I Want You - By Liz

[Annie]

Chapter 1.

Looking out across the ocean, Anastasia pushed her hair out of her face which was being blown around by the cool sea breeze. She pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them tight as she tried to retain what body warmth she had. Gazing out at the horizon she sighed as the sun began to set, explosions of pinks and oranges filling up the early evening sky. Looking at her watch, Anastasia got up from the sand and made her way back to her car. She didn't want to be late for another one of her fathers opulent parties. She didn't like them much. Having to walk around with a fake smile plastered on her face while seedy rich men who had to much money for their own good chatted her up, before she had to remind them that she was indeed their good friends daughter. She took one last look at the ocean before getting into her car and driving on home.



The sleek black limo drove through the streets of her home town. Russian born, Anastasia had lived in Monte Carlo for most of her life. Pullng the mirror down from the roof, she took a good look at herself. Perfectly straight , dark brown hair, which fell down just past her shoulders, deep green eyes which she had inherited from her father and an amazing tan which people would spend hours in the solarium for. Growing up she knew no better, always having everything she wanted, the best of the best, and being an only child, she always had her parents undivided attention. Dripping with diamonds, it almost made her sick to look at herself. It wasn't that Anastasia was ungratefull for what she had, she was far from it, but sometimes she wished that she could just be...'normal'. Of course, another party ment a new dress. New to her collection was a strapless black number from Prada which fitted her skinny but well tonned body perfectly.



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Staring at her Baileys, the quiet music seemed distant, as she lost her concentration, Anastasia sighed and took a sip. She looked around, surveying the hundreds of people that surrounded her. It was hot and stuffy and the smoke that clouded up the room was beginning to choke her. Downing her drink she made her way across the room to the large terrace which over looked the bay. The lights of Monte Carlo had always fascinated her, ever since she was a little girl. Feeling the presence of someone behind her, Anastasia turned around to find a young man about her age talking on his mobile phone. He was tall, well built, with brown hair that was short and fuzzy. They caught each others eye as he glanced out across the city lights and she smiled slighlty at him as she walked away to give him some privacy. He smiled and nodded back as she walked inside see her father signalling for her to come over. By the looks of it he had someone new for her to meet. She rolled her eyes, fixed her dress and made her way over to her father and the other gentleman.



Once again Anastasia found herself in another boring conversation. Tennis, it didn't intrest her much. The only connection she had with it was the fact that her father was the owner of the Monte Carlo Country Club. It was that time of year again, the next two weeks for her would be tennis, tennis, tennis, as the ATP tour had rolled into town. She noticed one of the men eyeing her up and down before winking at her. He was old enough to be her dad. She groned in disgust and turned to her father.

"Daddy I think I see Bella, Im going to go and say hi" she lied as her father nodded

"Nice meeting you two" she continued as she walked off



She arrived at the bar, where she had found herself earlier that night and ordered another drink. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a famliar face.

"Bella" she whipsered smiling to herself.

Making her way up behind him she placed her hands over his eyes. He jumped at her touch and she laughed.

'Guess who" she said in his ear mischeiviously

"Ohh I hate it when people do this to me" he complained

She laughed again. Uncovering her hands from his eyes he turned around to see who it was.

"Ohh my god!" he exclaimed, getting Anastasia in a bear hug and spinning her around.

"Uhh Bella... you can put me down now" Anastasia said getting dizzy

Hearing small laughs Anastasia noticed for the first time the guys Bella was standing with. Bella's face went red.

"Maaan why you gotta call me that all the time?" he whined

All she did was laugh

"Im sorry JC, is that better?" she said poking her tounge out

"Guys, meet Anastasia, her dad owns the country club" JC said

"Thats Andy" he said pointing to one of the guys

"And I'm James" the other one said extending his hand

"Nice to meet you boys" Anastasia said, her smile growing

For once there were people her age. Good looking guys at that, she thought to her self.

"So tell me..Why do you call JC 'Bella'?" Andy questioned

"No reason" she replied with a devilish grin on her face

"If you say anything I will hunt you down and have you for dinner" JC said looking embarrassed

"Do you really think I'd say anything?" Anastasia said ruffling his hair

"Yes" JC replied simply.

"I love you to Bella" she said sarcastically

"So boys, when do you start playing?" she asked

"Tuesday" James replied, taking a sip of his beer

"Cut the crap, girl, I know you don't care for tennis" JC said laughing

She hit him playfully and the guys laughed.



Anastasia's attention was drawn away from the group as she saw the guy from the balcony walk past and talk to her father.

"I should have stayed with dad" she mumbled to her self

Yawning as she turned around, she saw the boys smiling at her and she laughed questioningly

"What?" she asked

"Nothing..." JC said with a cheesy grin on his face

"So Anastasia" James said changing the subject

"What is it that you do?" he asked

"Im a masseuse" she replied, JC just shook his head

"Really? What do you specialise in?" Andy asked

"Butt massages" she said, keeping a straight face

James choaked on his drink and wiped the dribble from his mouth.

"Excuse me?!" he exclaimed

By this time JC was in stiches which had Anastasia in fits of giggles too.

Andy, catching on realise she was kidding and laughed.

"Im sorry, I couldn't resist" Anastasia said

"I am a dancer..for now anyways." she continued, composing her self.



Looking at her watch, she saw that it was past midnight.

"Guys, I'm going to have to leave you, I have to be up at 10, I have dancing all day tomorrow for a showcase on Sunday night." Anastasia informed them

"How many dances are you doing this time?" JC asked intrigued

"4 solo's and a duo with Paris"

"My my, are you that good?" asked Andy

"She's not good, they just feel sorry for her, so they give her more dances to do so she feels special" JC said laughing.

He copped a elbow in the gut for that one

"Bub, why you gotta be so rough?" he asked keeling over

"You deserved it, maybe I should have gotten you up to do a duo with me? We could have performed Swan Lake" Anastasia froze as she realised what she just said

James and Andy burst into laughter and JC looked like he could kill her.

"With that I will be leaving, It was nice meeting you boys and Im sure I'll see you around in the next week" she said hurridly as she walked backwards

"You are so dead" JC called out as she walked away as fast as she could

"What are you boys doing tomorrow?" JC asked as his face returned to its normal colour

"Nothing" the both said in unusion

"Excellent, we are going on a little excursion" he said almost evily, looking towards Anastasia as she walked down the stairs, giving them a wave before she dissapeared

[Annie]

Chapter 2



JC and his entourage walked into the foyer of the hall. They could hear loud music in the distance and made their way towards it. Opening a door, they were blasted by the sounds of Anastasia's favourite song.

"Trust JC" said laughing

As they made their way through the theater to the front of the stage, all eyes were trained on the figure spinning around the stage. She seemed to be putting little effort into the dance but her moves were being executed perfectly.

The 3 boys sat in awe, along with the other member who they had dragged along with them. The new addition to the group watched Anastasia intenly, the look on her face was concentraded but carefree at the same time. She looked familiar but he couldnt remember where he had seen her. Locked in a trance the music seemed to fade out and the background blurred as his eyes focused on her and only her, as he continued to watch her, the look on her face sadened and her concentration faded away. Her movements became sloppy and it looked as if she couldn't be bothered any more. His trance was broken when Anastasia dropped to the ground and curled into a ball. The boys stood up to go and see her but were held back by JC.

"Guys, don't, if she finds out we came she will kill us" he explained

"Why?" Andy asked looking back at Anastasia as a girl ran to her side

"Because she hates it when people come and watch her practice, thats why I brought you guys here, as pay back for last night" he continued, also looking back at her

Last night...thats where he knew her from. She was the girl from the terrace. A smiled played across the guys face but turned to a frown when he looked back at the stage.

JC looked over to see his friend looking at her.

"Marat...she will be fine, trust me ok" JC assured him

"Now I think its best that we leave" he said shoving them up the aisle.

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Anastasia woke and rubbed her eyes. Confused as to where she was, she rolled over and looked around. It was her bedroom. Not remembering how she got there, she looked at her hand saw it was convered in black. Stained from the tears. She remembered now. Rolling onto her back she stared at the ceiling. She sighed as she recalled the events of earlier on that afternoon. It had been 2 years but everytime Anastasia got up on stage she felt as if she could burst. Felt like a lost child. Wondering why it happened today she began to think about her mum again. She was the only reason Anastasia still did Ballet. To keep her memory alive. The smile on her mums face while she was up there on stage was enough to light any room. When she died, Anastasia's world shattered.

Anastasia got up and stretched as she made her way out onto the balcony of her room. She had to squint as her eyes adjusted to the afternoon sun. Looking out across the sea, often her place of solitude, she felt a warm tear run down her cheek. It reminded her of her mother. She could still hear her laughter being carried through the sea breeze, the way it could be so placid then wild, just like her mum. She didn't have a care in the world. Thats what her father loved about her. Thats what Anastasia loved about her.

Hearing her name being called from somewhere in her house, Anastasia took one last glance at the sea and made her way inside. It was her maid Maria who had been calling her.

"Miss Chasez, phone call for you" the petite Itallian woman said, handing her the phone

"Grazie"Anastasia smiled as she took the phone and walked out to the pool. The warm sun kissed her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine

"Hello?" she said sheilding her eyes and laying back in a pool chair

"Staize, how are you?" the familiar voice sang

"Bella, you just can't seem to leave me alone can you? I am fine though, how are you?" she said cheering up

"Yeah, not to bad" he replied

"How was your dancing?" he said, taking a deep breath, he knew exactly how it went, begging himself not to let it slip that he had been there.

"It was good, infact it was great" she lied, trying to cover up what had really happend.

"Alright cool, well I was just calling to see if you wanted to come out on the town with me and the boys tonight? You know, a drink fest before we have to start playing?" JC said laughing

"Aww hun, I'm sorry, I'd love to, but I have to dance tomorrow night, remember?" she said sighing, a night out was just what she needed

"Do you mind if I come and watch?" he asked excitedly

"I don't see anything wrong with it" she said smiling to herself, knowing he would be there while she was on stage made her fears for the following night go away.

Hearing the porch door open she saw her father walking out towards her.

"Hey beautiful, I have to go, Just tell an usher who you are tomorrow night ok? I will have saved seats for you, I spose you will be bringing people?" she said waving to her father

"Yeah, I probably will, see who I can drag along! Wouldn't want to bore anyone" he said, cracking up at his own joke

Anastasia laughed

"Alright, adios" she said hanging up the phone before he had a chance to say good bye. Something which he hated her doing.

"How was your day daddy?" she said turning to her father

Her dad gave her a kiss on the forhead, smiled and walked inside.

She laughed and lay back on the chair, closing her eyes as she let the heat afternoon sun bask over her body.

[Annie]

Chapter3



JC sat in silence, waiting, wondering what Anastasia had come up with this time. Not sure if she was going to be doing ballet or not, he looked around to the other guys, the usuals, to see if they were paying attention. Suprisingly enough, they were.

The cutrains opened and there stood Anastasia. Bent over, her baby pink tutu stood up in the air.

Feeling funny, she took a deep breath.

"Don't do it" she said to herself, refering to the episode from the day before. The music started and Anastasia launched into her dance. She looked out into the darkness infront of her, knowing her father and JC were out there, it made her feel better. Determind to put yesterday beind her, Anastasia put everything into the dance that she had. Knowing it would be the last time she would be doing ballet, the tears began to flow faster.

"Chasse pas de bourree, pirouette, grande battement" she mumbled to her self as she concentrated, listening to every beat of the music. The music had her captivated as she slipped in to a groove. Her feet went exactly where she had planned and her arms followed in a pattern of mystique and freedom. The audience sat in awe as the beatuy they were faced with delighted them with her dance.

The music ceased and she held her pose. Tears ran down her cheeks. Hearing the roar of the audience her smile grew and she began to laugh. Realising this would be the last time she would feel like this, her smiled faded, but she wasnt bothered. She curtsied before gracefully running off stage, only to be wrapped up in the arms of her best friend screaming in her ear.

"Hunny, you were beautiful" Paris gushed

"Now we have to get ready to do our duo" she continued cracking up into a fit of laughter as they walked towards the change room

Anastasia laughed, her spirits lifted for the first time in a while, she felt like she was ontop of the world, changing out of her tutu, she looked around for her costume.



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"JC is here, isn't he? Paris asked through her smile as the curtains opened

"Yup" Anastasia replied, bursting into laughter, soon to be joined by her friend

"He is going to love this" she said looking at Paris

The music started and both the girls snapped their heads towards the front, before beginning their dance.



Freezing in his seat, JC looked mortified, that is untill he fell into convulsions of laughter, having to grab his side to stop it from cramping up. The other guys looked at him as if he had gone insane. Louis, Anastasia's father let out a slight laugh and shook his head. Thinking back to last time he had seen the girls, it caused him to laugh harder. Coping a slap across the head from James, JC quietend down, but continued to giggle soflty to himself.



"So why was Anastasia's duo so incredibly hillarious?" Andy asked as the group of boys walked through the foyer of the theater.

"Drunken night, full of drunken dancing and drunken fun" JC replied simply, walking into a pole as he did so. The guys laughed at him as he rubbed his nose.

"Your killing me" Marat laughed, walking through the revolving door.

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Hailing a cab for his friends Marat said good bye as they left for their hotel, making his way down the street, it was a warm nightand he had decided to walk home. Staying in hotels all the time, it was nice to sleep in his own bed for once, even if it wasn't his home for most of the time. Lost in thought, he began to hum the song Anastasia had danced to earlier that night. Wondering how he could be so infatuated with someone he had never met, he stopped, running his hands over his face, letting a cry of fustration leave his mouth. Looking up he realised he wasn't far from home he could hear his bed calling him. Seeing her face flash into his head again, he groaned and began to think about the sleep in he would be having in the morning. Smiling as he opened his door, he slammed it shut and made his way upstairs, stripping down to his CK boxer breifs he slipped under the crisp white sheets and almost immediately fell asleep.

