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 Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 7:53 pm
Adam
Adam's worries about her willingness to take that next step were allayed when he'd (unintentionally this time) elicited a small laugh from her, one that he sensed was not to trivialize the matter. True, it was probably him reading too far into the possible implications of what they were going to do, but he'd said it mainly to determine if she was truly on the same page as him. Encouraging him to be spontaneous, and professing her love to him with the same weight as "I am alive", sealed the deal.
This time, Katia took the initiative and drew Adam in for another warm kiss. Whether she was aware of it or not, it took every ounce of Adam's willpower to keep his physical arousal in check while around her. To him, the Russian princess was essentially a walking aphrodisiac; her face, her voice, her smell, her touch, her taste... all five of his senses were under Katia's dominion. Telling him to be spontaneous made him want to run his hands over her chest and backside right there, though he barely managed to restrain himself.
But all that paled next to the spiritual, emotional connection they shared. He wasn't simply physical attracted to her... he felt complete as a soul after they'd kissed for the first time. "Aging a year for every day" was just an understatement for exactly how horrible he'd felt this past year. As optimistic he'd made her party that night to be, some nights passed throughout that year which saw him utterly heartsick and despondent, spawning wild, nagging presentiments that it could all be for naught, thereby reducing him to a blubbering, inconsolable mess behind closed doors. As much as he loved her, he did not want her to know the full extent of his pain, and he was afraid she would see him as weak and unmanly for that. She already had one v****a to deal with, after all.
But looking into her eyes now, holding her in his arms, gave him the feeling that such pain was the price of commitment to her. And being with her made it worth every minute. He would gladly endure pain beyond belief if he could be her man forever, her soulmate.
Looking into Katia's blissful, lovestruck face after she pulled her wet lips back from his, he realized that, although he wanted to spend every waking moment of his life in her embrace, they needed to move the situation forward. "For tonight," he said finally, "I'll need to run a quick errand to the store. I want to pick up our dinner from there." Indeed, they needed to do their own shopping soon—tomorrow they'll do it together—but he also wanted to pick up a little something for after dinner...
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 2:03 pm
 Katia Katia nodded, finally gaining ground and getting her feelings in check before realizing what Adam meant. She had questions but she didn't doubt him. "Are you sure you do not wish for me to go?" She said softly, her need for him almost clouding her judgment. She just wanted to spend all of her time with him. Even a trip to the store seemed like it would take too long. Either way she would find ways to pass the time, perhaps she could dance...
The thought forward to the idea of what she had agreed to do and the bond they would have afterwards. She had had many dreams in the past of Adam proposing to her in an extravagant way and she had had multitudes of dreams that were amalgams of everything she would get to do with him. From baking cookies for him to giving him martinis after work in their older ages...she wished to everything and anything for him. Unfortunately that drove most of her friends to tell her she was behaving like a stereotype. She was his 'mail order bride', which was a pathetic concept. The idea of a girl being shipped to a male in a box across seas was barbaric and sick to imagine...
Adam didn't have to order her, she came to him on her own will. If only he realized just how much she wanted to be by his side. "'Vat do you plan to buy? Should I start preparations?"
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 8:47 pm
Adam
"I'll be back shortly," Adam reassured her. "I'll pick up fettuccine noodles with Alfredo sauce—and pick up a little bit of red wine from my mom to cook in it—and I'll get us some cheesecake for dessert. We'll go shopping for groceries together tomorrow. If you start to feel lonely while I'm gone, just remember that you have me all to yourself from now on, Katia. I'll be right back." Adam gave her one more kiss on her lips and grabbed his car keys on his way out the door.
Since Katia returned to America to enroll in Black Rose Academy, this afternoon was only the first chance they'd gotten since that impassioned night where they could truly be in private. As much as it pained him to be apart from her, Katia had assured him that their separation was just as painful for her. Like young lovers should, they couldn't keep their hands off of each other once they were reunited. He knew that this euphoria wouldn't last, however, and he knew that they should both enjoy the honeymoon period while it did; after which time, when the novelty wore off and they settled into a routine, they could apply a one-day-at-a-time philosophy. Relationships took work, and it took the combined efforts of both lovers to make it work. Just like how Adam and Katia stayed in contact and made plans to enroll into Black Rose, they'd need to keep at it indefinitely. It was how his parents and grandparents approached their respective relationships, and the warm, loving atmosphere at home attested to it.
While driving, he had to wonder about what their future would hold. Their single biggest obstacle would be her father Vladimir, and a part of him worried that he could exert enough control over Katia for her to return to Petrograd immediately and forever. Adam didn't pay it much mind, though. He was the kind of person who liked to live in the present moment, and that was what helped his art style flourish. Whenever Vladimir decided to enter the picture, Adam decided it was best to just cross that bridge when they came to it.
