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"I don't want to leave."

It's not something he's ever really done, defied a direct order, but he doesn't want to leave. He wants to stay. Every part of him that's dutiful tells him that he should go because he's too close to her but it's because he's so close to her that he has to stay. He has to stay and be with her in ways he'd denied himself before.

"If you truly want me to go, I will, but I want to be in your bed. I want you in ways that would get me killed if we were found out but I just don't care about any of that. I don't want to go."

God, but he couldn't tell her things like that! Because she was only fifteen years old, and so hopelessly in love with him that she would willingly shed every last drop of her own blood just to spare him the slightest bit of pain. She clenched her fists beneath the covers and curled into a tight ball, fighting not to beg him to stay.

"You said--" she finally ground out, voice trembling but not yet breaking, "--you said that we shouldn't. That we couldn't. Because being together is dangerous. Someone would get hurt, again." Her head ached, but not nearly as much as her heart.

A sob finally escaped, and her tears gave way. "...Nikki...you know I don't want you to go!"

"It hurts me to leave, too," he says softly, words scraped over a rough voice. "Maybe if it was only in the palace where it's safe..."

He moves closer and takes her hands in his, rolling the thumb of his right hand over the back of hers. "I don't want to be distracted in the field where you might get taken again, no, but it could work in here, couldn't it? This palace is a fortress."

Who would dare breach the security inside the palace itself? Not even HYDRA, he thinks, and he doesn't think he'll be his best if he's not with her.

She'd sat up when he began to speak again, and let him take her hands in his, fingers gripping his tightly, both flesh and metal. Natalia finally threw all caution to the wind and crawled right into his lap, winding her small arms around his neck and holding him close, her cheek resting against his as she fought not to cry.

She couldn't give him up. He was hers, body and soul. And she was his, every fiber of being that she possessed belonged to him. To give him up would be tantamount to suicide; she knew she'd never be able to survive without him.

"...I love you," she whispered, lips resting against the corner of his mouth, breathing his breath. "Stay with me," was her next fervent plea, young body trembling against his. "...stay with me tonight, Nikolai..."

"I won't go anywhere," he promises.

No one is going to bother the Grand Duchess, not after her ordeal, so Nikolai feels safe enough stripping down to his underwear before crawling into the bed and waiting for his Natalia. The servants in the palace are discreet and most know about their special sleeping arrangements anyway; it's not like that's looking any different.

"Come to me? I need to make sure all of you is safe and sound."

Even as Nikolai divested his clothing, Natalia did just the same; peeling out of her pajamas until she was left in naught but slim lace bra and matching panties, and all but dove beneath the covers and into his arms the second he spoke again. She needed to feel his skin against hers, keeping her warm the way nothing else ever could.

And she couldn't help but kiss him; his cheeks, his nose, his chin, his forehead, raining sweet affection all over her broken solder, loving him the only way she knew how. Her arms were tight around him, and a pale bare leg hitched high over his hip, holding him to her with all the strength she could muster.

"Not ever letting you go," she breathed against his neck, burrowing into his arms far too eager and needy to ever be able to exist without him.

"Me either. But you must promise me it only happens in the palace where we're secure? I don't want to risk you again and my attention can't be divided in the field where you might be hurt or taken again."

He fits his palm against the curve of her tiny waist and leans in to kiss her slow and deep, kisses her the way he's wanted to since they recovered her from HYDRA but he hadn't dared.

"Promise it to me?"

Natalia melted into Nikolai's kiss, kissing him back with all the teenage courage she could summon. Wiggling and sinuous, she eagerly nodded to his restrictions, not really hearing them, but understanding the gist. They had to be careful. They had to be discreet. They had to be safe.

"Da," she panted softly, rubbing his nose with hers. "Da, Nikki, I promise." Although had the moon been within her grasp, she'd have promised it to him, too. But she knew the risks, and she simply couldn't stand the longing anymore.

"I want you, Nikki," the princess breathed beneath his ear, squirming closer. "Want you so much..."

"Be quiet as you can for me, da? I don't want to have anyone come running in here. Use your hand if you need to."

Nikolai shimmies down so he can flip her onto her back and get his shoulders between her knees. He hasn't done this for her before and he doesn't remember the last time he did do it but he's been wanting it. He'd reserved it, thinking it too far at the time, but that'd been before he nearly lost his precious Natalia to HYDRA. Now, there's no time to waste.

He works her underwear down to her knees before looking up at her. "Do you trust me?"

She went willingly, parting her knees to let him settle between them, and lifting her hips for him to work her underwear down, catching her breath when she realized just what he was about to do. Her belly trembled in sweet anticipation.

