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Minoa was half Caltrician and half human. Minoa's human mother was born in Russia. Minoa spoke Russian. Minoa grew up only ever speaking Russian to her mother and to her human relatives on the rare family visits to Earth. So Minoa relished in the fact that she shared the same lineage with Pavel and having another person to speak to. The exception to this happy coincidence was that Pavel had kindly requested her to speak in English with him mostly. It was perfectly understandable, she knew of his desire to reduce his accent which sometimes led to confusion while operating in his station at navigation. So, Minoa spoke English.
However there was one place she wished for him to speak to her in his native tongue more than any other in the universe.
"Please Pavel." She pleaded in English while combing a gentle hand through his hair. She knew trying to convince him in Russian would only make him stubbornly refuse even more. "Of all places, speak to me here."
Pavel gazed down at her as he took all the factors into consideration. Though she made it frank how lucky she felt to be involved with a fellow Russian speaker she agreed to his request. She was understanding, didn't pressure him and she was patient. Her lips that were typically in the form of a beaming smile were now puckered in a sad pout. Her imploring eyes pierced into his heart. She grazed his cheek with the back of her other hand. Pavel grasped her hand, retaining it to his face, and turned his head slightly to kiss it. Her bright copper skin contrasted against his pale flesh.
"For me." Her voice was low and husky and entreating.
"Я сделаю все для вас." He leaned down and kissed her. She grinned giddily at the serenading words that flowed from his mouth. She leaned up, embraced him and pulled him closer despite his already intimate position from in between her legs and hovering over her torso. "Солнышко... Я люблю тебя всем сердцем."
"Так ли это?" She felt a tremble up her spine at the use of his nickname for her.
"да. Ты такая красивая. Ты мне очень нужна!" He rasped as he made love to her. All the while he nuzzled and kissed her upper body. At this point she was practically purring.
Minoa liked speaking English; she thought it was an impressive language what with how far it's spread throughout the galaxies. But when it came to the exchanging of soft and tender words only lovers use, English just didn't ring the same way as Russian did in her ear.