yeoldemaksylfilth

[yeoldemaksylfilth]

Payback

Maks was roused from his deep slumber by soft kisses trailing along his jawline. He was normally a very heavy sleeper but she had a knack for getting his attention. His face was pressed into the soft pillow and he sighed deeply and contentedly as her kisses continued, the ends of her long hair tickling the back of his neck. He felt a comfortable weight across his lower back and realized she had climbed on top of him, legs straddled on either side of his torso. He reached his arms back towards her to run his hands along her shapely legs.

But he couldn't.

What the hell?

His eyes flew open as he struggled to make sense of his situation. It was morning, early morning, by the look of the sunlight streaming through the gap in the curtains. He was lying on his stomach on his bed, the sheets and pillows still in disarray after the night's activities. Meryl was definitely sitting on his back, still pressing soft, sweet kisses all over his exposed skin, her hands gently roaming across his shoulders.

But what was wrong with his arms?

He tried to move them again but they wouldn't budge from behind his back. He pulled harder, but they wouldn't separate. Twisting his forearms slightly, he felt silky fabric against his skin, holding his two wrists together. Understanding caught up with his sleepy brain.

She had tied him up.

With his own damn necktie, by the feel of it.

"Good morning," she purred in his ear.

"Good morning," he mumbled, the side of his face still pressed into the pillow. "I'm pretty sure this is not how I fell asleep," he said, lifting his arms slightly to indicate their conjoined state.

"Nope," she said, "I thought that would be a nice addition for this morning."

He turned his head even further, trying to see her face. "And just what did you have planned for this morning?"

She pressed herself into his back, trapping his arms under her and crushing her breasts against his shoulder blades. Her lips found his ear and she answered in a breathy whisper.

"Payback."

He groaned deeply into his pillow as his eyes fell shut again. A thrill of both dread and excitement shot through his body at the thought of the glorious torture Meryl was about to unleash on him. He felt her grin against the side of his face then the pressure on his back lifted as she pushed herself up on her knees.

"Roll over," she told him.

Maks obliged, flipping himself over as instructed. His hungry eyes took in her gorgeous, tousled appearance, long hair cascading over her shoulders, porcelain skin clad in a delicate black lace nightie. As she sat herself astride him again, trapping his growing erection between them, Maks pulled himself into a sitting position, capturing her lips with his own.

He kissed her hungrily, greedily, and she reciprocated with equal enthusiasm, tongues duelling for their combined pleasure. He wanted more of this, more of her, more of them, and in that moment the enormity of his situation caught up with him.

He couldn't touch her.

Could. Not. Touch.

He was an extraordinarily tactile person. He could barely keep his hands to appropriate places on live national television, and in the bedroom they took on a life, a mission, of their own. And now, she had denied them their fun, their purpose. Maks felt almost bereft, even helpless. As she pulled back from their kiss and met his gaze, she seemed to sense some of his inner turmoil. She grinned mischievously.

This woman was going be the death of him

But what a way to go.

Arching her back slightly, Meryl ran her fingers into her hair, gathering the long tresses behind her and tying them back in a quick knot. Maks leaned forward, drawn toward her, lips seeking the tender skin of her neck. She caught him with a small hand to his chest, stilling his advance.

"Lie back," she said softly.

Maks' slow exhale sounded almost like a growl as he lay back on the mattress. He watched through hooded eyes as Meryl placed her hands on his collar bone, fingers splayed and palms cool against his warm skin. Slowly, she slid her hands down his torso, shifting herself backwards as she went. Her hands slowed as they neared their destination, prolonging his wait. Finally, she wrapped both hands around his length, her eyes flicking upward to find his again.

Maks was determined to maintain some scrap of control, of fortitude, of dignity, no matter what she did to him. He held her gaze and kept his face as still as possible, his breathing steady and easy – for now.  As she shifted her body again, she bent towards him and replaced one softly stroking hand with her mouth. With a deep guttural groan, Maks' eyes fell shut.

Meryl started slow with gentle teasing flicks of her tongue, her lips wrapped around the head while her hand continued is gentle, rhythmic stroking. Maks cursed softly under his breath as her delicate ministrations already threatened to overwhelm him. Then suddenly, and without preamble, she engulfed him completely in her mouth.

"Fuck, babe," he groaned, his eyes now rolling back in his head with pleasure. It was taking all his concentration not to come in her mouth right then. Slowly – painfully slowly – she pulled her head back, applying steady pressure along the length of him with her tongue, then swirling it around the tip, sucking gently, before diving in again.

Maks was beside himself, denied the ability to touch her, fighting the overwhelming instinct to thrust himself upward. Meryl, again sensing his inner struggle, reached out with one hand, letting it glide up his thigh to rest on his hip, steadying him. Her motions slowed slightly. Maks exhaled with silent relief and opened his eyes again. No sooner had their gazes met than Maks felt Meryl's other hand softly cup his balls, and he lost control all over again.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Meryl," he gasped, unable to stop his own hips from rising off the bed towards her. She took him fully, deeply, her mouth so hot and wet against his tender skin, her hands continuing their delicate massage. He felt the last of his resolve unravelling as he hurtled towards his breaking point. He was close, so close, and just when he thought she'd push him right over the edge, she stopped.

Maks let out a slow, shaky breath, bewildered, tormented, and relieved all at once at the sudden loss of contact. His eyes sought hers, his brain trying to keep up. She was still kneeling over him, his rigid cock seemingly straining towards her, and she was still wearing that wide, mischievous grin.

"Are you ok?" she asked, slyly and teasingly, fully aware he couldn't form an answer to that question. Maks merely groaned as his head fell back into his pillow.

"You seem frustrated," she said knowingly, tauntingly. "Like you want something, so clearly, so badly, but you just can't have it." She began to move her body forward along his outstretched legs towards his hips.

"You know," she said, her voice becoming deeper and more seductive, her hands sliding up his abdomen, "when I'm away from you, I can get pretty frustrated too." She sat astride his pelvis again and he could feel her wetness against his cock. "I think I've been spoiled by you, what you do to me, how you make me feel, and I just want it, all the time."

She pushed against his solid chest as she rose up on her knees, positioning herself over the tip of his cock.  Again, he felt himself strain towards her, but she held perfectly still just out of reach, watching his face, enjoying his quiet suffering.

"Sometimes," her voice barely more than a low whisper now, "when I'm all alone in my bed, I'll think of you, and I'll touch myself." She slid her hands up her own thighs to her centre, gently fingering her clit. "I'll pretend my fingers are your fingers, and remember the way they touch me, stroke me, fill me, the way they beg me to come for you."

Maks watched her, transfixed, her sultry words filling his ears. The idea of her pleasuring herself, of driving herself to her own release, all while thinking of him, aroused him more than he thought possible. His eyes were drawn to her hands, now moving faster, deeper, occasionally brushing the tip of his erection with slick fingers. The tension inside him was mounting to unbearable heights again, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the exhibition before him.

 "But," she breathed, a note of frustration seeping into her voice, "no matter what I do, no matter what I imagine, nothing ever feels the same as you."

She paused again, and Maks lifted his eyes to fix her with an intense, demanding, pleading stare. “Babe,” he whispered, his voice cracking with frustration, desire, need. “Please.”

And with an aching slowness, she slid down onto him, taking him to the hilt.

Maks felt a shred of relief as he at long last felt the contact he so badly craved, but that was instantly surpassed by the inexpressible and overwhelming pleasure of being inside her. Wrapped in her, buried in her, finally – finally – part of her again.

His heart pounded in his chest and his arms strained at their bindings as she began to rise and fall, always careful to keep him inside her. He wasn’t going to last very long but he was past caring. Pressing his heels into the bed he tilted his hips forward, changing the angle at which they met and hitting that spot inside her he knew drove her mad. She threw her head back in delight, the loose ends of her long hair tickling the tops of his thighs. Her fingers pressed into her clit on last time, and she found her shaky release. In that instant, he finally let go.

And his world exploded.

Stars flashed in his eyes and incoherent sounds were torn from his lips. His blood ran hot, every nerve ending on fire, then at once soothed by his glorious release. His cock throbbed within her, matching her own pulse, and their bodies trembled together, savouring each other’s prolonged pleasure.

Gradually, eventually, his toes uncurled and he lifted heavy eyelids to look at her. He thought she never looked more beautiful than in this moment – flushed, sated, joyful, and gazing adoringly down at him.

“Come here,” she whispered.