[Annie]

Chapter 4



** 1 month later **



Taking a sip from her bottle Anastasia wiped her face with a towel. Eager to get changed out of her sweaty outfit she pulled her bikini out of her bag and got changed. There was nothing better than a spa after a long work out at the gym.

"Wake me up before you go-go" Anastasia sung to herself as she walked down the hall clicking her fingers to the beat. She heard a snickering behind her. Turning round slowly, there stood Andy with a cheeky grin on his face.

"Nice robe" he said sarcastically, refering to her bright pink bath robe that covered her bathers.

She smiled sarcastically and walked towards him. Raising her eyebrow as she looked him up and down. Without warning, she had him in a head lock, ruffling his hair as he yelped, trying to free him self from her grasp, falling on his ass as he freed himself, she laughed evily at him.

"Your gone" he said getting up and pouncing at her.

To late, Anastasia was already half way down the hall, frolicing as she laughed, turning her head back to see how far behind her he was, she sped up as she rounded the corner. Feeling Andy's strong arms grab her from behind she screamed as they colided with another body. The three of them fell to the ground in a twisted heap

"My head" Anastasia groned as she pushed her self up off the stranger, pulling her hair out of her face she realied who she had crashed into. She smiled at him as Andy pulled her up. She remembered him, he was the one from the terrace back home. She continued to stare at him as Andy threw her over his shoulder and smacked her bum.

"Gotchya!" this time it was his turn to laugh evily

"Sorry bout that Marat, you ok dude?" Andy asked, noticing he was talking to a brick wall

Lost in a trance Marat shook his head as he realised he was being spoken to.

"Yeah I'm fine" he smiled, still looking at Anastasia

"I have to get going" he continued quickly, waving as he walked past Andy and an upside down Anastasia.

"Can you put me down you incompitent fool? What are you doing here anyway?" she laughed as he walked down the hall, with her still on his shoulder

"I could ask you the same thing, Im here for the French Open you retard" he replied playfully

"Paris and I came for a shopping trip" she said sighing, knowing he wasn't going to put her down anytime soon.

"Take me to JC, I will have my spa later" Anastasia demanded jokingly



There was a knock at the door and JC groaned.

"Not now" he mumbled to himself, gettin up from the couch. Opening the door he was faced with a cheerfull Andy.

"Andy why are you carying a rug around?" JC asked half asleep

"**** you bastard, Im not a rug" Anastasia yelled, kicking so Andy would let her down

"Make the bad man stop" she wailed, running behind JC so Andy couldn't torture her anymore. "Andy laughed, and slapped JC a high 5

"I gotta get going, I need a shower" Andy said sniffing around him

"Your damn right about that one" Anastasia replied, simrking

"See ya's round" he called out half way down the hall

Before JC had a chance to shut the door Anastasia had jumped on his back

"I missed yooooooouuuuu" she sung in his ear as he kicked the door shut, struggling to walk back to the sofa



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The music was so loud Marat could hardly hear him self think. He grabbed him self a drink and went in search of someone he knew. He looked around, Andy was chatting up a tall blonde, Stunning, Marat thought. He'd ask him about her later. As he observed his surroundings, his eyes met with the most amazing pair of crystal green eyes he had ever seen. Her intense stare had him locked in a trance, she motioned for him to come over. Her stare pulled him through the masses of people. He was in her world now. But with one blink, she was gone Marat bolted up in bed. Breaking out in a cold sweat, his heart was racing at a million miles an hour. It was just a dream. A re-occuring one. He knew exactly who the girl was and it was driving him crazy. Seeing her yesterday had brought all his thoughts back. He ran his long masculine but boyish hands over his face and through his near non existant hair in an attempt to wake himself up. Looking over at his clock he noticed he had to be at the tennis courts in just over an hour. He stood up and stretched before padding into the bathroom to have a shower.



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JC had managed to convince Anastasia and Paris to attend his game that day. Walking out of the bathroom, Anastasia rifled through her bag trying to find something to wear. Deciding on a pair of jeans and a white singlet top and matching white boots, the girls made their way downstairs for breakfast.

"Who is JC playing?" Paris inquired, pulling her toast to peices before eating it

"All he told me, was he was a Russian and that he was a good player" Anastasia replied taking a sip of her orange juice

"Fair enough" Paris replied

Looking over Paris's shoulder Anastasia saw her mystery man run through the lobby and jump into a car which quickly sped off. Fascinated by her attraction towards him, she wasn't one to base descisions around ones looks. Shrugging it off, she finished her juice and turned to Paris

"Shall we go?" she said getting up

"We shall" Paris replied linking her arm with Anastasia's as they walked out of the restaurant.

[Annie]

Chapter 5



As much as she hated to admit it, Anastasia didn?t mind the tennis once in a while. Sitting in her seat nervously, Paris could only laugh at her friend.

"Look at you, get a grip already" she said giggling

"Sorry, but you know how I get when he plays, I might not like the game but I want my baby to win!" she said pouting

Hearing the umpire speaking the two girls shifted their train of thought to the court.

"He's not bad" Paris said, nodding her head towards the umpire

"You have got to be kidding me?" Anastasia spat, turning to her friend, a look of disgust had appeared on her face



"What?!" Paris said grinning.

Anastasia just laughed and turned her focused back on the court. Hearing the umpire begin to introduce the players, Anastasia stood up, cheering at the top of her lungs as she saw JC walk out, poking his tongue out at her as he placed his bag down by his chair. The girls seats were directly behind where the players sat, having friends in high places always had its advantages. Looking to see who JC's opponent was Anastasia froze as the man who had been occupying her thoughts for the past few weeks walked out on court, waving to the crowd as they cheered for him. Looking back at JC she smiled at him

"Good luck babe" she called out, blowing him a kiss. He winked back at her before heading out onto the court to practise.

Anastasia felt her eyes wonder back towards Marat. She had now found out his name, also remembering that Andy had mentioned it the night before. Observing his every move she noticed his cheeky and laid back nature, while at the same time she noticed how serious he could be.

"Don't be so stupid" she muttered to herself

"Did you say something?" Paris asked, giving her a weird look

"Huh??" Anastasia replied, trying to comprehend what her friend was on about

"Ohh... no" she continued, realising what Paris was talking about

"Ok" she laughed, ruffling Anastasia?s hair

"Concentrate on the game hun, while you have been off in lala land your 'baby' has been wining, he is up 3-2" Paris said, pointing towards the score board.

Following her friends gaze, Anastasia noticed she was indeed right, shaking her head she put all her effort into concentrating on the game, thoughts of Marat, still bothering her in the back of her mind.

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Back at the hotel JC was a bag of jumping beans. Beating Marat in straight sets as those tennis folk liked to call it.

"I don't believe it" JC said picking Anastasia up

"Im in the final....yeeeeeeeeeee" he said spinning her around, tripping over a chair in the process, the two fell to a heap on his bed. In fits of giggles she looked over at him and poked her tongue out.

"Congrats babe, I knew you could do it" she said jumping on him and giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"I propose we go out tonight, get down and boogie" JC said with a twinkle in his eye

"Ohhh" she said twiddling her fingers

"Who, where, when" she interrogated him

"I was thinking Les Bains, and you and Paris and the boys" he replied watching her face light up

"Les Bains?!! It's like impossible to get in there, I have been in once and its awesome!" Anastasia replied excitedly

"Yes, well, when your a famous tennis star like me, some places are easy to get into now aren't they?" he said

"Don't flatter your self Bella" she said bursting his ego balloon

"You sure do know how to make a man feel loved don't you" JC said, his Spanish accent dripping with sarcasm

"Well well well...you wouldn't know now would you?!" Anastasia replied cockily, hopping up off him

"Smartass" he said tackling her back down to the bed before dishing out a good dosage of tickling, the one thing Anastasia absolutely hated

"Stop it! Im going to wet my pants" she shrieked

The comment causing to JC to withdraw his hands from her body, looking at her oddly. Pushing him off her she stood up and brushed her hair with her fingers.

"I am going now" Anastasia said simply

"What time will we be meeting you tonight?" she questioned as they walked to the door

"Meet us in the lobby around 10 ok?" JC answered, giving her a kiss on the cheek goodbye

"Toodles" she echoed, waving over her shoulder as she turned the corner of the hall way.



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"Les Bains!!?" Paris jumped up and down excitedly

"Ohh my god, I have always wanted to go there, anyone who is anyone is found at that club" she called out the door, throwing clothes out of her suitcase. Her room looked like it had been hit by a bomb, walking in Anastasia laughed.

"Your a sad case, what do you think?" she questioned, posing for her friend

"Grrrr" Paris growled jokingly

"Nah...You look stunning, white is definately your colour" she said in a serious tone

"Right, thank you, now get changed we have to be down stairs soon" Anastasia yelled, walking back to her room



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"I still can't believe you beat me" Marat laughed light heartily as the group of guys waited in the lobby for the two girls to hurry up

JC laughed

"Next time" he said patting Marat on the back

"Glad your coming out with us, I thought you'd like hate me for a while or something" JC remarked

"Ohh I do hate you, this is just an excuse to get out" Marat said, keeping a straight face

Looking shocked JC didn't know what to do. He looked at Andy and James for help but they both just shrugged their shoulders

"Relax! I was kidding" Marat laughed, noticing the worried look on JCs face.

"Where are they?" Andy whined

"I need to go and get me some booty" he pouted

"And on cue the lift opened and the two girls walked out like they had all the time in the world. Marat looked over and his jaw hit the ground. She looked amazing. Her brown hair was straight and fell over her bare shoulders. Her dress, a sleek cloth that clinged to her physiche, swayed with her her hip as she walked, it was asymetrical in shape and came half way down her thigh, a revealing split up the right side had Marat drooling.

"I think its safe to say that you girls are looking HOT tonight!" Andy said wolf whistling, looking Paris up and down, he liked what he saw.

Her blonde hair was curled and her baby blue halter neck dress complimented her blue eyes.

"Let us go" JC said in a playfull tone as the group headed out to the limo waiting out side.

[Annie]

Chapter 6



Anastasia had remained quiet for most of the night. Squashed in between JC and Andy, they bobbed up and down to the music that seemed to shake the floor beneath them. Feeling eyes upon her she looked over to see Marat staring at her. Hypnotized by his gaze she took a sip of her drink and licked her lips. Her trance broken as Paris put a tray of shots infront of her.

"For you" Paris said evily, looking directly at Anastasia

A smiled played across Anastasia's face as she raised her eyebrow at her friend

"James hunni, here's 20 bux, go buy me a round or two" Anastasia laughed deviously

"Your on" she continued as her best friend took a seat next to her

JC laughed

"Paris, your stuffed, Anastasia knows how to hold her drinks" he informed her

"Duh! You don't think I don't know that? This is my excuse to get spiflicated" she laughed gleefully

"Nothing like a fine Russian vodka to get you going, ain't that right Anastasia?" Paris quipped

Anastasia nodded as she slammed her glass on the table, before throwing it back down her throat.



Marat watched in amasement, he had never seen a girl drink so much. Taking another sip of his drink he realised he had finished it.

"Anyone would think she had two heads or something" Andy said sarcastically as he leaned over so Marat could hear him

"What?" Marat asked, pretending he didn't know what Andy was talking about

Busted.

"Don't give me that bullshit" Andy laughed

"I've seen how you look at her" he said, making kissing noises

Marat laughed and got up from his seat and walked away



Downing another shot Anastasia realised Marat had left the table. She looked around to see him making his way towards the bar. Moving across Paris and squeezing her self past JC she got up to follow him.

"What are you doing woman? We haven't finished yet!" Paris said hiccuping, spilling her shot down the front of her. Laughing at her self as the boys joined in



Seeing Marat leaning against the bar, Anastasia made her way through the large crowd, stopping behind him. Looking him up and down she approved his dress sense. Decked out in a pair of dark denim jeans and a black turtle neck he looked rapeable.

Marat turned around, suprised to see Anastasia standing there. No words were exchanged, she stared at him, burning holes in his eyes. Hearing a new song start, he noticed her expression change, from intense to devilish. Catching him off guard she grabbed his hand and dragged him onto the dance floor.

"You like this song huh?" he asked as he put his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him

"It's not bad" she replied bluntly placing her arms around his neck, she nodded her head to the music

"I should shake my thing, make the world want you" she whispered in his ear, pulling his neck down the slightest bit

Moving closer, she felt him tense up, then relax again, the look in his eye was oozing with sexuality, Anastasia licked her lips and continued to sing

"Tell your boys you'll be back, I wanna see what you can do"

Her warm breath on his neck sent shivers down his spine. They continued to grind, drifting off into their own world. Anastasia rubbed herself up against him, deciding to make his move his hands traveled well below her waist, finding the slit in her dress he rested his hand under the smooth material.

Continuing to whisper in his ear, Marat let out a groan, the effect she had on him was overpowering.

