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Dasha had been a busy bee for the last couple days, from helping the others carry objects to offering dating advice she hasn't given herself much of a break. Her solnyshko however, had grown tired of her antics and grew determined to make her take a break.
They had wandered into the office, easily spotting Dasha talking to Volt. They didn't pick up on the conversation much, they were more focused on their lover. When Dasha finally met their eyes, her expression lit up. She quickly walked over to them, her hands sliding to rest against their sides, "Hey solnyshko.." She spoke, her voice low and rumbly with her russian accent. She leaned down to kiss their forehead, before pausing when they spoke, "A break? Nah, I'm all good baby I swear-" She started, trying to defend herself until they cut her off again. She was quiet as they spoke, before she let out a sigh of defeat.
"Only cause you're cute, solnyshko." Dasha murmured before laughing, letting them drag her along to the bedroom. She raised an eyebrow when they paused in the center of the room, "Where do you want me sweets?" She asked, winking playfully. She laughed more when they told her to lay on the bed, and she held her hands up in joking surrender. She made her way over toward the bed and laid down on her back, watching them flutter about the room. Her expression softened when they finally got onto the bed, and situated themselves ontop of her,
"Such a pretty si-" Dasha started, before suddenly pausing. They kissed her forehead. Not the other way around. Her cheeks immediately began to flush as she looked up at them, "Solnyshko-" She started, before being cut off again when they kissed her cheek. A flustered noise escaped her as their confidence grew, soon feeling their lips kissing every inch of her face.
Her hands latched onto their hips as she ultimately began relaxing into the mattress, the tension visibly draining from her shoulders as her eyes fluttered shut. Her cheeks were flushed a red so bright it could rival Luke Nuke'ms hair. Her hands however gently squeezed at their hips, a silent thank you for making her relax.
She may or may not start overdoing it on purpose, just to recieve this again and again.