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The Love of Ivan	By : miladygrimm Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Iron Man Views: 3144 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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((Squee, this story has just been pouring out of me…euphemism implied. Anywho. Thank you once again to the dear LadyAura and Gothicpug. Your words are the reason this chapter came by so fast. ))
Sylvia lay there afterwords. Her breath was coming in shallow gasps and her body was tingling with fading orgasm. “Ivan…” She whispered rolling over to snuggle him. His arm snaked around her and he heaved her close. She buried her nose in his good shoulder and sighed softly.
Sylvia had not been a virgin. Truth be known Mike had been the only man she had slept with and that had been enough to put her off of sex for a good long while. Mike had been…less than interesting in the bedroom.
She could have set a clock to their encounters. First he‘d give her a kiss, then he‘d pull down her pants and use one finger to rub her clitoris, and not in a fun way. She was always dry when Mike started playing with her and the rubbing had only hurt. Then after about 20 or so little circles he‘d ask her to rub him. No licking, no sucking, just stroke him. He had told her in the beginning that he had no interest in oral sex. At first she hadn’t thought she did either. Good Girls just don’t do that sort of thing.
Sylvia found she did have an interest in that sort of thing but had been far to ashamed to admit it.
Then when he was ready he would lay on the bed and let her ride him. He would clasp his hands behind his head and just…..lay there.
It had been completely unfulfilling. The worst part was everyone had thought they were such a happy couple. Perfect for each other. They hadn’t been together three months when everyone started talking about Syl and Mike getting married. He was the kind of guy a lot of girls wanted. He was Pre-Law, smart, he didn’t hit her or raise his voice. She had thought she loved him. No, that wasn't true. She had thought that she was supposed to love him.
But now she lay here, tucked in the arms of a very different man. Ivan was on his side facing her. His eyes were half-closed, his black and white hair pulled back from his face in unwashed tangles, golden teeth, plethora of ink, dark skin….and she found herself more in love with Ivan in one moment than she had been with Mike in their entire relationship.
“Ivan…It’s never been like that for me.”
He whispered something softly back in that rolling and harsh language, his arm pulling her closer still.
“What was that?”
“You are…precious…in my heart,” he whispered.
She smiled and linked her fingers around his neck. She asked the only question she could ask. “What are we going to do now? We can’t exactly hide out here forever.”
“No,” he said sitting up completely. He moved her around till she could pillow her head upon his thigh. “No we must go….back to my home.”
“Russia?”
He nodded and tugged gently on a lock of her hair, “Da.” He smirked, “You look worried.”
“I don’t speak Russian.” Or know anything about Russia. She added in her mind.
“What you speak?”
“English…and a little bit of German.”
“I don’t speak German.” He said with a smirk.
“Good, now I can mumble things that you wont understand.” She said poking him in the chest. “See how you like it.”
He chuckled and pressed his lips to her forehead. “Ya palyubIl tebyA s pErvava vzglyAda”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.” She said, smiling and snuggling close anyway. “But…I don’t know anything about Russia. I have never been there. I wouldn’t know what to do or…anything.”
“Do you want stay?” he asked his eye crinkling with curiosity.
She thought about that. Did she want to stay here? Where Ivan might be seen by the magnificent Tony Stark and his wide reaching Iron Man persona? No…no she didn’t. And she was not about to let him go by himself. She didn’t think she could let him go. Was that insane? Yes. But it was also true.
“No, Ivan I don’t want to stay.”
“Good. I no let you anyway,” he said solemnly.
“Let me?”
“Mm” He said with a nod. “I could knock out, take you back…would.” He said flatly. It wasn’t quite a threat.
The American woman in her blanched at the thought. A less modern part of her enjoyed the idea that he might want her with him so much he’d take her with him no matter what she said. “Why?” She asked.
He took in a deep breath and let it out sharply. “You belong with me,” he said hauling her up till she was sitting naked in his lap. She felt his manhood stir but he seemed less interested in sex and more interested in making her understand. “Sylvaska…I am not good man. I did not believe woman good for anything but quick…” He struggled for the right word.
“Fuck?” Sylvia supplied.
“Da.” He said with a nod, “Good fuck. Good for one time use. Longer they stay…more thing change. They get in way. They want things. Use up money. Get fat and old.”
Sylvia gave him an angry look and tried to get out of his lap. “You ass,” she said pushing against his chest. Her struggling however seemed only to excite his member more. She could feel it pressing more firmly against her buttocks.
