RECAP OF ALL CHAPTERS UNTIL NOW: Alfred is kidnaped and ends up at Ivan's house in the middle of the Arctic Circle where he makes a bet on his birthday that he ends up losing. Now the young 15 year old is stuck playing servant to Ivan, an unknown man of an unknown age, and ends up in many poorly written, poorly edited, poorly executed foreplay scenes. Alfred can't stand the thought of being captive, even though his body seems to magically think otherwise, and so he comes up with many childish schemes to 'trick' Ivan into taking him back home to his family, all of which Ivan, originally a very smart character, seems to fall for, except in a very passive-aggressive way that shows no fruit for Alfred's schemes. The last we saw of the due was when they were both on the kitchen floor enjoying merriment and opening presents together. Alfred received a gun from Ivan, which was very weird, but quickly turned the mood sour in a way that was not pulled off very well. The two basically pull at each others hair and bite at each other before the main character, Alfred, starts to cry over his losses. Ivan seeks to comfort the boy by forcing the boys head into the crook of his neck several times, then when the boy tries to bite him, he pulls him away by the hair, pins him to the ground, and basically screams at him to listen to him explain all of the things he should of explained like, 8 chapters ago, which turns out not to be much more than a "I didn't kidnap you wai wont you trust me I saved you from kidnappers and you can't go home plz stay with me 4ever OR YOUR FAMILY WILL DIE but not because of me." NOW. LETS NOT DWELL ON THE FACT THAT SOME THINGS MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE APPEARED IN HERE BY SOME SORT OF MAGIC. IT'S BEEN SO LONG YOU PROBABLY DON'T REMEMBER ANYWAYS. EVEN I'M NOT SURE.
Guys. Guys I went through and re-read it all so that I could 'know' all of the things that I wrote and so that I could start writing again without any major loopholes or changes, and I'm sorry that you had to read all of that. (Takes gasping breath) So many errors. So much awful terrible writing. I haven't updated because many shits happened and many life changing events happened. Unfortunately, many are still to come. NO! I have not given up on this monstrosity and I intend to finish it! I also have several prompts for future Rusames that I Intend to write, so I hope you look forward to it! Now that I've started writing I think I may have forgotten many of the things I originally wanted and already wrote, even though I just read them all an hour or so before starting to write again. Oh gasping well. Also, update a week later that you guys won't know about because of the whole time thing, I had to give my cat away. The person who took my baby said that they wanted a cat, and then a week and a half later that little man whore fucking ass wipe bitch motherfucker murdered my baby because it was 'too attached'. Didn't even ask if I wanted him back, didn't even try to take him to a shelter or ask if anyone else wanted him, his first thought was to fuking kill him. The fucker. I'm so pissed. Little fucking bitch.
All in all my day wasn't so bad. I mean, of course it was bad, but it really could have been worse. I could be dead and my body thrown on the side of some mountain for wild Russian animals to feast on. It definitely wasn't my ideal birthday, but I would remember it at least.
I touched the back of my head where Ivan had basically pulled a fist full of my hair out. The hair was still hair of course, but I really wanted something to be upset about, not that I was sort of anything to grumble about of course. It was shameful how easy it was to return to my chair with my head hung low.
"You pulled my hair really hard…" I said defeatedly, my eyes still strained from the conflict a few moments earlier.
"Da, but you tried to bite me." He replied, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes.
"Well, you were holding me down… I was defending myself..." I looked down at the table and started the scratch at it's varnished surface. Ivan was quiet for a few moments before he released a long sigh.
"You want the Pilaf?" He asked while reaching for my plate.
"Yea, it's like, Chinese food right?"
Ivan scoffed as he spooned the rice beef stuff onto my plate. "I doubt you have ever had real chinese food before."
"I have too! I live in America, not some back wood Russian polar bear house in the middle of Siberia! My best friend is Japanese, so I at least know a little!"
"The Chinese and the Japanese are very different people, Alfred."
"Well, I know that, but they both take their shoes off before they go inside, right? And the language is different and stuff, but they both have soy sauce."
Ivan scoffed as he set the plate down in front of me.
"A lot of people take their shoes off before they enter their house, Alfred."
"I know that, Ivan, I'm just saying that asians generally do that, it doesn't mean all asians do it! I mean, you take your shoes off before you come into the house!"
"Hm, I'm surprised you noticed that."
