RAZOR FIST

❛ well he can want all he wishes. only you, soț, get to have ....   ❜ was it a risk, to call him husband in his native tongue. given the conversation at hand. maybe. but she also knew it would work to hopefully pull his attention back firmly on her. leaving plans to murder the neighbour for another day. ❛   i want only you ....   ❜ words crooned with a heat that gave a sliver of what she felt away. the love, the desire. as hazel hues burn into his. truth burning from her every pore, as her thumbs move absent-mindedly against his skin. soothing in their motion, but a distraction for her. [ to ignore the way she wished to rip his clothes off right there. ] her head cants at his words, and she can't help but chuckle as he all but confirms what she thought. that their poor neighbours' days were ticking down quickly. pressing her lips against his once more, she feels the chuckle still rattle in her chest. pulling away, a brow hitches high upon her face. ❛   you know you are extremely hot when you're planning the murder of our neighbours. it's a good look for you ....   ❜ she doesn't comment on his jealousy. not needing to, when it was so obvious for them both. reaching over for the drink she'd left beside him, she throws it back and puts the glass back down. pushing off his lap and holding out a hand. ❛  let's go dragostea mea, it seems i need to remind my husband who it is, that i want ....   ❜ there is no hiding her intentions. it showed clearly across her face and her words. words she makes sure, everyone hears.

This all sounded far too real, far too concrete rather than a cover. As soon as it leaves his lips he is aware of it. And legally she was his wife, but this sounded like there was more to it than that. His words, along with the heat behind his eyes matching her's, showed that. Hearing she only wanted him was something that ignited a fire more and more within him as he heard it each time. Something he noticed the more he felt himself having feelings for her. It was why he had no hesitation in bringing down their neighbor should he need to. That fact seemed to amuse her slightly as she looks at him with that twinkle in her eye. The kiss shows that, shows that this was going more in his favor than he thought for threatening their neighbor. Then again, knowing her, he maybe should have known that. There's a small chuckle that leaves him, looking away from her and back to those around him as a smirk pulls at his lips after the kiss. What came next didn't have to be said, he knew what her downing her drink meant and he could only mirror it as she stood up from his lap. Large frame lifting as he takes her hand, smirk growing as he didn't even bother to look back at the people in the party. They could interpret that how they wanted, all that mattered was he was leading her back inside to their home. And once that door was shut, he wasted no time in having his arms around her. Lifting her up so her legs could wrap around his waist before pinning her back to the wall. All the while his lips claimed her's in a heated, deep kiss over and over again.

                                  ❛  Told  ya  it  would  work,  Drei! ❜ 

It makes the Romanian smirk just slightly before he slashes out and easily cuts the man in two with the heated edge of his blade. It makes other step back and give them the space he wanted but he knows the others who would need to go. And off he went, with the fight building up but easily dispatching would be security before turning his attention back to her. It wasn't entirely much of a fight, others running out to prevent themselves from being killed. They weren't the targets so he didn't care, they wouldn't be touched by him. "Are you satisfied?" He asked in a rather annoyed tone as he walked back towards her.

❝  so   ,   i   know   we   were   all   kinda   going   hard   at   that   party   ,   ❞   begins   slowly   ,   timbre   held   soft   so   as   not   to   cut   sharp   through   the   morning   calm   .   ❝  but   like   ,   do   you   remember   anything   about   last   night   ?   like   ,   what   we   talked   about   out   on   the   porch   maybe   ?   ❞   the   host's   patio   ,   wherein   the   romanian   had   found   her   sitting   on   her   own   &   swooped   valiantly   in   to   kill   the   isolation   .   where   he'd   slung   a   prodigious   limb   about   slender   shoulders   ,   kept   her   warm   beneath   the   chill   of   the   night   .   &   where   he'd   happened   to   mention   ,   in   no   uncertain   terms   ,   that   he's   been   in   love   with   her   from   the   day   they'd   met   .   a   sentiment   by   no   means   unwelcome   ,   though   she'd   opted   to   rain   check   the   conversation   for   a   less   inebriated   moment   in   time   .   ❝  i   just   ,   like   ,   you   kind of   said   some   stuff   .   .   .   figured   i'd   wait to ask   sober   you   if   it   was   true   .   ❞

