The Competition

Viktor

When we got home, Carson told me he'd take care of Natalia and took her to her room. She's too weak to do anything. I am sitting in the leaving room when Carson appears.
"She's fine..but she, uh..wants to cuddle with me?" I raise my eyebrows.
"So?"
"Wouldn't that be weird? Me cuddling with your baby sister?"
"Carson, please save me the trouble and do what she says." He goes back upstairs and I take out my buzzing phone.

Malyshka

How's your sister?

Don't worry, she's fine.
And cuddling with Carson.

With Carson?

Yes, with that one best friend of mine. Anyway, are you okay?

Yeah, I told you I was fine, back then. Did you get hurt? Couldn't see very well in the dark.

So you do care.

You're being annoying.

But you love having me around.

Doesn't make you less annoying.

Go fuck yourself, Yelena, you wound me.

Fuck me yourself coward.

I smile at her last words. Bet. I switch chats and open Carson's.

Dumbass

Hey, I'm on my way out.

Should I care?

Bastard, I have a sensitive soul.

Since when does the human version of a headache have a soul?

He did not just call me that.

See you around.

Wherever you go, don't come back. Thank you.

Take care of yourself, friend.

I turn off the phone and walk outside to my car. I will probably print out her last text and frame it. The drive to her house should take an hour, I think. I get in the driver's seat and navigate the familiar road to her house, only parking two blocks away. I'm in no mood to get caught by the butler. I walk a good fifteen minutes before entering the garden in silence. The light is still on in her room. Taking a deep breath, I begin to climb, using the sturdy vines and the edges of the house for support. I finally reach the balcony and carefully pull myself over the railing. I knock gently on the glass door, hoping not to startle her too much. Moments later, Yelena appears, her eyes wide with surprise, then softening with recognition. She quickly opens the door, her expression a mixture of confusion and amusement.
"What the fuck are you doing on my balcony? We literally have a door."
"Hey Malyshka, and about that, I don't think I'll be welcome at this hour. Can I come in?" She steps aside to let me in, and I slip into her room, the warmth and familiar scent immediately comforting. She closes the door behind us and we stand there for a moment, just looking at each other.
"You scared me," she says with a trembling laugh, wrapping her arms around herself. "Why are you here?" she repeats the question I ignored.
"Let me see," I say, pulling out my phone. „Fuck me yourself coward. Does this remind you of anyone?"
"You're delusional."
"I can't control myself when it comes to you," I whisper, approaching her as she backs away. Her back is against the wall and she looks up at me with wide eyes, fear and desire mixing in their depths. I reach out and gently brush a strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers trembling slightly. I lean in and lock my eyes with hers until we are just inches apart. Then I close the gap and capture her lips in a hungry, passionate kiss as I turn off the lights. Her lips are soft against mine, and for a moment there's nothing but the sound of our heavy breathing filling the room. Then her hands are on my chest, pushing me back as she breaks the kiss and looks up at me. "You're crazy," she mutters against my lips. "Fucking crazy about you," I tell her, biting down on her lower lip.