Vasiliy Fet is (aversiontorats) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-04-05 01:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, dutch velders, vasiliy fet |
Being in Your Arms is Oddly Comforting...
Who: Vasiliy Fet and Dutch Velders
What: Fet arrives, and meets someone who seems familiar, in a very odd way. Dutch maybe freaks out.
Where: A movie theater
When: recently
Status: Closed and Complete
Rating: NC-17 for suggestive language and graphic sex between consenting adults.
Vasiliy stepped out of his truck, stripping off his gloves as he did so, and slipping out of his jacket. He locked it, and stepped toward the theater, his ground-eating pace covering the distance quickly. He had been working all day, and been finding himself serious tired, but there was a late showing of Trigun Badlands Rumble here, and he hadn’t seen that in years.
He had loved certain anime ever since his father had sent him away on an exchange program to Russia, supposedly to see the old country and experience his heritage. Little did his dad realize that he would be placed with a family of Japanese anime nuts, and that he would spend the whole trip learning Japanese and watching cartoons. It had been an amazingly fun trip.
So he was grinning as he stepped into the theater, and almost ran into someone.
“Oh, hey, sorry. Didn’t see you there.”
“No prob--” Dutch cut herself off when she saw him. Clear as day, there he was - Vasiliy Fet, the man of her actual dreams. She felt her eyes widen in disbelief. This was completely unexpected. All this time she’d believed that he would stay in her dreams, unreachable, untouchable, and yet there he was.
“Uhh…” She struggled to compose herself. “No problem.” She repeated, this time finishing the statement completely. A smile curled onto her lips. Wow. He was just as tall as he’d seemed in her dreams. Every detail was the same. It amazed her.
“What are you going to see?” Dutch asked, that same smile staying fixed on her face.
Her reaction was noted, and he canted his head to the side, hmming inside. Sexy, smart-looking, but distracted by something. Something to do with him… and a nice smile! Yes. Very nice smile, with lovely lips, lips that made him want to---he drug his mind out of the gutter, and smiled back.
“Trigun Badlands Rumble, the special showing. You?” He smirked to her, slowly, finding himself half-stepping closer to her again. Even if he had nearly knocked her over, there was something about her… something…
He blew out a breath. Damn.
“Anime.” Dutch nodded in approval, a tiny smile on her lips. She didn’t really follow most anime. Back at her old job she’d had a Sailor Neptune figurine at her cubicle, but only because she’d liked the aesthetics of the character. One thing was certain about all of it - The animators were talented. It was all very pleasing for the eyes.
“I’m not exactly sure. I thought I’d go for a walk, stop by, and see what was playing. If nothing interested me I was just going to go for a noodle bowl next door.” She shrugged. “Best noodles in the city.”
Dutch found herself shifting her weight from her back foot to her front foot. It was a subtle move, but it moved her ever so slightly closer to Vasiliy. It was more of an unconscious move than a planned one. In her dreams she’d found herself wanting to be close to him. Why should waking hours be any different?
She drank in every detail of his appearance. He was missing the pest control badge, but other than that he was a dead ringer for the man of her dreams. It was all so surreal that she couldn’t believe her eyes.
Vasiliy couldn’t take his eyes off of this strangely pretty woman. She was hot, and she seemed to be very interested in him. It seemed to be his lucky night. He smirked at her. “Want to join me?” If she would, well, maybe he would buy her noodles afterward… and make her breakfast.
Whoah, there Vassiliy, slow down, man. You just met this woman!
But he didn’t care. He wanted to lift her up and see if he could trace her name with his tongue.
Dutch perked up slightly at the invitation. Was she going to join the man who’d been in her dreams for months now for a movie? Of course she was! There was no doubt in her mind that this was the way things were meant to be. She laughed a little and nodded. “Yeah, I think I would like to join you.”
“Though if we’re going to be sitting next to each other, enjoying quality anime, we should probably know each other’s names.” She smiled, holding out her hand. “Dutch Velders, nice to meet you.”
“Excellent. They have great dogs here, too.” He smirked at her, at first, rather feeling upbeat about this evening. Not alone, now, at least for this part.
Fet smiled softly, and extended his hand. “Vasiliy Fet, at your service, Miss Velders.” He shook her hand, then bowed over it, eyes on hers, as he kissed it. Of course, she could yank it back at any second if she felt him too forward.
There it was. His name. If Dutch had any doubts left at all, they were gone now. This was him, in the flesh. She couldn’t fight a big grin from forming on her lips when he kissed her hand. As it was, she didn’t think him too forward. She thought it was delightful. So far everything about him delighted her. Perhaps that would fade with time, but right now the very idea that someone she adored in her dreams was standing right next to her was blowing her mind.
“Shall we?” Dutch nodded towards the ticket booth with her head, that smile staying fixed on her face.
“We shall, we shall.” He led the way to buy some hot dogs and tickets, checking to see what kind she liked, and where she wanted to sit, both. Then, they were in the cool theater, dead center, and settled in two nice seats. Vasiliy was amused by the comfortable lounge type chairs, with the fold up arm between them. And he didn’t hesitate to place one arm next to hers as they settled. In a quiet voice, he spoke. “This is going to be fun!”