"Let's turn this dance floor into our own nasty world"

Anastasia knew she was in control and she was loving every minute of it, running her finger along his defined jaw line, she could feel the prickles of his unshaven face, she began to trace his lips. He watched her stare at them, licking his own in anticipation, noticing him lick his lips she shook her head as if to say no, flashing him a wicked smile. She could smell the strong odor of his sweet cologne mixed with the sweat of his body. His forehead was slightly damp, as the lights beamed down on him and his eyes laced on her, purely concentrated, purely determined and extremely masculine. He pulled her closer, she could feel him harden, raising her eye brow she stared at him once again. He shrugged it off, knowing there was nothing he could do about it. Just like his dream...he was in her world now. Looking down at his hand she placed hers ontop of his, looking back into his dark eyes, she whispered again.

"So boy just make your move, let me see what you can do"

Without warning Marat moved down and captured Anastasia's lips. Both of them feeling as if they had fallen into a pool of ecstasy. A bolt of energy shot through Marat's body as he continued to kiss her, needy, hungrily. Realising for the first time, that this is what she had wanted since the moment she saw him Anastasia moved her hands to the back of his neck, gripping on for dear life. Pulling away slowly Anastasia could feel her lips burning. Playing with the hair at the base of his head, Anastasia laughed as she noticed Marat blush. He pulled her close, this time, it was his turn to whisper in her ear.

"Let's get nasty"

[Annie]

chapter 7



Feeling a tingling sensation running across her skin, Anastasia looked down to find Marat tracing his fingers along her bare back. He looked up at her, his eyes dark and mysterious. She watched, as he continued to run his index finger around her shoulder and across her collar bone. She leaned in as he motioned for her to do so, Marat pushed her hair back behind her ear, she smiled questioningly. He smiled back, before placing soft kisses along her jaw line. Anastasia groaned as he found her neck.

"Damn him" she thought, her eyes closing as he made his way back up towards her mouth, stopping short.

Anastasia pulled back, giving him a dirty look, Marat sat there, grinning like a cheshire cat. Cupping her chin, he gently pulled her towards him. Hesitiating at first, she quickly gave in. Feeling his soft lips against hers, Anastasia dissolved into a state of pure bliss. Pulling away, Marat rested his head against Anastasia?s.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Marat asked, shouting over the music

"Watching JC's final" she replied, seeing the smile on Marat's face fade, she felt bad.

"Next time" she continued, giving him a kiss on the cheek

"Meet me for breakfast?" Marat questioned her, almost begging

"I think I could manage that" a smile formed on her face

"Think we should tell the others?" Anastasia asked

"Secret.... it?s more fun that way" he replied winking at her

"Ohhh I like how you think" she said seductively



Feeling her self getting dizzy, Anastasia froze. Slowing her breathing down she grabbed onto Marat shakingly.

"Are you ok?" he asked. his voice full of worry

"I'll be fine" she said, her face draining of its colour. Knowing very well that she wasn't ok.

"God, look at you, your not ok" he said, placing his hand on her cheek

Anastasia forced a smile

"Im fine, I might just head back to the hotel, you stay here and have fun ok" she said, almost demandingly

Marat looked at her, raising his eye brow questioningly

"I don't beleive you"

"I'll be fine, this happens all the time, I just need to go home and rest" she informed him, getting up off his lap, his arms still around her waist

"Tell the others, I've gone back, and I'll see you in the morning, come to my room at 9" she said, kissing him as she removed his strong arms from her body.

Looking back as she walked through the crowd, she blew him a kiss, before turning around and heading towards the door.



"Where have you beeeen?" JC slurred as Marat sat back down at the table

"Around" he replied simply

"Anastasia has gone back to the hotel, she wasn't feeling good" he informed the group of friends

"Ohhh my" Paris said looking worried

"She will be fine, shes a fighter" she said, punching her arm up in the air, hitting JC on the head at the same time

"Maybe we should get him back too? He has to play tomorrow you do realise" Marat said, leaning across the table to take the drink off JC

"Party pooper" JC hiccuped, as he let his head fall on the table

They laughed and Marat found himself thinking about Anastasia. He hadn't done anything wrong, atleast he didn't think so. Seeing everyone trying to get up from their seats, he laughed. Helping Paris out, she clinged to Andy as Marat held JC up.

"I love you" JC said through squinty eyes

Looking at him oddly Marat guided his friend out into the cool night air.



*****



Hearing a knock at her door, picking up her bag from the couch, Anastasia made her way through the lounge room of their suite.

"Morning beautiful, you feeling any better" he said, was they walked towards the lift

Still in a daze Anastasia took a while to reply

"Ohh yeah, Im fine" she said shaking her head, a smile forming on her face

"Where are we going?" Anastasia asked as they stepped into the elevator

"Ahhh tis a suprise" Marat replied, a cheeky grin appearing on his face

[Annie]

Chapter8



Paris groaned as she rolled over in bed. Sitting up, she stretched, gazing around groggily. Seeing the light shining through a crack in the curtains she squinted her eyes, holding her head. Making her way out of bed, she walked slowly into the lounge. Seeing Anastasia?s door open she made her way towards the room. Noticing she wasn?t in bed, Paris looked around. Giving up, she walked back into the lounge and collapsed on the couch.

?Must have gone to the pool? she mumbled to her self

She lay there for a few minutes, trying to remember the night before. Not being able to stand the throbbing pain in her head she got up to find some panadol. Walking back into her room she noticed a note on the bedside table, she picked it up, a curious look forming on her face.



Hey girl,

How?s your head? Haha

Gone out, will be back later, if im not back before you leave, I will meet you at JC?s game ok?!

Love Anastasia xxx



Wondering where she could have gone, Paris shrugged and dropped the note back on the table. Stumbling into the bathroom to find the pain killers, Paris smiled as she saw the shower. Turning only the cold water on she stood there shivering, but hopeful that the feel of the icy water would wake her up.



*****



A shadow was cast over Anastasia and she looked up to see a waitress standing there, her pen and pad ready. Noticing she only spoke French, Marat looked a bit lost. Anastasia laughed at him.

?It?s ok, I?ll take care of this, what do you want? she asked him

?The ?Big Breakfast?? he replied, with a huge smile on his face

?Je prendrai le grand petit dejeuner, deux peices de pain grille et deux jus d?orange satisfont? she said, smiling at the waitress as she handed back the menu?s.

Watching her walk away Marat turned back to Anastasia.

?Wow, you sound even sexier when you speak French? Anastasia laughed at him

?Im not even French? she continued, poking her tongue out at him

?Really?!? he said, opening his eyes wide

?Tyi takoige tupoi kak i vyiglyadish? she said, laughing at him

Marat sat there in shock. His jaw almost hitting the table, causing Anastasia to laugh even harder.

?I really am dumb, your name is Russian for christ sake? he said, slapping himself across the head

?You weren?t to know? Anastasia replied, flashing him a killer smile

?Can I ask you a question?? Marat said, hesitating as Anastasia looked at him oddly

?Yeah...? she said slowly

?Last night, were you ok? You looked really sick and then when I went and told Paris that you had gone home and she looked really worried, is there something wrong?? he blurted out

Deciding whether or not to tell him, Anastasia looked around. They were sitting by the Seine River, at a quaint cafe Marat had found a few days before.

?It?s nothing really, I just get dizzy spells from time to time? she said, turning back to him, taking a deep breath

?Ok then? he said slowly, sussing her out



******



There was a knock at the door and Paris ran to open it, struggling to hold her towel up at the same time. Throwing the door open she found JC standing there. Barely able to keep his eyes open, she laughed at him. He was holding onto the door frame and attempted to hit her, his arm falling before he could reach out to her.

?Holy shit? Paris said

?You have to play today hunni, your screwed? she continued

?Thanks for the words of encouragement? JC retorted sarcastically, moving her out of the way as he walked slowly inside.

?Where is my precious Staize? he asked, walking back out of Anastasia?s bedroom

?I don?t exactly know, she just left me a note saying she?d see me later? and with her words, she saw the happy look on JC?s face fade

?Ohh? was all JC had to say before he made his way back to his room, closing the door softly behind him. Paris stood there, frozen in the middle of the room. The poor guy she thought. He depended on seeing Anastasia before a game if she was ever around. She sighed, shivering as she turned back towards her room.



******



Feeling a vibrating sensation on her leg, Anastasia pulled away from Marat.

?Ooohhh hello there? Marat said, attempting his best Austin power?s accent, he laughed as he pulled his phone out of his pocket

Anastasia smiled at him, walking backwards to give him some privacy. Turning around she made her way to the edge of the river. She looked across to see the Notre Dam cathedral. She never really liked it much, it scared her as a child to say the least. Though there was something different about it today, the sun was shining, casting shadows across the river, lighting up the dark looking church at the same time.



Feeling a strong pair of arms wrap around her waist Anastasia turned her head slightly to see Marat towering over her. She smiled and leaned back into him.

?Where were we?? he whispered in her ear

Anastasia turned around

?I don?t know, maybe you could refresh my memory?? she said evily

?And what if I didn?t want to? he said playfully

?Ohhh but I know you do? Anastasia replied, looking him straight in the eye

?Ok, you got me? he said, shrugging his shoulders and pretending to be embarrassed

Tilting her chin upwards, Marat leaned in slowly, as she placed her hands in the back pockets of his jeans. His hands cupped the side of her face softly, moaning as the kiss deepened, Anastasia wished that the moment didn?t have to end.



** Clarifications: (As Olivia likes to call them) **



You are all probably wondering what the hell the French and the Russian means...so since I am the nice person that I am...I thought I might fill you in...



French:

Je prendrai le grand petit dejeuner, deux peices de pain grille et deux jus d?orange satisfont

MEANS:

I will have the BIg breakfast, 2 peices of toast and 2 orange juices please



Russian:

Tyi takoige tupoi kak i vyiglyadish

MEANS:

You really are as dumb as you look

[Annie]

Chapter 9



JC watched his racquet break in half as yet another ball flew into the net. Kicking it angrily towards his bag he reached down to get another one.

"You stupid idiot" he said to no one inparticular

His coach looked at him oddly and shrugged his shoulder. Walking back out on court he looked up into the bright sun. Squeezing his eyes shut he turned back towards his coach. Hitting the ball way out of court JC cried out in frustration.

"Take a break will you, get your head together" JC's coach said, noticing his lack of concentration

JC made his way back to his bag, not bothering to pick up his feet as he walked. Pulling his phone out of the side pocket he searched for Anastasia's number. He needed to see her.



******



Laughing hysterically Anastasia moved her arms from around Marat's neck to her stomach to stop it from cramping up. She had been dragged into a passport photo booth by Marat, who looked like a kid in a candy store when he had spotted it. She watched him pull a series of funny faces, causing her to start another fit of giggles.

Seeing a message come up on the screen telling them to wait while their photos processed, Anastasia started to get up off his lap.

"Noooo" Marat said, pulling her back down

"Another round" he said, as he started to tickle her

"Your killing me" she squealed, wiping a tear from her eye, before trying to get his fingers away from her waist

Marat let go, but only for a second as he put more money in the slot.

"Now smile" he said cheekily as he started to tickler her again

Anastasia shrieked, causing Marat to laugh. She tried to calm down and was soon silenced as she felt Marat's lips on hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck again and kissed him back.

Pulling away, she gasped for air.

"Yeah, you like that don't you" Marat said in a cocky tone

"Get over yourself Safin" she said, placing a soft kiss on his nose before getting up off his lap and pushing her way out of the booth.

"They are done, which ones do you want?" Marat asked as he pulled the photos from their slit in the booth

"I don't mind, you choose" Anastasia replied, laughing at them as he held them infront of her face

"I want some from both, we can spilt them later" he said

"Good idea" Anastasia replied, interrupted by the ringing of her phone

Pulling it out of her back she looked at who was calling.



"Bella!" she exclaimed

"Where are you?" he sounded upset

"Hunni, what's wrong?" she said, shrugging at Marat as he looked at her quizzically

"Im hung over, Im playing like shit and I need to see you" JC said, desperation in his voice

"I was coming to see you, don't worry, I am just busy right now" she said, trying to muffle a laugh. Marat was pulling faces again

"Where are you anyway?" JC asked

"Shopping" she replied simply

"Don't worry bub, I will be there to see you before your match and I will be at your match cheering as loud as I can for you ok?" Anastasia continued, punching Marat's chest as he tried to tickler her again

"Ok, well hurry, I need a hug" JC said in a child's voice

"Will be as quick as I can" she said with a small laugh

"Bye babe" JC said, this time it was his turn to hang up on her



"You are so childish" Anastasia said, putting her phone back in her bag

"Is it such a crime?" Marat challenged her, taking her hand in his as they made their way back to the hotel.

"No, but your a grown man, Id expect more from you.....wait a minute, you are a guy, what am I talking about? It's expected" Anastasia said, slapping her head sarcastically

"I'll remember that, your gone...when you least expect it...BOOM, you will pay" Marat said

"Is that a threat Mr Safin?" Anastasia said laughing

"Why yes it is Miss...Miss, damn I don't even know your last name" he said, puzzled

"Chasez" she replied

"AAhhh, well yes it is a threat Miss Chasez, watch yourself" Marat said playfully

Anastasia shook her head as they made their way through the busy streets of Paris.



*******



Hearing another knock at the door Paris threw down her brush. Walking out of the bathroom she tied her hair up.

"Yes?" she said angrily as she opened the door

There stood Andy, looking a bit scared by Paris's outburst

"Andy! Ohh Im sorry" she said stepping aside to let him in

"It's just I've had 2 hotel staff and JC come by this morning, and to tell you the truth Im not feeling to crash hot after last night" she said looking at him apologetically

"Hey, no need to apologise" he said holding his hands up in the air

She smiled at him and led him over to the couch

"So... what can I do for you?" she said quizzically

"Im leaving this afternoon and I came to say goodbye" he said, clapping his hands together

"Awwww" Paris said pouting

Andy laughed

"Yeah well, shit happens" he said shrugging his shoulders

"What's your number? We will have to keep in touch" Paris said, walking into her room to get her phone, Andy followed her

Swapping phones they put each others numbers in and handed them back. He smiled at her.

