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[BELLE SIMON]

all that glitters isnt gold

not all who wander are lost

"Nature," Belle said with a small snort. "Nature didn't intend for me to fly and I still enjoy it..." She tilted her head and looked up at his face. "I should have shown you what I can really do, maybe then you'd be a giddy little pioneer." Belle wanted to call him Yasha again, it rolled off the tongue nicely and reminded her of someone young and carefree, but now was not the time or place to push it. Not when Yakov had such an advantage over her. He knew all her secrets now, and she was disposable. He had had her in bed, discovered her life's darkest secrets and now was taunting her. The only card Belle had left to play was her invitation to dinner.

It would have to be an immaculate last move.

As he kissed her Belle kissed him back, savoring his taste. This game was fun, far to fun... and she actually found herself enjoying his kisses. Not just because they were kisses, but because they were kisses from Yakov Romanovich. The Russian mobster was everything she had tried to avoid. He was probably a pimp, obviously a murderer and the underbelly of society. Belle had tried so hard to crawl out of it and yet, here she was, falling into it and loving every moment of it. Her hand reached up to cup his cheek

"Mmmm," she said eyes closed. A smile blossomed on her full lips, white teeth dazzling in the bright sun. "I suppose I did mention something about sex." Her hand moved from his cheek to his collar, quickly undoing his tie with a skillful flick of her wrist. "Its gonna take you so high you'll never come down." With that, Belle connected their lips once again, her hands undressing the pair of them. Many people would cringe away from having sex is such a visible place. From the top of the building the whole city was visible, the river, the bridge, cars were the size of ants and people were specs of dust. Though Belle and Yakov could watch them, the reflection from the top of the building blinded everyone -even flying supers- from watching them as they made love (as though it could be called love).

The wind whipped through their hair, and danced upon their skin. The sun tanned their cheeks and shoulders and when the whole affair was finished Belle had a smirk plastered firmly across her lips.

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[YAKOV MYSHKIN]

I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam

”Forgive me if I hesitate to completely trust anything that comes out of the Soviet Union and claims to fly,” he teased. He loved his homeland more than anything else and was extremely proud of his Russian heritage- but they were not very good at creating dependable machinery in his experience. He chose to ignore her pioneer comment- he had never been a very good young pioneer, though he was hardly a fan of the socialism even as a child and the pioneers had been more about serving your country than singing songs at camp back in his day. He had the upper hand and he was not about to let the control slip from him for something so stupid.

Yakov had never been shy about having sex in public places- he enjoyed it immensely as a matter of fact- but having sex with Belle on top of a skyscraper was just…mind blowing. It was not so much that they were out in the open though that made it amazing, it was the risk of being so close to the edge that excited him the most. Despite his dangerous lifestyle, Yakov had a tendency to play it safe because he was a survivor first and foremost- there was a reason he had lasted this long in the underworld and it was not entirely due to his abilities. But being with Iryna set his teeth on edge and it was in a decidedly good way. She was dangerous and he knew it. If he was not careful- Belle Simon would be the end of Yakov Myshkin.

Afterwards, Yakov wrapped an arm around Belle’s shoulders and stroked her arm absent-mindedly. ”I will admit, you were right about this,” he smirked and nodded curtly. ”Who knew that sex on top of a skyscraper would be so…thrilling. Next time I pick the place, treasure,” he continued with a throaty chuckle. Yakov removed his arm and patted her thigh before standing up and putting his clothes back on. ”Unless you are afraid to get caught with a man like me,” he teased darkly.

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[BELLE SIMON]

all that glitters isnt gold

not all who wander are lost

"If I was in Kiev I wouldn't want to be caught with a man like you," Belle said patting Yakov's cheek a little too firmly. It wasn't a slap, just a firm tap. "But as is, you shouldn't want to be seen with a super," she tilted her head and grinning. Belle liked the idea of giving him the option of hosing the next location of their coitus... perhaps because it meant he was not throwing her away. Oh did he know he had let that slip! Did Yakov know he had admitted that he would be keeping her around? He wasn't tossing her to the side although he knew all of her secrets.

And it wasn't just because his aunt asked her to dinner.

She was actually keeping his interest.

Not bad for a woman who had never been in a relationship.

"You need help down now don't you?" Belle said with a small grin as she pulled her pants on and then buttoned her shirt. There was a door, but it wasn't easy to get to for it was a balcony or two down and with the wind at such high speeds was a death sentence. "Or don't you trust Soviet made products." Belle grinned happily. "Though I'm assembled in France." She gave a wink and stretched her spine cracking in a sick and twisted symphony. Soviet parts and French assembly? It was like some sort of sick joke. She shouldn't be able to fly, and should surrender if every fight. But not this one. She would fly away with a victory in this game. Yakov was winning right now, he had the upper hand but Belle was bound and determined to come back for the win. To make him want more, to make him beg for her. She didn't want a relationship -relationships didn't really exist- but she wanted to be wanted and desired.

If she could make Yakov do that, then she won.

Without waiting for an answer Belle lifted off, gripped Yakov tightly and flew him gently down to an alley way. "Tomorrow night handsome," Belle said swooping down and planting a kiss on his cheek before zooming away back into the sky.

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