"I'm not stupid! I notice things all the time, I just jump to conclusions! They're two different things!"
"Jumping to conclusions is a stupid habit to have, Alfred." Ivan said, sitting back in his chair and casting me his all too annoying smile.
"Oh fuck off, Ivan." I said while digging into the rice and shoveled a hefty spoonful into my mouth. "N' 'buffides, ifs' not lik-" I looked over at man sitting across from me and took pleasure in his thoroughly horrified and disgusted face. "Wut'?" I asked, a grin forming on my face. "Dun' wike' wut' you see, Wiven?"
I saw the beautiful way he closed his eyes and took in a deep shaking breath, before crossing his arms and looking at the floor. I felt the table start to shake from the bouncing of his leg, and then very slowly he started to wag his pointer finger at me, not daring to look in my direction.
"I could slap you, but I don't think I could tell you why just yet. I feel like i've seen too much to process without crushing every bone in your jaw so that you could never speak or chew again."
I quickly closed my mouth and swallowed. "You promised not to hit me!" I stated, pointing my finger back at him in panic. "You promised!"
Slowly he opened his eyes and looked at me. His purple glare was fixating in more than one way, and I could only watch as he lifted his own hand and pushed my pointing hand away from him.
"If you ever say my name like that again, or eat like a disgusting cow again, I'll-"
I was left waiting for the end of that statement, waiting for the threat. Waiting for Ivan to drown me in the meat jello, but it never came. Instead he only lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You'll do what?" I asked, swallowing audibly, the tension too much for me to handle. "You'll… You'll kill me…?"
"No. I wont kill you." He stated, the tension in his shoulders releasing just a tiny bit. "I won't do that."
I looked down at my plate. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to say. We sat in silence for a bit, the only sound was that of me pushing the rice around on my plate.
"I'm… Sorry I called you Wiven' and talked with my mouth open…" I couldn't look him in the eyes when I apologize. The gesture itself was hard enough for me to do, and doing it while looking into someone else's eyes would only make me feel more guilty. Feeling guilt sucks.
He let out a soft scoff. "Wiven… That's not what I was angry about. The chewing yes, but my name. You say it wrong every time."
"What? Ivan? I say Ivan wrong?"
He let out a long sigh. "Yes. Yes, you say it very wrong."
"Oh… Sorry… We just.. Say it like that in America… Why didn't you tell me? Why did you wait to explode before you told me it bothered you?"
"It was cute at first, and then it just became…" He didn't finish the sentence, he just lazily waved his hand around in a very vague gesture.
"Well, how do you say it then?" I asked.
"Evan." He stated simply.
"Even?" I asked.
He looked at me for a moment and then smiled a little.
"Basically. Just… I guess it's more like Eve-on."
"Oh… That names a little hard to make fun of."
"Is it now?"
"Yea…" I looked down at the table again. "Can… Can I make fun of you?" I asked.
He scoffed again. "Why would you want to do that?" He asked.
"Well… My counselors at school said that making fun of people makes you feel powerful and that's why people are mean to each other. Because, you know, you wouldn't do it if they didn't make you feel all… I don't know. High? Like, you wouldn't be mean to people if their reactions didn't make you feel good, ya know?"
"So you want to feel powerful?" He asked.
"Yea, I guess that's it."
"Fine. Go ahead."
"Really?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yes." He said. "Make fun of me. Make me fun."
"Uh… Okay then. I wasn't expecting that… Well… Even beeven bo feeven fi-fi-fo feeven, Even?"
"Do you feel powerful now?" He asked.
"No… Not really." I said, looking down at the table again. "What about you?" I asked after a moment.
"What?"
"What about you? Do you... Feel powerful?" I asked again, not daring to look up at him. We both sat there for a while, and I was almost willing to start counting the seconds to see if eternity really had passed.
"No." He finally said. "No, not really."
Looked up at him him then, and he looked so much older in that moment. So much more… Tired.
"I need a drink." He said, getting up with a sigh.
...
A drunk Ivan was an altogether pleasant Ivan, and yet an altogether disturbing Ivan too. It's amazing how quickly the Vodka started pouring after his first shot. It was such a weird occurrence too. One moment he was at the counter pulling out a bottle and a shot glass, and the next minute he was at the table with an empty coffee mug in hand and three vodka bottles tucked under his arm.
