A/N: new chappie! enjoy!
Chapter 3: Ally
"Man alive! This country is cold!" Lily hissed through chattering teeth as she rubbed her arms. She'd left her warmest jacket in her apartment, and her bundle of thin sweaters were doing her no good. "H-How do you l-live in this?"
"We dress warmer," Kirill retorted, stripping off his jacket as they still walked down the street. He threw his jacket over her shoulders and wrapped it securely around her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as well.
"A-Aren't you gonna be c-cold?" she asked, looking up at him in wonder.
"I live here," he replied, not looking back at her, his eyes darting around at the surroundings. "A little cold weather can't bother me."
"A little?!" Lily squeaked. "It's freakin' freezing!"
"For an American," he retorted and she glared up at him but couldn't help giving a small smirk as she looked away from his smirk.
White flecks suddenly came into her vision and she looked up to watch snow fall on and around them. She blinked rapidly when a few snowflakes fell on her eyelashes then gave a giggle as she stopped, still looking up and making Kirill stop as well to frown at her in wonder.
"What are you doing?" he asked as she grinned up at the sky. She giggled in response and stuck her tongue out, still looking up. Kirill looked around to make sure they weren't being watched for an ambush before turning back to her, not letting go of her. "We don't have time for this."
"Try it," she grinned, not looking at him. "It's fun!"
He glared at her for a moment as she only stared up at the sky, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. He gave a small sigh and shook his head, fighting a chill that slid up his spine from the cold. He glanced around, still making sure no one who looked like an enemy would try to stack them.
"Come on, Kirill," Lily urged, pulling on his arm until he looked at her grinning face, her cheeks and nose red from the cold. "Catch a snowflake!"
He sighed in defeat and glanced around once more before tilting his head back and sticking his tongue out. Lily giggled as he felt a few cold flakes fall to his tongue and he quickly pulled it back in to look at her, feeling the flakes melt in his mouth and slide down his throat.
"Now may we go?" he asked, irritably and she nodded, giggling again which made him frown again and ask, "What is so funny?"
She only giggled again and lifted a hand to his face. Her finger brushed against the tip of his nose as he still frowned at her.
"You had a snowflake on your nose," she smiled, sweetly and for a moment, Kirill couldn't take his eyes off of her sweet face. The hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end and he whirled around, his gaze darting everywhere. Someone was coming. "Kirill?"
He said nothing as he grabbed her hand and started marching down the street, Lily stumbling behind him. She said nothing as he pulled her down an alley, but she did look back over her shoulder once they rounded the alleyway and he sensed it.
"Don't look back!" he spat and she instantly whipped her gaze forward again. She hadn't seen anyone following them, but it didn't matter. Kirill knew they were being followed. He yanked her closer as they still headed down the alley and pulled her under his arm again as she had been earlier, ignoring the pain in his side at his broken ribs. "They'll know we're on to them if you look back, and they'll know what you look like."
"If they don't already," she murmured more to herself then to him, but he still heard, and it made his heart tighten slightly in guilt. Stopping at the end of the alley he swiveled his head from right to left before he turned them left and down the street. "Think we lost him?"
"We can't chance it," he replied, ducking them into another alley. He marched them toward a door in the middle of the alley, sunken into the wall where he inserted Lily before stepping next to her.
"Take this," she whispered, shoving a hand into the jacket pocket and pulling out his gun to hand it to him, holding it by the barrel and he took it as she pulled the hood of his sweater over his head. "You can at least try to hide your face."
"Stay here," he ordered, cocking the gun as quietly as he could.
"You're not gonna go out there, are you?!" she hissed, making him shoot a wide-eyed gaze at her. "What if there's more than one guy?!"
"I've taken out several at one time, devushka," he retorted. "More than one is no problem."
"Show off," she muttered as he moved to peek into the alley.
Lily quickly pulled him back to face her as he gave her an incredulous frown but she said nothing before she pressed a kiss to his lips then shoved him back the way he'd been facing. He quickly regained himself from the shock of the kiss and tilted his head enough to look down the alley. He pulled back slightly when a coated figure stepped down the alley.
"No matter what happens," he murmured, but didn't look at her as he stepped out fully into the alley, "stay hidden. If I don't come back for in two minutes…" He stopped in the middle of the alley and turned to her, "…run."
Lily swallowed but nodded, tears glinting in her eyes. He turned to look down the alley again and stalked toward the figure coming toward him. His fingers gripping the handle of the gun, tightly as he came closer. The figure, whose back was toward the light, stopped a few yards away from Kirill who stopped only a few feet from where Lily was hiding, a shaft of light a step ahead of the shadowed figure. Only when Kirill saw the figure's hands move did he lift his gun to aim but didn't pull the trigger as the figure only held his hands at his head in surrender.
