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"I know," she pouted, huffing a little. The idea of getting up and showering for Mass was decidedly unappealing, not when there were better things she could be doing, such as slithering down her beloved's body one more time to make him shake and moan. But returning home and sneaking out to the beach to kiss, touch, and kiss more was a grand idea, and Natalia told him so between soft, tender kisses, arching her back to his touch and making sure to rub as much of her skin against him as she was able before regretfully pulling away to assure the housekeeper that yes, she was awake, and yes, she'd be going to services this morning.

Forty-five minutes later, the Grand Duchess of Imperial Russia was showered, primped, curled, and dressed in a softly elegant ensemble consisting of a blousy black tunic that hugged her breasts but draped across her midriff, showing just a hint of creamy skin beneath its hem, a fitted black and white skirt just long enough to be considered decent, but at least it did hide the tops of her sleek black stockings, and three inch heels to give her just a little bit of extra height. Curvy and womanish even at fifteen, the little princess would never be tall and willowy as some Russian debutantes.

Nevertheless, she was still beautiful, even if she wasn't entirely aware of it, and red curls streamed down her back since she'd not bothered to "fix" them, and the rest of her makeup she applied in the car on the way. It wouldn't do to be late, after all.

Nikolai was in one of his suits, a dark one today with a sapphire blue tie, and he opened the door for Natalia to let her into the car before sliding in beside her. He prefers her "messy" look because it reminds him of the wrecked look she has after she's been kissing him and he pulls her close to him.

"Remember this morning, lisichka? I wish we never had to leave our bed," he murmurs. "We could still be there now if you wanted. I'm going to have to keep my hands off you for the entirety of Mass and it'll be the hardest thing I've ever done."

He drapes his arm around her shoulders and pulls her close, kissing her temple. "I'll make it up to you this afternoon."

Her lip gloss hadn't yet dried, and that was the only thing that kept her out of Nikolai's lap during the short drive to the church. Natalia did, however, let him pull her close and nuzzle her hair, and she gave his thigh a squeeze in turn.

"Soon," she promised, breath coming a little faster at the scent of his warm skin and clean cologne. "And of course I remember. I didn't want to get out of bed either, Nikki. Mmmm, that was so much fun...being with you that way."

But appearances were indeed important, and Natalia wasn't too surprised to find Jason waiting for her in the narthex, smiling when he saw her and inquiring if he might sit with her during service today. Naturally she accepted, and the lanky boy took her arm gallantly, leading her down the center aisle to a seat midway in the congregation, seating her with sweet sincerity, then plunking down next to her.

Nikolai sits on the other side so Natalia is between them and while he knows the words and rhythms of Mass, it's a little hard to pay attention. He's never been a good Christian - why is there so much evil in the world if God is real and present - but he does go through the motions of it so he doesn't embarrass the Imperial Family. It's his duty.

He doesn't have the best singing voice so he keeps his voice as soft as he can through the Gloria and the opening hymns and when it's time to hear the lessons, he gets distracted from the Bible by looking down Natalia's blouse. It's billowy enough that occasionally he can see the curve of her breasts above a lacy bra and he feels like a boy stealing a cookie he shouldn't have.

He clears his throat loudly when he misses the beginning of a prayer and tries to cover it, mumbling the words without paying attention at all.

Nikolai wasn't the only one feeling a little hot and bothered, and not due to any spiritual intervention. Natalia was all too conscious of a muscled thigh pressed nice and snug against hers, not even a sheet of paper would slide between. And while Jason was nice, pleasant, wore good cologne, and had about all the appeal of a cute little puppy at Yule, there was no way the poor lad could ever be able to command her attention as did the man on her opposite side; his clean, crisp scent deep in her nose and the heat of his body scorching her from the inside out.

But appearances were important, and her father had raised her to believe it, so even though she wanted little else but to hurry out of the church and clamber into the back of the sedan with her beloved, Natalia forced her wallowing mind out of its seductive gutter and back into the service, singing softly and reciting along in a decently passable little voice.

Then it was time to settle down for the sermon, but she couldn't help but fidget every so often, the rasp of her stockings a sensual tease as she crossed and recrossed her legs, trying not to wring her hands in her lap.

Nikolai's hearing is advanced, among other things, so he can hear every rasp of silk as Natalia's stockings slide against one another. He wants to get his hands under her skirt right now and get her off in the middle of the church but that isn't possible nor prudent. He shifts a little himself before clasping his left hand over Natalia's knee.

Her skirt has a slit in it so some of his fingers go under it even though he hadn't wanted to and he's glad it's his left; his right would have been too much of an invitation. Still, the homily washes over him in a susurrus of words he doesn't take in and he draws his ring and pinky finger against her thigh in a subtle movement.

