I sooo loved the fact that she loved me enough to be jealous, protective and possessive of me. It made me feel very good and very loved, cherished and treasured.
The area where people got the measurements done had to be secluded because in order to be measured you had to be in your underwear. It is also where they had the different types, finishes and colors of leather on huge rolls to be chosen from.
We stood there for twenty minutes as my Roza picked out different leathers to make me at least a dozen pair of leather pants. While she picked out the leather I was poked, prodded and measured to within an inch of my life.
I thanked God, that the person who was doing the measuring was a man. Because had it been a woman, when she started measuring my inseam my Roza may very well have ripped her throat out with her new fangs. Or her new nails that have grown in since I awakened her last night.
I hadn't known that would happen since it didn't happen to me. So, we would have to get her nail care products and tons and tons of nail polish. Lots of different shades of red, especially.
Once, while I was being measured, I caught my love watching and staring at me.
"Are you going to stand there and drool all night lyubov' moya?" (my love)
"Maybe, you are so very hot and sexy lyubov' moy." (my love)
"Why thank you dorogoy moya." (my darling)
"Trust me, you are very welcome. And it is I that am thankful, believe you me." She giggled.
"Behave dorogoy moya, we are in public you know." I said out loud so that everyone could hear me tease her. (my darling)
"I just can't help it honey. You are so handsome that it hurts my eyes and heart sometimes."
"Well, thank you dorogoy moya. I feel the same way about you detka." (my darling, baby)
"Thank you, Mitya."
As Roza and I teased each other, those gathered around us, workers and customers alike, laughed and smiled. I guess what they say is really true, 'everyone loves a couple in love.'
When the measuring part was done, and I was able to get redressed finally, much to my Roza's sever disappointment. Roza and I made our way over to the premade section of the shop.
"Mrs. Belikov, if you find anything that you would like for your husband to try on. Just give it to your attendant and he will take everything to the same dressing room for you."
"Thank you so much, Mr. Gregson."
"You are very welcome ma'am. Veniamin will be your personal attendant today."
"Thank you again, Mr. Gregson."
He bowed his head to her and then went about his work.
Roza chose a few pair of pants before handing them to Veniamin.
"Mr. Belikov, you will be in dressing room number four tonight. I will go put the pants in there for you and I will be right back."
"Thank you, Veniamin."
"You are very welcome sir. Would yourself or Mrs. Belikov like a glass of champagne while you shop?"
"Roza, lyubov' moya, would you like a glass of champagne?" (my love)
"That would be lovely, thank you milaya moy." (my dear)
I kissed her hand, "of course milaya moya." (my dearest)
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The Truth Of The Matter (complete)
FanfictionThis is the one shot that someone managed to talk me into turning into a full story. Rose goes to Russia after Dimitri after he becomes a strigoi. But what happens when instead of him being restored he turns her? Do they attack the moroi and dhampi...
