Herefordshire, England – Still On the Weekend… 6pm

John sat with his eyes closed, alone in the dining room of Annabelle's house. Dear, sweet Annabelle; The girl who had it all and still all was not enough. They met at a sports bar two weeks after the team returned from their secret terrorist slaying mission.

Old man Price was sure to scold his arse and Bree would not do as much as throw a glance in his direction unless it was work related. What could he do at this point? Annabelle was single, beautiful and sexy as hell. That night she literally flirted her ass off when she heard what he did for a living which was a normal reaction he got from women in...well basically anywhere he went.

Some would say that he may have hooked up too soon with Ana but the distraction of having her over the top personality around him seemed to help tame the antsy feeling that arose within him ever so often; Precisely as often as he laid eyes on Bree around the base.

He had his eyes closed for the first few seconds then peered through his lids to get a peek of what she was up to. When he got there he was jumped and practically devoured with kisses, he would have the adventure of his life trying to get her lipstick off of his face.

And to think from the outside perspective they seemed like the perfect couple. If it were true he really would not know.

"Okay John…Open your eyes!" Annabelle said as she removed her hands from his eyes and skipped around him like an excited puppy. John opened one eye carefully then the other as his vision came into focus on a plate of… "Haggis?" he said with a questioning look on his face. "Yes!" Anna squealed then clapped her hands together, "Your favourite." He nodded slowly as he tried to comprehend the 'special treat' that was supposed to be his favourite?

"Why would you think that I…?", he began until it registered, "Oh, right… because I am Scottish and…Of course…" he muttered with the biggest smile plastered on his face. Anna threw herself onto him with an 'oomph'. "A special snack for my favourite soldier."

John kissed her cheek and petted her back, "You did good, sweetie." Ana giggled giddily and straddled him. "Hmm... I know. So, what's my reward?" she purred as she grabbed his hair and pressed his face to her cleavage.

When she let him up for air, he glanced nervously at the door. "Um... sugar bun, I'm really hungry..." he said in an attempt to get her off of him without hurting her feelings but she seemed to enjoy what he just said. "Uhh...Tired?.." he tried again with a sheepish grin. She smiled wickedly and ground herself against his body. "Oh I know that, but let me help you relax first." She said then began to unzip her dress.

Did he forget to mention that he hadn't slept with her as yet? Sure the mechanics below the belt were working just fine, but he just could not put his mind to it.

"Come on, John. Show me how they do it at the S.A.S." she pleaded.

John held her waist and stood. "Ana, love, I should go." She pouted and put her hands on his chest, "Why?"

"Because if anything has to happen between us, I want it to be special." he said as he placed her on the floor and tried to make sense of the heavy serving of bullcrap he just fed her. He began to make his exit to avoid having to manhandle her in case she tried to rape him if she had not already done that.

Yuri's Place, Russia: 11pm

Bree emerged out the guest room and headed down the stairs to the foyer on her way to the massive kitchen in Yuri's mondo-sized bachelor pad to fetch herself a glass of water.

Night time in Barnaul reminded her of the rare and oddly quiet moments she had during her childhood at her family's home on a cold Christmas day. She'd sit by their small fireplace and think about what it would be like to have a nice hot cup of chocolate with marshmallows, whipped cream and a wafer to go with it.

Then after a few minutes of soaking in her fantasies her father would trump in as drunk as a socially awkward bat to berate her for his own reasons until she'd end up curled into a ball sobbing her heart out. However, there was a significant difference in Yuri's home, he actually wanted her there and the atmosphere was warm and welcoming. She peered out one of the massive windows that offered her a glorious view of the Rakov compound.

The few lights around the pool house twinkled in the distance as she looked on. Crickets chirped merrily from their hiding place between the miniature blades of grass and only enhanced the serenity of the household as the peace consumed her but it was not enough to put her to sleep.

Yuri had been out for a couple hours and even offered to take her along. With Yana sleeping over at her newfound and overjoyed grandparent's house she should have gone but she opted for a quiet night in alone.

The night before he had taken her out to an actual ball hosted by a friend of the family. She was blown away by the grace and charm of the Russians in high society when she stepped in on Yuri's arm. He was sure to take care of and guide her and looked extremely dapper that Armani tux... he had her mind reeling when he invited her to dance.

The live music was enchanting and the vibes were good. He literally swept her off her feet as they danced to the soothing sound of Vitas singing the ever so sensual Opera No. 2. The entire experience was thrilling and stuck with her for the remainder of the night and the next day.

She sighed as she toyed with the little bow on her La Perla night gown then ventured into the dining room, glass in hand. Yuri's aristocratic style was the last thing she expected to see. The soft glow of the recessed lights cast the perfect scene for how she felt. She walked over to the fireplace and glanced at various pictures of a significantly younger Yuri and his family in happier times.