"Well, I better be off, I take it Anastasia isn't around?" he asked, looking around the large lounge room

"No, I have no idea where the hell she is. Ohh well, she's a big girl, she can take care of herself" Paris said, following Andy to the door

"Tell her I said bye and you two take care of yourselves" Andy said, giving her a kiss on the cheek as she hugged him goodbye

"You take care of yourself too" she said, slapping his ass as he walked off, he turned around and winked. Paris laughed as she watched him get in the lift.



******



"Nice car" Anastasia said, checking out Marat's dark blue Mercedes, noticing his Monte Carlo number plate at the same time

"Was going to get the same one" she continued getting in

She looked over at him as he got in the car, he adjusted the seat and mumbled to himself.

"What car did you get instead?" Marat questioned her, looking over his shoulder as he reversed

"BMW 330ci" she replied, her face lighting up

Marat raised an eyebrow

"Colour?"

"Electric blue" she said with a smile

"Twin turbo engine, it's my baby" she continued

"You like your cars huh?" he said laughing

"Yes, do you have a problem with that?" she said, a tone of mock anger in her voice

Marat laughed

"No, just didn't picture it that's all" he said looking at her

Anastasia hit him before turning her head away so she could look out the window. Marat kept his eyes on her, occasionally glancing at the road. She turned to him.

"Why do you have it with you anyway?" she asked him

Marat paused, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink

"I just like driving" he said slowly, looking away from her, concentrating on the road

"Sure that's it" she said laughing at him

Looking down at his hand that covered the gear stick, Anastasia put hers on top, he smiled at her, with that, she moved her hand from his and rested it on his leg. Slouching in her seat she closed her eyes and sighed. His car smelt good, his scent mixed with leather.

[Annie]

Chapter 10



Hearing a girl screaming behind him JC turned around to see Marat running in crazy circles piggy backing someone. Pretending to almost run into things, dodging them at the last minute. As Marat ran onto the court JC realised who was on his back. Marat stopped just in time, almost crashing into JC.

“Let me down you spastic” Anastasia cried

Marat pretended to drop her, and laughed as she screamed some more.

JC looked puzzled, looking at Anastasia, then at Marat, finally looking back at Anastasia.

“I’ll leave you guys to it” Marat said, doing the Moonwalk as he made his way to the entrance of the court.



“Now tell me bub, what’s up?” Anastasia asked, wrapping her arms around him

“Your with Marat?” he asked, shocked

Anastasia looked away

“Let’s not talk about that now” she said

“How are you feeling?” she asked as they made their way to a row of seats that ran down one side of the court

“Im ok, I shouldn’t have gone out last night. Another bright idea of mine hey?!” he said sarcastically as Anastasia sat on his lap

“Look babe, just take a few deep breath’s, clear your mind, concentrate on the ball and you will be fine. I promise” Anastasia pinched his cheek

“I wish I could believe you, but I have a feeling about today” JC sighed

“Don’t talk like that, you know I don’t like it, think positive Bella” she said, flashing him a reassuring smile.

“How long till your game?” Anastasia asked

JC looked at his watch

“About 45 minutes” he said looking at her, his eyes full of worry

“Want me to stay with you for as long as Im allowed?” she asked

JC nodded his head and hugged her tight. Anastasia let out a small laugh

“Anyone would think it was your first day of school all over again” she said, ruffling his dog like hair

“Geeze boy, don’t you own a brush?”

“Yes, but why bother brushing your hair if it is going to get messy?” JC retorted

“You make a good point my dear friend” she said in a playful voice

“So...what’s up with you and that ‘Russian god’ as girls all over the world call him?” JC asked, a cheeky smile playing on his face

“Don’t change the subject, we can talk about that later, now is tennis. So you better get that cute butt of yours up off this chair and get practising again. You hear me?” Anastasia said, in a motherly tone, poking her tongue out at him as he pouted.

“Yes ma’am” he said, tapping her butt, a cue for her to get up





******





Marat stood in the doorway of the change rooms. Watching silently as Anastasia said her last good lucks to JC. There was something about her. Marat couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it was almost as if nothing was wrong in the world if Anastasia was around. She lit up the room and made everyone feel good.

“You will do fine babe” she said, placing a kiss on JC’s forehead

“Thank you Staize” JC said embracing her in a hug

“Love you Bella” she whispered in his ear before kissing him on the cheek.

She smiled at him over her shoulder as she walked away towards Marat. JC watched her. Grateful she had come into his life. He blew her a kiss and she pretended to catch it on her cheek

“Good luck mate” Marat called out him as Anastasia linked her hand with his. With that they were out the door, leaving JC standing alone in the empty change room.





*******





“My god woman! It’s about bloody time you showed your face around here” Paris said, getting up out of her seat as Anastasia made her way down the row of seats. Noticing Anastasia’s hand linked with someone else’s Paris looked up to see Marat standing behind her.

A grin formed on her face

“Ohhh...I see what’s going on here” Paris said pointing at Anastasia

Anastasia looked at Marat and laughed. He smiled at Paris and wrapped his arms around Anastasia’s waist

“So that’s where you guy’s were last night” Paris continued

“I was wondering where you had gotten to, are you ok this morning?” she said, her voice full of concern as she asked about her best friends health.

Anastasia laughed

“Im suprised you remember last night, and yes, I am feeling a bit better today” Anastasia said, sitting down next to her friend. Marat sitting on the other side

“How did you pull up Paris? Marat asked, snickering as he remembered the state she was in the night before

Paris gave him a dirty look

“Just fine thank you” she snapped at him causing Anastasia to laugh

“Hey now nasty, don’t drink so much next time” Anastasia said patting her friend gently on the head

Paris closed her eyes and sighed

“Andy came around this morning to say goodbye” Paris informed her friend

“Bahh humbug” Anastasia said

“He’s very cute” Paris said slyly

“You think any thing with blonde hair and a nice ass is cute” Anastasia laughed

Paris looked at her friend in horror

“I resent that” she said, still in shock

Marat laughed at the scene in front of him. Hearing the umpire calling the players onto court, Anastasia tensed up and got nervous for the second time in two days. Seeing Bella walk out, she noticed he had cheered up a bit and was smiling whilst he waved at the crowd. She stood up and yelled as loud as she could. Soon joined by Paris, the two looked like obsessed fans.

Anastasia looked down at Marat. He sat there, an intense but sad look washed over his face. She sat down next to him and turned his head towards hers. She felt bad. Winning Roland Garros was his dream. That’s what he had told her that morning. Wishing he could have been out there aswell she took his hand in her’s and squeezed it. He rested his head on her’s and sighed.





******





Anastasia sat in her seat frozen as she realised JC had lost the match. The look on his face as he looked up at her was enough to break her heart. Wanting to reach out and hug him, Anastasia knew she would have to wait untill the end of the game. Feeling a strong arm wrap around her waist, she looked at Marat as he pulled her towards him. Leaning her head on his shoulder he stroked her side as he kissed the top of her head.

“Chin up beautiful, he did well” Marat said reassuringly

She looked up at him and forced a smile on her face

“Yeah, he did” she said sadly but at the same, proud JC had gotten this far



There was a tap on her shoulder and Anastasia turned her head to see her friend pointing towards someone.

“You guys might want to smile, one of those camera dude’s has been going nuts” Paris informed them

Marat and Anastasia turned to see a bald man with a camera infront of his face. Marat groaned, putting his head in his hands as Anastasia glared at the photographer.

“Does this always happen to you? Paris asked, giving the photographer a dirty look aswell

“Some people have no respect for anyone’s privacy” Marat said angrily as Anastasia patted his leg

“I can guarantee you those photos will be all over the Internet tomorrow, if not tonight” Marat said, looking back at the guy

“Im sorry” he said, turning towards Anastasia.

She looked at him sympathetically, rubbing her finger over the hair which was growing on his chin

“For what? It’s not your fault people can’t mind their own business. **** them I say” Anastasia replied

Marat let out a laugh as Anastasia pulled her finger at the photographer, giving him a cheesy smile at the same time.

“Cocksucker” she mumbled under her breath

[Annie]

Chapter 11



Falling onto her bed Anastasia sighed. She hadn’t seen JC since before the match. After the press conference he had dissapeared. Trying to get hold of him all afternoon was no use because he had turned his phone off. Hearing a soft knock at the door Anastasia saw Paris poke her head through the gap.

“Im going for a swim. You want to come?”

“Nah not really” Anastasia replied slowly

“You ok sweetie?” Paris asked, stepping into the room

Anastasia sat in silence, letting the tears run down her cheek

“Ohh my god, bub whats wrong?” Paris yelped running to her best friends side

“I think it’s coming back” her tears now falling uncontrolably

“Hunni, it will be ok, don’t get yourself worked up, it’s not good for you” Paris said, embracing Anastasia in a tight hug

“And I thought you were just bummed about JC’s game” Paris said, letting out a slight laugh as she pulled away from her friend

“Yeah, that to” Anastasia sniffed, wiping the tears from her cheeks

“Anyone would think I would be used to it by now, it happens so much” Anastasia continued.

Noticing the confused look on her friends face, she laughed

“Not JC losing silly, now go and have your swim, I can blubber by myself” she said patting Paris’s leg

Paris sighed

“You will be ok?” she asked

“Of course, now go” Anastasia said, shooing her friend off her bed and out the door



Picking up her handbag on the way back to her bed Anastasia sat down and emptied it out trying to find her pills. Seeing the photos of her and Marat, she picked them up and laughed. His facial expressions were enough to make anyone wet their pants. She continued to look at the picture, wondering if her being with Marat was just a fling while they were both in Paris or more? Shrugging her shoulders she picked up her wallet to add one of the photos to her growing collection. Pulling one out of her and Paris she laughed. It was taken on their last trip to Spain. Shaking her head as she remembered what happend there, Anastasia laughed again, she would have to bring that one up later.



There was a knock at the door and Anastasia jumped. Shoving her things back in her bag she slowly made her way through the large hotel room. There stood JC. A distraught look on his face. He looked at Anastasia like a lost child.

“Ohhh Bella” Anastasia gushed, wrapping him in a bear hug

They stood like that for a while, not saying anything untill Anastasia pulled back and looked at him straight in the eye.

“How are you?”

“Ehhh you know, as good as I can be after loosing I guess” JC said shrugging, closing the door behind him

“You did well” Anastasia said

“Thanks babe, but I had a feeling it wouldn’t be my turn today. Next year maybe?” JC replied, smiling at her

Anastasia smiled back.

Closing her eyes, she felt another dizzy spell coming on.

“Shit” she muttered

“Staize are you ok?” JC said, he voice full of concern

She looked up at him, her face as pale as a ghost

“I’ll be fi..” she fell to the ground before she could finish her sentance

“****” JC shouted, dropping to his knees by her side, he panicked.

Trying to remember what she had told him to do if this ever happend he wracked his brain. It had been a while since Anastasia had been like this and JC had pretty much forgotten.

Rolling her onto her side so she didn’t choke on her tounge JC wondered where Paris was. Getting his phone out as he checked her pulse, he dialed Paris’s number. Hearing a phone ringing in another room JC gave up in frustration. Fanning her face, he saw her eyes flutter open then shut again

“Babe?” he questioned her

Seeing her eyes open slowly he breathed a sigh of releif



Anastasia lay there frozen, breaking out in a cold sweat she let the tears fall. Feeling JC run his hand over her face she trembled. Not from his touch but from what had happend. Trying to get up she could faintly hear JC telling her stay on the ground. Her sobs became more hysteric as Anastasia continued to lay there.

“Shhhh” JC said soothingly, gently running his hand over her face

“You will be ok beautiful”

She looked up at him, her face starting to get it’s colour back. His heart broke, he hated seeing her like this. Anastasia hated being like this. There was nothing she could do and it gutted her. Lifting her head up off the ground slowly, he helped her sit up. Not letting her stand up still, JC wiped the tears away with his thumb. She smiled at him and he gave her a soft kiss on her forehead.

“You scared me there, it’s been so long” he said looking at her intensely

Anastasia only nodded her head. Holding her arms out, indicating she wanted a hug JC leaned down and wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back to soothingly

“Im sorry” she whispered in his ear, starting to cry again





*******





“Look who I pulled out of the gutter!” Paris exclaimed walking through the door, Marat following close behind

Seeing JC walking out of Anastasia’s room Paris looked at him oddly.

“Shhhh, shes sleeping” he said stretching his back

“She didn’t?” Paris said, almost shrieking

JC nodded

“Meeehh” she muttered running towards Anastasia’s room.

Marat stood in a state of confusion, looking at JC for answers. JC was silent as he waited for Paris to come back out

“How long has she been asleep for?” he heard Paris whisper loudly as she closed Anastasia’s door softly behind her

“An hour I guess” JC informed her, looking at his watch

Getting frustrated Marat finally spoke up

“Will someone please tell me what is going on here. What has happend to her?” he said, throwing his hands up in the air

JC looked at Paris, she shrugged back at him

“She passed out, she does that sometimes” JC told his friend, not wanting to say to much. Anastasia didn’t like people knowing

“Is she ok?” he asked, a worried look played with his face

“She will be fine” Paris said, walking up to Marat and taking hold of his arm, dragging him towards Anastasia’s room. Opening the door, she half shoved him in.



