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“There are eyes on you.”
He muttered lowly near your ear as he pulled the chair next to yours a little closer, sitting down casually enough to not hint at the situation that was greeting you that night. You continued to tap your fingers lightly against the wooden table in time with one of the songs playing lightly in the background of the bar. It wasn’t exactly the most impressive place, but it was cozy and, thankfully, not too crowded.
Considering your relocation from Hawkins, it was at least something you knew nearby that you could escape to if your home was getting too oppressive. However, with the damage that had been done to Hawkins, it seemed you weren’t the only ones who moved out to the same area.
You knew it would be an interesting night when Joyce had lightly grasped your arm when you approached the table, pointing out a familiar face. An ex from a couple of years back had apparently chosen the same bar to spend his night in, and the place was small enough that the two of you meeting eyes was almost inevitable. Things had ended nicely enough–the sharp sting of the break-up took a bit to fade, but for the most part you two had managed to keep civil when you crossed paths in town.
At the surprised head tilt and friendly grin, you had felt obligated to at least go see how he was doing.
The conversation had been a relatively quick one. Mostly about his current living situation, the things that had happened between the last time you both had spoken, and some general small talk. However, when it got to the topic of his recently severed marriage, the brief and friendly touches started to register as something other than that. Catching the look in his eyes and the bleary quality to them from the alcohol he already consumed, you knew you had to get out of there.
You had removed yourself from that moment with an easy laugh and a remark that you had to get back to the group you arrived with, despite your ex’s small protests. And turn down the offers (mostly from Joyce) to have him join them.
The last thing you needed was your ex and the man you were unofficially seeing having to sit at the same table with you, alcohol or not. As much as you knew you could use the casualness of your relationship with Dmitri as a reason to not take the current situation all that seriously, it was hard to ignore the tension in you at the thought. And the embarrassment of knowing he probably saw the whole thing.
So, in the current moment, you weren’t too surprised to see Dmitri saddle himself up beside you once Joyce and Hopper had separated to do something together. And that you had also felt the stare he mentioned.
“I know,” you replied around a small sigh, making a pointed effort to not glance in your ex’s direction. It had been a couple hours, he had been drinking the whole evening, so you didn’t want to spur on some sort of confrontation or incident.
Though, the sight unfolding out in front of you was more interesting, you casting Dmitri a somewhat amused side glance when he didn’t reply to that. You noticed the way he rubbed at the edge of his mustache, his eyes trained on the bottles behind the bar across the room, and the way his leg lightly brushed against your own as he jiggled it. You had picked up on some tension from him since you had returned to the table, but he was hard to read. Still laughed and grinned with Hopper and was engaged in the conversations throughout the night, but he didn’t look at or talk with you for too long until now.
“He’s drunk and miserable,” you continued, leaning back in your chair somewhat to look at Dmitri better. “Just got out of a marriage. So, he sees someone he was in a relationship with when he was younger, and thinks…”
“It is clear what he thinks,” Dmitri commented, “He keeps checking to see if you are at the same table.”
“And you keep watching him like a hawk,” you replied, failing to keep the amused look from crossing your face.
Dmitri didn’t reply to that, dropping his gaze from your own as he turned to glance toward where Hopper and Joyce had disappeared to. You grinned, placing a hand on his knee in a reassuring gesture. Really, you appreciated the gesture, as you figured that was helping keep him away from you. Plus, the night was starting to drag on and you weren’t interested in getting involved in whatever whim your ex would end up regretting tomorrow.
“Tell you what,” you continued, causing him to glance back toward you, “I’ll pay for what we had tonight, and you can go tell Hop and Joyce that you’ll drive me home?”
A certain touch of a grin crossed your face at the last request, one that had become familiar over time.
The first time had been just that. You hadn’t expected for things to evolve like they did with Dmitri, who had initially been a stranger to you on top of even stranger events. Yet, over time, you found yourself spending more time around him than you intended. A natural companionship had bloomed out of that, and friendly offers to take you home had moved into something more than that. Yet, you both seemed to bite your tongues on saying exactly what it was between you two. Some days you wondered if it was just a short-term fling and you should be expecting an end date at some point. Other times, it felt like you opened up to each other and you wondered if things were different than what you were thinking.
The current night seemed to blur that line. So, while the implication of spending the night was there, as it usually was, you also wondered if he’d tell you what got at him tonight.
