You had found a hotel for you and Katyusha to stay inand had actually lucked out quiet well. The hotel had 'apartmentpricing' that if you stayed for a month or longer they'd charge less,about what you'd pay at a apartment, maybe a little more. It wasstill easily afforded with your salary, and you had saved up plenty.The apartment had a single bedroom, a kitchenette, a little table forthe two of you to eat, and a living room like space that doubled upwith the small table. It was certainly smaller then what you wereused to living in such a big house your entire life but honestly youwere more then happy to live here, that house was lonely and alreadythis place felt more like a home.
Still you felt bad, bad that your parents had treatedher like that. You wanted to introduce her to your family, no matterhow small, and be an open loving family. Katyusha was your family,but you had hoped that you could offer her more then just yourself.
Katyusha saw this, however just because she saw howmelancholy you were didn't meant that she knew why you were. Shethought that you felt bad and rejected by your parents and felthorrible. If only she had said she was a friend, or a guest until yougot there to figure out what she should do. Of course gay coupleswere allowed in her country, but only in the privacy of a home orhotel, like her brother Ivan there were no anti-discrimination laws.
Katyusha looked around trying her best to findsomething, anything, to cheer you up. She smiled as she got an ideaand began gathering ingredients and make sure that there waseverything needed. Going over she smiled and leaned down to kiss yourforehead.
"Name, I'm craving some of your famous (favoritedessert), would you maybe make some?" She asked giving you the cutepuppy dog eyes and you giggled nodding.
"Of course love," you went to the kitchenette andsaw that everything was already pulled out and you couldn't help butgiggle at her already checking, "thank you Katyusha kitten~" youcooed pulling on your apron-a little thing that you hadn't grabbedbut she had and claimed that you looked too cute in it to leave itbehind.
You started measuring things out and getting things intothe bowl. While you were mixing the ingredients you froze as you felther hugging you from behind, her hands grasped your breasts. Youblushed darkly, Katyusha wasn't planning on this but you looked fartoo beautiful, and she just had to touch her lovely dear.
You gave a little moan, your head falling back againsther shoulder. "You know Name, I really do want some (favoritedessert). Don't stop or I'll need to stop." She giggled causing youto moan, she rarely got all dominant like this but damn you loved itwhen she was.
You were mixing and moaning as she touched you the waythat made you feel like you were going to fall if her arms weren'tsupporting your fluffy form. You blushed as you wondered how'd itfeel if there was nothing between you and her hands. Right now your(shirt/dress top) and bra were separating her hands and your flesh.
You wondered if you'd wear something a little easier forher to get at them. Maybe if you wore that one thong you have and anapron. You were still shy and a little bit self-conscious about yourbody but you think if you did you'd do the whole cooking in only aapron and nothing else, but you'd not be able to do it completelynude but maybe in a pair of panties and maybe a thong might besomething to wear. Of course you were still so shy you doubted you'ddo it but you might try it and then immediately cover up.
Ihope you guys like this, the last part is a little thing between meand my fiancee. I love you dear.
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FanfictionThis story revolves around you and a half remembered wish to meet your favorite character, Ukraine and the journey and love that resulted from it.