Vasiliy was right, the hot dogs looked delicious. She ordered hers just with mustard. Relish was usually her thing, but Dutch found herself worrying about her breath in this scenario. While even the mustard might have been problematic, Dutch decided that a mint could easily take care of that.
She settled into the comfy chair, enjoying the fact that their arms touched rather casually. It didn’t seem to bother him at all, so it certainly didn’t bother her. In fact, she kind of liked it.
Dutch looked over to him with a grin at his declaration that it was going to be fun. She was pretty confident that it was going to be fun, too.
Vasiliy was smiling as they settled, enjoying the contact, and the way she smiled. This was fun, and she was interesting, and suddenly the movie seemed even more interesting. As the movie started, he found himself distracted by her presence, and somehow, at least at one point, found his hand reaching for one of hers.
And if the movie went by quickly, he found he didn’t mind at all, especially when he turned to talk to her after and realized the arm was up and he was somehow even closer than he had been. It took him a moment to speak. “Nice movie, yes?” His voice was a little huskier than it had been, perhaps…
It was sort of odd how during the movie Dutch had shifted without thinking about it. Once the movie was over she came to the realization that she was practically leaning against Vasiliy, her hand not quite holding his but definitely touching. She sat up a little straighter, hoping he didn’t mind the closeness.
“Yeah, I enjoyed it.” Dutch smiled at him pleasantly. “Definitely glad I swung by here instead of sitting at home with my laptop.” She confessed with a tiny laugh. It would have been a lonelier day if she’d stayed at home. She would have missed out on meeting the literal man of her dreams.
Fet nodded as he stood, smiling shyly almost. “Yes, me too. We should, perhaps, do this again.”
He led the way out of the theater, and then smiled. “Do you like Pizza?”
The idea of going to another movie with Vasiliy brought an even bigger smile to Dutch’s face. She nodded. “Yeah, I think I’d like that.”
“Does anyone not like pizza?” She challenged with a grin and raised eyebrows. Dutch loved pizza. In college she had lived off of a diet of ramen and delivery pizza and somehow she hadn’t gotten sick of either.
Vasiliy grinned then arched an eyebrow as he looked at her. “I make the best pizza. Would you like a slice?” Yes, he had no shame, really, and no hesitation about what he wanted. But he really was offering to cook her pizza.
And sex, too, if he could get away with it.
But pizza.
“You make pizza?” She asked, mild disbelief in her voice. It was too good to be true. Homemade pizza sounded wonderful. “I’d love a slice.” Dutch smiled a big smile. He could cook. It was a real life thing. This kept getting better and better. Also, it was a wonderful excuse to get back to his place. Yes, Dutch had plans for the rest of the night if Vasiliy was willing. So far the signals he was giving indicated that he was.
Vasiliy smirked. “I do. I make deep dish pizza that’ll make your lips pucker.” His smirk was warm, but full, and he stepped in close. “Good. I can make it, and share some vino, a 2000 vintage, if you’re up for it?”
He offered her his hand.
Dutch took his hand, grinning. Pizza and wine sounded like a brilliant way to follow the movie. “Oh, I’m up for it.” It was nice having her hand in his. Just as in the dreams he had big hands as most taller men do. Dutch couldn’t help but let her thoughts wander, imagining him touching her with those hands. It was the sounds of passing traffic outside that snapped her back to reality.
“It sounds like the perfect dinner, quite honestly.” She smiled, hoping he hadn’t noticed her cheeks flush a little just a couple seconds ago.
He led the way out, then paused. “Follow me in your vehicle?” He was all for taking her in his truck, but he wanted the first time that happened to be her choice, and well, if this didn’t work out, he didn’t want a scene. Better for both if she had her own ride.
Her flushing cheeks made him grin wider. “I’ll go slow for you, the first time.” His smirk was warm.
“Perfect.” She nodded. It was probably best that she went in her car, anyway, or at least more convenient. This was only the first time they’d met. There would be plenty of other opportunities for her to go places in his truck if this panned out.
Dutch laughed at his comment. “You’ll find that I pick up on these things pretty quickly, first time or fiftieth.” She grinned and pulled out her keys, the keychain jingling slightly in her hand.
“Good to know. See you soon.” He turned and moved to his truck, keeping an eye out on her so a, he would know she made it safely, and b, he would know what her car looked like. Once she was there, he slid into his truck, started it up and got it to the edge of the parking lot, waiting for her there, again, before leading the way to his place.
Which, soon enough, hove into view ahead. He pulled into the parking lot, then hopped out and grabbed the guest pass he had as he walked over toward her car, smirking as he went.
“Ready to enter my lair?”
Dutch made sure the guest parking pass was visible on her dash and then got out of her car. She smirked at the way he worded things. “That sounds vaguely foreboding.” Cocking her head to the side, she grinned at him. “Should I be worried?”
It was a joke, of course. Dutch wasn’t worried at all. Perhaps it was foolish, but she was basing her opinion of Vasiliy mostly on the dreams she’d had of him. She had an incredible amount of trust in the man. It couldn’t even be put into words.
Vasiliy smirked. “I only bite when asked politely.” And he led the way toward his apartment. When the door opened, it revealed a two bedroom apartment that was filled with state of the art tech, and kitchen, and comfortable everything else. The clash between the two was obvious in the couch that had seen better days facing the high tech television mounted on one wall which had speakers on the three other walls.
