Enjoy this latevalentines special where the two lovebirds enjoy a day of romance together!! <3
Stalin's POV:
I have the best day planned! 😼
Lenin is going to be swept off of his feet.
I have made a full blown schedule for today.
Aw shucks, this twink drives me insane.
But I love him for it.
Oh that's another thing, today is going to be the day I tell Lenin I love him.
I have never been more nervous, but he has to know my true feelings.
The first thing I have planned, is a picnic in the park.
We'll eat yummy snacks and cloud watch, it'll be perfect.
Then we'll have a candlelit dinner.
Next, we'll head to the pub and throw darts at tsars' faces.
We'll have a couple of glasses of vodka, get pissed.
Then we'll go out clubbing.
The best end to a perfectly romantic day.
I can't wait to see him and spend the whole day with him.
Today is the day of love, and I'm proud to say, I'm more in love than ever before.
Lenin's POV:
Stalin is picking me up at 11:30.
So I'm rushing to get ready at the moment, and I can't decide on an outfit to wear.
My checkered flannel? No.
My suit? No, too formal, too masculine. Not very me.
I settle on my Hawaiian flowered shirt and some pink trousers.
Looking snazzy Lenin.
I wink at myself in the mirror, making a finger-gun gesture.
"You...are a specimen I say to myself."
I have to hype myself up like this because otherwise i spend too long overthinking why such a hot and sexy hunk like Stalin would find me attractive.
It's 11:25 when I hear a knock at the door.
He must be early.
I grab my tote bag with a red flag on it and rush downstairs.
When I open the door, Stalin's lips instantly crash onto mine.
His tongue takes me by surprise as it slides in between my lips.
I pull away from his firm grasp, his hands tight around my waist.
"Woahhh, what was that for?" I chuckle, cupping his face. His facial hair tickling my fingers.
"Just wanted to," Stalin smirks, "after all...it is Valentine's Day." He gives me a suggestive look.
"Well, better save some for later." I wink at him and we get going.
Stalin tells me we're walking to the park and that's when I notice the picnic basket in his hand.
This guy is fucking incredible.
Once we get to the park, we lay down a blanket and lay side by side, staring up at the blue sky, dotted with clouds.
Stalin holds my hand as we gaze upwards.
"Doesn't that cloud look like a bottle of vodka?" He points out.
"Yes! I see it," I reply. "Oh doesn't that kind of look like a hammer?"
"Yeahhh! Omg we're so good at this aren't we?" He turns to look at me, his mouth curves into a smirk.
He gives me a peck on the lips and then we sit up and enjoy our delicious food.
Later on that day, in the evening, Stalin takes me out to dinner at one of St Petersburg's most fancy restaurants.
We spend the whole dinner giggling, gazing into each other's eyes, playing footsies under the table.
I listen to him talk about everything his passionate about and watch him with adoration.
He's listens to me when I yap about communism.
Then he tells me where we're going next...
Stalin's POV:
We leave the restaurant, hand-in-hand, and head to the pub.
I order us a vodka lemonade to start off with, but soon we're 5 shots in, and we're both getting more smashed by the second.
We head to the gay club next door and they're playing some classic Russian folk bangers.
I watch Lenin down shot after shot, and god, it's so hot.
We dance together throughout the night, and we get as close as possible, without caring if anyone's looking.
Because I love this guy, and I not afraid to show it.
I don't care what the politburo think anymore.
I don't care what Pravda would have to say about this.
I'm proud of loving him, and I have to tell him.
I decide my best moment to bring it up is when we're smoking the devils lettuce in a random field.
"You had a good time today baby?"
"It was AMAZING!!" Lenin giggles, resting his head on my shoulder.
I chuckle at his enthusiasm, then I clear my throat. Sobering up for a second.
"Hey, I have something to tell you."
Lenin sits up straight, looking me in the eyes. He knows I'm being serious now.
"Ok, you can tell me anything."
God, he's so sweet.
"Here goes nothing...I love you."
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