I am Ukrainian🇺🇦. (A VLODYMYR ZELENSKYY FANFIC)

Chapter 7

After 2 weeks in Ukraine.

A loud slam of the front door of the apartment woke me from my nap on the sofa.

"Jorja" His loud shout rang through the apartment.

Concern was my first feeling, the next being some form of shyness. He's generally so kind and patient. I tried to think back if whether or not I had done anything that could have caused this. Leading me to my third feeling, fear. No, that feeling didn't seem right. More nervousness than fear, I knew he would never hurt me. But old habits die hard.

I was so deep in my thoughts I momentarily forgot he was calling me. That was until he burst into the living room, throwing his bag to the floor. I peeked over the back of the sofa, watching him.

Vova looked around the room and caught my eyes, I ducked back behind the sofa without a thought, only to be found as he circled the large piece of furniture and stood infront of me.

I looked up at him with big doe eyes. Immediately his expression softened and he fell down on the sofa next to me, giving out a large sigh. Not a second after, I hopped off the sofa and ran into our shared room. Vova's head lifted and he gazed after me in disappointment and exhaustion.

That was, until I came running back with our large, cosy, baby blue duvet, wrapping us both in it like a cave. We sat there silently for a moment. "Hi, Jorja ," he whispered. "Hi," I whispered back, following my greeting with,"no one can get you in here now, not even work."

His eyebrows arched in the middle, eye's large and gentle. "Jorja ..."

I shifted closer, resting my head on his firm chest. "I love you, and I'll protect you, so don't worry," I whispered sharply, full of determination. He smiled in the darkness under the duvet, "okay."

Lifting my head I asked him quietly," you love me too, right?"
His arms wrapped round my small form, "always."

Smiling I pecked his lips (our first kiss) . We were both once again silent for a moment before he whispered, "do that again."

With a giggle I pecked his lips once again. "Again." *Peck.*

"Again."

*Peck.*

"Again."

I pecked his lips once more and his strong hand took hold of the back of my head, making me blush. Vova's lips moving so gently yet firmly.

I tilted my head so to make the kiss firmer, pressing my tongue against his moving lips, His mouth opening and tongue pressing against mine.

His hand reached down, holding my waist and pulling me closer. I pushed myself on top of him, straddling his lap with a light hum, softly humping his jeans. While doing that my hands unbuttoned his shirt, palms smoothing over his tanned skin, pushing the white material away.

The hand holding the back of my head moved down to my neck, the hand round my waist moving up to still wrap round me while his finger tips brushed over the fabric covering the edge of my right breast.

With one of my hands still feeling over him I unbuttoned my own shirt, parting lips and leaning back to shuffle out of my sleeves, pouncing on him once the task was complete.

Immediately his hand grabbed onto my hair, yanking it by the roots, (not too hard,) making me cry out quietly. He had never pulled my hair before, and I loved every second of it.

His lips pressed against my exposed neck, nipping and sucking, definitely leaving delicious marks for me to drooll over later.

"Mhmmm, please," I whimpered. "Please what?" He groaned, clearly aroused by my plea. "I need you, just take my virginity make me yours" He chuckled, "let me take my time with you, ..you're too beautiful to waste."