“Sit, be comfortable! Want something to drink?”
All it took was the state of the art tech to leave Dutch wide-eyed and awestruck. This was her kind of place. She looked around, taking a seat on the very comfy if worn couch, then let her gaze find Fet again. She smiled. “I am a bit thirsty. Anything would be fine.”
Dutch slipped her purse off of her shoulder and set it down on the floor beside the couch. She couldn’t help but think that this wouldn’t be a bad place to live, but when she caught herself thinking such things she scolded herself. It was just dinner. She told herself that she shouldn’t look for anything beyond that for fear of getting disappointed.
“Nice place you’ve got here.” She leaned back in her seat to make eye contact with Vasiliy once again.
“Okay, then.” He moved to the kitchen, and took out a freshly made pizza he had put together today, piled high with toppings and cheese, and started the oven pre-heating as he grabbed two beers. They were not high end, but they were tasty, or so he thought.
“Here you go.” He settled next to her on he couch, curling his feet up under him like a great cat might, and smirking at her. “What’s your favorite kind of movie?”
“Honestly?” She raised her eyebrows slightly. “I’m a sucker for a good scary movie.” Dutch smiled broadly, but then stopped herself. “Nothing with vampires, though. My nightmares have all but ruined vampire movies for me.” Her smile faded a little bit. “You dream about something often enough and you just stop wanting to see it on the big screen, you know? But give me ill-intentioned aliens or haunted houses or even creepy witches any day and I soak it all up.”
“What about you?” She took a drink of her beer. “Is anime your typical fare?”
“Nightmares, eh? My mama always told me that one could scare off nightmares if treated properly.” He canted his head to the side, surveying her, and smiling a little as he did so.
“I got several horror movies lying around. Maybe we could make an evening of it, eh?” He wouldn’t mind an excuse to keep her around. Or to slide closer to her.
“Your mother sounds pretty smart.” Dutch smiled with her eyebrows raised. It sounded about right, though she doubted that these nightmares in particular could ever be scared off. Perhaps their effects could be lessened, though.
“I think I’d like that.” She nodded at the suggestion. “No, I would definitely like that.” Dutch took another drink. “I’m up for a little scare as long as you don’t mind me yelping at the parts that have jump scares.” Her mouth curled into a little smirk.
“She is. She’s a tiny thing, but she would be the last person anyone would ever want to piss off.” He chuckled. His mom was fierce. Kind of like Dutch seemed to be. He smiled and shifted a touch closer, then the oven sound went off, and he laughed. “Just a second.” He rose and put the pizza in and then came back to flop, this time right next to her.
“Yelping, hm? I could stand that. Here.” He extended his hand to her. “You grip that and squeeze if you need to.” He used his other hand to spin up his television, and the dvd platter player under it.
And soon a movie was starting. “We start with a classic.” Bela Lugosi’s Dracula began then, the old blood-chilling original.
At the image of Vasiliy’s mother, Dutch smiled. She was fairly certain that she would like the woman. One thing was for sure, she’d done an alright job raising her son. In the dreams Fet had given the impression that his folks were slightly overbearing, pressing him to be an overachiever, but whatever they’d done had produced an amazing man. She wasn’t sure she would have wanted them to do anything differently.
She settled in, sinking into the couch cushions slightly as the movie started. Dutch took Vasiliy’s hand. Vampires gave her all the wrong kind of chills these days, but at least she wasn’t alone. She could watch this movie if he was right there next to her.
“I don’t think I’ve ever watched this one all the way through.” She said in a hushed voice so as to not talk over the movie.
“It is not so vampire as modern vampire movies. More suspense and story and less of the… ah, the gore and violence.” His voice was soft, and his other arm went around her as they watched the movie, which ended suspensefully rather than with a huge fight.
The next movie started cueing in and it was Killer Clowns From outer Space. Vasily laughed. “Need break, new drinks?” He looked down at her, eyes dancing.
“I like it better that way.” She confessed in a quiet tone. As his arm found its way around her, Dutch leaned in a little closer to him. It was nice the way she seemed to fit like a puzzle piece leaning close against him.
She looked up at him when he spoke up and nodded. “I could go for another one.” Dutch smiled. It was so comfortable being around him. She felt as if she’d known him for years instead of for a day. Some of it must have been because of the dreams, but she suspected that most of it was due to the connection they seemed to have.
Vasiliy rose and headed to grab the drinks, and cut the pizza, now out and warm, but not so hot it would burn them. He returned laden with pizza and drunks and glopped next to her again. “So what do you do for fun, besides coming to this strange man’s house and making him feel very good?”
“For fun?” Dutch raised her eyebrows slightly. “It depends. When I’m in the mood to get out, I go out to a bar or go out dancing or even travel somewhere interesting that isn’t Orange County. When I’m in the mood to stay in I usually just hit my stash of British candy and get close to my laptop or a good book.” She smiles.
“And what do you do for fun when you’re not entertaining mysterious strangers?” She smirked a little bit, taking a slice of pizza and biting into it. Dutch let out a quiet ‘mmm’ of approval.
“British candy? You should try Russian candy. Much more edifying.” He reached over the couch and into a small bag back there, and pulled out a small bag with russian letters on it. he offered the open top to her. The candy was pure fruit gelled into jelly candies, very soft, very fruity.