Thank God it's the left hand and he can't feel all that supple flesh or he'd be running out of here and to the car.

The princess gave a little start when she felt cool digits come to rest on her right knee, hidden by the curve of her left leg where it crossed the other. She instantly went still, not trusting herself to squirm right off of the seat, but then those fascinating fingers slipped even higher, disappearing under the slit in her short skirt, and Natalia had to bite her lip, hard, lest she moan like a whore right here in the middle of God's own house.

As it was, Jason gave her a glance and a queried eyebrow, but she smiled reassuringly and shifted a little in effort to dislodge those scandalous fingers, even though she really wanted them to trek even higher and slide right beneath the thin silk panties girding her hips beneath the skirt. The titanium pinky slid over bare flesh - her stockings only reached mid-thigh - and she couldn't stifle a shiver, but reached down beside her to dig warning fingernails into her beloved's side.

How much longer did they have to sit here and suffer like this?

The priest seems to drone on and on and Nikolai wants to move his hand but he doesn't, leaving it where it is. He does curl his pinky a little, slipping it against her soft skin, and while he can't feel it he knows that she can.

He shifts his body so the lines of it are pressed up against Natalia more. She's so soft compared to his hard lines and he enjoys that. He enjoys everything about her.

"Good homily, isn't it?"

"It is," she whispered back through clenched teeth and tight lips. But forced a kind smile nevertheless. "It's about temperance too, imagine that." Her right thigh moved a little beneath that titanium hand. But oh, how she wished he'd slide it right up between her legs and stroke her until she screamed, and the recollections of his cock in her mouth not two hours earlier weren't helping any.

Nikolai was sitting so close to her that she could feel the line of every single muscle where their bodies touched; it had to look so sinful from the pews behind theirs. Jason was near on her left side, but there was still air, at least, between them. Natalia nearly swallowed her tongue when Jason leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Want to go to lunch with me after?"

Panic made her smile and not, not really sure what she was even agreeing to, but the boy grinned like an idiot and sat back, apparently satisfied. The princess's heart sank a little, realizing just what she'd set herself up for, but there was no canceling now. And she had left him at the opera, so she supposed she owed him one.

Nikolai hears her say yes and he has to bite down on a groan. Really? He has to suffer through a lunch now without getting Natalia home to do something about all this tension? He squeezes her thigh lightly before slipping his hand from under her skirt deftly. He's pressed his luck in the church too much and they're about to have to get up for communion besides. When they stand, he leans over and whispers in her ear.

"Now we both have to wait. Did you really have to say yes?"

He slips out from the pew then to go take communion and tries to keep his eyes face forward. Temptation in the midst of a church is a terrible, terrible thing and he wishes he could feel sorry for it but he doesn't. Not at all.

"You were distracting me!" she hissed back as they stood in line waiting for Communion. "Therefore it's all your fault, so...suffer." For that he wanted to go slow, Natalia thought it vastly ironic that now, of all times, her Nikolai was in such an almighty hurry. Infernal man.

The rest of the service went on without any more interruptions, thank God, and when everyone began making their way out of the church, Jason latched himself to the princess's arm and chirped happily. "There's this great new place down on the boulevard that serves breakfast and brunch. It's fantastikós! You're gonna love it," he grinned enthusiastically.

And dared even to grin over his shoulder at Nikolai, winking and adding, "And so will you, old man."

Normally, Nikolai wouldn't be bothered by Jason and his cheery invitation but right now his mood is awful and he doesn't know how to make it any better. He wants to be with Natalia now and there's nothing to do but grin and bear it. He doesn't want to bear it. He just has to against his will.

"I don't think I'm very hungry," Nikolai says. "But of course I will escort you both to the restaurant and stay as long as you wish. Jason, you'll have your security, yes?"

Nikolai hopes so because he's distracted right now.

"Naí," Jason agreed, nodding. "They're running point right now, waiting at the end of the block." The new restaurant wasn't all that far, just a short block away from the church. Jason wanted to walk, since it was a gorgeous, cool, sunny day, and Natalia suffered it, all too aware of her looming shadow just two steps behind her.

The little bistro was actually very nice, bright and cheery and very welcoming. Greek owned, of course, so there was much family banter, good wishes, and great service all around, but the Russian princess was too distracted to take part in most of it. Jason's security detail tried, and didn't exactly manage, to fade into the background; both were large hulking men that loomed even without trying.

But Natalia noticed that everyone simply gave Nikolai a wide berth without even realizing they were doing so. Must be that silent aura of sheer menace he projected, she thought, casting a sidelong glance at her beloved, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, brow broodingly low, and her belly shivered. God, but she wanted him!

