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Kristin (aka) Butters ([info]snwpnitsirk) wrote,
Dmitriy/Stella - 329 Words
His back was pressed against the side of the nearest broken down SUV in the parking lot, waiting for the familiar sound of scuffling boots to get close enough – she had seen him make his exit from the tent, having glanced over his shoulder as a way of letting her know that he wanted her to follow him. By now, she knew his silent signals, and it wasn’t long before those cowboy boots of hers were kicking around dirt and pebbles on her quest to find him.

She almost passed him, actually, and he reached out to touch her hand in order to get her attention – he wasn’t stupid enough to grab at it right away, since that would have startled her too much, though his fingers did curl around her smaller version, pulling her in closer to him. His other hand also reached for hers, their fingers lacing together as she grinned and lifted herself up on her toes to press her lips to his. A noise of satisfaction rumbled in his throat as he returned the kiss, though he pulled back just enough to nudge her nose with his, not able to resist another quick kiss before officially pulling away, his back leaning against the large car as she pressed herself into his chest.

“…how much longer?”

“What’re you talking about?”

Dmitriy quirked a brow and canted his head.

“...how much longer before your brother or your father find out about this and decide that I’m a prime candidate for castration?”

The cherry haired Cajun snickered before she lifted herself up again, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered her reply.

“…we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, cher.”

He spun them around, this time so it was her back that was against the car, moving one of his hands from hers in order to snake it around her waist in an attempt to pull her even closer.

“Your lack of concern is…unsettling.”


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