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I furrowed my brows when I felt something soft graze my cheek, immediately causing me to stir from my sleep.

Naturally, I buried myself under the soft pillows, nuzzling in even closer to what I knew was Sevan's body.

And her soft touch trailing up my arms and across my bare collarbone.

"Sevan," I mumbled incoherently, pushing her hand away.

She only grabbed my chin in response and tilted my head further back, briefly pressing her lips to mine.

Which naturally made a hum burn in my throat, leaning in even deeper for another kiss.

"Open your eyes first," Sevan murmured, her voice soft and as raspy as ever.

I furrowed my brows, lazily shaking my head no.

"No kiss for you then," Sevan determined in a soft whisper, now tracing the edges of my jawline.

I let out an irritated sigh, forcefully blinking my eyes open—which immediately burned at the brightness of the sun filtering into the room.

Sevan hummed in approval, "Good morning," she said as soon as our eyes locked.

I blinked a few times, squeezing my heavy eyes shut for a brief moment.

"Kiss," I mumbled the demand, leaning in even closer to her.

And Sevan didn't hesitate to close the space between us and press her lips to mine, earning a lazy hum from me.

"Good morning," Sevan tried to say again.

I nodded a few times, nuzzling down into her neck, "Very good morning," I whispered as I allowed my eyes to fall back shut, "After more sleep."

I heard Sevan chuckle softly, "It's time to get up baby," she told me, which immediately made a groan bubble in my throat.

"Nyet, I sleep more," I insisted, nuzzling deeper into her neck as I pressed my body even closer to hers.

Sevan hummed in response, "It's already ten," she reminded me as if it actually mattered, "And I want to show you the city."

I nodded lazily, "Da, you show me city later," I determined, not caring about anything but sleep right now.

At least until Sevan suddenly pulled away from me—practically taking all the warmth between us with her.

"Sevan," I groaned, blinking my heavy eyes open again.

Which nearly burned again with the bright daylight sun filtering in.

"Come back," I mumbled, watching as she adjusted her sweatpants and t-shirt she wore.

I wore one of her similar black t-shirts with nothing but underwear underneath.

I barely remember even pulling it on after dinner last night—but I was in the biggest food coma to ever fucking exist.

"Come take a shower with me," Sevan challenged back with a raised brow.

I gave her a narrowed look, hating even the idea of getting undressed—much less getting in the shower.

Even if I knew the water would be perfectly hot.

"I convince you to come back," I said, my words nothing but insinuating.

"And I'll convince you to join me in the shower," Sevan somehow argued my words.

Which naturally made an irritated sigh fall from my lips, squeezing every muscle in my body out of irritation.

"This is no longer good morning," I mumbled, roughly tugging the covers over me.

Which were pulled back off of me.

And before I could begin to protest.

Or throw a literal fit—

Sevan slid her arms under my body, lifting me up into her arms.

Which naturally caught me off guard, inaudibly gasping as my arms naturally reached for her.

"I hate you—I fucking hate you," I gritted, kicking my feet and wiggling my body in her arms, "I stay in bed Sevan."

"You have all the time after this trip to stay in bed," Sevan said as she walked us both to the bathroom, "We're going to see the city."

I dramatically groaned in annoyance, wiggling even more in her arms, "You are very annoying," I said as she carefully put me down.

And grabbed the hem of the shirt I wore—tugging it over my head.

Which left me cold, folding my arms over my bare chest as I stared up at her with nothing but irritation.

But Sevan didn't appear fazed—she only turned around to turn the shower on, which immediately made the glass shower gather with steam.

And I didn't hesitate to strip from my underwear, wanting nothing but to be under the hot water.

I didn't even need to wash my hair, given I had just washed it yesterday.

If anything it would make it more inconvenient for me to wash it now because I would have to dry and style it later.

But I was less focused on later and more focused on now.

And I wanted to be submerged under the hot water right now.