Nikolai never smokes where Natalia can inhale it and he doesn't now, leaning against the bricks and makes sure to keep his smoke downwind from her. He hasn't chain smoked like this in a long while, possibly not since he first came to her, and stress is wearing on him. How did she manage to be the one to make him addicted? He was the experienced one.

He watches her mouth as she eats, watches the shape and fullness of it, and wants to kiss her all over again. He wants to spend hours kissing her and just learning every curve of her body and he decides he's going to do that as soon as he gets a chance to.

One of Jason's guards says something to him but he ignores it. He only has eyes for Natalia.

The gyro she'd ordered was, in fact, delicious, full of lamb, provolone, fresh greens, and sweet onion oil, but Natalia hardly tasted it as she pretended to listen to Jason chatter on about this or that, and had to work hard to keep up with the conversation to provide the right answers here and there. She was all too conscious of her fidgeting, squirming in her chair, and tried to keep still, but she could feel sharp blue eyes roving over her body, all but leaving scorch marks on her skin.

It was cool inside, but she was so hot beneath her church clothes, and it was all she could do not to drown in the sea of lust she'd only waded from before services this morning. God, but she'd become far too addicted so very quickly, it was almost pathetic. Another sidelong glance at her guardian revealed him pulling his cigarette from his mouth between his thumb and forefinger, almost angrily, and she stifled a whimper by hurriedly dabbing her lips with a napkin.

"...so that's the plan, hopefully the weather will hold out and we can make a weekend of sailing," she dimly heard Jason saying, and met his wide-eyed gaze with a blink, realizing he'd asked her another question. "Hm? Oh, da, that sounds wonderful, Jace."

"You all right, Nattie?" he asked, leaning over the table a bit. "You seem...kinda out of it today. Still have that nasty headache from the other day?" He didn't wait for her to answer, but rambled on with a list of headache remedies she might want to try, and Natalia did, a little, feel somewhat sorry for the boy, that she couldn't give him her full attention.

Not with her Nikolai just a few yards away, suit jacket hanging open, sapphire tie a little loose and askew, with dark hair combed back from his sharp features and those blue eyes raking over her every thirty seconds. Christ, but it was so unfair-!

It was unfair, stuck where he couldn't touch her and he had to listen to well-meaning but ill-timed Jason ramble on about headache remedies. At this point, Nikolai thinks he'd be willing to settle for just a cuddle as long as he was alone with Natalia and not outside at a crowded bistro. He thinks he might have even enjoyed bringing Natalia here to eat himself if he weren't so damned wound up.

He takes a last drag off his cigarette before stubbing it out in the outdoor ashcan and taking another, lighting it with practiced ease. His lungs won't see the damage from the smoke and he needs something to do with his hands and mouth that isn't devouring his printsessa whole in public.

He shoves his left hand into his jacket pocket and smokes with his right, eyes cutting over to look at Natalia as a guard should and catching her looking at him. When he sees her face, he looks at her through lowered lashes and makes a point of letting his fingers rest on his lips a little longer than they need to for him to take a puff.

Teenager she might have been, but she was also so inured and sensitive to the man across the way that just that subtle little hint was enough to have her nethers clenching almost painfully, and the urge to get up and climb him like an oak tree was so powerful she nearly gave in before she realized it.

The very air seemed to crackle between them, and she dizzily wondered if everyone else in this little cafe was aware of the energy sizzling back and forth between the Imperial princess and her bodyguard, slowly filling to the brim and just waiting to explode. If Jason sensed it, he didn't show it, since he was still jabbering on like a monkey in a tree, happy and carefree.

Finally, finally, she finished her sandwich and swallowed the last of her tea, then rose from the table to visit the ladies room in order to wash her hands, give her teeth a quick brush, and retouch her makeup - a lady never went without the essentials - because she had plans once she was finally able to get free of her Greek friend, bless him.

Reemerging from the lavatory with all four men standing and waiting for her, Natalia deliberately took Jason's offered arm as they meandered towards the parking lot where both sedans were waiting. "Thanks for coming with me, Nattie," Jason told her, leaning down to peck her cheek lightly. "We should hang out more often. Sometimes it gets so boring here."

She made sympathetic noises, kissed his cheek in return, let him hand her off to Ivan, who opened the back door for her, and slid inside, saying to the tall Russian, "How about we just drive around for a while, Ivan? It'd be nice go for a good, long drive on such a nice afternoon." Natalia smiled at him. "Put your music on and just keep going."

Agreeing, Ivan settled her in and closed the door, starting the car as Nikolai slid in on the other side, the darkly tinted windows shrouding the backseat in cool dimness, hidden from all eyes without.

"Did you really have to agree to that lunch?"

