A/N: new chappie! yay! enjoy!

Chapter 10: Four Weeks Later

Kirill's eyes shot open, lying on his back as he stared at the ceiling of the Paris apartment he'd been in for at least four weeks…with Lily. He wasn't sure what woke him up, but it was something. He looked at the head of brunette hair that lay next to him, the body curled up under the covers as she slept soundly. He had an urge to reach out and stroke her hair, but like with many nights before, he resisted the urge.

Something woke him up, and he was ready to find out what it was. Looking away from Lily, he slowly and now easily sat up to swing his legs over the side of the bed and stood to step toward the door and into the living room. The room was dark, with only the moonlight to illuminate the room as he slowly padded through the room, checking every place someone might hide. He'd left his gun under his pillow, but it didn't matter…he could take care of anyone with his bare hands.

He stepped back to the couch and scanned the room from one spot.

"Kirill?"

He whirled around to face the bedroom door at the sound of the raw, timid voice and saw Lily framed in the doorway, rubbing her eyes tiredly, one of his shirts draping from her slim shoulders all the way down to brush the tops of her knees.

"What's wrong?" she asked, lowering a hand to scratch at her mussed hair.

"Nichego," he shook his head slightly as he began looking around again, making Lily smirk as she stepped toward him and gently placed her hands on his bare chest, making him shoot his gaze to her as she only slide her arms around him, setting her cheek against his chest.

"Eto ne pohozhe nichego," (It doesn't seem like nothing) she murmured.

Kirill closed his eyes, forcing a groan down in his throat at hearing her speak Russian. She'd learned a lot from their lessons over the past few weeks, but he was worried he'd jump her if she spoke too much.

"Kirill?"

His eyes shot open and he looked at her with wide eyes as she frowned up at him.

"I'm fine, dorogoĭ," he murmured as she set her chin on his chest, still looking at him.

"Then come back to bed," she murmured, slipping away from him to take his large hand in two of her smaller ones to pull him toward the bedroom. "It's cold in there."

Kirill allowed her to lead him to the bed and she plopped onto the mattress, bouncing slightly as she let his hand go and patted the mattress to entreat him to sit. It still amazed him how she trusted him, even when he barely trusted himself. Night after night he slept next to her, and night after night he somehow kept himself from jumping her, even when she teased him by kissing him so deeply and passionately that his head was spinning before smiling and bidding him good night.

Sighing inwardly he sat then laid back and lifted an arm toward Lily as she sat next to him. Grinning, she laid down into the curve of his body and snuggled close as his arm wrapped around her, pulling the covers over them. Lily sighed as she lifted a hand and traced the scar in his shoulder, where he'd been shot.

"Do you find my scar that interesting?" he smirked and she smiled up at him, smoothing her hand down his chest and driving him almost out of his mind.

"Sort of," she sighed, snuggling her cheek to his chest and hugging him close before yawning, "I've always liked scars. I think they're hot."

Good God, does she mean to kill me? Kirill groaned inwardly.

"You know, this is the fifth time you've gotten up in the middle of the night because of 'nothing'," she observed.

"Something woke me," he explained, slipping both his arms around her. "I had to make sure we were alone."

"They haven't come after us in a while, though," she noticed, shifting to look at him. "Are you still that paranoid?"

"It is not paranoia," he argued, gently.

"Well, what would you call it?" Lily smirked, jokingly.

"You can't be too careful, Lily," he replied. "Someone could strike at any moment."

Lily gave a small shrug before lowering her head to his chest again and they sat in silence for a moment before she breathed, "You're worried it'll be him, aren't you?"

She felt Kirill's hand slightly clench onto her shoulder but said nothing about it.

"It could be anyone," he answered, vaguely.

"If he didn't kill you while you were nearly dead, he's not gonna come after you to do it," she theorized. "I'm sure he has better things to do."

"Please, stop talking about Bourne," Kirill sighed in exasperation.

"Alright," Lily consented, before shifting her head, still laying on his chest as he looked down at her. "Mogu li ya poluchit΄ horoshiĭ potseluĭ noch΄?" (Can I get a good night kiss?)

Kirill stifled a growl before planting his lips to hers, making her squeak in surprise, but she melted into the kiss, gladly returning it. His tongue explored her mouth as he moved to roll them and pin her onto the mattress. His mouth had control over her for only a moment before she realized what was about to happen and she hummed into his mouth, warningly.

"Kirill…" she muttered against his mouth as her hands ran to his shoulders to gently push him up. Lost in his passion, he hardly registered that she was trying to stop him before he pulled his mouth away from hers to trail his lips down her jaw and neck. "Kirill…I-I don't know if I can…"

"You don't have to, krasivyĭ," he murmured against her ear, his tone hinting that he was almost pained at the thought of stopping, and she didn't fail to notice it.

"That's a word you haven't taught me yet," she smiled, trying to change the subject. "What'd you say?"

