Vixen & The Viper - Baby It's On The Cold Outside [a specterverse xmas novella]

Chapter Six : Cold War

Venom Romanov

An invigorating pressure builds in my veins as the undeniable temptress grinds herself against me, all soft warm curves and cinnamon cookie perfume.. Having her here in my home has been a torturous reminder of just how lonely I had been before she arrived.. How empty..

Despite myself and against all reason, I find her company to be bewitching unlike any other.. She is chirpy and upbeat.. I don't think I've ever met anybody with so much fucking sparkle.. She shines sweetness, radiates happiness and glows with an inner light that illuminates her captivating green gaze from within.. In fact, she's so sunny that her persistent and incandescent joy would be intolerably annoying if she weren't so goddamn adorable..

So what if my English isn't great and she doesn't understand half of the words that come out of my mouth?

When I'm with Mishka it doesn't seem to matter.. We don't need to speak to communicate..

Just one glance at the yearning look in those glittering emerald flames is enough to assure me that she is thinking the same thing I am.. She wants me as much as I want her, and I'm about to succumb to all my baser animal instincts to ensure she gets her way..

My exploratory hands trace the hourglass shape of her petite figure, my fingers hooking into the hem of the hockey jersey she wears.. She gingerly lifts her arms in timid response as I carefully peel away that first layer of fabric that provided her modesty.. Beneath she wears a simple black bra, no lace or silk.. Instead the garment is understated and elegant, just enough fabric to cover her femininity, yet not skimpy enough to suggest ritual sin..

Her perky chest heaves with anticipation as she extends her seeking slender fingers to reach for the top button of my shirt..
Ashamed of what is underneath, I grab her hand to stop her and her little button nose wrinkles in confusion.. "W-what's wrong?"

I watch her carefully, with the kind of cautious suspicion that I wish I could just ignore.. But I am who I am, no matter where I hide or how much I try to forget it.. My past will always haunt my future.. I will always be a traitor to my family, a deserter of the brotherhood. A murderer.. A villain.. "I am not what you think, Snezhinka.."

"I'll be the judge of that.." Tentatively she tries to undress me again, unpicking a button with trembling fingers.. I allow my hands to fall to my sides, no longer resisting the inevitable..

This is it.. The moment where she wont be able to deny my lineage.. My association.. My sin..

Her forest-green focus follows her fingers as she works to strip away the plaid cotton, finding a lifetime of scars, battle wounds and mafia ink beneath..
Her fingers skim over my skin in a study of my marked flesh, sketching the outline of the snarling, scar-eyed bear that covers the right side of my chest.. Then, featherlight nails rake across to appraise the eight pointed star that embellishes the place above my heart..