“Sounds good,” he agreed, which allowed you to stand with a nod.
“Great. I’ll see you in the car.”
You headed toward the bar to pay for what you had drank that night, making an effort to not look at the man who had been the crux of your issues tonight. While you could feel his eyes on you as you wrapped up your night out, he didn’t reach out or try to talk to you when you passed by him again to head toward the door.
The sun had set, allowing the night’s air to cool things off a little. Really, it felt nice and allowed you to breathe for a moment. You knew the drive back home would be an interesting one, so you figured you would gather yourself for a few moments before you started to dig around for your keys. You stepped off the curb toward your car, hearing the front door of the bar opening behind you but you didn’t quite pay it much mind in the moment.
That is, until you heard someone say your name in a frustratingly familiar voice.
You pulled your keys from your pocket, holding them tightly in your fist as you turned around with a sigh.
“Look–” you began, quickly cut off when your ex stumbled forward another couple steps, waving his arms in front of him in a drunkenly dismissive gesture.
“No, no. Lemme just say…” he began, thankfully not stepping forward into your space any further. For now. “I never–never stopped thinking about you. I think we…”
“I think you stopped long enough to get married and have a couple kids,” you commented in some light humor, trying to keep the situation under control, “You’re drunk. How about you just go back inside and ask for a cab? Hell, I could quickly duck inside and call one for you.”
“I’m not drunk,” he insisted, “I miss you. Couldn’t keep my eyes off you all night.”
“If that’s true, then you know I didn’t come here alone.”
“Fuck him,” he retorted, making you frown somewhat.
The longer you stood there, the more acutely aware that Dmitri could come walking out at any moment and the last thing you needed was a full confrontation. You were also quickly losing your patience with the situation, yet you knew pushing him in this state would just make things worse. With another small sigh, you stepped forward, hand raised somewhat like you were trying to guide him to turn around.
“You’re drunk,” you said, “Let’s go inside and find a way to get you home.”
“No–you’re just…” he protested, taking advantage of your extended arm to grab your wrist and pull you harshly toward him. You stumbled somewhat in surprise, but immediately pulled back to try to get out of his grasp.
“Let me go or there will be a problem,” you stated evenly, despite the rising anger in you.
He didn’t, still staring you down with a hardening look on his face. He started to speak again, more slurred and insistent words with no exact point. Yet, your gaze drifted toward the door again when you saw it open again. Dmitri stepped outside, looking around somewhat neutrally before his gaze met yours. You knew the scene he was walking into–you trying to pry your hand out of a drunken man’s hold, and you instantly saw the shift in his body language.
Shit.
You yanked your hand back again with as much force as you could muster, feeling a quick ache in your wrist as you did so but you didn’t have the time to pay it much mind at the moment. Still, it was enough for you to get away from his grasp just in time for Dmitri to harshly pull him back by the collar of his jacket, effectively putting himself between you two. It was a small relief, though you were quickly concerned that this would get out of hand.
“We are having a conversation,” your ex insisted, a little shaken up but you could catch the edge in his voice.
“No, we’re not,” you stated, “Go home.”
“I know you’re just trying to spite me, but–”
“Enough,” Dmitri snapped, “She told you to leave. Say another word and I will end this conversation.”
“Who are you supposed to be?” your ex asked, trying to straighten up somewhat but swayed somewhat on the spot.
“Her boyfriend,” he stated, making your gaze flicker toward the back of his head for a moment, “We are leaving.”
Nobody moved, however, the tension in your body and the whirlwind of thoughts that got kicked up in your mind almost made you dizzy. You were waiting for someone to swing, but instead your ex let out a soft scoff, taking a couple steps back before meeting your gaze with a bitter chuckle.
“A commie,” he said, shaking his head, “You really sunk down quite low this time, huh?”
“I’m not a drunk picking fights outside a bar,” you retorted, “Great talk, though.”
With that, you reached out to place a hand on Dmitri’s shoulder, a subtle guiding gesture before you started to make your way toward the driver’s side of the car. You really just wanted to get out of there, despite the fact that you could feel your blood boiling. You slid into the driver’s seat, starting up the car as Dmitri climbed into the passenger seat. However, you didn’t pull out, rubbing at your somewhat throbbing wrist as you watched your ex’s back disappear back into the bar.
“He hurt you?” Dmitri asked after a few moments, making you pry your eyes away from the door to glance down at your wrist, rolling it somewhat and flexing your fingers.
