In Russia we never say nyet to Vodka (Cw)

Delilah had told Logan everything. They were going to Russia to meet her family. They had to know about the big news. too. She just knew that her parents would be so happy, and they were so excited to see Logan – and if they weren’t she would make sure they would be happy on her conditions. She had told Logan to pack warm clothing so he wouldn’t freeze and that they would be there for two weeks. He was going to be presented to her father who was a part of the Russian mafia, and her mother who was a sweet gal in Delilah’s book.

Delilah slept very well next to Logan in the bed and didn’t really notice that he got up, and just curled some of the spare duvet into her arms, hugging it while she slept. She was dreaming nicely and quite peacefully, so when she woke up by an alarm she grunted and hit the snooze button before she curled up with the duvet again. But she wasn’t allowed to go back to sleepy land, because the tune of Logans voice greeted her. She lifted her head to look at Logan. Her hair was a mess on her left side where her hair had been in contact with his arm and the mattress. He said so many things that she closed her eyes trying to process it as he was done speaking. “Yeah… Yeah I slept well,” she mumbled,  and rolled onto her other side to pick up her phone. “A bath sounds really great,” she continued mumbling and started at her screen a little. A reminder on her phone wrote Identification, idiot. which made her jump right out of bed. “Fuck yes, no I… It’s not ready,” she said quickly and picked up a pair of loose pants to get in. She gave him a brief peck on the cheek before she stormed past him. As she passed the kitchen, she lifted her hand and received the keys which she had made fly into her hand. “Go take a bath without me, I’ll go to the post office and then I’m back, okay?” she turned around and blew him a kiss before she headed out the door and started running towards the post office.

Near the post office, Delilah met with one of her friends and hugged him. “Oh, thanks Bobby,” she said and looed down at the identification papers that he pulled up from his pocket. “You’re such a lifesaver,” she said and gave him a nudge on the shoulder before she handed him a specific coin and turned around to leave.

She got back inside the apartment – but not by using the keys. She made the door close and lock itself and she swung around the kitchen to let the keys levitate themselves back to their rightful spot before she opened the fridge. It was almost empty and ready to go. She made a small pirouette in front of the fridge before she grabbed a tomato. She craved tomatoes lately. It could keep her awake. She went back into the bedroom and looked for her bag. It was already packed and ready. Filled to the brim but mostly because her jacket was quite massive. She was used to the Russian weather. She sat down on the bed and bit down in the tomato looking at the very clean home. This she really looked forward to the reunion.

Delilah looked up as her man entered the bedroom half naked and shaved. She smiled a crooked smile and held her tomato like if it was an apple. She hummed a little as if she was thinking. “My memory is quite foggy,” she said and licked her lips a little teasingly, and naturally he approached and leaned over her. He already knew she wanted ‘something’ in return. She hummed a little thoughtfully as he suggested a kiss or something else. By the time she was about to agree to a kiss, he offered showers. “Oh,” she said interested and flirtatiously swung her free arm around his neck. “Two baths and a kiss,” she teased letting her nose stroke his lovingly, slowly leaning in to receive a kiss, but not taking it.

Delilah chuckled a little as he mentioned they didn’t take any drugs the night before. No, he was right about that, besides, she wasn’t going to take any. She had never really been the drug type of person. Unless she was selling of course. Sometimes she had to know what she was selling… But not for now! She was carrying a little one after all. “It’s foggy because when something hot gets close to something wet, the wet thing will evaporate,” she explained, almost like some scientist – but she was joking fully. She wasn’t going to take time for any bedsheet activity right now.

Something about this, the way he stopped himself from speaking as she had snaked her arm around him and leaned in, asking for a kiss, and his humming was soothing her soul. When he also gave her the kiss, she closed her eyes and made a small loving sound leave her. “Obviously,” she mumbled and kissed him gently again. “We don’t have time for two baths,” she chuckled.

With a gentle whip of her hand a door to the closet opened. Another movement with her hand let a small box get out of the closet. She had been cleaning just in case he wasn’t going to use the clothing. She liked when the apartment was clean. She had experienced that when there was raids the police handled a clean home better than a messy home. “I don’t understand why you think I’m such a beast,” she chuckled a little. She had never directly ruined any clothing, unless it was something he had to throw out anyway, like ruined pants or shirt which were missing a couple of buttons.

