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[steelartisan]

After he chases several teenagers back into their own rooms most of the evening, and playing a game of ducking out any door when ever Emma came into the room (once forgetting and ducking into a closet), he's almost afraid to go to sleep that night.

Dream said he would allow it, that he would be happy to help Kitty in any way he was allowed.

This seemed like a good idea.

It's a good idea.


He's out by the time his head hits the pillow.

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[prydeful]

Kitty looks at him for a moment, amused, and then deadpans, "Nice to see you too, love of my life."

[steelartisan]

It takes him a moment. Then, he offers a small, abashed, boyish grin. And no apology.

"I thought about writing you poetry. But I am not very good at that. I thought I should read or quote something for you, but I thought you would remember the lines before I finished them." He rolls onto his side to face her, still tracing a pattern across her stomach and hip. "I decided on this."

Entirely honest, "You're the single greatest person I have ever known, Katya. I love you."


"...I got distracted." A little sheepish, but only just.

[prydeful]

"...Okay. I'll keep you," she decides with a smile.

[steelartisan]

"That is nice," and smiles right back.

"Your father thinks you are keeping me just for the sex." Thoughtful, "He is like Scott when I record the hockey game over a PBS special."

[prydeful]

"...Sweetheart? Petey? Please don't discuss our sex life with anyone I might be literally or metaphorically related to?"

[steelartisan]

He doesn't say Destruction started it.

"Oh? Not even that tiny cousin of yours? She always looks up at me and looks so curious."

[prydeful]

Kitty is really pretty grateful he doesn't say that.

"...No. No talking with anyone," she declares, firmly.

[steelartisan]

He kisses that place right behind her ear and smiles even more.

"Ah, really? Such a waste."

[prydeful]

She grins.

A little.

"I just said no talking."

[steelartisan]

"Ah."

He leans over her again.



"So, you want me to show the next person that asks."

[prydeful]

"Okay," she laughs, "y'know what, tovarich, no kisses for you."

Lies.

[steelartisan]

"Oh, in that case."

He goes to roll of her.

[prydeful]

Kitty?

Can wait.

And smirks.

"We'll just hold hands, then."

[steelartisan]

He grins at her again. "That will do."

And they are standing in a field of wheat overlooking a great, blue lake. In the distance, there is a small cabin on a slight hill. The wind blows, and there is a small chill in the air.

He gives Kitty's hand a tug, and starts wading through the stalks of wheat, up toward the hill.

[prydeful]

"From Russia with love?"

Someone's smiling.

Not smirking.

Just smiling.

[steelartisan]

"I always wanted to show you where I grew up. It has been so long, I doubt it looks like this any more."

He stops just beyond his family's old cabin and points along the closer shore of the lake and meadow land. "My father and Mikhail used to graze the cattle and small horses down there. But, they would get tired of their feed and come up here to eat my mother's vegetables."

[prydeful]

"Your poor mother."

She's switched to Russian without thinking about it.

(She does that most with Japanese, still, but there are other languages that creep in from time to time, and Russian is one.)

[steelartisan]

He continues on in Russian, not even noticing that they have switched languages.

"My poor Papa. Mama was never a...ah. Quiet woman." He says it was a fond smile as he reaches out and touches one of the brightly painted window sills with its decorative arches, awning, and fence lacing. It stands out next to the dull wood house.

"I painted this when I was little. We believe here, that you have to paint all your windows and entrances brightly to distract the fairy folk from coming inside and stealing all the milk."