Nightmares and Flameless Candles

[Anastasia Romanova]

all your love

will be exorcised

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Ana gasped as she lunged forward in a cold sweat. Her breath was ragged, heavy and the t-shirt she had on stuck to her like a wet rag. She looked around and it took her a moment, but the vampire realised where she was. She was in the house they were sharing with Loren, a friend of Ana’s who’d she’d contacted after… everything. It had been a simple plan - get out. Get out of the States without Erik knowing. Get out and a few months later, Michael would join. However nothing was ever simple. She’d been jumped, taken to Erik’s lair and endured torture and pain for hours before Erik appeared - Michael in tow. As Erik tortured her, Michael must have died a little every time. However luck favoured the couple and after a midnight mistake by a stupid new vampire, Michael was able to get Ana out - after he’d heard all the details of her family’s death of course. Everything that Erik and his men had made her go through. All the mental games and horrid taunts sent her way.

Even thought he’d saved her, nursed her back to health and got her back on the road, Ana made him promise to go with her. As soon as Erik found out that Michael was gone too he’d know the hybrid, his prize, knew all about Erik and Ana’s past and that Michael knew about his family. Orlov wasn’t a fool, he was a cleaver, conniving, smart vampire. He’d put two and two together and he’d know. Along with the photographs that Michael had found, of them together in Erik’s office. She put her hand to her hand, it was soaked as well, her hair and everything. She pushed the deep coloured duvet off of her and moved, carefully, away from the bed and into the bathroom that sat connected to their bedroom. As she made her way to the bathroom, she unbutton the white shirt that she’d put on after she and Michael had gotten home the previous night and decided it was time to sleep.

Ana poured herself some water, threw some over her face and used the towel to pat away the residual damp from her face and neck. It had been a dream - a nightmare - the same one as before, but it had one huge difference this time. The nightmare before now was of her family and her, the Romanov’s as they were. Strong, powerful, happy… and then they were confined and imprisoned. Then Orlov’s men came and Ana was made to watch them kill them. Then in the dream, Ana was as she was now and being made to watch the family die, only this family was her friends; Loren, Jenna, their families and finally Orlov killed Michael and made her watch every minute that he died. After that in the terrible dream, she was trapped in a cage with Michael’s dead body and nothing else. That’s when she woke up, Michael sound asleep next to her. She looked into the mirror at her reflection in the dim light of the candles. Well it was flameless candles as Ana knew that they’d fall asleep after. Also Ana wasn’t the greatest lover of fire since her house had been burnt down and she’d been tortured with fire.

Ana walked back into the bedroom and she placed her glass of water on the bedside table. The place that Loren had found was amazing. And the best thing was that it was out of the way and safe, for now. She’d met up with her friend after Ana and Michael had had a close call with some of Orlov’s men, they needed somewhere safe and fast and, as luck would have it, Loren was there, mansion in hand. Well large house. The young looking vampire sat on the bed, her legs hanging. She loved that the bed made her feel so small, she could barely touch the dark wooden floor below. Ana smiled feeling Michael move behind her, “How long did you wake up? Sorry I woke you.” She told him, answering her own question. Ana pulled her legs up and moved backwards into the bed again, and towards Michael and his warm embrace. “I was too hot and sweaty.” She muttered.

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TAG: Michael Raymond Shepard WORDS: 760
NOTES: <3 OUTFIT: link

Temp by Melz @Caution 2.0, cyberlink, @adoxography and RPGD

[Michael Raymond Shepard]

It should’ve been the last place that felt like home, the worst possible time to feel like he finally had somewhere he belonged again but since he and Ana had traipsed into the house her friend had found for them all in Mystic Falls it had felt that way for Michael. After the day Orlov had snatched Ana what they’d planned had seemed like an impossible dream. Blood, screams, agony, they’d torn at him as his former boss had wrung each from Ana. Taken the night he’d made her run at the museum, Orlov had held her to torment both of them. It could’ve been a simple matter of killing her, of snatching away another woman he’d loved with nothing more than a cluck of his tongue to signal that his second in command could get to work. Erik Orlov would never be satisfied with the quick or simple though. He’d chased Ana for a century, had tortured her family for what had sounded like months before he finally killed them all. Ana surviving … Ana turning … seemed to have been an event he hadn’t planned for and now the vampire looked ready to make up for it. Torturing the former analyst who’d come closer to tracking him than any other in living memory was just the cherry on the top for him. Killing a wife and child had been easy, luring his best thief to his home had been easy, tearing his heart out, metaphorically, had been easy. If it hadn’t been for a guard with no more sense than a bean, Ana would’ve been dead now, and him right along with her.

