Your bath had long since cooled, but you were still sat in it, stewing in the lukewarm water.
You chewed on your lip, in an escalation from your usual anxious biting. Your knuckles were pale as you clutched the sides of the tub, trying desperately to reason your worries away.
You’d just been given the best piece of news you’d had in weeks; that your partner wasn’t dead as previously suspected. She was alive, very much alive, just captured, and at this exact moment the general himself was on his way to personally retrieve her from the clutches of the Americans.
You should be happy. You should be shouting from the rooftops; you should be shredding all of your black mourning clothes with shears; but you couldn’t. You were still far too worried about her.
Being captured by the enemy wasn’t a much better alternative to being killed, at the best of times; and with the recent intel you’d gathered on their advancements in torture and manipulations hanging heavily on your mind, you were trying to prepare yourself to face the fact that your Anna was likely going to come back to you as a completely different person.
That wasn’t completely you making a leap, however. When he’d told you she was still alive, the General had hinted that he at least thought it was something like that. Apparently, the Americans had taken to calling her Bell, and had given her a fake service history with MI6, and that’s why it had taken Perseus so long to recognise their missing code breaker.
The call she’d made, giving away the location of Duga was… unexpected. Apparently, it ran contrary to all of the intel they had, which you weren’t made privy too. Something about it ‘being too distressing for a woman.’ But, she’d called as herself, and something about it made the General trust her enough to not only take action, but to do it himself.
He knew Anna better than anyone, except perhaps you, so he was probably the best judge to determine if she was still herself, after everything they’d done.
And, even if she was, and the Americans hadn’t brainwashed her, Anna would still be traumatised after going through what she had.
You swallowed. She was tough. She’d weather it and come back from it. She had to.
You wouldn’t cope if she didn’t.
The sound of the door to your rooms opening startled you from your thoughts. You gasped, sitting up in the bath tub as someone began walking around your home – no. It wasn’t just someone. You knew exactly who it was, identifying her by just the sound of her footsteps as she searched your quarters for you, eventually shoving the bathroom door open, and seeing you.
“Hi, baby.” Anna drawled, her eyes bright behind her balaclava as she took you in. Whatever the Americans had done to her hadn’t been able to get rid of that, it seemed.
“Hi….” You gasped, breathlessly reaching out for her, still not quite believing she was back until her hand was in yours. “You’re really back.”
She nodded. “And what a way to welcome me back, huh?”
She looked down at you, your nudity visible through the water. You coughed slightly, but made no attempt to cover yourself. She’d just undo it anyway.
“Are you okay?” You clutched her hands tight.
“I’m fine. Never better, actually.” She lifted your chin with one finger, tugging her balaclava up with the other so she could kiss you.
You lost yourself in it for a moment, before pulling back, placing a hand on her chin, to hold her back. “No, really… what did they do to you? Did they do anything?”
“Nothing good.” She tried to joke, but something about the way her shoulders tensed under her ill-fitting jacket said more. “They tried something. It worked for a bit, then they got desperate and fucked it up, and I… came back.”
“Really? That’s… it?”
“I mean… for now, yeah.” She kissed your forehead.
“Shouldn’t you be… worried?”
“About what?” She blanched under your stern look. “I’ve agreed to get checked out. Besides, you worry enough for both of us.”
“You don’t have to say that.”
“Even though its true?”
“Especially because it’s true.” You were relaxing already; all your worries finally being squashed by the relief of her mostly safe return. “What now?”
“Now? I’m joining you, and getting a proper welcome home.” Anya stood, tugging her jacket off.
“You can’t… it’s long too cold.” You gasped, trying to get out of the tub to stop her.
“I’ll warm it up.” She rested a hand on your shoulder, making you settle back and watch as she stripped the rest of her hand-me-down clothes off, all vaguely ratty, old and unloved. You’d have to have all of them burned, you thought, before she revealed her newly slender body to you, and the pile of rags became the furthest thing from your mind.
“What did they…”
“Hey.” She pointed at you as your brow creased again. “No worrying. Get me back on home cooking and I’ll be back to soft and round in no time.”
“You look like a stick!”
“Yeah… well, the whole not eating thing, it’s very American.” She climbed over the side into the bath tub, making the water slosh up dangerously close to the top. “Apparently they make all the models do it, to uphold their narrow idea of what an attractive woman is.”
“Ew.” You wrinkled your nose as you wrapped your arms around her neck. “You not taking this off?”
“You like it on.”
“True… but I want to see you.”
“Okay.” The cheer falls out of her voice. “It’s… a little rough. Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” You squeezed your arms around the shoulders. “It won’t matter, whatever it is.”
She nodded, and slowly pulled the balaclava completely off, revealing clusters of pinprick scars all over her face, concentrated around her eyes, but spilling down over her cheeks towards her neck.
“Oh… these? These’ll heal.” You kissed them for good measure, letting her settle her legs around yours under the water, crushing your precious mounds together.
“Really? You were so worried.” She rubbed her finger over your chin. “He told me you didn’t leave our bed for a week. That you couldn’t work, couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. All that, just gone in an instant?”
“Well… it was about you. I’d rather you be okay, above all else.”
“Noted.” Anya grinned. “Now, shut up.”
She kissed you again, pressing your bodies together as she rocked her hips, rubbing your cunts together, warm despite the tepid water, making you gasp and clutch her neck tighter. You hadn’t come since she’d gone missing, and you imagined it must be the same for her, with how desperate she was moving, water splashing with each roll that pressed her clit against yours. You moaned into each other’s mouths, both moving faster, bigger, uncaring as the water finally spilled out over the top of the tub, pattering on the tiles as you came, her tits pressed against yours as you fought to breathe between kisses, the sudden release bringing tears to your eyes.
“Hey…” she hushed you. “What’s wrong?”
“I… I’m just so glad you’re back.” You whispered, trying to not break out into full tears.
“Oh, honey…” she stood and climbed out of the tub, tugging you out after her and throwing a towel around your shoulders. “Let’s get you to bed.”
“For round two?” You asked, sniffling as you wiped your eyes on a corner of the towel.
That made her laugh, pausing her efforts to dry you off. “You never fail to surprise me.”
