A/N: wow, sorry this took so long, but here it is! new chappie! enjoy!
Chapter 7: Airport Cover
"Sure you don't need help?" Sasha called from the driver's seat of her car as Lily and Kirill got out of the back seat at the airport.
"Yes, we're sure, thank you," Lily almost snapped before almost slamming the door and gently pulling Kirill into the airport. He gave a chuckle as they shuffled through the lobby, making her frown at him, stopping them. "What's so funny?"
"You," he scoffed with a small smirk. "Your face is almost as green as your eyes."
"What are you talking about?"
"You're jealous, malen´kaya," he explained and she gave a frown before shaking her head with a smirk and a scoff.
"And what, pray tell, am I jealous of?" she wondered, walking them toward an empty bench against the wall to sit them down.
"Not what," Kirill groaned as he sat, Lily next to him. "Who." She frowned at him again as he continued, "When I was speaking to Sasha you were merciless in handling my shoulder."
"I didn't make it any worse," she pouted slightly, knowing she had been caught.
"No, but you certainly didn't make it any better before bandaging it, moĭ dorogoĭ," he retorted.
"Hey," she chirped, holding an index finger up to his face, warningly. "If I don't know what it means, you're not allowed to say it." Kirill raised a brow of amusement at her as she lowered her hand, her gaze following to her lap at his intense stare as she murmured, "What does it mean?"
"I don't think I'll tell you just yet," he smirked and she shot her gaze back to him. "But don't worry, I'm not calling you anything offensive." Lily looked down at her lap to twiddle her fingers again and he leaned toward her to whisper, "Ya dolzhen priznat´sya, revnost´ zastavlyaet vas vyglyadet´ yeshcha krasivyee." (I have to admit, jealousy makes you look even more beautiful)
Lily swallowed before opening her mouth to speak but no sound came out. He raised his brows at her expectantly as she cleared her throat and sputtered, "L-Look, if you're gonna be talking to me in random Russian like that, then you're gonna have to teach me the language so I can tell you off because I know you're saying mean things to me."
"Not at all, malen´kaya," he murmured, leaning closer still toward her face. "It's all good things, I promise."
"Then why not just say them in English?" she breathed, her gaze falling to her lips as he still leaned toward her.
"You said you liked my Russian," he reminded her, a breath away from her lips. "But if you don't like it---"
"I never said that!" she cut in hastily, her eyes widening in panic and Kirill couldn't help but smirk as they remained close. "I just think you should teach me Russian since we're gonna have time."
"I can do that," he nodded, more than willing to hear her speak Russian to him. "But first, we have to get to our gate."
"You have our boarding passes?" she guessed.
"Da," he nodded, reaching toward the pocket he'd stuck them in only to groan in pain.
"Let me," Lily suggested and slid a hand into the pocket he'd reached for before he could answer.
He watched her, holding back a groan as he felt her hand rummaging through his pocket. She sucked her teeth in disappointment when it seemed she couldn't find them and moved to her hand out of his pocket but one of his hands came up to place itself gently on her shoulder, making her look up at him with a frown. Kirill said nothing as he lifted his hand from her shoulder to stroke a long, slender finger down her cheek, her freckles disappearing under a blush of red as their gazes locked.
"Prekrasnyĭ," (Beautiful) he murmured before closing the gap and pressing his lips gently to hers.
Her breathed hitched but she didn't pull away as the hand the had stroked her cheek slid its fingers around the back of her neck, his thumb stroking her cheek as he pulled her closer, his mouth moving against hers, coaxing her out of her shock to kiss him back. She inhaled deeply before parting her lips to allow his tongue to enter, moaning when it did to dance with her own. A moment later they parted for breath and stared at each other, breathing heavily.
"Was somebody gonna recognize you again?" she wondered and he shook his head.
"Net," he breathed before swallowing.
"Then why'd you do that?"
Kirill's eyes scanned over her face before leaning in again and pressing his mouth against the shell of her ear, making her sigh before her breath quickened.
"Because I wanted to," he whispered.
"Well, I'm glad you did," she whispered back and he couldn't help but smirk. "Because if you didn't I was going to."
He gave a small scoff before pressing a kiss to her cheek and pulling away to murmur, "We have to go."
Lily nodded and reached into the pocket she'd been digging through as he smiled at her, watching her intently. She pursed the tip of her tongue between her lips at the corner of her mouth as she searched for their boarding passes and he couldn't believe how cute he thought she looked. She grinned with a delighted 'ah-ha' as she pulled the papers out and unfolded them.
"So, we have lots of time to figure out what we're gonna do," she smiled, handing his boarding pass to him.
"We'll need some sort of cover," he said, slipping his hand into his pocket to touch the handle of his gun. He suddenly smirked, coming up with an idea, making Lily frown at him in wonder.