With some effort, he sat up, his body still trembling and feeling entirely too soft. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, sinking into her, pressing kisses to the silky skin and mumbling indistinct words of love and reverence.

She reached behind him and grasped the loose end of the necktie that would release him from his bondage. Maks caught a fleeting look of trepidation cross her face as though she worried what manner of retribution he had in store for her once the use of his hands was returned to him.

She pulled the necktie loose.

His hands flew to her face and he kissed her with wild abandon, as though trying to make up for all the kisses she had denied him. His tongue swept her honeyed mouth, revelling in the taste and softness and familiarity of her. Her fingers threaded into his tousled hair and she kissed him back with equal fervour.

Coming up for air, he pressed he forehead against hers, still holding her face, their chests heaving in unison.

“That was...I don’t even...you...” He shook his head, words failing him. Placing one last, passionate, crushing kiss on her lips, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tiny body into his. His hands roamed her body as if bidden to memorize it, truly appreciating the gift it was to be able to touch her, caress her, hold her, keep her.  

Meryl nestled her head into his shoulder, basking in his tender attention. She tilted her chin slightly to murmur in his ear. “So, I’m gonna pay for that, aren’t I?”

Maks pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “In the best possible way, sweetheart. Over and over again.”

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Blindfold

Meryl thumbed idly through her phone while she waited for Maks to finish getting dressed. Scanning the list of recommended videos on her YouTube feed, her eyes stopped halfway down the list. She squinted at the tiny thumbnail picture beside the video description.

"Is Erin wearing a blindfold?" she said aloud, half to herself and half to Maks as he came back in the bedroom.

"What?" he said, caught off guard by this abrupt start to a conversation.

"You and Erin, your waltz. Is she wearing a blindfold?" Meryl said again, gesturing to the video now playing on the phone.

Maks shrugged "It was a bit of a gimmick, trying to stand out from everyone else. She danced really well, though."

"Whose idea was it?" she asked, a smile creeping across her face.

"Mine," he replied, adjusting the cuffs on his shirt.

Raising an eyebrow slightly, she smiled as she watched him, her mind starting to wander.

He paused.

He knew that smile.

Briefly turning back to the dresser to hide his own grin, he quickly grabbed the rest of his things and gestured towards the door. "Should we go?"

Snapping back to attention, she nodded, tossing her phone in her purse and slipping on her shoes as she got up from her seat on the bed. Taking his offered hand, she followed him downstairs, out the front door, and to the car.

He took her to a quiet little bistro close to his house. They had a fabulous dinner with fabulous wine and fabulous dessert. Conversation flowed easily between them, as it always did, and there was as much hand holding above the table as there was footsies below. They drove the short distance home in comfortable silence, hands clasped together on the centre console.

When they arrived home, he opened her door for her and led her up the front walk. Unlocking the door, he ushered her in ahead of him and shut the heavy wooden door.

It was dark. The sun had set hours ago and they hadn't left any lights on. She tried to remember where the light switch was in relation to the door when she felt Maks come up close behind her.

He pressed his whole body against hers and she instinctively leaned back into him. She heard him rustling in his pockets, discarding keys, wallet, and whatever else, and he bent his head to press a warm kiss to the crook of her neck. His arms lifted and she expected them to slide around her waist. Instead, she felt soft fabric drawn across her face.

A blindfold.

A thrill ran up her spine and her pulse quickened. He quickly tied the knot behind her head and his hands returned to her body.

"I saw that look on your face before," he whispered in her ear. One arm pulled her even tighter against him as his hand found her breast. The other hand had moved to the hem of her dress and slid underneath. "You're a little kinky, aren't you?"

"Maybe," she breathed, her excitement mounting.  His hand had pushed up the skirt of her dress, bunching it around her waist. His hand slid back down her front, tucking into her sheer panties and grazing over her clit.

"Maybe?" he whispered back, his deep voice disbelieving. He slid a finger inside of her and she gasped with pleasure. "This doesn't look like maybe to me," he taunted, dragging his lips down her neck.

She had no words to respond, too enraptured at the feel of him around her. He continued his assault on her senses. Kissing, nipping, licking at her neck. Gripping, teasing her breasts. Pulling his slick finger from inside her to stroke her clit. It was so much, so fast, and she surrendered to his touch. Her orgasm came swiftly. Her whole body trembled in his arms as she threw her head back onto his shoulder and cried out. He held her tight throughout, his breathing steady against her flushed skin. His hands stilled but did not leave their positions.

Her shuddering subsided and she leaned even further into Maks.

"Did you like that?" he whispered again in her ear, his voice both soft and demanding.

"Yeah," she replied, her voice a shaky as her knees.

"Do you like when I take what I want," he asked, his tongue finding the sensitive spot behind her ear. "Do you like it hard - " he pulled her back into his growing arousal " - and fast?"

"Yes," she murmered, the thrill of anticipation mounting inside her.

"Good," he growled in her ear. Gripping her even tighter in his strong arms, he lifted her and began to cross the tile floor of the front hall. She expected to hear his feet start climbing the wooden stairs up to the bedroom. Instead he stopped, set her feet back on the floor, and leaned his torso into hers causing her to bend forward at the waist. Her arms made contact with soft leather cushions.

He had her bent over the back of the couch.

Oh fuck, yes.

He pulled her panties down her thighs and let one hand find her hot core again. "Fuck, babe, you are so wet," he whispered against her hair, letting his fingers slide along the entrance. She pushed back into his hand, aching for him to go deeper, for more, but he pulled away. She groaned at the loss of contact.

She heard the sounds of a belt buckle and zipper and the rustle of fabric. His hands gripped her hips tightly and he positioned himself at her entrance.

And stopped.

He bent forward again, lips against her ear. "Say it," he demanded.

She reached a hand up behind her, grasped a fistful of his hair, and pulled his face as close to hers as she could.  His stubble scratched her cheek and his hot breath caressed her skin.

"Take me," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "Fuck me."

She felt his devilish grin against her face. “I knew I liked that mouth,” he whispered.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         And he drove himself into her.

Oh fuck, yes.

She almost came again right away. He felt, if possible, even bigger this way.  Stretching her, filling her, exciting her even more. He pulled back, nearly leaving her, before plunging back in. And then again. And again.

He found a fast and steady rhythm, holding her hips steady in his large hands. His lips and teeth grazed her ear as he whispered Russian words to her. She didn’t know these words. These words hadn’t come up in class or with her skating coaches. She got the idea, though.

Filthy words.

He voice was deeper in his mother tongue and it only turned her on even more. His voice, his lips, his body pressed into hers, his driving cock, his fingers back on her clit again. She couldn’t see, she couldn’t move, she could barely think straight.

She was completely dominated by him.

And she fucking loved it.

She was so close to the edge and he knew it. “Come for me, baby,” he growled in her ear, his free hand finding her breast again.  “I want to feel you come fucking come.”

And she did.

Head thrown back, knees weak, and a cry of ecstasy ripped from her, her whole body shook with renewed pleasure. One more powerful thrust and he followed her over the edge, his own sounds of gratification joining hers.

He held her tight as they rode it out, breathing slowing, senses readjusting, steadiness returning.  His lips found her ear again.

“That was unbelievable,” he whispered, the predatory tone in his voice replaced by one of adoration and amazement. “Who knew you had a freaky side.”

She reached behind her to caress his cheek.  “I’m full of surprises,” she murmured back, her smile both sultry and satisfied.

He chuckled as he pressed a kiss into her hair. “Good,” he said, standing upright and taking off her blindfold. He pulled her into his arms as she turned to face him for the first time since they entered the house. “I like surprises.”

She smiled a wide, sexy, satisfied grin. Grasping a handful of his shirt, she pulled his lips down to hers.

“I hope you like payback, too,” she whispered. His deep groan was lost in their kiss.

[yeoldemaksylfilth]

Reclaim

"Maks, get back in here, he’s on next."

Meryl sat on the bed of their hotel room, eyes fixed to the TV. She had snuck down to Miami for a few days, getting in a quick visit before she left for Japan. Maks was here for some charity work and some teaching jobs, but still left plenty of time in the day for her. So far, their clandestine getaway had been blissful and unnoticed.

Maks returned from the bathroom and sat next to Meryl on the bed, swinging an arm over her shoulders and pulling her close. They watched the intro package for Serge and Carly, smiling at their goofy answers. When their rehearsal footage started, Meryl’s mind began to drift a little to another contemporary dance, another tribute to an ‘unbreakable love’. So lost in her own thoughts, it took her a few seconds to realize the music was coming from the TV and not simply replaying in her memory.

