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privacy of their bedroom. The fire that crackled in the fireplace before them provided a soft and soothing light that made the room feel warm and inviting. There was nowhere else he would rather be for the comfort and company that this simple room provided. His bedroom and his bedmate often provided the release of a terrible day that he often needed.
He hadn’t even entirely stripped away his suit either when he had entered into their room. His jacket, vest, tie, and shoes all sat in an untidy pile on the floor, beside the business dress that she had worn for the day, which also lay uncaringly on the floor.
Lada sat on the mattress of their bed, looking at the fire with him sitting behind her. Dressed down as they were for the evening, partially for comfort but mostly for love, he felt some of the gloom of the day ebb away. The tenderness that existed between them could be felt as easily as sunshine on bare skin and it was a feeling that he relished. He wore only his shirt which was partially unbuttoned and still wore his slacks while Lada wore the corset-like garment and slip that she had worn under her dress today.
He loved it when she wore such things and she knew that. It was her simple way of teasing him. He would spend all day knowing that she was wearing such things and that the only reason for her to do so was for him to take her out of them at the conclusion of the day. Thinking of doing so all day long would keep him on edge and stir his passions to the point of nearly boiling.
It was a strategy that succeeded every time she employed it.
He pulled aside her long black hair, exposing the flesh at her neck and gently kissed her there. He could see the smile forming on her lips as he did so, her eyes lightly fluttering every time his soft lips touched bare skin.
“Your day was difficult?” she asked, one hand arching up and gently stroking the side of his face as he kissed her.
He felt some of his day’s frustrations creep back into him and he hated himself for it. This room was meant to be his sanctuary from such places. Lada and he had an agreement that this room was theirs and that the world beyond these four walls did not matter when they were here together. It was a rule that he had been quite happy to live with.
He paused in his simple passions and reclined on the bed, his head resting on their pillows as he looked up at her. She adjusted herself on the bed and looked down upon him. The flickering of the firelight was enough to make him think that truly there was a Heaven and that she was one of its messengers, come to watch him and show him grace.
“The Valynkov’s refuse to see reason,” he said simply. The Valynkov’s were yet another of the families that his father had seen fit to do business with and possible because they were just as difficult as his father had ever been. “Their new ground vehicles are costing more than they required and they’re two months behind schedule. And that is only a part of it. Their new infantry gear is failing in all aspects. It’s maddening.” He blew out a puff of aggravated breath. “I told them that they have three weeks to deliver as they promised or I will pull my funding.” He gently stroked the bare flesh of her leg. “They were not happy with me.”
She nodded knowingly. “I know. They’ve only provided a quarter of their promised funding for the new highway and society centers. I suspect that is where some of your delays are coming from… they try to pull money from their other aspects to keep you happy.”
“Really?” he asked, raising a quizzical eyebrow. “Their funding for the submarine development programs hasn’t wavered.” He pondered that, being unable to stop himself from doing so. “They must have partnered with someone new and neglected to tell me.”
She smiled and let her fingers slip inside his shirt, caressing the muscles that lived there.
He hadn’t even entirely stripped away his suit either when he had entered into their room. His jacket, vest, tie, and shoes all sat in an untidy pile on the floor, beside the business dress that she had worn for the day, which also lay uncaringly on the floor.
Lada sat on the mattress of their bed, looking at the fire with him sitting behind her. Dressed down as they were for the evening, partially for comfort but mostly for love, he felt some of the gloom of the day ebb away. The tenderness that existed between them could be felt as easily as sunshine on bare skin and it was a feeling that he relished. He wore only his shirt which was partially unbuttoned and still wore his slacks while Lada wore the corset-like garment and slip that she had worn under her dress today.
He loved it when she wore such things and she knew that. It was her simple way of teasing him. He would spend all day knowing that she was wearing such things and that the only reason for her to do so was for him to take her out of them at the conclusion of the day. Thinking of doing so all day long would keep him on edge and stir his passions to the point of nearly boiling.
It was a strategy that succeeded every time she employed it.
He pulled aside her long black hair, exposing the flesh at her neck and gently kissed her there. He could see the smile forming on her lips as he did so, her eyes lightly fluttering every time his soft lips touched bare skin.
“Your day was difficult?” she asked, one hand arching up and gently stroking the side of his face as he kissed her.
He felt some of his day’s frustrations creep back into him and he hated himself for it. This room was meant to be his sanctuary from such places. Lada and he had an agreement that this room was theirs and that the world beyond these four walls did not matter when they were here together. It was a rule that he had been quite happy to live with.
He paused in his simple passions and reclined on the bed, his head resting on their pillows as he looked up at her. She adjusted herself on the bed and looked down upon him. The flickering of the firelight was enough to make him think that truly there was a Heaven and that she was one of its messengers, come to watch him and show him grace.
“The Valynkov’s refuse to see reason,” he said simply. The Valynkov’s were yet another of the families that his father had seen fit to do business with and possible because they were just as difficult as his father had ever been. “Their new ground vehicles are costing more than they required and they’re two months behind schedule. And that is only a part of it. Their new infantry gear is failing in all aspects. It’s maddening.” He blew out a puff of aggravated breath. “I told them that they have three weeks to deliver as they promised or I will pull my funding.” He gently stroked the bare flesh of her leg. “They were not happy with me.”
She nodded knowingly. “I know. They’ve only provided a quarter of their promised funding for the new highway and society centers. I suspect that is where some of your delays are coming from… they try to pull money from their other aspects to keep you happy.”
“Really?” he asked, raising a quizzical eyebrow. “Their funding for the submarine development programs hasn’t wavered.” He pondered that, being unable to stop himself from doing so. “They must have partnered with someone new and neglected to tell me.”
She smiled and let her fingers slip inside his shirt, caressing the muscles that lived there.
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