As he sits up, he rests his head back against the top of the couch. A deep breath is taken in as he lets sore and tense body relax. It wasn't that he wasn't used to sleeping on a couch, he was, but not entirely hungover. He'd be fine, there was no doubt about that but he noticed something was off before she even started to speak. Brows furrowed a moment as he stared to think, shrugging. "Not really, after a certain point it's kind of a blur. I mean I remember getting here." But there were parts that he was definitely in and out. Hearing her clarify some things, partially, had him shutting his eyes and lifting his hands to cover his face for a moment. "Fuck, what did I say?" Andrei asks, not entirely sure where it was going but he hoped it wasn't as bad as he thought it might be. "I'm sorry if I said anything stupid. I was drink, more than I've been in a long time."

brims   reconnect   with   a   fever   renewed   ,   tip   of   softened   tongue   poked   firm   through   romanian   lips   as   gentle   palms   cradle   his   crown   .   slender   hips   shift   slow   upon   broad   lap   ,   languid   rhythm   found   with   each   passing   second   of   desperate   passion   .   heated   intimacy   sought   and   discovered   ,   forms   pressed   ever   closer   –   though   never   close   enough   .   ❝  can   we   .   .   .   can   we   go   to   the   bedroom   ?   ❞   query   near   soundless   ,   whispered   between   formless   kisses   &   quiet   moans   as   limbs   wrap   tight   about   sturdy   frame   .   prepared   to   be   lifted   into   place   ,   never   to   break   the   heated   lip   lock   into   which   pours   her   entire   heart   &   soul   .   ❝  i   think   maybe   i   can   show   you   better   in   there   .   .   .   ❞

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❛   oh please, she loves you too much to avoid you ....   ❜ she drawls almost sarcastically. but they both knew it was true. her mother adored him and had done since the beginning. along with his parents they'd wanted the two together, before they even figured out what they wanted. she smiles softly as he talks. already seeing the change in him, the fired up nature. showing he did indeed believe in the new gaffer, watching him go take his shower and save her lovely senses from his smell. before slowly standing up to head into the kitchen. walking was still an asshole, but she was being prompted to do it daily. so her back didn't seize up. [ she sometimes wished it did as honestly, the pain was annoying as hell. ] with the two puppies trailing behind her, she looks over noticing her mom had already fed all the dogs even if raz and apollos bowls were empty already and it makes her smile. one less thing to worry about. as she works on beginning to heat up the meal her mom had left. knowing andrei would be hungry, and payne herself had to keep eating. eyes trail over as she finishes plating it, to see him walking back in. ❛  February really can't fucking come quick enough ....   ❜ her words more to herself, but she knew paired with the heat in her eyes. andrei would truly know, just what she meant. at what him existing, was doing to her.

He doesn't take too long, not wanting to leave her too long without a watchful eye but he does what is needed to clean himself off after a training session. Getting out, he grabbed a towel and dried off before moving towards his closet to get some clothes. Well, comfortable clothes for him and that meant a pair of boxer briefs and sweatpants. A shirt was optional in his home and both knew that was something that he often chose to do. Without much of a thought, he moves back towards the kitchen where he hears movement. A smile pulls at his lips as he sees her up but then he understands where the look at follows comes from. A chuckle leaves him as he moves towards her, shoulders lifting and falling a shrug. "You did this to yourself." Andrei says as he rounds into the kitchen, arms wrapping around her to hold her close. "Believe me, I can't wait either. We both are dying here because my hand can only do so much after I've had you." And it was honest, he missed how she felt and what the two would do to one another in bed. "But I want you to feel better first, I don't want to risk anything happening to you. Again." He leans back down for another kiss, pulling away soon after with a smile. It wasn't a lingering one, all because he didn't want to work her up too much more than he already had with the fact he wasn't wearing a shirt. "Should I put something on to help?"

