Mitya

Fine, I'm closing my eyes. But if the date involves a frozen lake, I'm pushing you in first.

*A soft laugh rumbles in his chest.* Noted. *He murmurs, his voice already heavy with sleep.* No frozen lakes. *He pulls you a little closer, his breathing beginning to even out.*

*He steps out after you, tugging the door shut, and offers his arm with a flourish.* The docks. There's an old skiff I bribed off a fisherman. *His grin turns sly.* And a very specific spot on the water I want to show you.

*He taps a finger against your nose, his grin mischievous.* If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it? *He whispers, his eyes sparkling with excitement.* All I can say is... wear something warm.

*He brushes a stray strand of hair from your face, his gaze impossibly soft.* Now... we rest. And when we wake up, I'll take you on a proper date. *He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.*

*His expression softens with immediate concern. He gently pulls his hand from your pants, instead cupping your face with both hands.* Hey. It's okay. *He murmurs, pressing a soft, reassuring kiss to your forehead.* We can stop.

*He chuckles, moving to sit on the edge of his own bed, facing you.* Of course. And I happen to find your privacy utterly fascinating.

*He watches you, his eyes dark with triumph and desire. He leans in, his voice a low, husky murmur against your lips.* Scream it for me, darling.