He ran his full lips over her neck in an open-mouthed kiss, making her whimper and move her hands to his head to run her fingers through his hair which had grown out slightly in the past four weeks.

"I…" she breathed and swallowed before she continued, "I guess your injuries are pretty much healed now, huh? I haven't had to wait on you for a week."

"Da," he breathed against her neck before pressing tender kisses to her skin.

"Kirill, why do you do this?" she groaned, making him freeze and look up at her with a frown. "You always tease me then pull away just when I'm ready to give in. I can't take it anymo-"

She cut herself off with a squeak when he captured her lips into a passionate kiss which she instantly melted into, letting her hands thread through his hair again.

"Vy ne predstavlyaete, kak priyatno eti slova zvuk iz ust vashih," (You have no idea how sweet those words sound coming out of your mouth) he groaned against her mouth, making her moan at hearing him speak Russian before she frowned and tried pulling away from his mouth to speak.

"What'd you say?" she breathed as his mouth attacked her neck again, still holding him close by his head. "I only caught a few words, but I…I'm not that good at Russian yet."

"I was just thanking God you said that," he breathed against her ear, making her shudder. "You make me feel the same way."

Lily didn't bother with any more words. Her hands instantly went to Kirill's pants as his began pulling the short she wore over her head, his mouth never leaving hers for the rest of the night.

Morning...

Kirill frowned against the sunlight that poured into the bedroom from the window and turned away to wrap an arm the sleeping body next to him. He reached an arm out but came up empty. His frowned deepened, his eyes still closed as he only felt sheets beneath his hands. Opening one eye he found that he was, in fact, alone in the bed, tangled in the disheveled sheets.

Where was Lily?

He sat up and looked around the room, his heart skipping in panic. What if she hadn't wanted what happened last night and upon realizing that, she'd left? He couldn't understand that conclusion at all, though. He'd been attentive, hadn't he? He certainly thought so.

She's probably somewhere else in the apartment, moron, he thought.

That thought spurred him to stand from the bed and quickly find his pants which Lily had nearly torn off of him. He didn't think such a slight woman word be so…aggressive. He quickly made his way into the living room.

She wasn't there.

He tried the bathroom next.

Nothing.

Finally he padded toward the kitchen and almost sighed audibly in relief. There she was…trying to manage the stove. She growled and kicked the thing, only to wince and hop toward the dining room table to sit and cradle her foot.

"Ow," she groaned, squeezing her toes in one hand while holding her heel on her knee with the other. Kirill couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle that drew her wide eyed gaze to him as he stepped toward her with a small smirk and she pouted as she muttered, "I thought you were asleep."

"I was," he replied, kneeling in front of her to gently pull her hands from her foot and take it into his own. "I came looking for you when I woke up alone."

"I was trying to surprise you with breakfast in bed," she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest, the shirt she'd been wearing last night before Kirill had pulled it off of her dangerously close to revealing the place her thighs led to. "I can't work your stupid stove. And I stubbed my toe when I kicked it."

"This toe?" he wondered, gently placing a finger on her big toe and she frowned but nodded before he gave a slight smirk and leaned forward to gently kiss it before he began a trail up her leg, setting her foot down when he reached her knee.

"Kirill…" Lily sighed, letting her eyes flutter shut for a moment before looking down at him and placing a hand on his cheek when he looked back at her as she smiled, "I'm still tired from last night."

Kirill couldn't help the grin of pride that spread over his face before he leaned toward her lips and kissed her passionately, his hands slowly trailing up her leg to slip around her waist under the shirt as he stood on his knees and she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. He stood effortlessly, taking her with him as he spun around and sat in the chair, never breaking their kiss. Lily moaned when his hands ran up her back to pull her closer before they pulled away for breath, and she turned to leaving kisses against his scruffy jaw line, giggling at the way his partial beard tickled her face.

"You need to shave," she smiled.

"Da," he agreed, breathlessly before he moved his head to start sucking on her neck and making her moan.

"God, your lips are addicting," she sighed, lulling her head to the side to allow him better access to her neck, her hands sliding down his chest as he still held her close. "I could stay like this all day."

"Da," Kirill growled again, thinking that was the best idea she'd ever had since they'd met.

"We need food," she murmured, tracing circles over his smooth chest and making him moan against her neck in arousal.

He suddenly froze, slowly lifting his head to look around the room and making her frown.

"Kirill?" she called gently, but he didn't look at her. "What's wrong?"

"Get in the bedroom," he suddenly ordered firmly, standing and placing her on her feet as he did, still not looking at her.

Lily knew that tone, even though she hadn't heard it in four weeks, she still knew it. Something was going to happen. Without argument Lily turned to hurry into the bedroom only to have her path blocked by a large man in the doorway, making her gasp. Kirill shot his gaze at her and saw the man grab her arm to twist it and pull her back against him. He moved to help her, but the cocking of two guns, one to Lily's head, the other from his left, stopped him. He didn't even move his head, he only turned his gaze to another not-so-large man standing to his left with a gun pointed at him.