“No, just had to pull pretty hard to get him to release my wrist,” you replied, shaking your head, “He’s always been a little handsy while drunk. Though, it’s reminding me why we split in the first place.”
“I can go back in,” Dmitri offered, almost lightheartedly but there was a seriousness to his tone that had you believing he might follow up on that if you asked.
“He’s not worth the effort,” you replied, finally pulling the car out to make your way back to your home. You could still feel some of that tension sitting in your gut, running over the night’s events in your head.
The house was dark by the time you arrived back home, shucking your shoes off as you got ready to settle in for the night.
However, you barely had time to turn around and form a sentence to state that thought when hands were on you. Dmitri pulled you into a hard kiss, gripping the back of your head with one hand and pulling you flush against him with a hand pressing into your lower back. You gripped at the front of his jacket, a hand pressed between your bodies as you slid your hand into his hair. Really, you were a little surprised he lasted the car ride if this was the intensity of the current moment.
You felt the edge of the small table near the door pressing into your back, which made you drop the hand from his hair down to blindly clear some space before pushing yourself up to sit on it. Dmitri pressed in closer, allowing you to let him settle between your legs. He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, you parting your lips to let him push his tongue into your mouth with a light groan. You could faintly taste the alcohol he had been drinking that night on his tongue when you met his with your own.
Dmitri dropped his hand down from the back of your head to your shoulder, where he pulled at the lapels of your coat to expose your neck. He parted from your mouth to nuzzle at your neck, taking the time to leave open-mouthed kisses against your neck, mustache tickling lightly at the skin with each press of his lips. He hit a certain spot that made you inhale lightly, tensing up somewhat. At your reaction, he sucked lightly at the skin there, making you squirm with a light moan that dissolved into a breathless chuckle.
“You are pretty attractive when you’re jealous,” you commented.
“Not jealous,” he muttered, somewhat muffled, between kisses.
“You were scowling all evening.”
You brought a hand up to push at the opening of his jacket to help him take it off, the current moment making you feel like you were starting to cook in the clothing you still had on. Dmitri pulled away from your neck to help you shed his jacket, his hands making quick work of removing your own before tossing it on the floor. You felt him place a hand on one of your still clothed thighs, leaning in to capture your mouth in a much lighter and quick kiss than his previous. Though, he didn’t pull away much, parting just enough so he could speak against your mouth.
“Have not seen you all week and he shows up. Ruins the night…”
“He certainly wasn’t invited,” you said, tilting your head to kiss him lightly for a moment, “and the night is still young.”
You felt Dmitri squeeze your thigh lightly, pulling back somewhat to bring his hands around to the front of your pants. He tugged at them lightly, his usual silent ask for permission as he stared into your eyes. You nodded lightly, lifting your hips somewhat so he could pull them off you. Once they joined your jacket on the floor, he knelt somewhat as he hooked his fingers into the sides of your underwear. Seeing where this was going, you placed a hand on top of his to pause his movements.
“On the couch,” you said, “I need to give my wrist a break.”
Dmitri nodded, you expecting him to shift back to let you down, but instead he wrapped his arms around you so he could hoist you up against him. You clumsily wrapped your arms around his neck and hooked your legs around his torso, feeling his grin against your shoulder as you let out an awkward laugh as he turned to carry you the short distance from the front door to the living area.
He placed you down onto the couch, kneeling somewhat so he could press his body against yours again as he kissed you hard with a low noise in his chest. He trailed his hands along your body outside your shirt, cupping your breasts with his hands through the fabric as you moaned lightly against his mouth, arching lightly into the touch as he squeezed them. Your bear legs brushed against the fabric of his pants, feeling him push his hips down against yours for a moment before he shifted.
He lifted himself up somewhat against the armrest, face still hovering over yours as he dropped a hand down between your legs. You inhaled sharply at the feeling of his fingers rubbing against your folds through the fabric, watching the arousal cross his expression as he let out a low groan. Though, that look shifted into something a little different as he rubbed his fingers against you again, his mouth lifting into a light grin. (He looked almost…proud?)
“You are wet already?”
The comment made you pause, taking stock for a moment the coolness of the air against your core and realized that you were. You had learned pretty early on that he enjoyed a good bit of teasing and banter as foreplay, but the way he charged out of the gate so quickly the current night and knowing you inspired that? It turned you on quicker than you had registered at the time. Instantly, you could feel heat settling into your face, but you found yourself nodding lightly.
