✔️Get Naked - Katya Zamolodchikova x Reader

Part Ten

As your eyes slowly fluttered open, it took you a second to figure out where you were. Then you remembered and you felt the person - well, more like corpse - laying next to you. Your nostrils were filled with a mixture of his Tom Ford cologne and the smell of cigarettes. Speaking of cigarettes, you really wanted one, but waking up Brian was not an option. You wanted nothing less than for this moment to never end.

It was simply so quiet, from the soft trail of air puffing rhythmically from Brian's lungs, to the warm light shining gently through the window.

It was so perfect.

His face was so smooth and soft as he slept.

Brian stirred slightly, sighing and reaching out for you in his sleep. His hand gripped at your hip in an attempt to pull you into him, you complied easily, giggling silently. The queens eyebrows knitted together and he yawned before his crystal eyes gently opened.

Your hand creeped up to brush against his already stubbles face. You wished you could have taken a mental picture of that exact moment, Brian and you sat comfortably in one another's arms.

"Mm.." he hummed groggily. "Morning." Brian cleared his throat, his eyes fluttering shut again and his lips pursing thickly. Your gaze fell on his pillowy pout, you wanted more than anything to press your lips back into his and get lost in them.

But alas.

"Morning sleeping beauty, or should I say sleeping troll from 5 miles down the way." You quipped teasingly knitting your eyebrows together. So badly did you want to stay in this sweet and picturesque moment, but you knew what had come over the both of you was merely a fit of passion and was nothing more. There could be no other explanation to it, you wouldn't allow there to be.

"Fuck you." Brian smiled softly, his eyes once again resting in a shut position. Each time he closed his eyes, you began to miss his gaze, but at the same time, you were glad to have a moment to look over his beautiful features.

When his eyes opened again you found yourself in the opposite predicament. Disobeying every ounce of your being, you slipped out of the bed and began to dress yourself. You fucking hated when you listened to yourself, but usually it was the right decision. Ugh.

Brian looked at you with a quirked eyebrow. "So your just gonna cum and run? I thought last night you told me you weren't the type." He scoffed playfully, pulling himself from the bed. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt his feelings, and so the first lie that popped up in your mind was the one that you went with.

"Lunch with Vi." You explained, fixing your hair quickly in the mirror, attempting to make a quick and less messy escape then you usually executed.

"Ah." He said quietly, slightly more reserved then he usually acted around you. "She called me a filler queen once, ya know?" Katya added, recovering for the dip in his humour.

"Well, I mean... you didn't necessarily win did you..?" You giggled, earning a mock gasp of offence from Brian, who after slipping on his boxers and a t-shirt, followed you swiftly to the door. Little did he know but you were arranging lunch with Violet at that very moment just in case the queens saw each other in the next decade. Bitches do like to talk.

(You) Meet me at the Starbucks by soul cycle in 20! SOS

"Oh fuck you. What exactly have you won? Nothing? Oh, that's what I thought." Brian added, pursing his lips and talking in an over exaggerated, deep fishy voice.

"We just went over this bitch!" You laughingly screamed back, "takes one to know one, neither have you Mr Burns! Or have you confused yourself with miss Oscar award winner Jodie Foster again?" Teasing him further with each sentence as his smile widened. Some how joking around was Brian's idea of affection and to be honest, you had no complaints on the matter.