Her Russian

Chapter 74-Home At Last

Ilia never in a million years thought they would be rescued but in fact smirked at his wife's positive attitude and decided that he would try, in the future, to have more faith.

He looked down at his sleeping wife and marveled at the love and selflessness that led her on an almost ill-fated quest to save his life.  She was by no means off the hook with him just yet.  He was beyond pissed at her, but everything in it's right time and now was not the time.

He had asked Tori to call Dr. Markov as he wanted his wife checked out by their physician before anything else was done that night.

Ilia marveled at the strength that his wife's tiny hands possessed as he looked at the hand wrapped around his shirt, like he was her lifeline, when in fact and the truth be told, she was his and she always would be.

Sighing, he laid his head back against the seat of his car, setting his mind adrift and trying to catch a bit of sleep before the arrived at the compound.  He knew it was going to be a celebratory greeting that they would receive and he would be thankful for it, but for now he just wanted a shower and then to go to bed with Galina.

"Boss, Ilia, we're home" he heard Maxim's voice rouse him from sleep.  He felt a little better than before but it would take more than thirty minutes to put him at ease.  He was bone tired and he knew Galina was too as she was still asleep and hadn't moved.

"Detka, we are home" Ilia's soft voice whispered.  Though her eyes were still closed, he couldn't help but notice the smile that escaped her lips when he uttered those words to her.

"Are we really and truly home, Ilia?" her quiet voice asked.  "Da, my sweet wife.  We are really and truly home.  Can you walk?" he asked, suddenly concerned about her well being.

"Da, I can walk, my sweet husband" she parroted back to him, causing him to crash his mouth to hers in a moment of rejoicing.

"Oh Ilia" she moaned from his kisses.  "Come" he said, holding out his hand for her and she accepted it gratefully, bringing it to her mouth and caressing his knuckles with her soft lips.

True to what he thought about the people that he'd surrounded himself with, they were waiting outside and inside the house, cheering at their boss' safe return and then extra cheers went up for his queen as well.

He was sure that the word had spread by now about what had happened and he was sure that his mother would be there soon, if not already and he was sure that he would be receiving groveling phone calls from the other heads and their excuses as to why Andre Petrov was not dealt with before it went as far as it did.

"Galina!  Oh my God!" Tori shouted, taking her cousin into her arms.  True Tori had been at the warehouse but she was involved in getting the mess cleaned up and sanitizing the area so they hadn't had time to greet each other properly.

"Tor!" Galina said happily as she embraced her cousin.  "God I don't know whether to worship at your feet or bust your ass" she said half kidding and half serious.  Galina's face fell at her cousin's words, but she understood why she was angry at her.

"Tori, can you please be angry with me tomorrow?" she pleaded.  "I'm so tired, I just want a shower and then bed with my husband.  If I don't get those two things right this instance, I will just lean against the wall and sleep there" she added dramatically.

"Come on, shorty" she cajoled.  "Dr. Markov is waiting for you in your bedroom" Tori said.  Galina nodded but then looked around for Ilia and couldn't find him.  She figured he was probably in his study or in their room already with the good doctor.

Pushing open the door, she found Ilia and Dr. Markov, neither of them sporting happy faces.  Galina groaned as she prepared for their tongue lashing.

She had noticed that Dr. Markov brought all his bells and whistles including a portable sonogram machine.  He and Ilia were going all out and not taking any chances with her at all.

"Lay down, please Mrs. Savin" the doctor said gruffly.  Oh, so she transgresses once and she's Mrs. Savin, sighing she laid down on the bed, unfastened her jeans and pulled her shirt up.

The gel was cold and caused her to shiver, but the thoughts of discomfort were soon abandoned as soon as she heard Aleksei's little heartbeat.  It was so steady and strong, like Ilia's and all at once the levity of everything that happened came crashing down, as she broke down.

She could hear Markov and Ilia talking about her, but she didn't care, she just needed to feel her husband beside her.  After getting her belly cleaned up, it was at the doctor's suggestion to get some food into them both and then sleep.  Lots of it.

Galina could feel the bed dip down as Ilia climbed in next to her, folding her into his arms.  "Ilia" she cried.  She could hear him shushing her, telling her that everything was okay.  The danger was gone and Petrov could no longer hurt either one of them.

She nodded at his words, as they washed over her and comforted her like a favorite blanket.  Rolling over to face him, she threw her right leg over his hip and brought herself closer to him, letting her mouth devour his.

"God I need you, Ilia, so much" she said breathlessly as she worked on the buttons of his dress shirt.  Once it was opened, she placed kisses down the middle of his chest on his bare skin and each contact felt like fire.

She paused only long enough to shed the shirt that Petrov had covered her with and then she flung the remnants of her own tattered shirt onto the floor, leaving her bare chested.

"Blyad' (fuck)" Ilia whispered as he took in his wife's breasts.  They were so beautiful, full and round with the milk that would deliver nourishment to their son but right now, before that, they were his to tease and tantalize.

While Ilia played with his wife's breasts he could feel her hand slip between them, grabbing the waistband of her jeans and pulling them down, leaving her lower body in just her panties.

Galina was running on pure adrenaline now as she took her husband's left hand and brought it down to her sex, guiding his finger on the outside of her panties to stroke her.

"Hmm" she moaned as her husband drew her panties to the side and slipped a long finger inside her.  "Jesus, baby" he grunted at the amount of arousal her body had generated.

Finding her more-than-willing sensitive bud, he started caressing her, winding her up and he could tell by the way she was moving her hips that she would come soon.

Fumbling for the zipper of his dress pants, Galina got this unfastened and pulled down enough, that she slipped her hand inside his underwear, grasping his hard shaft, that was there and waiting to be taken in by her body.

"Ilia, please baby.  I need you" Galina begged.  She watched her husband get up and remove all of his clothing and then he turned to the only thing on her body and that was her boots, socks and jeans.

After removing all barriers from his path, Ilia settled between her legs and sunk ever so slowly into her, not saying anything, just burying himself in her.

Despite being tired, Ilia and Galina made love for the next hour, showered and then fell back into bed, wrapped up in each other and oh so thankful they were home, together as a family.

They would deal with tomorrow and whatever life decided to throw at them but the main thing was they still had each other and they still had another day and what a blessing that was.