Natalia managed a shaky nod. "Da," she breathlessly replied to both questions, small hands instinctively moving to cup her breasts, heavy through the lace still confining them. "Da, Nikki. You know I do."

"This is new," he says softly. "So tell me to stop if you don't like it."

Nikolai always says that, every time, but he feels like he always needs to ask since he's somewhat in a position of power over Natalia, being older and stronger. He doesn't think of that just now, though, and instead parts her with his thumbs so he can lick her, a filthy, slow slide through already wet lips.

"I've wanted to taste you for so long," he mumbles against her thigh, spreading her wider so he can find all the spots he's touched but not seen. He knows where to tease and where to be intense and he teases just for now, the tip of his tongue delicate against her.

At the first touch of his mouth on her tender, intimate flesh, Natalia bowed up off of the bed, one hand flying to her mouth so she could keep from screeching aloud. A pitiful whine left her instead, and her hips bucked of their own accord, unconsciously begging.

"...Nikki--! she managed to gasp, pale thighs trembling around his head. She'd imagined and dreamed of this for what seemed to be forever, and now that it was hers, she didn't know what else to do besides lie there and writhe. And she did, because her Nikki was relentless, lapping against her teasingly.

Natalia whined and mewled, not so loud as to alert anyone outside of her locked bedroom door, but more than plaintive enough to let her Nikki know exactly what she wanted.

Nikolai smirks against her skin and moves his tongue a little faster, circling in on the spot that he's found she likes oh-so-much when he's touched her before. He pulls one of Natalia's hands down and guides her to spread herself so he has more room to work, his own hands going under her ass to bring her closer to his mouth.

He wants her so desperate for him before she comes that she's begging and so needy that she's burying her face against the pillows to keep from making a sound.

He wants to make her his again, over and over.

Her knees were already trembling, and she wasn't entirely sure what he wanted, but Natalia followed his direction and nearly lost her mind when she felt Nikolai's nose bumping against her hand as he continued assaulting her needy flesh with lips and tongue. Her other hand was at her lips, knuckle of her thumb clenched tight between her teeth and wanton little gasps of breath huffed from her nose as she fought not to just screech right out loud.

Her belly tightened, breasts heaved, so tender beneath their lacy restriction, the nipples tight and hard and begging for the heat of his mouth, but he seemed determined to torture her to an earth-shattering climax first, and Natalia didn't think it would be too long before she fell completely apart. Her bare legs were shamelessly spread, propped over her lover's shoulders, and her hips bucked against his hands, trying to press more against his face, needing him to make her shatter into pieces.

That's what he wants. He wants to break her into a million pieces and then have to put her back together in the end. Nikolai fixes his lips against her clit and starts to suck, softly, and hopes this brings her closer to the climax both of them need after the excitement of HYDRA's abduction and the aftermath.

Nikolai buries his fingers into her soft skin, not caring if he makes marks against her pale skin, pulls her even closer so that his mouth and nose and chin are covered with her.

There's nowhere else he wants to be.

It was just too much. The Grand Duchess suddenly stiffened, shivered, and fell totally over the cliff into a white-hot climax, trembling so hard she thought her heart might stop from the adrenaline overload. Her knees shook with her effort not to lock them around Nikolai's head, but her legs clamped tight against his back, holding him as close as she possibly could.

Her teeth were digging into the meat of her palm, but she couldn't care; not when her blood was racing beneath her skin, flushing her a pretty crimson from neck to heel. Natalia whimpered, shook, and whined, lush hips bucking in her lover's hands, begging with her body for him to give her everything she was desperately craving.

She couldn't scream for him, but her dark eyes were hooded and plaintive when she finally managed to look down, seeing her beloved still buried between her legs, and she mewled, wanting.

Nikolai helps her through it with lips and tongue and he looks up after a few moments, his eyes meeting hers. They're a little mischievous and look a hell of a lot younger than he actually is. It isn't often that playful is an adjective that describes him but it works just now.

"I wanted to do that," he says, as if revealing some big secret. "I've wanted to do it for a while now and I was getting there, I just was being too slow. No sense in being too slow now, though. Not after what happened. I could have lost you and you would never have known about this."

If nothing else, he's not holding back on his feelings any longer.

Natalia shook her head; no there was no use in going slow anymore, was there? And she was on fire, burning hotter for him than she ever had before, her entire body tingling from head to tow. "Nikki," she panted, squirming beneath him. Her skin felt three sizes too small; she was hot all over. Skin flushed a pretty peach from the climax still glittering through her, the princess reached for him, threading a small hand through his hair and tugging lightly.

