A/N: new chappie! enjoy!

Chapter 14: Safe House

Lily and Kirill held each other's hands in death grips as they marched out of the gate and into the airport. Now instead of just Kirill being alert and on edge, Lily was as well. He looked over his shoulder and spotted Penny ignoring them as she turned and calmly headed toward baggage claim. He turned back just in time to keep himself from ramming into Bourne, who was waiting for the beyond the crowd of passengers.

"Follow me," he instructed, leading the couple through the airport and toward the exit as quickly as possible. All three were thankful they didn't have any luggage to speak of except a couple carry-ons. "I called ahead for a ride."

"Trustworthy?" Kirill hoped.

"Should be," Bourne replied. "You know her."

"Drugaya zhenshchina?" (Another woman?) Lily grumbled while Kirill frowned at Bourne as they stepped out of the airport.

Bourne led them to the left, heading past other parked cars until he came to a familiar one to both Kirill and Lily…with a blonde woman leaning against the driver's side door, smoking a cigarette.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Lily muttered, seeing a now smiling Sasha as she flicked away her cigarette and opened the driver door to climb in and start the engine. "You got her?"

"She helped you before," Bourne recalled as they approached the car and he got into the front passenger's seat, Kirill and Lily heading toward the back seat.

Kirill opened the door and let Lily slide in ahead of him before he climbed in after her. Lily sighed, flipping her hair from her face in time to see Sasha throwing herself at Bourne, her lips planting to his. Lily couldn't help but smirk in triumph as Kirill settled next to her and he frowned at her before looking to the front seat and smirking subtly himself. He leaned toward her ear and nuzzled the side of her head before pressing his lips against the shell of her ear.

"Davat΄ vam idyei?" (Giving you ideas?) he murmured, making her shiver then smirk again and turn to him.

"Tol΄ko odin," (Just one) she admitted, tilting her chin up and capturing his lips with hers. He happily obliged her by returning the kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth and making her moan as her arms slipped around his neck to pull him closer.

"Ya vizhu, ty nashel druguyu devushku, chtoby narushat΄, kogda vy rabotaete ne za svoyu zhizn΄," (I see you've found another girl to violate when you're not running for your life) Sasha smirked over her shoulder as she settled back into the driver's seat, Kirill and Lily emerging from their kiss to look at her.

"To zhe devochka, Sasha," (Same girl, Sasha) Lily smiled before turning back to Kirill and starting another session of tonsil hockey with him.

"Ooh, izvinite," (Ooh, pardon me) Sasha smiled, turning away from the scene just as Lily pulled Kirill on top of her, the black-haired girl giggling when she fell back onto the seat, still in a lip-lock with Kirill who wasn't complaining.

Bourne sat silently in the front seat as Sasha drove them away from the airport and through the streets of Moscow. Halfway to their destination Kirill and lily finally sat up and settled for leaning against each other for the time being, their hands locked and resting on Kirill's knee. He looked out the window as Lily set her head on his shoulder, but he frowned when he recognized the direction they were heading.

"Where are you taking us, Bourne?" he asked, making Lily frown up at him then look to the passenger seat where Bourne sat, not looking at them.

"You'll see when we get there, Kirill," Bourne replied. "Trust me, you two will be safe there. No one will think to look for you there."

"Where exactly is 'there'?" Lily couldn't help but wonder.

"Somewhere you've been before," Bourne replied vaguely. "Don't worry about it."

"I worry about it," Lily muttered, leaning against Kirill's shoulder again as he resumed staring out the window.

He didn't bother asking anything else. He knew he wouldn't get anything more than that from his former target. It would have been the same way if roles were reversed. Sasha said nothing as she only drove them all down familiar streets that had grown strange to Kirill. Four weeks had been a long time, it seemed. They suddenly stopped in front of a building he could never forget and he straightened instantly, making Lily frown again and sit up.