"Hello, Kirill," the man with chocolate brown hair and sea-green eyes smirked, evilly.

"Daniel," Kirill ground out as Lily's shuddered breaths were the only other sound in the room besides their talking.

"I'm flattered you remember me," Daniel replied, sarcastically. "I didn't think you would after your little stunt on the San Francisco bridge. I should've put a bullet in you when I had the chance."

"What do you want?" Kirill snarled. Daniel looked around in dramatic thought before his eyes settled on Lily and his devious smirk returned as he looked back at Kirill.

"Your woman," he replied, menacingly. Kirill shot his burning gaze at the other man at that. "And depending on how she does, I might not take both your lives."

"Go to hell, you bastard!" Lily spat, making Kirill look to her with wide eyes. He thought she'd be too afraid to even breathe let alone speak. Daniel turned a smirk to her as he scoffed.

"I may just when this is all over," he replied, coolly as he stepped toward her, his partner's hand still clamped to her arm. He leaned toward her ear and Kirill moved to take advantage of the fact that his back was turned but the huge man quickly trained his gun on him, stopping him. "You gave me a good show last night, you naughty little thing. I wanna be part of it now."

"Bite me you jerk," Lily snarled, but inside, she was trembling in more fear than she wanted to express.

"Oh, I will, baby," Daniel murmured, lifting his gun to move some of her hair from her exposed shoulder where her sleeve was being pulled down by the man behind her. He gently kissed her skin, making her blanche as he continued, "Count on it."

"This has nothing to do with her," Kirill snapped, drawing another devious smirk from Daniel as he stood tall and turned to the other man. "Leave her out of this."

"Wish I could," Daniel sighed with a shrug and a shake of his head. "But seeing as there's a reward on the both of you, that'll be hard to do."

"What are you blabbing about you son of a bitch?" Lily snapped, but Kirill didn't react, making Daniel smirk a little wider.

"What, sugar? He didn't tell you?" he wondered before turning to her again. "Your Russian Tartlet here was offered his job back." Lily's eyes shot wide to Kirill as Daniel continued, "You would've been safe from harm if he took the offer, and he was told there'd be a man hunt for the both of you if he didn't take it. But, he decided not to, as you can probably tell." He looked back at Lily's wide eyes that were on Kirill and said, "You wouldn't be here if he had just taken his job back."

Lily swallowed, her eyes shrinking down to normal size as she looked back at Daniel and ground out, "If you touch me, he's going to kill you."

"Can't do that when you're all tied up," Daniel shrugged and nodded to the man behind her who shoved her at Daniel and marched toward Kirill.

"No-!"

Lily struggled to be free of Daniel's grip but he was too strong and all she could do was tug and pull on her arm to free herself as she watched Kirill being shoved and tied to the chair with duct tape, tears filling her eyes.

"I like fight in my girls, but you better not be this fidgety when I get you on your back in there," Daniel complained, nodding toward the bedroom, and that made her struggle harder as the huge man stepped away from Kirill. "He securely bound?"

The man only nodded, to which Daniel nodded back before turning and pulling a still struggling Lily toward the bedroom.

Kirill found a sharp edge in the design of the chair he was bound to and quickly started filing the duct tape around his wrists against it, watching the other man find a seat and sit himself, his gun aimed at Kirill. He didn't notice the movement behind him, and Kirill was supremely glad of that. As much as he wanted to fume right now, he had to keep his head and think clearly to get out of this and rescue Lily.

A scream from the bedroom quickened Kirill's work on the tape as the other man looked toward the doorway Daniel had disappeared through, his gun lowering a bit. Kirill thought of how he could get the tape around his chest and shoulders off when there was another scream and he clenched his fists so tight, he was sure his nails would draw blood from his palms.

The tape was filed down to the point where he was able to pull his wrists apart enough so that it would snap. It worked and he glanced at the man next to him who was still staring at the door way before slowly bringing one hand around to slip into his pants pocket where he kept a Swiss Army knife. Once he found it, and slowly pulled it out, he knew he'd have to be quick. Flipping the knife out he played the actions in his head once, trying to ignore the sound of Lily screaming and struggling to be free of Daniel in the bedroom.

He counted down from three before bring the knife up and cutting the tape which drew his captor's attention and made him lift his gun to aim. He was too slow to pull the trigger before Kirill whirled the tape from off of him and tackled the man to the floor, stabbing him in the gut and shocking him with the action so that he was able to slit his throat.

Kirill stood and was about to run to the bedroom when a sound stopped his feet and his heart.

A single gunshot.

A/N: i wrote this at two in the morning, and i think it came out pretty well...not to mention my cute little twist there. lol! reviews?