(Third Person POV)
Christian handed her another wine glass. In the back of his mind was that nagging voice reminding him that Lissa was underage and getting involved with her couldn't possibly end well.
This nagging voice had a slight Russian accent.
Christian rolled his eyes and pushed the voice away.
He sat beside Lissa on the couch as she took the wine glass.
She was already a little tipsy but Christian couldn't resist. Dimitri labeled him a womanizer. Christian couldn't blame him. There were different women leaving his apartment almost every morning.
Something about being a cop, especially an F.B.I. agent, was a turn on for women.
"You shouldn't do that," Dimitri had chastised.
They had gone out for drinks any time a case was solved.
"Do what?" Christian asked innocently, sticking his phone number in the curvy waitress' shirt pocket. She gave him a man-eating smile and left to get them another round of drinks.
"That. Using your job to get women can only back fire on you," Dimitri said sounding Zen.
Christian had rolled his eyes then and ignored that advice.
Maybe Dimitri had been right though.
Using his job to charm a woman might backfire.
Especially with Lissa.
Her father was the second most well known mob boss. Using her for sex might not be a good idea. Christian felt more for Lissa than the physical stuff though. He wasn't going to lie, if he had the chance to sleep with her, he'd do it, but this time it was different.
He didn't want to ruin things.
He didn't want to just have fun.
"Maybe we should cut you off. You've had four glasses already."
She downed it in one gulp and smiled.
"You're only seventeen. You shouldn't even known how to down a drink like that."
"Then stop supplying me," she giggled.
She set the empty glass on the glass table and reached for Christian. She tugged on his sleeve and he willing moved from the arm of the couch and slid in beside her.
She tilted her head to the side.
Christian noticed in that light she looked most beautiful and that wasn't the wine talking.
He put his hands on either side of her face, locking his fingers in her platinum hair. It was thin and soft between his fingers.
"You're beautiful."
She grinned brightly.
"You're jus-s-t ssss-aying that to get what you want," she slurred.
He tried to hide the smile tugging at his lips.
"And what would that be?"
"To have your way with me," she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
She curled her leg around his.
"Not this time," he whispered.
She looked a little hurt.
"Why not?"
He pushed her hair back and got a good look at her flawless, heart shaped face.
"You mean too much to me. I like you too much to take advantage of you."
It was the honest truth. To any other beautiful woman who was in his apartment, barely dressed, and ready and willing this would have been an easy lie.
Lissa had grown on him though.
She made him laugh and smile and think about other things other than work or sex. She made him happy in more ways than one which was more than he could say about any other woman he'd been with.
She seemed to sober after he said this and a wave of appreciation washed over her face.
"Well Christian Ozera, I like you too."
She kissed him then.
Barely, it was just brush across the lips but it was enough for both of them.
They stayed entwined on the couch and just stared at each other, taking in the other's prescience.
They talked.
Christian knew a lot about Lissa, probably more than she thought he did, and he felt it only fair that she knew the same about him.
He told her about his family, something she'd never done before.
And she actually listened.
She was still a little tipsy but it barely showed.
Christian, feeling a little embarrassed by how much he was sharing, almost hoped that she was drunk enough to forget this all by tomorrow morning. He'd stopped talking, noticing for the first time that she had spaced out.
"Is it the liquor getting to you?"
She turned quickly to look at him and forced a smile.
"No, I was just thinking…" she trailed off.
"Thinking about…"
"About you."
"I know it's hard to not think about me."
She laughed a little still spaced out.
"I was thinking about you and me and…Adrian."
Christian had been rubbing circles on the back of her hand and stopped.
"Ah…the boyfriend."
He felt him self-pull away a little, folding back in on him self after opening up so much.
"He's…he's different. Christian don't get me wrong, I like you a lot. I mean that. Adrian is just…it means a lot to my father that I'm with him."
Christian caught the hesitation in her voice.
"You like him too."
She didn't answer.
"I don't have as much faith in this whole helping the F.B.I. thing as the rest of you and if I'm right and this whole things goes sour, being with Adrian is my only way out."
"Save yourself." Christian couldn't blame her. He'd read her file and her fathers and all of the terribly things he's done.
He used to prefer the 'save and look out only for yourself' rule himself.
It was his motto.
Dimitri was right.
This was karma coming back to bite him in the ass.
They untangled themselves from each other and shifted on the couch, literally drifting apart.
"I'm sorry Christian. I don't mean to hurt you it's just…I'm used to looking out for my self and sometimes for Rose. Its kind of how we were raised. This is what happens when your father is a mob boss."
He only stood up and grabbed the wine glass taking it to the kitchen.
"I understand," he sighed.
"I should get going. I've been kind of avoiding Adrian since I've agreed to help you guys. Avoidance is my thing but lying to Adrian takes some time to build up. I told him I'd meet him tonight and I'm already an hour late."
She stood up.
He thought she might come to him and hug him or hold him or try to say something witty to lighten the mood.
She was interrupted by a knock on the door though.
Christian moved away from the kitchen counter and opened it.
There were no pictures of the infamous Adrian.
Christian knew some how that this well dressed, green eyed, dark haired figure leaning in his door way was him.
DPOV
I caught her by surprise.
I caught my self by surprise.
It took her a moment to respond to the kiss and when she did, I couldn't even explain what I felt.
It was something between warmth and the odd tingly feeling that girls had a way of bring on a guy.
Her hands ran up my sleeves and locked around my neck.
I'd kissed women before but it was different this time.
I was lost in the feel of her full, soft lips, the feeling of smooth hair between my fingers and the way her body seemed to fit against mine perfectly and how it felt just to hold her and have her in my arms.
The kiss deepened.
It went on for who knows how long now.
The quick intensity of the kiss was so surprising; I couldn't remember putting my hands around her waist. She pulled back a second to breathe.
I felt the cold of the air run out of my lungs with each exhale. I rested my head against hers while we breathed.
"Was it okay that I did that?" She whispered, her voice sounding small.
"Honestly…I don't know," I exhaled.
I expected her to pull back out of my arms away from me, taking the warmth with her. She didn't move though.
"Dimitri, I'm tired," she said so suddenly it caught my off guard.
I pulled back a little to look at her.
"Um…you can go to bed if you-"
"No, not like that. I mean I'm tired of being scared and afraid and constantly looking over my shoulder. You said this vacation wouldn't have anything to do with work or worrying, that it was just about relaxing for once and being happy."
She looked up at me with her eyes so big, waiting for me to motion her to continue.
" Yes."
"Then that's what I want. I want a nice weekend where I can just have fun and be happy and relax like you said and I'd like it even more if…"
"If…"
"If for just these few days we could just be happy, together."
The last word came out in such a whisper I almost didn't hear it with the wind blowing around us. Her hair blew across her face and I pushed it back to see her clearly.
"You have a lot of ideas for this getaway don't you?"
She smiled, bashful.
I kissed the top of her head and hugged her tightly.
She just wanted to feel safe for a few days.
If I couldn't give her that then what could I do?
"Me and you this weekend," I said simply, agreeing.
She smiled up at me and hugged me really tight for a girl as small as she was.
"Tomorrow we start with Disney land," she giggled letting go and going into the hotel suite.
"Oh boy," I sighed smiling.