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Gaby was lying in the bed. She was watching the sleeping Illya. He had a bandage on the bruise on his forehead, few bloody scratches on his jaw and other cheek bone was little purple. His arms were covered with bruises and Gaby was sure his torso was too. But she couldn’t feel the bruises. Illya´s body against her was warm and safe, hard and soft at the same time. Gaby lifted her hand carefully and brushed gently hairs aside on Illya´s forehead. Gaby pulled her hand back and smiled to herself. She really wanted to touch some more, but she also wanted to let Illya sleep. He needed it.
So Gaby let Illya to sleep. She just lay right next to him. Their thighs were touching and Illya´s other hand was still wrapped around her. Gaby could've watch Illya's sleep forever. He looked so peaceful. Gaby pondered what kind of dream he was seeing, and was her in it. She hoped so.
When Illya finally woke up, first thing he saw was Gaby´s face looking at him. The girl was right next to him. Soon he realized his hand was still around her. Gaby was so soft and warm.
“Morning,” Gaby said quietly. She was worried she might break some sort of spell if she was to talk too laud.
“Morning,” Illya´s voice was rough and deep after sleeping.
“Does your head hurt?” Gaby asked gently. She bravely touched side of Illya´s bandage and then quickly his cheek and jaw, like it was an accident.
“No,” Illya muttered.
“Does it hurt anywhere else?” Gaby asked.
Illya moved himself a bit, then grunted: ”No.”
Gaby smiled at him. “Is it because you are Russian?” she really didn’t believe that Illya was telling the truth.
Illya nodded all convincing like, but Gaby still didn’t believed him.
She lifted her hand and pressed it against his cheek. Illya´s soft face tightened suddenly.
“What is it?” Gaby asked. She still spoke quietly, like there was someone in the room they didn’t wanted to wake up.
“Yesterday I was…” Illya stopped thinking what words to use, “aggressive,” he finally decided. ”I am sorry.”
“No. There’s nothing to be sorry for,” Gaby assured. She stoked his cheek with her thumb. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Are you sure?” Illya asked and lowered his gaze.
“Yes,” Gaby whispered, “I liked it.”
Illya lifted his eyes back to Gaby´s. He pressed his hand against Gaby´s on his cheek and just held it there. They lay in silence, just looking at each other. Last night Illya felt like he had to have Gaby immediately and to do everything with her right away, like she was going to disappear otherwise. But now when Gaby was there right next to him, the rush was gone. She was there, under the same blanket, skin against skin. They had all the time in the world.
”You are beautiful,” Illya whispered as he watched Gaby. He felt a sense of pride when Gaby smiled and her cheeks turned pink. He lifted his hand on Gaby´s hand and pressed it gently against her neck. Illya could feel Gaby´s heartbeat in his fingertips. He let his hand slide down, softly over her collarbones, still further, all the way to the first button on her pajama top. He tugged on it slightly and Gaby tried to cover the sharp inhale that she make.
Gaby laughed a little, all shy. Suddenly she was incredibly nervous. Her breathing was either too fast of she was holding her breath. Her lips seemed to be dry all the time and if she was to lift her hand away from Illya´s cheek, she would see it tremble. Her heart was pounding like drum in her chest.
Illya pressed his whole palm against bare skin on Gaby´s cleavage and the girl sighed deeply. He was sure that none of what he had done earlier in his life, have been better than this moment. They weren’t even kissing and yet Illya could see in Gaby´s eyes, on her open lips, rosy cheeks and pounding heart, how much she wanted him. Him. It felt strange. He had a difficulty believing it was all real.
Gaby moved closer to Illya. Their hips pressed together and suddenly Illya felt like a wave of politeness was washing over him. He was sure that Gaby could feel how much he really wanted her.
“Sorry,” Illya said almost embarrassed. “I just -”
But Illya couldn’t finish his sentence. Gaby pressed quickly her lips against his, like she was scared that he would run away. Illya´s hand slide away from Gaby´s collarbones, it brushed her breast, run along her ribs, then her hip. Illya pulled her closer.
Gaby felt butterflies in her stomach. Her whole body was all tingly, her limbs all the way in her toes and fingertips.
The kiss was filled with passion, but it wasn’t rough or even sexy. It was tender and sweet, deliciously thorough and gentle. When their lips finally parted, their foreheads and noses were still touching.
Gaby wrapped her hand behind Illya´s neck and took a deep breath. It was good to lie down, because she felt very light headed. The feeling was stronger when she closed her eyes, so Gaby just threw herself at its mercy and pressed her lips on Illya´s again.
Illya let his hands slide allover Gaby. He didn’t care if there was some part where he wasn’t supposed to be touching. Gaby felt so lovely even through her pajama. Every sigh and sharp inhale made Illya just want her more. He lifted himself gently over Gaby when his rib cage reminded him about last night. He covered the pain like he was used to do, but Gaby could feel the little twitch his body made.
“Illya,” Gaby sighed and pushed Illya gently back on the bed. She didn’t pull away but she stopped the kiss. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
”Isn’t it me who is supposed to be saying that,” Illya asked.
Gaby smiled him so softly. “We have time. We don’t need to rush.”
“I don’t want to wait,” Illya confessed. Their noses were touching.
“Me neither,” Gaby whispered. ”But you are hurting.”
