Even if the sky is falling down - A Volodymyr Zelenskyy fanfiction

Chapter 8 - Can't keep my hands by myself

The next day, we make our way back to the capital. We have to go by train because it is not possible to take a flight due to Russia's constant shelling and rocket strikes. Even in this train, Volodymyr and his team keep working and hold meetings. Meanwhile, I prepare his time planner for the next days. Since the war started, I've emerged a bit like his secretary because there are so many things for him to keep in mind and organize. I felt the need to help him with that. For most of the journey, we both do the things we have to do.

When it gets dark outside, I realize that we both didn't eat much during the day. I was managing to prepare some sandwiches before we left. Now, it's definitely time to devote to them. I take the bag with them inside and show Volodymyr the bag through the glass of his compartment door. I give him a sign to finally have dinner with me. "Give me 10 minutes and I'm done with everything", he shouts through the glass.

Because I'm not a patient person, it felt like hours until he knocks at the door of my private compartment and steps in. "I thought you must be hungry", I open the talk. "I am", he responds. "But first, let me take an appetizer", he says and gives me a kiss. It's the trivial things he does that makes me happy even if I had a difficult day.

Afterwards, we start to eat and talk about some unimportant things. "Let us take some sleep now", he suggests after we finished our meal. Because it is a trivial train with no extra comfort, we just have a hard bunk bet to get some sleep. I lay down in the bed below and Volodymyr climbs above. We have a little small talk until I can hear him steadily breathing. A short time later, I also manage to fall asleep.

We are back in Kherson, walking down a road, holding hands. Volodymyr wants to show me a special place he visited once before the war. Suddenly, a foreign soldier jumps out of the bushes and holds a gun straight toward us. "Don't move", he says in Russian. Volodymyr takes his hands up. "Please, let her go", he says. "Get down on your knees", the soldier responds. Volodymyr gives me the sign to follow. We both kneel down. "Is she your girlfriend? Do you still find time to fuck?", the soldier asks Volodymyr. "No, she's not. She's my speech editor. She has nothing to do with that", Volodymyr says. "I'm wasting time", the soldier suddenly shouts and puts the gun right onto Volodymyr's head. "No, please, no", I hear myself crying.

"Shhh, Anna, everything is alright" – I open my eyes. I'm in the train, heavily breathing and sweating. It was just a dream, a nightmare. But nothing real. "Are you okay?", Volodymyr asks from above. "Mhm", I just manage to reply. "Come up to me", he demands. "I will hold you". I stand up and take a sip of water to calm down. Then I get the stairs up to the upper bed and cuddle under the blanket beside Volodymyr.

"Do you want to talk about it?", he asks. "No, I'm good", I answer. I don't want to spend any other thought about this cruel dream. "But you're still shaking", he tells me. "Yes, because I'm freezing", I lie. He gently pulls me closer and starts to rub my body to stop the shaking. I just let it happen. "Better?", he asks after a certain time. I look for his lips to kiss them as an answer.

I don't want to tease him, but I also can't keep my hands by myself, so I put one on his chest. I run it down his body as if I need to proof that he's unharmed and beside me. Before I reach his lower areas, he stops my hand. "This is not a good idea", he says. "We can't do it here".

"I know. I just want to feel you", I try to excuse myself. We remain silent for some minutes and no one of us dare to move.

Suddenly, he turns on his side and puts his hand into my panties. I am not sure if I should stop him or just let it happen. I decide for the last one. He caresses my vulva and slowly puts my labia apart. He rubs his fingers up and down my clit to turn me on. "Vova ... ", I moan.

He takes my hand and puts it back where I wanted it to put some minutes ago. He gives me a sign to put it into his shorts. I follow him and get aware of the erection that has built up in the meantime. I grab his penis with my fingers and start to stroke it. Meanwhile, Volodymyr continues his work between my legs. I observe myself being torn between my own pleasure and saving his.

"I'm sorry", I say and pull my hand out of his shorts. "It does not function like that. I can't concentrate on two things". "It's okay", he says. "It's your turn right now". He suddenly pulls my panties down and slips down the bed. He sets my legs up and spread them. Then he places his head between my legs. I feel his warm tongue licking over my clit. It throws me right into heaven. He teases my most sensitive point and takes two fingers for more help. He slides them into me and continues licking. I am getting wetter and wetter because he finger-fucks me.

"You taste so good, baby", he tells me. "Should I go faster?" "Yes, please", I beg him. He increases his pace and finally finds the perfect harmony of his finger and tongue work. I gasp for air as he puts one hand under my bottom to lift me up higher. His fingers slide inside me so deep now. His tongue teases the top of my clit and I run my hands through his hair. I press his head against my pussy to increase the pressure. I feel an intense orgasm building up. "Oh Vova, don't stop, I'm nearly there", I whisper. When he slides a third finger inside me and sucks my clit, my orgasm hits me very hard. I start shaking, but he doesn't stop licking. "I'm dying - if you go on", I stutter. But he lets me feel my orgasm until the very end. He props himself up my knees and makes his way up to me. "This is, what a perfect orgasm feels like", he whispers. "But don't mind, I will give you more of them".