A/N: I'm loving your reviews. It's nice to get positive feedback especially seeing as this was not a story I had originally planned to share.
This chapter is more of a filler I suppose, but be warned, as things are about to get a little saucy...
Chapter Three
It was Sunday evening by the time Sasha and Emma were on their way back to her flat, having worked all through that day and the previous night. Once his parents had moved back to Russia, Sasha had essentially moved in with Emma. It had happened almost accidentally, without either of them discussing it. They were unofficially living together, and though Emma assumed he would eventually find a place of his own, she hoped he wouldn't. She'd been too nervous to bring up the topic before, but she was on a delirious high from the buzz of the successful operation that day, which gave her the courage to go for it on the journey home.
"I want you to stay," Emma blurted out, and then cursed herself for being so abrupt.
"What do you mean?" Sasha asked, shocked by her sudden outburst.
"In my flat. Stay in my flat I mean. I'd like it if you could stay and we put you on the tenancy, so that you become a permanent lodger. I mean, unless you've already found a place of your own, which is fine if you have. I know we're both young so perhaps you want to enjoy the experience of having a bachelor pad, or whatever, not that I'm labeling you as that sort of guy, but…" Emma was rambling now, and she knew it, but she just couldn't stop. "It's just I know we hadn't been together for long before you started staying with me, and you might think that things have moved a little fast. So, if you want time away from me then that's totally fine and I understand. It's just, if you want to stay, I'd like that, but only if you want, I mean, don't feel like I'm pressuring…"
"Emma!" Sasha cried for the third time before finally managing to stop her talking. "I'd love to stay with you. I've been meaning to ask you about it for a while actually, as I know I should probably be contributing towards the rent…"
"Oh no, I didn't mean…"Emma interrupted him this time.
"I know, I know you didn't," Sasha hushed her before she could continue. "I too, didn't want to make it feel like we were rushing into anything. But now I know that we both feel the same way, I think we should go ahead and make it official. I love living with you. I love getting to spend time with you."
"I love spending time with you too," Emma told him, relieved and undeniably ecstatic at his reaction. "In fact, I often wish we could spend a little more time together. It feels like we are away working constantly at the moment."
"Well, that's good," Sasha replied, purposely confusing Emma.
"Good? What do you mean?" Emma asked, a perplexed frown creasing her brow.
"It's good that you'd like us to spend more time together," he continued to tease her.
"What? Why?" Emma questioned, before Sasha decided to put her out of her misery.
"My father has offered me a job at Section D as an intelligence officer in your team. And I accepted."
Emma gasped at first, before broadly grinning, and finished by squealing excitedly for a good few seconds.
Once she finally composed herself she managed: "No! Really? Oh my gosh. That's amazing! Oh, how brilliant. I was just thinking when we were working together today how much I'd love for us to be able to do it more often."
"Well now we will," Sasha told her happily, smiling at how pleased his girlfriend was; for a moment he had been concerned that she would have felt as though he would have been stepping on her toes so to speak.
"I can't wait. When do you start?" Emma asked, not even considering any of the possible disadvantages of the new career option that Sasha had questioned Harry about.
"In a week. And you don't go back until then either. Harry agreed to give you a holiday, on the condition that another emergency does not crop up of course," Sasha relayed his father's words to her. "And he's sorting out an immediate resignation for me, so we'll be able to spend your time off together."
"Wow! You've got a new job and I've got my first week off since joining Section D. It would seem like we have rather a lot to celebrate!" Emma exclaimed as they stepped out of the car and headed towards the block of flats in front of them.
"Indeed we do. How do you suggest we mark such a wonderful occasion?" Sasha asked whilst brushing a hand over Emma's bottom as they quickly climbed the stairs in the building.
"Hmmm. I wonder, what should we do?" Emma flirted, as she sought out the key in her bag.
"I've got an idea," he said, whilst leaning sexily into the wall as she opened her door.
Once inside, Emma slipped off her shoes and dropped her coat onto the floor as she bit her lip seductively and then asked: "Oh really? What would that be? Do tell."
"Or perhaps I could just show you," Sasha said, pushing the door shut behind him before proceeding to lift Emma up into his arms and carry her to the bedroom.
She giggled as he did so, and began unbuttoning his shirt hungrily.