Meryl gasped quietly and reached out for Maks, her small hand landing on his outstretched leg. Looking over at him to gauge his reaction, he merely shook his head and gestured to the screen.

"Just watch," he whispered.

They watched together, absorbing the music, the choreography, and the beautiful dancing. Meryl found her eyes drawn to Serge’s performance again and again. He was the rock around which Carly danced, his steady strength making her movements even more gorgeous.

As the routine came to an end and the audience erupted in applause, Meryl turned her face to Maks again. There were so many emotions written across his face in that moment: pride, gratitude, joy, reminiscence, wistfulness, and a hundred others both fleeting and profound.

HIs eyes met hers.

"Did you know?" she asked. "About the music?"

"Yeah," he said. "Serge texted me last week, right after their first rehersal. Nothing to be done about it, though." He shrugged. "It’s a great song. Sonya clearly has impeccable taste."

Meryl laughed and snuggled herself into his chest. “They were really good, though. I mean,” she lifted her head slightly to see his face again, “not the best dance I’ve ever seen to that particular song, but well done nonetheless.”

Maks chuckled. “Agreed,” he said, pressing a kiss into her dark hair. “We are a tough act to follow.”

Meryl watched Serge and Carly receive their judges comments for a moment. “He dances like you, though,” she said, gesturing to the TV. “There were a couple moves he did where it really stood out, but just in general, too.” She began to gesture somewhat abstractly with her free hand. “His carriage is the same as yours, he has the same purposefulness, the same…manliness.”

Maks arched an eyebrow and looked down at her. “Manliness, hmmm?”

Meryl looked at him again, a bit of a blush creeping onto her face. “Yes, manliness.”

"Well, I did teach him everything he knows," said Maks with a satisfied grin and a note of pride in his voice.

Meryl’s grin matched his. “And as you’ve said, you’ve got a lot to give.”

Maks nodded. “But let’s make one thing very clear,” he said, pulling her bodily towards him until she was sitting astride his lap, her face mere inches from his. “You were a very, very special student of mine.”

"I hope so," said Meryl, wrapping her arms behind his neck. "I’d hate to think you were quite this giving with Serge and Teddy.”

Maks merely shook his head as she giggled, abruptly silencing her with a kiss. Their tongues sought each other as they fell into their easy, practiced rhythm. Maks’ large hands slid down her back to her hips, pulling her closer to him. She ran her fingers up into his hair as she felt his growing excitement beneath her, his arousal clearly mirroring her own.

Their desire and intentions abundantly clear, their hands began grasping at what little clothing they had on. Just before his shorts were tossed unceremoniously to the end of the bed, Maks reached out a hand and retrieved his phone.

“I think,” he said, slightly out of breath, as he began thumbing through his music collection, “that we need to reclaim our song.” He found the Sam Smith track and hit play, setting the phone on the bed next to them.

Meryl smiled as she kissed him again, his fingers raking through her long hair. They grasped, stroked, and caressed each other, thoughts drifting between their present actions and their dance of so many weeks ago. Finally, as the song broke into its chorus, Meryl slid down his length, uniting them completely.

It was tender, beautiful, adoring, and over entirely too quickly. Their high running emotions pushed them both straight towards that blissful edge, and they took each other there at a run. Shaking fingers entwined as words of love were whispered against each others’ lips.

Gradually, their bodies stilled. As they held each other tightly, intimately, lovingly, they listened to the repeated words of their precious song:

Now I’ve got you in my space,

I won’t let go of you.

Got you shackled in my embrace

I’m latching on to you.

[yeoldemaksylfilth]

Skates

Maks walked across the arena lobby, eyes searching for Meryl. He was meeting with her and Marina this afternoon to start work on one of the off-ice dances for their show in December. Not seeing the petite brunette anywhere, he turned towards the hallway that led to the locker rooms. As he rounded a corner, he passed Maia and Alex heading in the other direction. They exchanged quick smiles and hellos before Maia spoke up.

“If you’re looking for Meryl, she’s still out on the ice.” She gestured in the direction of the main ice pad.

“Oh, great, thanks,” said Maks, smiling appreciatively and doubling back to the heavy doors that led out the ice surface.

He found her at once as she was the only one on the ice. She was mid-stretch when she noticed him and broke into a wide grin, gesturing him over to low bench behind the boards where she stood

“I thought we were meeting at 2?” he said, checking the time on his watch.

“We are,” she said, leaning in for a quick kiss, “but we have something to do here first.”

Maks raised an eyebrow suspiciously. “And what would that be?”

Meryl pointed to the small duffel bag on the bench next to Maks, indicating with raised eyebrows that he should open it. With some apprehension, he grabbed the bag and pulled back the zipper.

“No,” he said firmly, shaking his head for emphasis.

“Oh, come on,” she said with some exasperation. “Just this once. We have the whole place to ourselves.” She pouted slightly at him, knowing it was a weakness of his.

He narrowed his eyes slightly at her tactics. “Have I not told you, on several occasions, what a disaster it was last time? I can’t imagine I’ve improved over fifteen years of not-doing it.”

Meryl rolled her eyes and pulled on the latch to open the door in the boards. She stood before him, hands on her hips, a determined look in her eye.

“I happen to know that you went skating when you were in Ukraine three years ago and you were actually quite good.”

Maks’ face paled slightly and he took a step back from her. “You watched that?” he said, his voice suddenly low and uncertain.

Meryl rested a hand on his arm. “No, I didn’t. I know you’re not happy with that whole thing so I’ve never seen any of it.” She smiled softly at the relieved expression on his face. “But, someone in my sorority found a bit of it on Youtube, and they informed me that you were skating. And you were good at it.” She nodded emphatically and crossed her arms, as though the matter had been settled.

Maks sighed and sat down on the bench. “You know,” he said, somewhat stalling for time, “there’s a big difference between doing a couple laps with a dumb Russian girl who is just trying to get into your pants, and a private skate with an Olympic champion.”

Meryl placed one gloved hand on his shoulder and looked him squarely in the eyes. “If it makes you feel any better, I also want to get into your pants.”

Maks burst into laughter, feeling much of his nervous tension leave him instantly. “Alright, alright, let’s get this over with.” He pulled the hockey skates out of the bag. “Whose are these, anyway?”

“One of the guys Charlie plays hockey with,” replied Meryl. “I couldn’t find size 12 figure skates and I thought you could live without the toe-picks for today.”

Maks smiled gratefully as he pulled off his shoes. With some assistance from Meryl, he laced up the skates. He accepted her outstretched hand and they made their way back onto the ice surface.

His heart was hammering in his chest as he took his first gliding steps across the ice. He was less nervous about hurting himself than he was about embarrassing himself in front of Meryl. He felt her tiny hand squeeze his and he looked over to see the tender look of encouragement on her beautiful face.  Relaxing slightly and holding her hand a little tighter, they began skating in slow, easy circles around the ice.

It wasn’t as terrible as he had played it up to be, and he had to admit to himself, his skating skills were actually somewhat better than he remembered.  Meryl stayed with him, always holding his hand. With a quick one-foot turn, she was in front of him skating backwards, taking his other hand as well.

“Show-off,” he scoffed. She laughed and pulled their bodies closer together, turning them into a slow, inelegant spin. When their motion stopped, Maks twirled Meryl around then pulled her across him to dip her over his arm.

“Now this,” he said, indicating their close hold and rubbing his nose close to hers, “this I’m good at.”

Meryl giggled as she met his warm lips for a quick kiss. He righted them both and they set off for another lap. His apprehension lessened as they skated, enjoying the quiet moment together, appreciating her desire to share this important part of her life with him, if only for a few minutes.

A loud, authoritative, female voice called to them from the boards.

“Maksim, get that bottom back underneath the rest of you. I thought you were a dancer.”

Maks turned, as quickly as he could manage in his skates, to see Marina glaring at him with mock disapproval from the bench. He grinned and stood as straight as he could, gracefully stretching his arms out beside him.

“Better?” he asked.

Marina shrugged. “For now. You must practice, practice, practice. You’ll never become a great skater otherwise.”

Maks and Meryl both laughed as they skated over towards the boards. Marina greeted Maks properly with a hug and kisses to both cheeks before pointing to his skates.

“She finally got you out here,” Marina said, smiling and patting Meryl on the shoulder. “She is very determined, this one.”

“I’m well aware,” said Maks with a rueful smile. “We should go practice our actual dance now, yeah?”