At the local supermarket, Adam picked up what they needed, and then quickly skimmed through the pharmacy section to grab a certain item he was certain to use tonight...
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 7:55 am
Katia And just like that, her lovestruck boy was gone. He seemed to be moving at a mile an hour, with his eye's focused on her. His kiss was almost too bittersweet for her to enjoy but once he was gone she smiled. Adam was so good to her, no matter what barrier he had to cross for her was a barrier too weak for his strength. To her he was wondrous...
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While she waited she decided to practice a bit. She slipped on the blue slippers Adam had bought her so long ago and loosened the button on her shorts to give her a freer range of movement. The light in the bedroom shined on her porcelain skin and drew perfect lines across what it could touch of her body. Her silver radio spun away through it's tracks before finding the perfect song. She remembered first hearing this song on her way to America. Her instructor had made sure to give her a very wide range of different pieces to practice too even if she was just freestyling.
As the slow balled hatched and grew, she did the same. "Pirouette, Heel Toe, Spin...Third Angle Turn....Toes!" The hot remembrance of her teacher's calls met with the somber beat of the piano behind her and the graceful footing gave birth to why Katia was so wonderful... The softer section gave way to interpretive movement, her hands lightly cascading across what they could of her body before ascending to the air. Every now and then she would catch a glimpse of one of Adam's paintings and remember that he was with her, especially when she danced. He would always be with her in these moments.
She paused, a light wind brushing the warmed skin on her cheek before a napkin grazed her temple to wipe away any sweat. Perhaps she was just full of too many emotions, this was her way of getting them out of her system... The song ended, it's cascades no longer glistening and finally the icy princess sat on their bed to listen to it's repeat in silence of movement.
"I vonder if Adam would like 'dis song..."
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 2:02 pm
Adam
After picking up the necessary items from the store, Adam's next stop was his parents' house to pick up their half-empty cask of Vietti Barbera D’Asti Tre Vigne wine—since he wasn't 21, he couldn't just walk into the liquor store to get some—to add to the alfredo sauce. His mom Gwen was home, but busy gardening, and his dad Caleb was currently away on a business trip.
In actuality, Adam hadn't yet told his parents the full extent of his and Katia's relationship; they knew that the two had met last year and became friends, and after she'd returned to Russia they kept in contact. He hadn't told them yet because he himself wasn't sure what their future would hold, and he didn't want to tell them until he was certain all variables were accounted for. Ideally, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Katia; no other girl out there even came close. It wasn't just her father that was the problem, but it was also a small, nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he wouldn't measure up to her high princess standards. It was a long way down from having a billionaire father to having a financially precarious boyfriend. What if she wanted something really expensive that he couldn't possibly hope to afford? What if she'd met some handsome, well-endowed rich guy? Would she drop him like a bad habit so she could continue being pampered and physically satisfied her whole life?
He knew those thoughts were just nagging phobias; there was no way in hell that she would go out of her way to come back to him and live together in the same dorm room if she wasn't serious about being with him. Her being here at all meant going against her father, and potentially being denied her inheritance. If she was perfectly content with his lifestyle, plus her wonderful habit of throwing herself into his arms whenever he walked through the door, then there wasn't much cause for concern, was there?
Before he knew it, he'd arrived back home to see his mom potting her tomato plants. "Welcome home honey," she greeted him with a kiss on his cheek.
"Hey mom," he said. "I can't stay long. I'm making alfredo tonight, and I wanted to borrow some wine for the sauce."
"Oh?" she said with a cocked eyebrow. "What's the occasion?"
"I'm hungry, that's the occasion. You know how I love your alfredo, and I wanted to make it myself."
"If you say so. It's in the rack next to the pantry, where it always is—"
"Gotcha!" Adam was already inside the house to fetch it when she finished. When he came out, he rushed back to his car, then said goodbye to her and backed out into the road, heading back to Katia. In his car, he stopped the radio on a soft rock station, where his favorite James Taylor song was playing. The lyrics singing of two young, inseparable lovers seemed to resonate with him more than ever before.
It was almost too much. Tonight would be the best night of their lives so far...
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 9:44 am
Katia She lay in the warmth of their bed, looking to the ceiling and wondering, just wondering. She thought it was time to set up preliminaries. She stood and walked to the kitchen before digging around a few of the boxes she placed on the counter. She lifted out a sauce pan and a larger rimmed pan for the noodles. She poured herself another glass of tea and checked the burners to see if they were already hooked up to gaslines. She was happy to see that they were and then she was left with nothing to do.
