Chapter 45: Revenge is Sweet
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I did manage to hold myself together long enough to wash my face and put on the dress I'd worn that morning, it was short, sleeveless and sea green. I met Alexi at the front door, skate bag in hand. He took my bag and went back into the practice ice. He returned empty handed.
"I asked Russavini to see that Yelena brings our skates home. I didn't want to have to carry them." He explained.
I wasn't in the mood for talking, so we just walked. For once, Alexi shortened his step to mine so that I didn't have to double time to keep up with him. He was very solicitous and kept his arm around me the whole way. I appreciated having him close to me. It meant that I didn't have to pay much attention to anything but my thoughts. All I had to do was put one foot in front of the other. Alexi would navigate.
As we approached the house, I handed him my keys and numbly watched him open the door. I walked past him into the foyer, hung up my coat and went into the living room. He followed me. I stood motionless by the chair, looking out the window, my back to Alexi. He sat in the chair and took my hand. I slid back over the arm, until I was sitting on him. He put his arms around me and I snuggled down into the embrace.
I don't know how long we sat that way. For a while, I thought about how unhappy I was, how betrayed, how frustrated. I got angry. I had been so faithful to Sasha. No matter what I felt for Alexi, I was faithful to Sasha and he betrayed me! I didn't even cry. I just sat. Lulled by the warmth of Alexi's body, I fell asleep.
I was not quite coherent, but I felt him move and I realized that he was carrying me towards my room. He laid me on my bed and managed to pull some covers around me.
"Alexi, don't go."
"I thought you were asleep."
"I was, but I need you." I moved over and patted the now empty space in the bed. He returned and lay down on top of the covers facing me. I leaned over some resting my head on my hand and leaning on my elbow. I looked at him carefully, deciding. I was angry at being betrayed. There was no point in torturing myself further. What I felt for Sasha was broken, gone, a memory.
I caressed Alexi's cheek with my free hand, drawing my fingers down his neck and then up to ruffle through his hair. Then I moved closer, until there was only a whisper of space between us. I kissed him. Alexi had kissed me before, of course, but I had never kissed him. He's much of a lip kisser, but I just wander all over the place. I nuzzled his neck and nibbled on an ear. I even bit him softly. I wrapped a leg around him, pulling him even closer and then pivoted a hip so that I could unbutton his shirt.
He lay compliantly beside me, not trying to control or even participate. I began to work my way down his chest, dusting soft kisses, nips and licks, here and there, sucking gently on a nipple and the brushing the tip of my nose across his tummy. I took one hand and opened the shirt cuff at his wrist and then did the other. Lingering with it, I ran my tongue down the inner surface of his arm. He shivered.
"You're wearing too many clothes." I whispered and I pushed my hands over his shoulders under his shirt. He drew it off his arms and put a hand lightly on my shoulder. I took his wrist and gently pulled his hand over, trailing his fingertips under my collar bone and down into the scooped neckline of my dress until he could feel my breast beneath the fabric. The look on his face was one of wonder and confusion and consternation. "You can manage the buttons, can't you?" I asked. "They go all the way down the front... "
He did not move, but I opened the first several buttons and shrugged the dress off my shoulders. I was bare to the waist. I pressed up against him, but the covers came between my flesh and his." Why don't you come in here with me?" I asked. He touched my cheek for a moment and the slid off the bed and got in under the covers.
He came to me hesitantly, with soft kisses and gentle hands. He kissed my face and neck and then, following the path of his hands, he kissed my breasts, teasing the nipple with his tongue. Small as they were, they seemed to please him, for he paid them special attention which I thought delightful. He put a hand onto my thigh and pushed upwards, up under the skirt of my dress. His face registered surprise at my pantiless state. I rolled slightly on to my back, pinning his hand in the hollow of my waist. It drew him more across me and he ended leaning over my body, half on me and half off.
"Lenoska." he said huskily, his voice heavy with passion.
I didn't let him finish. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down and kissed him with all the power I could muster. He had lost his balance and for a few moments, the full weight of his body rested on mine. He was heavy and I was almost crushed, but it was a sensation which I relished, not only for itself, but to avenge myself on Sasha.
"I've waited for this, a long, long time." I purred. "I have wanted you so, denied myself. But I won't deny it any longer. Love me, Alexi."
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