"What's wrong, sladkiĭ mal΄chik?" she murmured, but Sasha heard as she shut off the engine and she smirked over her shoulder.

"'Sladkiĭ mal΄chik?'" she smirked as Bourne climbed out of the car, but Kirill didn't pay any attention and neither did Lily as she caught what he was staring at.

"What are we doing here?" she whispered as Bourne told Sasha to wait for him in the car.

"Just stay close to me," Kirill instructed, opening the door to climb out as he still held her hand. He nearly dragged her out of the car and she shut the door behind her before following Bourne into the former gentlemen's club. "What's happened to this place?"

"I bought it a week ago," Bourne replied, making the couple shoot wide-eyed gazes at him as he opened the door. "I haven't done anything with it, so it's pretty much the same as you last saw it. Except for the dead body's you left here."

"Kirill didn't kill them!" Lily snapped as they entered the dim room.

"I know," Bourne replied calmly, leading them deeper into the room. "Both of you know where the downstairs room is, I'm sure. I fixed it up a bit."

"You mean it doesn't look like a piss pot anymore?" Lily smirked as Bourne stopped next to the bar and let them pass by him a few steps before Kirill stopped and pulled Lily in front of him.

"Go downstairs," he ordered. "I'll be there in a moment."

Lily gave a frown but nodded and headed toward the downstairs room as Kirill turned to Bourne.

"Tomorrow?" Bourne guessed, reading the man's look.

"Da," Kirill nodded. "You and I alone."

"Of course," Bourne nodded. "Will you need anything?"

"A hand gun."

"Only one?"

"Only one."

"Easy enough. I'll be here for you in the morning. Early."

Kirill nodded and both men turned, Bourne heading out and Kirill heading toward the downstairs room. He took the familiar steps down to the door at the end, stepping in before shutting it behind him.

"Look, babe!" Lily grinned as she stood next to the bed unlike the rusty one that had been there four weeks ago. "There's carpet! And the light isn't just a little light bulb anymore! We could actually live here if we wanted!"

Kirill said nothing as he stripped off his jacket and tossed it onto the bed as he approached her. She looked up at him with a frown but before she could question why he wasn't saying anything, he took her face into his hands and pulled her lips onto his. She moaned and slid her arms around his neck as his hands moved to grip her waist. They both turned and she fell back onto the bed, still in their lip-lock which lasted another moment before Kirill pulled his mouth away from hers slowly and started trailing kisses down her neck as she pulled him closer.

"I don't want you to go," she breathed, neither one of them pulling away, and he didn't stop worshipping her neck with his mouth. "If you're gonna go, take me with you. I can help."

"Net," he growled, shifting so that he could lean above her and look into her wide, emerald eyes. "I won't let you get hurt, Liliya. If you go with me, you will be hurt, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself then."

"But you don't have to do this," Lily whispered, pulling her hands to either side of his face and stroking his cheeks with her thumbs. "Let someone else off him! Why does it have to be you?"

"Because I'm the one he's hunting for, Lily," he replied. "If I don't do this, he'll keep coming for us for the rest of our lives! Do you want to live like this?"

"I can't lose you!" she answered desperately, her arms throwing themselves around his neck again. "Don't you see it, Kirill? I can't live without you! If you die, I'll die! Why would you risk us both like this?"

Kirill felt her beginning to sob into his shoulder as she held him close and his hands moved from her waist to her thighs, gripping them to wrap them around him. He held her close again and shifted so that he was sitting up on the bed and she sat in his lap, her legs still wrapped around him, her arms still around him as well.

"Lyubovnik, look at me," he whispered into her black hair and she sniffled, lifting her head to stare a tear stained face at him.

"I am doing this to give us a better life," he murmured. "Could you really stand running like this for the rest of our lives?"

"As long as you are with me, safe and unharmed, I could run anywhere for as long as we needed," she shuddered. "You protect me, and I protect you. That's how it works, isn't it? We take care of each other, no matter what the score. I can't live without you. I…I love you."

