Drabble: 21
POV: Third Person
Dimitri loved Rose so much.
He loved the little things he did with her just as much, too.
Running his hands through her soft hair, or all over her body.
Hugging her close to him.
Listening to her heartbeat as they lay on the bed, spent after their activities.
But most of all, he loved her kisses. He loved the way her lips would mold with his to create perfect harmony, and he would feel light, and happy, like there was nothing in the world, but them both.
Yes, Dimitri loved to kiss Rose, very, very much, but at times like this...
He sat on the couch, groaning as he tried to maneuver himself, so as to not hurt his neck more than it already hurt.
A sigh of relief escaped from his mouth as the cold ice-pack came in contact with the aching back of his neck. He had been suffering quite a lot, what with bending so much to kiss Rose, who was so...small!
Massaging his now, slightly better neck, Dimitri got off the couch and put the ice-pack back in the refrigerator, smiling as the main door opened, and Rose walked in.
"Hey, Comrade!" she stood on her tiptoes, pulling his just-treated neck towards her, fusing their lips together.
Yes, Dimitri loved it, but one word.
Ouch.