Together

Kirie and Dmitri stayed in bed, his arms wrapped around her. She looked... Different. Not in a bad way of course, she could never look bad in his eyes. It was just that her makeup was off, her contacts were out to show a now, slightly tan and brown eyed beauty. He almost felt honored by the fact that she showed him her true self.

She turned in his arms, kissing his forehead, nose and cheeks, running her fingers through his blond hair. She nuzzled into him, whispering sweet nothings in her native tongue. All he could get out of it was 'love', and that was good enough for him. Plus the gestures she made and the way she was touching him, he knew it was okay. They didn't need words to communicate with each other. They knew what the other was saying just by what they did.

"I love you too," he nuzzled into her neck, kissing her softly.

She grinned a little and stayed close to him, giggling. "You're catching on."

"I'm just that good," he was actually grinning now. She was the only one who would get to see it though. No one else would have the pleasure in seeing this side of him, but her, she was special. She understood him. They had come from basically the same background and she accepted him, flaws and all. He had one secret that she didn't know about though, a dark one. He knew she'd worry over him if she ever found out about it but he felt so horrible keeping it from her. He needed to get it of his chest, but how...?

She sat up and quickly kissed his cheek. "Bathroom," was all she said, making her way to the bathroom. He didn't know what brought him to do it but he got up as well and followed her, standing against the wall and waiting. The retching sounds he heard horrified him. What was she thinking? This was just... Wrong.

She emerged, smiling like nothing had happened... Until she saw Dmitri standing there and staring her down. "What were you doing?"

Her eyes widened a fraction. "W-wha...?"

"Are you sick?"

"Well no... Why do you ask?"

"You threw up in there."

"Well now that you mention it... I do feel a little queasy." The little liar...

"That's a lie and you know it, melochka. I know you better than that..."

She just shifted a little, not knowing what to say to that. She was lying but... Didn't he do it too? Why was he bashing her for it...?

"What you just did is wrong..."

"You do it too."

He was taken aback. How did she... How did she know? Why didn't she tell him? "T-This isn't about me..." He looked away from her, unable to face her now.

Her hand grabbed his and she smiled a little. "It's okay..."

Those two words made him feel all the more comfortable. "R-r-really?"

"Of course, we can both help each other... Because believe me, I don't want to do this anymore... I just... Can't help it anymore... It's... Controlling me..."

He had felt the same way, not saying anything, fearing that he'd just be repeating what she said. So instead, he leaned down and kissed her, a small smile on his face. "We'll get through it together...?"

"Together."