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Chapter 4.5 / 5 : Starting Over

“All great beginnings start in the dark, when the moon greets you to a new day at midnight.”
― Shannon L. Alder
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“I-Ivan! Stop!” You cry out, pushing and fighting his advances, trying to defend yourself; you decide that you have no other options left as you cannot seem to land a harsh enough blow unless you do the one thing no one would dare to try.

-thud-

Your head throbs as you bash your head into his face in a last ditch effort to knock some sense into the Russian, literally.

He lurches back off of you, his soft lavender eyes clearly dazed, watering in pain. He clutches his nose, a trickle of blood escaping from one of the nostrils.

“_-___________” He whimpers your name, his eyes clearing from the haze, realizing that this is real life and not some drunk, delusional fantasy created by blood loss and alcohol.

He goes to look you over to make sure you’re not hurt, but when you flinch from his touch, shame and horror cross his face as he realizes what he had almost done. “....my sunflower....”

“D-don’t touch me...” You look at him, worried that he might lash out.
He nods, understandingly.

Ivan grabs a handkerchief from a drawer form within the bedside table next to him, wiping away the blood, his nose no longer bled, but the dull ache served as a great reminder of just how serious you are.

He motions for you to come closer, you comply warily, you can’t help but cry softly into his shirt as he tenderly brings you into his embrace. Ivan holds you close, crying as well, ashamed at what he’d done, “I’m sorry...I-I’m so sorry, sunflower.. Please... Forgive me. I didn’t mean to h-hurt you....”

“I-it’s ok... I know you didn’t mean it... That’s not who you are... No matter what anyone says”

------------Ivan’s POV------------

I can’t believe I almost hurt her, my poor sunflower. I never meant for this to happen, I should’ve let her go; let her run away and never see her again.

“I...I should go....” I say as I get up, about to run out the door until I see your face fall, sadness creep across your face and hear you murmur something softly.

“What?”

You look up at him and say, “Don’t go. Please, Ivan. I love you.”

“...” I stare at you speechless, “You...do?”

“Yes.”

-------------Your POV-------------------------

You hated the feel of silence, the anticipation of waiting to hear what he’d say, only to breathe a sigh of relief when he hugs you close and whispers in your ear, “I love you too....Please, _____________, Will you forgive me?”

You nod, “Will you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive, I deserved it..”

--Le 3-4 month time skip, featuring a long lengthy patching up of relationships between you and the Russian, setting up boundaries, starting over and finally becoming something more than just friends- (Sorry, not sorry)

“Ivan..?” You call out, you were hoping to leave on time for the movie in town you’d been waiting for, hoping to go ice skating afterwards, just to spend some quality time with your favorite Russian, while he had time off from his duties as a country, which were in serious need of help after the Soviet Union disbanded.

You could hear him fumbling with something in the study down the hall. You sigh impatiently, it is just like him to get distracted with something and forget about plans.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Ivan..?”

You open the door to see him setting up a giant screen against the wall, a movie projector on the opposite side of the room. He smiles at you and chuckles, It’s not quite time for the movie to start.

“We were supposed to leave half an hour ago..”

“We aren’t going to town, my little sunflower, I decided to bring the movie to us..”

“It’s not out of the theaters yet, Ivan, how could we watch __(Fav. movie/movie you want to see)___”

He chuckles and nods towards the projector, curious you go over and see the movie reel to the movie you had planned on going to see along with your favorite dinner waiting for you near the couch on a coffee table.

“How did you...?”

He smiles, “Anything for you.”

-----Skip ahead of movie/film, you snuggling up next to Russia on the couch----

“Thank you,” you stretch up and kiss his soft lips, “I really like that movie.”

He kisses you in return, his lips and skin always feeling cool to your touch, “I’m glad you enjoyed it...”

You couldn’t help that his kisses and touch were so addictive for you. You’re body craved his touch, in more ways than one, you felt at peace when you were near him. You both felt so comfortable, it felt right to continue kissing each other feverishly, knowing exactly where it would lead. Ivan looked at you, a teasing yet serious glint in his eye, “_______, my sunflower, will you become one with Mother Russia?”