Meryl rolled her eyes at his hopeful, pleading look. “Go take them off, already,” she said, gesturing to the bench and the empty duffle bag. Smiling appreciatively, he stepped off the ice and sat down to the end of the bench to remove the skates.

The two women stood on either side of the boards, watching Maks. After a moment, Marina leaned in to Meryl.

“He reminds me very much of Sergei,” she said quietly, a small, wistful smile on her lips. Meryl said nothing, merely watching her coach.

“He is very strong, very handsome, loves to smile, and he loves you very much,” Marina continued, turning to look at Meryl. “I see it every time he looks at you. He is a man in love, a happy man.”

Marina gave Meryl’s hand a squeeze and they both smiled. “You have done well, Little Flower.”

Meryl turned back to Maks, her heart swelling with the truth of Marina’s words. She stepped off the ice and walked over to where he was sitting, tucking the skates back in their bag. He turned to look up at her as she stood beside him, threading her fingers idly in his hair.

“Thank you,” she said quietly, “for coming out today.”

Maks caught hold of her hand and brought it to his lips. “Anything for you,” he said in a low, warm voice. They held each other’s gaze for a moment before Maks broke it with a wink.

“Now go take your skates off, we’ve got real dancing to do.”

[yeoldemaksylfilth]

Breakfast

Meryl stood on her very tiptoes to grab two plates from the cupboard before turning back to the frying pan on the stove. Just as she was idly wondering if the boys had any ketchup in the fridge, she spotted Maks in the kitchen doorway. Shirtless, rumpled looking, and leaning casually on the white doorframe, she marvelled, not for the first time, at how he managed to look both adorable and smoking hot at the same time. His brown eyes unabashedly roamed her body, taking in her chosen attire.

“Is this going to be a regular thing?” he asked, his voice low and husky so early in the morning. “Stealing my shirts?”

Meryl grinned and shrugged one white cotton-clad shoulder. “Maybe.”  She gestured to the stove. “Eggs?”

“Yes, please,” he said, placing a swift kiss on her cheek as he ambled over to the fridge. Retrieving the orange juice and ketchup, he poured them each a drink then leaned against the counter to watch her. She had left the top two buttons of his shirt undone, giving him a tantalizing view of the skin beneath. As she lifted the pan off the stove, the hem of the shirt rode up, revealing even more of her shapely legs and just a hint of red lace.

He waited for her to finish with the hot food before he set his glass down and reached for her. Wrapping his large hands around her tiny waist, he lifted her straight off the floor to set her on the cool stone counter top. He stood between her legs, pressing his torso against hers.

“The thing about you wearing my shirts, though,” he said to her, the sleepiness in his voice now replaced by unmasked desire, “is that I just want to tear them off you.”

Meryl grinned again, tilting her head to one side as she ran her hands up his smooth, muscular arms. He began to trail soft wet kisses against her exposed collarbone as his hands slid around her hips and down her bare thighs. Gripping behind her bent knees he pulled her even tighter against him, pressing his arousal against her core. A soft exhale of delight escaped her lips as her hands slid to his neck, pulling his face up her hers and capturing his mouth with her own.

Their lips and tongues met in a lazy, familiar sort of way, content with the moment, enjoying the contact and closeness with each other. Gradually, however, deeper desires took over and their kisses grew heated and more passionate. Several more buttons on the borrowed shirt were undone as Maks’ lips returned to her neck and his hand began to slide up her inner thigh. As he reached the enticing wetness at her centre, fingers dipping beneath the thin fabric, she slid her small hand down the front of his sweatpants, taking a firm hold of his hard cock.

Maks groaned into her neck, loving how easily she turned him to mush in her hands. As her hand began to move along his length, he slid two fingers inside of her, hearing her own breathy grown in his ear. They mirrored each other’s motions, back and forth, in and out, slowly increasing their tempo, taking cues from the sounds of pleasure coming from the other.

Just as Meryl reached a hand behind Maks, attempting to push down the waistband of his pants, they were interrupted by a voice from the doorway.

“Shit, sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry.”

Startled and slightly disoriented at the abrupt intrusion, Meryl and Maks’ heads whipped around to see Val standing in the door with his back to them, his hand clapped firmly over his eyes.

“I didn’t see anything, promise,” he said, sounding both embarrassed and amused at the same time.

Withdrawing their respective hands, Meryl and Maks attempted to straighten themselves up, redoing buttons and shifting undergarments. Meryl made to get down from the counter but she was stopped by Maks' hands on her thighs. He gestured to his still prominent erection, clearly visible beneath his pants, and held her in place in front of him. Blushing furiously at the whole situation, Meryl buried her face in Maks’ shoulder.

Maks turned his head to his brother. “You can turn around now,” he said, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice.

Val uncovered his eyes and stepped into the kitchen. Nodding hello to the pair of them, he quickly grabbed the entire bottle of juice from the fridge and a box of cereal from a nearby cupboard. As he turned to leave, he paused and looked at them.  

“In all seriousness, there are beds and couches and floors all over this place. Can we maybe try to keep this away from the eating surfaces?” He shook his head wearily as he moved back to the doorway, shouting an affectionate “Love you both!” as he left.

Maks shook his head ruefully, running his fingers through his already tousled hair. “Sorry,” he murmured to Meryl who was still hiding her face in his neck. “I forgot he came in late last night. I guess we didn’t hear him, what with one thing and another.”

Meryl looked up at him, her cheeks still red, but a determined glint in her eye. “Maybe we should take this upstairs?”

Maks smiled seductively at her. “I like how you think, babe.” Wrapping her legs around his waist, he lifted her into his arms and headed out of the kitchen towards the stairs.

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Nice Shirt

Meryl woke very slowly. She kept her eyes closed and savoured the feeling of waking on her own instead of at the insistence of an alarm. Gradually her senses took in her surroundings. She heard birds chirping and a passing car outside, the open window letting in the sounds and a light summer breeze. She could smell the lingering hint of familiar cologne, and the dancing shadows on her closed eyelids told her the sun was already up.

Stretching her body against the soft cotton sheets she opened her eyes. Looking across the bed, she realized she was alone. She strained her ears to hear the shower or else some other movement in the house, but found nothing. Pouting slightly, she sat up. She’d had plans for a lazy morning in bed and his absence was spoiling her fun.

Reluctantly getting out of bed, she moved towards her suitcase to find something to wear. On her way she spotted the white dress shirt she had unbuttoned, pushed off his broad shoulders, and discarded to the floor only hours before. She picked it up and slipped it on, doing up enough buttons to keep it in place. It smelled like him. Grinning, she checked her appearance in the mirror, wiped a few stray mascara smudges, and padded barefoot out the door.

She headed downstairs and crossed cool tile of the front hallway. Reaching the kitchen door, she saw him. Dressed in boxer shorts and a grey tank top, Maks sat beside the kitchen table, cup of coffee in hand, reading something on his phone. He had shaved for her arrival yesterday but now had a hint of stubble and his hair still stood up in all directions from the fingers she had run through it during the night. Smiling at his unkempt adorableness, she leaned against the door frame.

Lifting his gaze from the screen he spotted her, his eyes darkening immediately as he took in her appearance. He tossed his phone on the table and took a leisurely sip of coffee, never breaking eye contact.

“Nice shirt” he said, his voice husky and thick with sleep.

Shrugging a shoulder, she started to walk toward him. “It looked comfortable.”

He gestured with his cup towards the coffee maker on the counter. “There’s a fresh pot there if you want some.”

She shook her head. Reaching where he sat, she placed a hand on either of his shoulders. Still holding each others’ gaze, she lifted a leg to straddle his, settling herself in his lap. He set his mug on the table and placed his large hands on her tiny waist.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, his voice even deeper now.

“Eventually” she said, sliding her hands behind her neck. “Someone kept me up late.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her. “I don’t recall you complaining.”

She shrugged again and pulled herself closer to him, letting one hand slide up into his hair.

“Do you want me to make you some breakfast?” he whispered against her lips, his hands now trailing down her bare legs.

“Not yet” she whispered back before capturing his mouth with hers. This kiss was slow and lazy at first. Maks’ hands had begun sliding back up her legs, slipping under the hem of the borrowed shirt. As he reached her hips, he realized she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath. He groaned and pulled her even closer.

Their kiss deepened, tongues finding each other again and remembering the passion of the night before. Feeling his arousal underneath her, Meryl ran her hand down his chest and slipped it beneath his waistband. Gripping him gently, she smoothed her small hand down his length before lifting him to free him from the confines of his shorts.

