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Despite the summer warmth of the daytime, when night fell on St. Petersburg, it brought with it a chill that was crisp and refreshing to a tired mind. Natalya had acquiesced to Rhys' request to visit a certain hilltop outside the city, with one slight alteration to the plan - he was driving. At some point during the afternoon, she had had his Mustang transferred to the hotel garage, putting herself entirely in his hands with only a few directions here and there to keep him on track as he drove from the city and out into the green that surrounded St. Petersburg. The hill rose ahead of them, a gentle incline seemingly abandoned by everyone who had taken advantage of the sunshine during the day. It was quiet and still, and just as she had said, the stars sparkled like diamonds set in midnight velvet above them, clear and sharp.
The sadness of the past that had dampened both their moods earlier in the day seemed to have passed, or at least, neither was willing to delve further into the discussion that had ended without being completely discussed or decided. They had spent the remainder of the afternoon wandering the city on foot, hand in hand like young lovers. Natalya had answered all Rhys' questions, and he'd had quite a few, pointing out this place or that and giving him a brief history lesson, like any good tour guide. They weren't really planning on staying in the city long, and Rhys wasn't sure if they'd ever be back. They'd returned to their hotel for dinner and to grab jackets and keys before heading out again, and once Rhys got behind the wheel of the Mustang, he was in heaven.
Settled beside him as he drove away from the brightness of the city into the relative darkness of the country beyond, Natalya felt herself relaxing once again. The precious little box they had gone to so much trouble to retrieve was nestled in a pocket of her coat, close to hand but out of sight. And for the first time since they'd come back to Russia, she felt on an even keel, humming softly to herself as she watched the fields pass them by on either side. "This was a good idea, dusha moya."
At first he thought she meant the trip to St. Petersburg, but he quickly realized she meant the drive away from the chaos of the city to a place where they could enjoy the peace and serenity the evening offered. It felt good to be behind the wheel again, and even better that the car he was driving was almost an exact duplicate of the car he'd loved most. He still couldn't get over the fact that she'd found one so close to his old Mustang, but for the color. "We should go on a road trip sometime. Just you and me. Hell, I'll even let you drive, if you want." He tossed a teasing smirk her way, wondering what she might think of the idea. There were still a lot of things he hadn't seen, a lot of places he hadn't been, on both sides of the pond.
"My goodness, milaya," she chuckled fondly, pleased by how much he seemed to be in love with his new car already. "You have not had it for a full twenty-four hours and already you are offering me the wheel" I am honored." It felt good to be teasing him, and to be teased, once again, after the emotional turmoil of the day. Away from the city, everything seemed to be more peaceful, more in control. She would have to hold onto that feeling until they were away from St. Petersburg altogether.
"No," he started. "I am offering you the wheel if and when we go on a road trip. Not now. It's too early for that. We're just getting acquainted, she and I. Right, baby?" he asked the car, leaning a little bit forward to give the dashboard an affectionate pat. "I'm not too sure about the green yet, but maybe it'll grow on me."
She giggled at his quick clarification of his offer, crossing her ankles comfortably. "I maintain, it is a horrible color," was her take on the shade the car had arrived in. "But it would not take much to have her sprayed black. My Jaguar came in bubblegum pink with electric blue racing stripes when I bought her. That was revolting."
He barked a laugh at the thought of her Jag being covered in such a ridiculous color. "Now that is horrible," he agreed. "Who owned it before you, Barbie?" He asked, assuming she knew who Barbie was. "I still can't believe you managed to find one in such good shape. It must have cost a small fortune." He pulled the car off to the side of the road as they reached the top of the hill and shut the engine down. "You sure it's okay if we park here a while?" He wasn't normally too concerned about such things, but he didn't want any trouble tonight.
"It is fine," she promised him as he drew the car to a halt. "For the next thirty hours or so, this is our land. No one can throw us off it." She hadn't told him how much land the Pimenov family owned around Russia yet, and she was unlikely to tell him the whole of it. Her family had been prominent in the Imperial nobility, though they had long since sold their title. Centuries of power had given them too much land and too much wealth, and to be honest, it was a relief to be shedding that part of her past.
He arched a brow at her, not quite grasping her meaning. In fact, he had absolutely no clue what she was talking about. Did she mean that her family actually owned the land they were standing on, or rather, that the car was parked on' "You really don't plan on ever coming back here, do you?" he asked as he put the car in park and turned off the engine.
"Never," she said quietly. "My life, my future, is with you. There are too many ghosts here for me to ever feel safe. Even what memories I have of my mother are tainted, but I will never feel unsafe when I think of her, or of my brother. But Natasha, she has a future here, when she is released. I do not wish to be within her reach. Ever."
He absorbed her answer in silence. There was no point in arguing with her about it or in trying to change her mind. If she ever wanted to come back here for some reason, nothing was stopping her, but there was no point in discussing it further, and he didn't want to reopen the wounds that just seemed to be healing. How could he argue with her when she put it that way' St. Petersburg represented a past she wanted to forget; he was her future. That much he understood. He smiled softly at her from the driver's seat. "Come on. Someone promised to show me the stars."
"Just someone" Perhaps I should have called one of the professors from the university to give you a little guided tour of the skies," she teased, setting the moment of solemnity to one side as he smiled at her. Leaning over, she kissed him fondly. "Out," she chuckled. "The view is better without a roof in the way."