Vasiliy smirked. “Mostly I work on my truck, and on my secret crime fighting outfit.” Pause. “For cosplay.”
Yes, he cosplayed. Some.
Dutch reached in and grabbed a candy, popping it into her mouth. It was chewy, sweet, and very good. She smiled and nodded in approval. “I could get used to eating this. Do they sell it around here? I’m going to have to share my stash with you sometime.” Her stash of British candy didn’t have anything like this in it. Most of it was some variation on chocolate. Malted chocolate, aerated chocolate, chocolate covered caramel… Luckily, Dutch never got tired of chocolate.
“You cosplay?” She grinned. “I wish I had the confidence to strut around in a costume. I’d make a wonderful Supergirl.” A laugh escaped her lips.
“There’s a store nearby. I could show it to you. Make sure you get the good stuff.” Most shoppers were just looking for something token and bought the silly brightly wrapped things. Those were less good, in Vasiliy’s opinion.
“I’d like that.” He smiled at her. “I do. I mostly do old school silly things.” And for the local orphanage, he dressed like Santa and Easter Bunny, but shhhh. He smirked at her. “I’d like to see that.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.
“Yeah, take me shopping sometime.” Dutch nodded, taking another piece of the fruity candy and enjoying it. One thing was for sure, if this kept up she was going to gain a couple pounds hanging around Vasiliy.
She laughed at his reaction to the Supergirl comment. “Well, maybe for you. I’ve found most guys prefer to fantasize about the Princess Leia slave bikini look, but I’ve always liked the Girl of Steel best. If I’m going to put on a costume I’m going to become an actual superheroine.” She sighed and slouched in her seat slightly. “Pity I wouldn’t be able to fly, though.”
“I could do that, without a problem. I go shopping when i want to cook. Most of what is on the pizza is from that store.” He grinned at her.
“I like tough women. I think a supergirl look would fit you. You don’t seem like you take guff from anyone, but you are also, well, very pretty.” And sexy, and cute. Yes. He smirked at her. “Maybe someday. We could make you a jet pack, maybe.”
“It’s a plan, then.” She grinned right back at him. “Shopping for candy and possibly groceries.” Dutch popped another candy into her mouth. They were addictive, practically.
“Your impression is correct.” She smirked, nodding a little bit. No, she didn’t take guff from anyone. She could also be an incredible softie with the right people, though. She had a feeling Vasiliy would be one of those people.
“A jet pack!” Dutch laughed. “Just as long as you can guarantee it won’t explode while it’s on my back, I’m game!”
Fet grinned at her. “Sounds good to me. It could be fun.” He liked how she liked the candy. She had good taste. He smirked and nodded. Vasiliy let one hand stroke across one of her legs, slowly, just a friendly touch, really.
“I’ve got it in pieces in my workshop.” He tapped her nose. “I would not let it hurt you, Dutch. I will test it out before you ride in it. Make sure it flies okay with no explosions.” He smirked.
“Of course it’ll be fun!” She took another piece of candy. “There’s candy involved!” She grinned as she chewed her last piece of the fruity candy. Dutch smiled as he touched her leg, moving her leg so that she could nudge his foot with hers. She handed back the bag of candy. “Here. Before I give myself a stomachache. It’s so delicious I’m afraid I might eat myself into oblivion.”
“So you’re building a jet pack?” Her eyebrows raised slightly. “Interesting. If it means I might get to fly, I definitely approve.” She laughed a little bit.
Vasiliy put the candy away, and grinned at her, hand still on her leg, and liking how she nudged him. He nudged her back, and arched an eyebrow. “Yep.”
He chuckled. “I build lots of things in my spare time. I’m a mechanic. I draw designs when i am not working, and sometimes on breaks when I am.”
“A mechanic!” She nodded in approval. The Vasiliy in her dreams had been rather good with his hands, too. “That’s good work. I deal with machinery, too. Computers. The software aspect, not the hardware, but I can appreciate someone who does.”
“You’ve really got my respect if you can make me fly.” Dutch chuckled a little, leaning in close to him. It amazed her how comfortable she was around her, especially given that they’d technically just met.
Vasiliy was flushed, but grinning. Her approval, her respect, and her beauty, plus her closeness? In the end, it was a cinch and no other choice. He bent his head to hers and kissed her, very lightly, tentatively, and warmly. She was an amazing woman, and he felt close to her, like he had never been to anyone before.
He would find a way to make her fly, if he could.
This was what she’d been waiting for. When he kissed her, she found herself kissing him back and deepening the kiss slightly. It was a beautiful feeling. Her free arm snaked around him, hugging him just slightly closer to her. All of it felt very much like a dream come true.
When she pulled back she smiled wordlessly at him. It astounded her how they could have a connection in and outside of the dreams. Maybe some things were just meant to be.
Her deepening the kiss let him do the same, and he held her close, and let go. When she pulled back, he grinned at her, a lopsided grin that made him feel young. And he kissed her again, harder, and longer, and more passionately. He had just met her, but he felt like he had known her forever.
When he broke for air, he lifted one arm to stroke her forehead. “I think the watching of movies is maybe over for tonight, yes?”
Kissing Vasiliy came as easily to Dutch as breathing and she loved it. She could have spent the entire evening just kissing him. When he pulled back to take a breath she smiled at him and nodded in agreement, laughing just a little. “Yes, I think so.”
