If You Don't (Fyodor X OC)

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"𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎"

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Spending three weeks in a hospital bed should've been the break I needed. Fyodor was alive and well, but I couldn't say the same for myself. Alive? Yes. Well? Debatable.

That was the most bothersome part. Fyodor being his lively self while I was stuck here recovering. He made sure to visit me every single day, but when he left after visiting hours I was left beside myself. It was cold, lonely, and boring. So damn boring.

I was relieved when the nurses told me I could leave today. I was honestly baffled that they even treated my injuries with the way I handled everything upon my arrival. It seems that they were no strangers to grieving people though, and they easily forgave me for my embarrassing first impression.

I sat there on the foot of my hospital bed, covered only by the thin gown. They offered me my clothes back, but I couldn't even look at them. Fyodor's blood had stained nearly every inch of them, and that wasn't something I wanted to be reminded of. I wanted to leave it behind us, along with my misery.

My head perked up as I heard the door handle rattle, and somebody entered. The anticipation nearly killed me, but it was quickly rewarded.

"Fedya!" He stumbled back a bit as I launched myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck with my legs around his waist.

"Anastasia, you are still recovering. Please be more careful," Fyodor mumbled into my neck as he held me up. He pulled my gown around me, making sure my back end wasn't exposed to the elements.

I pulled my head back to plant an adoring kiss on his soft lips. He greeted me with similar sentiment. His hands held my thighs and he didn't even seem strained as he held my weight. He may be thin, but he was not weak by any standards.

"Careful, Malysh. Your hospital room is not the place for the urges you are enticing," he mumbled against my lips.

I felt my cheeks flush as I pulled away, tangling my fingers in his hair. He offered me a warm smile, and I melted at its sight. It's a good thing he was holding me, or my knees would surely have gone weak.

"Sorry," I said as I sucked in my bottom lip, holding it between my teeth.

He gracefully stepped forward, laying me down on my hospital bed with great care. He hovered above me, his hair flowing down. It was much longer than it used to be, now coming down a few inches past his shoulders. "Do not apologize for such things. I adore your eager greetings. I simply just did not wish to get.. aroused.. in such a place as this," he trailed off at the last part, averting his gaze a bit.

I chuckled lightly at his uncommon display of bashfulness. "Not an exhibitionist?" I teased, toying with his loose raven strands as they tickled my face.

Fyodor sighed, closing his eyes. I could see a small smile on his lips, and I knew he was trying to keep his composure at my comment. "I am not fond of sharing what belongs to me," he mused.

I raised a brow. "No? You had no problems sharing your belongings with me, even when I was your enemy"

He shook his head. "That is much different, Malaya. You know it is," he purred, leaning down to trail his lips against my neck.

I shivered at his touch. His tantalizing breathe on my skin sent my nerves leaping into action, ready for far more than they should've been.

"I see you're ready to go home," one of my nurses teased as she tapped on the wall, making her presence known.