kirthurarkland:

He fetched her a glass of vodka, and handed it to her with a lazy smile. He could hardly contain his glee, this whole situation, opportunity, was all so exciting! He wasn’t really attempting to hide how he watched her cross her arms before putting his hand on the small of her back and leading her to the sofa, which he gently sat her on with a light push down on her shoulder. “Oh, I’ve been fine, just fine. Out and about a lot lately, you know. Visiting a lot of people. Doing a lot, really. Quite busy.” He was babbling somewhat to allow her to have some of her drink first - it was only polite she got to have some. He took a modest swig from his own drink too, before continuing.

“I’ve missed your visits on Thursdays, actually. But, ah…” He took a swig from his own drink, then looked at her with a smirk, “…I can think of a way you could make it up to me.” He leant towards her suddenly, but not too quick, and pressed his lips to hers, quite softly - he controlled himself, as he didn’t want to scare her by pushing for this too hard. After all, who knew how used she was to being a woman yet? He could taste the vodka she’d sipped on her lips, and couldn’t help but open his mouth slightly to flick his tongue at the taste.

Anya took the glass with a small ‘spasibo’ and gave him a lovely little smile. It was too obvious she was Ivan, that same chubby cheeked, lazy, almost slightly dopey look to her face reminiscent of his. She allowed him to lead her to the sofa, lightly sipping at her drink as they walked, holding the glass with both hands.  It wasn’t quite like hers, but it wasn’t bad either. She wasn’t very picky, anyway. With the little ‘hint’ to sit, she let herself plop onto the cushion, careful not to spill her drink. He was acting incredibly peculiar… However, she didn’t want to say anything. “Oh, that is excellent! I am glad you have been well, busy or not.” She nodded as she spoke, sipping at her drink again.

“Make it up to you? Well how would tha—“ Oh no he didn’t. He didn’t do that. She didn’t bother trying to resist taking her glass and simply pouring her beverage on his head, just before shoving him away. “What the hell do you think you are doing?! I have a boyfriend, thank you very much, and I have no intention of screwing up one of the best damn things that has ever happened to me by doing anything of that sort with you!” She huffed, a cross expression replacing her formerly friendly one.

(Source: russianwater)