Hair and all.

Sevan joined me in the shower, grabbing the shampoo before I could and lathering some of it in her hands.

I hummed as soon as her fingers weaved into my wet hair, lathering more of the soap as she massaged my scalp.

Which naturally made me relax even further, allowing her to wash my hair with the sweet shampoo and later the conditioner.

And after she finished washing my body, I decided to grab the shampoo too—lathering it in my hands to wash her hair.

Which felt very awkward at first.

I had never done such a thing.

But Sevan helped guide my hands, later sliding her arms around my waist as I began washing the shampoo out of her hair and grabbing the conditioner.

It felt weirdly intimate.

Especially with the water falling and nothing but a calm silence flowing between us.

Even as we got out of the shower, the calm silence between us lingered—the only thing you could really hear was the opening of lotion bottles or the sound of flowing water as we brushed our teeth.

And due to my previously made decision, I had to blow dry and style my hair.

But it really only took me thirty minutes, but by the time I was done, Sevan was already ready.

So I did a quick makeup look and pulled on a tight long-sleeve shirt with a matching black skirt and stockings.

And somehow—someway, Sevan had me out of the hotel before eleven thirty.

Which was surprising to me.

But I felt well enough energized, especially as I sat in the back of the chauffeured car watching the busy streets flash by.

Breakfast was our first order of business.

And the place Sevan took me to towered over the city, giving us the perfect view every which way we looked.

"Aren't you happy you got up?" Sevan asked as I sat across from her, sipping on my glass of vodka.

I lazily raised my brows, "Happy that you made me get up?" I purposely asked her, which naturally made Sevan grow amused, "Da, I suppose."

Sevan hummed in approval, "I'll take that," she determined.

I lazily hummed, taking another sip of my vodka as I glanced past Sevan to our waitress carrying out our food.

I had gotten the classic pancakes while Sevan opted for the eggs and bacon with fruit.

And I swear the pancakes the waitress sat down in front of me were perfectly steaming with a half-melted pad of butter on them.

"Satisfied?" Sevan said as she began drizzling my pancakes with syrup for me.

I nodded almost wordlessly, picking up my knife and fork to begin digging in.

Because I'm really fucking hungry—especially after getting ready, having to sit through the twenty-minute drive filled with traffic, and then wait for our food to be out.

I'm accustomed to eating right after I wake up—not waiting close to two hours.

"I want to shop," I said as I cut off a small bite of my pancakes.

Sevan hummed in acknowledgment, "Then we'll shop," she said as she began eating her fruit, "After I'll show you some spots."

I nodded, "Da," I mumbled, taking a small bite from my fork, "You know a lot about New York?"

Sevan shrugged, "I know enough," she determined, which made me raise a brow.

"You come here often?" I asked her almost curiously as I continued chewing.

Sevan's lips twitched up slightly, "I come here enough," she said almost purposely.

Which naturally made me roll my eyes, continuing to cut off another piece of my pancake.

And as we continued eating, I started to wonder what Sevan had planned aside from shopping.

It was all I could think about as I ate.

Even after I finished eating, I naturally began pressing her for questions—which it felt like she was purposely avoiding.

I dislike surprises, which seemed to make Sevan want to surprise me more.

I even tried to rush through shopping, but Sevan purposely delayed us by picking out her own stuff to try on.

"Da, it's nice Sevan," I mumbled, eyeing the leather jacket she just had to try on.

Sevan hummed, "We should look some more," she suggested, which naturally earned a deep dramatic sigh from my lips.

And I could tell by the smile that subtly twitched up on her lips that this was the exact reaction she wanted out of me.

"I'm kidding, Zinovia," she said, walking over to me as she shrugged off the expensive leather jacket, "Let's get this and go."

I hummed in approval when Sevan suddenly leaned down to my lips, pressing a brief kiss on them before pulling away.

"We leave," I said, impatiently motioning her along.

