Can't Buy My Love

***Hello, this is the reason I finally decided to shorten the disclaimer, I want to try a hand at putting lyrics of a song in the beginning, which probably won't work out ::laughs::, but I'll guess I'll give it a try. PLEASE LEMME KNOW IF THE LYRICS GO WITH STORY… J THANKS!

Oh you are in my blood like holy wine
Oh and you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you
I could drink a case of you darling
And I would still be on my feet
Oh I'd still be on my feet"
BY k.d. lang

Kat sneaked into the kitchen, relieved to find that there was no one there. She opened the refrigerator and peeked inside; she was starving, feeling as ravenous for food as she had felt for Oksana the night before. The thought made her stop, as the memory of her behavior finally hit her.

Her sex clenched at the thought of Oksana's fingers, of her tongue, deeply inside her. There wasn't a place on her body that Oksana hadn't touched with her hands and her mouth. There had been no time for talk, no time to reflect on what they'd been doing. They had been so consumed on one another that time had been immaterial.

Their eyes had met more times than she could count, and their pleasure had intensified during those moments. That brought to mind Oksana's expressions when she came. Kat now understood about Oksana's struggle with leaving behind her sex-crazed days. Oksana was a pleasure addict, and every orgasm had only seemed to make her want more. Kat's found that incredibly sexy; her stamina could definitely accommodate that.

Josef studied Kat, his face serious. He really didn't know how he hadn't realized that Kat was a lesbian, but the knowledge didn't change his love for her; he still adored her beyond imagination. It wasn't that he was against homosexuality per se, but he had always hoped for grandchildren with a mom and a dad, not a test tube baby. "Lets sit down," He said. When they were settled at the table, he began: "I want to apologize for my behavior during dinner."

Kat's fear instantly lessened at his words. Her father looked contrite and sincere. "It's alright, papa."

Kat sighed. "I say all my life, but I realized when I was fifteen that I wanted to be with a woman." She explained.

Josef nodded, reaching across the table and taking his daughter's hands in both of his. "I love you." He said simply.

Kat felt tears fill her eyes. "I love you too, papa." She whispered. They sat silently for a long time, just holding hands, until Josef spoke again.

"How long has that gone on?" Josef asked; he surprised at how calmly he was taking this.

"It started a few weeks ago," Kat said honestly. "But we went further last night."

Kat's head snapped up, eyes wide. "I- no!" She exclaimed, unsure if that was the truth or not. "It's not up to that point, I think."

"I-" She wasn't sure if she wanted it to, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to resist if the opportunity to be with Oksana again came up. "I don't know."

The dam broke for Kat; tears filled her eyes. "I've been hurt by people like her, papa." She said, thinking of Dena and Annie. "I don't think I could handle it again." She said shakily.

Josef stood up and moved to his daughter's side, bending and wrapping his arms around her. "I do not know if Oksana will hurt you or not," He began, gently patting his daughter's back and kissing her forehead. He'd thought about it over the night, after he'd seen Kat leave her room, and he knew that there was more between them than just gratuitous sex for Oksana. He'd seen the way she'd looked at Kat. "But maybe you should try. See what happens?"

Kat's head snapped up and she met her father's eyes, surprised at her father's words. "But papa-"

"There is something there." He said gently with his deep accent. "It scared me last night when I saw it, which caused my horrible behavior."

Kat nodded, kissing his cheek and leaving the kitchen. She thought about his last words: "There is something there." She wondered if it was true, if there was something there beyond the great sex they had.

Hours later, Oksana entered the kitchen, following the smell of heating leftovers. She found Yuliya sitting at the table, a half-full plate in front of her.

Uh oh, Oksana thought. She obeyed and waiting as Yuliya bustled around, filling a plate to the brim with a little of everything. As soon as Yuliya placed the plate in front of her, Oksana dug in with gusto. She was starving.

"I want to say one thing to you." Yuliya said, her eyebrows lowering slightly. She pointed her fork at Oksana, who had stopped eating and was staring at her with wide eyes. "You hurt my daughter, I kill you."

Oksana's eyes widened. A lump formed in her throat and she struggled to speak. Finally, she just nodded.

