His Lisichka [MXM]

50 - Epilogue 1

Some time ago.

"Are you sure about this?" Oliver asked, eyeing himself in the mirror while Ivan stood behind him, arms firmly wrapped around his waist.

Ivan had been extra clingy since the argument that shall not be named—a direct order from the Russian himself. Insufferably possessive at times, but Oliver couldn't deny he loved it. He lived for it.

"I look old," Oliver sighed, brushing his fingers through the silver strands creeping into his hair.

"Nyet," Ivan replied, his voice low and firm. "You look absolutely ravishing. In fact... bend over."

"What? No!" Oliver protested, though his lips twitched with amusement. "We're going to be late for Emily's graduation!"

Ivan's hands tightened slightly on Oliver's waist, his grip both grounding and teasing. "Lisichka, strip," he growled, his tone dark and commanding.

"Ivan—"

"We have 40 minutes, and I can get us there in eight," Ivan interrupted, his green eyes gleaming with intent

"Now, strip."

Oliver groaned, leaning his head back against Ivan's shoulder. "This is because of that stupid bet, isn't it?"

"You lost," Ivan reminded him, smirking against his neck.

"And I intend to collect."

"That bet has been nothing but trouble," Oliver muttered, recalling just how much trouble—Ivan's office, his own office, Ivan's car, his car...

Ivan turned Oliver around to face him, cupping his jaw with a gentle but firm grip. "I love the salt-and-pepper look, Doctor. And I plan to show you just how much I love it."

Oliver sighed, though the unmistakable heat pooling in his abdomen betrayed him. "You're impossible," he said, already unbuttoning his shirt.

"And you're mine," Ivan countered, leaning in close. "Always mine."

Emily could wait. Or rather, they'd make it on time. Somehow, Ivan always did.

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"Emiliana Olivie Blake!" the announcer called, and the crowd erupted into applause as Emily confidently strode across the stage to accept her diploma.

Trailing behind her, almost comically, was Yosef and his men, their sharp suits and ever-watchful eyes drawing more attention than Emily would have liked.