WARNING: There will be Sexual Interactions presented in this chapter!
Kityana sits with her boys and waits until a lull takes over the conversation. It's Eddie who notices how quiet she is- well, all four boys notice! Eddie's just the first to mention it. "Drago, you're being extra quiet today."
She shifts to sit straighter on the rock she was beside Stan on. "I experienced my first Thanksgiving- Uncle Demitri's too. Neither of us have ever had one and he has been here a few years now."
"Th-that's good! What did you think?" Asks Bill, smiling at her.
"It was... a shared familial meal. Very nice, but those were common for my family. It was always important we keep tightly unified." She dismisses. "The food was... interesting but good. Why is cranberry served like a jelly roll?"
"Comes in a can." Shrugs Richie.
"Ew." Stan grimaces. "We don't really celebrate Thanksgiving, but we do have a more formal dinner, and my mom makes a good sauce of cranberries. Canned cranberry whatever-the-hell-that-shit-is, is gross. Tastes like tin."
"Does not!" Huffs Richie.
"It does." Nods Kityana. "Very strange." She sighs. "Uncle Demitri was invited to celebrate with a customer and his family. They told him to bring his family, which is just me here in America. So we went."
"Why do I feel like we're not gonna like this story?" Eddie murmurs.
"This customer is General Marcus Criss." She pauses, locking eyes with each as the name settles rocky. "Vic's father."
"You had Thanksgiving with Victor Criss!?!" Shouts Richie, leaping to his feet.
"Yes." She stops herself there.
"Wh-what else?" Presses Bill, cautious and concerned. "He d-didn't hurt you, d-did he?"
"No." She waves one hand. "Nothing like that. Just the opposite actually. He explained himself and his feelings to me and asked that I just give him anything I was willing to. A hello, a word, a touch. Anything." She pauses and shakes her head. "I have agreed to secretly date him, but I cannot keep that from you guys. If this disappoints you, I apologize. He was incredibly sincere and I enjoy sincerity."
They are quiet a moment before Richie scoffs. "You can do SO much better than anyone from the God damned Bowers Gang, Kityana!"
"He seems to enjoy submitting to me."
"Sub... Submitting?"
"I control the relationship."
"Like... sexually?"
"He refuses to touch areas of me deemed inappropriate without having asked my permission."
"Oh." Eddie hums, letting it slowly make sense to him, like the others.
"So you'll be okay with him alone." Stan nods slowly, showing what concerns him most about it.
"Yes." Responds the blonde of the group.
Stan inhales, nodding more fully. "Good. If you want to be in that relationship and are treated well and made happy by it, I'm happy for you."
"Thank you. I appreciate that." The two share a smile with one another.
"Agreed!" Bill calls.
Eddie nods. "Yeah. It's your body and relationship or whatever."
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The Russian Girl
Fanfiction*COMPLETED* | Victor Criss x Original Female Character | Sometimes, a single person can change the entire world of a handful of people. | *MATURE SITUATIONS* | Roughly 3,000 words per chapter.