A lump rose in Marat’s throat as he stood there watching her. He watched her chest move up and down with her slow breaths. Sitting on the edge of her bed, he pushed the hair off her face. Tracing her jawline at the same time it caused her to move slighty and he pulled back quickly. Watching her snuggle under the covers he smiled to himself. Marat continued to stare at her, amazed by her beauty, even if she was only sleeping.

“Anyone would think I was one of those 3D pictures you have to find the lion in” Anastasia said, her eyes still closed

Marat jumped, not expecting her to say anything. He watched Anastasia pat the other side of her bed. Making his way around, he sat back down. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. They were still red. She struggled to sit up but finally managed to, proping her pillows up behind her she leaned back.

“How are you?” she asked, her voice croaky as she intertwined her hand with his.

“I was good untill I saw you like this” Marat replied, rubbing his thumb over the top of her hand

She closed her eyes and sighed

“It’s nothing....really” Anastasia squeezed his hand

He leaned back along with Anastasia. She shuffled into his lap and planted a light kiss on the under side of his chin.

“I was going to see if you wanted to come out for dinner with me tonight but I guess not huh?!” Marat explained, rubbing his hand up and down her thigh

“Im sorry, I would have loved to but I don’t think I am up to it” she said, feeling bad

“It’s fine, I understand” he said, giving her a reassuring smile

“Maybe we could just stay in, have a quiet night? Nothing exciting I know....” she suggested

“Sounds great” Marat replied kissing the top of her head

Anastasia laughed

“Im serious” he said

“Your so cute when you get all defensive, you know that?” Anastasia giggled

“I do try” he said, making a munching noise as he leaned down to capture Anastasia’s lips, silencing her in the process.

[Annie]

Chapter 12



Bursting into Anastasia’s room Paris and JC stopped as quickly as they came in. Seeing Marat on top of Anastasia they groaned.

“Ohh come on” Paris said sarcastically

Marat nuzzled Anastasia’s neck and rolled of her, smirking as he propped himself up with his elbows.

“We are going out for a bite to eat, care to join us?” JC asked

Marat looked at Anastasia. She screwed up her face, thinking about it, taking her eyes off the cieling she turned back to her friends

“I think I might just stay here and rest”

“Rest, is that what you kids call it these days?” Paris quipped

“Vete a la mierda” Anastasia snapped back jokingly causing Marat to laugh

“Now now Staize, thats enough from you” JC laughed

“What did she say?” Paris demanded, slapping JC’s shoulder trying to get an answer out of him

“It doesn’t matter” he laughed, shaking his head

“Let’s go, we will be back later, hope your feeling better” JC said as he pushed Paris out the door, blowing Anastasia a kiss



Seeing Marat laying down with his eyes closed and arms behind his head, Anastasia decided to take advantage of the situation. Feeling a little shaky, she slowly stradled him. Marat’s eyes shot open and he grinned evily. Beating his chest softly like a drum she bobbed her head from side to side, humming to herself

“Good song?” Marat asked, taking her hands in his

“Ohh yeah” Anastasia said laughing at him

“What do you want to do tonight?” he questioned her

Anastasia’s smile faded

“Im sorry Marat, I feel bad” she told him

“Don’t it’s fine, seriously, it’s ok”

“How about......how about we order some room service and get to know each other a little better?” he said with some thought, trying to make her feel better about being sick

She smiled and nodded at him, leaning down to give him a kiss on the lips. Marat wrapped his hands around her waist and held her tight. Realising she wasn’t going to be going anywhere anytime soon, Anastasia made herself comfortable on top of him. Resting her head on his chest, she listened to his heart beat, her head rising and falling with his every breath. Marat’s tummy rumbled and Anastasia laughed.

“Looks like we should order some dinner” she said poking his belly

“Probably a good idea, im craving something sweet” he winked at her





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The bright city lights brought a sparkle into Paris’s eyes. Finally deciding where they should go for dinner, JC and Paris settled for a small sushi bar, a few blocks from the hotel. They sat there, enchanted by the small train that was moving along its track, carrying small plates of various sushi dishes. Screwing his face up at some of the food, JC wished they had ended up going somewhere else. But as usual, Paris had gotten her way.

“Is this stuff safe to eat? he said, looking at a dish

Paris laughed at him

“Of course it is, we wouldn’t be eating it otherwise” she said, popping a small piece of sushi in her mouth and smiling at JC once she had devoured it

Picking up a piece, she held the chopsticks infront of JC’s face, waving it from side to side. Closing his eyes he opened his mouth, allowing her to feed him. Chewing it once, he gluped it down almost whole with a huge sip of his beer.

“Yuk!” he exclaimed, taking another sip of his drink

“Your such a baby, I don’t know how Anastasia puts up with you” Paris piped

“Well I have no idea how she puts up with you” JC said

“Calm down feisty” she said, slapping him softy

“Im playing”

JC pouted

“Is there even anything I would like here?” he asked, taking another look at the menu

Paris shrugged

“Teriyaki chicken sounds great” JC said excitedly, his face lighting up

Passing his plate with the rest of his sushi to Paris, he finshed the rest of his drink and stared at her. Her normally curly hair was now straight and framed her face. He watched as the corners of her eyes crinkled up each time she laughed, and the way her crystal blue eyes glittered and reflected the colourfull neon lights of the resatraunt. His eyes travelled to her lips. Those soft lips, how he longed for their touch again.

‘What am I thinking?’ he wondered

‘It’s not like I have any chance anyway, what are you talkng about? Shes been with you before, yeah but its not going to happen again’

It was like an endless fight going on in his mind. He was fighting with himself and he felt stupid. Pushing the thoughts into the back of his mind he noticed Paris looking at him oddly.

“What are you looking at me like that for?

“Because you have been sitting there with your mouth hanging open, lost in your own world for the last few minutes” she laughed at him

“What’s that little JC mind of yours thinking?

JC laughed

“I was just thinking about how many times we have hooked up, and everytime we have just laughed about it the next day” he said

“That was totaly random” Paris said, letting out a small laugh

They sat there in an awkward silence, JC cursing himself for saying what he had. She smiled at him and he smiled back, not knowing exactly what to say

“Want another drink?” he asked, getting up from his seat

“Yeah sure, just a water this time though”

Watching him as he walked away, Paris wondered why JC had brought up the fact they had been together in the past on more than one ocassion.

“He’s cute”

“VERY cute” she said to herself

Shaking her thoughts from her mind she watched him walk back over.

“It’s not going to happen, get over it” she mumbled, smiling at him as he sat down with their drinks.





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Anastasia looked at Marat in awe. Looking down at her half eaten ceasar salad, then at his plate. Well 2 plates. Not completely full from his large chunk of steak, which looked more like a whole cow to Anastasia, Marat had complained that he was still hungry and ordered some more food.

“Do you ever stop eating?” she asked, pushing away her salad

She was never to hungry when she was sick, reason being she was afriad she would throw it all up.

“Nope” he said, a cheeky smile one his face

“And we still haven’t had desert yet” he continued

Anastasia rolled her eyes, picking up the empty plates off the bed, she moved to them to the desk.

“What do you have in mind for desert?” she asked, raising her eyebrow at him

“Well I was thinking, a little chocolate mousse, maybe a few strawberries followed by you?” Marat said, licking his lips seductively

“That could go down well” she said walking back over, climbing ontop of him again

“Could....more like would” he said, his voice full of confidence

“You seem so sure of that Mr Safin” she teased, as he kissed her hand over and over again

“Well, lets put it this way, I always get what I want” he said in a cocky tone

“Ohh, is that so?” she said challenging him

“Well I got you didn’t I?” Anastasia looked at him in shock and laughed

“Just what I thought” Marat continued rolling her over so he was ontop

Taking a deep breath Anastasia squeezed her eyes shut and lay there. Slowing her breaths down, she opened her eyes to see Marat’s worried face staring back at her.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, our little rolling escapade made me a lil dizzy again” she said, smiling at him

“Im sorry!” he exclaimed

“Marat, it’s ok..really!” she said, motioning for him to come closer

“I just have to take it easy, to much excitement makes me giddy”

“You get that to?” he said playfully, making Anastasia laugh

“Come here you” she said, pulling his face down to her hers, kissing him softly





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Breathing in the warm night air Paris spun around in a circle. Seeing a small ice-cream store up ahead Paris jumped up and down like a little girl causing JC to laugh at her.

“Come on, I want ice-cream” she said, shooting him a dirty look, which soon disappeared

Running to keep up with her, JC wondered how someone could get so excited over ice-cream. Although he had to admit he was starting to crave some.

“What do you want?” Paris said, pulling her wallet out of her bag

JC studied the list. To many to choose from

“Mmmm, mango sorbet will do for me” he said, pulling a note out of his wallet

“I’ll have 2 scoops of mango sorbet and 2 scoops of cookies and cream with chocolate fudge please” Paris said, hading the money over

“I will pay” JC piped up

“Put it away, you paid for dinner, I have to pay for something” she said, shoving his money back in his face

Knowing full well not to argue with Paris he did what he was told and grabbed his ice cream out of the cone holder.

“Ohh my god, this is soooo good!” Paris cried out, wiping some fudge from the corner of her mouth

JC looked at her as if she had gone crazy and laughed. Paris realised where they were and got excited.

“It’s just a park?” JC sarcastically as he saw Paris clap her hands excitedly

“You don’t understand, follow me” she said, grabbing hold of his hand

She led him to a clearing and they stopped. Still holding his hand Paris looked at her watch. Smiling evily she looked at him.

“You dragged me to a concrete square?” JC asked, a little annoyed

“Ahhh tis not an ordinary concrete square” she informed him, speaking in a sea captains voice

JC looked down at their interwined hands and smiled. He held it tighter and looked back at her to see her staring at her watch again.

“3...2...1”

Suddenly water shot up all around them and JC yelped, pulling away from Paris in complete horror.

“Your such a girl” she yelled over the rushing water

“I am going to kill you” he yelled back

She stood there with a hand on her hip, her look challenging. She didn’t seem to be bothered by how wet she was getting, Infact, she quite enjoyed it. With out warning JC launched at Paris, jumping out of the way just in time she ran around the square laughing at the top of her lungs. Looking back she saw JC trying to dodge the fountains of water and after having no such luck he gave up and ran straight through them. Her laugh was infectious and soon JC was in hysterics. Falling to the ground he lay on his back, letting the water shoot up around him. Seeing Paris’s head appear above him he watched as she flashed him a killer smile. Holding her hand out to help him up he accepted. Catching her off guard he picked her up and threw Paris over his shoulder. Wincing as she shrieked in his ear on the way over. Spinning her around in circles her shrieks grew louder untill they turned into the sound of laughter.

“I can’t believe you did that” JC said walking out of the fountains with Paris still over his shoulder

“The look on your face, hillarious!” she laughed

JC put her down gently and looked at her. Smiling back innocently she wiped the water from his face with her thumb, her fingers lingering on his chin.

“Im sorry, I just couldn’t resist and....” Paris was cut off as she felt JC’s lips come crashing down on hers.

Suprised at first, she soon opened her mouth and allowed him to kiss her. Moaning in his mouth, Paris felt JC’s arms tighten around her waist.

Pulling away slowly JC realised what he had done

“I-I-Im sorry” he stammered, looking down at the ground

“It’s...don’t be” Paris replied, wondering what had just happened

She put her fingers on her lips and held them there

“Maybe we should head back?” he said, starting to walk off

Running to catch up to him, they walked back to the hotel in silence. Neither of them knowing what to say.





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“20 questions?! I hate that game!” Anastasia whined as she walked out of the bathroom to see Marat sitting half naked on her bed.

“I got hot” he said, noticing her questioning look

“You think Im complaining?” she laughed, sliding into his arms again

“Right, ask away” she mumbled unenthusiastically, trying to hide the smile on her face

“How long have you known JC for?” Marat asked, a pang of jealousy flowing through him as he thought about how good a friends they were. Wishing he had known her as long as JC had

“Hmmm” Anastasia thought

“2 years, met him at the tournament back home, dad introduced us, we hit it off and have been best friends ever since. He’s a munchkin. My mum died later that year and it killed me. Bella was there for me when I needed him. He’d come and visit me between tournaments, he knew what I was going through, his mum died when he was little. I don’t know what I would have done if I didn’t have him.” she said her face lighting up, but falling at the same time

“Im sorry, I had no idea” Marat said, his voice full of sympathy

“It happens, there isn’t anything I could do, I still think about her everyday, wishing she was still here, in a way she is, but it’s still not the same”

“Your family??” she asked, trying to change the subject

“I have a younger sister, shes 16, she plays tennis too, mum used to play tennis aswell and then there is dad.” a smile formed on his face as he thought about his family.

Stroking her head he wondered if he should ask her what was on his mind. Anastasia kept on telling him it was nothing but he didn’t believe her.

‘**** it’ he thought

“Ok my turn again, why do you keep passing out? What is wrong with you?” he asked, closing his eyes afraid she’d be angry at him

Anastasia sighed. She was waiting for that.

“No use keeping it a secret. I have a heart condition, that causes me to pass out, have epileptic fits, sometimes just petty seizures, my blood pressure is really low, thats the main reason, which means my heart doesn’t beat, and if it does, it doesn’t beat properly. They don’t really have a name for it and I can’t take medication for it. Only the low blood pressure. Im not even epeleptic, it’s just sometimes I pass out and it happens. It goes away, then it comes back, I could be fine for months and then boom, it will hit me again. It’s totaly unpredictable and I hate it” she said, tears running down her cheek

“It’s screwed up my life and Im sick of it”

Marat scooped her up into a hug and held her. Rocking back n forth, rubbing her back soothingly to calm her down

“Shhhh” he said, giving her a kiss on her forehead.

