Star-Crossed Killers [AO]

[Bipolar Tangerine]

Looking over her reflection in the mirror, Hannah Zinamir leaned forward to adjust her hair. She knew she was beautiful - that's what all her personal clients told her - but she didn't understand how she could be beautiful unless her hair was how it was supposed to be. And, right now, the loose and attractive bun that she had attempted to put her brown hair in was making her want to shave herself just to rid herself of the entire issue. But, rather than pull a Brittney Spears, Hannah reached behind her with a slender arm and used a small hand to pull her hair loose. Pleased that it seemed to (for the most part) fall into place, Hannah closed her right eye in a wink and kissed towards the mirror.

Pleased that her face looked presentable, she then backed up to look at the rest of the ensemble. She wore a sexy green number, the color she'd always wished her eyes could have been. It was low-cut with thin straps, allowing plenty of room for her flesh to be shown. It stopped just below her knees, making her normally-boring calves look like something exotic. On her feet were green two-inch heels the exact color of the dress. A silky ribbon wrapped up her calves a few inches before tying, like ballet slippers. Doing a little twirl, Hannah grinned at the ensemble and turned her brown eyes to the room she owned for nights like this. For nights when she was going to slip out and have fun without being yelled at by her parents for responsibilities to the family company.

She had just gotten her purse in her hands and her cell phone out when Hannah remembered that they wouldn't be meeting at her usually haunts. She was to meet him at his place tonight. Pausing, Hannah pulled out the text message that contained the address, nodding as her mind quickly placed the location of the man's home. Grabbing a gun and Swiss army knife, Hannah slid them into her purse and proceeded to walk out of the small apartment and towards her car. Moments later, she was driving the very short road that connected her house to the house of her newest client.

On the way there, Hannah reviewed the information that her client had opted to give her. Which, granted, wasn't a lot. He was shady about giving his name - indicating he was probably married - and he seemed to live in a higher-end place. So he had money. Not that she cared. Her family (and she) made plenty of money contracting out their "skills" to others. This was something she did because Hannah was, to be blunt, quite a fan of sex. Parking the car on the street, Hannah locked it and walked up to the doorman, smiling at him seductively so that he wouldn't notice her stepping in without stating who she was seeing. And it worked. Until she got inside and realized she didn't have a unit number. Reaching down with her phone, Hannah Zinamir promptly texted her client that she was in the lobby and settled in to wait.

[Kagu]

The first noise he heard outside of his music in hours was the tone of his cell phone going off next to his bed. Picking it up, he saw that the young woman he had called into his company had arrived. Smiling as he sent her a message saying he would be right down, he turned and sat up, running a hand through his hair. He could not quite remember how long he had been laying down, but he knew he had been waiting. Time had seemed to fall away between the music in his ears and the constant view of the ceiling above.

Picking himself up, he walked over to a mirror in the corner to look at his current outfit. A black button-up shirt and black dress pants. He looked more like he was going to a funeral than anything else, and to be fair, why should he not? His family had a certain reputation in this city and they were NOT a group of people that you ever crossed...should you value your life, that is. His hair was spiked up a bit, which he had no qualms with, and he took a moment to straighten out his clothing. He was going to make an impression here, so why not have it be a good one? A smirk bent his lips up on the left as he turned away from the mirror and walked with a kind of...hasty stroll.

The chest of draws held a revolver atop it, a personal favorite for work and self defense. Putting on a jacket over his shirt, he tucked the gun into the pocket on the inside. He wanted to be ready in case some kind of ill were to occur. You can never be too sure these days, so the best course of action was to prepare yourself ahead of time. As he walked towards the door of his living quarters, he thought for a moment about the coming situation. 'Twas just a bit of fun, no? He felt like there should be no need for such...precautions, but at the same time it seemed like an untrustworthy world and he did not want to fall to an issue he could have prevented. As his hand gripped the doorknob, he could not help but smile; there was just something about the coming attraction that pulled him out of his dismal reverie. Was he truly so shallow? It mattered not as the door closed behind him and his boots made soft noises against the rug of the hallway.

Ivan Zolnerowich stood patiently in the elevator as it neared the bottom floor. He knew he had been very...secretive about his name, but why not? The Zolnerowich name had a certain kind of standing in this concrete jungle and he did not figure the woman would come if she knew who he was. His father, Vadim, ran their company with a fist made quite entirely of hardened steel and Ivan could not wait to inherit it. He, in a way, wanted to run it differently, but not completely throw away his father's principles. Who was to say that his changes, along with the system previously set up by his father, would not work in an absolutely perfect kind of unison?

As the elevator opened, he could see the woman waiting in the lobby. She was rather incredible to the eye and he smiled, casually putting his hands in his pockets as he walked out of the elevator and towards her. Being more secretive in movement as he got closer, he walked up slowly beside her and spoke low, not sure of who was watching and listening at the time. "Hello. My name is Ivan. 'Tis all that is really important to know, yes? My quarters are ready whenever you are, so just let me know. However, speak not with too much volume...the eyes and ears of Big Brother surround. We live in a land with no leeway, I'd rather have no ill come to you. Myself...I'm not so concerned with. However, I digress. Shall we be off, then?"

[Bipolar Tangerine]

[ So, I totally forgot about the magic aspect of the whole thing. I'll start putting that in now. Oops. xD ]

Hannah had been watching all the people, ignoring the looks that they gave her. She was a nobody to them. Her family certainly wasn't, but she didn't have the family name stamped across her ass, so she was safe. Still, she kept her purse open and close to her, just in case an occasion came up in which she needed to remove witnesses. But, as time passed, it became increasingly obvious that no one cared who she was. Sighing, she zipped her purse closed. And that was when she heard a low voice speak beside her. Whereas most people would have jumped at the sudden presence, Hannah found herself just looking to her side to catch a glimpse of the man who had called upon her 'services'.