And Sevan didn't hesitate to walk past me, running her arm around my waist as we approached the checkout line.

Which didn't last too long.

But still long enough to leave me feeling impatient.

Until eventually, we left the small boutique—getting in the car to go god knows where.

There were a few places Sevan had planned for us.

A lookout over some bridge and water, which was nice you could say.

We calmly walked side by side before stopping for a moment to take in the view.

Until we left—driving over to a small cookie shop that had possibly the softest cookie I had ever tried.

It was very good.

The best one I've ever had if I'm being honest.

Next were some cliché tours for the experience of New York and then we walked around for another hour.

Physically walked.

My legs were practically numb and buzzing by the time we made it back to the hotel.

Where Sevan had us get ready again—this time for dinner.

So I quickly showered and got dressed while Sevan handled a phone call—deciding to take a short nap after I finished up.

I purposely did light makeup and re-styled my hair just so I could have time for this nap.

My makeup always seems to look better when I take a nap in it anyway.

And luckily Sevan hadn't come close to finishing her call by the time I had finished getting ready.

Which left me at least thirty minutes to sleep.

Something I need if Sevan wants me to function without an attitude.

And luckily, this time it was easier to wake up.

Sevan's soft touch was enough to gently stir me from my sleep.

She looked almost irritatingly unreal as she hovered over me, wearing her hair gelled back with her usual leather jacket and jeans on.

"Ready baby?" she murmured, caressing the edges of my cheek and down to my jawline.

I forced a hum, nodding a few times in response as I extended my hands out so she could help me stand.

Sevan immediately placed her hands in mine, helping me stand from the bed as I stumbled a few times to grow accustomed to my feet.

And I didn't bother to say a word, still waking up and processing my surroundings.

Which included Sevan slipping my heels on for me.

As she kneeled below me.

It was a sight that immediately made a neediness burn in my lower stomach.

So fucking easily too.

Blyat.

"Maybe we do dinner in?" I mentioned with insinuation, causing Sevan to raise a sharp brow—standing from her kneeling position.

"We have reservations," Sevan reminded me as I subtly slid her leather jacket down her arms.

"We have them bring it to us," I whispered, tossing her jacket aside as I stepped out of the stilettos she had just put on me.

Sevan's lips twitched up in amusement, "So you wake up on this timing?" she purposely asked, her voice nothing but teasing with me.

I hummed as I grabbed the hem of her shirt—tugging it up and off her body.

Which left her in nothing but her Tom Ford sports bra.

Something else I wanted off of her.

I refrained.

Instead, I reached for her pants zipper and immediately tugged it down—along with her pants that I wanted off of her almost desperately.

"Zinovia," Sevan sighed out as I guided her to sit on the bed, "You have ten min—"

She cut herself short as soon as I tugged my shirt over my head, revealing my toned stomach and breasts barely contained in my small bra.

It was at that moment that I knew our reservations were off the table.

Especially with how Sevan is currently staring up at me.

I basked in her attention, now reaching for my skirt to slip off—along with my stockings that I slowly slid down my legs.

Which left Sevan impatient for something I had started.

Just how I like it.

I felt my lips naturally twitch up when Sevan's dark eyes darted down to my hands playing with the hem of my underwear.

Before I took those off too.

"I take care of you," I murmured, now walking closer to her.

Sevan hummed as she watched me slowly slide her underwear down, "Take care of me then baby," she murmured, her dark eyes now meeting mine.

I felt a heat run up my body, consuming everything existing inside of me.

Especially as I nudged her legs wider apart, and draped one of mine over her body.

"Oh," Sevan murmured, eyeing the position we're now in.

Our cores were now barely grazing one another—and I purposely hovered over her noticing how she inched closer to me.

"You say please remember?" I purposely reminded her, wanting her to beg just as much as I had.

Sevan raised a brow, running her hands past my hips that she roughly tugged down closer to her, naturally making me whine.