While he got dresses, she made sure she had everything where it should be and moved their suitcases towards the front door. She carried a smaller bag across her shoulder an onto her hip where she had all the papers that she needed. When they were informed that the cab was there, Logan was cocky enough to smack her, making her look towards him with a slightly wide grin. “Are you even going to be able to keep it in your pants all the way?” she teased as she started to walk downstairs with her suitcase so she could deliver it to the cab driver so he could put it inside the trunk, and she could get comfortable in the cab while she waited for Logan to join her.

They finally arrived at the airport and was let out of the cab, and actually paying the guy and wishing him a good day. As they both had their suitcase and bags, she let her arm snake around his so they could walk together towards the spot where they got their airplane ticket. Delilah was never nervous about this stuff and how she just had fake identity with her and all of that. She simply pressed the different buttons on a screen and shortly after, tickets were printed to them with the destination written on them. Russia. “I’ll just keep them in my bag,” she mentioned while she was putting them away, “Let’s get rid of the suitcases,” she said with a wide smile and looked up at logan before she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and walked determined towards the suitcase check in.

As soon as the cabdriver had taken her bags she turned to Logan, “Oh, I can,” she said and winked to him, letting her hands stroke over her covered body once. Only teasing him for a second while the cabdriver got the last bags into the trunk.


Delilah was confident, having traveled a lot as a wanted criminal and with fake identification and all that. She had her ways. She was so calm and almost in zen while she got the tickets. She squeezed his hand slightly as she had a feeling that he was nervous. As they got to the suitcase check in she noticed how he almost looked at her as if he was hoping it didn’t contain anything that could be troublesome. She just laughed a little and leaned in to give him a little peck. “You’re so sweet,” she chuckled and gave him a short peck. She put her suitcase on the load and afterwards her hands in her backpockets, waiting for the woman to accept the suitcase. And there it went. The woman who stood for the suitcases looked at Logan, noticing he was nervous. Before any of them could say anything Delilah chose to defend him, “He’s scared of flying,” she said, scrunching her nose a little while she leaned up against Logan while the suitcase was getting approved. The woman made a short nod before she sent the suitcase away to get onto the right plane.

They got through the security check and all the way to the plane and before she knew of it, the plane took off. Delilah made sure to hold Logans hand caringly and tried to calm him down, almost as if he was afraid of flying. Occasionally the plane stabilized and they were simply floating in the air. She smiled softly at him as he finally looked over at her and asked for a ship the next time. She was about to laugh out loud when she noticed that he took a bag to throw up in it. “Oh my God. Are you okay, beast?” she asked with slightly wide eyes. She put a hand on his shoulder and looked up at the buttons above them to click on one of the buttons to get service to them. It didn’t take long before a sweet stewardess appeared and looked kindly at Delilah. “Hi, sorry for interrupting,” Delilah said with her kindest voice, “My man easily gets air sick. Can you find him another bag, please?” she wondered blinking almost innocently with her eyes. The stewardess smiled warmly and nodded before she walked away to get a new bag for him.

Delilah frowned worried as he told her with a sarcastic voice that he was fine. Besides he threw up immediately after. The stewardess seemed to be behaving properly as of for now, which was why Delilah didn’t do anything as of right now. Besides, if Delilah wanted, she was the one with the power on this flight.
Delilah turned a little on her seat to look at Logan fully as he leaned back. “Rome?” she frowned clearly confused. “Honey this plane is not for Italy,” she said looking quite confused at him. “Were on our way to Russia,” she explained. She blinked a little with her eyes, “Did you really think that we were going to Italy to meet my family?” she wondered. Of course, she did have her uncle who lived in Italy with his wife and one of her cousins, since Harper was in Athena but… Rome, really?

Delilah raised her brow at Logan as he seemed very confused about where they were going. “Oh… Logan,” she sighed and leaned back in her seat, pinching the bridge of her nose for a moment while taking a couple of deep breaths. “You didn’t listen when I told you, hm?” she said looking at him and grabbed onto his hand, caressing it a little. “Well, I guess you haven’t packed for the cold then,” she laughed a little pulling a wider smile. “As soon as we get my suitcase I’ll grab one of my jackets for you,” she said and let her free hand find his hand too, giving it a light squeeze before she let her hand glide up his forearm up to his biceps where she gave him a light squeeze before she leaned a little closer to him. “You might not be able to fit these guns in the sleeves, but it might be able to keep you warm,” she whispered to him. She pulled away as he suddenly bend forward to throw up again. “We gotta get you some pills for the trip home. We can’t have you puking this much. It’s a long trip,” she said and caressed his back a little.