You giggle and answer back in russian, knowing that it would excite him further, “Da..”

Ivan then starts to carry you off to his room, but before you even get there, your kisses become more urgent, impatient and demanding. As you pull away, his cool lips gently start to caress your throat, a small moan escaping your lips.

Your clothes became a piled heap around you, as he gently pulls your clothes off gently, careful not to tear them followed by his own, not even caring that you both were in the hallway. His kisses rain down along your body, as he gently strokes your entrance, waiting for your silent nod to continue.

His hand glides up your leg as soft as feathers on your skin, sending blissful shivers up your body, as you nod he gently probes around, inserting one finger, then two, then finally a third, massaging and stretching you almost uncomfortably around him. Your gaze and hands adorned his perfect pale skinned body; you note how his perfectly sculpted, scarred alabaster chest and abs would tense at your touch, how he would shiver in pleasure as his arm muscles would flex slightly as you ran your nails down his shoulder blades.

Almost teasingly he removes his fingers then pulls you closer to him holding onto the backs of your thighs and pressing them them against his hips, lifting you up onto his length and pushing your back into the wall for leverage, then gently begins to thrust away..building up the tempo as your bodies writhe in pleasure, your moans encouraging him to go faster, as you try to keep up.

"Ivan!! I-I love you-" you cry out, your body tightening around Ivan in pure blissful pleasure, as he continues to pleasure you until he is sure you’re satisfied.

"I love you,_______!" He groans as he releases his seed into you, both of you panting, sweaty messes, holding each other closer. You lean against his chest feeling exhausted and completely content, listening to his powerful heartbeat as he gently removes himself and carries you to bed to cuddle and let you recover. He holds onto you all throughout the night, being sure to keep you warm and comfortable, snuggling closer and closer, kissing your hair and forehead as you drift off to sleep.

Description
Chapter 4.5 / 5 : Starting Over

“All great beginnings start in the dark, when the moon greets you to a new day at midnight.”
― Shannon L. Alder
________________________________________________

“I-Ivan! Stop!” You cry out, pushing and fighting his advances, trying to defend yourself; you decide that you have no other options left as you cannot seem to land a harsh enough blow unless you do the one thing no one would dare to try.

-thud-

Your head throbs as you bash your head into his face in a last ditch effort to knock some sense into the Russian, literally.

He lurches back off of you, his soft lavender eyes clearly dazed, watering in pain. He clutches his nose, a trickle of blood escaping from one of the nostrils.

“_-___________” He whimpers your name, his eyes clearing from the haze, realizing that this is real life and not some drunk, delusional fantasy created by blood loss and alcohol.

He goes to look you over to make sure you’re not hurt, but when you flinch from his touch, shame and horror cross his face as he realizes what he had almost done. “....my sunflower....”

“D-don’t touch me...” You look at him, worried that he might lash out.
He nods, understandingly.

Ivan grabs a handkerchief from a drawer form within the bedside table next to him, wiping away the blood, his nose no longer bled, but the dull ache served as a great reminder of just how serious you are.

He motions for you to come closer, you comply warily, you can’t help but cry softly into his shirt as he tenderly brings you into his embrace. Ivan holds you close, crying as well, ashamed at what he’d done, “I’m sorry...I-I’m so sorry, sunflower.. Please... Forgive me. I didn’t mean to h-hurt you....”

“I-it’s ok... I know you didn’t mean it... That’s not who you are... No matter what anyone says”

------------Ivan’s POV------------

I can’t believe I almost hurt her, my poor sunflower. I never meant for this to happen, I should’ve let her go; let her run away and never see her again.

“I...I should go....” I say as I get up, about to run out the door until I see your face fall, sadness creep across your face and hear you murmur something softly.

“What?”

You look up at him and say, “Don’t go. Please, Ivan. I love you.”

