All American Girl Chapter 13

All American Girl Chapter 13

Amber murmured as she came to in Ivan's arms. She pressed close to his chest and let his arms snake around her shoulders. Ivan stifled a groan as he started to wake up, burying his nose in her hair. He let her squirm away before he sat up and watched her get dressed, pleased to see that the bruises were already starting to fade. The woman glanced over her shoulder and saw him flash a small, sleepy smile.

"Good morning honey. Did you sleep well?"

"Da~!" he crawled out of bed and staggered over to her. Amber smiled slightly when he wrapped his arms around her waist, but shivered when he nuzzled into her neck, kissing the soft skin there. Ivan took a step back so she could continue dressing. A beige sweater and a knee length blue skirt were added to her dark pants, and Ivan kneeled in front of her to help her into her socks and boots.

"You do know you're beautiful, da?"

"Nah not really."

He looked up at her before he stood, with a smile on his lips. "But you are! So, so beautiful in every way."

The woman blushed, and looked away. "How about breakfast?"

"Of course..." he sighed and lifted her into his arms. Amber protested as he carried her to his kitchen, then sat her at the little table he had in there. She pouted as she watched him cook, and before long he had brought her breakfast. Ivan smiled and let her eat before he got up and cooked for himself.

"Go get your jacket. I'm gonna take you into town in a little bit."

"Eh? Why?"

"I feel like it."

~*~

Amber giggled as she looked down at the little shepherd puppy she held. It was so fluffy and sweet she had begged Ivan to let her have it. Now they were walking through Dudinka, Ivan telling her just a brief history of the place. He led her past Lenin’s monument, not giving it even a passing glance though she had to stop to look for a moment. She hurried to catch up with him, grabbing his arm when she did.

“So Ivan, you said a famous poet was born here right?”

“Da, Olga Martynova was, but she lives in Frankfurt now. Have you read any of her work?”

“I read “Rom liegt irgendwo in Russland” while I was studying Russia in college.”

“I see.” He rolled his eyes and continued walking. “Come on then…”

She tilted her head at him. “So where are we going?”

“I just needed to grab a few things, that’s all.”

“Then why did I have to come?”

He chuckled. “Because I thought I’d show you around some.”

Amber pouted and let go of his arm to pet her puppy. It yawned and dozed off against her chest, making Ivan a little jealous. Despite them sharing a bed he was sure there was no possible way he would be allowed to sleep that close to her, at least not if he wanted to live.

“How come she can do that but I can’t?”

The woman giggled and gave him a smile. “Because she’s just a little puppy, and you’re my pervy boyfriend.”

“I’m not THAT pervy. Do I act like France? No, I don’t.”

“Grandpa France actually isn’t that bad… He’s eccentric but otherwise misunderstood. He really just is a hopeless romantic who needs someone to keep him on the right path.”

He gave her a disbelieving look but shrugged and continued on to a little shop. “Okay if you say so.”

She pouted. “Why does nobody believe me when I say that?”

“Because France is….Well France.”

“So what? What does that have to do with anything?”

“Shall I write you a list?”

“Tsk, he’s not that bad Ivan, really.”

The man chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Da, if you say so.”

Amber muttered, looked down at the puppy. “Meanie…”

“Hey you haven’t seen my mean side yet.”

“I saw you beat up your dad.”

Ivan shrugged, leading her through the store as he grabbed the few things he needed. “That wasn’t me being mean that was me being pissy and protective.”

“Da, if you say so.”

He scowled back at her, not looking at the other man as he paid for the things. “Oh just
you wait Amber…”

She smiled innocently and followed him from the shop. “I love you~”

“Hah!”