"Ya bezoruzhnyĭ." (I'm unarmed)
"Kto vy?" (Who are you?)
The figure took a step into the shaft of light in front of him, his hands still raised. The man had a smirk over his lips, his ice blue eyes twinkling below strands of dark brown hair.
Kirill sighed in exasperation, lowering his gun but not pocketing it as he glared at the man and named him, "Nikolai."
"Udivleny?" (Surprised?)
"Ya mog by ubit´ vas." (I could have killed you)
"Ya udivlen, chto vy ne." (I'm surprised you didn't)
Nikolai stepped closer to Kirill, lowering his hands as the other man only stayed in his spot.
"Chto vy hotite?" (What do you want?)
Nikolai shrugged, replying, "Pomoch´." (To help)
"Mne ne nuzhna pomoshch´," (I don't need help) Kirill snapped.
Nikolai didn't respond right away as he glanced behind Kirill and smirked, "Pochemu by nam ne poprosit´ vashego druga, chto ona dumaet?" (Why don't we ask your friend what she thinks?)
Kirill instantly turned to see Lily peeking out from her hiding place but not moving toward the men. He gave a small sigh but waved her toward him with the gun in his hand. She seemed unfazed by the weapon as she slowly crept from her hiding place to stand behind Kirill, gripping his right arm as she examined the stranger in front of them.
"Nikolai Petrov, meet Lily Kendall," Kirill introduced, waving the gun nonchalantly between the two. Nikolai smiled warmly at Lily, holding out his hand for her to shake.
"Nice meet you," he smiled in a thick Russian accent. Lily glanced at his hand but didn't shake it, opting to slip farther behind Kirill. The other man smirked as he lowered his hand, speaking to Kirill, "Ostorozhnyee, na prada li?" (Cautious, isn't she?)
"Posle dnya ona byla, ya ne mogu vinit´ yee," (After the day she's had, I can't blame her) Kirill retorted.
"Quit talking about me in Russian," Lily muttered into Kirill's sleeve. "It's rude."
"Well, where are my manners?" Nikolai shot back at her before turning to Kirill again. "You need a place to stay?"
"We're leaving the country," Kirill replied, to which Nikolai shook his head.
"Not today, you're not," he argued. "Haven't you heard the weather reports?" Kirill shook his head, mutely. "There's a bad storm blowing in. No flights in or out until tomorrow afternoon."
Kirill instantly started cursing in Russian as Lily shot a wide-eyed gaze at him in panic.
"You should stay at my place," Nikolai offered. "No one would think to look for you there."
"I'd rather stay in a hotel," Kirill muttered.
"That's the first place they'll look," Nikolai warned. "Stay at my place. It's the safest place for you both."
Kirill glared at the other man before looking away in thought as Lily stayed silent throughout the conversation. Nikolai had a point. His place was below his usual Gentleman's Club, which Nikolai just happened to be the owner of. Even if his enemies searched for him there, they wouldn't find him. Not unless Nikolai led them to him. But Nikolai knew he'd be dead if he did that.
"Alright," he nearly groaned, making Nikolai smirk. "But don't try sending any girls down there like last time."
"You're a popular man, mal´chik-lyubovnik," Nikolai smirked as he turned to head back down the alley, Kirill and Lily following him.
"What did he call you?" she whispered, making Kirill glance at her before turning a burning gaze to the back of Nikolai's head, gritting his teeth.
"Lover-boy," he ground out and Lily couldn't help but giggle. He shot his burning gaze at her and she slapped a hand over her mouth but it only made her laugh a little harder. He sighed in exasperation as the three rounded the corner and slid her under his arm as he stepped next to Nikolai, sandwiched between them.
"Gretkov?" Kirill wondered and Nikolai glanced to Lily before looking at the other man again.
"On uzhe arestovany." (He's been arrested)
"Vy slyshali ob avarii v tunnele?" (You hear about the accident in the tunnel?)
"Da." Nikolai glanced over his shoulder before continuing, "Vot pochemu ya prishel k vam sami." (That's why I came looking for you)
"Vy znali, chto eto ya?" (You knew it was me?)
Nikolai gave his friend a blank look as he replied, "Nikto ne mog sdelat´ takoĭ ushcherb." (No one else could do that kind of damage)
Kirill gave a sneer as Nikolai stopped, looking around the street and Kirill looked at Lily when he felt a tug on his sleeve. She beckoned him closer making him frown at her but he leaned toward her anyway.
