Tired, I left him after coffee to sleep more; my sleep pattern until that day had been dictated by the smoothness of the bus journeys and the level of the population in the hostels. Midday sleeping was prime sleeping compared to trying to do it at the conventional hours and so I agreed to meet him at his dorm for dinner. We had limited time to work with since I was leaving, an we had wordlessly understood we needed to make the assumed normal stuff, compact.

I turned up, washed, hair in a tidy plait out of the way, naked save for my heels and grey lace pants underneath my raincoat.

When he let me in, he explained that his room mate had agreed to give us until 1am to do what we liked, and get decent enough for him to come back in without embarrassing anyone. How kind of him.

After Dmitri closed his door, I opened the coat and stood by the bunks. He turned, just beginning to list dinner options but is jaw went very slack. He stared. I felt heat rise to my cheeks and I sheepishly explained,

"I wanted to do something spontaneous."

He walked to me, unable to meet my eyes for the inability to look away from the rest of me and stood before me, forehead on mine, hands resting on my hips. I though he might kiss me first but he kneeled, and I gasped as he pressed his face between my legs.

His fingers gently pulled at my underwear, revealing smooth, freshly shaved skin, until they were barely away from their position. He kissed my skin, and my body positively thrummed. His tongue…

He stood and pulled away his tie, kissing me fervently, racing my fingers on his buttons as I started from the bottom and he from the top. He held me close, pushing his leg between mine, pressing his sex against my hip as it stiffened. I felt the strength of the muscles in his back, on his sides, and pulled at his belt demandingly, grinning and pulling groans from the base of his throat.

He appeared to oblige me, kissing my jaw and neck as he undid his belt, pulled it away and unfastened his trousers. My hand shot to my mouth, suppressing a moan as his hand dipped inside of my pants, stroking the wet line at my centre, making his cock flex.

"Боже, помоги мне" pronounced, 'Bozhe, pomogi mne' he sighed pushing away his trousers, pulling his feet from his shoes and setting me on the bottom bunk. He kneeled between my legs, pulling my knees, and grinding his hips and cock against my sex, his lips locked to mine when I wasn't biting my own lip trying to control myself. We fought my jacket off from under me and tossed it aside, and I slowed out kissing, traced my hand to his cock, underneath his pants and gripped.

"Do you want the good news or the bad?" I asked, stroking his length, trying to ease the blow of the bad news. He kissed my neck and shoulder, sighing with pleasure at my movements until he leaned his head on my shoulder, surrendering control.

"Good."

"I take the pill, so this guy doesn't need any armor."

He started to suck a soft spot below my collar bone, his teeth grazed it as his hand pressed low to my stomach, thumb rubbing the spot my clit pressed against my underwear.

"And the bad news?" he asked.

"I haven't had sex for a while, so I might need to stop abruptly and flee."

"At least you warned me." He breathed into my ear, holding onto the bed above with one arm and pulling his underwear to his knees with the other. I got a good look at his torso and arms then,

Dayme.

I pulled mine away, setting only one leg free once they passed my knees, which I hooked around Dmitri and pulled him down to me. We kissed, trying to be gentle and failing as he shifted his knees properly and leaned around me, one arm across my back.

He slipped in like velvet.

I didn't run and flee. We didn't fuck like in the films or like porn stars; we grinned and groaned at things we did right and giggled at the squeaking bed and things we did wrong; we gripped at each other, and left little marks, despite the short time our first time together lasted.

I didn't climax but I had fun start to finish. I freshened up (what a lovely way of putting an ultimately unlovely act) in the en suite and returned to lie next to him, huddled close because my vacation from the bed had made me icey cold and his efforts had made him boil.

"So," I started, "as you were saying earlier, we can have pizza and…?"

He smiled at me, too exhausted to laugh.