Kirill held her gaze for a long moment before pulling her close and pressing his full lips to her swollen ones, softly. Lily sighed in contentment and hugged him closer for a moment before he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, both panting for breath.

"I love you, Liliya," he breathed, making her eyes widen at him, but she didn't move. "That is why I am doing this. I cannot let you live like this, and I cannot let you go with me."

"Why not?" Lily cried, ready to give in to another sobbing fit as she buried her face into his shoulder again. "I can help you!"

"No doubt," he admitted, stroking her hair with one hand and holding her close with the other. "You can patch me up when I come back to you."

"That's not what I mean, and you know it!"

"The discussion is over, Liliya," he murmured into her ear. "Now please, stop crying, da?"

"I could lose you, and you want me to stop crying?" she sobbed, not pulling away from his shoulder.

He didn't reply and instead shifted again so that he could lie on his back, his head on the pillow as Lily shifted to snuggle against him, their arms still wrapped around each other.

"I'm sorry, moya lyubov΄," he murmured into her hair as she still sobbed against him. "We won't have the peace you want until I do this."

"Just…shut up," she suddenly shuddered, lifting her head and taking his chin into one of her hands to pull it toward her face. She shifted to bring herself closer to his face and left tender kisses to his lips before pulling away for a moment to continue, "I realize I'm not gonna talk you out of this, so just shut up and make love to me before I change my mind and get really angry with you."

She planted her lips to his again and shifted to straddle him as he pulled her closer, both starting to tug at each other's clothes.

The Next Morning...

Kirill sat at the edge of the bed, leaning over to pull on his shoes on as Lily lay behind him, tangled in the sheets. He slowly stood from the bed, trying not to rock it too much and wake Lily. He was sure if she woke, she would try to talk him into staying again, and he didn't want to have to explain it to her again. He shuffled silently around the room, grabbing his jacket and finally heading toward the door.

"Kirill?"

He stopped dead just as he reached the door and turned to see Lily sitting up, tiredly rubbing her eyes and keeping the blankets around her at the same time. He couldn't keep his heart from skipping at the sight of her innocent look, even though she was naked under those sheets.

"You were gonna leave without saying goodbye?" she wondered in a raw voice as she shifted to stand from the bed, wrapping one of thick blankets around herself to approach him.

"I thought we'd done that last night," he recalled, not moving as she stood in front of him and finding it very hard to keep his gaze on her face in her state of undress.

"We avoided it," she corrected. "Now you're leaving, and I want a kiss before you leave because…"

She trailed off at the thought that crossed her mind, casting her gaze down for a moment before Kirill lifted a hand to pull her close to him by her waist, making her gasp and her gaze shoot to his.

"I'll come back, Liliya," he murmured. "I promise."

"But you'll come back broken and bleeding," she shuddered, tears starting to well in her eyes. "It makes me sick just thinking of seeing you like that."

"I'll rely on you to clean and heal me, moya lyubov΄," he murmured before she stepped closer to snuggle against him and he wrapped his other arm around her, burying his face in her mussed hair. "All that matters is that I come back to you alive, da?"

"Alive and safe," she shuddered.

"I won't be able to promise safe, but I will come back alive, Liliya," Kirill assured her as she snuggled closer to him before lifting her head to look up at him.

"I love you, Kirill," she shuddered. "Don't forget that."

"Nikogda," (Never) he nearly growled. "That will keep me fighting to stay alive if I'm caught before I kill Gretkov."

"So that's your plan?" she assumed. "Sneak into wherever he is and kill him, just like that?"

"Unless you have a better plan, da," he scoffed, moving his face to nuzzle her neck as she hugged him closer a moment. "I must meet Bourne."

"Tell him I expect him to bring you back alive," Lily breathed.

"I will," he replied. "Ya lyublyu tebya." (I love you)

A/N: ok, so its kinda mushy, and sad, but come on! the man could be going to his death! reviews?