"I like hearing you speak Russian," she whispered, then quickly looked away when he still frowned at her.
Why did she tell me that? He wondered, but he couldn't help smirking at her blush as she tried not to look at him.
"I hope you two don't mind sleeping in the same bed," Nikolai said, hailing a taxi. "There's only one."
"We're fine," Kirill replied before Lily could say anything. She pulled him aside as the taxi pulled up, making Kirill frown at her.
"We're not 'fine'," she whispered. "I'm not the kind of girl."
"I don't expect anything from you," he replied, quietly. "We can sleep fully clothed, if you want to."
"Hey!" Nikolai called and the two shot their gazes at him as he stood beside the open back door of a taxi. "You guys coming or what?!"
Kirill nodded and grabbed Lily's hand to drag her toward the taxi. She climbed in the back first, Kirill after her with Nikolai coming in last and shutting the door. He told the cabbie where to go in Russian as Kirill stared at Lily in the cramped back seat and she glanced out the window before looking at him with a small frown.
"What?" she wondered.
He glanced toward Nikolai before shifting to rest his left arm around her shoulders and face her as her frown deepened. Her heart jumped when he leaned toward her ear.
"I wouldn't trust him with my sister if I had one," he whispered so low she almost didn't hear him. "He especially likes foreign girls. If he thinks you're my girl, he won't even breathe near you, let alone touch you."
Lily glanced at Nikolai over Kirill's shoulder as he didn't move away from pinning her in her corner and she swallowed before looking away from the other man.
"Why would he stay away from me if he thought I was your girl?" she whispered back as he pulled away enough to look her in the eyes, their faces so close she could feel his warm breath fanning her cheeks.
"Because he knows I'd kill him if he touched what was mine," he replied.
"How long do you think this little lie of ours is gonna protect me?" she whispered, licking her lips as her eyes scanned over his face before settling on his lips.
"One night," he whispered, matching her gaze. "That's all we need. We'll be out of the country by tomorrow night, anyway."
"One night?"
"One night, devushka," he almost growled and Lily shivered at the sound of it.
"W-What does devushka mean?" she murmured. "You've called me that twice, now. It's something mean, isn't it?"
"I thought you were studying Russian," he recalled.
"My first class was supposed to be today," she replied. "I only know 'yes,' 'no' and 'good-bye'."
Kirill scoffed and glanced over his shoulder to glance at Nikolai before leaning toward her and whispering into her ear, "It means 'girl'."
Lily swallowed nervously at his close proximity before sputtering, "O-Oh."
"Since you like my Russian, would you like to tell me what to call you?" he couldn't help but smirk, his mouth almost completely against the shell of her ear. He noticed he might have been playing this up a little too much.
"I don't know what sounds good in Russian," she admitted, breathlessly.
"Suggest something and I'll say it," he advised but she set a hand on his shoulder to gently push him away making him frown.
"Why are you doing this?" she whispered, making his frown deepen. "Do you really have to go so far? I mean, he probably thinks we're together already."
Kirill hesitated before leaning next to her ear again. She probably wouldn't believe him but it was the truth.
"A man like me doesn't find many girls willing to be mine," he whispered. "I have to exaggerate a little. Try to bear it, please."
"Vse v poryadke?" (Everything alright?)
Kirill pulled away to look over his shoulder at Nikolai. He could see the smug smirk on the bastard's face. He was hoping to witness a break-up.
"My shtraf," (We're fine) Kirill snapped slightly and turned back to Lily who was frowning at him in wonder.
Without a word he planted his lips to hers, making her squeak in surprise but she didn't pull away. Kirill shifted but groaned at the pain in his side as Lily began to melt into the kiss, shifting to make him more comfortable when he groaned. Nikolai sneered in disappointment and turned to gaze out his window.
The two next to him, however, didn't seem to notice that he'd turned away as Kirill's tongue suddenly slipped between Lily's lips, making her moan as her fingers dug into his chest. He explored her mouth for a moment before finally pulling away and meeting her gaze.
"Do you forgive me, malen´kaya?" he murmured, now loud enough for Nikolai to hear if he was listening.
"Da," Lily smiled in amusement. She really couldn't see this man being so mushy if she were really his girl. "Now what did you call me?"
"Little one," he replied honestly and he couldn't believe it when his heart skipped at the sight of the smile she gave.
"I like that better," she whispered. He gave the smallest smirk and kissed her temple for Nikolai's benefit, but also because he just couldn't help himself.
A/N: and there's that. reviews?