Julian x Apprentice

Chapter 4

Once in the room, with your jackets hung safely on the door, you  took in the scene in front of you. Julian had fallen, face first, onto  one of the beds. Boots on and all. Your face twisted a bit, he knew you  hated shoes on the bed. You quickly shed your outer clothes and shoes, deciding to sleep in your undershirt and baggy pants. Walking over, you pushed him right side up and  started pulling on one of his shoes. Damn these knee highs, you knew  they looked great on him but they were so impractical!  Finally tugging the first free, he stirred a bit from the commotion,  chuckling slightly at your struggles.

" My lyubimaya, always taking care of me..."

Once  you had worked the second one off, you moved to get up. Hearing him  whine a bit, you turned to see what had bothered him. He reached his  hands out to you, beckoning to lay down with him.

"Please, lyubimaya, humor me tonight. Krasavitsa,  come lay with me." Julian had never looked so needy. Reaching out to  you with a pleading look in his eyes. You decided to acquiesce, you  couldn't bear the look of want on his face. Instead of walking away, you  scooted closer to him. Tucking your head in his neck, you cuddled up to  him. Luckily the beds were big enough so you weren't too cramped, and  you might have been able to fall asleep in his arms. Until he started  squirming. He was struggling to pull his gloves off, muttering under his breath.

"Blyad', nahui eti perchatki...--" You had no idea what he was saying, but it didn't sound very nice. Reaching up, you helped slide his gloves off to free his hands. He moved to fumble the buttons on his overcoat, clearly uncomfortable in his restrictive clothes. You propped yourself up on your elbows, undoing the buttons on his coat for him. It took a few minutes, the drink sloshing around your brain made your fine motor skills not-so-fine. Halfway down, he started giggling at your struggle. You lost your composure, thinking how silly you must look concentrating on undoing a few simple buttons. You pressed your forehead into his chest, losing yourself and laughing with him. You helped him sit up, pulling the overcoat off. He ran his fingers through your hair, smoothing it out of your face.

"Look at you, lyubimaya, you should undress me more often," he grinned at you, something else clearly running through his mind.

"Don't get any ideas, this was just so you'd stop squirming so much! I want to get some sleep, now lay back down," You looked away, unable to meet his suggestive eyes. Something changed in his demeanor, and he obeyed almost immediately.

"Don't tell me you haven't thought about me like that, lyubimaya, I heard you that night," he teased.

Your mind suddenly jumped back to the instance he spoke of. Blushing hard, you pushed him away. You had hoped he was asleep that night, though clearly the man was more restless than you thought. The lab wasn't big, by any means, the walls paper thin. Having woken from a particularly suggestive dream about the doctor, you found yourself tossing and turning, aching for some kind of relief. That night, you hissed his name while tangled in the sheets of your bed.

Speechless, your mouth gaped open. How could you deny him? It was just once, but he had you backed into a corner. He knew you wouldn't lie to him, especially not after how the night had been going. No, tonight was a night for truths.

"Tell me what you want, lyubimaya. Name it, and it will be yours tonight. You need only ask."