(vvv fluffy. also i'm just gonna translate in-story because fuck you i don't wanna do the comments thing rn there's like a lot. also for the french i literally do not know french so i used yandex translator. ALSO ALSO sorry if my russian is bad lol i don't know it very well!)
I continued praising her in the shower. She kept apologizing for "making a mess of" me, and I kept reassuring her that she was perfect. "Baby, it's just, I feel guilty about it, I..."
"Em, honey," I said with a big smile, "you're one hundred percent perfect. I promise. If I was upset with you, love, I'd tell you. We might play down our feelings, but we don't lie about sex, ever, in any way. So when I tell you you're good, that you didn't upset me or do anything wrong, I mean it. M'kay?" I stroked her jaw and saw her smile uneasily.
"Okay. I hear you." I stood on my tiptoes to kiss her forehead. "You're really lovely, Galina, you know that?" I blushed and looked down at our legs.
"I like making you feel good like this. You've just been so busy, love, you deserve a break. And if that break is me fucking you mindless," I laughed, making Emily smile too, "you will get that. 'Cause I love my Unit Chief, and she's the best woman I know. I want her to be alright when she's stressed. How're you feeling?" I asked her. I toyed with her wet hair under the shower water.
"Very good, thanks to you, but very, very tired," she chuckled. "Thank you for loving me when I might not be paying as much attention to you," Emily said. She sounded sad as she wrapped her arms around me. "I will always love you, honey, you know that?"
"Em, I know, I know — I'll always love you too, baby, are you sure you're good?"
"Yeah. I'm just tired. I've been...I don't know, I haven't been paying enough attention to you—"
"It's okay, sweetheart, I understand, you've been drowning in work,"
"But I feel bad. And I haven't been thinking about myself, either. I...I don't know. I think I've just been, ugh, pushing everything down. More than usual," she added with a chuckle. I smiled and kissed her, my tongue just entering her mouth when I pulled away.
"Baby, listen to your body and mind. You can't work if you're not alright yourself,"
"I always do," she laughed, knowing how sad it sounded.
My caring expression dropped from my face. "Em. I...I'm at a loss. I...I...I'm gonna make sure you're taking care of yourself now, love. You don't think enough of yourself. I love, I love how much you care for me. I really, really do. You just...you should spend at least some energy on yourself,"
"I'll try," Emily sighed.
"I'll be here for you. Your job has taken such a toll, and I know you like it, but...I'm gonna check in on your mental health more, love. Okay?"
Emily kissed me and kept her arms around my body. "What did I do to deserve you, my Galya?"
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She kissed me as she climbed into bed. I said, "Emily, my love...ты божественная,"
("...you're divine.")
"Я божественная?"
("I'm [божественная]?" — she doesn't know what that word means)
"Да," I replied with a sweet smile, turning my head slightly upwards.
("Yes,")
"Uh...как сказать 'божественная' по-английски? Я не понимаю...это слово,"
("{...} how to say 'божественная' in English? I don't understand...that word,")
"Ah, ты не знаешь? Да, да, ты хочешь перевод? Божественная — divine. Divine, my love,"
(" {...} you don't know? Yes, yes, do you want a translation? [Божественная] {...}")
Emily smiled above me and kissed my head. "Ты очень ласковая. Я люблю...когда ты мне говоришь по-русски, когда ты мне скажешь...комплименты...комплименты? Это слово? Is it a cognate?"
("You're so affectionate. I love...when you speak to me in Russian, when you tell me...compliments...[комплименты]? Is this the word? {...}")
"Да, да, cognate," I laughed.
"Ты меня понимаешь?"
("Do you understand me?")
"Да, моё солнышко, я тебя понимаю. Молодец,"
("Yes, my sunshine, I understand you. Good job,")
"Спасибо," she giggled like a proud schoolgirl.
("Thank you,")
"Your Russian is better than my French, my love. That's for sure. I don't know much French at all."
"Well..." she began. "Tu es la plus belle, la plus gentille, et je veux t'épouser un jour. Je t'aime tellement, mon amour,"
("You are the most beautiful, the most kind, and I want to marry you someday. I love you so much, my love,")
"Je t'aime aussi," I responded, my pronunciation awful. I heard her heart racing beneath me.
("I love you too,")
"When you speak Russian with me, my love...I love that you...I don't know, there's just something about it being your first language. I don't know what it is. Wait, is it your first language or learned English, too? Growing up,"
"Russian. I didn't speak English until I came here," I told her. "Solely Russian is my first language. What a weird way to phrase that. With Russian grammar, in English," I laughed.
Emily could tell I was getting sleepy. She was, too. Her fingers danced nimbly over my skin to lull me to sleep, and she kissed the top of my head, easily accessible from the position we were in.
"Ты...I don't know how to say it...ты заставляешь меня чувствовать себя красивая..."
("You... {...} ...you make me feel beautiful...")
"Потому что ты очень красивая...я тебя люблю, моя Эмили. Ты моя будущая жена. Но я не хочу тебя отпугивать. Я очень тебя люблю, моё солнышко. Спокойной ночи."
("Because you're so beautiful...I love you, my Emily. You're my future wife. But I don't want to scare you away. I love you so much, my sunshine. Good night.")
That was very risky. But she didn't seem to understand, and if she did, she didn't take a problem with it. She was practically asleep anyway, and I could feel myself drifting as I said the words.
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