Okay, so I'm sorry for not updating in a while but I've been dealing with personal problems. So...yeah.
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Drabble: Red
DPOV
"Come on, Dimitri. Please?" Roza whined, staring at me pleadingly from the couch.
"Roza -"
"Don't you love me Comrade?" She said, her bottom lip trembling as tears threatened her eyes.
Now, I knew she wasn't serious and was only pretending, but I couldn't bring myself to deny her. So, frowning, I put down the whisk and headed towards the couch.
"You'll be the death of me," I exclaimed exasperatedly as I took a seat on the couch, lifting her feet into my lap, lightly massaging them.
As I did so, Rose let out a moan and my hands intently stilled,
"Roza," I groaned, "You can't do that; at least not right now."
She grinned seductively at me, a mischievous spark in her eyes, "Why not?"
Her breathy voice did not escape me. But, I gave her a meaningful look,
"Oh, alright, fine."
I smiled at her pouty face; poking her calf, I asked, "Okay, so what color do you want, Milaya?"
"Red; and make it good, Comrade."
Laughing, I rearranged her feet and reached for the red color amongst the plethora of nail polishes scattered on our coffee table.
As much as I wanted to get onto with the food before Rose's parents got here, I was more than happy to give her a pedicure if it made her beam with absolute contentment and happiness as she was.
I know it's short. And I'm sorry for that. But I can't quite concentrate on writing.
Till next time~!