“All for you,” you replied, pushing your hips up against his fingers.
That pulled a groan from him, Dmitri pressing his fingers down against you a little harder. You let out a whimper, craving that touch all the more as he continued to tease you outside your underwear. That familiar almost playful look crossed his face when you felt him rub a little lazily against your clit through your underwear, making you squeeze your legs together around his hand somewhat as you craved a more direct touch. Finally, you let out a small, almost frustrated noise.
“Please–” you sighed, trying not to squirm out of need as you met his gaze again, “Touch me, Dmitri, please.”
“I am,” he remarked, earning a quick glare that he brushed off with a small chuckle before shifting back.
He knelt more on the floor in front of the couch, pulling your underwear down your legs before tossing them aside. He trailed his hands up your legs, nearly touching your core before dipping down to the inside of your thighs.
“Spread your legs,” he instructed, you following that command as you situated yourself further down on the couch so he could have better access.
Dmitri regarded you opened up for him with a hunger that put a twinge of arousal right down between your legs, his head bowing to press his head between your legs. He started with slow licks up your folds, purposeful, and it had you sinking further down against the couch cushions. You let out a small breath that came out close to a hum, your eyes fluttering closed. He continued to lick at you, mixing up the pressure of his tongue before shifting to lick at your clit.
They were quick and short at first, which had you struggling to keep your hips still before he used his hands to keep them still. He continued to lick at and drag his tongue around your clit, sucking lightly from time to time to pull a few strangled noises from you. You found your good hand reaching down to grip at his hair, squeezing your legs against his shoulders somewhat. Dmitri groaned into you, moving a hand from your hip to trail down the outside of your leg. You placed one of your legs on his shoulder at his coaxing, Dmitri parting his mouth from you for a moment as he shifted.
He pushed a finger into you, reattaching his mouth to your clit as you let out a moan and gently rolled your hips against him. Dmitri pumped his finger into you as he ran his tongue across your clit, your fingers tightening in his hair. Once you were used to his single digit, he added a second finger, eventually increasing depth and speed as he hit that certain spot in you. It had your mouth falling open, moans and half utterances escaping you as he kept feeding into that tightening feeling in you.
Eventually, you opened your eyes again, head angled up toward the ceiling as Dmitri continued to fuck you with his mouth and fingers. You could feel that light tingling feeling traveling down your body, dropping your head down to look at Dmitri between your legs.
You were immediately met with a heady gaze, eyes burning into your own, pupils blown wide. His head moved subtly in time with his tongue, your hand tangled in his short hair to keep him where he was as he let out a moan as you continued to hold his gaze. With the motions and the sight in front of you, you found that hot feeling wash over you, which settled heavily in your gut. You let out a gasp and moan, shakily rolling your hips forward as you dropped your head back.
“Oh, I–Dmitri, you–” you gasped out, finally finding your voice but struggling to string a sentence together around the feeling of your walls fluttering around his fingers. “I’m cumming! I…”
It only took a few more moments before you clenched around him, letting out a cry as you came undone. You released Dmitri’s head as he lapped at you for a few more moments before pulling back from you. He wiped your juices from his face and sucked them from his fingers before rising to lean over you on the couch.
You allowed him to pull you into a languid kiss, tasting a mix of you and himself on his tongue. It was intoxicating, especially with the post-orgasm haze that was still setting in you.
“I love your mouth,” you found yourself muttering when he pulled back from the kiss, almost as an aside to yourself. Yet, the small grin that crossed his face told you he heard it loud and clear.
“You almost made me end this too early when you looked down at me,” he said, shifting to stand.
Even with his pants still on–still completely dressed, you realized–his arousal was hard to miss. You gathered yourself to a stand, legs still a little shaky. You leaned into him, reaching a hand down to palm at the hard bulge in his pants. Dmitri let out a low hum, pushing his hips into your hand somewhat before he pulled back with a shake of his head.
“Bedroom.”
He gestured toward the hallway with his head, moving to head toward it as he gathered his shirt at the bottom to pull it over his head. You watched him unabashedly, his back and torso exposed to you as he opened the door to your bedroom. You almost laughed at the confidence of that–leading you around your own house like he owned the place. Yet, you knew it wasn’t like he didn’t know where everything was, considering how often he started staying with you.