slender   palms   rest   folded   upon   rounded   metal   ,   crimson   polished   fingertips   draped   over   the   side   of   the   crib   as   the   witch   perches   beside   .   from   the   crux   of   her   index   pushes   a   soft   gust   ,   maneuvering   the   air   surrounding   arya   to   produce   a   gentle   breeze   for   the   slumbering   infant   .   brims   parted   ever   so   slightly   ,   an   old   sokovian   lullaby   lilting   into   the   room   as   her   husband   fills   the   doorway   .   ❝  i   am   just   watching   to   make   sure   she   has   nice   sleep   ,   ❞   explains   once   the   tune   has   culminated   ,   emerald   optics   immovable   from   the   visage   of   their   daughter   .   he'll   easily   read   between   the   lines   ,   of   course   .   decipher   the   truth   behind   such   an   easygoing   sentiment   .   she   needs   arya   to   sleep   well   ,   because   she   cannot   .   composure   holds   firm   ,   stoic   gaze   avoided   as   her   own   sparkle   with   the   threat   of   spilt   saline   .   it   isn't   until   sturdy   forelimbs   encircle   her   frame   that   her   throat   begins   to   tighten   ,   that   the   breath   hitches   in   her   throat   .   not   until   he   slowly   spins   her   that   the   dark   bags   beneath   drooping   lids   become   visible   .   brims   crumple   with   the   futile   effort   of   stifling   a   sob   ,   tears   breaking   the   levee   as   she   clings   tight   to   her   love   .   ❝  i   am   so   scared   .   .   .   ❞   mascara   saturates   the   cloth   of   his   shirt   as   slight   shoulders   tremble   with   days   of   unspoken   agony   .   ❝  ever   since   we   brought   her   home   ,   i   am   so   afraid   that   something   will   happen   to   her   .   it   is   like   a   boulder   on   my   chest   throughout   the   entire   day   ,   &   i   can   only   lift   it   when   i   see   her   little   chest   moving   .   ❞

He'd been busy all day, the nature of running the Ten Rings along with his sister but eventually he was able to return to their little corner of the world in the compound. Though when he walks in, he finds it quiet. It makes him have to look around the house until he eventually wanders over to the baby's room. That's where he finds her standing silently. Her tone tells him everything, she doesn't have to say much of anything. There is worry there and he knows it but he does not know entirely why but he doesn't jump to conclusions. He doesn't say anything, he lets her have the moment before slowly making his way towards her. He can feel the heavy emotions in the room, that was easy enough to pick up on before arms lift and wrap around her to give her some kind of comfort. It's then he feels her lean back against him. "She is sleeping and well." He says looking down at their daugher in her crib while still holding tight to her mother. Andrei knows the reason now why she is like this, knows because of the past how she had lost everyone she loved. She didn't want to go through that again and he understood it. It's then he turns her to face him, looking down at her as he sees the tiredness in her eyes. "Iubire...." He says softly, holding her tightly against him as she seems to fall apart in his arms. The facade fading away as she shows him everything that she has been hiding the last few days. He wishes he had known sooner, to help her sooner, but he was doing it now. "I know what you mean...but she is safe here. Nothing will happen to her. We have everything to watch her, not to mention your powers....she's the safest baby I've ever seen." Not that he had seen any before but his point still stands in his mind. "You need to sleep...I'll watch her, okay?"

He kept emerald gaze upon her, watching her really as she worked at patching up the bleeding cut that his first aid from his cut man hadn't done a good job of. She had, he assumed at least for now. It did feel better than it had when it was first taken care of and he was about to thank her until she nearly snapped back. "Everything alright?" He asks with a brief look of concern, emerald gaze looking her over for a moment before a hand lifted to lightly touch at the now mended cut. "Everything seems fine." He half mumbles to himself, hand falling back to his side as he shifts attention back to her. Was that her blushing? She seems to almost avoid looking at him soon after, trying to be engrossed in the bag she was putting back together. His gaze never left her, keeping attention on her as she moved about. It added to how he thought she was cute, a small smile pulling at his lips as he remained seated and more at her eye level. Then she looks back to him, the question following making his brows furrow for a moment before he nods. "Yeah it does make me happy. It's where I feel like everything else is quiet, I can just be....me." He shrugs, not sure if that makes sense to her but it did to him.

this should've been the easy part for her. fancy dinners, winning people over. talking was her forte and should've come naturally. things got a bit heavy though when it was revolving around life or death. "oh! wait, wait wait.." she quickly grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter then blew out a long breath, only for the glass to disappear from her hand a moment later. a choked sound squeezed out of her, almost resembling a whine that drifted into a sigh. her gaze shifted up... and up, until she met the gentle gaze of the giant man. red stained lips pursed, "i was only going to have one glass, don't give me that look! talking is so much easier when it's not forced to schmooze someone up." there were only ten days before the game. she'd spent nearly every single one of those days with andrei training her fighting skills but in the background.. gaining his knowledge. there was so much more to him than what others wanted to see. "just one drink." she held up a finger, giving him her sweetest smile.

