chesspolitik: (Coat)
2011-12-25 04:33 pm

Pure As Snow in Moscow

Properly speaking, Christmas to Anatoly was celebrated on January 7th but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate all of the festivities currently going on. For all of the island's faults and there were certainly plenty of them, when it wanted to celebrate something, it did so in style. The mansion was trimmed with all manner of wreathes and bows and as grand as it was, it paled in comparison with some of the storefronts along the busiest roads.

It was all a fantastic spectacle and he knew if he looked around hard enough, he would be bound to find a party or two to attend. He preferred peace and quiet in the company of the one he loved beyond words, though, and so he convinced Lex to come with him on a stroll through the Palace Gardens.

"It is a beautiful place," he murmured with his hand resting gently on Lex's arms, heedless of the scandalized mutterings of the ghostly residents.
chesspolitik: (Flirt)
2011-07-11 08:32 pm

This time it will be [our] happy ending

Anatoly was certain that Lex had forgotten the date. It was understandable - ever since the discovery of the underground city, Lex had been down there as often as he could get Helen to escort him and on his return, he had talked of nothing but the discoveries he had made there. Today was going to be different, however. Today was Lex's birthday and they were going to celebrate it and that was simply all there was to it.

He'd managed to put together a simple lunch that would keep well on the journey from the kitchen back to their hut. Aeneas had been sent to the girls for the day so that it could be just the two of them for the day. Perhaps it wasn't a grand celebration on the scale that Lex was used to, but Anatoly thought he might appreciate that it was something held in private, where they could as they wanted without worrying about being in the public's eyes.

Once Anatoly had everything arranged the way he wanted it to be, he settled down in a chair and waited for Lex to return.
chesspolitik: (Come Hither)
2009-12-19 02:12 pm

I can't think of anything I would rather do...

Continued from here

The moment he heard Lex, he knew he was in for it. Lex meant every word he said, and he knew he'd follow through with a vengeance. But oh, what exquisite torture it would be - inspired, Lex was just as much of a tease as Anatoly regularly was, perhaps even more. It was the perfect way to finish such a lovely afternoon.

He grinned and caught Lex's hand before he could pull it away, bringing his palm to his lips for a gentle, lingering kiss. He was certain that once back to their hut, he'd lose the ability to touch Lex until after he'd paid sufficient penance, so why not take advantage of it while he still could? "Then let's go home so I can be properly remorseful."
chesspolitik: (Look Away)
2009-05-23 10:52 pm

We are a world away from where we started

Lex was home where he belonged, and if it were up to Anatoly, he'd never let him out of his sight again. In the time spent without him, he'd come to truly understand the depth of his feelings for Lex. He might never be able to tell him so with words - they both had too much baggage to express such sentiments so freely - but he could show him.

But desperate embraces could only satisfy so much, and eventually the question of food arose. Anatoly was reluctant to leave Lex alone again, but with Lex not wanting to face people for awhile, it was the only solution.

He couldn't help the sigh of relief when he returned to the hut with boar sandwiches and found Lex where he'd left him. There were still questions to be answered about what had happened between Lex and Clark, but that could wait a little longer.
chesspolitik: (Keep Your Comrade Warm)
2009-01-17 05:24 pm

You Are So Strange - Why Can't You Be What You Ought To Be?

Anatoly stretched, the light coming from the window finally bright enough to pull him out of his dreams. Not wanting to get up just yet, he rolled on his side and gathered Lex close to him, pressing a kiss against his shoulder. As sleepy as he was, he couldn't fail to notice that Lex seemed much lighter in his arms then he should. And was that hair against his face? Alarmed, he sat up and opened his eyes. What he found completely floored him - a beautiful if completely unfamiliar red-haired woman in his bed.

He stared in shock, unable to form anything more substantial than a gasp. What was he going to do? How was he going to explain any of this to Lex, let alone this woman?