She pulled back from the kiss momentarily to look at him. His eyes were clouded with desire but he held gaze as she stood on tip toes and positioned herself above him. His fingertips dug into her hips as she paused, watching the anticipation build in him. Letting another second pass by, she impaled herself on him, taking him as deep as she could.

Maks reached one hand up to tangle in her loose hair, pulling her head down to kiss her again. His other hand slid to her ass, pressing her hot centre even harder against him. They both groaned this time, revelling at the sensation of being reunited this way, even though it had been mere hours since the last time.

Meryl pressed up on her toes again, leveraging herself to slide up his length before sliding back down with aching slowness. Repeating this motion, leisurely at first, then again, and again, they easily found a rhythm that was quickly pushing both of them to the edge.

Maks gripped her hips again and rolled his own hips upwards to reach ever so slightly deeper within her. Immediately the tension within each of them began to mount. Lips meeting again, he pressed his thumb between them to the place where their bodies met. With only two gentle strokes, she broke around him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, gripping him tightly, her whole body shaking. With one final thrust, he found his own release, holding her firmly against him as they rode out their shared waves of pleasure.

As she calmed down and caught her breath, she pulled her head back and brushed her hair away from her face. He looked at her with an adoring and satisfied smile, letting his hands run up and down her bare back under the shirt.

“Well good morning to you, too” he mumbled, placing a soft, chaste kiss on her smiling lips.

She laughed. “You should stick around in bed next time, save me the trip down here.”

“I will remember that for tomorrow,” he grinned. “And every day after that.”

Kissing him sweetly again, she gently stroked the side of his face. “Did you say something about breakfast?”

“I did,” he said, sliding his hands underneath her and effortlessly lifting her as he stood from his chair. “But we can’t have breakfast in this state. Shower first, food later.”

Laughing delightedly, Meryl wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her out of the kitchen and back upstairs.

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Blessed

Val pulled open the front door of the Dance With Me studio and let himself inside, kicking the snow off his boots and unzipping the top of his coat. He was an hour earlier than he needed to be, but he was hoping to find someone who was free for a quick lunch.

He waved hello to the girls at the front desk as he passed, eyes scanning the room for his dad or Alex or Nicole. Today was a rare occasion when the entire DWM senior staff was in the same place, so they were all sitting down for a planning meeting this afternoon before their varied schedules flung them across the country again.

Val spotted his father through the glass door of his office and was surprised to see his brother standing there as well. He knew Maks was coming in from Michigan for a few days but he didn’t expect to see him until the meeting.  As Val made his way over to the office, he saw his father break into a wide smile at something Maks had said, then stand up and pull his elder son into a tight hug. Val reached the office door and pulled it open.

“Why is there hugging? And why am I not included?” he asked, narrowing his eyes slightly but smiling at the same time.

Taking a step back, Sasha merely shook his head and gestured to Maks that he should fill in his brother.

“Hello to you, too, first of all,” Maks said wryly to his brother.

“Yeah, yeah, welcome back,” said Val, waiving a dismissive hand. “What’s going on?”

“Well,” said Maks slowly, somewhat enjoying his brother’s impatience, “I was just telling Papa here that I’m going to propose to Meryl.”

Val stared for a half second before launching himself at his big brother, throwing his arms around Maks in a tight hug of his own. Maks chuckled quietly and returned the hug.

“This is so great, man!” said Val, slightly muffled against Maks’ shoulder. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” said Maks, patting Val on the back as they pulled back from their hug. “I’m glad everyone thinks this is a good idea.”

“Are you kidding?” Val said, somewhat incredulously. He grabbed Maks’ shoulders, forcing his brother to look at him. “That is a hell of a woman you’ve got there. And I’ve never seen you happier. Don’t let her get away.”

Maks shook his head, smiling. “I don’t plan to.” He clapped Val on the shoulder again as he looked over at their dad. “But, thank you, both, for the vote of confidence.”

Sasha stepped towards his sons again, placing a hand on each. “My boys,” he said seriously, but smiling at both in turn. “In my life, all I have ever wanted was for you two to be happy. I know it hasn’t always been easy, but you have worked hard, you’ve found success, and you have friends and family who love you. You have made me a very proud father, and we are, all of us, truly blessed.”

“Thanks, Papa,” said both Maks and Val, their emotions creeping in to their voices, before all of them pulled together in a three-person hug.

Val pulled away first. “Wait a minute,” he said, looking concernedly at Maks. “Are you going to tell Mama? You know she can’t keep a secret.”

Sasha shook his head. “If your mother finds out that I knew about his ahead of time and didn’t tell her?” He threw his hands up. “I’m not dealing with that.”

Maks laughed. “I will tell her tonight at dinner. She’s not going to see or speak to Meryl before it happens, so it should be okay.”

“Why,” asked Val. “When are you going to do it?”

“Wednesday,” said Maks.

“Wednesday?” repeated Val. “Kinda random, isn’t it?”

“Nope,” said Maks simply. “Have you had lunch yet? We were going to head down to the deli.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” said Val distractedly, still puzzling over the significance of Wednesday.

Grabbing his coat, Sasha held the office door open for the others. “Think about what you’re going to be doing next week, Val. You’ll figure it out.”

Comprehension dawning, Val turned to his brother with an understanding smile. “Ah, gotcha. Wednesday. I like it.”

Maks rolled his eyes. “I’m so relieved.” Ushering his brother from the office, he said “C’mon, lunch is on me. Let’s go.”

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Blessing

Maks arrived at the arena just as Meryl and Charlie were finishing their last run-through. He usually tried to get there a little bit early so he could see her skate, always marvelling at the graceful way she flew around the ice. He hung back in the shadowed corner by the door as the pair finished a complicated spin and hit their ending pose. Sharing a smile and a high five, they skated towards the door, their practice finished for the day.

As she put her skate guards on, Meryl caught sight of Maks and she grinned. Maks had come to Michigan for Christmas and never left. Sure, he had to go back to New York a few days here and there for business, and in a few weeks he would start commuting to LA on Mondays for the show, but otherwise he was here with her. They hadn't really discussed it, but like everything else they did, it just seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

Whenever he could, he drove her to school or skating practice, occupying himself during the day with his own work or with preparing elaborate dinners for them. He would pick her up in the afternoon and take her home. They would eat dinner together, discussing their days and the news, her classes and his businesses, their plans for next year, anything and everything. The nights were spent wrapped in each others’ arms, sheltered from the cold mid-western winter.

Meryl gave Maks a quick kiss as she passed on her way to the change room, promising to be quick. He watched her walk away, and as soon as she disappeared through the door, he turned his attention to Charlie who was just getting off the ice.

"Hey Charlie," said Maks, trying not to draw too much attention to himself. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure," replied Charlie, slipping on his skate guards and following Maks to the hallway from where he'd been watching them skate. "What's up?"

Maks paused, unsure how to start. He decided to jump right in, both because it was easier, and because he needed to finish this conversation before Meryl came back.

"I'm going to ask Meryl to marry me," Maks said, the words coming out in a bit of a rush.

Charlie's face lit up. He wasn't surprised by this news - after all, he'd had front row seats to watch the two of them fall in love all last year. "That's amazing!" he exclaimed, careful to keep his voice down, conscious of the other skaters around them.

"Yeah?" said Maks, still with a note of hesitancy in his voice.

"Yeah," said Charlie. "She'll definitely say yes."

Maks smiled, as he always did at any mention of Meryl. He took a deep breath and continued talking.

"The reason I wanted to tell you this is because you're her best friend, and her partner, and you've both been the most important person to each other for such a long time. And I'm not, you know, asking for your permission or anything, but I would like your blessing."

Charlie smiled even wider. "Are you kidding me? Of course!" he said as Maks seemed to relax slightly. "She loves you, she really does. I've never seen her happier than in this last year, and that's all to you. You've really brought out the very best version of her." Charlie paused, putting a hand on Maks' shoulder. "I'm so happy, for both of you. Please marry Meryl, and the two of you go live happily ever after."

Maks laughed at this and pulled Charlie in to a brief hug. "Thanks man. This really means a lot to me."

"Happy I could help," said Charlie, giving Maks a pat on the back before stepping away, still unable to wipe the grin from his face.

Meryl returned from the change room at that moment, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at the pair of them. "Did I miss something?" she asked, looking from Charlie's goofy smile to Maks' suddenly innocent face.

"Nope," said Maks, reaching for her hand. "Just talking about Charlie's wedding plans."

Meryl rolled her eyes slightly, entwining her fingers with his. "You do love a good wedding, don't you."