“I can take it,” Illya assured. “I am -”
“Russian. Yes, I know,” Gaby laughed. ”But that no reason to hurt you.”
Illya kissed Gaby again. He gently bit her lower lip and rubber his tongue against hers. He felt how Gaby´s fingers squeezed his neck and how she held her breath. His hands slide her hips again and Illya pulled her firmly against him. This time he wanted to show just how much and how hard he really wanted her. Gaby made the sexiest little moan.
“We can wait of course,” Illya muttered against Gaby´s lips. “If you want.”
“That’s unfair,” Gaby sighed. Her brows frowned as she didn’t know what she wanted more; not to hurt Illya or to do everything with him.
Illya stared at her eyes and pressed his hand softly on her breast. He grabbed it gently and made Gaby´s lips tremble.
“Yes,” Gaby sighed, her voice full of barely contained passion. “I´ll be gentle,” she promised.
Illya kissed impatiently her lips. He opened slowly every button on Gaby´s pajama. Only then he touched her bare skin under it. His hand slid in to her belly and up. Illya leaned away from Gaby. He wanted to see his hand touching her breast. He could feel her pink nipple on his palm. Gaby´s cheeks were red and hot.
Somewhere between the kisses Illya managed to get Gaby´s pajama slowly off. She was so beautiful, firm and petite, but so full of power. Her skin was almost hot from lust. Illya´s hand moved against her inner thigh and he felt how she was holding her breath again.
“Illya,” Gaby whispered. “I… I…”
”Say it,” Illya beg, his lips on Gaby´s neck. He bit her soft skin ever so slightly.
“I want you,” Gaby manages to whisper. A low moan escaped her lips and her hand pressed hard on Illya´s shoulders when he slid his hand between her thighs. Gaby was warm and ready and melting under Illya´s touch. She closed her eyes and let the dark spinning feeling took her. Gaby let Illya touch her were ever he would choose to touch. His finders founded a place that made Gaby´s back arch.
“There,” Gaby sighed just before the dark sticky wave covered her. It pressed her against the bed, made all her muscles cramp at the same time. All her blood was packed on her hips and suddenly it explode to rush her veins, hot and burning. It tremble her like an earthquake, over and over again. Her limbs turned heavy and tingly. Illya kissed her and Gaby pressed herself against him like her life was depending on it. She lifted her heavy arms on Illya´s hips and pushed his underwear down. Gaby´s whole body was tired but she wanted more. She wanted everything Illya could give her.
Illya pressed Gaby´s hips on the bed. He lifted himself towards her when Gaby stopped him.
“You are going to be hurt like that,” she said. “Let me be -”
“It's okay,” Illya reassured and tried to move himself again.
“No, it’s better if -”
“Women,” Illya almost shouted and Gaby froze. He pressed Gaby against the bed and lifted himself on top of her. “Please, let me do this,” he asked firmly like his masculinity was depending on whether he was able to be on top.
Gaby bit her lip so she wouldn’t smile at him. She nodded and their legs wrapped around each other. Gaby´s thighs raised on Illya´s hips and he lowered down to kiss her breasts.
“Promise me you say if I’m hurting you,” Gaby asked gently. She didn’t want to denial Illya for anything, but not to hurt him either.
“Yes,” Illya muttered against Gaby´s skin and she knew he lied. Illya felt Gaby trembling under him. Her hands slide over his back and Illya pressed kisses allover Gaby´s breasts and neck while moving toward her lips. He put so much weight on Gaby then he dared. Illya took a deep breath and pressed himself so close to Gaby then was physically possible, so deep that Gaby could just cry out a moan that made him almost lose it. Gaby´s fingers burrowed in his back as she sighed, but it was good pain. Gaby under him was warm and alive and moved against him. Her lips were hot and touching him allover where she just could reach.
Illya´s arms were aching. Every thrust made him remember all the bruises on his back and ribs. But he didn’t want to stop yet. He wanted to hold on himself and keep on going. But he could feel how his left arm was going to collapse any time now under the weight of his body. So he couldn’t and didn’t hold back. Illya pressed his face on Gaby´s neck as his muscles pulsed like his heart beat in his veins. He was grabbing her so hard he couldn’t believe she wasn’t breaking. But Gaby was strong, just how he liked it. She would endure anything for him.
Then Illya´s was forced to roll back to his side as his hand just wasn’t strong enough anymore to hold him up. He pulled Gaby with him much like at night before when he was just been able to drag himself to bed. Illya panted heavily against Gaby´s collarbones.
“Так прекрасно,” Illya muttered in Russian, because he was just forget all his English. “Ты, словно рай.”
Gaby´s Russian wasn’t yet very well, but she roughly understands what Illya was saying.
“Мне очень жаль,” Illya sighed.
“What are you apologizing?” Gaby asked. She was smiling and her hand rise to stoke Illya´s hair.
“Это было быстро,” he said still Russian. Then the words started to return him. “It was brief.”
“It was perfect,” Gaby sighed. Her body was like pudding against Illya. “You can try to make an impression when you are not all bruised and aching.”
Illya smiled against Gaby’s breasts. It was good to have a target where to aim. He was going to start his healing by lying against Gaby´s naked body for next few days. Her kisses and touches would make him strong again. And then he would really show her what he was capable.