Resigned and Accepted
"If you're bold enough to love, then your bold enough conquer anything."
Chapter One:
The persistent ringing of the phone pulled Katyusha from her wonderful cocoon of sleep. Partially awake, the Ukrainian fumbled for the receiver with half-closed eyes, muttering something under her breath in her native language. What she encountered was warm, familiar male flesh.
Katyusha opened her eyes fully in time to see Ludwig roll away and reach for the phone. She moaned in protest at losing the connection of his warm naked flesh against her own.
"Hallo? Hallo?" His brows bunched together as he waited for a response and then returned the phone to its cradle.
"Wrong number?" she asked.
Ludwig shook his head. "No. They hung up. Perhaps they didn't like the accent."
"Oh, well. I love the accent and everything about you." Katyusha shrugged, craving contact with his warm, solid frame and scooting closer to his side.
"Good morning, meine liebe. In case you forgotten, I-I love you," he whispered a small blush apparent on his cheeks and a small smile on his lips. Still blushing with slight embarrassment, he leaned down to kiss her and caress her lips while stroking her face with the tips of his fingers.
Katyusha's smile turned into a grin as she felt her body leap to life from his innocence touching. "I love you to," she murmured rubbing her small, delicate nose against his own nose.
"Good," he purred with another mind-altering kiss that made her toes curl and her cheeks burn.
Stroking the long, lean line of his back with her fingertips, Katyusha returned his kiss. Her body quivered as his hand slid up her inner thigh, stopping inches away from her hair-covered mound.
"Ludwig…" she whispered unsure, squirming slightly and blushing as tears of pleasure gathered in her wide blue eyes.
"Shhh…" he whispered as he leaned down for another kiss…only to pause when the phone rang again. With slight irritation, Ludwig picked up the receiver. This time he switched to Russian having a feeling that he knew who it was calling.
"привет? (Privet)" He paused, listening to the person on the other end. "Just a moment." He handed the receiver to Katyusha. "It's for you."
'Naturally,' Katyusha thought, yawning softly. She put the phone to her ear and said, "Hello?"
"Well…I didn't expect that…sister."
Katyusha's heart almost stopped. Heat burned cheeks and raced up the back of her neck. She reached for the sheet and draped it over her body, turning a little away from Ludwig.
Great! Of all the people to call her…Katyusha fought the urge to duck under the sheet.
"Hello, Ivan."