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The words that passed Pavlas lips struck his heart, and quickly found its way to his loins. She desired him? Truly? He couldnt bring himself to believe it, but as her lips grazed his jawline, the warmth of her breath cascading over his throat, he swallowed thickly, giving a gentle nod in affirmation. Her small digits caressed their way down the front of his shirt, leaving a heated path in their wake, arriving at the hem of his shirt and to his surprise, going beneath the fabric and resting on his skin. Dmitrys body responded immediately, and without much ability to stop he let out a heavy sigh, touching his hands to her lower back, tracing his fingers over the gentle rise of her posterior, but not feeling brave enough to venture beneath the cotton of the large black shirt she wore. When she reconnected their kiss he could feel his trousers become tight and uncomfortable, silently attempting to control himself, knowing she wasnt ready for such things, but the feel of her warmth against his erection was positively intoxicating. He wanted nothing more than to grab her slight hips in his large hands and ground his need against her, it screamed at him in his head, demanding he pursue, but he denied, simply holding her against him, the sudden emergence of her nipples made her breasts all the more apparent, and he slid his arm up her side, making a movement to graze it with his fingertips when they were interrupted. Elizabeth stepped in without much ado, he released Pavla from his grasp instantly, as if afraid she might frown upon their afternoon moment together. He nodded. Tell her we are fine. He spoke softly, Elizabeth had always been so helpful to him, acting like a mother to his needs, but had been unable to convince him to stop his heavy drinking. Seeing him awake no doubt surprised her, but given his current preoccupation, he would have been unable to sleep even if he had finished the bottle. She scuttled in, grabbing their dishes and disappearing again, before he had a chance to open his mouth. Eventually Pavla would be the one looking after things, but at this time, given how weak she was, it was very kind of Elizabeth to continue on as if he had never gotten married at all. The thought hit him then, wondering if the rest of the Troupe thought of him as just a holding place for her until things cleared up, as if their marriage was some sort of sham. Dmitry forced a small smile on his lips, not letting her in on more of his self-doubting deliberations. I Im sorry about that. Usually Im here alone Elizabeth looks after me as if I were her kin. He explained, feeling her settle back into his chest, he let out a small sigh, loving the feeling of her against him. Yes, it was true, he would have to being some work for the day, and given his lax training over the past few days, some hard work. He nodded in affirmation, looking down to where she nuzzled into him. Yes.. I suppose it would be for the best. We dont really need the ringmaster or his goons breathing down our necks any more than they already are. He explained, caressing the side of her face with a finger absentmindedly. A true smile came across his face then, almost laughing as she travelled through thoughts of kissing him and then to his revealing costume when he was on the side stage. Could she honestly be jealous? Given all the trouble he had in the past with a lack of love, hell, a lack of caring from any human being other than those who shared the outcast life with him, it was easy to imagine why this was humorous to him. I greatly enjoy your lips as well and for gifting me with them, Ill let you do what you like to my costume anything would be an improvement, I assure you. He laughed again, a deep baritone rumbling in his chest. Dmitry couldnt remember the last time he had truly laughed like this, and it was somewhat difficult to stop. Eventually though his chuckles died down, and he looked back at her, cupping the back of her head in his hand and connecting a small kiss to her forehead. Im going to have to get to work.. Did you want me to get you anything before I leave? He asked curiously, still kissing over her temples gingerly, seeming unable to separate himself from her touch.