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AN: This drabble was inspired by the picture in the following address:
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"Let go of me!" she sobs. "Nati! Stop it!" Ivan told her. But Natalya just kept the flow of tears coming as she tries to hit him. It hurt like hell to see unbeatable Natalya reduced to this little crying girl. It was his fault. It was all his fault. "Then look at me, look into my eyes and tell me you don't love me. Not sibling love but actual romantic love!" She yelled at him. He lifted his gaze to her but had to look away.
The proof of his wrongdoing was there, in her shattered gaze. He had broken her so badly so many times for his foolish pride. And it was like that, his tortured gaze facing away from her that he muttered, "You know I can't." He shifted his grip o her so he was crushing her into his chest. She placed a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth and pulled away, happy that he had somehow admitted he loved her.
"Dammit Natalya." He murmured as he pulled her close again and smashed his lips to hers. She melted into his embrace, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him back with all she had in her.
She felt her levels of ecstasy rise as her pushed her to the walls of the tiny parish. The only light came from the huge stained glass window behind the altar and the multi colored light only made the mood better. The siblings found more balance within each other as they found their vivid purple eyes mirrored in each other.
It had been foolish from the start. They had been the two halves of the whole. A psychotic, sadistic, altogether messed up whole. When they were apart they ached for each other, for the comfort only they could bring, for the unconditional love that knew no boundaries they held in their souls that could only be shared with one another.
Then when Ivan rips of her silly headpiece and lilac coat, she removes his own thick coat and begins to undo his shirt, his scarf lying on the ground beneath her as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Hours later the insatiable lovers revel in their new found romance once more. When they finally collapse from shear exhaustion, they have the first truly restful night of sleep in their lives.
The next morning they dress and leave the parish. None of the other nations would ever know about this, but the three Baltics under Ivan's service swore that they heard moans from Ivan's bedroom every night after that.