A/N: second to last chappie! enjoy!

Chapter 17: Spain

"Gracias!" Lily called to the mail man before heading up the stairs, looking through the mail in her hand. She stepped through the apartment door at the top of the stairs and shut it with her foot, still looking through the mail as she flipped her brown hair from her emerald gaze.

"Sladkiĭ mal΄chik!" she called, tossing the mail onto the stand next to the door and skipping down the hall to head into the bedroom she and Kirill shared. She quickly glanced at her watch to check the time, stopping next to the closed door then shrugged, "He's gotta get up anyway."

Opening the door slowly, she peeked into the darkened room to see Kirill lying on his stomach, face buried in the pillow and snoring loudly, the sheets pulled up to his waist. Smiling at the sight she couldn't help but rush into the room to jump onto the queen sized bed, making Kirill groan from the movement.

"Oh, so you're awake," Lily smirked, shuffling toward him on her stomach to lie next to him.

"Now I am," he muttered, unmoving as she sat up on her elbow to rest halfway on top of him, her hand stroking his back, soothingly as he still didn't move. "What time is it?"

"Noon," she smiled, kissing his shoulder before setting her chin on it. "How was work last night?"

"Same," he muttered, still not moving.

"I'm glad you're back on nights," she admitted, sitting up to straddle his waist and start massaging his back and shoulders. "Those swings were killing you."

Kirill only groaned in response, then again in approval when her hands dug into his back to rub away his stress.

"Anybody famous go into the hotel?" she wondered, still working on him.

"Net," he muttered, still unmoving. "However, we had a nice little show of drunk cheerleaders trying to do their…how you say…human pyramid?"

"Lord almighty, that's stupid," Lily chuckled. "Thank goodness you were there to keep it from happening, right?"

"Da," he replied and one of his hands suddenly came up behind his back to grip Lily's wrist and pull her next to him onto the bed.

She laughed as she landed on her back and he finally sat up to pin her down with his body, his mouth instantly attacking hers. She moaned and slid her arms around his neck as his lower body rested perfectly between her legs and his tongue slid past her lips, making her moan again before she frowned. When he finally pulled away, he frowned at her expression.

"Chto s toboĭ, Liliya?" (What's wrong, Liliya?) he murmured.

"You taste…minty," she explained. "Like you just brushed your teeth."

Kirill's eyes shifted only slightly and Lily tried to fight back a smirk, but it didn't work.

"You were awake, weren't you?" she continued. "You just made a big show! How long were you awake?"

"Ten minutes," he muttered, and Lily giggled, smacking his chest lightly before gripping the back of his neck and pulling him onto her lips, wrapping her legs around his waist with a giggle.

It had been a year since they landed in Spain, and they had adapted easily, though it took Kirill a little longer to finally relax and realize they were no longer being followed. That didn't stop him from taking small precautions. A small pistol in every room, in an easily located place. Lily didn't like it too much, but if it made Kirill feel safer, than she wouldn't argue.

Kirill's lips moved from Lily's mouth and began softly caressing her neck, making her moan again and pull him closer.

"Kirill," she breathed, threading her fingers through his thick, brown hair and starting to nibble at his ear and making him groan in approval.

"Liliya, moya lyubov΄," (Liliya, my love) he breathed into her neck.

"Da?" Lily replied.

"U menya yest΄ podarok dlya tebya," (I have a present for you) he whispered, making Lily frown, but he only pressed his lips to her ear and said, "Skol΄zheniya ruki v karman." (Slip your hand into my pocket)

Lily giggled lightly before doing as she was told, adding, "That sounds dirty."

"Maybe it is," he murmured, nipping her ear lobe.

Lily gave another giggle before slipping her hand into his front jeans pocket and feeling something small and smooth. Frowning she shoved her hand deeper into the pocket, making him jerk from the force of the action but he smirked when she gasped, her wide, emerald eyes meeting his loving, green-hazels.

"Kirill…" she breathed, slipping her hand from his pocket, holding the thing she'd found in a death grip and bringing it between them. "If this is what I think it is, you know what's coming, right? Screaming, crying, and probably some incredible sex."

"Da," Kirill chuckled, then nodded at her closed hand. "Look at it, malen΄kaya."