He was breathtaking, to say the least. The color of his clothes - all black, for some reason - suited him, making him look even more appealing and dark. Hannah felt her lips pull at a grin. She was an assassin, for Christ's sake. So why did the idea of a "dark" man still affect her? Surely she was more of a danger to others than this boy beside her. Had he any tan lines from glasses, she would have guessed him to be an accountant. But he lacked the proper lines, and he didn't quite have the build for such a job. While a part of Hannah's brain processed what Ivan said - at least now she had a name - the other half of her guessed what his profession was.

"Alright then, Ivan. My name is Hannah. I gather last names mean nothing today. I am ready now, so may we head up? I fear I may have attracted quite a bit of attention from your door guard. Standing here for so long has caused him to give me strange glances." And then she was walking towards the elevator, presumably how he got down here in the first place. Well, even if Ivan had used the stairs, she was stuck with the mechanical pulley system. She was wearing heels and it would not be impressive to anyone if she fell down while walking up the stairs.

Once inside the elevator with the doors closed, Hannah looked at the ceiling. No cameras, not even the "hidden" ones that companies liked to think were incognito. Turning her attention to the attractive man beside her, Hannah opened her mouth to speak. "So, Ivan. Since we are now in privacy, may I ask exactly what you wish of me? I am... quite flexible - in more ways than one - and I wish to know how best to please you this evening."

Bodyguard.

"If you are unsure, then I am more than willing to take control. I just wish to make sure that your happiness comes first, before my own."

Perhaps he was in the armed forces?

"And... I have to ask, to ensure my own safety. Do you have any magic?" Definitely the most awkward question to ask when you were about to sleep with someone. Magic was more or less accepted - only the religious fanatics seemed to dislike it - and it was used commonly. It was easy to control, but some people had magic that they failed to control in times of extreme... excitement. Hannah, herself, worked wonders with the element of fire. It was why her body temperature was naturally at 100.8, and not 98.6. It was why she had a fascination with candles - her weak point that no one else knew - and why she could tolerate even the most hottest of baths. She'd never burned herself, for the element and she had such an amazing understanding.

And, to most her clients - the ones without magic - she claimed to have no magical capabilities. Even for some who had magic, she held her "skills" back. However, Hannah gathered that this man would be accepting of her abilities, even if he had none himself. After questioning him to make sure that he either didn't have magic or had adequate training in his magic, she would be in the green light to proceed with the evening.

If only her parents knew the half of the things she did.

[Kagu]

When the elevator door closed, Ivan spoke before Hannah had a chance to settle in for the ride up. "Don't worry about the doorman, he's a little overly nosy. He's the only person in the whole lobby that is. The people don't need to be, considering it's the room itself that does all of the spying. I don't know what it is that called for such drastic watch measures, but I guess Johnny says it best - 'It's a frightening world to be alone in,'" he sighed for a moment as the elevator made its slow ascent to his floor. It was not to say that the stairs were quicker at all, and in her heels he would never make Hannah climb them, but he found the slowness of the elevator a bit aggravating at times. He ran a hand through his hair again, his eyes taking notice of just how stunning Hannah was in the time of silence.

"Ah. Yes. I'm not overly particular about anything, so if you would like to lead, the dance is yours," he gave her a smile and placed his hands in his pockets, closing his eyes for a short moment. "I, however, have no doubt at your flexibility on any particular matter. You look as though mobility of the anatomy would pose absolutely no issue to you. Should you wonder what tone I say this in...take it as complimentary. I can easily shorten my thoughts to 'you are very beautiful' or 'I find your company to be pleasant in ways that forgo explanation,' but...you hear those all the time, I'm quite sure. It's only fair that I do something different, no?" Ivan smirked and took a deep breath. Even he knew he had a habit of being long-winded, but it was just how he spoke. There was a certain air to it and he liked how it came across. It was not that he liked to hear himself talk, he just liked knowing he got his message through in a particular way.

"Magic? Yes. But no worries for your personal safety, I have it quite under control. Why have it if you've never taught yourself how to effectively use it, right?" he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. He wondered what it was she had been thinking about him. Was she trying to figure out exactly who he was? What it was that he spent the better part of his time doing? He knew such a line of thought would be for naught. His room gave no clues to his identity or profession and he did not intend to tell her without knowing the same himself. He knew the safety risk it posed to him to have someone he knew no back story of knowing him in such a way. First name basis and nothing more was perfectly fine to him for the time being. He felt a minuscule desire in the back of his mind to find out more about her, but he doubted she would oblige. He would keep in contact with her, though, in case such an opportunity should open up somehow.

Ivan watched as the floor number slowly increased. It was only a couple more floors to his and he wondered why it seemed like such a slow trip. His eyes kept drifting to Hannah, however; there was just something absolutely stunning about her and he knew it went deeper than the surface. Maybe it was the mystery of not knowing any more of her than her first name and her plans for this specific encounter. He shrugged to himself, knowing that he would figure it out in time if it were truly important. Shortly before the elevator came to the floor they were made a destination of, an idea struck his mind. Smiling again for a moment, he walked over to Hannah and gently turned her to face him, kissing her deeply and holding it for a few moments. Pulling away and smiling mischievously at her, he spoke only two short words: "A preview."

When the doors opened, he walked out slowly and made sure Hannah was following him. His floor was not a very labyrinthine floor; that was reserved for only the highest levels of rooms. When they came to the end of the hallway, Ivan pulled the small, gold-colored key from his pocket and unlocked the door. He pushed it open with a slow, deliberate movement, so that the door would only give Hannah a small preview of his home as each second passed, instead of her seeing it in full from the first moment she laid eyes upon it. Leaning against the door frame coyly, he gave her a slightly evil smirk. "Welcome to my humble abode, Hannah. Ladies first and feel free to make yourself...comfortable," a slight snickering came out with the last word, solely because he knew she intended to make herself FAR more than comfortable here.

[Bipolar Tangerine]

At the mention of magic, Hannah prepared for the worst. For him to be one of the untrained, or for him to be the wrong element, like water. However, before the girl could even express her fears, Ivan was soothing them by informing her that he was no dolt. He had been trained, and he obviously knew enough to believe that she was in no harm. With meant that, regardless of his element, she was bound to be safe. If not... Well, she wasn't completely helpless. She had two weapons in her bag and fire within her mind. She would be fine.