Her Monday couldn't have ended in the worst way. First, she'd hardly slept during the rest of the weekend; today, she'd gotten into an argument with her assistant, and now her car died. She kicked at the tire, growling: "You little piece of shit!" The old car seemed to have finally kicked its last bucket. The engine had turned on, but a loud clacking noise had greeted her ears. When she'd pressed the accelerator to pull out, a horribly twisting and popping noise caused a din unlike any she'd ever heard. Now she was stuck in the parking lot, her car dead to the world, and she was going to have to either take a cab or walk home.

Startled, Kat spun around. Oksana was standing on the other side of the car, her suit jacket hanging from her shoulder and her dress shirt was unbuttoned to a comfortable height. Kat looked away from her, and cleared her throat. "I don't have time for all that paperwork tonight. I just want to get home and relax."

Oksana swallowed hard, staring at Kat, trying to block out the memory of seeing Kat naked, of holding her in her arms. "I-I could give you a ride home." She suggested.

Kat stared at her, having just as much trouble trying to block the memory of their time together. "I'm alright."

Oksana lifted her hand. "Nothing has to happen," Oksana promised seriously. "I'd just drop you off."

Kat stared into Oksana's eyes for a long time. She vacillated between going with her or just taking a cab home. I can control myself. She thought, suddenly determined that it would be so. I don't have to have sex with her every time we're alone. I got it out of me the other night. She looked away, taking a deep breath and nodding. "Alright, let's go." She said, her voice even.

Kat had been quiet during the short ride, staring straight ahead and her clenched hands on her lap.

Kat exhaled softly, loosening her hands and flexing them. She felt incredibly nervous with Oksana so close, her cologne causing all kinds of reactions in her body. She fought herself against the need to bury her face into Oksana's neck and inhale her scent. She wanted to kiss the soft skin she remembered, taste Oksana's slick wetness like it would never happen again. Berating herself for her weakness, she quickly climbed out of the car and opened the back door. She picked up her things and walked to the driver's side.

Kat looked into her eyes and she could see the desire she felt reflected in the light blue depths. Oksana wanted to be with her just as badly as Kat wanted it. "Thank you," She said after a long moment.

Kat turned to walk away, but she turned around and gazed at Oksana for a long time.

Oksana frowned, confused by Kat's stare. She held her breath when Kat turned around to face her.

"Do you… want to come in? Just for a drink," Kat said quickly, surprising even herself.

Oksana stared at her for a long time, unable to formulate words. That Kat was inviting her in was a good sign. It'd be great if she at least wanted to talk, she thought. Oksana didn't just want to have sex with her, she wanted to talk to her, to see how she was feeling, how she mentally was handling their Christmas lovemaking. She knew that Kat had always been reluctant when it came to their kissing; Oksana could only imagine how their step further was affecting her. "Sure," She said, shutting off the car.

Kat waited for Oksana at the door. She didn't know what she was doing, inviting Oksana into her house, where they would be alone. She let them in, never saying a word.

Oksana stood just inside the door, her eyes taking in the living room. It was a beautifully decorated room with solid wood furnishings. There were lively green plants in every corner of the room and at the center of the coffee table. Oksana liked it. "Beautiful living room, I love the plants." She commented.

Kat looked at her living room, and smiled at Oksana's appreciation of it. She relaxed slightly. "I love plants," She said, placing her things down on the entry table. "Come into the kitchen. What would you like to drink?"

Oksana shrugged as they entered the kitchen, nervously shoving her hands into her slacks pockets. "Whatever you have is fine," She said softly.

Kat gestured to the table, and turned to her fridge, pulling out an orange juice and showing it to Oksana.

Kat retrieved some glasses and poured them each an orange juice. She sat across from Oksana.

Finally, it was Oksana who spoke. "Listen," She said hoarsely, and cleared her throat. "About the other night. There are no strings attached, if you want. I don't want to pressure you into anything."

Kat's eyes narrowed slightly at Oksana's words; she'd gotten only about half of them. She'd been staring at the other woman's lips through most of her diatribe. "What?"

Oksana's heart skipped a beat as she realized that Kat was staring at her lips. She licked them nervously, and held her glass of orange juice tightly. "Kat," She whispered. She looked at Kat's hands, seeing that they had started shaking. She looked up again and met Kat's eyes. "You can't look at me like that and expect me to just sit here."

I want her so much! Kat thought as her heartbeat picked up speed. She stood up, beginning to unbutton her shirt. "Oksana," She whispered, her voice broken. Tears filled her eyes as the want became almost overwhelming.

