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Summary Adrian would probably be expecting a photo of the outcome unfortunately.
POV Third
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Rose blinked widely at the item laying on the marble kitchen counter.
It was a care package of sorts, something Adrian had picked out and sent to her from wherever he was currently traveling. It was probably some sort of gag, considering he knew her to not be one for impracticalities.
Rose moved towards it, surprised to see the small, rectangular present to be addressed to Dimitri, with a small heart and kissy face next to Adrian's signature. He'd never sent something specifically for Dimitri before.
He was in the bedroom, from what she could tell of the clunking of draws, and must have been the one to place it on their counter. She wondered if he had any idea of what it was.
Rather than beckoning for her beau to come open it, Rose went to swipe a clean pair of shorts from the basket in the living room, stripping out of her workout leggings and into comfortable cotton. Her top went next, but she didn't bother replacing it with a shirt. She needed a shower anyway, and Dimitri had seen her in a lot less than cotton shorts and a sports bra.
As if her thoughts had summoned him, Dimitri appeared next to her side, pulling her back to his bare chest and hugging her gingerly. "Hello Roza," he mumbled into her ear, an absent sleepiness tinging his tone.
Rose grinned and hugged the taut arms encircling her waist. They stayed in that pose for several moments, their eyes closed and serene expressions on their faces. Eventually however, Rose peeked an eye open and twirled in her beau's grip. "You have a package." She stated.
Dimitri quirked a brow, an amused expression playing in his deep, chocolate gaze. "Yes, I know."
Rose waited, staring up at him impatiently. "From Adrian." She persuaded.
Dimitri just tucked a lock of her brunette hair behind an ear. "Shall we go see what it is?" he smiled indulgently.
Rose practically dragged him over to the kitchen, eager for him to open it. When she stood there expectantly, Dimitri merely gestured for her to open it.
Gleefully, she did just that. Dimitri stared at the curve of her shoulder, unaware as she gaped at the package in her hands.
"Dimitri…" she said slowly, "Why did Adrian send you nail polish?"
Dimitri blanched. "What..?" he managed, his eyebrow twitching.
Rose turned to him with a smirk. In her hands lay a box that contained three different coloured nail polish's the most obvious a bright, vibrant yellow.
There was a note attached to it. "Because Rose's toes are probably as vibrant as this nail polish!"
At the note, both Rose and Dimitri blinked hollowly. "Um… What?"
Dimitri gave a wry smile, shaking his head lightly, his soft brown hair moving minuscule around the curve of his jaw. In the next motion, he picked Rose clean off the floor, hiking her over his shoulder in a fireman's toss.
With the box still in her hand, he gently tossed her on their couch, sitting cross legged in front of it and then dragging her feet from the couch onto his lap. Rose stared at him, baffled, until he quickly took the nail polish box from her hands.
Her face dawned in recognition mixed with horror and a tinge of laughter. Her laughter got louder when he ticked the underside of her foot lightly, the appendage being held still in the Russian's lap even as she reflexively attempted to jerk it away.
"Don't doubt my talent at painting nails Rose," Dimitri intoned dryly.
Rose scowled, giving him a harsh look. "No." she stubbornly said.
Dimitri's teasing look softened and Rose honed in on the light blush dusting his cheeks as he sheepishly stared at her petite feet. "Please," he murmured, "I want to take care of you."
Rose felt a blush of her own colour her cheeks. She then pouted, turning her head away and puffing her cheeks out to hide her flustered state. "Fine,"
She could see the small smile of gratitude and love quirk her beau's lips as he ripped open the packaging, untwisting the bright yellow polish.
Rose finally couldn't resist the temptation, angling her head so she could wholesomely stare at the sheer concentration Dimitri exhibited. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he kept having to pause at his task to brush back strands of his loose hair. It made her want to run her fingers through it, but she refrained, his attentiveness too sweet to interrupt.
Occasionally she felt the slight tickle of the brush against the outer ridges of skin bordering her toenails and felt the wetness of the paint. Rose resisted a giggle, loving the set of his jaw and the pursing of his lips. Every so often he murmured a curse in Russian and Rose couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of her throat when the strong scent caused him to sneeze.
He gave her a withering look, as if scolding her for tempting him, and it wasn't long before he'd finished.
"There," he rocked back, using the momentum to stand and stretch his large hands before plopping next to her on the couch, throwing an arm over the back. The look of pride beamed from his every pore and Rose sent a smirk and a giggle in his direction before bringing her feet up so the heel rested on the rim of the couch.
But she froze as soon as she saw them. Biting her cheek harshly, Rose tried not to bark out a laugh. Her toes were a frighteningly yellow mess, with the paint bordering her toenails more than filling in the crevices of her nails. He'd done a truly awful job.
It seemed something in her expressing gave her away, because Dimitri's face dropped and a shallow imitation of his guardian mask slipped on.
"It's… Lovely comrade," Rose finally said, with the speculation of a mother complimenting her four year old's finger painting skills.
She turned to face him then and a grin slithered its way to her face, even as she quickly took stock of the situation and held up her hands pleadingly. "No, really! You… did a really good job Dimitri, I swear!"
But it was too late. Dimitri let out a sardonic smile and a sigh and quirked an eyebrow, dropping his arm and dragging her closer, resting his chin on top of her head. "I did an awful job, didn't I?"
Rose finally let her giggles loose, letting out a breathless 'yes' somewhere in her torrent of laughter. Dimitri began to chuckle, resting his forehead against her own as his chuckles vibrated through the both of them.
Eventually their laughter abated somewhat and Rose said, with a twinkle in her enveloping eyes, "You did a really good job for your first time," she promises.
Dimitri nuzzled their noses together, a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes happily. "I love you Roza."
Her resounding cheesy grin and bright, sparkly eyes said all he need to hear.