The what ifs had haunted Michael right across the state lines. If Orlov had put the pieces together already he’d know just what his foolish little pet thief had discovered, if he’d been able to track them he could arrive at any time, if he’d not managed to distract the guard … none of it was really speculative in the end and he’d needed to stop thinking about it before he tangled himself up so much he couldn’t think straight. Orlov knew, the photographic proof had been right there, the Russian vampire hadn’t tracked them yet, or he would’ve been there to finish the job already and in the end they’d had distracted the guard, they had gotten out. In the days it had taken him to get Ana across three states to get to Mystic Falls, to Loren, a vampire Ana assured him could be trusted, Michael had begun to trust that they would get out of this. He couldn’t get Orlov off of their backs, not yet, but he could keep Ana safe for the time-being, keep them together. Michael had taken care of her, healing the horrific wounds Orlov had caused with his torture, trying to get at the mental wounds to patch those up too. He couldn’t simply erase them, couldn’t compel Ana to forget what had been done, all he could do was trying to soothe the sting of them when it began to lance through Ana’s flesh, through her mind. For three days he’d hoped to be able to keep Ana safe himself, to stick to the hiding spots he’d created for himself in the years since he’d lost Sara but one of Orlov’s men had gotten close enough to the one he’d set up in Georgia to scare Michael into moving them. Without Loren, without trusting a vampire he’d never met before, they wouldn’t have made it.

Loren looked even younger than Ana, a delicate woman you never would’ve suspected of being anything except a college student. She was canny though, and quick off the mark. She’d found them a house here, had set it up for the three of them and was even now acting as a host, a bodyguard, and a lookout. Michael was hoping to hell that this would be the final stop they’d have to make in a while, Orlov would have to be stupid to approach a town that supposedly had more supernatural heavy hitters than humans, but there was always a chance that the five minutes of peace they’d managed could be destroyed. This time when he lost hope, if he lost everything, it wouldn’t be a matter of just wishing he was dead, he surely would be, because Orlov wasn’t taking Ana without a fight. Trying to shrug off the nightmare of what had happened at Orlov’s HQ Michael had worked with Loren to try and make the house she’d found for them as homely as possible. The place was still a little rough around the edges but they had furniture, they had each other. Last night he and Ana had ‘turned in’ early, retreating to the room they’d taken for theirs, to the snug space that’d been lit with battery powered candles, the sort that couldn’t turn the house into an inferno as Ana’s house had once been destroyed. He’d fallen asleep, as he had done every night since he’d rescued Ana, with her tucked close, her head settled in the spot she’d claimed as hers that night they’d spent together in Ana’s apartment.

Now as he slowly came to, Michael found Ana gone. One minute he’d been solidly asleep, content even in unconsciousness, with the warmth, the weight, that told him Ana was lying safe beside him, the next he’d come to almost instantly, aware that the presence was gone. Michael’s hand swept over the sheet, silently searching for some remaining trace of the warmth she’d created. Then the presence had returned, the shadow of Ana’s delicate form descending towards the edge of the mattress. Shifting slowly, concerned and content at the same time, Michael shifted beneath the covers, easing himself back onto the pillows as he took Ana in through sleep slitted lids. ”You didn’t wake me,” Michael promised, his voice still rough with sleep. ”It was just a few moments ago anyway. Missed you snoring in my ear.” The teasing words were meant to ease the guilt. Michael had barely patted his hand on the covers beside him when Ana began to scoot back. Reaching down, he tossed the sheets aside, opening up the little nest the two of them had made beneath the sheets for her to climb back into. As she said she’d gotten too hot, Michael tossed the heavy comforter back, helping solve the problem before his arm slipped back around her. ”That’s what you get for having your own personal hot water bottle in bed with you. Maybe tomorrow night we’ll have to experiment with ways to cool me down.” Michael’s other hand came up to brush the damp strands of Ana’s hair back from her face before touching his lips to the spot he’d cleared. ”Feeling better?” Concern filled his eyes as he pulled back enough to meet her eyes. These days all it took was a moment of silence stretching out too long for him to start worrying about her.

