Damn it! She was still talking. He struggled to tune back into what she was saying. If she was still talking at this point, it means he obviously wasn't doing his job well

"... what's the difference? One fucking leads to another dammit! Please"

He instantly stopped even though every fibre of his being actively protested against the idea. It was something he heard in her voice. The plea. What the hell was she scared of?

He looked straight up into her eyes, cocking his head to the side and admittedly...trying to figure her out. She wanted him. She wanted this. That much was obvious. Yet something was holding her back.

"What's holding you back Vivienne?" he asked softly

"You!" she bit out, determined she wasn't going to cry

"Usually, when women feel like crying in my bed, it's most likely due to the fact that the sex was too good, and they want more. I've barely touched you. Interesting. So again I ask, what's holding you back Viv?"

"You Dominikov. You're too...intense! I can't even find the right word!" she said frustratingly

"So the thing you want, is the same as the thing that prevents you from getting it. The irony. You want me, that much is obvious from your wet pussy, and quivering flesh, yet you won't get me, because of me as well. I'm torn between being amused, and trashing you until your body sings to my tune"

"You're too controlling Dominikov. But then, so am I. And having sex with you, makes me feel like I'm submitting. And that is something I'm not ready to do. No not yet. Take for example last night, I was in a black dress and now, I'm in this. I mean, what the hell am I wearing?"

"A night gown" he answered, narrowing his eyes

"No. not a nightgown. A flimsy nightgown."

"The difference being?" he asked trying not to smile.

Thing was, he didn't even know why he was trying to smile in the first place. Maybe it was because of the pout on her face that made her look so cute, or that the sea of green eyes staring right back at him made her so much more breathtakingly beautiful.

He'd taken the liberty of removing her brown contacts last night.

"How did I get into this nightgown Dominikov?" she asked trying her best to act serious

He did smile then.

"Vivienne Fitzman. I've helped a pregnant woman give birth to twins without looking, and gone into battle with a whole army of sufficiently armed men with my eyes practically closed. I think I can manage to get a woman into a nightgown too, without looking, although I'm not saying, that's what I did"

"Asshole!" she exclaimed out loud, bursting into a laughing fit and playfully giving him a punch

"You think? Sexy bastards more like it" he whispered smiling back

"Oh Dominikov.."

he leaned in to kiss her again, effectively cutting her off.

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"Listen everyone. Today, for the first time, you're all going to work in paint. No more sketches. This is the real deal now" Rovanna said, as soon as she entered the class.

Dmitri was already seated. Good. It'd been a week now. The students were slowly getting used to him being one of them, although there were always some outbursts every now and then.

Someone raised a hand. A female

"Yes Gabby?"

"What are we supposed to paint?"

"Whatever you love. Paint the first thing that comes to your mind when you pick up that paint brush. Now, you don't have to complete it right now. You can start it today, put finishing touches at home, and then submit it next class."

"What about Miss Sophie?" a boy asked

"It's Mrs. Nygma now. She took a trip to um...Paris for her honeymoon and won't be back till two weeks time"

"Now anymore questions?relating to art?" she added in

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