#slurpee

Alexei x Reader

(All Russian is from Google and Google translate! Apologies if anything is incorrect!)

⚠️Warnings: Spiciness at the end. Part two will be SMUT so MINORS DNI!!!)⚠️

Contains cotton candy levels of fluff

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Part 1/?

The house was completely silent except for the TV that was faintly playing a cartoon in the background.

You were wrapped snuggly in Alexei's warm embrace. His strong arms pressed you against him protectively and you layed your head on his chest listening to the thumps of his heart beat.

"Вам достаточно тепло? Are you warm enough?" He asked in his thick Russian accent.

He had learned English from Murray and was now trying to help you learn Russian by saying something to you in his native tongue then repeating it in English hoping it would stick if he did it enough.

You nodded softly into him, too comfortable to speak which made him chuckle.

He took took it as a sign to just let you relax and tugged you even closer, running one of his hands up and down your back soothingly.

You took a deep breath in and let out a long, contented sigh as you nuzzled your face into his neck.

"Mmm... Alexei..." You murmured softly, in your blessed out state.

"Shh. Не говори. Просто расслабься, милая. No to speak. Just relax, sweetheart," he whispered causing his chest to rumble quietly.

He began playing with your hair, running his fingers through it and brushing over your scalp tenderly, sending shivers down your spine at the feeling.

You did as you were told and soon you had fallen into a sound slumber.

Alexei was content to hold you while you slept as he watched Woody Woodpecker being careful not to laugh too loudly as not to wake you.

After about an hour of rest you woke up to an empty couch.

You bolted upright, your heart pounding in your chest. Alexei was no where in sight.

Your heart quickened all the more as you checked every room and they came up empty.

Your breathing became so ragged you borderlined hyperventilation.

Where the hell was he?

The very worst plagued your mind. That was, until the front door swung open and there he stood with a slusie in his hand and Murray right beside him.

"Oh, hey sleepy head. Murray took me out to get a slurpee. I got the big one so we can sha- wait. Mилая, what is wrong?"

His face switched from happy to concerned as he saw the tears falling from your eyes.

He immediately shoved his slurpee at Murray who took it out of surprise.

"Hey!" Murray protested, confused at the situation.

"Замолчи..." Alexei shot back at him as he headed over to you.

"до́рогая, tell me what is it," he said in a worried tone.

He hastily took you in his arms and you broke down, sobbing into his chest.

"I... I thought... I thought they had gotten you. I woke up and you were gone. I c-couldn't find you and I thought you were dead. I thought they found you," you cried loudly.

Alexei tightened his arms around you, swaying you gently to try and help calm you down.

"Shh shh shh. Nobody got me. I'm right here любимая," he soothed before looking in Murray's direction. "Я же говорил тебе, что нам не следовало уходить, пока она не проснется, идиот,"(I told you we shouldn't have left until she had woken up, idiot) he stated.

"Откуда мне было знать, что она взбесится?"(How was I supposed to know she'd go crazy?) Murray retorted with a shrug, setting Alexei's slurpee on the kitchen table and heading to his office.

Alexei sighed and shook his head.

"Here. Let us sit down. You are shaking," he said softly and he guided you back to the couch. He pushed you off of him slightly, making you look him in they eyes. "I'm sorry, my love. I didn't to mean scare you. I promise to not leave you like that again."

You sniffled as he used his thumbs to wipe away your tears and gave him a nod.

"А теперь иди сюда и позволь мне тебя поцеловать,"(Now come here and let me kiss you) he commanded in a gentle tone before kissing you deeply.

Your whole body surged with electricity as he pressed his lips firmly against yours.

The passion was palpable in the air.

His thumbs continued to glide over your cheeks as he held your face in his warm, strong hands and you slid yourself into his lap, running your hands over his chest, earning a small purr in approval from him.

A collection DC Comics Slurpee cups, circa mid-1970s.