It was so fascinating to see his eyes glaze over and his cheeks glow rosy, and after a while he just set the mug and the vodka on the table and stopped drinking. Well, he stopped until I took a bottle and poured a little into the cup. That's when the disturbing magic started to happen. The wonderful horrible delightful magic.
His eyebrows shot up and he just looked at the cup for a moment, and then… And then this goofy grin spread over his and he picked up that cup and swallowed it down. And then, I poured in a little more, and he did it all over again. Right down to the eyebrow shuffle and the teeth sparkle. It was fascinating, and you know I took advantage of it.
"Hey, Even?"
"Hm?" He said while looking up, and then his face light up in delight. "Oh, Fredka! What do you want?"
"Can I see your phone?" I asked as innocently as possible.
"Oh, sure…" He looked down and started fumbling with his coat pockets, and I discreetly poured a little vodka into the cup.
"Here.' He said, handing over his smart phone.
"Great!" I looked it over and then handed it back. "Hey, could you do me a solid and enter your password in there?"
"Oh.. Sure.." He entered the 4 digit code and handed it back. "What do you want it for?' He asked.
"Oh, nothing much. Just.. You know, wanted to admire your… Language." Really it all was in Russian, but the picture icon was universal. I set my elbows on the table and tried to make it seem like I was just scrolling through the home screen, when I was really switching the camera over to video. I hit the record button right as he was about to open his mouth.
"Hey there big guy, what's in that cup over there?" I asked watching him on the phone screen.
He scrunched his eyebrows up and looked at me for a moment, and then… And then he leaned over a bit and looked in the cup, and his eyebrows shot up… He picked the cup up… and smiled that goofy smile… And then swallowed it all.
"Beautiful." I said while looking at the recording screen. "Just beautiful."
He looked over at me in surprise and blushed. Then, he lifted his scarf up a little bit and tried to hide a growing smile behind the cup.
"You think i'm beautiful?" He asked softly.
I tried to hold in a giggle as I recorded. This. Was. Gold.
"Oh yes!" I said. "You're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen!"
Ivan shuffled around a bit and tried to hide his smile again. He was embarrassed, red faced, and I was recording it all. "What's… What do you think is beautiful about me?" He asked.
"Oh… Um. Your eyes. They're really beautiful."
"Oh, yea?" He asked. "My father always said they reminded him of the color of a dead person lips."
"Oh." I said, taken aback by the statement. "Your fathers a bit of a dick head. Your eyes are gorge. Like, tots gorge. Like, looking into them is like looking into a pond of liquid amethyst. Or something cool like that."
"Oh, really?" He asked, smiling a little brighter.
"Oh yea, really. And your scarf is super cute and totally fits you."
"Really?" He asked again, looking down at the garment and touching it gingerly with his hand. "My sister made it for me before she died."
"Oh." I said, taken aback by yet another statement. "Your sister died?"
"Da, they both did." He answered. "In a car accident… Sometimes... I try to drink the pain away, but it never works." His smile was gone by then, and he looked at the scarf for a while. "But it's different now."
"What is?" I asked softly.
"The pain."
"What do you mean? How is it different?"
"Well… It's gone now."
"It is? The drinking must have finally worked then." I said, trying to laugh the heavy atmosphere off.
"Hm. Maybe."
I felt really guilty for recording him now, and the fact that I still was recording made me feel even worse.
"Hey, you want to watch a movie or something?" I asked, hoping to change the mood a little.
"Sure!" He said, dropping his scarf. "That would be fine."
"Yea." I said, picking up the vodka bottle. "Just after another one of these." I said, pouring vodka into his cup. He looked at it a moment, and then his eyebrows shot up, and a smile spread across his face.
I couldn't possible subject Ivan to White Chicks after the night-or day- we were having. He was just too… Snuggly. And I mean it when I say that too. He was a snuggle monster.
"What do you want to watch?" I asked, sifting through the movies once again.
"I don't know~" Ivan said while stumbling onto the couch. "What ever you want to watch~"
"Hm…" I touched Ivan's phone to make sure it hadn't locked. "I guess we could watch LOTR or something."
"Okay~" He said in a sing-song voice from behind me.
I focused on putting the movie in, then checked the phone again. I kept it on camera just in case and pressed the button every now and again. Who cared if he had a few pictures of the floor? Not me.
"Okayyy." I said, walking to the couch as the trailers started to play. I sat down and Ivan immediately flopped over over my lap.
