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It's been too long, to the point of frustration, to the point where she's wondering if the years on the island have made her lose her touch. More than once Saffron has wondered if she should just give it up, if she just needs to admit to herself that she doesn't have the magic she once had out in the black that spurred her marks to be on her inside of ten minutes, as she'd told Mal once upon a time. She's never had to work this long to get what she wants.

She's been wondering, but tonight, it's like it's all finally sliding into place. She and Molokov have been together the better part of the afternoon, strolling in the park, enjoying a nice dinner, going out dancing. And now that evening's turning into night, she can feel it - that spark, that sense the time is right, the feeling she used to get back when she did this for a living that let her know all the pieces were falling together. Saffron's noticed the way he's been looking at her all night, the way he silently claims ownership by slipping an arm around her in public, by keeping her close as they dance.

She's holding her shoes in one hand as they move off to the side in the low-key club where they've been dancing. She's been making sure to stay close to him as much as possible, as if she can't stand to be too far away, and now she slips in beneath his arm, her own curling around his waist as she stands facing him, pleasantly buzzed. "It's getting warm in here, Alexander," she murmurs, nuzzling against his neck.

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"It is, isn't it?" Molokov agreed, more than a little tipsy himself. It had been a wonderful day, the best one he'd had in awhile, in fact, and it was in large part due to Helen. He was so very fortunate he had found her and that she was all his.

"Would you perhaps like to go someplace a little more... cooler?"

Saffron tilts her head back just enough to look up at Molokov, somehow pulling off a look that's both shy and seductive. "I'd love to go anywhere with you, honey," she says. "Did you have somewhere in mind?"

"I was thinking perhaps to my flat," Molokov answered. He smiled warmly at her, lightly running his fingers through her hair. "If you would not mind it just being the two of us."

Gotcha.

This is heading in the exact right direction. Saffron returns Molokov's smile with something like anticipation in her eyes. "I think that sounds perfect," she replies, her desire to go home with him apparent, but not for the reason he thinks.

"Wonderful!" Molokov exclaimed happily. He had been hopeful that she would agree and it was highly gratifying to be confirmed right. He had taken his time on their courtship, choosing the allure of the slow hunt rather than the quick kill, so to speak, and now it was all going to pay off handsomely.

"One more dance and then we shall go?"

For a moment she hesitates, wondering if it'll make her appear to be coming on too strong, but Saffron decides that wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing right now. She needs Molokov to feel urgently wanted.

"Can't we just...go now?" she asks, wiggling just a little against him, a pleading note in her voice. "Please, Alexander?"

Molokov hadn't wanted to seem too eager for fear that he might frighten her but he was more than happy to leave right away if that was her desire.

"By all means," he said after kissing her forehead. "If you would like to go now, then let us go!"

This is going just the way it should, and Saffron beams up at him, staying close as she takes his hand to lead him out of the club and into the evening air.

Once they're outside she stops, turning into him again like she needs that closeness again. "I'm looking forward to us...having some time alone," she murmurs, reaching up to run her fingers lightly along his jawline.

"As am I," Molokov answered, turning his head so he could lightly kiss her fingers. He gazed at her with an heated expression, his eyes promising all sorts of delights once they were alone in the comfort of his little flat.

Fortunately it would not be too much longer now before they could enjoy each other.

Saffron looks up at him, dragging her teeth over her lower lip. "Normally I'd say we should walk, nice night like this, but..." She moves just a little bit closer, like she can't help herself, like if she has to wait much longer she may just jump him right here on the sidewalk. "Maybe we should get a cab."

"I do like the way you think," Molokov said, pleased at her suggestion. It was a lovely night for walking, yes, but there were other nights for this. The sooner they got home, the better.

He hailed a taxi and when it pulled up to where they were standing, he ceremoniously opened the door to allow Helen to enter first.

Saffron slips into the cab and slides over so Molokov can follow her in, though she doesn't slide all the way, making sure to sit close against his side as they head off to his apartment. It's not a terrible long drive, and she keeps her hand on his leg the whole way, looking over at him periodically like she can't completely believe her luck at getting someone like him to take her home with him.

By the time they reach their destination, Saffron's pretty sure she's got him right where she wants him.

When they arrived at his building, Molokov was in such an expansive mood that he tipped the driver liberally. This was a grand, glorious night and in a few moments he would have a willing Helen in his arms. This was just the right time for a magnanimous gesture.

He guided her inside the building and up to his flat. He stopped for a light kiss then pulled his keys out. "I will need to put Vova into the bathroom and then I am all yours."

She sets down her purse as they head inside and gives him a look that's full of desire. "I'll be waiting," she says, then ducks her head and smiles as if she's suddenly nervous.

Molokov smiled reassuringly at her and kissed her forehead, prompting a plaintive meow from Vova. The little kitten was not at all amused that not only had his master come home late, he had brought home another person.

"Yes, I know, little one," he said as he picked Vova up and carried him over to the bathroom. He set him down on the floor and quickly shut the door before he could scamper out.

He turned his focus back on Helen and pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. "Now," he murmured. "It is just you and me."

Things are going perfectly, and Saffron allows a soft, delicate moan to escape her as Molokov kisses her, a kiss she returns with barely restrained enthusiasm.

It's not difficult for her to be enthusiastic when her plan is rolling out so gorram nice.

"You've got me all alone, Alexander," she says softly, tightening her arms around his neck as she presses against him. "Whatever will you do with me?"

"I can think of a few things," Molokov answered softly as he threaded his fingers through Helen's hair and leaned in to kiss her again. He was so thrilled by his success in getting here at last that it was an effort to remember that he was to be charming and gentlemanly. "Shall I tell you my thoughts?"

"Please do," she murmurs, genuinely curious to see if her suspicions about his preferences are accurate. "Tell me all your thoughts, handsome."

It won't be too long now.

"Many of them revolve around you," Molokov murmured softly in her ear. "And what I might do to have you screaming my name. I have also thought of what you might to do to me if you were to have all your own way."

"Oh my," Saffron replies, making it clear from her tone that she's affected by what he's saying in a definitely good way. "I like that your thoughts revolve around me."

She pauses, as if she's debating whether or not to say something. "There is one thing," she says, nuzzling at his neck. "But I'm not sure if I should say. It's a bit...scandalous."

"Tell me," Molokov cajoled, brushing his lips over her cheek. "I would very much like to know what is on your mind, no matter how... scandalous it seems."

Saffron ducks her head briefly, pressing her forehead against his collarbone as she lets out what could be described as a giggle. "Promise you won't laugh," she says, and then before he can promise, continues in a soft, almost hesitant voice, "I've thought about what it would be like to - tie you up. And have my way with you."

Helen was so sweet and demure that this request was very much the last thing Molokov expected to hear. He was utterly delighted by it and smiled her at delightedly.

"If that is your desire then I would be very happy to indulge you."

It wasn't as if she could truly pin him down, after all.

He's playing right into her hands, and inwardly Saffron's incredibly pleased at how perfectly this is playing out. Of course Molokov isn't threatened by the thought of sweet Helen tying him up - he thinks she's perfectly harmless.

She looks up at him, her smile pleased and more than a little aroused. "Really?" she says. "I was worried you'd think it was a little too - out there."

Being tied to a bed was rather tame in his viewpoint but Molokov was certainly not going to tell her that. If all went well tonight and he had no reason to think otherwise, he would consider suggesting other things to see if she might be amenable but that was for a later time. Tonight was all about gratifying her and her desires.

"Not at all," he reassured her. "It excites me that you would want to do this. I even, and I hope you will not be too shocked, have a pair of handcuffs that you could use to have your wicked, wicked way with me."