Reality Bites - Wattys 2018 Shortlist

Chapter 85 - Sweet Loving Things

Bounding down the stairs an hour later, I was in a great mood. Dimitri had been so playful – and I loved it when he was cheeky and mischievous!

I must admit I was still a little shocked by my Russian God's final underwear selections, but I was willing to give each a go. Not that last one tonight, though. I had a feeling I'd need to save that little morsel for when we were alone. As in no one within a five-mile radius alone. I can't imagine Dimitri being able to control his excitement in any way when I wore that! And don't even start me on the flogger! I giggled just at the thought of it.

"What are you laughing about milaya?" his deep rich voice asked me.

"Just you, Comrade. I can't believe you had the nerve to choose that outfit! How did you even get the courage to hand it to the shop assistant?"

"I kind of threw the whole bunch of things at her and ran," he chuckled. "Honestly I'm not even sure if that last one is something either of us will like – but I was curious and thought it could be interesting to try? It looked very, um, different..." he explained. "And if not, you can always work it into your next prank somehow."

"You're such a pervert" I teased.

"Who's a pervert?" Adrian asked as we stepped into the living room downstairs.

"Belikov," I told him, walking to the fridge to get myself a juice.

"Why's my cousin a pervert?" Adrian asked, his curiosity piqued.

I turned to smile at the look of absolute panic on Dimitri's face.

"That's for me to know and you to wonder about, Adrian," I quipped, reaching up to give my grateful boyfriend a quick kiss before slapping him on the ass.

Baba was sitting at the dining table. "So did you and your mother nearly bankrupt me at Madam Zsar Zsar's?"

"I'm not sure about Mom, but I sure did. I think I have enough underwear to now go over a month without having to do laundry."

"Probably just as well given how much you enjoy doing it, Roza," Dimitri muttered.

"It's only because I know how good you are at it, baby," I purred seductively. Dimitri rolled his eyes.

"So where are we off to tonight?" I asked Baba. "And please tell me it's not somewhere filled with more stuck up Royal Moroi" I whined.

"No. Quite the opposite, tonight. I thought we'd go to a Dhampir steakhouse."

"That sounds awesome Baba! I'm still hungry from lunch. Moroi serves are always way too small" I grumbled.

"For heaven's sake feed the woman," Dimitri joked. "I refuse to be held responsible if she doesn't get enough to eat!"

"Lissa and Janine are just getting ready now. Adrian? Would you like a feeder before we leave? I'm just about to order Lissa and I one now."

"Yes thanks, Abe."

Pavel and Suzanne were taking the opportunity for a rare night off together, so it was Baba, Mom, Dimitri, Lissa, Adrian, and I for dinner tonight. We were going to a well-known steakhouse near the edge of Court. According to Baba, the serves were huge, the atmosphere raucous, and the alcohol plentiful. Sounds like the makings of a good night, I thought!

Baba, Lissa, and Adrian fed while Dimitri and I sat making out on the lounge and Mom read a magazine. I could see the Moroi had just about finished feeding when I excused myself and raced upstairs for a moment to change. Well, not my outfit. Just my underwear! Coming back downstairs I could see my Russian God was trying to work out which of his selections I'd changed into, but my buttoned-up fitted jacket and jeans gave nothing away.