#borispavlikovsky

"Hummm?" She turned to him. "Good morning,"

He ran a hand through his messy hair. "Why am I here?" he asked, sitting at the small bar stool on her kitchen island,

"You were drunk, I assume high, you passed out downstairs in the casino, so I brought you up here after my shift." She explained as she served him some French toast,

Boris frowned as he rubbed his temples, "I can't remember a Damn thing… I must've taken alot."

"I imagine so." She nodded, pouring him and orange juice, and leaving a small bottle of vodka next to it.

Boris immediately grabbed the small bottle of vodka and poured a decent amount into the orange juice, mixing it in."Thanks," he mumbled before downing most of the drink.

"You're welcome." She chuckled, taking a seat across from him with her green tea,

"So… I passed out… and you brought me up here. Why didn't you leave my ass to sleep outside?"

"Because you would have been pickpocketed for all your worth, if you're lucky. If not, security would have grabbed you and you'd be sitting in jail even for the amount of stuff you had in your pocket."

Boris nodded, taking a bite of the French toast. "So you took me home and put me in your bed?" he asked as he glanced over her body,

"Yes, I did." She smirked back at him, knowing he was looking.

"You couldn't resist me, huh?" he smirked back and winked at her. "I don't blame ya. I'm quite irresistible, especially in my half-conscious sleep state."

She rolled her eyes. "Maybe you couldn't resist me, my siren song too much for you to resist?" She smirked. "Or maybe you just like my tail." She winked before sipping her tea.

Boris chuckled. "It was the tail. Definitely the tail," he winked back. "You're actually living the damn life, huh… performing in front of a crowd during the day? A private show for me at night," he smirked. "Lucky me."

Y/n rolled her eyes a little at Boris and continued with her tea.

Boris finished off the last of his French toast and chased it with the rest of his drink. He leaned back on his hands, eyes following her every move as she sipped her tea. "So? When's my private show start?" he teased, a smirk forming on his lips.

"I don't know, my tails still drying." She joked, taking his plate to the dishwasher,

"Oh, I'm not waiting for that damn tail," he laughed before standing. He made his way around the island and stopped right behind Y/n. He rested his hands on her shoulders, staring down at her. He lowered one hand slightly to brush his fingers over the thin strap of her Dress, "Don't you have something else I can admire?" he smirked.

"You think that's a good idea?" She asked. "You could barely remember your own name an hour ago, you really think you should be… Exerting yourself after having so much in your system?"

Boris chuckled and leaned down slightly. "Who said anything about exerting myself?" he murmured, "If I remember correctly… You were the one who put me in your bed, all alone."

She chuckled and ran her hand into his hair. "Oh? So you're too dangerous for me, are you? Not at all that you curl up and purr like a kitten whenever I let you sleep on my bed."

Boris groaned slightly, "It's a trap you've set on me, Moya malen'kaya sirena," he murmured. "You can't help but take advantage of my weakness." His hand slid the strap down her arm,

"Advantage?" Y/n chuckled, "Some would say you take advantage of me, my home, my food, my money, my job." She playfully teased him. "And we both remember the advantage you took of my bedroom last time you stayed over, Boris… Looked like a Jackson Pollock painting in my blacklight."

He rolled his eyes, "That was the last time you got me a bottle of tequila," he murmured. "You should've known better than that." He smirked smugly, tugging down the other strap of her dress barely clinging to her, "And I know you take advantage of me in other ways. You enjoy my company and charm too much."

Y/n chuckled as his hands pushed her dress down enough that her breasts became exposed to the cold air of her apartment. "However, could I deny your darling company?" She smirked, tugging on his hair,

Boris moaned as she pulled on his hair. "Exactly what I thought," he murmured. He slid his hand to her hips, moving it under her thighs and lifting her. Without even hesitating, he crashed his lips to hers and carried her back to the bedroom.