Despite the summer warmth of the daytime, when night fell on St. Petersburg, it brought with it a chill that was crisp and refreshing to a tired mind. Natalya had acquiesced to Rhys' request to visit a certain hilltop outside the city, with one slight alteration to the plan - he was driving. At some point during the afternoon, she had had his Mustang transferred to the hotel garage, putting herself entirely in his hands with only a few directions here and there to keep him on track as he drove from the city and out into the green that surrounded St. Petersburg. The hill rose ahead of them, a gentle incline seemingly abandoned by everyone who had taken advantage of the sunshine during the day. It was quiet and still, and just as she had said, the stars sparkled like diamonds set in midnight velvet above them, clear and sharp.
The sadness of the past that had dampened both their moods earlier in the day seemed to have passed, or at least, neither was willing to delve further into the discussion that had ended without being completely discussed or decided. They had spent the remainder of the afternoon wandering the city on foot, hand in hand like young lovers. Natalya had answered all Rhys' questions, and he'd had quite a few, pointing out this place or that and giving him a brief history lesson, like any good tour guide. They weren't really planning on staying in the city long, and Rhys wasn't sure if they'd ever be back. They'd returned to their hotel for dinner and to grab jackets and keys before heading out again, and once Rhys got behind the wheel of the Mustang, he was in heaven.
Settled beside him as he drove away from the brightness of the city into the relative darkness of the country beyond, Natalya felt herself relaxing once again. The precious little box they had gone to so much trouble to retrieve was nestled in a pocket of her coat, close to hand but out of sight. And for the first time since they'd come back to Russia, she felt on an even keel, humming softly to herself as she watched the fields pass them by on either side. "This was a good idea, dusha moya."
At first he thought she meant the trip to St. Petersburg, but he quickly realized she meant the drive away from the chaos of the city to a place where they could enjoy the peace and serenity the evening offered. It felt good to be behind the wheel again, and even better that the car he was driving was almost an exact duplicate of the car he'd loved most. He still couldn't get over the fact that she'd found one so close to his old Mustang, but for the color. "We should go on a road trip sometime. Just you and me. Hell, I'll even let you drive, if you want." He tossed a teasing smirk her way, wondering what she might think of the idea. There were still a lot of things he hadn't seen, a lot of places he hadn't been, on both sides of the pond.
"My goodness, milaya," she chuckled fondly, pleased by how much he seemed to be in love with his new car already. "You have not had it for a full twenty-four hours and already you are offering me the wheel" I am honored." It felt good to be teasing him, and to be teased, once again, after the emotional turmoil of the day. Away from the city, everything seemed to be more peaceful, more in control. She would have to hold onto that feeling until they were away from St. Petersburg altogether.
"No," he started. "I am offering you the wheel if and when we go on a road trip. Not now. It's too early for that. We're just getting acquainted, she and I. Right, baby?" he asked the car, leaning a little bit forward to give the dashboard an affectionate pat. "I'm not too sure about the green yet, but maybe it'll grow on me."
She giggled at his quick clarification of his offer, crossing her ankles comfortably. "I maintain, it is a horrible color," was her take on the shade the car had arrived in. "But it would not take much to have her sprayed black. My Jaguar came in bubblegum pink with electric blue racing stripes when I bought her. That was revolting."
He barked a laugh at the thought of her Jag being covered in such a ridiculous color. "Now that is horrible," he agreed. "Who owned it before you, Barbie?" He asked, assuming she knew who Barbie was. "I still can't believe you managed to find one in such good shape. It must have cost a small fortune." He pulled the car off to the side of the road as they reached the top of the hill and shut the engine down. "You sure it's okay if we park here a while?" He wasn't normally too concerned about such things, but he didn't want any trouble tonight.
"It is fine," she promised him as he drew the car to a halt. "For the next thirty hours or so, this is our land. No one can throw us off it." She hadn't told him how much land the Pimenov family owned around Russia yet, and she was unlikely to tell him the whole of it. Her family had been prominent in the Imperial nobility, though they had long since sold their title. Centuries of power had given them too much land and too much wealth, and to be honest, it was a relief to be shedding that part of her past.
He arched a brow at her, not quite grasping her meaning. In fact, he had absolutely no clue what she was talking about. Did she mean that her family actually owned the land they were standing on, or rather, that the car was parked on' "You really don't plan on ever coming back here, do you?" he asked as he put the car in park and turned off the engine.
"Never," she said quietly. "My life, my future, is with you. There are too many ghosts here for me to ever feel safe. Even what memories I have of my mother are tainted, but I will never feel unsafe when I think of her, or of my brother. But Natasha, she has a future here, when she is released. I do not wish to be within her reach. Ever."
He absorbed her answer in silence. There was no point in arguing with her about it or in trying to change her mind. If she ever wanted to come back here for some reason, nothing was stopping her, but there was no point in discussing it further, and he didn't want to reopen the wounds that just seemed to be healing. How could he argue with her when she put it that way' St. Petersburg represented a past she wanted to forget; he was her future. That much he understood. He smiled softly at her from the driver's seat. "Come on. Someone promised to show me the stars."
"Just someone" Perhaps I should have called one of the professors from the university to give you a little guided tour of the skies," she teased, setting the moment of solemnity to one side as he smiled at her. Leaning over, she kissed him fondly. "Out," she chuckled. "The view is better without a roof in the way."