She always felt foolish when she had nothing left to do either around the house or for Adam. She adored cleaning and cooking but he seemed adamant on doing the cooking tonight and their room was already spotless. Sure a few things still needed to be put away but it wasn't like she would get all of that done before Adam returned. When she lived with her father she didn't have to do all of these things, she was only told to dance and live happily while dishes and clothes were provided and cleaned for her. Adam could never provide such things but it was because of that that she cherished this relationship. Truth be told Katia was a skittish person, deep down she hated having nothing to do. She enjoyed relaxing but only after getting something done! She hated baseless laziness...
Under her father's dominion she never had to do anything and was forced to focus on dancing only, which drove her to experiment. She had twerked only once and it was awkward. Considering her naturally strong body and assets...she was rather good at it but still. She didn't wish to focus and master every dance in the world! If she focused on it solely then she was sure she would get bored...and have nothing left.
Katia had always had her dancing, but now she had Adam... He would give her reason to stop and savor things, and work hard for more to savor. With the cup in her hand she felt a bit tense but she was proud; a bittersweet feeling. Perhaps Adam will be able to rid her of her energy.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 3:15 pm
Adam
After parking his car in the nearby lot, Adam grabbed the bags of groceries and wine and crossed the campus to return to their dorm room. During the nearly two-minute walk, he wondered again about dinner. He'd insisted on making it himself so Katia wouldn't have to, even though she seemed genuinely happy to do things for him. At first, it seemed bizarre to him that a girl in this day and age would go so far as to tie her happiness with that of her man, as Katia seemed to be doing. This, he had to admit, made him feel very flattered and helped calm some of his fears regarding her true intentions toward their relationship.
But the reason he insisted on both of them splitting housework chores between the two of them, was that he didn't want to be thought of as some chauvinistic male pig who only had a Russian girlfriend around to be his live-in servant... with all that it implied. Criticism of his actions and lifestyle stung the sharpest if it came from another female.
Perhaps he was too much of a people-pleaser for his own good. maybe his choice of career as a painter helped make it so painful, as he was painting for a potential audience and he wanted them to like what he had to offer; otherwise he'd be penniless and forced to live with his parents during his adult life. He'd resolved long ago to try to develop ways to make money outside of painting: stand-up comedy, theater acting, writing... basically, anything that allowed him to flex his creative muscles.
But Katia never seemed to care whether he was penniless or not, she cared for him just the same. She seemed prepared to share in his struggles, despite having come from a very wealthy lifestyle. And at the end of the day, it was all he ever really wanted in a girl, and Katia Romanov gave it to him.
Adam stepped through the door, finding Katia sitting at the dining room table with another cup of tea. "I'm back," he said to her.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 10:27 pm
Katia Katia's eyes bolted quickly to the door as Adam entered. He had all of the stuff he was going to make and she was quick to help him put everything on the table. "Oh 'velcome back love. I trust you trip was comfortable?" She met him with a quick kiss when they put all of the food on the table. "I've prepared everything...are you certain I shouldn't help?" It felt so much like that night they had been together before. The sun was setting making the room so golden and every sense was tingling. If only she had remembered to bring candles, it would have been such a beautiful coincidence.
If anything Adam looked very happy, he looked like a light bug dancing in the movements. He was shining almost too much for her to keep her senses and her own radiant smile was a charming byproduct.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2015 5:14 am
Adam
As he stepped through the door, Adam was greeted in Katia's usual affectionate way, with a quick kiss as he unloaded the items from his arms. No way would he ever get tired of that! "Yes, it was comfortable, he said, "And I love what you did with the kitchen, too. I really appreciate it love. You can help me cook, no problem; it's just that my mom always makes her pasta alfredo a certain way, and I wanted to make it the same way. That's why I got the wine to put in the sauce as it cooks. Think of it as learning to become my mom's successor in the kitchen," he finished with a small chuckle.
"Oh, almost forgot!" Adam rushed to an unopened box containing his laptop, brought it out, and booted it up. "I like hearing some of my music while there's food cooking," he said, selecting the first track of an electronic chillout album. Although he knew that Katia loved classical music, he couldn't be sure she would appreciate melodic electronic music like what he was playing (not that obnoxious, lowest-common-denominator EDM music playing on Top-40 radio stations, that's only meant for teenybopper sluts teenagers who don't know any better). "This is one of my favorite albums, I hope you'll like it."
