7: I've Got a Burning Desire for You, Baby

                                    

                                          
TRIGGER WARNING: MAJOR NSFW, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, 69ing, mild blood play, a minor medical procedure 
"It's only just a crush, it'll go away
It's just like all the others it'll go away
Or maybe this is danger and he just don't know
You pray it all away but it continues to grow
I want to hold you close
Skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, and close your eyes girl
So lovely, it feels so right
I want to hold you close
Soft breasts, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I want to fucking tear you apart"
-Tear You Apart; She Wants Revenge
Ivan pulled up to your apartment and the car stopped abruptly, and the two of you jerked apart, Katya visibly flustered. She said something in Russian to Ivan that you didn't catch and then gave you a sharp look that you took to mean stay put before she took your bag and got out, walking around to open your door for you. You bid goodbye to Ivan and took Katya's extended hand, letting her help you out of the car. 
She kept your hand in hers as you walked up to your building, letting go so you could unlock the door. You missed the contact almost immediately but didn't dare take her hand as you led her up the stairs. 
Before you opened the front door, you sent up a silent prayer to whatever god was listening that Bob and Monet had both already gone to bed and that the apartment was at least passably tidy. "It's not much," you said as you opened the door. 
Mercifully, the living area was empty, Bob's door closed and Monet's door cracked to allow Meatball to enter and exit as he pleased. You exhaled silently, leaning down to pet Meatball, who was meowing suspiciously at Katya and glaring up at her like she had done something to offend him personally. Katya grinned maniacally down at the cat. 
"Who is this handsome young piece of taxidermy?" She asked seriously, her voice low. Meatball scowled at her, sniffing her fingers. He finally allowed her to scratch him once behind the ears before he turned and fled into Monet's room. 
Katya turned to you, a twinkle in her eye. "It's almost like he knows I want to make him into earmuffs." She winked to make sure you knew she was kidding, and you shrugged, taking your bag from Katya and dropping it onto one of the kitchen chairs, shrugging out of your coat and shoes and hanging the coat up. 
"He's a little weird about strangers, don't take it personally." You rummaged through your bag, grabbing out the little bag of medical supplies and gesturing for Katya to follow you into your bedroom. 
Thankfully, the you of that morning had been looking out for the you of now, and your room was clean, your bed made and no visible underwear hanging out of your laundry basket or anything. Katya walked around, looking at everything, and you felt a little embarrassed, like your soul was being laid bare beneath her searching gaze. 
She looked at the framed photos on your dresser, all of you, Bob and Monet throughout the years. She picked one up and looked at you. "These are your friends, who you moved here to be with?" 
You nodded, taking the photo and looking down at it fondly. It had been taken at your and Bob's high school graduation, both of you beaming hugely at the camera in your caps and gowns, Monet between you in a pink dress with her tongue sticking out. "Yes. Bob and Monet are like my sisters. We grew up together, I don't know who I'd be without them." 
Katya set the photo down and her attention turned to the bouquet of roses that still sat on your desk, and a smile spread across her face. "You liked them?" She asked, looking at you, and you nodded, blushing. 
"They're so beautiful, Katya. Thank you." Her eyes were bright. 
"Not as beautiful as their recipient, I think." You blushed bright red, turning away and dumping the plastic bag of medical supplies on your bed, laying them out.