As much as you both hadn’t wanted to show your relationship off or label it so far, you realized that there was no way Joyce or Hopper hadn’t caught on at the very least.
“You are still on that…?” he asked as you walked into your bedroom.
“Birth control? Yeah,” you said with a nod, making quick work of your shirt and bra.
Once you were bare in front of him, you saw lust darken his gaze again as he took you in with his eyes. Yet, he didn’t approach you to pull you into him or anything. Instead, he turned to grab one of the pillows from the head of the bed. He placed it down near the center of the bed as you approached it to climb up onto it.
“Lay on your stomach,” he directed, “Put the pillow under you, it should help keep you comfortable.”
“Sure,” you agreed with a nod, “Though, can you do something for me?”
“Of course,” he replied, watching you intently.
“Don’t hold back.”
Dmitri’s brow pinched somewhat. “Hold back?”
“Yeah. Come on,” you said with a light chuckle, “You seemed pretty close to just fucking me on the table near the front door when we got here…”
“You want that?” he asked after a brief pause, a look of interest crossing his face as you nodded your head.
“Yes,” you replied, trying not to let the slight sheepishness slip into your tone at admitting that. It seemed like he had gotten pretty close to figuring it out on the couch–not that you didn’t enjoy what he ended up doing in the end. Clearly.
“Sure, if that is what you want.”
With that, you situated yourself down on your stomach on the bed, tucking the pillow under you. Behind you, you heard the sound of Dmitri removing the last of his clothing, a part of you tempted to turn and look over at him. Yet, you felt the bed dip somewhat as he climbed onto it. His hands went to your hips, pulling them up so your ass was in the air somewhat. Dmitri let out a small hum, pressing a kiss along your spine on your lower back, running his fingers along your folds again.
That pulled a small gasp from you, feeling somewhat sensitive when he circled your clit with his finger. Yet, the arousal that washed over you at the current situation told you that you could go again, pushing yourself back against his hand somewhat.
“Keep this position,” he stated, shifting forward so he could press a lingering kiss to the back of your neck before pulling back to speak. “And tell me if you want to stop.”
You nodded, moving the pillow somewhat so it would be more comfortable as Dmitri shifted back upright. He pressed his fingers along your folds again, down and then up again to circle your clit with a finger. You let out a sigh, rocking back into the motion as he pushed his fingers into you once again. Dmitri let out a low groan, pumping into you a little harder.
“Still so wet for me,” he commented, “All for me, as you said. Yes?”
“Yes,” you replied, pushing lightly back against his hand.
“Good,” he said, suddenly pulling his fingers out of you.
The absence ached a little, though the feeling of Dmitri trailing a hand down your spine and rubbing the head of his cock against you distracted you somewhat. He pulled your hips back as he entered, the stretch making you gasp a little. However, he didn’t meet much resistance, which had him pushing in with a bit of a harder thrust. The feeling of him bottoming out inside you pulled a moan from you, your torso and face still resting against the comforter of the bed. He gripped your hips with both hands, pulling you back against him with each thrust forward.
He rocked you into him at an easy pace until you found yourself pushing back against his thrusts, which prompted him to pick up pace. You started to let out moans and whimpers as he started to hit certain parts of you that shot pleasure through you. Dmitri thrust harder into you, starting to let out a few grunts and cusses of his own. You tried to keep up with his pace, but he kept pounding into you harder. You relished in the feeling of his cock slamming into you, pulling all sorts of little sounds out of you as he rocked you back and forth against the bedspread.
“When I saw you tonight…” Dmitri started, not breaking pace but you could hear him struggling to get the words out between his heavy breathing, “at the bar with him…Joyce saying she thinks you will get back together…saw way he looked at you…I wanted to interrupt very badly. You are right. I was a little jealous.”
“I know what he wanted,” you gasped out as he stilled inside you, hovering over you as he placed a hand in your preferal. You groaned, feeling yourself pulse around his hard cock.
“What?”
“This,” you panted, gesturing around you as you leaned back on your knees as Dmitri’s prompting hand. You rested your back against his chest as he wrapped an arm across your chest and dropped his hand down to rub at your clit as he started to bounce you on his cock.
You let out a loud groan as he pushed in at the new angle, his fingers at your clit pushed you further and further toward your orgasm. Dmitri groaned at your back, his hot breath at the back of your neck as he pushed his cock up into you. You used your legs to push back down on him, creating a pace that was building up a delicious tension in you.