She gazed at the large portrait of Yuri and Sergei's grandfather that sat proudly over all on the wall over the fireplace. Just as she stretched out a hand to take up one of him and Sergei on a fishing trip with their father, she heard a thud in the kitchen. The housekeeping staff had already retired for the night and she was supposed to be the only person there.

Immediately her military senses kicked in; she placed the glass on the table and tapped Bob, the ever faithful Desert Eagle, on her thigh as she crouched low and headed for that direction. If anyone had decided to break into Yuri's house it was not happening on her watch.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Yuri placed Nika on the kitchen counter and spread her legs roughly. "It's on..." He growled as he slipped a hand under her dress and plunged his index finger through the soft fabric of her lace panties hard enough to tear through them and in an instant they were in a tiny pile on the floor at his feet.

Nika scrambled off the counter and got on her knees. She grabbed him at the waist and pulled him towards her. She pressed her lips to his heated erection that stood very pronounced in his pants. He looked down at her with lustful approval in his darkened grey stare as he touched the side of her face to urge her on.

He tilted his head back and moaned when he felt her tongue flick over the tip of his manhood. He glanced over at the door through half closed eyes when he saw some movement.

Just then Bree entered the kitchen and hit the lights, "Yuri!... I'm so sorry." She stammered. Sure they weren't a thing, but seeing him about to fuck another woman was still kind of awkward 'Bree-' he started then gave her an apologetic look as he flushed and pulled away from Nika and began to put his shit away. "I thought you were asleep."

"'Um no... It's okay." She said and backed out of the room. Nika stood and scoffed. "You really need to keep your maids in check Danya.' she grumbled in angry Russian. Yuri glared at Nika for her remark; His soft spot was Bree and no one messed with that. "Don't you dare refer to her as such" He snapped.

"What the fuck? She might as well be." Nika retorted then flipped him the bird. "Get out of my house." he said as his agitation rose. He grabbed her forearm, took up her purse from the counter and shoved it into her arms. "Okay I'm only kidding, Danya please." she pleaded but he only shut the door in her face.

Yuri swiped his hands down his face to collect himself then headed upstairs to Bree's room. When he arrived he found her sprawled on her stomach, flipping through one of the many travel magazines he often like to read himself, with her beautiful ass on display, through her sheer silk nightgown... Whether it was for him or not, he was not sure; but the sight only added fuel to his fire.

Yuri held his breath and knocked on the door as if he'd just arrived. Bree leapt up and folded her legs beneath her to address him. "I didn't see you there..." she said in a small voice.

Yuri smirked, "Well, can I come in, my lady?" he asked with an exaggerated bow. Bree bit her lip then cocked her head to the side and nodded which made tresses of her dark hair fall into her eyes and frame her face. The look on her face devastated him as he watched her pretty little mouth curve into a smile. If it were up to him he'd have her in his arms, sweating, panting and screaming her heart out to him begging for more for more...

Horny and running on heightened senses, Yuri blanched for a second then stepped in carefully not taking his eyes off of her, noticing every single detail. "I'm so, so sorry about that... I couldn't sleep and...You know." she said then frowned. Yuri sat next to her and cupped her chin "It's not your fault I should have been more careful."

From where he sat he caught a glimpse of her hardened nipples poking their way through the silk and making their presence known to him. He removed his hand and adjusted his pants then lay on the white Egyptian cotton sheets and motioned for her to come closer to him. When she hesitated "Don't worry, I won't bite Bree" she nodded then allowed him to spoon her.

"Now, why can't u sleep?" he murmured as he placed a hand over her. "Tummy ache?"

Bree giggled, "No idea. Maybe I'm home sick." she replied then closed her eyes. "But you are home." Yuri said pointedly then shifted a little. Bree felt his erection brush against her backside as he did. "Um...Yuri?'

"Sorry but I'm still a man you know." he said

Bree opened her eyes and looked back at him "Do you need to...?" she asked with genuine concern. Yuri laughed at her question, "He's just wondering what's happening right now, I'll deal with him later." Bree smiled at how absurd Yuri could be. Yuri looked down at her and kissed her cheek. Never in their time together he thought they'd come to just this. Almost like common strangers except she actually allowed him to hold her the way he wanted.

Then he remembered the little situation she had brewing within her again. More like growing... He brushed his hand over her stomach at the thought. The whole thing with her and John no longer made him angry but he was upset to see that he'd left her hanging without even knowing what's going on.

"How long till you let him know you're expecting?" he asked finally. He felt her body stiffen.

"He does not need to know a thing." She said coldly, "Well not as yet anyway."

Yuri sighed, "Ahh, Bree. Don't do that to him, you're better than this. He still loves you, I'm sure of it." Why he was defending John was truly beyond him but since he saved his life the way he did, he was all up for giving second chances...Bree sat up and stared at Yuri with an overly serious expression.

"Oh really? Then why doesn't he want me anymore?"