Unoffended he grabbed her wrists and circled them up behind her back. “Sylvaska…” he whispered softly in her ear, the way a good horse trainer might speak to a fidgety horse, “I want you,” he said harshly.
She gave him an angry stare, “I can feel that.”
“I do not mean…like that.”
She raised her brow back at him, “Oh really?’
“Not only like that. I want you.” He dragged a hand through his hair in frustration. “Want see you wearing heavy furs in wintertime. I want see you smile when I walk into room. I want to hold you to keep you warm. I want to see you get angry with me for stupid things. I want you to grow round with my child, and cook dinner, kiss me when I angry.” He said struggling to keep her in place.
“Fah, you want some slave woman.”
“You are difficult,” he said throwing his weight forward so that she landed on the bed with him on top of her. The air whooshed from her lungs and she struggled against his iron grasp. “Damnit, Ivan. Let me up.” She was aware that his length was pressed right against her very naked womanhood.
“Nyet!” He snapped with a shake of his head. “You need understand.”
“Understand what?” She snapped back.
“I love you,” he growled; half frustration, half desperation. “You think I want you be a stupid housewoman. I don’t. I want keep you safe…in my home. Difference.”
She felt she had gone wrong somewhere during this argument. She wasn’t entirely sure how to tell him that being a housewife was frowned upon in the good ol’ U.S. of A. She wasn’t sure that she would even mind being a housewife. However, even she could see she was getting upset over nothing right now. But she couldn’t stop it.
“I don’t see a difference.”
“I show you,” he said and angled is hips forward.
She felt the thick blunt tip of him push against her flower petal labia and she squirmed. “Ivan, this is not the time for this, we are arguing.”
“Best time,” he said flatly, clearly he was not going to stop.
She wasn’t entirely sure she wanted him to. “Ivan…” She argued, but there wasn’t as much fight in the words as there should have been because he was pressing himself deeper.
Their first coupling he had simply been inside of her. Now she could feel how long and thick he was as he entered her inch by inch. She hadn’t been ready but she was still wet from their earlier encounter. She was looser than she had been the first time, but he was working her open all over again. One hand held her wrists down above her head, the other began a long slow trail down her side, tickling her. She giggled at the sensation and squirmed. He made a low groan in his throat and she squirmed again, harder.
“Nyet.” He growled pressing his hip harder down. “I show you…I show you difference.”
She wasn’t entirely sure what he was trying to show her other than the fact she was a slave to her physical desires. She stopped squirming and felt him sheath himself completely in her. Then he pushed harder, as if he wanted to get deeper inside of her.
“Ivan…” she whispered once more feeling him push against the deepest parts of her.
He didn’t answer her. He started to circle his hips, stirring his length inside of her and she found she couldn’t talk anymore, she couldn’t breath, couldn’t think. He rubbed himself everywhere in her. Sylvia was the cup and Ivan was filling her to the brim.
She felt a low heat build as the tip of him found that magical spot deep inside. She must have made some sound because he began to move back and forth rubbing his length across that spot. She was seeing spots, she looked up and he was watching her.
His eyes were soft. His gaze lingered on her face and that look filled with something amorphous and beautiful. His thumb ran over her cheek ever so lightly as if she was something precious and she got it. She finally got it. He wanted her in his home where he could watch over her. The way a man watched over a woman before women forgot how wonderful it could be to not have to protect herself. Where she could be the comfort where he could show his weakness. It wasn’t failing, to be a wife…it was a strength all its own. She surrendered to him. She relaxed her legs and it let him slide just a little deeper.
“Ivan!” She cried out, starting to close her eyes, feeling them begin to fill with tears.
“Look at me, Sylvaska.” He grunted. “Look.”
Sylvia looked up her eyes meeting his, and she saw all the warmth there that a woman could hope for. She watched him break. She wasn’t the only one who was beginning to understand what this might mean for both of them.
She was crying, she was crying because she was in love and he loved her back. She saw a need in his face that had nothing to do with the way their bodies mated, but a need for warmth, something that wasn’t cold and callus. She twisted her hands in his grasp to hold the fingers that held her down and he broke. He pushed deeper with his body as if he could bury his soul in her body. He made a tiny sound as a single tear slid down his cheek, and landed upon her breast.
She arched herself against him, and in perfect unison, they climaxed.

Translation-
Ya palyubIl tebyA s pErvava vzglyAda- I fell in love with you at first sight.
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