Tagged: Anastasia Romanova * Word Count: 1169 * Outfit: Here!

[Anastasia Romanova]

all your love

will be exorcised

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Ana made her way back and next to him once again. She felt the breeze of him moving the sheet as she went back to Michael. She smiled at him at the thought of her snoring. “Me huh? I believe you’ll find it is you my love that snores. I sleep kiss.” She laughed remembering the time she woke up kissing him. He was asleep as well and in her sleep she pressed her lips against him chest subconsciously. It was like even in her sleep she loved him more than she realised. Ana knew she should tell Michael about the dream, the nightmare, he’d help her feel better. However if she was to tell him about it that would mean talking about it, reliving it, and Ana couldn’t bare that right now. She couldn’t deal with seeing the pain in his eyes on hearing what she’d seen in her dream. Ana yawned a little and looked at him with a sleepy smile as she lay next to him. “I love you.” She told him instead. “Even if you do snore.” She joked.

Ana smiled as the comforter was thrown off and Michael once again wrapped his arm protectively around her, “Well I like my personal hot water bottle. He’s cuddly and kinda cute, he’s a good kisser… as well as having good skills in other areas.” Ana told him with an eyebrow raised in a way to tell him she liked more that his skills. She let out a low laugh as he suggested experiments. “Hmm, that could be fun. However I think nothing will beat our swim.” She grinned. A few nights before getting to Mystic Falls, the couple had stayed in a cabin at a lake for a few nights. Most of the time they’d gone skinny dipping and then some in the lake, it had been perfect. She smiled up at him, “There’s always ice… after all it’ll be winter soon.” She told him and wondered if this would be their first of many Christmas’s together as a couple. She wondered what his old winter’s consisted of, probably his wife and daughter, happy. Hers was different, probably totally different than his, but happy still… until that day. She stroked his cheek and ran her hand onto his chest. Again her nightmare flashed in her mind, will it ever leave her alone and just let her be with Michael. Ana hoped so. She liked these memories of them, not the false ones her mind had created.

Ana looked up at Michael as he trapped her in his hold. Like this she felt so safe and secure, like nothing could or would stop them from living their life together. As his lips left her face she smiled seeing the concern and love in those green eyes she couldn’t deny where most definitely one of his best features. She rested one of her hands on his cheek and smiled up at him, “I’m fine. I promise. You need to stop worrying shchenok.” She whispered and reached up to kiss him. Ana smiled into the kiss and she took every opportunity to deepen it. She wasn’t sure if it was to stop him worrying or to stop her focusing on her dream, however the reason why escaped her and that obviously meant it was distracting her as it had meant to.

Before the kissing went any further a noise downstairs stopped anything else. Ana pulled away from the kiss and looked past the man still over her. “Did you hear that?” She whispered. Usually Ana wasn’t the jumpy kind. A noise in the house wouldn’t bother her. She was 112 years old and could handle anything thrown at her… but now? Now the tables had been turned, she wasn’t that girl right now. She still had her hands on Michael’s arms as she looked at him with worried eyes. Was it Orlov? Had he found them? She knew it was ridiculous, they’d made sure they’d put false trails everywhere and he’d not find them for a while - but still she worried. “I think someone’s in the house.” Ana said hearing another noise, she felt herself cling more to him, that doubt that it was Orlov just sat in her stomach. The sensible side of her knew it would be nothing, but she couldn’t help the fear build.

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TAG: Michael Raymond Shepard WORDS: 774
NOTES: <3 (Russian is puppy) OUTFIT: link

Temp by Melz @Caution 2.0, cyberlink, @adoxography and RPGD

[Michael Raymond Shepard]

The sense of humour, the desire to tease had been drained from Michael when he had returned home in New Orleans and had discovered his wife and daughter dead. Meeting Ana that day at the mansion not far outside the city, when he’d attempted to snatch the gem Orlov had ordered him to get had allowed it to rise a little but Orlov himself had knocked it back once more. It hadn’t been until he’d rescued Ana from Orlov’s clutches and had gotten them moving towards safety again that the grim had worn off and it had re-emerged. There’d been a trace of the grim just now, when he’d woken to realise she was gone but Michael was able to tease to try and diffuse the guilt and whatever else he saw in Ana’s eyes as she made her way back to him, smiling and laughing as she teased right back. ”Oh yeah, you, windows rattling, walls shaking, I think they might even have heard it in Alabama,” Michael managed with a half straight face. He shifted on the sheets, turning towards her as she made her way back beside him. ”I happen to think everything you do in your sleep’s adorable, including the sleep kissing.” Michael’s teasing expression softened as Ana lay next to him. ”I love you partly because you do snore,” Michael joked right back. He wasn’t sure when the lust and the headbutting that’d started at that mansion had gotten this deep but he was so damn grateful that it had happened.

