behind your colored eyes

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from here.

"Well, it's good for me that you mind even less!"

Irina giggled again, quickly, and started tugging him towards her bed. She wasn't nervous; she had always felt comfortable around him, even that fateful day when she and her group were intercepted, even after they had parted on bad terms. Sitting on the bed, she looked up at him

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He followed her in slow, almost leaden steps. He'd done this since he'd last been with her, of course he had, but he felt momentarily like he hadn't; as if he were completely out of practice and this was the first time he'd done this in a long time. When she sat down, he looked down at her, stretching a hand forward to brush her hair back.

Pavel wouldn't insult her by asking if she was sure about this. There was no telling what things she was ever actually certain about, but this he wouldn't ask questions about. Slowly, or at least it felt slowly, he cupped her cheek and kissed her slowly, pressing one knee into the bed next to her.

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She smiled (she was always smiling, even more so nowadays) and leaned into his hand, her kisses eager. Irina didn't want to rush, however. Like he said, she was impulsive, and perhaps she did rush into their relationship quickly before.

But they were better now, she thought. She certainly had changed, just a little. Enough to want him to maybe take the lead this time.

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Pavel understood a little more now why things seemed so distant for him. Irina was herself, completely unique and different from almost anyone he'd ever been with before and since. He met her eagerness with steadfast patience, something he didn't always have, not compared to the rest of the crew. With her, however, he felt as stiff and stoic as she made him seem. Not that it was a bad thing at all. He slowly pushed her back against the mattress, his hands straying down her sides, exploring the contours of her body with curious fingertips.

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Irina happily fell back against her (slightly) unmade bed and let her own hands wander, sneaking under his shirt, her fingertips meeting his skin. She felt warm, like she was doing something right. While she would always feel the need to rebel, she couldn't help but swell with pride knowing that Pavel approved of what she was doing. Her lips found his again and she kissed him deliberately, sighing.