As much as she’d enjoyed watching movies with him, all good things had to come to an end. In the case of this particular good thing, it was so another good thing, the kissing, could have its beginning. Dutch didn’t mind one bit. Once she’d given her answer, she leaned in to kiss him once more.
Vasiliy nodded, leaned back in and kissed her, meeting her leaning in at the same time and huffing a laugh against her lips. And then kissing her more, letting his tongue tap her lips as he parted his, knocking on the door so to speak. Tentatively, he let his hands stroke her back and sides, unsure how far she wanted this to go tonight, but unafraid to seek more.
He liked the feel of her in his hands, and his hands slid down to her rear, and squeezed.
There was muffled laughter as Dutch kissed back. She really wanted him, but kissing him was fun and she was having a blast as they got physically closer. Her laughter turned into the occasional, quiet moan as she kissed him.
When she felt him squeeze her butt she let out a tiny squeal of approval, placing her hand on top of his. It was perfectly fine with her if he got a little handsy. Dutch even encouraged such things.
Vasiliy took that as the approval it was, and let his hands caress and grope her rear, which was a very nice rear, and kissed her quite seriously. His eyes danced as he pulled back a little, and slowly, so she could stop him if she wanted, lifted her to deposit her sideways on his lap. And then he went back to kissing her, and squeezing her rear. There were a couple of moans from his side too, especially now that she was on his lap, and he was hard as a rock under ehr.
Finally, he pulled back again and grinned, resting his forehead against hers.
Dutch settled down on top of him, letting her weight press her down onto him. She could feel his form through his pants. Pulling back from the kiss she smiled at him for a moment. She didn’t even have to think about it. The two of them had such a connection that her actions following that moment made perfect sense to her. Dutch took the hem of her shirt and lifted it above her head. She was wearing a bra underneath, of course, but it was one less layer of clothing in between her and Vasiliy. She tossed the shirt to the side of the couch, watching him for his reaction.
Vasiliy’s eyes went wide in appreciation, and he licked his lips, and he smirked as he pulled her head to his for a kiss with one hand, the other hand stroking her belly and her sides, then around to her back, exploring her skin. He pulled back then and smirked. “You’re beautiful, Dutch.”
In a mirroring movement, his shirt went the same way as hers, and he pulled her in again, skin against skin, letting her feel his hot skin. He was normally very hot blooded.
She grinned appreciatively, leaning in to kiss him this time on his neck. Dutch leaned up against him, enjoying the exchange of body heat. “You’re amazing.” She murmured in his ear.
Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra. Without pulling away from him, she wriggled around a bit and freed herself from the article of clothing, tossing it towards her shirt on the floor.
Vasiliy’s back was crisscrossed with scars, something she would feel if her hands slid around to his back. “So are you.” He whistled softly as she slid her bra off, and he slid his hands along her back, nails lightly stroking her skin where it had been. “Beautiful.” He didn’t look down yet because, well,she was pressed against him anyway. There would be time for that. He kissed her again, and his hands went back to groping he rather pleasing rear.
Dutch slid her hands up his back, her eyebrows knotting together curiously when she felt the scars. “What’s this?” She asked in soft voice, gently tracing her fingertips over the edges of each scar. If it was a story he didn’t want to tell, she would gladly back down, but Dutch was curious. She wanted to know everything there was to know about this wonderful man.
Vasiliy groaned like a purring kitty when she stroked fingertips over his scars. “Mostly it’s from a fire. When I was younger, I thought about working movies as an actor. Some idiot effects man set the fire effect too close to scenery. It all went up in flames and came down, on me. I got out okay, but, well, my back tells a different story. I decided that day I would become a mechanic and learn how to make things work right.”
He reached for and took a swig of his drink, then set it down again. “And a couple of scars from when I was even younger, and swimming in the river with my friends. I dove deep like an idiot, and came up in the wrong place, getting caught in brambles and tree limbs. By the time they got me out, my back had taken a few cuts.” He spoke the words quietly, but without drama or fuss. Then kissed her, to show her he was not fussed about them. And murmured in her ear. “Feels good when they are touched like that, though.” The emphasis on the word was to make sure she understood how good he meant.
“Sounds awful…” She murmured, still tracing her fingertips over the scars. Dutch hated to think of him experiencing anything as painful as that, but it was in the past. The wounds were gone and all that remained were the scars. Vasiliy seemed perfectly fine with it, too. He’d used a horrible experience to inspire a new career. It should have comforted her, but Dutch was still left with the desire to go back in time and protect him from being hurt. That was impossible, of course, but desires don’t always make sense.
Dutch leaned forward and kissed him. In spite of her newfound feelings of protectiveness there was no passion lost. She nipped his lower lip gently. Her kisses tasted like that Russian candy she’d sampled earlier.
Vasiliy kissed her back, and groaned against her lips, and his hands roamed her body, gentle but exploring her everywhere, even undoing her pants a little to slide a hand under the rim. The other one rose up to stroke over her breasts, teasing them and stroking her nipples. He liked touching her, he found and wanted to make her wiggle under his hands…
Dutch practically purred at the sudden sensation of Vasiliy’s hands on her body. Her eyelids closed dreamily and she kept her focus on kissing him, though her hips did rock against his touch. It was almost like a sensory overload with so much going on all at once, but it was a good feeling. She pulled away from kissing him for a moment.