His heart broke. She didn’t deserve this. No one did. She was to full of life. Feeling her move from his grasp he loosed his arms from around her and titled her head to face him. Wiping the tears away he gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. She let out a slught laugh and wiped the rest of her tears away in frustration.

“Im sorry, it just makes me upset”

“You don’t have to keep saying your sorry, it’s fine” he said smiling at her, pushing the hair out of her face.

“Now that you got that out of me, I have to know something” she said, her voice turning serious

Marat looked at her puzzled, but nodded his head

“What will happen once we leave Paris? Is it a fling or is what we have something more? I don’t want to sound paranoid or whatever, I just want to know where I stand. Im thinking that from the way you have been acting it is more than a fling, but you never know. Don’t hate me for asking this but yeah...” she said trailing off, burying her head in his chest

There was silence and Anastasia got scared. Looking up at him slowly, a innocent look her face she saw him smile and begin to laugh. Not sure if it was a good thing or not she started to pull away.

“Your not fling material. There is something about you Anastasia Chasez, I don’t know what it is, but I hope I am going to be around you long enough to find out what it is. To me, you are perfect. So I guess what Im saying is, that no this is not a fling and yes, there is something more.” Marat said, a huge smile crossed his face as he looked into Anastasia’s eyes as if he was looking for something. Her acceptance to what he had just told her?

“I am far from perfect, you know that don’t you?” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, placing soft kisses on each of his eye lids then lastly on his nose.

“Perfect or not, you are all mine and I am not letting you go” Marat laughed evily, his lips devouring hers once again.





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JC and Paris made their way to Anastasia’s room. Knocking first this time. Hearing Anastasia giggle then telling them it was fine to enter, they did so ever so slowly, afraid of what might be on offer infront of them. Thanking god that they were both resonably decent, the two made their way over to Anastasia’s bed. Paris stood, hugging herself to try and keep warm while JC sat on the corner of the bed.

“What the hell happend to you two?” Marat asked in disbelief

JC laughed slightly

“She took you to the park didn’t she?” Anastasia knew all to well

JC nodded his head, looking over to Paris who just smiled at him

“What do you say, if I am feeling better tomorrow, we all go out, have a big night on the town? I feel bad for not being able to go out tonight” Call me the party pooper if you will” Anastasia said

“Sounds good to me” Marat said nodding

Paris nodded her head and walked out of the room

“See you in the morning” she called, not looking back

JC sighed

“What happend?” Anastasia questioned, confused by her friends behaviour

“Nothing, I think Im going to go to bed, Ive had a big day” JC said, getting up and walking over to Anastasia giving her a kiss on the cheek

“I’ll let myself out” he said walking off, shoulders slumped and his shoes squelching with the sound of the water moving around

Sctraching her head Anastasia looked at Marat confused. He shrugged back and she left the thought alone.

“Stay here tonight?” she asked him

“Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else” Marat replied, sliding under the covers and holding them up for Anastasia as she slid in next to him. Feeling his strong arms wrap around her waist she sighed. Feeling his lips on her bare shoulders, it sent tingles down her spine. Smiling to herself she closed her eyes and snuggled up to the warmth that Marat provided her.

[Annie]

Chapter 13



Anastasia rolled over to see Marat smiling at her. Stretching, she shuffled over and snuggled up to him. He held her tight and they lay there in silence until they were interrupted by Paris.

“She has a habit of doing this” Anastasia groaned as she saw the door open

“Wake up sleepy heads, looks like you were right Marat” she said, holding up a news paper.

Throwing it at them she walked back out of the room

“Sports section, page 2” she yelled from the living room

Marat opened the paper to the page Paris had pointed out. Seeing an angry look form on his face Anastasia took the paper off him slowly. Flicking through her eyes came to rest on three pictures. The biggest one being the one of her pulling her finger at the photographer. Reading the headline she laughed

*Safin snags himself a feisty one*

“Hey...I actually look ok” she said, trying to lighten the situation

Marat didn’t laugh

Throwing the paper in the air, away from them Anastasia crawled ontop of Marat. Rubbing her hands over her chest she looked at him thoughtfully. Leaning in slowly, she kissed him softly, pulling away and looking right in his eyes. He looked up at her, sad but longing for her kiss once more. Feeling his hands resting on her hips she moved in again as he leaned up to meet her.

“Don’t worry about it”

He looked up at her. A smile forming on his face. She was beautiful, even if she had just woken up.

“Are you feeling better today? You look it?” he asked

Anastasia pressed her lips together and looked away

“I am actually” she said, turning back to him

“Looks like we will be going out tonight” Anastasia clapped her hands excitedly





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Not being able to get the thoughts of the previous night out of his head, JC did another lap of the pool, his energy coming from his frustration. Feeling his hand brush the smooth edge of the pool, he surfaced, pushing his hair out of his face as he did so. JC let out a deep breath, pushed himself off the wall and began to float. Closing his eyes he let him self slip into a dreamworld. Wishing for something to happen with Paris but knowing that she only wanted to be friends. Not hearing someone walk in JC continued to float. Pulled from his trance by a splash he stopped floating and looked around to see 3 kids jumping in the pool.

“Well there goes my swim” he said to himself, swimming towards the stairs.

Drying his hair quickly he wrapped his towel around his waist and made his way down the hall to the lift.





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Stepping into the lift Paris pushed the button to the 21st level. Her room being one of the only two up there. She leaned back against the cool glass and closed her eyes. Trying to figure out what had happened the night before. Coming to the conclusion that it was just a spur of the moment thing and telling herself to ‘get over it’ she opened her eyes to see the lift doors opening.

Paris’s mouth dropped in shock as she saw JC look up at her from the ground. As he laid his eyes on her, the look in them was dark, but almost longing for her. She blushed as he stepped into the lift, pressing the button for the 24th floor.

Noticing him looking at her out of the corner of his eye she turned and faced him, still not saying a word. She noticed the droplets of water which were running down his skinny but extremely toned chest, his Mederteranian tan and his almost fluffy hair. Paris moved closer to him, causing JC to inhale a deep breath. She looked into his eyes, longing for his touch once again. Pulling his head down slowly, she let her lips hover, only centimeters from his. Staring into his eyes, she decided whether or not to continue. He nodded his head as if to say yes, like he read her mind. Paris leaned in ever so slowly and pressed her lips against JC’s. Hearing him moan she nudged his mouth open and let her tongue explore his mouth. Running her hands through is wet hair, he moved her so she was up against the wall. JC’s kisses got hungrier, more needy as he let his hands roam her body.

Hearing the ding as the doors opened, Paris pulled away slowly. Giving him a small smile she put her hands to her lips and walked out of the door slowly. Turning around she gave him a small wave.

“I’ll see you tonight” she said, watching the doors close.





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Anastasia stood by her bag, wrapped in her towel deciding what to wear. Seeing her shopping bags she jumped in delight

“Perfect” Anastasia said gleefully, pulling a brand new dress out of a Vera Wang bag

It was black and came just past her knees. A halter neck with a scoop neck line Anastasia had fallen inlove with it the moment she saw the large layered ruffles which started at the hips. Finding her black matching T-Bar heels, she laid the dress out on her bed and went to find out what Paris was wearing.





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Anastasia heard JC’s voice in the other room. Applying the last of her dark brown lipstick she switched the bathroom light off and walked out to greet everyone. She laughed as JC and Marat stood there, obviously pissed at each other.

“You boys call each other up and plan what you were going to wear tonight did you?” she said giving JC a kiss on the cheek then moving onto Marat. Giving him a kiss on the lips which lingered for a few moments before he whispered in her ear

“You look absolutely stunning” Anastasia felt tingles run across her skin as his stubbly face brushed across her cheek

“I can’t help it we both have good taste” JC said, trying to figure out what to do about the clothing situation

Both boys were dressed in dark denim jeans, a matching denim jacket, the only difference was that Marat’s top was white and JC’s black.

“Hmmmm let me see, there is no time for either of you to go and get changed so you will have to compromise” Anastasia said with her finger on her chin, stepping back to look at JC

Getting down on her knees she rolled the cuffs of JC’s jeans up, as they were a little to long for him.

“Staize, my mum did this when I was like 5” he complained

“Shut up, big cuffs look good ok!” she huffed back, getting up off the floor

Walking back to Marat she took a hard look at him aswell. Lifting his jacket collar up she left it so it sat upright

“I look like a fag” he said, pushing it back down

“Ohhh no you don’t, it looks fine, trust me” she said, smiling at her creations

“It’s not much but hey, it looks a little bit different?”

“What do you say Paris? You have been awfully quiet” Paris shrugged her shoulders

JC and Marat looked at each other then down at their clothes. Seeing Anastasia glaring at them with her hands on her hips, they changed their minds about changing their clothes back to normal.

“Can we go?” Paris spoke for the first time that evening

“No” Anastasia said sarcastically, grabbing the boys hands and dragging them out the door



Walking out into the warm night air, Marat took hold of Anastasia’s hand and she smiled at him. Walking ahead of JC and Paris they had to wait a few times for the pair to catch up

“You look beautiful tonight” JC said to Paris, letting his hand brush past hers

Pulling a face, she made a farting noise and made a thumbs down signal. She wasn’t wearing anything special. A deep red silk tank top and a matching knee length skirt, which was cut on an angle and a pair of red stilettos which tied up around her calves.

JC laughed

“Im serious, you look hot” he watched Paris blush, wanting so much to kiss her but not knowing if he should. He was still confused after their romp in the lift that afternoon.





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Stumbling out of the third bar of the evening, Anastasia giggled, feeling Marat wrap his arms around her waist she tried to walk with him right behind her.

“What should we do now?” JC asked, holding Paris’s waist in order to help her stand. She never did hold her alcohol well.

“Kaaaarrrreeeeooookkkkeeeeeee” Anastasia sang, throwing her hand forward and marched off

“Ohhhh not you don’t” Marat said, pulling her back into him and kissing her. She moaned as she felt his tongue massage hers.

“No kareoke, kareoke bad” Marat said, in between kisses

Anastasia grinned at him evilly and dragged him down the street. JC struggling to keep up with a stumbling Paris. Walking into what Marat thought was another bar, he saw what looked like two Japanese business men standing on stage. Anastasia burst out laughing as she heard them try and sing their best rendition of ‘We Built This City’ by Jefferson Starship. Soon the rest of the group was laughing and JC found a table, thanking god as he needed to sit Paris down.

“Right who wants what to drink?” Marat asked, still standing

“A White Russian” Anastasia licked her lips, thinking about the creamy drink

“You already have one of them, and if I do say so myself, he is as white as they come” JC said, cracking up at his own joke

Marat laughed at him and playfully punched his shoulder.

“Beer?” he asked JC questioningly, walking backwards

JC nodded and turned to see Paris staring at him. Out of no where she leaned in and grabbed his head, pulling his lips onto hers. Getting over the initial shock he soon returned her kiss. Anastasia sat there in pure shock as her best friend devoured JC.

“Not again” she groaned, hitting her head on the table

“Whoa baby, don’t do that, nasty in the morning” Marat said, walking back over with the drinks, almost dropping them at the sight he was faced with.

Looking at Anastasia questioningly she shook her head as if to say don’t worry and took a seat next to her. Passing Anastasia her drink he watched her take a sip. A bit of cream remained on the corner of her lip. Marat laughed and she looked at him oddly. Waving his finger infront of her face, he leaned down and kissed it off. Licking his lips once he was done. She smiled at him seductively whilst throwing an ice cube at Paris’s head. Seeing her pull away, JC and Paris looked like deers caught in headlights. Paris slinked away sheepishly and hid behind JC, leaving him to explain themselves. JC simply shrugged and pulled Paris out from behind him, resting his hand on her thigh. She motioned for someone to pass her the glass of water Marat had so kindly gotten her and took a large sip.

“I think it’s time someone got up there and sang” Anastasia said, pointing towards the empty mic.

“Not me” Paris hiccuped

“I have the perfect song for you boys, now get up there” Anastasia said shoving them out of their seats

They both groaned but knew there was no getting out of it now. Watching Anastasia walk up to the DJ they watched the DJ laugh as Anastasia said something, They stood on stage, worried and watched the smile grow on her face.

“Shes going to embarrass us, you know that don’t you?” JC informed his unsuspecting friend, who was trying to get the mic out of its holder.

Removing his, JC got Marat’s out to and they waited for the music to start. Anastasia sat back down and took another sip of her drink. Paris looked at her, trying to figure her friend out.

“What song did you choose this time?” Paris asked, laughing at the boys awkwardness on stage

“You will see” Anastasia replied simply, turning from her friend back to the stage

The music started and JC and Marat looked at each other. Not knowing what the song was. Thinking about it Marat finally realised and looked at JC in complete horror. Marat whispered the song to JC and he nodded his head laughing.

“Trust” he said

Seeing the words come across on the screen infront of them they launched into their song. Singing every second line.

“Im just mad about saffron” Marat sang quietly

“Saffron’s mad about me” JC mimicked

“Im-a just made about Saffron” Marat continued, a little louder this time.

He wasn’t going to let Anastasia get her jollies over this.

JC launched into the chorus and slapped Marat on the ass to join in aswell

“They call me mellow yellow” they sang in tune, well what they thought was

“Quite rightly” JC whispered

Anastasia sat there, tears streaming down her cheeks she was laughing so hard. Watching as JC got into the song and started walking across the stage, swaying his hips to the beat of the song. Marat soon loosened up and joined JC in his dancing. Making full use of the props on stage, the boys grabbed the mic stands and rubbed them selves up and down them. Paris’s stomach was in knots as she struggled to keep her breath.

