Hotel Six: A Call of Duty Fanfiction

Chapter 28: Connection

WARNING: mature content ahead! If you want to skip it, watch for the :: to signify the beginning and end of the scene.

It was a beautiful room, though definitely belonged to a bachelor, with stray clothes lying about and the occasional odd trinkets and things on the nightstand and dresser.

"I'm sorry about the mess. I thought my housekeeper was supposed to be here today," he said, sweeping up the clothes and dropping them into a basket in the closet across the room.

"Not to worry," said Sasha. "I'm not judging you." She sat down on the bed and carefully began to slip off her high heels. She was about to reach back for the zipper on the back of her dress, but Vladimir was already working on it. The felling of his fingers running down her spine sent a shudder through her body. He slid the black dress off her silken skin and traced his fingertips over her smooth features. His hands worked their way down her arms, then to her sides and around her middle to pull her close for another kiss. "Mmm, you're not going to stay dressed the whole time, are you?" she mused playfully.

He grinned. "Of course not." Vladimir leaned back and took off his jacket. Sasha unbuttoned his shirt underneath and he kissed her cheek and neck as she did her work.

Feeling his lips against her skin out a nauseated feeling in her gut. She knew it would hurt if he tried to bed her like this; she had to put her mind elsewhere. His hands grazed her low back and she closed her eyes. Anyone else- literally, anyone else's face would be preferable to Makarov's.

Price.

Her eyes closed tighter, recalling his face, those steely blue eyes that had been so fierce yet showed so much kindness when she hadn't expected it. Those hands, rugged and strong, the same hands she had stern take lives, save a comrade moments before disaster, and offer comfort when there didn't seem to be any to be had. His arms, the ones he'd wrapped around her when she was at her weakest.

When his lips met her neck, she couldn't stop the excited shudder that ran through her body. Her fingers claws at his shoulders and her eyes closed , shutting out Makarov and clinging to any and every fragment of John she could. She would never truly see him again, but at least pretending she could felt better than having to accept reality.

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As she took off his shirt, he unhooked her bra and carefully drew it off her to reveal two succulent breasts. He smoothed his fingers down her chest to her stomach, feeling a small divot. Vladimir pulled her closer for another kiss as she unfastened his belt, resisting the urge to emit a quiet moan of anticipation and want.

Sasha worked his pants off, and he pulled at her panties so that, finally, they were both naked. She wrapped her arms around his neck and took a soft breath when he reached down between her legs. She rest her head on his shoulder, kissing his neck and cheek while he gently worked his fingers in a circle. A moan, barely louder than a sigh escaped her.

Vladimir chuckled. "Doesn't take much to get you excited," he said."You're already wet..."

Her face flushed red when he slid one of his fingers inside her. "Mmm... I get very excited very easily," she admitted shyly. She whimpered and gripped his skin with her nails as he slipped another finger in and started to pump. Sasha sighed in his ear. "Baby, what fun is it if you get to please me, but I don't get to please you?"

"Are you not enjoying this?"

She shook her head. "No, no," she said. "I am enjoying it, I just want to make you happy, too."

He glanced at her face. "Tell me what you would like to do to me," he said devilishly.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe... start by taking your cock in my mouth and seeing where things go from there?"