Oksana could not move as she watched Kat slip the shirt from her shoulders, exposing her breasts to Oksana's eager eyes. As Kat reached behind herself to unclasp her bra, Oksana stood, taking the smaller woman into her arms and pressing her lips against Kat's. She groaned when Kat wrapped her arms around her neck, forgetting her bra, and opening her mouth wide for Oksana's searching tongue.

"Oksana," Kat breathed softly, over and over again, as Oksana unclasped her bra and pulled it from her arms. She was wet and ready, had been since Oksana had begun speaking, and needed release. She pressed her hips against Oksana, moaning at the contact of between Oksana and her groin.

Oksana groaned at the contact, but she stepped back, bending her legs and taking the smaller woman into her arms. It took all of her concentration to walk as Kat slipped her hand into her shirt, cupping her breast and kissing her neck over and over. Oksana guessed that Kat's bedroom was the one with the door half open, and she kicked it the rest of the way as she walked inside. Kissing her, Oksana placed Kat gently on the bed, climbing on top of her. She slowed their kiss, her lips tenderly taking their time against hers.

Kat spread her legs, allowing Oksana to nestle her waist between her legs and wrapping her legs around her. It wasn't long before she was lost completely to the pleasure of having Oksana in her arms, the blonde's silky mouth making her feel things that she knew she'd never experience with anyone else.

Kat woke when a blanket was placed over her nude body. Soft and warm lips were kissing her shoulders, tenderly nibbling her skin. She hummed softly, stirring tiredly.

"Ekaterina," Oksana whispered in a singsong voice, nuzzling her neck. She was already fully dressed.

Oksana chuckled softly. "Your parents know about us, right?" She asked, never ceasing her caresses.

"It wouldn't look right if I stayed." Oksana said softly. Something had changed tonight; Kat had opened up, if only slightly, to Oksana. They still had to talk, but Oksana was satisfied with the fact that it didn't feel like it was just sex anymore. Kat hadn't kicked her out, or pulled away from her arms when they'd fallen asleep. Oksana was sure that with time, she could win Kat over.

"You don't have to go, though." Kat said softly, turning over to her side and looking at Oksana. With her tousled hair and wrinkled shirt, Oksana looked gorgeous. What they'd done tonight wasn't just sex, and she knew it. She couldn't say no to Oksana. She couldn't deny their pleasure any more.

"It's for your parents' sake." Oksana said again, this time kissing Kat's lips, gratified to feel Kat return her kiss. They kissed for a long moment, Oksana's hand moving up her flat stomach to cup a breast. "When can I see you again?" Oksana whispered, firmly kneading her breast.

"Tomorrow." Kat said readily, moaning deep in her throat as Oksana's hand moved down under the covers to cup her between the legs. She came as Oksana slipped her fingers into her, stroking her deeply and slowly. Her arched off the bed, and she groaned long and hard her body trembled violently. She came down onto the bed slowly, lifting her arms and pulling Oksana down for a deep kiss.

"I'm going," Oksana whispered between kisses, happy beyond belief. Kat wanted her, desired her, and it made Oksana's heart bloom. She stood up reluctantly, and watched Kat burrow deeper under the covers and quickly fall asleep. She made her way out of Kat's house, small smile on her face, closing the front door behind her.

Kat entered the house, trying to be quiet. It was close to ten in the evening, and she just wanted to get to bed and go to sleep.

"Hi, Ms. Oksana." A flirtatious voice called. Mary came out of the shadows by the staircase, a rag in her hand. As always, her breasts were almost falling out of her uniform, the short skirt revealing her shapely legs for admiration. Her eyes twinkled in the dim lighting, eyeing Oksana from head to toe. Hmmm, she always looks so good.

Oksana barely looked at her, sighing tiredly. "Hello, Mary." She started up the stairs, moving slowly. She knew that as soon as she reached the bed, she'd be asleep.

Oksana lifted a hand and waved without looking back. She went to her room, where she threw herself on the bed fully dressed. She promptly fell asleep.

CONTINUED…

(NOTE: Remember, this is a first draft, and I'm posting as I go, so if something doesn't jive or it seems a little awkward, bear with me. I'm going back to fix things. Now, if you see something, point it out to me anyway.)

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