Ivan sat at his desk working again, well, trying to work. The papers sat on his desk and his heart set amongst them. It had been doing that a lot lately. A knock at his door made him look up. If his heart had been in his chest, he could've felt it skip a beat.
She was standing there with her hair down for once. It waved down her back in curls, stopping at her hips. She was in a little black dress that he had never seen before. It was tight and stopped on the middle of her thighs. Her heels clicked on the floor as she shut the door behind her and turned to him. She stopped when she spotted his heart on the desk.
"Oh Ivan" she said. Before he knew it she was by his side and gingerly picking up his heart. "You need to be more careful with your heart. What would you do if it fell out during the party? You'd lose it." She said taking his hand and helping him place it back into his chest. His large hand grabbed hers. She looked up into his eyes and he gave a small smile.
"I'm glad you're here for me" He his hand gently stroking her cheek. She skillfully pulled his hand away and gave him a peck on the cheek. She smiled at him and this time Ivan got to feel his heart skip a beat.
"Come on Ivan. We're going to be late. Are you ready?" she asked looking down. He wasn't dressed, but he wasn't planning on going. France was having a big dance and Ivan just didn't want to be mixed with all those happy people. He felt her grab his hand and carefully pull. "I just had your black tux cleaned, why don't you wear that one?" she said seeing his attire. He smiled at her as he rose to his full height, towering over her. He pulled her close.
"Maybe we can just stay here. You don't really want to go to France's party da?" he asked as held her curvy body to him. He saw her face blush, but she kept her composure.
"Ivan their all expecting us, well you." She corrected herself. Ivan just grinned and pushed her back onto his desk.
"I really am happy you decided to stay here with me." He muttered huskily as he brushed he hair back. She backed up so she was now leaning on his desk. Her whole face turned red. Ivan grabbed her legs, leaning her back onto the desk and pulling them apart. She gasped at the cold air rushing to her body. Ivan leaned down and kissed her lips roughly. He leaned her down on the desk as his hands rolled the bottom of her dress up to her waist. His tongue invaded her mouth as his fingers curved and gripped the sides of her underwear.
"Maybe Ivan forgot." Eduard muttered as he, Toris, and Ravis went to see why their boss hadn't left for the night. His assistant went to get him nearly an hour ago. They walked up to his study and heard moaning inside. Eduard and Toris stiffened as Ravis stood confused.
"What's that noise?" Ravis asked looking up to Eduard and Toris who both had red cheeks as Ivan's name came loudly from the room.
"Um, just call France and let him know Mr. Russia isn't coming tonight. He's got a lot of paperwork to do." Toris said pushing Ravis towards the stairs. Ravis walked down the stairs still confused as Toris and Eduard stumbled towards the door to listen.