“...” I stare at you speechless, “You...do?”

“Yes.”

-------------Your POV-------------------------

You hated the feel of silence, the anticipation of waiting to hear what he’d say, only to breathe a sigh of relief when he hugs you close and whispers in your ear, “I love you too....Please, _____________, Will you forgive me?”

You nod, “Will you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive, I deserved it..”

--Le 3-4 month time skip, featuring a long lengthy patching up of relationships between you and the Russian, setting up boundaries, starting over and finally becoming something more than just friends- (Sorry, not sorry)

“Ivan..?” You call out, you were hoping to leave on time for the movie in town you’d been waiting for, hoping to go ice skating afterwards, just to spend some quality time with your favorite Russian, while he had time off from his duties as a country, which were in serious need of help after the Soviet Union disbanded.

You could hear him fumbling with something in the study down the hall. You sigh impatiently, it is just like him to get distracted with something and forget about plans.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Ivan..?”

You open the door to see him setting up a giant screen against the wall, a movie projector on the opposite side of the room. He smiles at you and chuckles, It’s not quite time for the movie to start.

“We were supposed to leave half an hour ago..”

“We aren’t going to town, my little sunflower, I decided to bring the movie to us..”

“It’s not out of the theaters yet, Ivan, how could we watch __(Fav. movie/movie you want to see)___”

He chuckles and nods towards the projector, curious you go over and see the movie reel to the movie you had planned on going to see along with your favorite dinner waiting for you near the couch on a coffee table.

“How did you...?”

He smiles, “Anything for you.”

-----Skip ahead of movie/film, you snuggling up next to Russia on the couch----

“Thank you,” you stretch up and kiss his soft lips, “I really like that movie.”

He kisses you in return, his lips and skin always feeling cool to your touch, “I’m glad you enjoyed it...”

You couldn’t help that his kisses and touch were so addictive for you. You’re body craved his touch, in more ways than one, you felt at peace when you were near him. You both felt so comfortable, it felt right to continue kissing each other feverishly, knowing exactly where it would lead. Ivan looked at you, a teasing yet serious glint in his eye, “_______, my sunflower, will you become one with Mother Russia?”

You giggle and answer back in russian, knowing that it would excite him further, “Da..”

Ivan then starts to carry you off to his room, but before you even get there, your kisses become more urgent, impatient and demanding. As you pull away, his cool lips gently start to caress your throat, a small moan escaping your lips.

Your clothes became a piled heap around you, as he gently pulls your clothes off gently, careful not to tear them followed by his own, not even caring that you both were in the hallway. His kisses rain down along your body, as he gently strokes your entrance, waiting for your silent nod to continue.

His hand glides up your leg as soft as feathers on your skin, sending blissful shivers up your body, as you nod he gently probes around, inserting one finger, then two, then finally a third, massaging and stretching you almost uncomfortably around him. Your gaze and hands adorned his perfect pale skinned body; you note how his perfectly sculpted, scarred alabaster chest and abs would tense at your touch, how he would shiver in pleasure as his arm muscles would flex slightly as you ran your nails down his shoulder blades.

Almost teasingly he removes his fingers then pulls you closer to him holding onto the backs of your thighs and pressing them them against his hips, lifting you up onto his length and pushing your back into the wall for leverage, then gently begins to thrust away..building up the tempo as your bodies writhe in pleasure, your moans encouraging him to go faster, as you try to keep up.

"Ivan!! I-I love you-" you cry out, your body tightening around Ivan in pure blissful pleasure, as he continues to pleasure you until he is sure you’re satisfied.

"I love you,_______!" He groans as he releases his seed into you, both of you panting, sweaty messes, holding each other closer. You lean against his chest feeling exhausted and completely content, listening to his powerful heartbeat as he gently removes himself and carries you to bed to cuddle and let you recover. He holds onto you all throughout the night, being sure to keep you warm and comfortable, snuggling closer and closer, kissing your hair and forehead as you drift off to sleep.