By the time the elevator had reached the top, Hannah didn't know if she'd ever been in the mood to continue with this in the first place. It wasn't because she was nervous. Gods, no. She was quite used to going to strangers for sex. However, the long elevator trip couples with their semi-awkward conversation had all but killed the excitement that had been pumping through her as she'd been preparing for this evening. Figuring she'd have to jump-start her body into being interested once again, Hannah almost squeaked as Ivan's lips pressed against hers.

Well, so much for making her body get started forcefully. With just a few moments of lip contact, Hannah felt ready to preform. Just as she registered she could hold him closer to her, he was pulling away. Huffing in disappointment, the young assassin followed the virtual stranger down the hall towards what was, presumably, his residence. Gods, she hoped it was. Hannah didn't know if she'd ever been this eager for a previous client. And, when she thought the torture couldn't get worse, Ivan apparently decided to open the door as slow as humanly possible.

Just as she was counting off when to shove the door open and waltz in, Hannah caught enough of a glimpse to settle her down once more. Honestly, something about this man made her impatient nature just... relax. It was nice, if a little disconcerting. What was she going to do if she relaxed too much after their escapades and he found out who she was? Or discovered the weapons in her purse? Unconsciously, Hannah clutched the purse closer, seeking to keep it protected from his prying eyes.

As if he had X-Ray vision or something, she thought cynically.

Hearing the snicker in Ivan's voice, Hannah stepped in and looked around. Truth be told, she didn't care too much what the place looked like. She was here for him, and nothing more. Sure, he believed she was here for the money he'd offer, but Hannah would have gladly accepted the opportunity for sex without money if it didn't make her look either suspicious or like a whore.

She wasn't a whore. She had standards. That Ivan proceeded to blow out of the water.

"Trust me, Ivan. I do not struggle with making myself comfortable. Especially when regarding you." Pleased that she had his attention - if for nothing else than because she was speaking - Hannah stepped towards the door and, consequently, Ivan. Reaching past the other assassin, she pushed the door closed just as she reached up to press her lips against his once more. Once her hands were done ensuring that the door would not allow any unwanted guests into his 'humble abode', they went to work on unbuttoning the black shirt that Ivan had chosen to wear.

[Kagu]

He could tell the way he opened the door had agitated Hannah the slightest bit and it made him smirk again. He was not usually this playful with people, but he found himself in rather high spirits currently. There was more to it than just sex; he, in truth, did not have to make any special contacts for that to happen. The standing of his family name would have any number of women at his beck-and-call. The only thing about that, however, was that none of them suited his taste. Hannah was much closer to his own heart, if the organ could still be addressed as such. Again, it came back to there just being something about her...something indescribable that would not vacate Ivan's thoughts. He, though, continued to resign himself to figuring it out later as it was not a posthaste priority.

He took notice of her securing their safety and privacy, even while she kissed him. Once he was sure of such himself, he closed his eyes and returned her kiss, starting to slide the straps of her dress down her arms. She had him at somewhat of a disadvantage, being that her choice of attire consisted of less parts than his. He would have to work harder to remove hers than she would have to work for his and, in all honesty, the thought of a challenge made him smile into their kiss. Somehow, he felt that, t'were it anybody else, he would not consider it worth the effort. Hannah made it readily apparent to him why his effort was worth it here, even without saying a word. It was a kind of vibe she gave off, one different than he was used to in the women that usually flocked to his side. The heat of her body as well intrigued him. He was curious as to whether it was caused by her heightened excitement or if it lay based in something completely different. The thought occurred that it may be like how the reason his body fell a little below normal temperature had nothing to do with his actually biology...despite that being a hard thing to convince doctors of.

He felt himself pulling her closer to him, still trying to move the straps of her dress further away from their original position. Ivan, somewhat apprehensively, slid his tongue into Hannah's mouth to let it dance with hers. The extra heat of her body was incredibly appealing to the lack thereof in his; the idea of opposites attracting again proved itself beyond a shadow of a doubt. He wondered if he should start to move them away from the wall, but he told Hannah that she had the lead in this particular number. Ivan, being a respectable man in whatever sense it could be taken based on his position, refused to go back on a word like that. To make it even more contractual, he had really sealed it with a kiss in the elevator. What kind of man would he be to renege it after such a sealant? The scum like that are the ones that end up dead...and he would know, considering he had put his fair share of bullets into "men" fitting such a description.

Unable to remove the dress currently, he slid his hands down to her sides and then to her back. He could already tell, not knowing exactly where to position them, that they would become a bit of an awkward hindrance. Deciding to keep them on her back for the time being, he pulled her as close to him as she could possibly be, putting as much into their kiss as he possibly could. He was sure she had completely unbuttoned his shirt by now, even without eyes open to look for any confirmation of such a theory. Based on what had already happened in this room, she was not one to take her time with such a simple operation. Ivan, on the other hand, was more into teasing the woman he now held so close to himself. He liked to do everything slowly and to pull away when SHE wanted to pull closer. He wanted to see her reaction when he gave her an ironic wait for something she quite wanted. He may have been the littlest bit cruel for that, but...she was different. She would be able to see that he meant it for the sake of making things better, rather than tormenting her for the sake of his own fun. He was not a sadist, after all.

Finally breaking the kiss and allowing her to remove his shirt, he smiled at her. He looked deeply into her eyes, looking for something they may betray that her body would not. Ivan had found a kind of usefulness in the skill of reading the message in people's eyes. However, her eyes conveyed a same honesty of purpose that her body did. He found himself quite surprised; he had no experience with people who were honest in thought and deed. The only issue he found in this was that her intentions seemed maybe a little different than he had expected to notice. There was not only lust in her eyes, but something else. Something more...well, to be fair, he could not truly think of a word for it, but he could sense that it existed. It was not truly hidden completely under the surface, as he could pick it up in her body language as well. Really, he just wished he knew what it was. Thinking back to what she said as they entered the room, he smirked at her again before speaking quietly. "I'm happy to know you find my presence so comforting. I find yours to be the same. However...I find my interest in your presence than just comfort. I, to speak no fiction, hold no idea as to what interest this is...but, it is not just comfort and, sworn on my soul, it is different than what I expected," he stopped speaking for a moment to lean forward and kiss her neck, nibbling it gently for a moment before pulling back. "Even with this...difference, that's not to say I do not enjoy it. It intrigues me. So then. Shall we continue?"