The instant Ana had said it was the heat that had woken her up Michael had tried to solve the problem, throwing off the heavy covers before settling back with her. Having grown up in New Orleans the heat had never bothered him, as a hybrid, it had become less of a problem but for others it was perhaps more of one. A low sound of appreciation rumbled in Michael’s throat as he waggled his eyebrows at her. ”This hot water bottle sounds like one hell of a man.” Laughing huskily, Michael darted in quick as one of those fish that had lived in the lake, tiny silver fish glittering in the water beneath their kicking feet. His mouth touched that raised brow, a quick gesture of thanks before he inched back. ”It’s a good thing I can’t get hypothermia, that lake was pretty cold. Especially when you swim down deep to tug at someone’s toes.” He’d teased her that way there, diving down into the dark depths, darting amongst those silvery fish before he’d swept up to tug at her feet or splash her. The laughter wasn’t husky this time but bright and joyful, a sound that wouldn’t have come from him before the two of them had crossed paths. ”We’ll do it the Scandinavian way, throw me out butt naked in the snow, get all invigorated before I dive back into bed.” Or they could just kick the covers off, it would certainly save him having to go outside, and would mean more time for this, just lying with Ana, her fingers stroking his cheek, those blue eyes looking up at him. At least they weren’t filled with pain now, not shadowed with agony the way they had been on the night he’d gotten her away from Orlov.

There might have been something else in them though, something that had him worried enough to check how she was feeling. He knew what it was like to come through pain, perhaps not the way Ana did but that echo of bones breaking the first time he had turned, the agony of walking into his kitchen, the scent of blood filling his nose, it all gave him some vague idea of how memories of what happened could plague you. They had each other to help deal with it now and Michael wanted to if she needed him now. He pulled back from the kiss, concern still written all over his face as he brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek. ”Promise,” Michael echoed huskily. ”YA vsegda budu bespokoit'sya o vas kotenka. I love you too much to stop doing that.” Before he could tell her that she could tell him anything, something she already knew, Ana’s lips were on his. He could feel the curve of her mouth under his as his eyes slipped shut and knew she was smiling. It wasn’t enough to entirely erase his worry for her, but it was definitely a good start.

Thoughts of fun ways to tire Ana out enough to sleep again slipped away from his mind like her hair from his fingers the instant Ana pulled away. He’d filtered out the sound from below, mentally filing it away as nothing other than Loren going downstairs for a glass of water or the wind but Ana hadn’t. She was pulling away, looking past him as she whispered. Michael instantly tensed, supernaturally good ears straining for a repeat of the sound. ”It’s probably just Loren,” Michael whispered back, Ana’s suspicions now rubbing off on him as he braced himself up on his arms, ready to blur from the bed. The worry in Ana’s eyes as she looked up at him, her hands still on his arms brought out the need to protect in him. Even if it was nothing more than the wind, he had to check it out. Swallowing hard, he nodded. One corner of his mouth was flickering up in a gesture that was supposed to be reassuring when the noise came again. The smile dropped away as Michael lowered his head to murmur into Ana’s ear. ”I’ll check it out. Stay right here and Ana … if I yell, I want you to run. Get to the Boarding House, to Loren’s friend. I’ll find you there.” It was a plan he’d already worked out with Ana, their next line of defence. Michael leaned down, pressed one searing kiss to Ana’s mouth before he slid out from beneath the sheets. One hand darted beneath the bed, plucking free the gun he’d not let be more than six inches from his hand since they’d escaped Orlov. He cast one look back at Ana, his smile far more confident than he felt, and then he was slipping noiselessly out into the darkened hallway.

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Translation: I'll always worry about you kitten.

