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“Do you two have your luggage ready? The vehicles are pulled up to the front!” Sophie called from outside the bedroom door.
“Dimitri will take it down!” Anya replied as she attempted to shove her suitcase closed. “If this will get closed,” she grumbled through her teeth.
“Do you really need to take all of that?” Dimitri teased, inspecting the somewhat small suitcase that was crammed with fancy outfits and who knew what else.
“Apparently I do, if I don’t want to be a disgrace to the rest of my family. That’s what Sophie’s facial expression said when I had only packed one outfit for each day,” Anya huffed, straddling the suitcase and continuing to grunt and mutter Russian curses at it. “If I can’t close it by sitting on it, then—“
Dimitri chuckled and knelt in front of her, easily pushing the suitcase closed with one hand and latching it with the other. “There,” he said with a gentle smile, patting her knee.
Anya glared. “Do you really need to show off your muscles every chance you get?” Dimitri’s eyes gleamed with amusement as he leaned in closer, putting a hand back on the suitcase to support his weight.
“Apparently I do, if I don’t want you to grumble at anything other than me,” he replied smoothly. Anya’s eyes dropped from his teasing gaze to his lips, which were grinning slyly at her. A rosy flush graced her cheeks when she met his eyes again.
“You always get quiet when you’re thinking about kissing me. Is that what you’re thinking about now?” He cupped her cheek in his palm and brushed her cheekbone with his thumb.
She nodded, her eyelids feeling heavy as her head rushed with feelings and fantasies of passionate kisses. “Mhm.”
“Then why don’t you just do it?” His thumb glided across her lips.
“Okay.” Anya closed the gap between them and kissed Dimitri deeply, taking his face in both of her hands, soon letting one wander into his hair and play with the hair in that one spot on the back of his head between his ears that she knew he liked —really liked— which is why he had to pull away.
“Hey,” he said tenderly, although slightly hoarsely, “I think we better get going, don’t you?”
“Well, I guess so.” The blue in Anya’s eyes somehow seemed more intense than before, making Dimitri a little weak in the knees as he stood and offered his hand to his stunning wife. She took it and smoothed out her clothes, then gasped. “DIMITRI!”
“What?!”
“I forgot to pack my pajamas!” She rushed to her dresser.
“Anya…you’re not going to fit them in there. Why don’t you just use my extra set?” Dimitri liked seeing her in those more than any of her silk sets, anyway.
Anya grinned mischievously. “Just don’t tell Sophie.”
Dimitri feigned disgust. “Why would I tell anyone what you wear to bed?”
She huffed and shoved her suitcase into his arms, which elicited a pained grunt from him. “I don’t know, you tell me.” She scooped up her dog Pooka into her arms and headed for the door.
“I’ll tell you that you bruised my ribcage with that thing!” He complained.
Anya glanced back with the least believable look of sympathy Dimitri had ever seen. “Come on, baby, we have a vacation in the English countryside to get to!” She teased, their banter continuing all the way to the car and into the ride.