[Bipolar Tangerine]

Somewhere in the back of Hannah's mind, a distant voice warned her that something was wrong. That she was failing at something. But she was so caught up in the fire in her blood - both literal and metaphorical - that all caution seemed to have just flown out her ears. Despite the fact that it could be dangerous - did she put the safety on? - Hannah dropped her purse to the ground with a dull 'thud'. Just as Ivan's arms wrapped around her back, Hannah's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his head closer to her own. After a few more moments of kissing, she belatedly realized that she had left his shirt on, albeit unbuttoned.

Reluctantly, Hannah pulled away from Ivan's lips - what amazing lips they were - and removed his shirt entirely. Rather than return her attention to his lips once more, Hannah began to run her hands over his chest, leaning forward to place warm kisses against his exposed skin which, now that she had access to more of it, was obviously cooler than the skin of the other men she'd been with. However, despite the fact that this should be even mildly alarming, she couldn't muster up the willpower to care. Rather, it only further intrigued her about Ivan.

There was something strange about him - beyond his style of dress, choice of words, or cool skin - that she couldn't put a finger on. She'd figure it out, she always did, but not now. She had a job - or, rather, a pleasure - to do and she wasn't going to waste her time thinking about this stuff any longer. Reaching down to Ivan's pants, Hannah reached up to kiss him once again, even as her hand unknowingly rested on his hip just inches away from the gun he had concealed there earlier.

"I'm more than willing to continue, Ivan. How about you lead the way to the bedroom, hmm?" She would do it herself, but Hannah didn't know where the bedroom was. And it'd be awkward to walk in on the office and, with her kind of patience, do things there. As she waited for Ivan to take the lead, Hannah intertwined her fingers with his.

[Kagu]

Ivan let out a soft breath as Hannah lay kisses on his chest, not used to the heightened heat of her lips on such a continually cool area. When she stood again to kiss his lips, he noticed how close her hand came to the gun concealed on his hip. As she was distracted by their kiss, Ivan deepened it expressly for the purpose of taking the gun from his belt and placing it on the desk near the door. He knew it would be easier to explain it away as a self-defense measure if it was somewhere near the door than it would be on his own person. He moved his hands to her sides again, not wanting her to think something was up because his hands had been away from her for a long period. Pulling her body closer to him, he smiled into the kiss for a moment before breaking it off.

He intertwined his fingers more completely with hers as he led her to the bedroom door. Pushing it open slowly again, as was his style, a rather elaborate looking room awaited Hannah's eyes. It looked like the bedroom of nobility, even though it was not TRULY decorated as such. It was, indeed, a bit more than the common man would do to his room, but Ivan enjoyed the dark atmosphere he had created through his style. He led Hannah in slowly and let her look around for a moment, then took a deep breath. "And here you have my lair. Excuse the relatively dark appearance of it, it sets the mood for my thinking and sleep."

Smiling slyly, he turned to her for a moment, then turned to close the door. Taking her in one arm quickly, but gently as to not hurt her, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her deeply and passionately for a moment. Breaking the kiss, he finally caved to his desire to take that lovely green dress off of her. Taking in the look of her body, the only word that could come to mind was 'stunning.' "Amazing...you truly have the body of an angel. 'Tis a shame I'm not its only priority. I must say, I would be quite happy were I its only visitor..."

Beginning to kiss her deeply and passionately again, he ran his hands over her skin. The warmth of her body was incredible compared to the constant coolness of his own. Kneeling down himself for a moment, he planted his somewhat frigid lips on her torso, leaving a trail of kisses along the waistband of her underwear. Standing back up to kiss her and caress her breasts through their last little barrier from his hands, he could not help but smirk into the kiss. Pulling away, he looked into her eyes, knowing that his betrayed that his attraction to her was more than just lust. What it truly was, he did not know, but he could see the same kind of attraction in her eyes. It made him feel a bit better to know that, very likely, neither of them knew what this strange, additional feeling was. Deciding to consider it at a time it would not hamper his performance for Hannah, he regained his focus on the matter at hand. "So, my dear angel of sin...the bed doth call us quite loudly. Shall we go to it?"

[Bipolar Tangerine]

Hannah found that she couldn't really blame Ivan for his choice of decor. Truth be told, she had quite a dim and depressing room as well. It wasn't necessarily this dark, but it was covered in deep shades of red and black. So, seeing this just made her feel as though there were something binding them together. As though this wasn't just a relationship based on their desire for physical pleasure. There was something that linked them together and their similar room colors were further proof that they connected deep down.

Hannah quickly disregarded the thoughts as soon as Ivan had her pinned against the wall. She would have grinned, had his lips not begun to press against hers. It was passionate and, if Hannah was honest with herself, it made her lose her mind entirely. By the time she'd regained awareness of who she was, she was almost entirely exposed before this virtual stranger. And he was complimenting her.

While Hannah was used to receiving complements from clients, something about Ivan - or was it the way he said it? - made her heart soar. Despite the fact that he had kissed her right afterward, the young Zinamir had enough mind to remember what she wanted to say when his lips moved elsewhere. "That can... be arranged." She was still losing her mind, though. His cool skin felt nice on her fiery flesh, and she was pretty sure she could guess what his element was by the way his lips felt. As he spoke of the bed, Hannah reached forward to unzip his pants and pull them off his hips. Once she had gotten everything off, Hannah stripped herself of the bra and panties. When both of the assassins were bare, she pushed Ivan back towards the bed. As soon as he was lying down, she straddled his waist, kissing his neck, shoulders, chest, anywhere she could, while her hands moved against his member.