“He wanted to be you,” you continued, finding your train of thought again, “Doing this, right now.”
Dmitri moaned, thrusting up into you hard as you met him again as you whined, feeling your climax quickly building with each push of his cock into you and swipe of his finger.
“You want that?” he asked low in your ear, punctuating that with another thrust as you cried out.
“No. No, just you,” you panted out, feeling yourself fluttering around his cock, another moan escaping you.
“Just me.”
“Yes, Dmitri. Just–Oh, fuck. I only want you.”
“Come for me, then,” he said around a curse in Russian, “I want to feel you. I want to come when you squeeze around me.”
You knew that was right around the corner, judging from the pressure building inside you. A part of you almost begging for that release. Though, it didn’t sound like Dmitri was that far behind, considering the noises he was letting out into your ear, his thrusts fast and sloppy. You focused on matching his pace, crying out with each thrust as you could feel yourself getting so close to what you wanted. You could feel your legs burning, being folded under you like they were but–
Your orgasm hit you suddenly, and hard. You clenched around Dmitri’s cock, tensing up as you cried out, losing control of your volume for a few moments. Dmitri wrapped an arm around your middle, holding you tight to him as he thrust up into with a few more quick thrusts before stilling. He moaned into your ear as he came, following up with some grunts and pants as he shot his cum into you. You could feel it leaking down your shaking legs, which only became more apparent as he released you to pull out.
You collapsed onto the bed, trying to catch your breath and stretch out the ache in your legs. Dmitri lay down beside you with another groan, shutting his eyes for a few moments as you took him in. His flushed appearance, hair a mess with his mouth parted to catch his breath. You had sex with him before, laid in bed with him after, and he was gorgeous then. In the moment, however, looking at him made your heart squeeze, feeling almost giddy.
Dmitri opened his eyes, turning his head to meet your gaze.
“You are good?” he asked, making you smile as you nodded.
“I’m fantastic,” you replied, “though, I’m going to feel…everything in a couple hours.”
“That is what you wanted,” Dmitri said in some light humor, reaching out to pull you into his arms. “I will carry you around the house if we are not both stuck in bed.”
You shifted to settle against him, wrapping your arms around his middle as he rested his chin on the top of your head. He ran a slow hand up and down your spine, the sensation threatening to pull you to sleep before you could voice the thing on your mind. Everything was still a bit of a blur, but you found yourself dwelling on a moment.
“I know that most of what you said was exaggerated…” you started, causing Dmitri to shift so you could look at each other.
“Yes…”
“Yet, the whole…’wanting to interrupt’ thing sounded like it came from something outside of all the rest…” you continued, “I-I could be wrong, I’m…spent and not exactly…”
“...You are right. I was jealous,” he replied after a moment, “I am tired of hiding. Hiding us.”
“I didn’t mean to make you feel like we were hiding,” you said, rubbing a hand against his bare shoulder, “I know we didn’t want to cause a whole thing, considering it didn’t really start in a traditional way.”
“I know,” he said, “I was fine with it, but recently things have changed. I do not want to pretend around Joyce and Hopper anymore.”
“...They probably guessed it,” you muttered around a soft huff, “I wouldn’t mind that. To be with you. I mean…I felt such dread when Joyce pointed out my ex tonight. I should have just said something…”
“We tell them next time, then.”
“Yeah. Let’s do that.”
You reached up to cup the side of his head, pulling him in for a tender and lingering kiss. While you were uncertain what would actually change outside of being able to be more affectionate in public, you knew a part of you had been wanting to just call this what it was. Or leave it, if it wasn’t. So, there was a notable amount of relief upon Dmitri bringing that up.
“So, I guess you calling yourself my boyfriend earlier…” you said around a chuckle once you settled back into the bed.
“Was a bit of a misspeak, but it was on the tip of my tongue.”
“Well, tomorrow you can say it all you want.”
Dmitri pressed a small kiss to the side of your head in response, the gesture finally allowing your thoughts to settle as exhaustion took over. It didn’t take long for sleep to pull you under. However, your whole conversation would become pretty relevant a couple hours later when Joyce came knocking on your door to check in about you disappearing last night.
The clothes on the floor and you and Dmitri looking equally as tired and disheveled explained more than whatever words you could have said to her then, anyway.