"I do indeed," he said, smiling down at her. "Anyway, dinner awaits. See you tomorrow, Charlie."

"Bye guys!" Charlie called, heading towards the change room, still smiling to himself.

Meryl gave him one last, skeptical glance, before allowing Maks to lead her out the door.

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After The Show

The first show was over. The dances performed, the scores announced, the interviews given, and the lights turned off. Meryl had had an absolute blast. She had agreed to Dancing With The Stars because she wanted to do something fun after the demands of the Olympics, and all her expectations had been completely surpassed. Her fellow contestants, the pros and crew, the costumes, the dances, and Maks - maybe especially Maks - were better than she could have imagined. She couldn't wait to see what the next weeks would bring.

The cast and crew had assembled for a rowdy after party at a nearby club that the studio had booked for them. After only half an hour of too loud music and questionable food, Maks and Val had scooped her out of the crowd to shepherd her away to the "better after party". This turned out to be dinner with Tony, Henry, Artem, Danica, and Jenna at a lively Mexican restaurant, complete with mariachi band and abundant margaritas.

As the evening wore on, Meryl found herself gravitating to Maks, sitting together, dancing together, eventually resting her head on his broad shoulder as her fatigue caught up with her.

“Did we finally wear out the great Meryl Davis?" he teased, pressing a kiss into her hair.

"Looks like it", she said, turning her head to look up at him. "I thought the time change was supposed to work in my favour."

"Time change maybe, but the 15 hours on set today, not so much," he pointed out. "Can I give you a ride home?"

"Sure," she said, smiling up at him.

They paid their bills and said their good-byes to everyone. Maks led her out of the restaurant and to his car, holding her door open for her while she got in. The ride passed in comfortable silence. Meryl watched the dark and unfamiliar city pass by, her thoughts turning to the man sitting next to her.

Meryl knew from watching the show, and from Maks' own admission, that he was a very dedicated partner. She was his focus and priority for as long as they were on the show. They had hit it off the second they met and their enjoyment of their time spent together only increased with every rehearsal. Meryl already counted Maks as one of her very best friends, and she hoped he thought as much of her.

But the attraction between them was undeniably growing. Meryl found herself missing his touch after practice. She was distracted by the rippling muscles in his bare arms when they rehearsed. Her mind had started wandering to thoroughly inappropriate places in the few quiet moments she had to herself. She was sure he felt same. He had always been very affectionate and tactile, but his attentions, his touches, his innocent kisses had been increasing of late. Not that she minded in the least, but she wondered how far they should let this go.

Maks pulled up to her apartment building and parked in the visitor’s spot. Jumping out, he hurried over to her side to open her door again. Meryl had rolled her eyes the first time he insisted on getting her door, but was secretly delighted. Maks was a true gentleman and she loved the doting attention.

Meryl stepped out of the car and took his offered hand. She led him into the building, up the one flight of stairs, and down the hall. Stopping in front of her door, she turned to face him.

“Well, thank you for the ride,” she said to him, smiling widely. “And for dinner. And the show. And for looking after me all day. I really had an amazing time.”

“Good,” he said, wrapping his strong arms around her and pulling her into a tight hug, which she returned. “I really want you to enjoy your time here.”

She smiled into his chest, savouring the moment and the feel of him so close. She felt him shift and she lifted her face to look at his.

Their eyes held each others’ and Maks lifted a hand to brush a few stray hairs away from her face. A moment passed, both of them hesitating. Then Maks lowered his lips to hers.

The kiss was soft, gentle, even tentative. Meryl raised herself up on her tip toes to press herself a little closer to Maks, one hand sliding into his short hair. Maks’ hand splayed across her back as the kiss slowly deepened. Lips parted and tongues sought out carefully as both of them gave in to the desire that had been building for the last three weeks.

Eventually, they broke apart, their eyes meeting again as they tried to steady their breathing. Meryl broke the silence first with the question she knew was on both of their minds.

“Is this a good idea?” she whispered to him.

“I...maybe?” he replied, his voice low and husky. “I don’t know.”

They stood gazing at each other for a few moments more before Meryl took his hand and reached for her door.

“Come inside,” she said, smiling softly. “We’ll figure this out.”

She unlocked her door and led him inside. She had left the windows open and a warm night breeze drifted in along with some old jazz music from somewhere across the courtyard.  She led Maks to the couch and they sat down next to each other, hand still entwined.

She took a deep breath. “Charlie and I have a saying. Not just us, actually, a lot of skaters say this. But it’s ‘No big decisions until after the show’. It means, don’t make any big important decisions until after you’ve finished the thing, the next goal, the big competition, that you are working towards. If you’re going to be able to do either properly, you need to focus on one thing at a time. Especially if either, or both, are important.”

Maks nodded quietly, understanding her meaning right away, but wanting her to keep talking. His thumb stroked the back of her hand.

“For example – and you can’t repeat this – but Charlie has been planning to propose to Tanith for months. He didn’t want to do it until after the Olympics because we were so focused on that, and he wanted to ask her once he was really able to dedicate his time and himself to her.”

Meryl paused, wondering how much of her own story she should tell. Holding Maks’ gaze for a moment, she decided on complete honesty.

“I had a boyfriend for the last two years and things had really fallen apart after last Christmas. But, even though I knew, rationally, that we were over, I didn’t end things until I came home from Sochi. Maybe it was a bit...cowardly...but I just didn’t want to deal with that change, that upheaval, until after.”

Maks lifted their joined hands and pressed a kiss to the back of hers. “Not cowardly, dedicated,” he corrected her, with a small smile. “End result, remember?”

Meryl laughed quietly. “My point is, I think you and I, this, whatever is going on here, is important. And it’s a decision that deserves to wait.”

Maks gave her hand a squeeze. “I agree completely,” he said, a hint of emotion in his voice. “And I am so glad you are so much more articulate than I am.”

She laughed again, her nervousness at his reaction leaving her. She relaxed her posture slightly, leaning into him.

“Look,” he continued, “Dancing With The Stars is a circus, at the best of times. Dancing With The Stars on top of Stars on Ice, I can’t even image how crazy things are going to be. It’s going to be a total physical and emotional roller coaster for the next two months, with absolutely everybody watching.”

He paused and took a hold of her other hand as well, looking at their tangled fingers. “You are the best thing to come in to my life in very long time. I think, maybe, that this could be something really, really special. Something for keeps.” His eyes met hers again, and she could see all his emotions there, the hope, the worry, and even the love. “There’s no way we can figure this – us – out until the show is over and we get back to normal life. Hopefully we will fit, somehow, into each other’s normal life.”

She smiled at him again, feeling in herself all the same emotions she had seen shining in his eyes. “So we’re agreed then. We’ll do this show, give it everything we’ve got, and we’ll build on this friendship and this relationship and this great chemistry, and just really enjoy ourselves. But, we won’t cross that line until after the show.”

“Agreed,” said Maks, shaking her hand with his as though they had just struck some kind of business deal. She giggled, and he pulled her into another hug. They stayed like that for a few moments, letting their conversation sink in.

Maks cleared his throat. “Just to be completely clear, where exactly are we drawing that line”.

Meryl pulled back just enough to look at him. This was a very good point.  “Um...no kissing?”

“No kissing on the lips?”

“Yeah.”

Maks sighed dramatically. “Fine,” he said with a sly smile. “I’ll do my best.”

Meryl giggled. “I have faith in you.”

“Well that makes one of us,” he said. “I take it everything beyond kissing is also out of the question.”

Meryl just rolled her eyes and shook her head, playfully swatting at his arm.

“What? You’re telling me you haven’t even thought about it?” he asked, his voice deepening.

She blushed, but held his gaze. “Maybe a little.”

“Just a little?”

She grinned in reply, shrugging one shoulder. “Do you think about it?”

“Uh, yes,” he said, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. “God help us if we get the rumba this year.”

She laughed and rolled her eyes again. Standing from the couch, he pulled her hands to bring her up with him. Putting one hand on her lower back, he brought them in to a close dance hold.

“I assume dancing is okay,” he whispered, resting his cheek against hers, as they began to sway to the music wafting through the open window.

“Dancing is everything,” she whispered back, closing her eyes as they moved together, enjoying this evening together and looking forward to the promise of many more.

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Photos

Maks shouldered open his front door, unceremoniously dropping his bags in the front hall. He was beat. A packed schedule, too much travelling, more time zone changes than he could keep track of, and inability to sleep on airplanes, had added up to his current exhausted state. He just wanted to sleep, maybe for a few days if he could get away with it. Turning towards the staircase, he took two steps before his stomach rumbled its own displeasure at the current situation. Sighing, he turned around and trudged to the kitchen, hoping Val had left something vaguely edible behind.

