Lost Little Red.

13

The walk through the house was unreal. This place certainly put the one in the states to shame. There were large paintings lining the walls that looked like they dated back for ages. I spun around as I walked down the long hall behind Vitaly.

I was in total awe of everything that I ran straight into Vitaly's back.

"Whoa Little Red, what are you doing back there?"

"Vitaly this place is stunning."

He stopped and took a quick look around with me. Almost like he was just noticing it's beauty for the first time.

"Yeah....it is something isn't it? I grew up here, spent most of my life inside these walls and never took time to take it all in."

My heart broke a little in that moment. I really don't think any of them truly had a childhood where they were allowed to just be kids. I took his hand in mine and continued to walked down the remainder of the never ending hallway.

We stopped at a pair of large double doors. A pair of grizzly bear carvings on each door. Vitaly turned the knob and pushed them open to reveal what a room I never knew I wanted until right now.

All of the furniture looked like it was made straight from the trees out front. All beautifully handcrafted and raw. The fireplace was already lit giving the room a welcomed warmth and the smells of burning logs. A large bearskin rug with oversized pillows laying on the ground in front of it.

Everything here was so different compared to Vitaly's home back in the states. I carefully walked into the room and sat down on the king sized bed facing the fireplace.

"You haven't said much, I'm not sure if you like it or hate it right now."

"Vitaly...this-this is breathtaking. I've never seen something so natural and beautiful."

For the first time since I've known him I watched the light pink blush spread across his cheeks. I smiled brightly and pat the spot next to me for him to sit.

"Where did they even find this furniture?"

"I made it."

I stared at him for a solid five minutes before I could say anything. I'd never seen him out working with his hands. Almost always in an expensive suit. He certainly had the body for it but I just couldn't see it.

"You? Really you did all this?"

He smiled and nodded his head looking around at his masterpieces. "Yeah when I was a teenager actually, Nikolai helped but really he just hit his fingers with the hammer. My parents often made us do hard work. Ivan helped most, he chopped the trees and helped me sand them down."

I took this opportunity to stand and push him back into the bed so I could straddle his lap. Taking both his cheeks in my hands I pulled his face to mine for a hard kiss.

His lips felt velvety soft as usual and I sighed before he pulled away. "What was that for?"

"I'm just so proud of you. Of the man you were, of the man you've become."

This time it was him pulling me into a kiss. One so passionate I forget where we were. I could feel his hands wandering up my back and tugging my shit up along with it. I pulled back enough to toss it off and bring him back to my lips.

I was so hungry for him, fucking starved for the last two years without him. I need him and I needed this. I helped him out of his clothes and removed the rest of mine making him chuckle for a moment.

"What's the rush Little Red? We've got all night."

We had moved to the middle of the bed and I took the moment to sink myself fully onto him. I felt my chest swell with pride when he let out a deep groan.