"Say please, Sevan," I demanded again, refusing to move an inch.

Even if she slowly began guiding my hips, grinding our warm cores against one another.

Which naturally made my body burn up uncontrollably and a moan annoyingly echo in my throat, arching away from her so I could get my way.

"Say it," I gritted, pushing myself further away from her when she only tugged my hips back down.

Sevan let out a deep sigh, staring up into my eyes that held nothing but seriousness.

Aside from the neediness threatening to show on my face.

"Please, Zinovia," Sevan murmured so fucking softly, dragging her hands up my back.

I hummed, relaxing against her and dragging my core up against hers, "Again," I demanded.

Sevan moaned when I applied more pressure, "Please beautiful," she said, nearly making my face burn from her chosen words.

"Blyat, Sevan," I forced out, quickening my pace as she suddenly wrapped her hands around my breasts that swayed with each movement I made.

"Keep going," Sevan encouraged me causing me to speed up my pace against her.

And as soon as she ran her fingers over my hardened nipples—that was fucking it.

"Sevan," I whined, matching her pace that slowed us back down.

"You're doing good baby," she murmured, her dark eyes gauging every reaction etched onto my face.

I moaned in response, feeling my orgasm slowly grow around me, "Keep talking," I whispered, grinding even deeper into her.

Sevan groaned, kneading my breasts even fucking more, "You feel so fucking good," she murmured, meeting me halfway with each stroke.

I moaned even deeper, throwing my head back as we continued our deep strokes.

Until finally—

Everything around me burned, releasing all the tension from my body that nearly jerked down closer to Sevan's.

Our moans mixed perfectly together, holding each other in the moment of a perfect release.

Something that felt so fucking domestic.

Beyond intimate.

All I could do was lean even deeper into her, moaning again as she dragged her nails so fucking perfectly down my back.

Until our bodies naturally relaxed against each other, breathing and panting heavily as we came down from our high.

It was silent as I nuzzled into her neck, relaxing deeper against her body as she wrapped her hands around my waist—for once being content with only one round.

"We order room service," I breathed out, lifting up slightly from her neck to meet her dark eyes, "No chicken," I specified.

Sevan laughed slightly, "No chicken," she repeated back to me, grabbing my chin and pulling me down for a kiss.

That I immediately reciprocated, running my lips across hers before deepening the kiss with my tongue.

Which earned a hum from her, gripping me closer as we somehow found ourselves immersed in a deep kiss.

But it was less desperate or needy.

Almost like all we wanted to do was kiss.

Which felt very odd.

The warmth in my chest is very odd.

But it's to a point where I am very used to it.

Accustomed almost.

Something I assume is very good thing da?

It no longer catches me off guard.

"We need to order the food, Zi," Sevan reminded me, briefly sucking down on my bottom lip.

I hummed, "So you order our food," I pointed out, feeling my lips twitch up at the fact that she couldn't stop kissing me.

Sevan forced a whine, "Just don't move," she said, naturally making my lips twitch up.

"I won't move malyshka—I hand you phone," I assured her, which earned a reluctant nod from Sevan.

Who watched as I leaned over to the nightstand to grab the phone and quickly dial the front desk—handing the phone over to Sevan.

And as the line rang through, Sevan stared up at me—holding the phone to her ear with one hand while she caressed my jawline with the other.

"Yeah, we want to order room service," Sevan spoke first, still staring up at me with such precision.

Until I naturally leaned down to bury myself in her neck, listening to her order our food that she kept asking my opinion on.

But all I could do was hum in response to anything, focusing on her heartbeat underneath my ear.

Which in the end led Sevan to order nearly the entire fucking menu, clearly unbothered by my lack of responses as she caressed her hand up my bare back.

It felt almost like a moment in time frozen between us.

Because all we could do was lay silently after the room service call—the sounds of our breaths and heartbeats surrounding us entirely.