The first thing Anya noticed as she woke the next morning was something warm wrapped around her waist.
Without opening her eyes she moved her arm along it to see what it was, having no real suspicions of what it could be. As she felt it behind her she realized it was attached to something, something big and warm. Startled by this new discovery, she sprung awake and turned to see what it was. Dimitri. Jumping back even more by the closeness of his face to hers she fell of the bed.
She heard a deep laugh and looked up. Dimitri, propped up on his elbows was looking down at her from the bed. "You know, you should really be more careful."
"Oh hush!" She shot back, pouting.
"Well we had better hurry or were going to miss breakfast. I know I should have woken you earlier, but I just didn't have the heart!" Dimitri proclaimed, striking a 'noble' pose.
Anya covered her mouth with her hand as she giggled softly. Dimitri was acting rather silly this morning. She looked him over as he laughed, noting how warm it sounded, and blushed as she realized his lack of clothing. Last night they may have been to tired and upset to act on any feelings it might have caused, but now they were both well rested. Anya was in no mood, nor was she prepared to deal with sexual confrontation, so she took the first thought that came into her mind and acted on it.
"Ahh…I have to go…pick stuff up…and…yeah… I threw a lot of stuff around yesterday after that little fight we had…and I didn't get to pick it up last night…haha you know how messy I am right? …So I'll let you get dressed…come get me when you're done?"
She smiled awkwardly as she stood up, not taking Dimitri's offered hand. He raised an eyebrow at her and laid his hand back on the bed. Anya was moving towards the door when Dimitri's voice stopped her.
"Anya…ever since you started getting your own stuff…well you treat you stuff like a mom would treat her kid…not only that…your room is in a completely different suite…ten minutes isn't enough time to go down to your room, make a mess of it, come back and meet me at my door…running or not…so…?" The unasked question hung in the air.
"Uh…I just need some fresh air."
"Hm…"
"Alright…I'll tell you when you tell me ok?"
"When I tell you what?" He asked, confused.
Anya knitted her brow, getting frustrated fast. "You promised you would tell me everything yesterday…no more secrets!"
"Ok! Sorry I just forgot…" Dimitri scratched the back of his head. Damn, he thought. He stood up and stretched to hide his newly gained nervousness. Anya's eyes quickly found Dimitri's toned stomach as they followed the trail of hair that led from his belly button to his shorts. Trying to distract herself she averted her eyes to his face. He met her eyes. It was too much to take with his messy hair and deep eyes, she felt herself getting hot. She flushed and quickly left the room without word.