✔️Get Naked - Katya Zamolodchikova x Reader

Part Seventeen

"Fuck, baby..." Brian mumbled hotly into your arm. His face pressed against it and his warm breath tickling your arm as he lay next to you. You took the time to savour every moment of silence and literally every second you had pressed closely to the queen you were completely enthralled with. There was so much to appreciate when every interaction made you blush, not to mention when every glance practically knocked the air out of you. The feeling of Brian's skin on yours made your heart flutter, but somehow you couldn't decide if observing him from across the room may be an even better deal, no matter what, you were happy and that was what kept your mind from wandering off to the current and less joyful moments of the past 48hrs.

Now, at this point in your relationship, you knew the queen well enough to estimate the thousands of jokes running through his head and to recognize the loss of the intense moment being the only thing keeping them at bay. The silence surely couldn't last for long.

"Say what you wanna say." You chuckled, rubbing your hands sleepily over your eyes. You were somewhere between re energized and exhausted- a mix of both concern and love for the man beside you.

"What do you mean?" Brian scoffed, pulling himself up to lean over you, looking you directly in the eyes as his forehead rest against yours. "That, that was some of the fucking finest sex I've had in my entire life?" The queen hummed, pecking a gentle kiss onto your nose.

Your face contorted into an expression most definitely showing your confusion. "No jokes? Usually you've always got a one way ticket to the funny farm cued up." You explained, Brian's eyes rolling obnoxiously the minute the words left your lips.

"Fuck you." Brian snipped, moving to straddle your stomach, his hands looping behind your neck. Your own arms instinctually sat comfortably on his waist, holding onto his bare hips.

"That's what we just did honey..." you teased in a patronizing tone, earning another grunt.

"Oh- I didn't realize!" He gasped in fake surprise a look of annoyance almost instantly replacing it on his face. "Shut up. I'm not in a comedy mood despite my everlasting, continuously entertaining and iconic reputation." Brian drawled out dramatically, pursing his lips.

His eyes flicked down and his face softened, pausing slightly before looking back up at you. "No. I'm just in love I guess... it all doesn't seem so funny anymore." Brian sighed shakily, returning to a serious demeanour.

Your mouth fell slightly agape as you took in his words. Silently you took Brian's face in your hands and pulled him in, immediately chasing after his kiss. His chest lay against yours as your lips gently locked, your hand slipping around his neck.

Your tongue quickly slipped into his mouth, but the kiss was much more intimate and sweet than the usual urgency of your make out sessions. Usually you just wanted to feel him against you- to feel the rush- but in that current moment, you were already getting all of that from a kiss alone.

His lips slowly migrated to the corner of your mouth and then your jaw. There were quiet moans and gasps leaving your lips and you could tell they were only encouraging him.

"I'm just as in love as you are, baby..." you sighed, running one of your hands back down to his hip. You allowed yourself to find comfort in the feeling of his lips working on you carefully, completely relaxed as you focused on the feeling. Just as your hand slipped down to Katya's ass, a thought popped into your head that made your heart flutter. "Brian?" You hummed, earning a frustrated groan before his head snapped up to glare at you expectantly. "Does all this mean we've become something of an item?" You grinned, earning just as large of a smile from the man on top of you.

"Fuck yeah, Mary!" He giggled bouncing slightly as he leaned forward to press his lips firmly into your own and kissing you hard. "Now that I have a girlfriend am I straight?" He chirped teasingly, immediately receiving a grin from you in response.