This wasn't what he was good at, trying to be social and gain favors but that hadn't been anything new since he had been in her shoes. He hated it then and he hated it now but he also did what he had to do and that was what she was doing now. It was the nature of their life and something they just had to accept. He had long ago and it was rather obvious of how some people of the capitol looked at him. That was something he hadn't told her about and he didn't plan on it. Still, he was her mentor and he would do what he could. That meant taking the glass from her hand when he approached after seeing an opening to make his way over. Brow arches as she spoke, head tilting to the side just slightly as justification was made for her drink. "You need that?" He says with the same tone she knew by now. Jaw tenses at her request, green gaze lifting to look around the room before landing back on her. With the games being so close, what would one drink do? After all, he wasn't sure how it would go but he did want her to die and could only hope he had done enough for her to survive. "Fine." He says handing it back to her. "But just one. You have to be sharp here. Always." His last words more mumbled than the others.

his   building   had   been   easy   enough   to   find   –   towering   skyscraper   will   no   doubt   boast   an   over   the   top   penthouse   ,   given   her   cousin's   apparent   choices   .   simple   to   flirt   her   way   past   the   front   desk   ,   to   be   scanned   into   the   elevator   and   sent   up   on   her   way   ;   leading   here   ,   to   face   the   elder   romanian   head   on   .   &   that   she   does   ,   optics   narrowed   as   her   bag   shoves   hard   against   sturdy   chest   .   ❝  jesus   ,   andrei   –   i   knew   you   would   have   big   fancy   house   ,   dar   asta   depășește   imaginația   mea   cea   mai   sălbatică   .   ❞   slender   frame   slips   easily   through   the   crack   below   his   elbow   ,   pursed   brims   whistling   low   with   each   detail   taken   in   .   ❝  crezi   că   toate   astea   merită   să   renunți   la   potențialul   tău   ?   i   know   this   is   not   your   only   residence   ;   do   the   other   ones   make   it   worth   it   ?   ❞   forelimbs   crossed   atop   petite   chest   ,   finds   a   sitting   room   nearly   immediately   –   &   a   couch   on   which   to   throw   herself   down   .   ❝  do   you   have   anything   to   eat   ?   it   was   very   long   flight   , food was not so good .   ❞

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❝  i'd   like   to   think   it   worked   out   pretty   well   for   me   ,   ❞   hums   contentedly   ,   nuzzling   in   beneath   earthen   scruff   before   rolling   her   torso   up   onto   sculpted   pectorals   .   ❝  for   one   thing   ,   you   did   have   deep   pockets   ,   ❞   playfully   quips   ,   shoulders   lifted   &   dropped   with   a   soft   titter   of   affectionate   amusement   .   ❝  for   another   ,   if   i   hadn't   tried   to   swipe   your   wallet   ,   i   would   still   be   living   in   a   run   down   apartment   ,   boyfriendless   ,   planning   low   level   heists   with   the   eye   instead   of   experiencing   rich   people   life   with   the   hottest   guy   ever   .   you   kinda   saved   me   ,   if   i'm   being   honest   .   ❞   monologue   punctuated   with   a   series   of   peckish   lip   locks   ,   lashes   flutter   as   a   kittenish   smirk   begins   to   bloom   across   her   countenance   .   ❝  plus   it's   kind   of   great   practice   for   my   magic   skills   ;   i've   totally   gotten   ruslan's   rolex   off   of   him   like   six   times   now   .   ❞

Arm loosens around her as she moves, adjusting once she is resting ore atop his chest to look at him. "No, you weren't wrong, though there were other ways to find that out you know." Andrei counters, though she still saw no wrong entirely in what she did. "If you had come to the club, I'm sure you would have had my attention without having to steal from me....Or trying." Though he accepts the kisses and the compliment, well the last one is more or less accepted in a shrug once lips part. "I don't know about saving. That's not necessarily something I do." But in her eyes, he supposed that was something close enough. "He has told me about that actually, though it doesn't seem like magic and more just slight of hand like you tried with my wallet." He points out. "He did ask me to talk to you about that too actually." A small chuckle leaving him. "So, maybe take it a little easy on him?"