"...Nikki..." she begged again, rolling her hips in his hands. "I want..." she had to lick her lips and take a few breaths so she could speak again. "I want...I want you...want you to fuck me, Nikki...please, malyshka, please..." Natalia whined, head tossing and back arching, aching breasts straining against the lacy bra. "--I can't--I can't stand it anymore!"

"Printsessa," he admonishes gently. "I don't want to do that until I know we won't be caught. You're very young and I don't want to risk being removed from your security because I wasn't careful. It'll happen soon, all right? Next time you take a vacation, it'll happen in the house there. I promise. I'm just not doing it under your father's nose."

The Tsar wouldn't take kindly to that at all.

"I'll see if he'll let us go somewhere secluded to protect you from the press. I'll convince him."

Hearing his reticence again made Natalia want to kick him right in the nose. She propped up on her elbows, scowling down at him. "That isn't fair," she accused hotly, still a panting, disheveled mess. "You don't know how much I want you right now, Nikolai."

She shifted her legs enough that she could slide down the bed beneath him, winding those calves around his waist and molding the rest of her young, greedy body against his hard torso. "I'm going to seduce you," she promised, licking a wet line up the length of his neck and running her tongue over his lips. "And you're not going to tell me no again."

And she did understand the necessity for secrecy, and she did understand his respect for her father, but her bedroom door was locked, bolted, and there were no security cameras in this entire chamber, as the Tsar refused to have his daughter spied upon. And the little princess she had been had given way to the woman that she'd almost become, and she wanted her lover now.

She'd waited long enough.

"Make sure I don't die when we get caught," Nikolai says dryly. He'd wanted the joke to have a little more punch but it couldn't when Natalia's tongue licked a slow line over his neck and any smugness he had came out instead as a low-pitched moan. She had this over him and probably has had it over him for longer than he has wanted to admit to himself. He thinks the other staff must know it too.

"I'm big," he murmurs. "You're going to want to be on top the first time so it won't hurt. You can go at your pace and not have to worry about me going too fast or too deep. We can try other things later. We will try other things later."

Maybe if he lets her control it somewhat, it won't be something he's taking from her so much as something of herself she's giving. He hates the idea of taking from his printsessa but accepting a gift is something different.

"You won't hurt me," she whispered, insistent and eager. "I know you won't, Nikki." Small round arms pulled at him; the princess coaxed her soldier back into bed, coiling like a serpent around his long, hard frame. "Show me what to do," she begged, shimmying out of her remaining garments and coming back to him completely naked for the very first time. Red curls cascaded over pale shoulders as she swung astride his large body, biting her lower lip to rub her still-throbbing lips against the enticing bulge in his boxers.

"...I want this," she purred, lowering over him enough to kiss him solidly, rolling her heated, ripe body against his chiseled chest. Her breasts ached, pressed to him, and she mewed and whined and whimpered, impatiently tugging at the last fabric separating skin from skin.

"I know you want it," Nikolai says, soft and hushed. "And I want it too. I never put you off because I didn't want it. I just wanted it to be right. Just...get these off me and then I can guide you onto me. You can take as little or as much as you think you can take, all right?"

Even just the tip of him surrounded by her would be heaven and he isn't even expecting the full act, not even now. He guides her hands to the waistband of his boxers and lifts his hips up for her.

"Get them off for me? Better if you do it."

It took her almost no time at all to have those unwanted shorts peeled off of Nikolai's hips, over his knees, then whisked away to exile somewhere on the floor, unheeded. Then her small hands were on him, coiling slim fingers around his cock and stroking him slowly, but unerringly possessive. "...I love it," she whispered, working him over with one tiny hand. "It's hard and soft all at the same time, just like you, my Nikki."

Her body ached, anticipating having him inside her, and the Grand Duchess carefully eased astride her lover's thick torso, hissing a mewled little breath when his cock rubbed against her slick silky folds. Natalia planted her hands on Nikolai's chest, tilted her hips, and just rocked back and forth, teasing them both as she slipped and slid over his cock, biting her lip on a stilted gasp when one of her movements sent him just inside her, tantalizing and tempting.

"...ohhhh...Nikki..."

Nikolai squeezes his eyes shut as she teases him and when he slips in, he loses the control he's been trying to have the entire time with her and grips her hips tightly as he arches himself into her. It's not rough, not really, but it is smooth and swift. He groans low and bites his lip.

"Feels so good," he murmurs. "You feel perfect, printsessa. My printsessa. Only mine forever."

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