The feel of him against her, of his cool skin, wasn't quite enough for Hannah. Kissing his neck, she slowly descended, stopping only when she reached the hardened flesh of Ivan. Looking up at him with a mischievous grin, Hannah closed her eyes and wrapped her mouth around him. Even this part of him was somewhat colder than usual. While it may have frustrated some women, Hannah found it to be something of a turn-on. With that, she began to moan.

[Kagu]

Ivan did not have time to process what she might by something being arranged before he had been pushed back onto the bed with her straddling him. Her naked body was absolutely incredible and he wondered if she did mean it as they could 'arrange' it that he was her only 'visitor.' He wondered if they were both on the same with what he meant by that. He, being brought back to the situation at hand, could not believe how warm Hannah's body was on top of his. He moaned as he felt her hands on his member and her lips against anywhere else they could possibly reach. He felt himself move up against her hands, not wanting her to let go of him.

However, when she did let go, her hands were replaced with a much better alternative. He could hear her moaning as her lips were closed on him and he could not help but push himself against her mouth. Everything she did to him was twice as good because of their stark contrast in body heat. Her mouth was so warm and it felt incredible on him. He could hear himself moaning too, meeting with hers and spinning with each other in the air. He found himself again wishing to be the only one she ever indulged in such pleasures with.

Begrudgingly, but having his own plans, he removed himself from Hannah's mouth and changed the positions around so she was laying where he had been previously. Kissing all around her chest, gently biting her nipples from time to time, he teased her by rubbing the outside of her with his fingers. He smiled devilishly at her, feeling the amount of heat coming out of her and sliding his fingers in a short way before pulling them back out. There was just something about watching her squirm with pleasure as he teased her with his slightly cold fingers. He ran one of his hands up and down the inside of her thigh, smiling more at the idea of teasing her so greatly. He had a plan for this, it was coming up in the very near future, but before he wanted to pose a question: "Just so I'm clear, dear angel of sin, what is it that could be arranged? I'd rather not think one thing and have it be an entirely different idea than what you meant to convey."

Upon finishing his question and statement, he knelt down and plunged his tongue deep into her. He explored every depth of her he could, sucking gently on the lips outside as he did so. He swore it must have been the hottest part of her body and it was incredible. He could not help but moan himself as he let his tongue memorize the feel of her. He let his hands rub the insides of her thighs again, wanting to make her feel ever better as he moaned into and whirled his tongue around her most sensitive area. He wondered if he was coming to understand exactly what this feeling he could not figure out before was, but he wanted to hear the answer to his question before thinking he knew everything about his situation.

[Bipolar Tangerine]

Hannah was rather disappointed when she was pulled off of her favorite person. Even when she was on her back before him, she was rather put out that she couldn't please him further. Then he was teasing her, eradicating any thoughts she'd had and replacing them with pleasure. While normally Hannah found it aggravating when men tried to torment her, she found this to be quite the opposite. The gentle bites to her tender flesh and the way his fingers slid into her, only to be pulled out far too soon. It was torture, yes, but it was sweet and felt so good. Then everything halted, and Hannah sincerely hoped that her waiting would be put on hold.

When he began to speak, the young Zinamir pushed through the fog of her lust in order to comprehend what he had asked her. Her breathing heavy, Hannah slowly formulated an answer. "I... I mean that I would be willing to provide services to you and you alone. I will cease in serving anyone else and will be willing to come to you upon request. I will be available throughout most hours of the day. Does that clear the situation up for you?"

Frustrated that she had to break in her pleasure because this Ivan was unsure of her intentions - had she not already made them clear by her offer? - Hannah leaned up for a moment to wrap one arm around Ivan's shoulders. Tugging with more strength than she seemed to possess, Hannah pulled his lips down to hers, her second arm winding around his neck in order to ensure that he didn't get away from her. She was thrilled to be with him, for more reasons than she could even fathom at the moment, and she sincerely hoped that he would take her up on the offer to be his and his alone. It would be thrilling to service only one man for as long as he chose to keep her. And, so long as he did not call during a job, she would come as soon as he sent word.

Before she could think much more on how it would be to not have new customers all the time, she noticed Ivan's head descending. Curious as to what he was up to, Hannah leaned up on her elbows to watch. Only to shut her eyes, toss her head back and groan as his tongue entered her. Just moments into the intimate "kiss", Hannah was barely keeping herself from screaming to the heavens about her pleasure. "Ivan. Please stop tormenting me. I need you."

[Kagu]

Ivan looked up at her, ceasing his "kiss" and smiling. Crawling back up her body to be eye to eye with her, he smiled a little devilishly again. He pressed his lips hard against hers, the kiss deeper and more passionate than any of them before now. "I...would really quite like it if I was your only customer. I feel like...I've taken too much of a liking to your wares to just...let them get away..." he went back to kissing her, not wanting their lips to be apart anymore. He ran his hands over her warm skin, loving the feel of touching her.

As he kissed her, letting his tongue travel freely into her mouth to dance with hers, he let his hand slide down to her sensitive area again. He teased her lightly with his fingers, rubbing the outside and doing quick 'put-in-pull-out's to make her need him even more. He had annoyed many women away with this kind of behavior before, but it seemed as if Hannah really liked it. If he made her want it even more than she already did, it would just mean he would make her feel better in the end, and that was all he wanted. She was here for him and he was here for her. He finally left his fingers in, just sliding them in and out without completely removing them for a moment before stopping and taking them out altogether.

He looked into her eyes, seeing more of that emotion from before. He knew they were both betraying a desire for one another that went beyond anything purely physical. He still was not sure he could say exactly what it was, but it was a certain kind of connection that they seemed to share a knowledge of. Ivan had to wonder if Hannah knew what it was they were both feeling while he did not. It was a kind of nagging feeling to not even understand his own mental signals, but he had run into such a problem before. He would just have to live with it until something ended up making sense.

