Reality Bites - Wattys 2018 Shortlist

Chapter 25 - On My Knees, Yet Not in Prayer

"God you look good in a suit," I said in appreciation, lying on our bed and watching Dimitri put on his evening jacket.

"And you look good in that, too," he said, eyeing the black lacy panties, matching corselet and thigh-high stockings I was wearing. "I mean I wouldn't have any complaints, but do you think maybe a dress might be in order? Just, you know, we're trying to keep your Mom happy?"

"Yes, I suppose," I teased, walking past him, swinging my hips provocatively, and entering our shared walk-in closet. "I was thinking maybe this one?" I said, pulling out a clingy deep red silk dress I'd chosen with Suzanne on our online shopping mission a few days before. Stepping into it, I turned my back to him. "A hand with the zip, Comrade?" I asked.

Stepping behind me, Dimitri ran a fingertip down my neck and back, over the top of my lacies, ending up resting his fingers at the base of my spine just above my panties.

"Later tonight, this is all mine, yes?"

"All yours," I confirmed sultrily, as he slowly zipped up my dress. Slipping my feet into a pair of matching four-inch heels I had to admit I looked smokin'!

"That's just one more thing I love about you," I said, turning to look at my Russian God. "I love the way I can wear killer heels and still feel feminine next to you. It would suck to date a small dude," I finished, the double meaning of my words not lost on him.

Looking me up and down with admiration, he replied, "Well I'm glad you're satisfied."

"Very," I said with a sinful grin, thinking about this afternoon's pleasurable activities. Deciding Dimitri needed some relaxation after lunch, training and then our fight, I'd taken him straight to our shower. While the warm water ran over us, I'd surprised him by trying something new. His eyes had bulged when I'd knelt down in front of him, but he'd recovered his equilibrium quickly enough. I'd been nervous about trying that, being wholly new to me I wasn't sure if I would do it right. But Dimitri had assured me my technique was spot on, and soon enough I'd had my proof.

Of course, that left me still feeling a little neglected, so after carefully drying me off, Dimitri decided to finish the massage that had previously been so rudely interrupted.

Coming back to the present, a question for Dimitri surfaced.

"I meant to ask you, what the hell did you say in Russian to Abe at lunch today?"

Looking a little guilty, Dimitri replied, "I told your Dad he needed to teach me how to silence an enraged Hathaway woman with just one look."

"And what did he say?!" I replied indignantly.

"He said that it's taken him nearly twenty years to master it with Janine, but that he thought you were not as unreasonable as your Mom, so he predicted I'd have it sorted with you by the time we've been together a decade."

"Is that right?" I replied a little miffed.

"He was teasing, Roza," Dimitri replied looking at me lovingly. "I love your smart little mouth. Particularly when it's wrapped around parts of me," he whispered salaciously into my ear.

"How rude!" I rebuked, smacking his arm lightly. Secretly, though, I was glad he'd enjoyed this afternoon. Now we were together, it was nice to know that despite my inexperience I had some ideas to contribute in that area, too!

"Any idea why the change to formal clothes this evening?"

"None at all," I replied. "I'm just as surprised as you."

Dimitri had just finished massaging me, and we were lying in bed cuddling when an envelope had been slipped under the door to our suite. Inside a card similar to yesterday's read 'Dear Rose and Dimitri. Dinner will be at 8.30 in the smaller dining room. Please wear formal attire, Love Baba'.