eyes at Alexei's suggestion. "You know it would not be better," she grumbled. "Now stop talking, I don't want to make a mistake."
He growled impatiently, and she almost cracked a smile. She was in the midst of trimming his beard yet again. The scraggly prison beard and long hair had been something of a turn-on for her at first. The difference in him from being the cleanshaven Red Guardian and then her mild-mannered husband in Ohio to the fat, tattooed, slovenly prisoner? It was quite intriguing. Most of all because he was still her Alexei underneath all of that. Still desired and worshipped her just the same. She'd thought, at first, to do nothing before she could trim that horrible beard. It was why she had demanded he buy scissors along with clothes for them upon leaving the hospital. But Melina had wanted to feel that beard on her body before getting rid of it. She didn't end up trimming it for a few days, in fact.
But now it had been a few months since they returned to her secure home and her sweet pigs. He was getting into better shape and being clean. She liked him best that way. Beard neat and trimmed. No more scraggly. He still had the gold teeth and the tattoos to remind her of the dirty prisoner he'd been. That was turn-on enough. Alexei himself was turn-on enough.
She put the scissors on the table and beside them and ran a comb through his beard to ensure she'd not missed any spots. "There," she announced. "All done."
"Not all done," he countered.
Before Melina could inquire about what he meant, his enormous hands grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his lap. She squealed in surprise and smacked his chest. "You are relentless!" she laughed.
"Yes, and you love it," he answered with a grin.
"I do, yes," she confirmed. Melina put her hands on his cheeks, feeling the softness of the neat beard she had just trimmed. She hummed, "Mmm, and I love you." She kissed him, softly at first.
But Alexei was not in the mood for softness. He rarely was. Sometimes, they had very tender moments together. Most of the time, though, they made love with passion and laughter and joy and the athleticism worthy of the Red Guardian and Iron Maiden.
Before she knew it, Alexei had taken Melina's top off her and tossed it aside. His beard scratched against her neck and over her chest. He held her in place with one hand and used the other to paw at her breasts, pushing the bra cups aside so he could ravish her.
Melina adored his power and strength. All her life, she had been taught to be in control of others, to never let any man—except Dreykov, of course—have any power over her. And in many way, she still didn't. She could snap her fingers and Alexei would do anything she said. But with the love and trust between them, Melina did not have to be in control. She could just lie back and let him do as he pleased. Because what pleased him was bringing pleasure to her. Melina had never been loved before Alexei. Before Ohio. And she knew now she would never have to go back to that life.
She shifted herself on his lap grinding herself against the hardening cock in his sweatpants. He groaned and grunted as he turned from one breast to the other, letting her left nipple fall from his lips so he could tease the right one with her teeth. Melina's head fell back as she gasped in ecstasy.
"Hey! Whoa!"
The sounds of voices caused Melina to pull away from Alexei so fast that she would have fallen if not for his arms around her. He lifted his head stupidly, staring blankly behind Melina.
Standing in the doorway were Yelena and Natasha, both of them looking disgusted beyond belief.
"How did you get passed my security?" Melina demanded. Her heart was racing and her body was pumping with adrenaline from sexual arousal and frustration and surprise in equal measure. But her mind was clear. Another symptom of the Red Room.
"You gave me the code the last time I was here because you couldn't walk," Yelena reminded her. "Mama, put a shirt on!"
Melina was going to get up and retrieve her blouse when Natasha picked it up and handed it to her. "Nope, don't move yet. We don't want to see that," she said.
"A sight worth seeing. Very, very good tits on your mother," Alexei said.
Yelena made a retching sound. "Why are you like this!?"
Once Melina was covered up, she did extricate herself from Alexei's grasp and stood up. Unfortunately, that revealed his raging erection. "Go take cold shower," she insisted. "You'll be distracted and the girls will get upset."
Mumbling grumpily to himself, Alexei went to go take care of himself. Melina turned back to Natasha and Yelena, and she smiled.
"Hello, my girls. Both my girls!" Melina greeted happily.
Yelena was the first to embrace her, and then came Natasha. "So looks like you and Alexei are getting along," Natasha noted.
"We are figuring out life, yes. It is hard for us both sometimes. I've never had a day of my life before now that was not dictated by Dreykov's orders. But we are free now. We all find our way," Melina said.
"I ran into Yelena giving the last of the antidote," Natasha said. "It's all over now. No more Widows. We thought we'd see the family and celebrate."
"Yes!" Melina exclaimed. "Yes, we celebrate as a family. I'll get the drinks and find some food. You girls sit down. Dad will be back in a minute."
As she made her way to the kitchen, seeing Natasha sit on her side of the table and Yelena on the other, Melina felt herself transported back, just for a moment, to Ohio. Back to happiness. It was incongruent that she could feel such joy in this place. Oh it was her sanctuary, her haven, her safety. But even with Alexei with her, it never felt complete. Now, with both her girls here, it finally felt like home.