Disavowed but Not Forgotten (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3 Fanfiction) ✓

Chapter 10

Author's Note: I can't believe that it's always been ten chapters. Anyways, enjoy this chapter :)

If you have any writing tips, please feel free to comment.

Again, I gratefully accept constructive criticism as a means to help me develop my skills as a writer.

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Chapter 10

It was early in the morning where the sun was rising and Red was on duty guarding the perimeter. Yuri stood a few hundred meters away from her. Despite the fact that she was supposed to be concentrating on her surroundings, she couldn't help but drift away and think about the night they had spent together. She was glad that she had accepted his request; there were no regrets. What she liked most is that Yuri didn't smother her and followed her everywhere; he talked to her normally as if nothing had happened but there was always that twinkle in his eye that suggested otherwise.

Her mind wandered off to that night they had spent together...

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"Very well Spetsnaz man," she said seductively. "I lead."

"I'm all yours," he smirked.

She leaned in slowly and her hair slightly tickled his face. Their lips brushed against each other and all of a sudden, Red's exhaustion melted away to be replaced by a tingling sensation. Yuri's hands stroked her thighs and up her rear, slightly biting her lip. It felt so good that she let out a soft moan. He smirked at her response and decided to take over. He grabbed her from her waist and rolled her over. She giggled and got lost staring at his blue, sparkling eyes. Red stroked his head and could feel his prickly short hair that it tickled her.

She tugged on his t-shirt and Yuri got the message. He took it off revealing more tattoos but something else got Red's attention. As she observed his body, she noticed that it was faultless; chiseled torso, rock hard abs, wide shoulders with a muscled neck, well-built biceps.

"Wow," she murmured.

"I'm glad you like what you're seeing," he whispered back.

"And I'm glad I didn't turn down your invitation."

His heart started beating fast. Were they moving too fast, he asked himself as he slowly unbuttoned Red's shirt. But that question did not trouble him anymore as he glanced at Red's body. He stroked her neck and down onto her breast and he started to feel hot in his face. He couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her from behind her neck and kissed her firmly, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Yuri's hands were wandering over her back as he searched for the clasps to remove her bra. After successfully removing it, Red dug her nails in Yuri's back where he moaned in satisfaction.

In spite of the signs that Red doesn't seem to mind that much, Yuri still had doubts if what he was doing was hurting her. It was a bit ironical on his part seeing that he had suggested it, but he couldn't help wondering if it felt like he was taking advantage of her. They lied naked on the bed with his head buried in her chest inhaling the sweet smell of her natural body scent. Her skin was so soft that he could lie there for days.

"Is there something wrong?" she whispered.

Yuri looked in her deep blue eyes and stroked her cheek with his calloused hands.