Love in Politics ( PoohPavel)

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"What is this? Why am I here?"

Pooh took a step closer, a smirk playing on his lips. "Welcome to my home, Pavel. I see you found the portrait. Do you like it?"

Pavel's eyes darted back to the painting, then to Pooh. "Why do you have this?" he demanded, his voice shaky. "What do you want from me?"

As Pavel tried to process everything, Pooh suddenly lifted his chin and placed a kiss on his lips. Pavel's eyes widened in shock, his body freezing in place. Pooh chuckled softly, clearly amused by Pavel's stunned reaction.

"I've always fancied you, Pavel," Pooh said, his voice low and intimate. "That's why I drew this portrait myself."

Pavel glanced back at the portrait, then looked at Pooh, his mind racing. "Y-you drew me?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Pooh nodded, his gaze never leaving Pavel's face. "Every detail," he said, his voice filled with pride and affection. "I wanted to capture your beauty perfectly."

Pavel gulped, feeling a strange mix of emotions as he slowly met Pooh's eyes. There was something mesmerizing about Pooh's intense gaze, something that made it hard for Pavel to look away.

Without warning, Pooh leaned in closer, his hand still gently holding Pavel's chin. He pulled Pavel into a passionate kiss, his lips warm and insistent against Pavel's. Pavel's initial shock slowly gave way to a rush of sensations he couldn't quite understand. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt an inexplicable pull toward Pooh.

Pooh's hands moved to Pavel's waist, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. Pavel's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but his body seemed to respond instinctively, his hands finding their way to Pooh's shoulders.

Breaking the kiss, Pooh looked into Pavel's eyes, a satisfied smirk on his lips. "You're even more beautiful up close," he murmured.

Pavel was breathless, his mind struggling to keep up with the rapid turn of events. "Pooh, this... this is too much," he managed to say, his voice shaking slightly.

Pooh's expression softened, though his eyes still held that intense, captivating look. "I know it's a lot to take in," he said gently. "But I wanted you to know how I feel. I've admired you for so long, and I couldn't keep it to myself anymore."

Pavel took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. "This is crazy," he admitted, his voice barely audible.

"I understand," Pooh said, his tone reassuring. "Take your time, Pavel. I'm not going anywhere. Just know that you're safe here, and you have all the time you need to figure things out."

Pavel nodded slowly, still feeling a mix of confusion and curiosity. As he looked into Pooh's eyes, he couldn't deny the magnetic pull he felt, even if he didn't fully understand it yet.