Finding a fresh carton of milk and half a leftover pizza in the fridge, Maks made a mental note to thank his brother when he returned from Florida. Not bothering with a plate or a glass, Maks sat down at the kitchen table and began to eat. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he scrolled through the dozens of emails and texts he had been flooded with once he had reconnected with the American cell network. Not seeing anything terribly urgent, he resolved to deal with the rest of them once he'd had some sleep.

He placed a quick phone call to his Dad, leaving a voicemail that he had returned safe and sound and would swing by Dance With Me studio the next afternoon to catch up. Picking up his third piece of pizza, he quickly browsed his Instagram, hoping a certain petite brunette had posted something new.

And there she was. Gorgeous as ever, in the tiniest black bikini, her smile was even more beautiful than the Hawaiian scenery behind her. Maks stared at the photo, taking in every detail, wishing he could have been the one to take that picture, wishing that smile was for him. Pouting slightly to himself at their continued separation, he switched over to his messenger app and began typing.

Back home at last. That new picture today was a welcome sight for weary eyes. Can’t wait to you see you again.  Love, M.

He hit send then flipped back to the photo for one last look. Tearing his eyes away from the girl he missed so dearly, he turned off his phone, cleaned up the remains of his snack, and left the kitchen.

Maks trudged up the stairs to his bedroom.  Discarding his sneakers, hat and shirt on the floor, he flopped down onto the mattress, eyes already closed by the time his head hit the pillow. His mind was quickly drifting off, filled with thoughts of sunny beaches and better company, when his phone rang.

Groaning loudly, he fished the device out of his pocket, cursing whoever needed to call him at this exact moment.  When he saw the caller ID, his anger vanished, replaced by a wide grin.

“Well hello, beautiful,” he said, his new happiness evident in his voice.  

“Hello to you too,” she replied, her smile just as obvious. “Welcome home.”

“Thanks,” he replied. “How’s Hawaii today?”

“Beautiful as always. We’re just about to head down to the beach together. Gotta make the most of our last day.”

“Mmm...be sure to take some more pictures for me,” he mumbled, he face still pressed into his pillow.

“You like the bikinis, do you?”

“I like you in the bikinis,” he corrected. “I’m still disappointed I missed all the fun.”

She giggled. “Well, I’m coming to New York next week, and I will bring all my bikinis with me.”

“Good,” he said. “I look forward to peeling each and every one from your body.”

Smiling wider than she had all week, she replied, “I’m looking forward to that, too.”

Maks smiled into the phone, already feeling much more contented and relaxed for this small bit of contact with her. He could feel his fatigue catching up with him, but didn’t want to let her go just yet.

“Anyway,” she said, “you sound exhausted. I’ll let you go so you can get some much deserved sleep”.

He sighed, loving how well she could read him. “Alright. Have a good flight tomorrow.”

“I will. Get some rest, and I’ll see you in three days.”

He grinned. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

He turned off his phone and tossed it aside, her happy words following him into his sleep.

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In The Dark

Maks' eyes found her easily on the dance floor, laughing and swaying between Jenna and Nicole. That she had so easily taken to his family, and they to her, made him both delighted and proud. Never had someone slotted in to his life so quickly, so seamlessly, and he knew this was something to hold on to.

Speaking of holding on...

Maks' fingers itched to touch her again. So rarely more than an arm’s reach from each other, he'd grown accustomed to the near constant contact. An arm around a waist, a hand holding a hand, a gentle stroke of a thumb on soft skin. The second it was gone, he missed it. Setting his empty glass down on the table, he swerved through the crowded club toward her.

Coming up behind the girls, he let his hands slowly glide up her bare arms. She responded immediately, leaning back into his chest and continuing to move to the loud beat of the music. Placing a quick kiss on her cheek he spoke huskily into her ear.

"Having fun?"

An easy grin spreading across her face, she turned in his arms and wrapped her hands behind his neck, his strong arms encircling her tiny frame.

"Mmm hmmm" she murmured, raising herself on tip toes. "This fam of yours sure knows how to party".

"Work hard, play hard, that's how we roll," he replied, leaning his head down to be even closer to hers. His hand played absently with the ends of her long hair. The longer he stood here, holding her, swaying together to the music, surrounded on all sides by joyous dancers and his closest friends, the more he wanted to whisk her out of here for a more private party.

"On a scale of one to Val, how drunk are you right now?" he asked.

She laughed, a beautiful and delighted sound, as she tilted her head around to check his brother's whereabouts. Val was easy to find, standing at the bar with Teddy, loudly bragging to some unsuspecting bystander that his big brother finally won the mirror ball trophy.

"I think he's proud of you," Meryl said, a note of pride in her own voice. "And I'm certainly not that drunk".

"Good," said Maks, bending his head even lower to nuzzle under her ear.

"Why?" asked Meryl slyly "Did you have something else in mind?"

Maks' hand slid slowly down her back, coming to rest on her ass and holding her tight against him. Dragging his lips back to hers, he placed the slightest, whisper of a kiss there, all while keeping his eyes locked to hers. She could feel his heart beat through his chest and the stirrings of his arousal against her belly.

Sliding her fingers into his hair, she pulled his ear down to her lips.

"Take me home."

Taking her hand in his, he grabbed their coats, waved a quick goodbye to the girls, before leading her towards the door. An exuberant call of "Fam over everything!" followed them on their way out.

---

The cab ride back to their hotel, while short, seemed to Maks to take forever. Desire and anticipation raged through him and he frankly couldn't care less if the cabby got an eyeful this evening. Meryl, calm and collected as always, was half-heartedly trying to keep a lid on things. She playfully swatted his roaming hands and held his kisses to already visible parts of her body. Maks would have added 'self restraint' to the long list of things about her that impressed him, if he could have marshalled his thoughts away from such things as the softness of her skin or the scent of her hair.

"You are incredible," he whispered in her ear, his hand trailing over her knee and slowly up her leg, passing under the hem of her skirt.

She stilled his hand with hers, entwining their fingers and lifting her gaze to his with an arched eyebrow.

"Maks..." she admonished in a low voice.

"What?" he growled softly, his lips grazing along her jaw line.

"We're here," she answered, already disentangling herself from him and reaching for the door.

Maks blinked and gave his head a shake, trying to collect himself. Discretely adjusting the front of his pants, he paid the cab driver and quickly followed Meryl out of the car and through the hotel doors.

In an attempt to maintain propriety through the very public hotel lobby, Maks deliberately walked a few steps behind Meryl. This also meant he got to enjoy the view, her fitted black skirt clinging in all the right places, her shapely legs as hypnotizing as ever. She reached the elevators first and pressed the up button, turning to him to see him unabashedly checking her out. Raising an eyebrow again, she ran her own fingers through her hair, gathering the long tresses behind her head before letting them fall back over her shoulders.

Maks narrowed his eyes at her slightly. He loved playing with her hair and she knew it. Closing the gap between them, he lifted one hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, letting the silky strands fall through his fingers. His fingers traced slowly down her neck and along her collar bone, slowly trailing lower and lower. Just as his hand reached the edge of her shirt, the elevator chime interrupted.

Smirking slightly, Meryl pulled back from him and walked into the elevator, pushing the button for her floor before leaning casually against the back wall, arms resting on the rail on either side of her, and fixing her inviting gaze firmly on Maks. He followed, stopping just inches in front of her. Breathing deeply, he took in the scent of her, distinctive and intoxicating, and only further fuelling his desire for her.

They stood there together, eyes locked, bodies still, until the elevator door finally slid shut.

In an instant, his mouth was on hers. Lips and tongues devoured each other while arms pulled tight and hands gripped desperately at clothing. Maks couldn't get enough of her, of this. She was water and he was dying of thirst. Meryl pushed forward, turning them and pushing his back into the mirrored wall, attacking his mouth with as much enthusiasm as him.

Spreading his legs slightly and bending his knees, Maks' hands found the backs of her thighs. His large warm hands gently squeezed the soft flesh before dragging themselves upward. This time, Meryl let his hands wander. His hands groped higher, pushing her skirt out of the way before finding their way to her lace-clad backside. Maks groaned quietly into her mouth as his hands kneaded her ass, pulling her ever closer into his own body. Vaguely, in the back of his mind, he thought he heard the elevator chime again.