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 9:43 am
Katia Sometimes Katia was baffled by how Adam subconsciously calmed her nerves on certain subjects she didn't even talk to him about. She felt like she did so much for him and she felt foolish, but here he comes to quickly quell that feeling by offering to do all of the work himself. She had had his cooking before too, it was quite worth the wait. "I von't get in your way." She said with the softest of smiles. She didn't wish to meant that in the lazy or mean way, she just wished to let him have full reign in the kitchen. Should he need her for anything all he had to do was tell her what to do. From the connotation of the name she could assume it was an Italian esque dish. All she knew how to cook was Russian dishes anyway, she would hate to mess up his art.
"I love all kind of music." She nodded, listening along with her love to the music he suggested. It was true that she liked a specific brand but it took a true passion of dance to know that her music would not be the only music. Adam's taste in music was usually all over the place though. She wouldn't mind laying in bed and simply listening to music with him if he wished.
She hurried to fill the noodle pan with hot water while pursuing the lid. She set the water to a medium heat. She would cook the noddles, and leave the rest to him.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 7:20 pm
Adam
Katia was quite the student of the kitchen. Since she had no experience making a non-Russian dish, it fell to Adam to teach her how. For something like pasta alfredo which was just a matter of heating the sauce and boiling the fettuccine noodles, there wasn't much to it at all. She took the pot in which to fill the noodles and filled it with water, and put it on an open burner. It would take probably fifteen minutes for that amount of water to come to a boil, so she searched for the lid. Adam had brought out a deep pan for the sauce; it came in a glass jar, which was where the wine came in. One could also have chicken or shrimp with it, but Adam had neither, and this was primarily to show Katia how to make the basic alfredo dish.
Adam felt relieved to hear her say she loved all kinds of music as she gently swayed back and forth to his chosen playlist. He himself couldn't resist being in motion to it either. "...never known the world to be so beautiful..." he murmured with the song, and hoped Katia would do the same in due time. A crying shame that the artists never made another album after this one, though he had to admit it did sound very 2002-era.
After fetching the colander and putting it in the sink, Adam stood still. "Well, the first thing with cooking anything, obviously, is learning patience," he told the attentive Katia. "The water will take maybe fifteen, twenty minutes to boil, and the noodles about ten after that. In the meantime, it'll also take time for the sauce to heat and bubble in the other pan. Then, I pour enough wine to fill one third of the sauce jar... put the lid back onto it... shake it so I can get what sauce didn't come out, and pour it into the heated sauce. I make sure to stir it often so the wine mixes well and the sauce doesn't burn. Then, once the noodles are soaked enough, pour the pot into the colander in the sink so the water drains from the noodles. Finally, once the noodles are on the plates, I'll pour the sauce on them, and then sprinkle it with the parmesan cheese I bought. Is that all clear?"
Adam hoped Katia had followed along. He was always a bit of a perfectionist when it came to anything creative, and cooking was no different. Because he would be doing most of the work anyway, and Katia was there to learn, there was nothing to worry about, but he did have a tendency to forcefully correct any mistakes that were made, though he kept it well-hidden for her sake. It felt downright criminal to make her feel as though she were stupid and useless; if she made mistakes, it's because she had no experience, nothing more.
To Adam, nothing was more satisfying than seeing his one and only Katia happy and satisfied.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 9:07 am
Katia Katia moved, helping Adam make the dish. She enjoyed how nitpicky he was because it looked rather cute but it was his touchy perfectionism that made each dish he made rather perfect. She had done her best to memorize the dish he made her that night long ago before she went to Russia. As the water boiled and the two secured their tools Katia listened and attempted to find herself in the song she was listening to.
It wasn't hard, and eventually she was twirling every now and then as she moved about the kitchen, moving to the music with Adam not far. He spoke then, drawing her attention. She moved to his side and watched as he motioned to the strainer and then to the sauce he was boiling. He talked to her as if she were a child, looking to him for every lesson. It was rather adorable and it made her blush...thinking forward to what might happen if he were actually teaching a child how to cook...maybe theirs? One day...
When he was finished pouring in the sauce with wine she was already lost. He talked a lot, in extreme detail. Eventually she did catch up and she was close to salivating. She couldn't be more exited to try! "But love, are ve not breaking the rules? We cannot drink in America before twenty one yes?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 10:13 am
Adam
The rest of the dinner preparation went smoothly, and Katia followed Adam's directions to the letter. Adam had to try to talk her through them without sounding condescending, which proved difficult given her initial impression of native English speakers as simply lording it over her. It reminded him of how the actress Mila Kunis had learned English from watching Bob Barker speak slowly and concisely on The Price is Right. Adam wouldn't use too many big words, and would not assume Katia would instinctively understand everything. This was his approach towards teaching her English, and it seemed to have paid off well.