“Are we perhaps a bit overdressed for this?” Her voice was a husky whisper in his ear.
Vasiliy nodded. “And in the wrong place. We should go, to the bedroom, yes?” And without waiting, he rose, lifting her in his arms, and headed that way with ground-eating strides.
In the bedroom, a giant bed awaited, all in greens, and he gently set her down, then without shame, stripped, his hands making quick work of his shoes and socks, then his pants and underwear, revealing his cock, standing tall, in all it’s hard and aching glory. He blew out a long breath as it was freed, and smirked as he advanced toward the bed and her. “Your turn…”
She took a moment to just drink in his appearance, smiling all the while. He really was something. Dutch didn’t want to waste too much time, though. Soon enough she was twisting around on the bed, trying to maneuver herself out of her pants and underwear. The clothing was hastily kicked to the side of the bedroom and she pushed herself up a little further towards the top of the bed.
Dutch licked her lips, feeling a little exposed but somehow comfortable with the sensation. It was all connected to that feeling of trust she had for Vasiliy. She pulled her knees up slightly and smiled at him, waiting.
Vasiliy smirked as he Slid onto the bed and crawled forward, kissing along her feet when he reached them, and then smirking more as he pressed against her, hands sliding up her legs and spreading them as he bent to kiss her, hard and slow and long. “You’re gorgeous, Dutch.” One hand brought up a condom he had been concealing and slid it slowly with some grunting, onto his cock. He gently pressed the head to her pussy, moaning softly.
“So hot…” And he pressed inward, feeling her spread out before him, her body so tight and hot.
Watching him move was amazing, but Dutch couldn’t help but toss her head back slightly as the first waves of pleasure overtook her. Her once even breathing now came in shorter breaths and nothing, it seemed, could wipe that smile off of her face. As he began to enter her, Dutch moved her hips upwards, encouraging the process impatiently.
She wrapped her arms around him, digging her fingertips into his back. “God, you’re big…” She murmured breathily.
Vasiliy bent his body to kiss her, and his hands stroked her breasts, to tease, and tweak her nipples and run all over her skin where he could reach. And all the while, he slowly, slowly pressed his cock into her. He groaned as he finally reached full depth, his hips pressed against hers. “You are so tight, Dutch, so hot. Could squeeze a man in two, there.” He began to move, at first slowly, gently, but quickly moving to a faster thrusting, a harder thrusting, wanting and needing to feel her around him as well as he could.
Dutch cried out, finding a rhythm and moving her hips with Vasiliy. She was every bit as eager as him, bucking and thrusting with enthusiasm. Her face twisted in an expression of pleasure and her breath came in gasps. “Harder!” She insisted as she thrusted her hips up, matching his speed. It was difficult to form words in the moment. The one word command was all Dutch could manage.
The rhythm they found together made Vasiliy whimper and moan her name. There was pleasure and lust in his voice and in his movements, Every thrust pressed his cock into her to the hilt, and it made him whimper. Her cry made him grin and he nodded. “Yes, Ma’am!” And he shifted position slightly, and began to truly fukc her hard, groaning as he lost himself and just let go, fucking Dutch with all her had. He might have bruises tomorrow, but they would be worth it.
It didn’t take much to send Dutch over the edge. Soon she was clawing at the back she’d been touching so tenderly not that long ago. She cried out his name loudly. If he had neighbors, they could undoubtedly hear the two of them carrying on, but Dutch just didn’t have it in her to care. She felt herself practically melt into the mattress as she climaxed for the first time that night, her eyes rolling back blissfully.
Vasiliy lost it shortly after she did, and he cried out as he came, hard, shuddering inside her as he bellowed her name, and exploded within. When it was done, he rested himself on her, carefully, grinning as he kissed her, before sliding out, and off of her, and flopping next to her.
“Damn. You could give a man more years with how good that felt.” Then he simply flopped and rested.
Dutch sighed, enjoying the post-coital euphoria. She rolled onto her side facing Vasily and lightly stroked his upper arm with her fingertips. “I don’t think I ever want to get out of this bed.” A smile slowly spread across her face. “That was amazing.”
He took off and discarded the condom, then grinned at her and stroked her body, softly. “Well, that will make eating problematic.” He winked at her. “It was very amazing. You are an amazing woman.”
He nipped at her nose, then kissed her. “We should do this many more times, I think.”
She laughed, giving him a playful shove. Dutch couldn’t help but wonder if waking up next to him was every bit as magical as it was in the dreams. “I might consider getting out of bed if there’s incentive.”
Dutch grinned at him, leaning in to kiss him back. “I think you’re right.”
Vasiliy smirked and groped her rear playfully, waggling his eyebrows. “I might stay in bed, if there was an incentive.” And she was very much incentive, in his mind. He leaned in and snuggled her close.
“Good. There’s a MST3K marathon next week, and we should go.” His eyes danced. “And then come home after, and have breakfast.”
“I can provide that incentive, you know.” She cuddled up against him, kissing his shoulder. Eventually they would have to get out of bed, though, and Dutch didn't really mind as long as they maintained a sort of closeness.
A grin formed on her face. “I love MST3K! I'm so in for that!” Dutch kissed his jawline. “I can help with breakfast and I don't just mean by eating it.”
