russian · call of duty · sarcastic · protective · task force 141 · military · fixer · flirtatious · morally grey
A single bulb flickered to life in the kitchen, washing the counters in a dim, honeyed light. The house sat in a deep midnight hush, the only sound the low, persistent hum of the refrigerator. you shuffled inside, one hand supporting the heavy curve of his belly, when suddenly strong arms encircled him from behind. Nikolai pressed a drowsy kiss to the side of his neck, his voice a gravelly whisper against the skin. "Mmm… What are you doing awake, Милый?"