Thinking back to Hannah's need for him, however, he smiled at her. He figured he had tortured her and made her wait long enough now, that it would be the best it possibly could be from all of the teasing he had done beforehand. He positioned himself correctly over her and kissed her the same way as before as he plunged himself into her. He could not help moaning into the kiss as the heat met with the coolness of his member. He continued to kiss her as he spun them around so she was on top. When he looked up at her and saw the little bit of surprise she seemed to have on her face, he smiled at her. "I somehow assume you'll be better in control than I would be. Remember, I told you this was your dance to lead."

[Bipolar Tangerine]

Hannah felt a mixture of relief and frustration fill her as the teasing came to an end. Looking up at her newest lover - and her only lover, by the way he took her up on her offer - she watched him position himself. Then he was inside her, his cool member against her warm flesh. Just having him inside her broke her concentration for a moment, and a small scream of pleasure erupted from Hannah's throat. It was only a few seconds before she caught control of herself again. And, by then, she was on top of the handsome Ivan. Smiling upon the remembrance that he had given her the green light, Hannah held still.

"You did, didn't you?" Leaning down, she pressed her warm lips against his chest. A few kisses into her plan, Hannah then began to move her hips up and down. Every few thrusts against Ivan's cool body, she would settle and simply clench her muscles around him. Then she would resume. Each time Hannah moved against Ivan, a moan would break loose from her throat. After an eternity of doing this, Hannah felt the telltale signs of her end approaching. Surprising, considering that most men finished long before she was even close. And, now, she felt as though she'd reach the end of the line without a problem.

And, within a few minutes of thinking that, she did. Hannah pushed her hips down against Ivan's and leaned down to press a kiss to his lips in attempt to muffle her scream of pleasure. While it worked, it did not stop the moans that still came from Hannah's throat. After a few moments of extreme pleasure - and noticing that Ivan was finished as well - Hannah slowly rolled off of him, gasping for air at the exertion. Closing her eyes, she silently wished she could rest. When she was wound up, it was no problem getting up to get dressed and leave. When she'd just reached her end, though, it was rather hard to find the energy to get out of bed. Still, he hadn't offered her a place for the night, so she wouldn't take one. Slowly standing up, Hannah looked around the room for her dress. When she spotted it, she turned her attention to Ivan, stopping to press a kiss to his lips before returning to her dress.

"Ivan, that was amazing. I... I haven't been quite so lucky with previous clients before. Let me say, if you're truly interested in being my sole client, I would certainly not mind such a deal."

[Kagu]

Ivan moaned along with her as she moved her hips against him, the warmth of her body making everything feel so much better. He had to admit that he had enjoyed her initial scream of pleasure, taking solace in the fact that they started this off on the right note. He found himself moaning a bit louder when she stopped to clench herself on him and he held her closely when they both finished, kissing her passionately as she tried to muffle her screaming. He was surprised for a moment that they had both finished at the same time. In all of his life to this point, he could not say anything like that had ever happened for him. Surprisingly to himself, he felt a bit saddened when Hannah rolled off of him.

He watched her as she walked around looking for her clothing and he listened to her when she spoke. "Indeed, I am INCREDIBLY interested. However...must you leave, Hannah? You seem a bit worn out and...I wouldn't want you to be out there in the world without the energy to handle it," it was clear from Ivan's rather obvious hesitation that the latter was not truly his reason for not wanting her to leave. He just did not want her to go now that he had gotten so close to her. There was some kind of internal bond, some kind of draw to her, that he continued to not understand but did not want to let walk out the door. "You can stay here as long as you'd like...if you would like, that is. To the best of my knowledge, I've nothing to do today and I'd much rather spend the free time in your company."

He sat there just looking at her, trying to get some kind of sense of what his mind was trying to tell him. She was beautiful and amazing, there was no doubt about that. He just...knew that was more to it than a physical attraction to her, though. He had seen something in her eyes and knew there was something in his that betrayed a deeper want. He just wished he could translate in his mind what this deeper want was. It seemed like he was close to figuring it out, close to being able to unscramble the signals in his head, but it would just not take that final leap into understanding.

Standing up and walking over to her, he took her in his arms and held her close, trying to see if it would further help him to figure it out. He drew his head back to look into her eyes, then kissed her gently before staring into them again for a moment. He could see it...there WAS something there for both of them. He just wanted to be able to understand what. "I beseech thee, fair maiden...please stay. Something tells me this castle would no longer be the same without your presence within it. I...seem to have become too attached to just let you walk out..." he kept looking into her eyes and he kissed her again, a little deeper this time but still holding a gentleness to it. Strangely, a thread of realization tried to make itself known: could it possibly be love?

[Bipolar Tangerine]

Hannah had just begun to pull on her dress when she noticed Ivan speaking to her. So, he was interested after all? It would be strange to "settle down" with one man for any length of time, but she supposed that, if it had to happen, this was the right man to have it happen with. They were able to both be satisfied - simultaneously, strangely enough - and they were somehow connected. Just as Ivan noticed the strange connection between them, Hannah noticed it as well. She was unable to pinpoint it, but there was a kinship between them. With the dress over her flesh - she'd forgotten to look for her bra and panties - Hannah looked up at Ivan as he came towards her. And felt a smile blossom on her lips.

"If you would have me, I would be honored to stay in doth castle." She grinned at the cheesy sound of using Shakespearean language. "However, I'm going to need to find my phone. In case an emergency pops up." With that, Hannah returned Ivan's gentle kiss and then left towards her purse in order to find the phone. Once she was sure that Ivan was not looking over her shoulder, she quickly opened her purse, slid her phone out, and closed the purse once more. Placing the clutch on the kitchen counter, Hannah walked over towards the bedroom to find Ivan, smiling upon the sight of him. He was certainly a fine specimen of a man. Just seeing him made her knees weaken. Strange, considering she'd killed men and hadn't had such a reaction before.

"So, Master Ivan, what would you have me do while I am here? I can cook, should you be hungry. I'm... I'm glad to be here, but I must admit that I've never had someone request to keep my company after they received their service." Unsure of what to do with herself, Hannah paced around the bedroom, looking around at several different things. It really was a nice room, startling her in how similar it was to her own. Had she recognized Ivan, she would have assumed he'd been stalking her. But she was observant of her surroundings and knew this was their first encounter. Although, if it was to be a continuous service, she'd have to find out more about him. Like where he worked and what his last name was.

