Hey, Comrade

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5 months later 

(Because it has been so long since I wrote this I have no idea what is happening anymore. I am literally a 20 year old continuing a fan fiction because I feel bad?)

My boyfriend is being very playful this morning. And I would love to kick him in the face before shutting my eyes and drifting off back to sleep. He has already proven that he still remains gorgeous even with a broken nose once before, and testing the theory again right now sounds pretty good.

It is too fucking early to be awake, and I'm not having it. Whatever old white person invented the rule to arrive hours before your flight was insane. A bit of running never hurt anybody.

And it's also a private jet. We do not need to continue the tradition today.

"Come on!" Dimitri laughs as he grabs my legs and tries to haul me out of the bed. I'm clinging desperately onto the edge of the mattress. 

"No," My voice is gravelly and tired. His hands slip further down my legs after I thrash them a little to deliver my message. Next time I'm going to sew myself into this mattress. "Go to Switzerland without me."

"I do not want to spend my holiday hanging out alone with Christian and Lissa a month before their wedding Roza." He says in a mildly aspirated tone. Good it means I'm getting to him. I'll pull his playful mood down to my shitty one and we can both agree stay in bed. "And besides, I'm not sure how Lissa would feel after all the hard work she put in to make this work."

Stupid rational boyfriends being right. 

We have to be at the airstrip my half five to go on a lovely Christmas Vacation away from the Royal Court. I can see Christian and I now, sipping hot chocolate together snuggled by the fire, while Dimitri and Lissa make snow angels outside. It sounds dreamy.

"I don't care" I mumble grumpily, feeling my resolve kick in. I would never make Lissa feel as though she forced me into anything. And I really have been looking forward to this for months, especially after knowing we weren't going to make it home to Russia over Christmas. I'm truly grateful for her fighting to get Dimitri and I onboard as her friends, not as guardians. This will be our first day off since we went to Russia months ago while I was injured. 

Dimitri lets my legs go and walks into the bathroom. I hear the water turn on before he returns to  carry me into the shower, but I'm already sitting up on the edge of the bed rubbing the sleep from my eyes. He smiles down at me and holds out his hands to tug me to my feet. 

"Come on, if you get ready in time, I'll let you cut my hair."

Now that is an interesting development. I've been trying to convince him to let me do this for months. My eyes become wide open and I motion for him to walk back into the bathroom. "Tonight?"

"Yes."

The shower has steamed up the bathroom and I begin to strip off my pyjamas, before flinching away from the heat of the water. Dimitri leans in to adjust the temperature while I shake my hand next to me dramatically to cool off the pain. 

Once we are both in the shower, I thread his hair into my fingers with my first smile of the day. "Can I cut it blindfolded? That would be very fun." 

Dimitri gives me an expressionless look that tells me he would rather I cut off his finger and I grin cheekily. 

"My Roza is officially awake." 

*

The flight lasts nearly eight hours, in which everyone besides the first crew of guardians sleep the entire way. I stay alert in the departure, before remembering I'm not here to work. There are three different rotations of six guardians on this plane for Lissa's safety, two of which can do their job somewhat better than I can.