"Hey!" I shouted, a little startled.
"The remote is in the draw in the end table." He said, turning so that he could look up at me with an innocent smile on his face. I looked down at him and took a picture, then I leaned over and grabbed the remote.
"Did you take a picture of me?" He asked, reaching over to touch my arm gently.
"Yea." I said.
"Why?" He asked, his eyebrows knit together.
"Because you're cute!" I said, turning the camera back to video and hitting record. "Who's a cutie pie?" I asked, watching him squirm under the view of the camera. He grumbled a little and turned away from the camera. "Aw!" I said. "Look at that, look at how cute you're being! Admit it, you're cute!"
"No i'm not!" He grumbled.
"Say it and I'll give you a kiss~"
I saw him purse his lips a little in thought, then he looked up at me from his side before fully turning up to face me.
"Promise?" He asked.
"Of course!" I said in reply.
"I'm… Cute." He said slowly.
I laughed a little and leaned down to kiss his forehead. I lifted up and watched as he smiled and touched the spot where my lips had been, then retreated into his scarf a little bit. I turned the camera back on and took a picture of the display. Then I brushed the hair off his forehead and took another one. And then I touched his nose and waited for him to go cross eyed before I took another one. I moved his scarf out of the way and touched his lips with my finger and took another.
"Hey," I said, forgetting about the movie altogether in favor of the photoshoot. "Sit up really quick please."
He pouted but did as I asked.
"Okay!" I said. "Um, take your jacket off."
"Why?" He asked defensively.
"So I can lay next to you more comfortably. We can use it as a blanket or something."
"Oh. Okay!" He said, quickly striping himself of the coat and laying back against the cushions. He lifted his legs up onto the small couch too. He patted his stomach. "Come here." He said, a pleasant smile pasted to his face. I took a picture of that too, and then I crawled over him and settled myself between his legs and laid over his stomach.
"Too fat for you?" I asked, snuggling down and making myself comfortable on his strong chest.
"Not at all!" He said, running his fingers through my hair. "I love it."
I laughed at that. "It's nice, but it's hard to take pictures like this.
He frowned at that. "Why do you need to take pictures?" He asked.
"Well, they're presents for sober Ivan." I said in reply.
"Oh… Then… Please call me Vanya." He said, pulling me up further on his chest, then he turned over so that I was between him and the back of the couch. He reached down and pulled his jacket up and covered the both of us off. "Is that better?" he asked.
His face was just a few centimeters from mine, and I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"Yea." I said softly, scared to talk too loudly and let him feel my breath on his lips.
"Good." He said before pressing his forehead against mine.
I was really embarrassed, and I could feel my cheeks turning red. My arms were tucked into my chest, nestled into his chest, and his arms were slung protectively over me, bringing me closer to him. His face was so close to mine that looking directly at him was creepy, but I wasn't sure what else to do. I wanted to take a picture so bad, but I was also scared as to what he might find in the morning. Eventually the curiosity won over me and I reached up and snapped a picture anyways. Why would I care if there was a picture of me red faced in the arms of another man? I mean… Eh...
He chuckled then, and the felt the slight rumble in his chest. "You're far cuter than I could ever be." He said, rubbing his nose against mine.
I laughed a little, feeling small, protected, and slightly confused. 'Eskimo kisses." I started rubbing back a little. "How appropriate. How much of this will Sober Ivan remember tomorrow? because if he won't remember much we should play tricks on him! You know, a little 'present'."
"Vanya. Call me Vanya tonight."
"Oh… Yea… Well, how much will Vanya… Remember?"
"Probably everything." He said, snuggling a little closer.
"No way, you had so much to drink! I can practically taste it on you and I haven't even had any myself!"
He laughed and reached for his phone. I wanted to keep it from him because I was hoping to use it to call my family, but I kept my cool, not wanting to freak him out and lose the chance to ask for it back later.
"Do you want to taste it?" He asked. I was too busy worrying about the phone to really hear it, but he brought the phone closer to his face and messed with it a little, then held it back up in front view.
"A-are… Are you recording this?" I asked.
"Aw, not so spunky on the receiving end are we?" He said in a teasing tone.
"Oh my gosh!" I said, blocking my face with my arms and nessling into his chest. "Stop that!"
"Aw, but you are so cute too. You said you wanted to give sober Vanya a present didn't you?"