[Kagu]

Ivan felt a little downhearted when she left the room, even though he knew she would be coming right back. While she was in the other room, he gathered up her other two articles of clothing she neglected to look for and neatly placed them on top of the chest of drawers. He really had a desire to break this whole...buyer relationship he currently had with her. He did not want to be her 'buyer' or her 'client' or her 'customer,' he wanted something more meaningful than that. If he wanted nothing more than a business relationship, he would not have asked her to stay now. Relationships like that usually mean you bid the person to leave as soon as possible, only to come back if you decide you desire their services again. Ivan did not feel that way about Hannah; he wanted to stay around her for as long as possible and he still had NO idea what created such a desire in him.

"Come now, Hannah. There is no 'master' here. We stand eye to eye on even ground," he caught up to her slow pacing and took her in his arms once more, looking into her eyes. "I would not charge you with any such duties. I know not if it is just an added comfort to be in your dress, but if 'tis any inconvenience to you, I would not begrudge you removing it once more. Maybe we could just lay together and...converse, or something of the like. I don't speak with other people very often unless I am required to, so a conversation of my own choosing would be much appreciated," he gave her another gentle kiss and fought back an urge to take her dress off again. He had asked her a question about it and thought it would be offensive of him to just assume she would rather be without it.

He took her hand and slowly led her back to the bed, sitting down with her. She had given no answer on the comfort of her state of dress, so he figured it best to at least sit down until she decided. It was not even that he just wanted to see her disrobed body again that made him ask the question; for some reason, he felt closer to her when they were both in an undressed state. Maybe it was that it seemed they had let down at least one form of defense. They were no longer physically hiding from one another and he quite liked it that way. He could not speak for her on hiding mentally, but he knew they were both at least holding something back. Whether it be as small as a last name or as great as an unknown feeling, there was something that had not passed lips yet.

"I would like you to make yourself at home while you're here, Hannah. I offer you a place to rest here as a kind of...second home and not a place of servitude. Your company brings to me...an unfamiliar, albeit positive, set of emotions. There is just something about you...a kind of je ne sais quoi...that bids me to ask for your constant company unlike other women I have been charged with the...'loving' of in the past. Were I easier to convince, I would believe my heart is truly taken with you. However...I feel as though I need more proof for myself. I'm not an easily emotionally swayed person, but even with that...even with this aforementioned lack of evidence...I find myself more capable of believing that you have a special hold on my heart that none before could manage. Should that prove a verity...I congratulate you and can only hope such a feeling goes not unrequited."

[Bipolar Tangerine]

Huffing, Hannah had to fight the urge to remind him that she had merely been jesting when she had called him her master. If anything, she was the master of him. She was a trained killer and could easily take him out should he frustrate or anger her. But she couldn't rightly tell him that she was a Zinamir Killer. He had her number, and she was unable to simply dump the phone that quickly. It was tied to her name, her personal social security number - not that of her killer ID - and everything else about her real life. Should he find out and live, she would be in a world of trouble. Even excluding the reaction of her parents.

She would have to remain hidden. There was no choice.

Reminded of the fact that her dress was on, Hannah considered removing it. However, something felt so much more intimate about taking it off when they were not about to have sex. It was as though she could hide nothing from him. Not that her body hid many secrets. The only one she had was on the back of her neck in the tattoo of a Z, much like Zorro's trademark. However, it was also the symbol for her family of killers. Her mother and father and brothers - when they were alive - and the few hired help they kept with them. It was well hidden beneath her hair, but that was the only secret her body had.

Then why did exposing herself to him now feel so personal? Forcing herself to remove the dress and stop being silly, Hannah sat down beside Ivan. This was definitely feeling more personal than it had when they'd just been having sex. But she'd force herself to stay through the awkwardness. She would not be defeated by some pesky schoolgirl feeling. And then Ivan was speaking, talking about his feelings. This was something completely new for Hannah. Her family was hired to take care of those who bottled up their feelings, and it wasn't really expected for any of them to have any thoughts on anything. Except for the sense of loyalty, not many feelings were discussed in Hannah's life. Still, she was trying to be candid. To tell the truth and to live through this new experience. If he could manage to overcome the stereotype that men didn't have feelings, then she would overcome her own anti-expectations of not having feelings. Taking a deep breath, Hannah Zinamir focused on a response.

"I find myself in a situation similar to that of yours. I feel a connection between us, but I am not sure what has started it, or if it is even real. I do not want to dismiss your feelings, seeing as how I share them as well, but I do not want you to wonder about love if you have not yet considered lust. You will know your feelings better than I, and I will understand what you choose. I just do not wish for things to get more complicated than they have to be due to a simple misunderstanding. However, should you find that it is not lust, I will understand. I find myself, honestly, attracted to your body, but even more curious as to your mind and craving to understand what goes on within its depths. So, fear not that these feelings go unrequited, for they do not..."

Hannah paused, her face red and the blush steadily traveling downwards. Looking up, she pushed herself past the final barrier. "So, what do we do now? We seem to have feelings for each other, yet we are unsure of the origin or truth of these feelings. I will admit, albeit shyly, I've never been in this situation before. What comes now?"

[Kagu]

"Trust me, lust has been considered and quickly factored it. I find more of a pull to you than to just your body. I believe, now that it is out in the open, that it IS indeed love. That is all it could possibly be, if I look at it quite critically. If it were less, I would not feel this specific way about you and 'twere it lust, I would not have requested that you stay. We would not even have need for this conversation in such a situation. So...it probably seems odd, being that the only arguably official knowledge we have of one another is carnal, but Hannah...I do believe I love you."