“Oh yes? What did you have in mind?” He stroked his fingers over her, rather enjoying how her skin felt warm against his large hands. He liked this, a lot. He hadn’t had this kind of instant connection to someone in a very long time.
“Yeah? Excellent. Then it is a date! When they have showtimes, I can call you for it.” He nodded. “Or wake you to tell you the times.” He winked at her.
“Oh yes? I would love to cook with you.”
“Imagine me as a genie.” She grinned playfully. “Only you happen to get more than three wishes.” Dutch trailed kisses from his jaw down to his shoulder then looked up at him with big, expectant grey eyes. “What'll it be, master?”
Dutch smiled at the suggestion. “I like that, yeah. One way or another, you'll let me know?”
She laughed. “Well, I'm far from a genius in the kitchen, but I'm certain I could do an alright job of helping out.”
Vasiliy smirked. “A dangerous statement, and question. Sure you want to ask that? And make that almost promise?” He could think of half a dozen things to wish for, right off the bat.
“Of course. Frankly, I could stand to see you even more.” He hadn’t intended to say that, and his cheeks flushed red.
“I’m sure you will do great. When I started out, i could burn water. You cannot be worse than me.”
“I live dangerously.” Dutch laughed and grinned brightly. It was a risk, but she did trust him. Surely he wouldn’t ask her to do anything too awful.
She only smiled when she saw him blush. It made her like him even more. Dutch leaned in and kissed him right on the lips. When she finally pulled back, that smile was still on her face. “I’d like to see you more, too.”
“With a teacher like you?” She raised her eyebrows. “I’ll be fine.” Her lips curled into a smile.
Vasiliy smirked back and kissed her back, then nodded. “I’ll do my best.” Then he bent in and kissed and nipped at her lips and across to her neck, and let his breath whisper across her ear. “For my first wish, I want to see those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock, and feel you suck me dry.” His voice was low, hoarse with lust, and one hand stroked her hair as he said it.
Her lips curled into a mischievous smile. “Your wish is my command.” With that, she shifted and crawled down to his waist. Dutch took his cock in her hand to get it closer to her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip at first, then kissed it, taking her sweet time. Finally she dove in for the action, taking him in her mouth as far as she could manage. Dutch sucked gently at first as she slowly bobbed her head up and down its length, gradually sucking harder and harder. As she went to work she let out quiet moans, lifting her gaze to try and see the look on Vasiliy’s face.
Watching her do that as almost as incredible as how it felt, and he cried out as her mouth closed around him. Then louder, still, when she slid most of him into her mouth. “Dutch!” His eyes were on her, lust and pleasure painting his face as he panted in time with how she was sucking his cock.
“Oh yes, my Dutch. Yes.”
With him in her mouth, Dutch traced little patterns on his cock with her tongue. Swirls and circles all meant to bring him pleasure, and when she stopped she would go back to bobbing her head, always sucking on him. She teased his balls with her fingertips, touching them lightly just so they wouldn’t go ignored during the act, then cupping them in her warm hands.
Vasiliy was whimpering and moaning, shuddering as she sucked his cock, and stroked his balls. He shuddered , feeling his pleasure rising slowly but surely. “Feels so good, Dutch, so good.... Won't be long…”
He stroked her hair, fingers tangling in it as she took him in deeper yet.
Multitasking was one of Dutch’s strengths, and so while she stroked his balls with one hand the other slipped between her thighs to give herself some pleasure. She let out a moan with him still in her mouth as she touched herself, still hot and wet from the wild sex they’d had not that long ago. Giving him the best blowjob she could manage was only turning her on more and more.
A few minutes later, He was crying out her name, and warning her as he came, hard, shuddering as the pleasure filled him, and flowed to her. “Dutch!” He shuddered as he stared down at her, fingers curling in her hair, and he smirked at her, tugging gently, to see if she could take him completely and utterly inside her mouth.
Dutch swallowed, slowly lifting her head from his lap. Her tongue still licked at his hardness as she pulled away from him until she was looking up at him, a smirk playing on her face. “I take it that was to your liking?” She couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit. Dutch was pretty confident in her oral skills. Crawling back up towards him, she planted a kiss on his lips.
“Wow! Was that to my liking? Hell yes it was! “ He kissed her back with enthusiasm and with the same passion his hands roamed her sleek body. “You are amazing.” He shivered in an aftershock and stroked one hand down to her pussy. Teasing her there made him grin.
A moan escaped Dutch’s lips as she spread her legs slightly. “Seems like you have a magic touch, hmm?” She smiled, kissing him a little more deeply. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer to her so that she could feel his warm body against hers. Right then it seemed that she couldn’t get close enough to him. She finally had the man she’d been dreaming of in her arms and she didn’t want to let go.
Vassiliy grinned at her, and stroked her a little more. He could get used to this, and enjoy this, definitely. Now he wanted it more and more often. He wondered if he could really talk her into coming around a lot. He hoped so.
Her breathing came in little gasps between kisses, toes curling slightly as tension built up. “More,” It came out as a plea in a small but husky voice. She’d meant it as a command, but somehow the ferocity got lost in translation.