“Electrical banana” they sang together, in a Boy George accent

“Ohhhhhhh my god!! Make them stop Anastasia” Paris yelped, clutching her stomach

Anastasia was laughing to hard to speak and just shook her head, no.

“They call me mellow yellow” Marat sang

“Ohh so mellow, ohh so mellow, ohh so mellooooowwwww” JC fell to his knees, his eyes closed as he held the last note for as long as he could.

Standing up Marat and JC linked hands and bowed. Flashing the crowed killer smiles they jumped off stage



“They loved me” JC said sitting down next to Paris

“Get over yourself boy, they loved you because you made a dick out of yourself” she said, laughing at him

JC shot Paris a dirty look but soon forgave her.

“You boys were wonderful, thank you, I have now had my jollies for this evening” Anastasia said, skulling the rest of her drink.

“Whos up for a bit of a rave?” Paris asked, slurring her ‘R’s’

“We just got here, give it halfa ok?!” Anastasia giggled, shaking her head at her friend

Marats raised his eyebrow and bent his head down towards Anastasias neck. Leaning in, she struggled to hear what he had to say. Giving up he kissed her neck slowly, nibbling softly in one spot and moving onto the next. Anastasia let her neck roll back and moaned in pleasure.





*******





“Do I get another lap dance” Marat said to her as they walked into Les Bains for the second time in 2 days

“What?” Anastasia exclaimed, looking at him oddly

“Thats what I said to you back at the kareoke bar, do I get another lap dance?” he laughed

Trying to figure out what he was talking about she saw him mouth a few words and pretend to rub himself. Blushing as she finally figured out what he was on about she slapped him across chest and laughed at him.

“You wish, maybe some other time big boy. Where did Paris and JC go?” she asked looking around

“Don’t know, they are big kids, they will look after themselves” Marat said, whisking her out on the dance floor

Anastasia watched gleefully as Marat tried to keep up with her. Realising the dress she had picked probably wasn’t the best to dance in she soon got over it and lifted it up a little so it rested just above her knees, letting her move more freely. She saw him looking at her feet, trying to figure out what it was she was doing and laughed. Signaling to him because the music was to loud to talk over, she showed him what to do and he soon picked it up. Dancing a little longer the song ended and Marat signaled that he needed a drink and they made their way to the bar. Hearing a song start, Anastasia wheeled Marat around and dragged him back towards the crowded floor.

“Whhhhyyyy?” he yelled, obviously tired

“Because it’s the best song ever” she yelled so he could hear her, letting go of him she began to rave once again.

[Annie]

Chapter 14



“How the hell do you expect people to keep up with you when you dance like that?” Marat asked Anastasia as they walked back into the hotel

“Most people usually can, it’s not my fault you cant perform” she said, looking up at him, trying to walk in a straight line at the same time

“Ohhh believe me I can perform, just not on the dance floor” Marat said slyly, looking at his watch.

5am. They had been out since 9 the night before and both of them were now clearly wasted.

“Ohhh really now, somehow I don’t believe you” Anastasia retorted playfully, placing her hand around his waist

“Well” Marat paused, letting the lift doors close

“I guess I will have to prove it to you?!” an intense stare formed on his face as he looked directly into her eyes

“You might just have to....” she said slowly, trailing off as Marat leaned down to kiss her.

Anastasia jumped up on him and wrapped her legs around his waist. Marat placing his hands on her butt to keep her from slipping. Hearing the doors open, Marat stumbled out to the lift still carrying Anastasia. Fumbling for her key, she finally managed to slip it in the key hole and Marat pushed the door open. She squealed as he kicked it shut and made a bee-line for the bedroom. He placed her down on the bed and took off his jacket before jumping on her. Anastasia laughed in delight as he did and let him place kisses all over her body. As he moved his way back towards her mouth she placed her index finger on his lip to stop him. He looked at her puzzled.

“We never had desert last night” she said, looking towards the phone on the bedside table, raising her eyebrow as she turned back to face Marat.

He grinned at her evilly and placed a swift kiss on her lips before bounding off her and picking up the phone. She got up and stood behind him. Leaning her head against his broad back, she listened to the vibration of his voice. Running her hands up the inside of his thighs she could feel him tense up and he placed a hand over one of hers. She let the other hand run over his noticeable bulge and stroked his tummy, then running her hand along the top of his jeans. Letting Marat turn around she looked from his waist up into his eyes. His look was dark.

Anastasia peeled his T-shirt off him and her mouth hung open as she gaped at his body. He laughed as she looked back up at him. Marat had her on the bed once again. Pinned under him she ran her hands over his firm chest and up over his toned shoulders. Her hands found the waist of his pants and in a few swift moves they too were on the floor next to his T-shirt. She felt his hands traveling up her dress again as his kisses intensified. Hearing a knock at the door Anastasia groaned in frustration and looked at Marat.

“It’s probably best that you get that, your dressed and ummmm” Marat trailed off looking down

Anastasia laughed at him and made her way to the door.



Seeing a dreary eyed bell boy holding a silver tray, Anastasia felt sorry for him. He looked at her oddly, her messy hair and twisted dress and she smiled and shrugged her shoulders at him.

“Cravings” she laughed, taking the tray out his hands and closing the door as he walked away. Stopping for a moment to see what Marat had ordered, a smile of pure evil crossed across her face and she made her way back to the bedroom, thinking of what she could do with the sweet delight.



Putting the tray down on the desk in the corner of the room, Anastasia took the bowl of chocolate mousse off and walked back towards the bed, her eyes on Marat the whole time. She dipped her finger in slightly and licked the mousse off it.

“Tasty” she said as she straddled his waist

Marat sat there in silence, watching her scoop up some mousse and lean into feed him. His eyes remained locked on her’s as he accepted the mouth full of mousse. Anastasia leaned down and kissed his lips. Savouring his taste mixed with the chocolate delight.

“Mmm” she mumbled against his lips and pulled back. Her eyes still locked on his.



She dipped the spoon in once again, pulling it out of the bowl and waving it slowly over Marat’s body she watched as a drop fell onto his firm chest. Marat sucked in a deep breath as the cold mousse hit his warm skin. Anastasia leaned down and slowly sucked the mousse off, feeling him take another sharp breath at the touch of her lips. Marat watched, puzzled as the familiar devilish grin that Anastasia possessed crossed her face. Marat stared at her as she put her finger in the mousse again, his eyes burning holes in her’s, wanting, needing to take action but frozen in anticipation. Feeling Marat getting more excited, Anastasia’s stomach knotted as she thought about what she was going to do. Placing her mousse covered finger on the tip of his nose, she dragged it down across his lips and over his chin and down his neck, running out as she reached his collar bone. He chuckled as she dipped her finger in again and started from where she had left off. She concentrated on the trail she was making her finger turning from cold to hot as it traveled further down his chest. She traced his belly button and dipped her finger again leaving a thick, short trail which stopped just above his boxer briefs. Anastasia watched him take a deep breath again, she smiled to her self, proud of the effect that she was having over him. Marat reached his arms around her back and tried almost desperately to pull her towards his mouth but she resisted. Seeing the needy look in his eyes, she felt a sense of longing wash over her. She longed for his kiss and although she knew she could have it, there was something that was holding her back. Anastasia let Marat slip her dress over her head, revealing her black underwear. Noticing that Marat couldn’t take it much longer Anastasia decided to get back to what she had planned. She shuffled down until she was at eye level with his waist band and peeked up at him and grinned, biting her lip for a moment. She knew exactly what she was doing to him as the evidence was only a few centimeters infront of her face. Letting her tongue snake out of her mouth slowly, she watched him look down at her, taking another sharp breath, anticipating her touch, yearning for it.



Using the tip of her tongue, she lightly flicked it over the base of the mousse trail, folding the waist band of his boxer briefs over and placing soft kisses along where the waistband once sat. She let it slap back against his hips and started on the trail again. Teasing her way up, Marat practically forced her to move along, making her way further up she used a little more tongue, licking ever so slowly, the chocolate now warm from his body heat. Anastasia made it to his neck, feeling him arch it back, she nibbled at his soft skin, hearing him let out a gasp, suprised at what she was doing, his small groans became louder and longer.

“Ohhh goooddd” he mumbled as she sucked slowly and tenderly on the skin she had just nibbled.

She could feel his hands now working their way around her body, intensifying her breathing with every touch. As their lips finally found each others, his grip tightened, afraid that she would leave him forever. Feeling his strong hands pull her lower body down onto his, Anastasia groaned into his mouth. Pulling away so she could finish the trail, she heard Marat mumble in protest and quickly kissed away the mousse that remained on his chin and his nose. She leaned over him, her hair framing both their faces, he leaned up and began to kiss her chest and stomach. Marat rolled Anastasia over and for the first time since they had entered her room, he was in control. He kissed his way down her body, leaving a tingling sensation everytime his lips touched her smooth skin. “Tease” she wailed as he made his way around her body, taking his sweet ass time

Marat laughed evilly

“Suffer” he growled as his lips found her’s again.

Anastasia melted. Letting him have his way with her. He was no longer in her world, she was in his now.



*******



Paris opened her eyes lazily, and looked around the dark room. It didn’t look familiar. Sitting up slowly she grabbed her head and moaned in pain. Feeling the sheets moving across her she looked over to see a sleeping figure next to her.

“What the?” she mumbled, seeing JC’s messy hair poking out from under the white sheet, which was pulled high up over his body.

She froze.

Slowly pulling the sheet up, she gasped, seeing she had no clothes on.

“We couldn’t have?”

“Could we?” she mumbled to herself, struggling to remember the events of the previous night

“JC....JC” she whispered, shaking him roughly so he would wake up

He rolled over and opened his eyes.

“Paris? What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice croaky and his eyes barely able to stay open

It was obvious he didn’t remember either

“Are you dressed?” she asked, holding the sheet closer to her

JC looked under the sheet, looking back at her, his cheeks turning a light shade of red

“No”

“We didn’t...did we?” he asked, sitting up and running his hands through his hair

“Put two and two together JC, your naked, Im naked and we are in the same bed” Paris said, looking away

“Ohhh” he laughed slightly

“Well it seems we had a good night then didn’t we?” he laughed harder

Paris turned back to him and smiled smugly

“Yeah....I guess we did”

“What happened last night? I don’t even remember coming back here” he asked, sitting up and stretching

“I remember last night, but I don’t remember coming back here” Paris said, her expression thoughtful

“I remember you being all over me” JC snickered

Paris let her jaw drop in horror

“Me all over you, it was so the other way around!” she demanded, hitting him on he arm

“It so was not, you jumped me at the kareoke bar!” JC exclaimed

“Whatever” Paris mumbled

“Do you think Im complaining?!” JC said seriously, pulling Paris closer to him. She still had her arms crossed across her chest to keep the sheet up and a sour look on her face

“I don’t know? Are you?” she muttered

“Of course Im not. I just spent what was probably an amazing night with a beautiful woman. It would have been great if I could remember what went on though!” he smiled at her

“You were with another girl?! Im stung Juan Carlos” Paris pouted jokingly

“Don’t be stupid” he laughed, giving her a small kiss on the lips

“So” Paris said, an awkward silence now present between the two

“What happens now? Do we dismiss it like every other time or do we continue in a quest for whatever?” she said in a funny voice

Hoping that JC would say that he wanted to be with her, she held her breath until he spoke

“You know it’s funny, the other night in the restaurant, I was looking at you and thinking about how we had been together before, and I realised that it was you who I wanted. But banished the thought from my mind because I knew there was no hope. Then when you kissed me in the lift, I thought maybe there was a chance because for once we weren’t drunk, you sure do know how to confuse a man you know that! I would like to see you again, and I don’t mean as friends this time” he winked playfully

Paris smiled at him sweetly before her smile turned devious. He looked at her confused and his eyes widened as he watched her turn herself over and lean over him.

“Whoa....I didn’t expect this so early in the morning” he said happily, as Paris leaned in and kissed him, deeply and hungrily.



******



“Hmmm looks like you missed a spot” Marat giggled tiredly, looking down as his chest where Anastasia was resting her head

“What?” she asked confused

“Ohhh” she laughed softly as she saw some remnants of her dessert

She smiled back lazily and let her head rest against his chest again

“What time are you leaving?” Anastasia mumbled, her eyes opening and closing as she struggled to stay awake

“Around 2” he replied, his eyes too, struggling to stay open

“Ohhh right” Anastasia said, stroking her index finger up and down his belly, he fidgeted softly, trying to not to squirm at the tickling sensation

“How much longer are you in Paris for?” Marat asked, his hands intertwining with her hair as he massaged her head softly

“Couple more days” she smiled, the feeling of Marat rubbing her head was sending her into a light sleep He watched her eyes flutter closed and smiled to himself. “Your beautiful, you know that?” he whispered softly “Mmhmmm” she replied poking her tongue out at him as she shuffled up and lay next to him on the pillow, letting out small yawn “Go back to sleep love, I will wake you in a couple of hours” Marat smiled at her, pushing her out of her face

“No, it’s ok” she said, trying to muffle another yawn

He laughed at her and she giggled back

“I can’t help it, you wore me out” she grinned deviously

“Ohh really?” he grinned back

“Yup” she smiled, before letting her eyes shut slowly, the sound of Marats breathing sending her back to sleep.