The starchy smell of boiled fettuccine noodles mixed with the creamy smell of heated alfredo sauce, plus the sound of his music playing softly in the background, really drove home the point that this was their home now, and they would be making dinner for themselves every night from then on.
With the wine in the sauce, Katia seemed very eager to try it, but suddenly wondered aloud if consuming the wine at their age was illegal. "That's not really the case," he clarified to her. "The law actually means that store owners and clerks cannot sell alcohol to people under twenty-one. And if you're driving a vehicle, you cannot have been drinking alcohol before you drive, no matter how old you are. My parents usually tell me that if you drink responsibly, in the privacy in your own home, then no one will really care about it. Come to think of it, underage consumption and possession of alcohol on campus is against school rules... but we're actually using this wine for cooking purposes, not to drink it by itself."
Adam crossed his arms and furrowed his brow as he tried to further interpret the spirit of the law as well as the letter. "I've been told that campus security here is somewhat lax, and I think as long as we're both clear that cooking is all we're doing with the wine, rather than just drinking it by itself, then I don't think we'll get in trouble for it. I'll just have to send what's left in the bottle back to my mom in the morning before the first class, so there won't be evidence either."
Adam cleared his throat to wrap it all up. "I know that was complicated, but a lot of laws are just as complicated too. In any case, we just have to be careful and smart with what we do, love." After that, he brought Katia in for another hug, and kissed her delicious lips again.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2015 7:13 am
Katia Perhaps she was just ignorant but Adam truly did know his law. He cleverly clarified his meaning of the rule she brought up. It didn't really register to her why different cultures had to have different drinking ages. She had been able to drink once she turned eighteen, of course she only partook in delicate wines at the time but it was no different. She saw herself like everyone else, if she could handle her alcohol she thought a lot of other people should as well. Perhaps it was just the way things were.
"I am understanding Love, some rules are strange. In some parts of Russia it is against da law for boys to have middle names not containing Stallin. Very strange, very stupid." She laughed, her somewhat strong voice turning into a delightful chime as she giggled. Eventually the noodles were finished and Katia was first to take them off and bring them towards the sink. Using a rather cute light blue pair of gloves she lifted the larger pot with Adam's help and poured the water into the strainer he had prepared. She made sure to shake the noodles in their new found placement in order to remove excess water but she did it in a slow fashion so she wouldn't lose any noodles.
As that was finished she returned to Adam's side only to be pulled into his embrace before he gave her another welcomed kiss. She rose both of her hands softly onto his shoulder's and leaned close. Her cheek lightly falling onto his chest before swaying to the music with him. "Let us do our best not to get drunk." She looked up, her cheerful blue eye's finding his before she leaned up to kiss his nose ever so gently.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 5:06 pm
Adam
Katia seemed to understand Adam's explanation of the liquor laws. What he also knew, but figured now wasn't a good time to tell her at length—as they ate their dinner they would talk about it—was just how crazy those laws could get. Likewise, she told him that some parts of Russia still outlaw when boys' middle names don't contain Stalin, and he agreed it was indeed very stupid too. Clearly, it wasn't enough for old Joey back in his day to execute nearly 20 million of his own people—more than triple the number of Jews murdered by Nazi Germany in the Holocaust—just for not absolutely toeing the party line at all times; no, his ego was so huge that boys had to have the glorious leader's name shoehorned into their own. Not that the US exactly had a clean conscience vis-à-vis the Soviet Union either, but in any case, Adam was so glad Katia was born after the collapse of the Iron Curtain, and thus would experience no warm nostalgic feelings toward Communist rule.
...Sometimes, he would get too carried away with his personal leanings towards world politics, the kind of stuff that gets taken too seriously by too many people. Adam knew Katia probably couldn't care less about such things; her focus was quite obviously on the here and now. After he embraced her and planted his kiss on her lips, she had responded in kind by placing her hands on his broad shoulders and nuzzling into his chest, gently encouraging him that they wouldn't get drunk. Her smallest of gestures held so much of her love in them that it drove him crazy. Not yet, he'd think to himself. Tonight was when he'd unleash a year's worth of his passion for his Russian ice princess, and now that it was finally within reach, he had to consciously try not to think about it.
With the sauce simmering and the noodles strained, dinner was finally almost ready. Adam then wondered what they would do after dinner, until the moment came. Perhaps they would watch a movie, something romantic like A Walk to Remember, or perhaps a stand-up comedy special. No big deal, he'd just ask her once they were done. "Not much longer now, love," he said. "I know you'll love this meal. And I know I'll love anything you cook for me."
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