"All this to smuggle in a couple of guns?" Lily muttered as Kirill held on to her arm, walking her through the airport toward security. Her hands were bound in front of her with plastic ties Kirill had found in his pockets, her hair a tousled mess and she wore Kirill's sweat jacket he'd cleaned of blood in the bathroom as he now wore his lather coat, both guns in each pocket.
"Not just that, malen´kaya," he murmured, keeping his eyes on his surroundings. "Anyone watching us will think I'm still emplyed and taking a prisoner to France."
"If only it were that simple with you, Kirill," she retorted and he glared at her before pulling her aside, out of sight in a corner.
"Listen," he urged and waited for her to nod as she blew a wisp of hair from her face. "You are a French girl here illegally, a wanted thief by the French government. You have an attitude problem and issues with authority."
"Is this really necessary?" she almost whined, scratching at the ties around her wrists.
"Yes, moĭ dorogoĭ," he murmured, stepping closer to her and adjusting the ties so they wouldn't dig into her wrists so harshly. "In order to keep our guns and possibly get out of the country without any problems we need to have a believable cover."
"And this is what you come up with?" Lily whispered. "Making me a thief?! A criminal?!"
"Once we're on the plane you can return to your normal, adorable self, but for now, you must do this," he explained and frowned when she suddenly smiled. "What?"
"You think I'm adorable," she grinned, biting her lower lip and he sighed at himself for letting that slip out.
"Focus, Lily," he urged and she instantly straightened, nodding definitely and he nodded in approval as he pulled her into the open again.
"Pourquoi ai-je retrouver avec une secousse de Russie pour une escorte?" (Why did I end up with a jerk Russian for an escort?) Lily muttered, suddenly up for the role play and catching Kirill off guard, but he quickly regained himself.
"Essayez de ne pas jouer trop fort," (Try not to play it up too much) he advised and she gave him a sideways glance, smirking as she did.
"Ces choses sont bien sorrés," (These things are tight) Lily grumbled, making a scene in front of the attendant as they sat at the gate and she scratched at her wrists before hitting Kirill's arm, but making it look harder than it was as she asked, "Desserrer cela en compte pour moi?" (Loosen these up for me?)
"Pas de chance, voleur," (Not a chance, thief) Kirill replied, gazing around the airport and Lily slouched in her seat, pouting effectively.
They'd gotten through security well enough, all that was left was to get through the next few hours withoutany trouble. Kirill hoped he wou;dn't have to make a scene.
"J'ai faim," Lily whined dramatically, holding her stomach as she turned to Kirill. "Ne pouvons-nous obtenir quelque chose á manger?" (Can't we get something to eat?)
Kirill turned to reply when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up. He didn't turn from Lily as he nodded, "Oui. Pour vous empêcher de pleunicher dans le rested u vol." (Yes. To keep you from whining the rest of the flight)
He pulled her to her feet roughly by the arm and she frowned at him in wonder as he pulled her along the shops and restaurants to their right.
"Kirill?"
"We're being followed," he reported in a low voice. "Don't look back, just pretend to struggle a bit."
She did as she was told and every few steps she would try to yank her arm from his grip, dramatically. He held on to her as his gaze darted around the airport for cover. Somewhere at least for Lily to hide until he lost their tail. He spotted a coffee shop just around a corner they were coming up on and pulled her a little closer so she could hear him whisper.
"Count three steps then pull away from me," he instructed. "I'll let you go and you take off running into the coffee shop around the corner. They'll follow me, ot you. I'll come for you once I've taken care of it."
"But---"
"Do as I say," he cut in, firmly.
Lily swallowed and nodded slightly. She caught the coffee shop in her sights before counting, mouthing the count so Kirill could prepare himself.
One…two…three…
She yanked her arm from his loosened grip and bolted for the shop. Kirill pretended to be astonished for a moment before taking off after her. He saw Lily dart into the shop, but turned his head at such an angle that it looked like he missed her.
He stopped for a split second, pretending to look around before heading into a small bookstore. He knew his tail was still on him, but didn't look back at him. He acted like he was looking for Lily, slipping both hands into his coat pockets.
Rounding a shelf of magazines, he spotted his tail pretending to thumb through a book. Kirill continued to act like he was looking around the store until the man following him looked away for a moment and Kirill ducked low, out of sight. He felt a satisfied thrill when the man started to panic, looking for his target. Kirill slid a gun from his pocket as he crept up on the man, stood behind him and jabbed the thing into her back, his free hand clamping onto the other man's arm to keep him still.
"Ne otorvat´ glaz ot vashyeĭ tselevoĭ," (Don't take your eye off your target) Kirill mocked in his ear, pushing the barrel of the gun deeper into the man's back. "Hvostohranilishcha shkole odin nol ´odin." (Tailing school one-oh-one)
Kirill grabbed the man's collar and spun him around to face him, the gun now at his gut, his back on the shelf they were standing in front of.
"Chto vy hotite?" (What do you want?)
"U menya yest´." (I have a message)
"Ot kogo?" (From who?)