And suddenly, she was gone. The abrupt loss of contact startled him but his mind was too clouded by arousal to immediately understand what had happened. Looking around the elevator, he realized they had arrived at their floor, and Meryl was already sauntering out the door towards her room.

Tease.

Standing up straight and giving his head another shake, he followed her out the door and down the hall. He caught up with her just as she slid her key card in the lock. Bracing an arm on either side of the door frame, he leaned in to her, lips immediately finding their way to her neck, his kisses somewhat less gentle than before. As she opened the hotel room door, she turned toward him, grabbed a fistful of his shirt in her free hand, and pulled him with her in to the room.

The door shut itself behind them and Meryl pushed Maks back up against it. Her small, strong hand let go of his shirt and slowly trailed down his front, feeling his muscles tense underneath her touch. Reaching the hem of his shirt, her hand slid underneath and retraced its path back up.

Taking one step towards him, her other hand joined in, fingers splaying across his warm, smooth chest. Maks' fingers were itching to touch her again, but something about her, here, in this dark room, teasing and taunting him, kept him still.

Her hands slid higher, smoothing over his broad shoulders then pushing his black shirt up over his head. As the soft fabric fell to the floor beside them, her hand returned to his chest, fingertips tracing the same path down his abs before tucking in to the front of his pants.

She idly fingered his belt buckle for a moment before letting go and taking a step back. Again, the loss of contact was sudden and jarring to Maks who wasn't entirely sure why he hadn't touched her since they got to the room. Somehow, with only the briefest of touches and sideways glances, she had taken control of this, of them. He was intrigued and aroused by this new found dominance. He stood shirtless in the dark, senses alert, waiting for her next instruction.

"Take them off," came her low voice from the darkness.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips and his fingers immediately set to work, unlatching his belt and undoing his jeans before pushing them down his legs to the floor. He toed off his shoes and kicked them and his pants to the side.

A lone finger returned to his navel and followed the now familiar path south, stopping when it met the elastic waist band of his boxers.

"These too."

Maks made quick work of the shorts which joined the rest of his clothes in a heap on the carpet. Completely naked, and completely aroused, he waited.

He still couldn't see her, the room was too dark for his eyes to adjust. His senses strained for a sound, a touch, any clue to what she was up to. A soft rustling of fabric, the gliding of silk over equally soft skin, and the unmistakable sound of a zipper, informed him that she had discarded her clothes too. The thought of them both standing, naked, inches apart, but still not touching, wound him up even more.

A heartbeat passed. He sensed her move but couldn't tell where.

Suddenly, her hands were on his hips and her tongue was on his cock. His eyes rolled back and his head thudded against the door behind him. He had never been so turned on in his life. Meryl. His Meryl. Princess Meryl. Sweet, darling, perfect Meryl had him in her beautiful mouth and it was the most mind-blowingly erotic thing ever to happen to him. His fingers threaded into her hair as she engulfed him, teasing, sucking, taking him deeper before pulling back to flick her tongue over the end of him. His knees buckled as the pleasure of it all overwhelmed him. Her fingers gripped tighter into his hips and he steadied, mustering some scrap of concentration to stay standing.

A deep groan escaped his lips as her mouth surrounded him again. Steady, deliberate, and talented motions and attentions in all the right places were quickly pushing him to the edge. His subconscious managed to kick aside his animal brain just long enough for him to realize he needed to intervene before she pushed him too far.

"Babe," he whispered in a strangled voice. His hand reached down and stroked the side of her face. "Babe, please. Not yet."

She stilled for a moment but didn't let him go. He thought for a second she would refuse, determined to finish him before he even made it into the room. With one final flick of her tongue, she released him slowly. He could feel the hint of a satisfied smile against his palm. Gracefully, she stood up again, her hands finding the hard planes of his chest.

"Maks..." she whispered, standing on tip toe, her lips so close to his he could feel her warm breath on his skin.

"Yeah?"

"Ravage me."

---

Any self restraint he had left abandoned him in that instant. Crushing his mouth to hers, his strong arms picked her up while immediately moving them towards the bed. Her legs wrapped around his waist, trapping his arousal between them. She kissed him back with equal ferocity, tongues duelling, fingers clutching in his short hair. His shins bumped in to the edge of the mattress and he bent over to lay her on the bed.

He kissed a fevered path down her body, lavishing attention to her neck, her breasts, her navel, before reaching his destination. His hands gripped her slender hips and pulled her right to the edge of the bed, then slid over to the inside of her thighs to spread her legs apart. His mouth continued its campaign of adoration, first on her clit, then dragging his tongue along her warm, wet opening.

A soft groan escaped her lips and it was music to his ears. He wanted more of it, more of her, louder and unrestrained. His tongue returned its ministrations to her clit, recalling the teasing, flicking motions her tongue had made on him only minutes before. One hand still gripped her thigh while the other plunged two fingers into her hot core. An even louder groan came from her this time, and he crooked his fingers inside her to hit that most sensitive spot.

Her fingers raked through his hair, alternatively stroking and gripping as his attentions drove her closer to that blissful edge. Her slender legs draped over his broad shoulders and her heels dug into his back, pulling him closer to her, demanding more. Maks grinned against her, increasing the pressure of his tongue and adding a third finger to the others already deep inside her.

He could feel her winding up, getting close. Another stroke of skilled fingers, one last flick of his tongue and she broke around him, shuddering, grasping, a soft cry of release and satisfaction filling the dark room.  Maks pressed kisses to the soft skin of her inner thigh while his fingers felt her continued aftershocks. He loved watching her in these moments, sated and spent, half delirious with the pleasure he had brought her.

Slowly he slid his fingers from her, a soft protest escaping her lips at the loss. He stood in front of her splayed body, hands gripping her thighs once more. Without preamble, he drove his aching cock into her, filling her to the hilt, her cry of pleasure only arousing him more. Holding their hips still, he reached one hand forward to slowly trail from her throat, down her centre, to the place where they were joined. He heard her exhale, a soft, contented, familiar sigh, and he leant forward to meet her lips with his. Their kiss was slow and deep, both savouring the feeling of being reunited after so many hectic days with no time for themselves. Pulling back slightly, Maks pressed one last kiss to her lips, then to her neck, before standing up again.

He slid slowly from her warmth while his strong hands encircled her waist, effortless lifting her to move her higher up the bed. Maks crawled up the length of her, his large frame looming over hers.  Finding her centre again, he slid inside once more, this time finding an easy rhythm as their bodies reunited over and over again.

Meryl's hands found their way to his face, rubbing her palms against his rough stubble. Pulling his mouth back to hers, their tongues toyed again, mimicking the rhythm of their bodies. She lifted her knees to her chest, letting him reach even deeper insider her. Maks groaned into her mouth. Leaving one hand to brace himself over her, his other hand found her leg, lifting it higher yet, letting his cheek caress the impossibly smooth skin.

Their pace sped up. Maks thrust deeper and harder into her and she responded with equal enthusiasm, finally hooking both legs over his shoulders. He buried his face in her neck, nearly overwhelmed by the feeling of her so completely surrounding him. His hand left her leg to find her clit, stroking her, coaxing her, until he felt her orgasm slam into her once more. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her whole body trembled with renewed pleasure, delighted sounds of ecstasy whispered straight into his ear.

The feel of her, the sound of her, the smell and taste and overwhelming pleasure of her pushed Maks over the edge. With one final powerful thrust he exploded into her. His whole body shook as his mouth crashed into hers, grasping on to her in every way her could. They stayed locked together, riding out their waves of ecstasy, whispering words of love against each others' lips. Gradually, the blissful tremors subsided, legs untangled from each other, and Maks slid from inside of her.

Rolling on to his back beside her, he pulled Meryl’s tiny figure with him and she pressed her body against his. Their lips met again, this time for slow, languid kisses while hands glided over flushed and sweaty skin.

"That was amazing" he said, his voice even lower and huskier than normal. "You are amazing".

"We are amazing," came her soft reply, her smile evident in her voice.

"Yes we are" he grinned back, gently holding her chin and pulling her in for a soft, sweet kiss. When their lips parted, he pressed his forehead to hers, savouring the feelings of love and contentment between them.

Placing one last kiss on the tip of his nose, Meryl cuddled up into his chest. He pulled the dislodged blankets up over them and wrapped his arms around her, already halfway to sleep. Before he nodded off, he whispered to the darkness.

"I love you."

He felt her smile against his skin and her hand found his.

"I love you more," she whispered back.

 Entwined and smiling, they feel asleep together.