[Anastasia Romanova]

all your love

will be exorcised

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Ana laughed as Michael threw the covers off of them. “Yeah the hot water bottle is okay I suppose, his ego is getting a bit big.” She giggled and shook her head, “The hot water bottle likes sleepy kissing apparently.” Ana nodded, the perks of being a vampire covered them when they wanted to do some more - daring things. Like jumping in the lake in the middle of fall, edging into winter, knowing it wouldn’t kill them. She smiled thinking about the night, even surrounded by danger and slight worry, they still had time for them, to be a couple and enjoy time with each other. Luckily soon after they’d bumped into Loren and she brought them here. She laughed out loud at the thought of him butt naked in the snow and running back into bed, “Right now that sounds like a plan.” She said still feeling the sweat cling to her a little. Stupid nightmares. She moved closer to him as they lay in their bed, in a house that was starting to feel to her. Ana shut her eyes for a moment as she enjoyed that feeling of being loved as much as he loved her.

When he pulled away from their kiss she watched his facial expression deepen with concern as he watched her. It was like he was checking her for signs of being hurt, both physically and emotionally. She smiled softly as her hand covered his on her face. “I’ll always worry about you too. We love each other too much to stop.” She smiled and happily kissed him. When she was wrapped in his arms, kissing like this, it was almost impossible for her to stop herself. She was addicted to Michael like an addict to a drug. She knew that they had to be careful and the likelihood of Erik finding them got higher the longer they stayed in the one place. However Mystic Falls seemed safe for now. They had allies here and that was the most important thing at the moment. For now though, she’d enjoy what, in her mind, was about to happen again for the umpteenth time that night… until she got distracted and that fear filled her mind again.

When he said it was probably just Loren Ana frowned, she knew that she had to agree, but that fear that Erik had recreated made her question what Michael was saying. She wasn’t one for being the damsel in destress, however she was feeling that need for protective from him. Maybe it was just the fact she had someone to protect her that way. When the noise sounded once again, she swallowed nervously and moved so she wasn’t blocking Michael from getting up. When his smile dropped and he whispered to her that he’d check out, again her stomach flipped. What if it was Erik? He kill Michael in an instant… after all he’d betrayed him. When he told her to run she frowned. Ana knew, well they both knew, that if he yelled her first thought would be getting to him. “Okay.” She told him before his lips met hers. She pushed up into the kiss. Her hands wrapped around his face briefly as they kissed. She watched him grab the gun and raised an eyebrow as she crawled to the end of their bed. “Be careful.” Ana said.

After a moment Ana frowned and moved to the door. She pushed it open and looked at the quiet hallway. She silently made her way down the hall and to the top of the stairs, her vampire hearing couldn’t even pick up the silent movements of Michael, however she heard a noise again. Ana frowned and moved down to the kitchen area. She frowned hearing the noise again, before moving to the pantry area. Ana gasped as she opened the door and a cat’s meow was heard. “Jezz kitty… is it you making all that noise?” She smiled and went over to the cat, picking it up as it purred away. Ana went to turn on the light to get it some food before gasping once more at coming face to face with Michael and his gun. “It’s me!” She said and smiled, thankful he’d not pulled the trigger or punched first. “I found the cause of the noises.” Ana said and put the kitten on the table as she went to get some water and tuna they had in the fridge. She wasn’t sure why they had food, they were vampire after all, maybe it was that human that Loren knew. Ana moved round the kitchen and place stuff for the little cat on the table as he happily eat like a little king. She looked at Michael with a smile before moving over to him and kissing him. “It was a kitty.” She laughed at how jumpy they both got.

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TAG: Michael Raymond Shepard WORDS: 850
NOTES: <3 OUTFIT: link

Temp by Melz @Caution 2.0, cyberlink, @adoxography and RPGD

[Michael Raymond Shepard]

