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Oh my God! I forgot that we had those!" She dived across the bed and snatched the box from Yulia. Her favorite toy. No matter how much money they acquired or how many gadgets and gizmos promoters gave them Lena had a strange love for playing with condoms. Yulia watched grinning as Lena ripped the box open and dumped the foil packets into her hand, 24 in all. More than enough to keep them both occupied for several hours.
"We really need to pack though." Lena bit her lip as she looked at the tedious hours of work with packing.
"Fuck it!" She tore open one of the packages and headed toward the bathroom faucet.
Yulia held back a fit of laughter as another bright blue condom water balloon plummeted to the ground below, right in front of a man wearing a toupee. Neither one remembered the time until there was a sharp knock at the door. Startled Lena gave a little scream dropping the last seven remaining water balloons out the window. The screams of people were heard below as Yulia slammed the window shut.
“Girls! Are you ready?”
Lena looked around the room and then at Yulia both thinking the same exact thought,
“SHIT!” Yulia pulled a face and shrugged.
“Ivan can you give us… 10 … I mean 15 minutes?” She pinched Yulia who screamed softly. It was close enough to the desired effect. They heard a slight chuckle and then a cough from the other side of the door.
“You have twenty minutes but make it a quickie girls.”
They held their breaths for several seconds and then Yulia rubbing her arm pinched Lena back.
“That hurt damn it!”
Lena smiled and gave her girlfriend a soft kiss on the check.
“You never complained before.” Yulia gave a soft growl and captured Lena around the waist and pushed her on the bed. Lena was breathless. Yulia even after all these years surprised her on occasion with her wild almost animal side. Her body was pinned under the younger girls. Her hands tangled in Lena’s wild long hair as she lowered her head and kissed her deeply. Lena sighed against the hard pressure of Yulia’s mouth that softened instantly when Lena stroked the long line of Yulia’s back, and her knees came around Yulia’s slender hips. Yulia responded kissing her deeper her tongue licking across the seal of her mouth which parted instantly. Returning the French kiss. It was a mistake to get involved like this when time was working against them but neither could help themselves as Lena’s hands pushed under Yulia’s black top not bothering to undo it. There was not enough time. There was never enough time when it came to this. Yulia let the flesh of her mouth touch Lena’s one last time before drawing back.
“We have to get ready.”
Lena let all the pent up air out of her lungs.
“So much for burning off all that extra energy huh?”
Yulia grinned and climbed off Lena helping her to their feet they looked around the room and got to work.
30 minutes later~
It had been a mad dash but they had done it in twenty-five and not twenty. Thank god Ivan was in a good mood today. The intense kiss had not left any doubt in Ivan’s mind both were slightly disheveled and their lips swollen and their skin had a dewy glow that couldn’t be faked. Hand in hand they walked through the airport Lena wearing her usual baseball hat and glasses. Looking over Yulia smiled and pulled the brim of Lena’s hat over her eyes playfully. Lena resounded by patently fixing her cap and placing a gentle nip and Yulia’s neck. Standing side-by-side waiting to board Ivan walked over to both of the girls.
“I have something to tell you both.” Neither replied as they saw Ivan smile, well this was new.
“I am going back to Moscow. That idiot Katya has gotten herself arrested for drug charges.” Lena covered her mouth trying to look shocked, but she wasn’t, instead she was on the verge of laughing. Katya was a pain in the ass. She had very limited talent and then when she had suggested that she sing back up for Yulia at Eurovision it had pissed Yulia off to no end.
“Ivan, she’s a total fucking idiot.” Yulia didn’t bother to hide her feelings as she pulled a package of cigarettes from her purse. Ivan didn’t respond.
“I am going back to Moscow and both of you are going to have to go on to Turkey with just the rest of the entourage.”
Well this was SURE as hell new.
He put a hand on each girls shoulder and gave them a kiss.
“Have fun, but for the love of god please don’t do anything I would do.”
Both were to stunned as they gave Ivan one last hug and then were hustled on to the plane. Walking down the ramp Lena glanced at Yulia.
“I think I am really going to like Turkey."
Lena sat edgy in the chair as cameras flashed in her face. Yulia sat to the left of her clicking a pen cap in annoyance. It was 5:00 PM that same day and they had gone straight from the airport to the interview only having time to change their clothes in a public bathroom and re-apply their make up. Yulia sighed and looked around the crowded room. This was the last place she wanted to be. She glanced out the window and saw the bright warm sun and the crystal clear water of the swimming pool. God, she hoped the photo shoot would be over fast. The blonde woman leading the interview sat in the front row eyeing the girl's like specimens under the microscope. Lena watched as Yulia's hands fidgeted more. There were only two reasons that she did that. She was either bored and in real need of a smoke or... a slight flush came to her cheeks as she reached across the table and covered Yulia's hands with her own. She leaned closer and whispered breathlessly.
"We will keep it quick. Don't worry." A burning gaze darkened Yulia's bright blue eyes. Knowing fully well what Lena meet.
