MARIEL

19~Tell Me You Love Me~

Tira spent the last couple days in Russia with Olivia, making the most of the time they had left together. They went to dinner, went dancing, made love, and simply held each other in silence. Tira had been advised to pack the necessities for her journey to the States, and that the rest would be shipped to her new home.

Tonight was their last night together. Tira sat at the table she had requested to her room. It was dark, save for the candles she had also requested and she awaited Olivia, clad in a silky, dark blue evening gown. Her hair was up in a braided bun, and she sat alone, patiently awaiting the arrival of her lover. She thought about the events of the day, and the conversation she had had with Aleksey. Before leaving, she had asked for details of her genetics, where she was from and who were parents were. Tira had never asked for this information, but now before leaving Russia she felt the urge to know.

Aleksey had explained that her mother had been Swedish and her father Russian. He went on to state that she had been the fourth embryo that had attached, earning her the title Agent 4. When she inquired as to what had happened to the sperm and egg donors, aka her parents, he said he believed they were still alive but was unsure. In a way, Tira did not care, but she was curious, mainly because the only thing she had ever known about herself, the only thing stressed as important, was that she was a genetically enhanced weapon.

The soft knock brought her back to the moment. Quickly, she rose and opened the door to see Olivia. The black-haired beauty stood in a purple, knee length silk dress that clung to every curve and dipped low between her breasts, and she wore purple heels. A portion of her hair was clipped in a bun while the rest cascaded over her shoulders, highlighted against her ivory skin. In her hands, she held a jar of peanut butter and a plastic bag of carrots.

Tira melted at the sight. "You... are adorable. And beautiful. Come in."

Olivia stepped inside, and her eyes shifted to the table in the center of the room. "It smells delicious."

Tira pulled out the chair across the table from her and gestured for Olivia to sit. "I imagine that it is. Make yourself comfortable and I will serve you." She opened the champagne as Olivia quietly seated herself. "Are you hungry?"

Olivia stared distantly at her empty plate. "Can I be honest?"

Tira placed the glass of bubbling champagne in front of Olivia. "Of course."

"I almost didn't come. I don't think you understand how hard this is for me." Her voice shook and she continued to stare distantly at the plate.

Frustrated, Tira paused, her own glass in hand. "Olivia. It is what it is. Nothing is changing. Can we enjoy tonight? Please?"

Olivia did not look up. "I'm not hungry."

Tira downed the glass of champagne and remained standing. She looked at Olivia quietly. "What do you want from me? What more can I do to make you feel better?"

Olivia spoke softly, so quietly that Tira did not hear her.

"Olivia?"

The dark haired young woman woman looked up, her eyes burning. "Make love to me."

"Olivia... sweetheart, we have dinner here and then we can -"

"No," Olivia said sharply, her eyes glistening with tears. "Now."

The silence was thick.

"I want you to love me like you did the first night you had me," she whispered breathlessly, her hands shaking, her deep eyes boring a hole into Tira's soul.

Sudden heat rushed through Tira's body and, struggling to breathe, she came forward and pulled Olivia roughly from the chair. Aggressively, she pushed her to the floor and they both collapsed with a force so hard it rattled the table near them. Tira straddled Olivia, her dress rising up her thighs, propping herself onto her hands and bending so close their lips almost touched. Olivia moaned and looked up at her with pleading eyes.