He kissed her in response, smirking against her lips as one hand stroked her pussy with thick fingers, two fingers, sliding into her slow, then faster. He twisted those fingers in her. “LIke this, huh?” He spoke the words against her lips, wanting to make her writhe and whimper, make her feel good.
Dutch broke away from the kiss to moan loudly. Her hips moved instinctively closer towards him. “Like that.” Something like a smile formed on her face, though her expression was twisted in pleasure. She ran a hand up his chest, trying to feel his heartbeat through the layers of muscle and flesh.
Vasiliy smirked more, stroking those fingers in her faster, harder. He wanted to feel her come undone when he worked her up and sent her over the edge. He loved how she wiggled and moaned under his hands, and he loved the feel of her hands on him. “You are so beautiful.” His other hand moved to stroke and tease her breasts, tweaking the nipples gently as he did so.
Her fingers curled slightly, nails digging into him a bit as she hit her climax. Dutch let out a cry, muffled only because she pressed her mouth against his in a passionate kiss. When she finally pulled away her mouth was fixed into a smile. “You’re fucking amazing, you know that?” Her hand ran up his neck and higher still til her fingers ran through his hair.
“I aim to please, sexybutt.” He smirked as he shifted her just so, and his fingers slid out of her, after her climax. He kissed her mouth, and her nose. “You’re pretty damn amazing yourself.”
He grinned at her. “You should rest for a moment. Next time, you’re on top.” He winked at her.
He had never felt just so… Comfortable with someone as he did with her.
Dutch couldn’t help but laugh. “Sexybutt,” She repeated, nuzzling her face into his neck. “You’re something else.”
She lifted her head slightly at the mention of her being on top, smiling bemusedly. “Oh, I fully intend to ride you like a wild bull. Just… Give me a breather, first.” Her head was set back down on his shoulder, the rest of her body cuddling right up against him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“I must be getting old. I could go for hours on end when I was an older teenager.” Dutch frowns slightly. She was two years from being thirty and that was hardly old, but with her feeling like taking a nap she was disappointed in her lack in stamina. “Maybe it’s just because I feel so comfy with you.” She smiled, turning it into a positive.
Vasiliy smiled and kissed her. “I could get used to snuggling close, sexybutt. And take your time. You took the wind out of me, too.” Even if he was hard as a rock against her. He still felt tired, and he felt comfy. “I could nap like this.”
He could get used to this, a lot.
Dutch purred contentedly, snuggling with him. His hard on didn’t go unnoticed, though. She took her hand and ran it up and down his length with slow strokes at first, not wanting to get too much of a reaction right away. Tilting her head up a bit, she kissed him on the lips. After she’d gotten a bit of a breather, Dutch shifted her position, sitting up in the bed.
She smiled down at him. “It seems I’ve gotten a second wind.” She reached for a condom, tearing it open and discarding the wrapper with no care as to where it landed. Clean up could wait until morning. Dutch slipped the sheath onto his cock, then used her hand to guide him inside her. She let out a happy little moan as he entered her.
“Are you ready?” Leaning forward, she put her hands on his chest.
“I couldn’t be more ready, Dutch.” He pulled her so he could kiss her, then collapsed back on the bed, hands on her hips. He knew what he wanted, and he knew he wanted to be with her. This night was already more amazing than any he had ever had. He couldn’t wait to make many, many more.
Dutch started slowly, rocking her hips with a steady rhythm. She bit at her lower lip as she savored the slow pace, her eyes fixed on his face to take in his expression during all of it. Then she picked up pace and intensity. It was hard not to. After all, she did promise to ride him like a wild bull.
“Is this what you want?” The ride got a little rougher, her breasts bouncing as she carried on happily. Her fingers curled slightly, digging in a bit into his chest.
Vasiliy was groaning as she sped up, getting rougher, and he moaned, his heart pounding, the sheer pleasure of it filling him, and making him writhe under her. “Oh yes. Yes, please.” He raised his hands and stroked those breasts, teasing her nipples as she bounced on him. It felt amazing, and he bounced up to meet her, with every thrust.
“You keep on like that, wont be long before I explode.”
Even Dutch was getting more vocal, moaning and crying out as she rode him. Her thighs gripped his hips as she bounced up and down at a rapid pace. She slid her hands up from his chest to his shoulders, holding onto them tightly.
“God, you feel so good in me.”
Vasiliy was moaning her name, crying out as he bucked up to her, feeling how hot and wet she was around him, how tight. He whimpered as he worked to keep up the pace, stroking and groping her breasts as she rode him, oh so good.
“And you feel good around me, too.” With a cry, he buckled up harder into her, feeling his pleasure boiling over, as he came in her, hard, shuddering, feeling her clench around him.
“Dutch!”
Dutch tossed her head back, crying out loudly as she came. Her fingernails dug into his skin, only releasing a moment later when she realized what she was doing.
“Amazing…” Her heavy breathing was starting to regulate itself, but slowly. She switched positions, laying next to him, her chest still rising and falling dramatically as she tried to catch her breath. “One thing’s for sure. You provide an wonderful workout.” Dutch chuckled.
Vasiliy laughed, then collapsed back. “May need a break for a moment, or two. Then I may have to return the favor again…”
He smirked at her.
She smirked right back at him, kissing his shoulder. It was going to be difficult to leave the bed. Dutch simply didn’t ever want to.
“You’re addictive. Plain and simple.”