She didn’t get to laugh before he puked, but she loved how he had played along. She made sure that the stewardess kept coming with new bags but knew she shouldn’t be sending Logan any sweet looks. That was Delilah’s job. So, whenever the stewardess wasn’t around, she caressed him and made sure he felt alright, though at some point she fell asleep.
When they landed, she supported her man all the way to the suitcase delivery. She sat him by one of the benches while she kept an eye for their suitcases. When she had gotten hers, she made sure to walk over to Logan and open it to pull out one of her jackets and swing it around him, almost tugging him in. She leaned in to give him a gentle kiss before she pulled out a jacket for herself. She closed the suitcase and left it by his side while she kept an eye out for his suitcase. When they had all their luggage, she walked back to Logan so she could support him while they walked out. When they got through the doors, there stood a group of men, and one small petite woman who looked like Delilah, but with a softer expression. It was her mother. “Juliet, my favorite little princess,” the lady spoke in Russian while opening her arms up to her daughter. See, normally Delilah would run over to hug her mother, but as of right now, she wanted to be sure her man got the support he needed, which was why she Delilah looked at one of the men standing with her mother. “Luggage, please. Find my man a jacket,” she spoke in Russian in a voice that almost roared of power. She hadn’t even been speaking like that near Logan before. The men immediately got moving. Two of them went to grab the luggage they carried, and another left the area to find a jacket for Logan. “It’s my mother and some bodyguards,” she whispered to Logan in English.
“Oh, he doesn’t speak Russian?” Delilah’s mother wondered in Russian. Delilah’s mother spoke American English and therefore understood.
“He doesn’t understand Russian,” she explained to her mother in Russian while they got close enough to her that Delilah let go of Logan to hug her mother who was at least fifteen centimeters shorter. The women kissed each other’s cheeks before Delilah’s mother turned to the young man.
“Logan. I’m Delilah’s mother, Sarah,” she said with a Russian accent. She had thrown away the American accent a long time ago. “Juliet has told so much about you,” she said and hugged the man.
It took a little moment before she realized that her mother used her birthname, and not the name that she had introduced herself as to Logan. Delilah hooked her arm with Logans. “Can we go home? The airport is driving me nuts,” she asked her mother in Russian, which made the little lady turn around and order the rest of the bodyguards around, though most of them stayed around. While they walked one of the men came back with a jacket, which had just been bought and handed it to Delilah’s man. “You’ll be treated well, my love,” she said and allowed Logan to get his new jacket on, so they could walk together out to the small limousine where they sat with two bodyguards. Her mother sat in another limousine and the rest of the crew had their own cars. As soon as they started driving, Delilah turned towards Logan. “They don’t understand English,” she assured him and gave him a kind smile. “I was born Juliet,” she said and interlocked their fingers.

Sarah smiled extremely friendly to Logan as he said it was a pleasure to meet her. It meant a lot to Sarah, the first meeting. She remembered other men that her daughter had brought with her. Most often it was men that her daughter didn’t wish to breathe anymore, which the family usually took care of, but Logan, he was something different.

She smiled a small smile when he used her birthname. She had to get used to that, but she would also have to explain to him, that it was for safety reasons that she didn’t go by Juliet anywhere else. Inside the limousine he joked about using her birthname more, which itched the spot about her having to tell him about the security. She raised her brows and licked her lips as he mentioned that some of her clothing could be replaced. “You’re really only thinking about banging me, hm?” she mused and leaned closer to kiss him gently and let her free hand travel to his thigh. “And you don’t mind the extra company?” she asked raising a brow and glanced towards the two bodyguards who sat on the seats opposite of them, looking in their direction. Her smile spread and she changed the way she sat, so she sat on top of his lap looking at him. The hand on his thigh found his chin and grabbed onto it. “Now you know just a little more about me, which is incredible, since we have been together for a while…” she hummed and moved her pelvis a little closer to his. “But you should know that Juliet is only my name when we’re in Russia,” she explained, “Juliet has done awful things and is dead everywhere else than in Russia,” she elaborated. “Leah Winter was my second name, she only lives in Japan…” Delilah almost purred, “Gemma Brown only lives in Germany, because she is ‘locked up’,” she panted, “And everywhere else, you’re with Delilah Barone,” she finished, and let a small kiss plant upon his lips. “Understood?” she whispered, to make sure that he understood that she was a woman of many names. The bodyguards said nothing to the tension she was building up. They were only here to make sure they arrived safely – whatever the lovebirds did meanwhile didn’t matter to them, unless it of course heightened the risk of something bad to happen.