"How the hell does she know me so well?" Yulia wondered to herself. She knew she was holding tension in her body but it didn't occur to her what kind.... Until Lena touched her hands. But she didn't know she could keep still that long. She felt as if ants were crawling all over her body and her skin was alive with so many nerve endings she was ready to jump. The blonde woman stood up with a microphone and stood in front of Lena and Yulia.
"We would like to welcome Elena Katina and Yulia Volkova this afternoon, and we will be taking questions."
Yulia was distracted as she slid her tennis shoe off under the table and slid closer to Lena. A man in the back of the room asked a question and it was relayed to their translator David who asked Lena and Yulia.
"Why Ivan is not here? "
Yulia wasn't paying attention as she rubbed the back of her foot against Lena's ankle her hand under the table as well slowly rubbing at her thigh.
"Why should he be here? He got a lot of things to do in Moscow."Lena answered her tone bored as she felt herself sinking into the usual stupor of stupid ass questions. The only thing keeping her from ending the interview now was Yulia... and her hand. The man asked another question in Turkish as Yulia gazed at Lena from under lowered lashes her hand gripped her leg and rubbed harder against the denim moving further up her thigh.
"Isn't he your creator?" Lena nearly jumped from her chair when Yulia's hand moved deeper to the inside of her thigh moving closer to the core of her body... Lena felt something clench inside her, making her legs spread wider.
"Yes he is but he also does some different things. "
Lena tried grabbing for Yulia's hand under the table trying to stop the hand from moving. Yulia ignored her, as there was a hitch in the translation from Turkish to Russian. Yulia pressed the palm of her hand against Lena who gasped in response her hips rising off the chair slightly as if she had been shocked. Watching, Yulia saw as emotion began to cloud Lena's mind her eyes drifted closed for several seconds, her head dropping forward as they translators finished and asked the next question.
"You're in this business since you were children. Don’t you feel abused?’’ David asked the question his tone weary as he gave a sheepish grin. Under the table Lena felt everything but Yulia's hand stop. "Fuck the word" She thought as she pressed back against Yulia's hand. There was a long expectant pause as they waited for Lena to answer.
"No "
"Do you mind if i want you to open this subject a little more? That creating time?"
Yulia didn't pause her actions as Lena slid to the edge of the chair her breathing almost a pant as she tried to control herself. Yulia dug her fingers deeper against the fabric of the denim pushing the rough fabric against Lena's body.
"Everyone who look at us can understand what we are. " Lena gave a strangled gasp but no one was paying attention as they focused on David who relayed the response. Yulia leaned forward and brushed Lena's hair behind her ear.
"Everyone can see, we have sex three times day" Lena didn't respond as her hips trust against Yulia's hand who felt the moisture begin to dampen the fabric. Yulia kissed Lena's ear and laughed to herself remembering that certain interview with a smug little German man.
"I made a search in the archive. I couldn't find a lot of things about it... " The man almost sounded apologetic but not quite, as Yulia heard him
"So you should be a bad journalist... " Yulia replied coldly David grimaced at her response but translated. He turned bright red and moved on.
"What do you think about Eurovision? " Yulia's hand began to undo the button on Lena's pants. Lena sucked in another breath of air, her hands gripping the sides of the chair
"We don't think a cit. don't care. " Lena ground out just as Yulia's hand slid under the fabric of the denim.
"You weren't like that when you were joining? " By now David had realized what was going on and was trying in desperation to end the interview. Yulia's attention was slipping further as she watched Lena's reaction gauging the response to Lena's body.
"It's all about the country. They wanted us to go there and we went. We won our own competition. It doesn't matter if we can't win Eurovision."
Several of the reporters by now had begun to leave from the back of the room. Seeing that TATU was in less than a co-operative mood.
"And what is important for you in this life? "
Yulia smiled at Lena. It was a simple answer but she wasn’t about to reveal her entire life to the rest of these morons.
"Our life. " Yulia replied as she stroked along the elastic of Lena's thong.
Her tone was a purr and Lena's body visibly trembled. She gave another deep shuttering breath. People noticed this time and were trying to be gracious and leave but the one man persisted even by now David was feeling hostile. It wasn’t going to end... if anything he would slide under the table.
"What is the importance of life for you? Is there something like that? "
"The things we do and we want to do. Yulia replied not even bothering to elaborate as a finger slid beneath the fabric against Lena's damp heat. Lena's eyes rolled back in her head her eyes closed there was a pause as her vocal cords tightened reframing from releasing her scream
"And what are they? " the man pushed his eyes jumping to Lena and then to Yulia's. David reluctantly translated.
"Being on stage. Yulia wants to be a creator like Ivan in the future. We want to work and conquer the world. " Lena spat. She was gritting her teeth as she tilted back in the chair, and stretched her legs wider. Yulia watched with burning eyes as she slid another finger under fabric of her underwear.
"Conquer the world? It is nice, like a joke...Last question: What if this project gets old and there is a new project, is it possible to turn in to something else for you? "
"How do you think about a new project? We're t.A.T.u now and we don't think about what's going to happen in the future." Yulia ending the interview she ignored the last few reporters and slid closer to Lena.
"I only think about you and me." Yulia replied as she withdrew her fingers and kissed Lena's flushed face who was still weak with the built tension as thoughts turned to the hotel room upstairs...
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