It's a pointed question, yes, but he's been dying since this morning and going to church had been bad enough. He'd damn near ended the lunch prematurely three or four times and then held back so he could make sure everything seemed normal. The last thing he needed was for something to look amiss and the crawling paparazzi notice it.

He presses up next to her, though, and tugs her to sit in his lap. "At least we're alone now, da? I can't really do anything I want to do in here but we can at least touch one another without causing an international incident."

"You were distracting me," Natalia reminded him again, needing only that little tug to have her swinging astride Nikolai's lap and pressing her open mouth to his, licking between his lips to kiss him as she'd been needing to since they left their bed earlier this morning.

"Da," she whispered, nuzzling her nose with his when she finally had to breathe, "we're alone for a while." Clever little fingers made their way beneath his open jacket and fiddle with the buttons on his fine linen shirt. "And I need to touch you, moya zvezda...mmmm, pozhaluysta..."

"Be sure you can put me back together without me looking disheveled," Nikolai warns her. "We have photographers to worry about when we get out of cars. Now that I've said that, we can get back to having fun...because you've tortured me all morning."

Nikolai slides his hands down her waist and pushes up her skirt as far as it will go with her seated in his lap as she is. It's enough that he can see the bare skin above the tops of her stockings and he strokes his thumbs - one titanium and one flesh - against her inner thighs.

"Where do you want me to touch you?"

Yes, yes, photographers, whatever. She didn't intend on getting out of the car until they were back at the house, which was located behind a high wrought iron fence with plenty of shrubbery, but the staff didn't need to see them looking tangled and heated, either.

Nevertheless, she pulled open Nikolai's shirt and fanned her fingers over his magnificent chest, sighing in bliss to feel warm skin under her hands. A muted moan left parted lips when she felt his touch between her thighs; her hips instinctively rolled to meet him and Natalia leaned against him to kiss and lick her way up Nikolai's throat, purring directly beneath his ear.

"Anywhere," she breathed, nipping at the soft lobe. "Everywhere...Nikki..."

"You ought to be more specific," Nikolai says, sliding his left hand up higher so he can brush against the edge of her silk panties. She's damp already and he imagines some of this might have gotten started during church and continued throughout that tense luncheon. He hopes so, anyway, but if it had all happened because of this kiss, well. He cannot be too upset.

"Do you want my hand here?" he asks, stroking his titanium thumb up and down the edge of the fabric. He hasn't gone under yet and he hasn't touched her there yet at all; he's been saving it until he can control exactly how she's going to react and how he can best savor those reactions.

"Or somewhere else?"

Specific? He wanted specific right now? Impossible. She was burning up beneath her clothes, beneath her skin, and Natalia wanted little more than to rub all of her over all of him, so that she might carry his intoxicating scent and sate this need way down in her loins.

But the touch of that thumb between her legs had her lurching, breaking off a sharp gasp as her hips bucked eagerly, and another series of whines and moans fell from her throat, eagerly. The silk was soaking wet; she'd been miserable since they'd first arrived at the church earlier.

"Da," she panted, nipping at his neck, his chin, and licking at his lips, oh so eager, wanton. "Please, Nikki, touch me there...please..." And she'd thought his hands on her breasts had been mind-blowing..

Nikolai rubs his thumb against the front of her underwear, pressing in just a little, and keeps the titanium well away from her skin. He has the idea that if he uses this hand and does this through her clothes, it's a step toward more intimacy without jumping completely into the deep end. He leans in to kiss her neck as he does, sucking a dark mark against the pale column of her throat.

"You're going to have to wear scarves," he murmurs, hand moving a little faster. "Do you mind wearing scarves for me? Covering up my marks? Because I have to mark you. I need to know you're mine and you don't belong to anyone else."

He's always been possessive of her. He's been jealous of her time, her affections - now he wants to be the only person she needs and wants. The only one she can depend upon. He wants to be her everything.

"...or we could just stay inside forever," Natalia suggested on a breathless little moan. Her hips rolled and bucked against that tantalizing hand, and she mewled when she felt his lips latch to her skin and suck; the sensation was so damned erotic. The thought that he wanted to mark her as his sent desire flooding through her blood, and she sank her fingers into Nikolai's thick hair, holding him tight against her as she writhed in his lap.

"I'm yours," she told him, head falling back to offer her throat and everything else to him. "Always have been, moya zvezda. Always will be." Her breasts ached, feeling bereft with the tight nipples straining against constricting satin, and Natalia dimly realized that she still had her shirt on.

"I love you, Nikolai," the princess panted, slender body trying to ride his hand, not knowing how but knowing she needed to do so in order to sate this aching yearning deep inside. "...love you so much, malyshka...always."

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