"Gretkov."
Kirill's eyes shot wide in surprise, but it quickly shifted to anger as he rammed the gun deeper into the man's gut, growling, "Ye ne hochu slyshat´, chto ublyudok dolzhen mne skazat´." (I don't wanna hear anything that bastard has to say to me)
"On hochet, chtoby vyzvolit´ yego iz tyur´my," (He wants you to get him out of jail) the messenger continued. "On govorit, chto vy budete platit´ bol´she, chem rabota Borna." (He says he'll pay you more than the Bourne job)
That made Kirill pull the gun back a bit. Gretkov would pay him more than he had for a job he hadn't even pulled smoothly? He must have been desperate. Then again…
He shoved the gun back to its place and asked, "Chto delat´, yesli ya ne budu prinimat´ predlozhenie?" (What if I don't take the offer?)
"Togda vy budete ohotilis´ vseh i ih brat, za bol´shuyu nagradu za vashu golovu, a malo podrugi." (Then you'll be hunted by everyone and their brother for a big bounty on your head, and your little girlfriend's)
Kirill felt his blood start to simmer in rage at the mention of Lily, but instead of showing it, he scoffed and patted the man's face with his fingers, pocketing the gun. He glanced around the store to make sure no one was watching before gripping the man's throat in one hand and spinning him until his chest, ignoring his prior wounds and snapping the man's neck. He let him drop to the floor and marched out of the store to look for Lily.
Lily sat, huddled in a corner as she waited for Kirill to come for her. She prayed he was alright and not getting any more injuries, because she wouldn't be able to treat him with bound hands. She chewed on her lower lip as her eyes darted around the room and several people probably through she was insane, but she didn't care.
A pair of familiar shoes suddenly appeared in front of her and she shot her gaze up to see Kirill frowning down at her in wonder.
"What are you doing?" he couldn't help but frown and she tried to get up but her bound hands held her back. Kirill bent down and gripped the link of the ties between her wrists and hauled her to her feet.
"You told me to hide," she reminded him, flipping her hair out of her face only to have it fall into it again. She tried blowing it out of her face but it didn't work. Kirill couldn't help but chuckle at her and moved her hair from her face.
"Are you truly hungry?" he wondered and she nodded. "Alright, we'll get something to take back to the gate with us."
She nodded and glanced around before quickly pressing a kiss to his lips and he gave a scoff before gripping her arm and 'dragging' her from the shop. He had a feeling they'd be doing more than just kissing when they got to France.
Later...
They both shot to their feet when their flight was called, Kirill's gaze shooting everywhere. He knew they were being watched, he could feel it. He held tightly to Lily's arm and she almost told him he was hurting her, but by the way he was looking around she decided against it. They inched forward in the line as Kirill glanced to his left. He caught two men heading toward them and knew they were there for him.
"Posadochnye talony i pasporta, pozhaluĭsta," (Boarding passes and passports, please) the attendant said, startling Kirill's attention to her. He pulled his papers from his pocket and handed them to her so she could scan the pass and check the passport before handing them back to him and waiting for Lily's. Kirill looked to Lily with false irritation and nudged her arm.
"Donnez-lui vos papiers," (Give her your papers) he growled, to which Lily sarcastically held up her bound hands.
"Un peu difficile á faire lorsque vos mains sont liées, connard," (Kind of hard to do when your hands are tied, asshole) Lily convincingly spat, and Kirill glared at her and rummaged through her pockets to find the things they needed, making Lily smirk as she murmured, "Sentir ce que vous voulez?" (Feel anything you like?)
He hesitated in shock at her tone but yanked out her boarding pass and passport, acting as though he didn't care what she said. As he handed the woman the papers, he couldn't help but get a little impatient as he glanced behind him to see the men coming closer.
"Spasibo," the attendant said, handing back the papers. "Zhelaem Vam priyatnogo puteshestviya." (Have a nice flight)
"Je reçois le siege côté fenêtre," (I get the window seat) Lily announced, not moving.
"Tu pourras t'asseoir lá où jet e dis de s'asseoir," (You'll sit where I tell you to sit) Kirill spat back, shoving her forward by the back of her neck, making her stumble forward before she turned an incredulous frown at him, but he waved her forward, "Bouger!" (Get moving!)
He marched toward her, grabbing her arm again to walk her onto the plane just as the men who'd been following them were stopped because they had the wrong boarding pass. Lily caught sight of the men and looked up at Kirill.
"So that's why you were so rough with me," she muttered and he gave her a split second sideways glance.
"Sorry," he muttered.
"You'll make it up to me," she shrugged and he couldn't help but smirk as they boarded.
A/N: i know, i know. Kirill's gettin a bit OOC, but the way i figure it is he's got all this charm and charisma pent up inside him cause of his chosen occupation, and hardly any women to really test it out on who aren't hookers or sluts. lol! i mean, come on, we gotta let him have a little fun, right? reviews?