Honestly, I'm so tired of America romanticising Russia in movies. It's always Russian ballerina, Russian/soviet spy, Russian/soviet soldier. A lot of the time it's all of those at once. How many sexy Russian ballerina spies have to be shit out before people start reacting to it with:
"Hmm, actually I don't want to see this due to this character, considering Russia is a imperialist empire build on colonization that's actively trying to colonize it's neighbours. Again. And is CURRENTLY COMMITTING WAR CRIMES in Ukraine in a war it started because it doesn't believe other Slavic countries can take care of themselves, and belong to Russia."
Warnings : discussion of sexual trauma and pedophilia
7, 8 (you are here), contents, part 1, part 3
The following afternoon, Billy woke up with a headache. Certainly not the worst he'd ever had and he was sure he'd manage just fine. What was different about this morning was that there were a pair of grassy green eyes and locks of bleach blonde hair squished up next to him in his bed. As she saw his eyes open, she smiled. Recollections of the previous night started to come into focus. Something about Molly forgiving him for shutting down her confession and asserting that he's the only one she wants.
Billy sat up as gracefully as he could manage, with Manya following with ease, revealing that she was wearing a t-shirt of his that was a couple of sizes too big on her, his black leather jacket draped around her shoulders.
He spoke in a gravelly voice as his eyes raked up and down her, "So... what happened last night? After we left."
Manya gulped, "We talked. It was very good talk, we really needed that talk. Then we kissed, and you passed out so I took you home. I woke you up a little so I could get you some more water, and took you to bed but you asked me to stay," she chuckled, "Every time I thought you were asleep and I'd get up to go again, you'd grab my hand and mutter something I interpreted as 'stay'. So I did. After long enough of that, I figured I might as well sleep over and I didn't exactly feel like sleeping in a ballgown so I hope you don't mind I borrowed."
She pointed to the corner of his room where her big crimson dress was draped over a chair but Billy's gaze stayed on her as his voice rumbled out, "I'm never gonna mind you borrowing my clothes, babe. They look pretty damn good on you."
Manya raised her eyebrows, impressed that even with a visible hangover, Billy couldn't help but try to charm her pants off.
As he began to wake up more, he realised he'd slept in his stupid dress shirt and slipped into his usual attire of a white wifebeater and one of his many pairs of jeans. He once again raked his eyes over Manya's form, as she slipped her legs out from under his sheets, finding that she hadn't dared to borrow any of his jeans. Her strong, plump thighs were out on display, and that along with the sight of her in his t-shirt, he was hypnotised. It was mere seconds before he was on top of her, capturing her lips in a way they had both missed over the past months.
As he sucked on her face and rubbed his hand up and down her thigh, he was certain he was in heaven again. Manya, in contrast, was acutely aware of how feeling her up went back in December. She didn't want to shrink away from him again, she was overjoyed to have him back, but she did find herself angling his feels away from certain places that hadn't been touched in a good long while. But she knew Billy was insatiable, so it was hardly a surprise to her when he triggered another identical reaction to the one she had pressed up against his car when they had dropped their sisters off at the Snow Ball.
Manya grabbed his wrist before he could try again, making him pull away with that same puzzled expression, "Is it my breath?"
Manya had to hold back a laugh before she shook her head, "No, Billy."
She shuffled upright, leaning against his headboard, "Last month, I figured out why I get all weird with that stuff."
Billy made the conscious effort to shake the sleepy-horny thoughts from his head and take what she was about to tell him seriously.
She gulped, her voice turning shaky, "When I was being... trained for my mission, I was assaulted. Sexually."
She could feel Billy's widen in shock and partial confusion.
"I had started developing. None of the scientists paid it much note, they just removed my ovaries when I got my period," she gulped before chuckling, "I remember a prisoner telling me I'm lucky, means I'll never get pregnant from fooling around."
Billy looked down as the cogs turned in his head, "Wait, so... you're... you can't...?"
Manya avoided his gaze and bit her lip as she nodded, "One less thing to worry about. But that's not why I shrink away. It was a few times when this guard took a while putting me back in my cell after a hard day's work. He squeezed my ass and stuck his fingers inside me, but he never had time to actually... rape me. Just traumatise me in other ways. I didn't even really know what he was doing back then. I was only thirteen."
"I was that age too," Billy said, a distant, slightly confused look in his eyes.
Manya blinked at him, puzzled for a moment, thinking he just meant that they were and always had been the same age. When she realised what he meant, her lips shook and she reached her hands out to his.
"Billy, I'm so sorry," she said softly.
He shook his head, "No, it wasn't bad. Not for a first time at least. It was this older woman. Her name was Sandra, she lived on the same block. I mowed the lawn for her sometimes. It was the first time someone called me sexy. But y'know, she had her husband, her kid. Didn't really have much time for me."
Manya's eyes widened, "Billy, you were a child."
"No I wasn't, I was thirteen," he rolled his eyes.
Manya was hesitant but she couldn't stand the thought of him in that position, "You were younger than Max is now. A grown woman had sex with a middle schooler. That's not... okay. I'm sorry that happened to you."
Billy was silent for a long while. His gaze was off somewhere else, his mind throwing every argument he could think of at the wall to refute what Manya was saying. None of them stuck longer than a couple of seconds though. As he began to accept defeat, he began shrinking down into himself as his face crumbled. Manya was there to catch him though. As the inevitable tears fell from both pairs of eyes, they held onto each other tight.
No matter how weird or confusing or frustrating this bullshit was, they had each other.
