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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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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."

She'd been planning to make use of a couple of his neckties, but handcuffs are even better. "Oh my," she replies, but her expression says she's anything but scandalized. "Will you get them? I'm a little-"

She pauses, letting out a soft giggle. "I have to admit, I'm a little impatient," Saffron says, brushing her fingers over his mouth and then following up with her lips. "I've been wanting this for a long time."

"But of course," Molokov murmured into her ear once their kiss had ended. He wrapped his arms around her again and squeezed tightly before letting her go.

"I have wanted this too," he smiled, lightly touching her cheek. "So much more than I can say."

He turned and quickly went to his bedroom. A few minutes later, he returned with a pair of handcuffs. He dangled them playfully before Helen, inviting her to come claim them.

It isn't hard for Saffron to feign eagerness as she goes over to Molokov and takes the handcuffs from him, stretching up to kiss him as she does. "I think we should start with getting those clothes off you," she murmurs against his lips, her hand sliding up beneath his shirt.

"Have I mentioned that I like the way you think?" Molokov answered softly. He allowed himself to enjoy the feel of her hand against against his bare skin before kissing her slowly and taking a step back.

He smiled seductively at her and began to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time. He was anxious for more but this had been a long time in the making. Waiting a little longer would make it that much sweeter.

She watches him for a few moments, looking like she's having a hard time holding herself back, and once his shirt's unbuttoned Saffron surges forward, pushing him backward into his bedroom. Tossing the handcuffs on the bed, she slipped her hands into his open shirt, kissing him deeply as she pushed it back off his shoulders.

She's drawing it all out, deliberately so. The more urgently he wants her, the better the payoff will be.

Fiesty as well as breathtakingly stunning - truly, Helen had it all and Molokov felt so very fortunately all over again that he had found and claimed her first.

He twisted his fingers through her hug, tugging the curls gently as he shrugged out of his shirt. "Oh Helen," he murmured softly before kissing her back fiercely.

She responds to the kiss in kind, tossing his shirt to the side before slipping her hands between them and blindly starting to work on unfastening his trousers. She's so close she can taste it, and it's making it even easier for Saffron to feign eagerness as she opens her mouth to his and yanks unseeing on his pants and underwear to get them off.

Molokov sensed nothing but unbridled passion from Helen and as far as he was concerned, that was as it should be. This moment had been a long time in coming and was most certainly worth every moment of the waiting.

He lifted his hips to help make it easier for Helen to remove the pesky trousers and underwear. In truth, he could have pushed them off himself but he was far more concerned with running his hands down her back and pressing kisses to her shoulder.

She shoves downward, and once he's kicked the remainder of his clothing away, Saffron smiles. She wraps her arms around his waist, pressing her still-clad body fully against his naked one as she stretches up to kiss him.

"This is promising," she murmurs against his lips. "Lay down on the bed for me, honey. On your back."

"Anything for you," Molokov murmured after their kiss ended. He pressed against Helen for a moment, relishing the contrast between their bodies then obligingly rolled over on his back.

"I'm going to hold you to that, honey," Saffron replies, and once he's on the bed and lying on his back she leans over him to kiss him once, slow and deep. Then she takes his hands and lifts them above his head, handcuffing his wrists and securing them to the bed as well.

Slipping back off the bed, Saffron shimmies out of her dress in a flash, moving back to sit straddling Molokov once she's in just her bra and panties. "Tell me how much you want me," she murmurs, tilting her hips down against him and sucking in a breath in spite of herself at her body's reaction to the friction. "Tell me what you want to do to me, with me. In detail."

For a moment, Molokov regretted being handcuffed as this meant he couldn't run his hands all over Helen's voluptuous body but that was all right. He would surely get a chance in round two and if he was very lucky, he would get to use the handcuffs on her. Fair play and all of that.

He groaned as she straddled him, straining futilely against the handcuffs. "You ask me to talk when you tease me so? But I promised you anything and so I shall."

He paused for a moment to regain a little control of himself (and his English) then went on. "I want you so much. I need you. You are - oh, you are so beautiful and I want - I need to be inside you."

Leaning down, Saffron tilts her hips down against him one more time as she kisses him. She takes her time, tugging on his lower lip gently with her teeth as she pulls away.

"That's just what I wanted to hear, Alexander," she purrs as she straightens, smiling down at him as she sits straddling his lap. "And I have just two words for you."

A moment later her expression is completely different, moving from soft seduction to cold rage in a flash. There's nothing left of the sweet, adoring Helen in her eyes as she speaks slowly and deliberately.

"Anatoly Sergievsky."

She gives him a moment to let that sink in, then backhands him hard across the face.