"Well, yea, but it was supposed to be embarrassing for you, not me!" I squealed.
"Aw, why let all you plans go just because i'm holding it now? Hm?" He placed a kiss on my forehead and rubbed my hair a little with his free hand. "What were you planning anyways?" He asked kissing my forehead again. I peeked up at the camera for a moment, just to see what he looked like, and I saw Ivan-Or Vanya- looking up at it too. I quickly buried my face back down and mumbled into his chest.
"What was that?" He asked and pulled away from he.
I puffed my cheeks out and tried to get closer him again, but he kept me at bay. "What was that?" He asked again, a sly smile on his beautiful, ugly, disgusting. drunken face.
"I said…" I peeked up at the phone again and then back down in embarrassment. "I said I was planning on… Taking a picture of me kissing Vanya and then putting it as your background on your phone… Or something."
"Aw, it would be a shame to throw that away!" He said, leaning in and planting kisses all over my head.
"It's doesn't matter because you said you'd remember it all anyways!" I said into my hands.
"Aw, but what if I don't? It would be a shame to miss out on this opportunity because of a minor thing like that! Think of the opportunity!" He said, kissing my fingers.
"But! But!" I stammered.
He laughed a little. "I'll let you take the picture." He said, changing it back to camera. "Here."
I took it from him and thought about going through with it. I mean… It's wasn't like I hadn't kissed him on the lips before, and it was all in the name of a prank, and a life saving all to the ever important family.
"I… I guess I can…" I turned the camera on us and tried not to look at him. I took a deep breath. 'Okay, here we go." I said, closing my eyes and leaning in. I felt his hands touch my face and pull me in closer. I tasted the cake and the vodka on his lips, and when we parted I realised I hadn't taken the picture at all.
"It looks like we'll have to do it again." He said, taking the phone from me. "I'll do it this time. So we can get it done right of course."
"Yea…" I breathed out, sort of dazed.
"You ready?" He asked.
"Yea." I repeated, closing my eyes and touching his face with my free hand. The kiss was different than the time before. It was… Deeper… More needy than the last. He tasted just the same, but his lips were warmer. I heard the click of the camera, and too soon we were pulling apart.
"There." He breathed against my lips. "Done."
I wanted to look into his eyes, but I was a little scared of what might happen if I did. Instead, I looked up at the phone and watched as he set it to his background.
"We're really photogenic." I said, taking a closer look at it.
"Yea." He agreed. "We should take a video too. You know. For Sober Vanya."
I looked up at him."Yea… Okay… That sounds good." I replied.
"Good!" He said, pushing the phone over to me. "You hold it, okay?"
"Yea, okay." I said, lifting the phone up so it could record us.
"You ready?" He asked, taking my face into his hands once again.
"Yea." I replied, bracing myself for the kiss.
He leaned in and gave a peck on my lips. It was quick and chaste, but it left me wanting more. The next was only a little bit longer, but soon after that I was thankful that I wasn't standing. He kisses became deep and needy. They were like fire on my lips and keeping the phone up was a struggle. He licked my lips and ran his hand down to the small of my back. I gasped a little and he let himself in. He dominated my mouth, and I clutched at his shoulder with my free hand.
He pulled away and looked up at the phone, then wrapped his hand around mine.
"Don't drop it." He said, sitting up and pushing me under him. "It's only going to get harder from here." I let out a small whimper, and I heard him chuckle at the sound.
His hand was still on mine when he leaned down and kissed my neck a few times.
"You're trembling." He said, letting go of my hand and kissing up my jaw. "Try not to drop it."
"I-I don't know if I can." I stammered. My head was fuzzy and I couldn't think straight. The only thing I could think about was the feeling of his lips as the brushed across mine, and the feeling of his heat pressing down from above. It was addicting really, and when he started to suck on my neck I finally let out a moan and dropped the phone.
"You dropped it." He said, lifting up to whisper in my ear. "Are you going to try to tell me it was because your arm was tired? It's hard to believe that when you when you let out such naughty sounds when I suck on your neck, Fredka." He said, and then he was back at that spot again, filling my body with sensations it had never felt before. All I could think of doing was grasping onto his broad shoulders for dear life, and letting him continue doing whatever it was he was doing.
"W-we shouldn't be doing this." I stammered weakly.
"Why?" He asked, ceasing in his attack for only a moment.