Delilah cradled her head from side to side while she thought about how they were a different version of her. She didn’t think so. They were all her. Each of them had formed who she was now. The memories each of them had, was in Delilah. She chuckled a little as he concluded that he was dating four women in one, “Oh no,” she chuckled. As he leaned closer, she allowed a shallow breath to leave her, so her breath cascaded over his skin. “Well, you have to call me the right names,” she explained, “Or else we might end up behind bars… And you wouldn’t want our baby to be brought up behind bars, would you?” she mumbled, continuing to tease him with grinding her pelvis on top of his lap. She had already told him that she carried their child, but at this moment none of them knew that one had become two.
“Am I bothering you?” she wondered, with a slightly shallow voice, almost whispering as she let a hand place itself on her lap, and the other caress his neck.

-- TW: guns--

A teasing smirk evolved on Delilah’s lips as she agreed that she was bothering him. She liked when things were going in the direction, she liked it to go. She gasped as he leaned into it, telling her how he wanted her now. She hummed satisfied as he used the right name for the right country. Juliet. She leaned closer, so her breath cascaded over his face, Her arm left his neck and she let her arm reach behind him where she found a gun. She picked it up silently, grinding against him to distract him. The next moment, she let the mouth of the gun run along his jawline and rest underneath his chin. “Say it again,” she whispered  sensually, with a smile that grew wickedly. Whether if he said anything or not, she would with a quick movement twist her body, so she aimed at one of the bodyguards.
“Ostav’ nas*,” she hissed in Russian. The bodyguards didn’t even flinch but simply knocked on the glass to the chauffer who stopped, and the bodyguards could shift places, so one got in on the front and the other found another car to be in. She then turned towards her man. Dramatically, she held the hand with the gun out towards the floor and let it slide off her hand. She hadn’t even removed the security. It was safe as anything else in the cabin. It could have been a toy, but it wasn’t. “It’s cold outside,” she told him. She stood up in the now driving mini limousine and pulled her pants off, before she sat down on her knees in front of him and started to open his pants, but only enough that his member was free. She glanced back up at him before she crawled back up on top of his lap and pulled her panties aside and let them connect. Usually, she was quite demanding with foreplay, but when he begged so sweetly, she could suffer a little to satisfy him quicker. “Is this what you wanted?” she gasped.

* Leave us

She leaned her head back as she heard his voice telling her that this was what he wanted. She felt his hands and when she noticed that he tried to pull of her shirt she slapped his hands, quite gently, but enough for him to know that it wasn’t a part of her plans. “It’s cold outside,” she said, grabbing his hands and moving one underneath her shirt and another to her bare bottom. If he tried to take more of her clothing off, she would once again slap his hands and lean over to a controller and make the windows roll completely down, so the cold Russian weather would fill the room.
No matter if the windows were up or down, she would continue her movements. The speed of everything depended on the windows however, because she truly didn’t want to get sick, so she would make sure that they would be sweating withing a moment. If the windows were closed, she would make sure that every darkened window could get fogged up.
With the remote nearby she turned up the volume of the music so her moans and gasps were less heard – after all, she wasn’t the quite type. She was the type who liked to let the man know when she loved what was happening, because that way, when something she didn’t want or like it was obvious with the way she kept quiet. But this should be music to Logans ears.

A moan left her as Logan bit her neck. Sweat was soon starting to run down their foreheads, and if it hadn’t been for the open windows, the windows of the cabin would have been completely fogged. As soon as she was certain they had both gotten over the edge in the limousine she leaned in to kiss him slightly breathlessly. “You… are a very, very bad man,” she whispered followed by a loving chuckle. She found the remote and closed the windows before she pulled herself off him. Now she wouldn’t have minded to simply fall asleep on top of him, but she knew that it wouldn’t take much longer before they arrived and would have to be shown around. She caught her pants and got dressed, “Fix yaself up, would ya?” she said before she sat down next to her and leaned back into the seat, drying off her forehead with the back of her hand. “Don’t look my father directly in the eyes,” she warned him slightly out of breath before she looked towards him, “Alexander,” she introduced him letting him know that whenever that name was mentioned he should back the fuck off. “I’m not joking, okay?” she said looking him straight in the eyes, “I don’t want to kill my father to save your forgetful ass,” he said before she laughed a little.