Before his encounter with Ana in the cave Michael’s ego had been non-existent, the confidence and tinge of arrogance that had driven him to try and take down an evil empire knocked out of him by the loss of those he’d loved most. Like so many things Ana had brought it right back out in him. Nobody would have looked at the man he’d been on the morning of the funeral and the man he was now and believed they were the same person. So much had happened, but when he had Ana giggling right beside him Michael could forget all about that for just a few minutes. At Ana’s teasing, Michael pretended to think for a moment, then pouted faintly and shook his head. ”Nope, the water bottle can’t see it. He definitely does enjoy any sort of kissing with the right person though.” He lowered his head for a moment now, touching his lips to Ana’s jaw, then that laughing mouth. She’d been the first person he’d kissed in years, down in the cave to keep her quiet, and no matter how much time they spent like this, he still couldn’t keep himself from touching her. It was partly out of reassurance, Michael thought, partly out of the desire that felt like it was drowning him every time he was in a room with her. It had risen in him again just a few moments before and lay thick below that layer of worry that had woken him all the way. ”You just want the butt naked part,” Michael teased, green eyes narrowing playfully. He could’ve spent a month in the arctic doing it and still wouldn’t so much as shivered from the temperature.

The only person he’d worried about in the last few years had been his sister, the sister he’d walked away from to protect her. Now Ana had joined Karin in that part of his heart that knew all of the dark secrets, the part that always trembled deep down inside. He’d felt that part quiver when he’d woken to find the other side of the bed empty and Ana not in sight. It settled slightly as the smile continued to grace her lips but it didn’t still entirely. He’d meant what he’d just said, he would always worry about her, especially in the wake of what had happened with Orlov. Michael’s fingers drifted over Ana’s cheeks, skimming her hair back from her face and neck. ”Feeling this after … it still amazes me,” Michael managed softly, his brows drawing together for a moment. It terrified him too, the thought that all of this could be torn away just as easily as his wife and daughter had been. Ana wasn’t as fragile as they’d been, her vampire strength, her healing, protecting her from most things, but Orlov could still break her. He’d had to free her from Orlov’s grasp, had to run with her hundreds of miles away from where Erik had his people. Still, he knew he wouldn’t feel safe, wouldn’t stop worrying until everybody Orlov employed had been destroyed. For now he couldn’t do that, all he could do was hold on to every moment he had with Ana, every moment they were blessed with.

It was almost like the sound had been mustered up by his fears, some sort of physical manifestation of what had been tormenting the back of his mind. Orlov had people everywhere, the was a good chance he’d been able to track them as far as Mystic Falls, but he’d prayed every moment since they’d arrived here that they’d be safe, at least for a short while. Those fears didn’t make it as far as his tongue, instead he’d suggested it was Loren, knowing that the chances were it wasn’t. The other vampire was as silent as the two of them were themselves and even if she was here and making it obvious she was home, the sound wouldn’t have been like that, so ephemeral and furtive. Warnings and reassurance were all Michael could offer as he made a move to head downstairs. If this was the last night they’d have then at least they were together for it and at least Ana would get away. Michael could still feel the touch of Ana’s lips on his, the brush of her fingers against his cheek as he made for the door. Hearing her speak behind him, Michael glanced over his shoulder and gave her a quick grin. ”I’m always careful, I promise.” That hadn’t always been true but he’d learned just how pride led to a fall. He had something to lose again now, something he never planned on letting go of.

In the few days that they’d been in the house Michael had memorised every inch of the place. He’d always been a planner, the sort to plot out every finite detail just in case it was needed at some point. With silence now filling the house Michael wasn’t sure exactly where to head. The sound had definitely come from downstairs but now all he was getting was white noise. The hybrid drifted from room to room, making his way through what had been the formal parlour, through what they were using as a living room and the dining room. Reaching the back door, he double checked the locks that he’d been sure were fastened before he’d gone to bed. It wasn’t until Michael made his way back down the hallway, towards the kitchen that he heard the sound again, then Ana’s voice. Cursing under his breath, Michael hurried on, gun raised as he pushed open the kitchen door. ”Jesus Christ,” Michael managed as his breath shuddered out. He reached behind himself, shoving his gun into his waistband as Ana assured him she’d found the cause of the noises. Not Orlov then, Michael realised as Ana put food down for a … cat. Michael’s brows drew together, watching the creature for a moment before Ana returned to him. ”I’m not even gonna try guessing how it got in here,” he finally managed with a chuckle. One hand rose to skim over Ana’s cheek, settling that part of him that still shivered. ”Well at least he looks like he’s getting his belly filled. Maybe we should join him, getting the crap scared out of me gives me an appetite.” Really he needed those minutes to settle himself. Thinking that they’d been found had practically turned him inside out.

Tagged: Anastasia Romanova * Word Count: 1080 * Outfit: Here!
Translation: I'll always worry about you kitten.