It felt both relieving and nerve-wracking to make that confession to Hannah. He loved her...his heart was taken with her in a way it had never been with anyone else. He was a bit surprised by himself, because like her, he had never been in such a situation before. He looked into her eyes and could not help but smile for some reason. Ivan could only assume that it had made him feel better to let her know, to stop his eyes from betraying him now that this information was out there for her to know. Now that he knew how he felt about her, he really had a desire not to hide anything from her, but he was still worried about certain details. He wanted to hear her say it back and mean it before he divulged the more identification-based details of his life.

Ivan looked at Hannah, taking in the vision of her body as a basis of beauty and not lust. She truly was an angelic sight to behold, a vision of divinity. Something just felt more...sincere about confessing his love to her in a state of undress. Like they were closer, like this desire to hide their presence behind threads was gone and they could just be them. He took her into his arms again and had her scoot closer to him, wanting to hold her in a kind of loving embrace. It felt far more natural than he would have expected it to before he told her how he felt. He kissed her lips again gently and gave her a soft smile.

"Yes, I am completely certain now. I do love you Hannah...I truly feel it in my heart that I do. I know the feeling of confusion about our feelings was shared, but my fair maiden...is this? This powerful affection that I hold for you...dost thou return it? To be fair, I would understand entirely if the shared feelings do not come this far. I may even seem a bit strange for taking to you so quickly. But...I cannot help it, dear angel. Everything about you has inspired me to want to be with you, not as a customer, but as a lover. I know it is likely much to ask...but I hope I can have such a wish fulfilled. I would truly hate to lose you to someone else...it would scar my heart irreparably..."

[Bipolar Tangerine]

Hannah felt a cold grip of fear seize her heart as he admitted his love for her. This was fast. Too fast. Not that she didn't have the same feelings, because she did. And she was quite sure they were love, as he was sure his were love. But, still, this was very sudden and she was very scared. A hysterical voice in the back of Zinamir's mind screamed that a woman who could kill people without batting an eyelash shouldn't be afraid of a man who just confessed to having feelings for her. But, still, she remained scared. This was new. When Hannah had gone to high school - a private high school, at that - she had always had boys she was interested in. But none of those attentions had been returned. She was a late-bloomer, having been rather flat-chested in her teens and unattractive to the hormonal boys. After all that frustration over being ignored, Hannah had easily slipped into the role that her parents sought her to fill. She'd become an assassin and had never once looked at boys with interest since.

Yet, here she was. The dream that she'd always hoped for during her teen years - well, not the exact dream - had come true. And she wasn't quite sure what she was supposed to do with the situation. She couldn't settle down, she was an assassin. And she couldn't rightly get pregnant, because that would be strange to explain to both her parents and to the people she was hired to kill. Settling into the embrace, Hannah rested her cheek against Ivan's bare flesh, the cool feeling of his skin bringing a sense of calm to her. The fear subsided and the panicking ended. Everything would be okay. They'd take this slow - or so she presumed - and that would give her time to slip out of the business. She'd just have to keep that life a secret from him until then. It shouldn't be too hard.

Taking deep breaths to drive away the last tendrils of the panic attack, Hannah looked up at Ivan. With great care, she chose her words. "I... I have never been in a situation where I've cared for another before. So, know that I am serious when I say that I love you too. It is quite terrifying for me, to suddenly have affection for a man and to have them returned, so you'll have to forgive me if I seem strange." Hannah's hands raised so that she could hold Ivan's arm, taking a deep breath. She felt like she belonged here. Like there was something perfectly natural with this position.

Sliding her eyes closed, Hannah felt a smile creep up on her. "I wouldn't want your heart to scar. Were you anyone else, I would not care and I would tell you you're too emotional. But I'm in this like you are, so I find it rather hard to ignore the state that your heart is in. Should you be willing to have me, I am yours. And, before you can ask the question, I already consider you mine. Which, you are warned, I am known for getting protective of that which I consider to be mine." With that, Hannah placed a tender kiss to his shoulder, a contented smile still upon her lips.

[Kagu]

"Of course I'll have you. I would have it no other way than for us to be one another's. Trust me, dear angel, I am quite protective of that which is dear to me as well...and currently, you are the ONLY thing I hold dear enough to fight for," drawing a couple of his fingers lightly between her breasts, he touched them to the location of her heart and kissed the top of her head. "Should I ever offend this, I promise you the permission to take mine as collateral. It only seems fair to offer you mine should I cause any damage to yours. However, I have no intent to do so, so if I ever should...I never meant to..."

He held her close against him, feeling comfortable with her there and not wanting to let her go. Ivan thought back to the first thing she said about the situation and he smiled. "I'm sorry to have scared you with this, it is new to me as well. I just...knew if I did not tell you, I would never allow myself another chance. I would be too affright that I missed the opportunity and it would only cause a rift..." he kissed the top of her head again, happy to have her so close to him. He ran his free hand through her hair and thought about the career he would have to hide or abandon. Personally, he would match rather abandon it than to go on hiding it from Hannah. He wanted to stop hiding things from her as soon as he possibly could.

"I know not if you would like to, my dear, but we can lay together in bed if sitting has started to become boring. If you haven't...then I'd be happy to continue sitting here with you. You see, my love, I just want to make you happy and I can tell you're perfectly comfortable like this. I just figured I would make suggestions," he smiled and ran his hand along her side and her back a little bit, kissing the top of her head again. He knew it was going to become a force of habit over time, but he could only hope she did not mind. There was a part of him that wanted to sit her on his lap and hold her so he could look into her eyes, but in their current state, he assumed that would seem more sexual than anything. All he knew was, at this moment, he just wanted to hold her in the most loving way possible so she would know he was sincere in his feeling.

Ivan considered once again the idea of fully disclosing his identity to her. He knew that their feelings were equal and that, at least in his heart, he could trust her. He just felt a little continued apprehension...what if something like that drove her away? He assumed that, since they were in love, she would not want him to hide anything anymore. He wished this conundrum proved easier to solve, because he really did not want to deceive her. His heart wrapped itself up in her beauty and personality and he did not want to hurt her by making her believe she could not be trusted with his whole self. His eyes went to the ceiling for a moment, trying to think of a good way to solve this, but he decided to let it go. It would come up eventually and THAT was when it would be dealt with.