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Pressed tightly against Justin's side as she took a few moments to recover from the dizziness that she was feeling from the teleportation system. Pulling back slightly from his hold, she looked around the area in an attempt to find a store that would provide her with a cute bathing suit while trying to keep her mind off how Pedro was doing. She wasn't that close with him, but he was a good guy and it would bother her if he didn't get better.

"Are you going to help me pick one out or just laze around?" She questioned looking toward him and offering a smirk, arching a brow. "I might even try one on for you," she teased and let out a laugh before taking his hand and ignoring some of the looks that were being thrown in their direction.

Attempting to push those thoughts to the back of her mind, she idly wondered where the hell Asher was since she hadn't seen him all day. He was one person she would never bring to shop for swim suits and she had to wonder why she was even bringing someone she was attracted too.

A faint flush colored her pale cheeks at his flirtatious threat and she rolled her eyes playfully. "You would," she finally said at his second statement, since she had managed to regain her voice, and rolled her eyes at what he was pointing at. Walking so that she was facing him, she took both of his hands to make sure he wouldn't run into anything.

Merely looking amused at all of the complaining people, Sascha flashed them innocent looks and that seemed to make the male population stop from throwing any punches at Justin. Bumping into Justin as he stopped, she took a step back and looked toward where his gaze was directed. "No lingerie shopping, I'm not modeling any of that for you," she stated and looked faintly amused before beginning to move with him again, eyes jumping around from window to window. Looking back over toward him, she began to his side and took in the swimming suit before looking toward Justin. "You're good at this, I'll bring you every time I have to go shopping for swim suits," she stated and then moved to go into the shop, figuring he would just follow.

Men jumping suddenly in front of Sascha was not something she considered to be good and so her hand immediately went to her hip and then the band of her shorts to fetch her butterfly knife. Luckily before she had completely taken out the illegal object, Justin had gone into motion and the man known as Bob was passed out and out of their hair. Pushing the object back to where it was pressed safely against the flesh of her hip and took the bathing suit from his hands. "Will do," the Russian female stated and threw him a wink before beginning to the dressing room and stripping down before putting the object on. "So you want to see?" She called out, looking at herself fully in the mirror.

Brushing her fingers over the tattoo inked into her flesh, aquamarine irises roving over herself in the mirror. Making sure she looked as good as possible, she looked over her shoulder at the sound of Bob's voice and arched a brow. The resounding thump of a body hitting the floor caused her lips to upturn into some sort of smirk and she placed one of her hands on her hips as she heard footsteps coming through before she met Justin's eyes through the mirror. "Is that true?" She practically purred out, watching him approach before letting out keening moan in response to the tongue across her earlobe, slumping back against him to avoid falling down.

"Well I'm glad, I wanted to get that reaction out of you," she breathed out into the air, still leaning back into the firm chest that belonged to Justin. Sascha leaned her head back against his shoulder while rolling her head to look up toward him, frame trembling in pleasure at the intense feelings that were washing over her. "Either works," she moaned out, ready to give in to whatever he said as long as he continued to do that fabulous thing to her ear. Slowly reopening her eyes, she leaned against the wall beside the mirror so she wouldn't loose her balance and tugged him as close as possible, fingertips rubbing at the nape of his neck as they pressed their frames together. Her other hand went to slip underneath his shirt, simply running over his muscled stomach, but doing nothing else.