Lily licked her lips to moisten her dry mouth and looked down at her hand, slowly opening her fingers and her other hand flew to her mouth at what she saw. An impressively sized diamond sat between two smaller pink gems on a silver setting, sized to fit one finger on Lily's hand…the left ring finger. She stared at it and Kirill stared at her before leaned his face next to hers to press his lips against the shell of her ear.

"Vyhodi za menya zamuzh, moya Liliya," (Marry me, my Liliya) he murmured, and she shivered as his words and the meaning behind them hit her eardrum like a hammer. "I'm sorry it took me this long to ask you to be mine forever, but I needed to make sure that if you accepted me, you would be safe. So, what is your answer, Liliya?"

"In what language would you like my answer?" she smirked, slipping her arms around his neck so he couldn't see what she was doing with her hands.

"I don't care," he growled, gripping her hips and pressing her into the mattress, making her giggle before she moaned. "Please, don't tease me."

"How about we try sign language?" she smirked, gently pushing him up to place her hands between them again.

She held up both her hands, her left held up with her palm facing her, and her right hand pointing at one of her fingers and what was on it…the diamond ring. Kirill's eyes widened at her in surprise. He had hoped she would say yes, but being faced with the reality of the answer he'd hoped for was still shocking.

"Yes," she whispered, bringing him from his trance. "Da. Si. Hai. How many more languages shall I say it in?"

"I heard you," he breathed. "I'm…waiting for the screaming, crying and incredible sex."

"Well, why don't we skip the first two?" she smiled, slipping her arms around his neck again and Kirill groaned in approval as his lips crashed down onto hers, his tongue delving into her mouth to taste her. Lily moaned when she felt all the love and passion he had for her through each kiss and each touch he bestowed on her.

"I love you, Kirill," she whispered when his mouth returned to her neck.

"Ya lyublya tebya, Liliya," (I love you, Liliya) he growled in arousal.

"You should be practicing your Spanish, my love," Lily smirked, starting to thread her fingers through his hair again and making him groan at the sensation of her fingers massaging his scalp.

"Te amo, Liliya," (I love you, Liliya) he replied, making Lily smile before pressing her mouth to his ear.

"I can't decide what I like better," she whispered. "Your Spanish or your Russian."

"Vous devriez entendre plus de mon français," (You should hear more of my French) he retorted, making her moan again.

"Kirill," she breathed, and he froze, hearing her tone and he lifted his head to look at her in worry. "Do you feel better now? I mean, do feel like you've redeemed yourself?"

He gave her a small frown before smiling warmly and lowering his head to let it rest on her forehead.

"Da," he replied. "Thanks to you, Liliya. My Liliya. You redeemed me."

"All I did was pick you up when you fainted in the street," Lily smiled. "Not easily, I might add."

"If you could fall in love with me, I knew I hadn't lost myself forever to the life I had before," he explained.

"I was just along for the ride, my love," she smiled, lifting a hand to stroke his smooth cheek. "You redeemed yourself. Only you could do that."

Kirill smirked and nodded before rolling onto his back and taking her with him as she laughed the whole way. She smiled brightly as her dark hair fell all around his face and she stared down at him for a moment before pressing her lips to his and he deepened the kiss, his hands trailing up her back to hold her close. She broke the kiss and smiled, knowing this was the perfect time to tell him something she'd found out the day before.

"I can't wait until our baby is born."

Kirill's eyes shot wider than she'd ever seen them before as she only smiled widely. He gripped her back, supporting her as he sat up and she straddled him with her arms still around his shoulders.

"Baby?" he breathed. "We're having…a baby?"

Lily nodded hugely, still grinning and he still stared at her in disbelief.

"I know we didn't talk about it much," she said. "But…I've always wanted children and even if this wasn't planned, I still want to keep it."

"Of course," Kirill breathed. "Did you think I would tell you to-?"

"No, of course not!" Lily cut in quickly. "I just…wasn't too sure how you'd react."

Without another word, Kirill planted his lips to hers and through that kiss, reassured her that he was happier than he could have ever been.

"Moĭ Liliya, i moĭ malen΄kiĭ vsegda budet v bezopasnosti. Ya klyanus΄, chto eto." (My Liliya, and my little one will always be safe. I swear it)

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