"B-because you're drunk as fuck, and I'm…" I moaned again, biting my lip to hold back any others.
"Such sweet sounds." He said, licking the hickey he made on my neck. "They are like the sweet nectar from a flower."
"I can't really tell who's taking advantage of who." I said.
He laughed a little and kissed my lips. "I guess we're both in the wrong then." He said, leaning in for another deep, vodka flavored kiss.
"My heads all fuzzy Vanya." I said when he pulled back.
"It's because you're turned on." He said, smirking against my lips and looking into my eyes. "You're turned on by me."
"It doesn't feel right." I said while wrapping my arms around his scarf clad neck.
"Why." He asked, pulling away. "Have I hurt you?"
"No." I said, trying to catch my breath. "it's because you're drunk, you know? I feel like maybe i'm… taking advantage of you in a way that I wasn't supposed to."
"I'm clearly the one taking advantage of you."
"But…"
"Shhh. It's okay." He said before kissing me again. "Don't think about it anymore. Just do what your body tells you to."
"Okay…" I said. He leaned in for another kiss and I let him do what he wanted. The feeling of his tongue pressing against mine was maddening, and the way his chest felt against mine only made it worse. After a while I tried to copy what he did. Every time he pressed down, I pressed up, if he moved his tongue, I moved mine. I felt his hands move along my neck so that he could pull me in closer, so I slip my hands under his scarf to touch his neck too, and was rewarded with a surprised moan against my lips.
I moved my hands a little more, enthralled by the strange sounds the man above me was making, as well as all the strange textures along his neck itself. Soon I felt his weight lift off me a bit and he pulled my hands away. He stayed there a minuted or two to collect himself, and then he got up and walked over to the bed.
"Vanya?" I asked after him."Are you okay?"
"You could say that." He replied. I sat on the couch for a little while, thoroughly confused. "Did I find your weakness?" I asked after a few moments.
He groaned a little as he seated himself on the bed. "You could say that I guess."
"Are you going to bed? Are you tired?"
"Yes, and yes." He replied. "I must or else I don't know what I would do."
I laughed and snuggled back down into the couch, feeling like I had won some big game. I looked to see where the phone had gone in our heated make out session and found that it was conveniently still on my chest where I had dropped it. I looked it over to see if it was still recording, and upon discovering that it was, I gently whispered, "I feel powerful now, Vanya." before turning it off.
...
Figuring out a crazy Russian guys phone was not as easy as it would seem. Not only was it in another language, but it was like it was set up to confuse anyone who touched the damn thing. The soft breathing from the sleeping man yonder gave me no worries, but I couldn't help but feel pressed for time.
After a good twenty minutes of fiddling with the damn thing, I eventually was able to bring up the caller pad. I started to dial every number that I could, realising that I never actually took the time to memorize anyone's number at all. The most frustrating part was all the failed attempts to even get connected to America, yet alone connect to a specific someone in America.
After an hour and a half I gave up on calling and decided to see if I could pull up the internet. That too proved fruitless. I was, however, able to send some guy a few messages of keyboard mashed letters when his text popped up on screen.
The guy seemed really concerned, replying to every message I sent immediately. After only three minute of the ordeal the guy actually called though. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to answer or not, but I did anyway.
The man on the other line talked rapidly in Russian and waited for a response.
"Hello, Is this Toris?" I asked.
"Who is this?" Came the curt response.
"Hi, my name is Alfred, what's yours?"
"How did you get this phone?" He asked.
"Well, he sorta asked me to hold it for him. Ivan I mean. Or Vanya. Depends on what he wants to be called in the morning. He's sleeping right now. I was a little too much for him if you know what I mean. Well, I gotta go now. Don't want the poor thing to wake up alone in the morning. Tata for now!"
I hung up quickly and ran to make sure the door was locked. When I was content with that I went over to Ivan and tried to make him up.
"Hey, wake up real quick please!" It took a few tries, but It eventually worked.
"What, what's wrong?" He asked, sitting up quickly.
"I just wanted to make sure you were wake-able. You know. In case I ever need you to wake up."
"Why would you need that?" He asked laying back down.
I crawled over him and got under the covers too. I snuggled up close to him and breathed in his scent. "You know." I said. "In case I ever piss someone off or worry someone and they come after me."
He chuckled a little, but it didn't last long after her wrapped his arms around me and we both fell asleep.