Marat made sure the Anastasia was in a deep slumber before moving him self carefully from her light grasp. Looking around the floor for his underwear he finally found them and pulled them, stretching his tall frame as he stood up. He looked back at Anastasia, smiling at her sleeping figure thoughtfully and walked into the bathroom.



*******



“I’ll see you soon” JC said, placing small kisses on Paris’s lips playfully.

“Sure will” she winked as she walked away, stumbling down the hall, slightly tipsy still

JC laughed at her and waved as she rounded the corner.

As she waited for lift Paris smiled to herself, before squealing and clapping her hands together excitedly. Hearing the ding she hoped in, humming a tune to herself, a smiled radiating off her face.

“Wonder where Anastasia and Marat got to last night?” she mumbled to herself, rifling through her handbag to make sure she had the key to her room



Paris pushed the door open to see Marat making a coffee in his jocks. Her jaw dropped as she looked him up and down.

“Morning Marat, Marat jnr” she acknowledged his slightly large member jokingly

He smiled at her sarcastically and hid behind the kitchen bench a little more, a little embarrassed by her snide remark

“How was your night?” he asked as she made her way to her room

She turned back and smiled at him

“Good, but it obviously wasn’t as good as yours” she said, pointing at the chocolate still on his chest, and smirking at him before entering her room



Marat looked down and licked his finger so he could wipe it away. Picking up his mug he walked over to the couch and sat down, letting his legs stretch out over the arms and turned on the TV. A replay of the final from the previous day was on, he watched a couple of points and sighed.

“It could have been you you idiot” he said harshly under his breath

“Don’t be so hard on yourself” Paris said walking back out of her room and taking a seat on the couch next to his

“Huh? Ohh” Marat said, looking down at his coffee and taking a sip

“Your young, there will be plenty more opportunities” she smiled at him

“Staize still sleeping?” she asked looking around

“Yeah, she said I wore her out” he laughed

“Ok...so don’t want to know” Paris said, screwing up her face

“So whats up with you and Juan Carlos?” Marat snickered

“I didn’t expect what I saw last night”

“Nothing....much” she smiled to herself again

“Can you do me a favour and put some pants on?” Paris laughed

Marat looked down his body then back at her

“You shouldn’t be looking”

“Im not!” Paris exclaimed, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink

Marat laughed

“It’s just..”

“Augh” she huffed, and got off the chair, walking to her room as fast as she could, the sound of Marat laughing loudly echoing behind her



*********



“Have you got everything?” Anastasia asked.

She sat on Marat’s bed as he shoved his clothes into his bag. Pulling them out and folding them for him. She hated creased clothes.

“Yeah I think so” he said as she put the last pair of shorts on top and closed the bag, looking around his room for signs of anything he could have forgotten and took a seat next to her

“I spoke to Paris this morning”

“Did you? She wasn’t there when I woke up, damn woman. Where has she been?” Anastasia asked, falling back and laying on the bed

“Two words. Juan Carlos” Marat laughed looking down at her

Anastasia shot back up and looked at Marat in disbelief

“They didn’t....” she gasped, still shock

“I don’t know but she came back in this morning, asked if her if she had a good night and she smiled at me smugly then I asked her what was going on she said nothing......much” Marat shrugged

“I will never understand those two” she said, shaking her head

“Huh?” Marat asked

“Ohh, they have been together heaps of times before, but never, you know. I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later” she said, giving him a unsuspected kiss on the cheek.

He looked at her oddly before leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on her lips. Wrapping her arms around his neck Anastasia fell back on the bed, Marat following. She let her nails massage his head, Marat groaning in her mouth as a result. There was a knock at the door and they pulled apart.

“That will be Amit” Marat mumbled, looking into Anastasia’s eyes and giving her a quick kiss on the lips

“Up you get then” she said, tapping his butt softly

Marat got up and held out his hand to help Anastasia up

“Whoa!” she grabbed his arm to steady her self

“Dizzy spell” she said, shutting her eyes tightly then opening them again

“Sorry!” Marat said, looking at her sheepishly

“Don’t be it’s not your fault” she smiled at him, a knock at the door sounded again

“Im coming!” Marat yelled



*******



Paris and JC walked into the lobby to see Marat and Anastasia standing at the reception desk. Anastasia sitting on Marat’s bags with her head propped up in her hands talking to Amit.

“Marat must be going” JC said

“Well duh” Paris laughed, dragging him over to them



Anastasia saw JC and Paris walking towards her and smiled evilly

“Morning you two” she said cheerfully

Marat turned towards them and nodded a hello before turning back to talk to the reception lady

“Morning beautiful” JC said, giving her a kiss on the cheek

Anastasia looked at their intertwined hands and back at them, biting on her tongue and trying not to smile

JC laughed

“Yes, what you are thinking is right” he said, wrapping his arms around Paris’s waist

“I knew this would happen. It was only a matter of time” she smiled happily

“I thought I was going to be old and grey by the time you guys finally decided to get together”

“Your such a dick” Paris laughed

“Well, Im ready” Marat said, interrupting the group

Anastasia pouted and linked her hand with his

“It was nice meeting you Marat” Paris said, giving him a kiss on the cheek

“Yeah, you too” he smiled back

“Catchya around dude” JC said, shaking hands with Marat

“I’ll be back up later, Im getting a bite to eat after I say good bye to Marat” Anastasia told Paris as she followed Marat outside to his car



“I’ll see you in a couple of days ok?” Marat smiled, placing a kiss on Anastasia’s nose

She nodded her head and smiled back at him

“Boy am I glad I know JC, I knew he was good for something” Marat laughed

She looked at him oddly, waiting for an explanation

“Well if I didn’t know him, I probably never would have met you” he continued

“Mmmm, thumbs up for Bella” Anastasia giggled, leaning up to kiss him

“Now off you go” she said

“I’ll call you” Marat said, getting in the car and slamming the door behind him

“Ooopss” he laughed as he rolled down the window

“Cya sexy” he winked before driving away

Anastasia stood there, one arm crossed across her waist, the other giving him a small wave good bye. She watched until the car disappeared and clapped her hands together. Looking up and down the street for a place to eat, she decided on the small cafe that Marat had taken her to the day before.

[Annie]

Chapter15



Anastasia laughed as Paris spun the trolley around in circles. Sitting ontop of their bags, she shrieked and tightened her grip as Paris spun around faster and faster.

“Slow down” she wailed, feeling the food in her stomach starting to rise

Thanking god when Paris finally stopped, Anastasia looked up to see Marat laughing at them. She got off the trolley and stumbled as the ground spun beneath her feet. Feeling hands on her waist, she looked up to see Marat smiling down at her. Anastasia smiled back and leaned up placing a soft kiss that lingered on his lips.

“Missed you” he said, looking deep into her eyes

“It’s been two days” she laughed

“Yes, that’s two days to much for me” Marat pouted like a little boy

“Your to cute” she giggled, pinching his cheek

Marat gave Anastasia swift kiss and took the trolley from Paris. Making sure the girls were following him, he made his way outside

“How many suitcases did you leave with?” Marat asked, weaving his way through the parked cars

“1 each” Anastasia said slowly, looking at Paris

“1 each?! There are 4 suitcase here! What the hell did you buy?” Marat exclaimed

“Heh...well umm, we went a little crazy I guess?” Anastasia shrugged as Paris looked away

“I think so, now I just have to figure out how we are going to fit these in the car” Marat laughed as he popped the boot

“Quit complaining, they will fit” Anastasia scolded as she pulled the seat forward so Paris could hop in.



*****



Marat looked up in awe as he drove his car up Anastasia’s driveway. Infront of him stood a three story Mederterainian mansion.

“And I thought Paris’s house was big!” he gasped, parking his car and getting out

Anastasia laughed as she helped him carry her bags inside. Hearing Marat continue to mumble about the size of her house she stopped and took a look at it. It was much bigger than her house in Russia. She looked at the balcony which came off her room and saw the sheer white curtains blowing out of the open French doors. Maria must have opened them she thought to her self. Marat laughed as she struggled to find her key in her handbag. Anastasia continued to search before finally giving up. Throwing her hands in the air in frustration, she watched in horror as Marat turned the door handle and watched the door open slowly

“Screw you” she muttered playfully, dragging her bags inside

“Ahhh it’s good to be home” she said, taking in a deep breath, smiling at the familiar and comforting smell of her house

“My god!” Marat exclaimed

“It’s even bigger inside” he looked around, eyes wide open in amazement

Anastasia rolled her eyes at him and he pouted. Taking his hand in her, she dragged him into the kitchen.

“Miss Chasez, you are home” Maria said, getting up from her seat at the kitchen table

“How was your holiday?” she asked, looking over Anastasia’s shoulder at Marat

“It was great. Paris and I had a ball”

“Ohh this is Marat, Marat this is Maria” she said, noticing the old woman wanted an introduction

“Nice to meet you” Marat said, sticking out his hand to shake hers

“He your new boy?” Maria asked curiously

Anastasia laughed and nodded

Maria looked Marat up and down. Nodding her head approvingly in the process. He shifted in his spot uncomfortably as the lady continued to stare at him.

“You be good to my precious Anastasia you hear me?” Maria said, her tone strict and demanding

Marat gulped and nodded his head slowly, only to find the old lady laughing at him.

“You always bring home the good looking ones love. But they are always so gullible” Maria quipped, walking out of the kitchen

Laughing as she jumped up to sit on the kitchen bench, Anastasia watched Marat breathe a sigh of relief. Holding out her hands she pulled him over to her.

“Want anything to eat? Drink?” Marat remained quiet and shook his head

“Don’t worry about Maria, she does that all the time” Anastasia laughed, kissing him on the nose as she jumped back off the counter and headed towards the fridge.

After searching for a while Anastasia finally found what she was looking for

“A-Ha!” she yelled, pulling a block of white chocolate out of the fridge

“Knew there was some in here somewhere” she continued, taking Marat’s hand, she lead him back out into the foyer and up the huge staircase.

“Now I know why you have no ass” Marat laughed as he reached the top, puffing the slightest bit

“Hey! I have an ass” Anastasia mumbled through a mouth full of chocolate

Marat let out a huge laugh but stopped as quick as he started as he saw the death stare that Anastasia was penetrating in his direction.

“And such a nice ass it is” he said biting his bottom lip, in an attempt to suck up to her

“You mind if I take a shower? I was going to have one at the club after training but by the time I finished I had to go and pick you up now didn’t I?” Marat asked, following her into her room

Anastasia sniffed him playfully. Pulling a sour face as she tugged at his T-shirt.

“Probably a good idea” she giggled

“Thank you, I will go and get my bag” he said, halfway to the door

“Don’t be silly, go and have your shower. I will get it for you” Anastasia held out her hand for his keys

“Clean towels are in the cupboard under the sink” she called already halfway down the stairs



Marat walked into her bathroom. It’s black and white decor matched the black and white of her bedroom. Turning on the water, he stripped down and hopped into the shower. The cool water felt good against his warm skin. He closed his eyes and let the water run over him.



******



Locking Marat’s car Anastasia saw her dad driving up the street. Putting Marat’s large bag down she waited for her father to get home.

“How is my princess?” Louis asked, getting out of his car

“Im fine daddy, and how are you? Looking after yourself I hope?” she said sternly, giving him a huge hug

“Im good, and yes, I have been looking after myself, Maria made sure of that” he laughed slightly, trailing off as he saw the blue Mercedes’ parked further up the drive.

“I didn’t know you knew Marat?” he questioned, pointing at the car

“Yes, well...I met him in Paris” she replied pausing

“Ohhh I see how it is.” he laughed, wrapping his arms around his daughter and leading her inside.

“Haha yeah...” Anastasia trailed off as they stopped at the bottom of the stairs

“Im glad. He’s a good man” Louis remarked, giving his daughter a kiss on the cheek before walking into his office.



“Bag is outside the door” Anastasia said, banging on the door

“Thanks sexy” came Marat’s distant reply

The bathroom door opened and he dragged the bag back inside. Lying down on the bed Anastasia sank into the thick doona and the large pillows. Her body threatening her with sleep. It didn’t seem like such a bad idea. Her eyes fluttered closed and she snuggled deeper into the pillows before grabbing one and hugging it.



*****



Opening her eyes, Anastasia saw Marat standing at the side of her bed, towering over her with his head cocked to one side. Her eyes widened as she looked at his body up and down. Jeans. That was it. She followed a small droplet of water as it fell down his chest. Beginning to undress him with her eyes, Anastasia quickly hid her head behind one of the large oversized pillows.

“Why are you hiding from me?” Marat wailed, jumping on her and pushing the pillows away so her could see her

Looking into his eyes she smirked

“Cos I was having naughty thoughts” she laughed, resting her hands on the top of his jeans

“I can have naughty thoughts to you know” Marat winked, which caused Anastasia to burst out laughing

He looked at her in confusion which made her laugh harder

“What?” Marat demanded

“It’s just the way you said it” she managed to get out

“Your accent” she continued to laugh

Marat pouted

“Awww don’t be like that gorgeous. I think it’s cute” Anastasia said in a soft tone. The giggles subsiding

“I don’t do cute” Marat crossed his arms across his chest and frowned

“Ok-ok, it’s sexy, I think it’s sexy” Anastasia laughed

“Much better” Marat said, running his fingers across her tummy

“So how about those naughty thoughts?” Anastasia asked, wiggling her eyebrows

Marat raised his eyebrow back at her and laughed evilly

“Wouldn’t you like to know” he laughed, jumping her and running out the door

“You can’t do that!” Anastasia yelled, leaping off the bed after him

“I can do what I want” he replied gleefully, skipping every second stair as he ran to get away from her