"What colour of panties are you wearing?"
"Excuse me?" She countered
"I won't repeat the question again"
"Red. They're red" she swallowed
"Reach below your gown. Pull it. And hand it over to me"
"Why would you want it? It's just a piece of material...
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Raven went back upstairs. It was already 10pm, and time for her to go to sleep.
After sending Mistress Rita off, she had stayed a while in Charlotte's room to talk with her, before coming back upstairs to her own bedroom, which is why the time had run out so late.
Few minutes after she flopped on the bed, her phone began to ring.
With a sleepy eye, and unconscious movements, she slowly picked up the call, and brought up the receiver to her ear.
When few seconds had passed, and whoever was on the line hadn't said a word, her impatience to go to sleep, made her begin the conversation herself instead.
"Hello? Please who's this?"
"moy malysh, kak ya skuchal po tebe, i zvuk tvoyego golosa" Oh my little one, how I've missed you, and the sound of your voice.
"YA beschislennoye kolichestvo raz skhodil s uma, moye telo bolelo, ya iskrenne toskoval po gibkomu telu zhenshchiny, bez kotorogo, kazhetsya, ne mozhet oboytis'." I've gone out of my mind countlessly, my body aching, yearning earnestly for the supple body of the woman it can't seem to do without
Raven instantly sat upright, her breath hitching, all traces of sleep gone from her eyes. She knew that voice anywhere, any day, apparently even in her sleep now. Plus, it was not everyday someone gave you a call and started speaking outright Russian to you, when you didn't even understand the language.
"Mikhail?" she asked, wanting to be insanely sure
"Da, Moya kroshka. It's is I. YA skuchal po tebe bez razuma—"
"English, please, Mik. Let's have a conversation in English. I don't understand Russian remember? I want more than anything, to be able to always understand the words you say to me, and keep them close to my heart" she replied truthfully.
"I've missed you" He finally said, in a language she could understand.
"Have you Mikhail? Have you really? There are three sixty five days in an accurate year and in just two weeks, I've given you more than four hundred and sixty seven messages! You see? I've done over a year's work in just two weeks, for you, and like the filth on your feet, you've shown that much attention to me. I had to guess your love, heck, guess my love for you as well... Guess my best friend, guess everything in my life!Damn you Mikhail! Damn you! But yes, I miss you too" she finally conceded
"Wow. Your outburst is conflicitng. I don't know if I should feel glad, or want to punish you"
"I don't know, you tell me. The first option is really none of my business, while the second one, you've lost the right to do" Raven rolled her eyes, enunciating each word
"I've lost the right to do? Ty vyshel iz-pod kontrolya s tekh por, kak ya ushel. Mozhet, mne stoit otshlepat' tebya, chtoby yeshche raz pokazat' tebe, kto glavnyy—"
"English! Mikhail. English remember? If we're going to have a decent conversation for the first time in two fucking weeks, then you're going to have to speak to me in a language that I can at least understand"
"A decent conversation Moya kroshka? You're shredding me over the phone, and you call this a decent conversation? I so badly want to spank you senseless, till you truly remember who you're talking to...and scream out my name—"
"Well you certainly can't do that now, can you? Running miles and miles away, just to get away from me? Tell me, am I that repulsive to you? Anyways, even if you were here, you've lost the right to do that as well. There would be no spanking, no screaming, nothing!" Raven spat out angrily
But half of her anger dissipated into confusion, when she heard him chuckling, from the other end of the phone.
Her goal was to get him to feel just as sad and angry as he'd made her feel. Well it sure as hell wasn't working. He didn't take the words she'd said to him seriously.
"I've lost the right? You act like it was your choice to give it in the first place." he paused, "Nor is it your choice to take it back away, at any time you want." he informed, from the other end of the call
"I have to speak Russian to you, because I can't help it. You elicit the strongest of emotions from me, and I lack the English words to describe or communicate them to you"
"Mikhail, my body, yes? Then it's my body, my heart, my decisions, my feelings, and my fucking peace of mind! And you've messed with all that. I reserve the right to put a stop to it, at any point, when it gets too much. You left, Mikhail. You did! When you knew I didn't want you to. You were too big, too busy to call. Heck, too busy to reply a call that had been made to you already, from someone else who deeply cared about you. Someone who was worried—"
"The body... It's not yours. You got that part wrong." he interrupted quietly
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A/N: New chapter up! Happy new week. May your week be every bit as fruitful as I intend mine to be. If you enjoyed today's chapter, don't forget to Vote. Drop a comment or two Follow me.
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P. S: Everyone wanted a Mikhail scene. I hope I was able to make you happy with these. Mikhail's scene is going to be continuing in the next chapter as well, so keep your thumbs glued, and see you there.