The pair of them soon fell back into the bed, and Emma positioned herself so she was on top of Sasha. Her hair fell forward, the ends tickling his face delicately. She leaned down to press kisses on his neck, which were received with groans of gratitude. Emma then began working her way down his body, her lips contacting with his bare chest, then sliding down towards his lower torso and eventually to his trouser belt, which she skillfully undid with her teeth. Once she had finished sliding the trousers from his legs, Sasha sat up on the bed and pulled Emma in close so she was flush against him. One hand held her head closely against his so that their foreheads were touching and their lips brushed together. With his other hand he unbuttoned her blouse, carefully and slowly as to draw out the pleasure of undressing her. He slid the silk garment off her body and allowed it to drop gently onto the floor. He then unhooked her bra clasp with one single swift movement, and Emma relaxed her shoulders as to allow it to fall from her body. It was only then that he allowed his lips to fully meet with hers and he proceeded to explore every crevice of her mouth with the gentle yet passionate movement of his tongue. Emma broke away briefly only to let out a soft moan of contentment before returning to the kiss, to which Sasha responded by gripping her against him tighter with one hand and hurriedly pulling off his own shirt with the other. He then allowed his hands to drop to her hips, his thumps hooking the sides of her skirt, gently tugging it off as he leaned forward so they were lying down on the sheets once again. He withdrew from her lips only to remove Emma's tights, gliding the fabric down each of her legs, kissing the bare skin as it was revealed. Her French knickers were the only item remaining on her body, but Sasha was quick to ensure that they joined the rest of the garments on the bedroom floor soon after. He then moved back up the length of her body so that his head was hovering just above hers. Emma rested a palm on his chest as she felt his erratic heartbeat waver out of control. Her palm then began to slide down Sasha's body until her fingers reached the end of his torso. She began pulling his boxers off with her hands but then hitched her legs up either side of him and pulled his underwear completely off with her toes in an impressive display of agility.
Suddenly, Emma grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his face towards her to whisper: "You know it was a real turn on seeing you at work today, watching you run around with that gun and punching the bad guy. I'm not sure how I'm going to manage to resist you whilst watching you like that every day when you take up your permanent placement."
"I think I'm going to struggle myself not to pounce on you whilst you're working; you're so sexy when you interrogate extremists," Sasha told her, remembering the way she leaned over the desk to chagrin the terrorist, her lips pouting, and her blouse clinging tightly to her chest in all the right places. It was on that thought that he placed his hands on both of her thighs and pulled them gently apart before leaning down and slowly sliding inside her. Emma grasped a handful of the sheets as she felt him enter and her head rolled back into the pillow.
Sasha rocked forwards and back gently at first, building up the tension Emma felt inside of her. She pulled his face back towards hers, their mouths colliding along the way. Her lips crushed against his as she ran her fingers through his thick hair. He felt the eager passion in her kiss and responded by speeding up his movements. She let out a sigh of pleasure and wrapped her legs firmly around him, pulling him closer inside, her muscles tensing as she did so. The feeling of tension was spreading throughout her body and building in intensity with each thrust of Sasha's hips.
He liked the feel of her thighs enclosing in on him and when he felt them squeeze around him, a groan escaped his mouth. He began to push harder into her, the pool of heat expanding in his body. Emma's fingers clenched tightly onto the sheets once again and her back arched fully so her breasts pushed against his chest. She managed to moan the words: "Oh Sasha!" from the corner of her mouth before her whole body exploded. The high-pitched longing in her tone was just enough to push Sasha over the edge himself and he pressed his lips to her chest, nuzzling her skin as they both climaxed.
He collapsed down on top of her and her breathing fell heavy on his hair. His own breaths came out as pants against her skin until he eventually regained a regular breathing pattern and rolled off of Emma to lie close beside her. They both lay in silence, staring up at the ceiling, their eyes glazed over, and their limbs totally relaxed as they soaked up their post-coital bliss. Emma felt as though she was floating; it was like her body was the weight of a feather. The white sheets beneath her were clouds; she was gliding through the sky without a care in the world. Nothing else mattered in that moment apart from the figure next to her, who had turned onto his front and began running his fingers through her blonde strands of hairs. He was so strong and sturdy, yet his touch so soft and delicate, she couldn't help shivering in response. He tugged the covers up over the both of them and then pulled Emma close against him, pressing a goodnight kiss on the top of her head.
Sasha reached out behind him, searching for the light switch to turn it off. Not long after darkness flooded the room, the pair of them began drifting off into a calm sleep. Just before they fell into unconsciousness, the silence was broken by the words: "I love you." Sasha had whispered the declaration out in one short breath, so it was audible only to someone whose ear was against his shoulder, just centimeters away.
"I love you too," Emma replied as she smiled into Sasha's chest.
It was in that moment of pure happiness and love that the couple fell soundly asleep in each other's arms, a bubble of contentment surrounding them both, impenetrable to anything or anyone else.
A/N: Just so you know, I've not really had any experience writing out scenes such as these before, so sorry if it was a bit shit/cringe, though I know I've definitely read worse, haha! I felt this was necessary to include but rest assured, things will be back to normal in the next chapter.