Mail Order Bride

[Mcloud313]

Alexander Damant was tired of being alone, it wasn't that he was ugly or too undesirable. He just lacked the social confidence to go out and find women, so he decided to look into mail order brides. Finally he talked to a russian woman through the use of translaters and they had come to an agreement. They would marry each other and she would move into his house. If they were happy with the arrangement they would stay that way, and if not she could leave in two years.

They were married that next month and the woman near his age in her early twenties moved into his apartment. She was tall but still shorter then he and had beautiful red hair. Sparkling blue eyes pierced all that she gazed upon above a set of pouty ruby red lips. The only problem was her english was horrible. However she did seem to want to try and please Alex.

Her first night she was trying to do his dishes for him and he almost had to wrench them from her delicate hands to get her to stop doing work around the house. She felt like she needed to clean everywhere she went. He thought that Russia must've been more disciplined on a wife's duties then America.

They were just now beginning their third day of living together when this thread will take place. The two are attracted to each other, Alex is in his early twenties with short raven black hair and sea green eyes. He is slightly muscular and has dark determined brows.

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Alex awoke from his bed and sat up rubbing at his eyes as the bright sun from the windows irritated him. He could already hear movement in his living room and was standing looking out the door way. His mail order bride was cleaning up after him again much to his dismay. He hated it when she did that, it made him feel like some kind of indentured slave owner or something. Alex approached the beautiful girl who he was still amazed was now his wife and took her by her hands gently getting her to sit down.

She could not understand his english but hopefully understood the gesture totake a break. This was their first weekend together and Alex intended to spend some time with her, to get to know each other better.

(I'll leave the name to whoever decides to join this topic, once someone joins the thread will be closed.)

 

[MissCheevious]

Anastasia

She had awoken early to get a head start, on what she thought, was what her new husband expected of her. Having slipped out of bed in nothing but an oversized shirt for the moment, having only intended to pick up the living room and making sure that that the kitchen was clean before taking a quick shower. It was then she planned on dressing suitably and making breakfast for them both, of course he came first.

Red hair pulled back into a ponytail and away from her face she still had to continuously purse her lips to blow her bangs from her eyes as she was bent over picking up a pillow from the floor. Only having fluffed the pillow and set it down when Alex had approached her and took her hands and guided her to sit. Had she woken him up? Lips pulled back into a kind smile as she bowed her head to him in greeting.

 

[Mcloud313]

Alex noticed that she only wore a shirt as she sat delicately upon the couch he directed her to. Her legs looked great from under the shirt and he mentally had to pull himself away from the beautiful image. He thought that this would be more of a mutual thing so she could just get her card to stay in the states, but it looked like she was wanting to start this as a real marriage, as if they had known each other for years.

He plopped down next to her on the couch and leaned back into it flipping on the television. Thats when he began thinking about his plan and how it was flawed. She couldn't understand english, so how were they supposed to spend time together. The morning news was on and some dull gray haired anchorman was speaking in monotone.

Alex looked to his new brides face and gazed upon her beautiful visage, while thinkin of what they could do.

 

[MissCheevious]

Anastasia

Ana felt his gaze upon her and looked away for a brief moment as a soft blush touched her cheeks and spread across the bridge of her nose. Upon hearing the tv turn on she let her sapphire gaze settle on the droning woman before her and quirked her head at an angle in curiousity. For someone who had been born in the United States why was she so unhappy? Were things really just that boring for her? Even if she couldn't understand the language she could still read the expression on her face and the tone to her voice.

She straightened up and rested her hands in her lap, her feet crossed at the ankles although she was mumbling something softly in Russian as she scolded herself for not having gotten dressed first. It was then she looked over at her husband with another small smile, full of warmth but still somewhat hesitant to the thought that she may have woken him. -Be more quiet next time. Don't disturb him.- Once the mental note had been made she heard Alex call her name and then pat the spot right next to him, inviting her to sit back. Her hands came up and then rested behind her as she pulled herself back against the cushions and settled herself against him lightly.

 

[Mcloud313]

He was delightfully suprised when she leaned in against him on the couch, but he was wondering if the news was incredibly boring for her. The thought came to him that it was saturday morning and he quickly flipped it to cartoons. Even if you didn't get the dialouge the mere antics of the characters was entertaining. He leaned back against her as well. If she was this comfortable with him. Maybe they would just keep things this way.

Things were awkward sometimes though, yet interesting. He found it fun just to stare into her deep blue eyes and try and discern what she was feeling or thinking. He was supposed to get things done today, like go and get an english to russian dictionary, get some groceries and fill his tank up, but she felt good against him on the couch. Her warm body was up against his with the comfortable shirt and he didn't feel the need to move and do anything just yet.

He twisted his head to gaze upon her face and find out what she thought of the cartoons.

 

[MissCheevious]

Anastasia

Once she felt the heat of his skin against hers she seemed to melt against him, although it she didn't let herself get too comfortable. But just enough. Cartoons put on she smiled, looking over at him in thanks before looking back to the antics of Jerry chasing Tom around in the living room as he always did. The soft melodic sound of laughter escaped her, her hand rising to cover her mouth as she held back a few more chuckles before quieting down.

Again she could feel the heat of his gaze upon her and she ever-so-coyly casted a look in his direction from beneath heavy lashes before she pulled herself away from him. "Brek-fest?" Oh God, she knew here English was terrible but she had to start somewhere and laughing at herself was a good start. There was an apologetic look on her face as if to excuse herself and her wonderful speaking skills, but when he smiled at her it didn't seem to matter. The uneasiness of the language barrier seemed to break down a little more each time.

 

[Mcloud313]

He smiled at her oddly spoken question before nodding an answer and stood taking her hand and pulling her up with him. He led her into the kitchen and pulled out a box of pancake batter from the cupboards along with a gallon of milk, and a thing of syrup. He then began started the stove and freed a jug of orange juice from the refridgerator. He poured them both a tall glass of the orange liquid and handed one to Anna with a smile.

Alex sipped from his glass and leaned back against the wall watching his new bride as he waited for the stove to heat up.

 

[MissCheevious]

Anastasia

Pulled to her feet she followed after him with a gentle smile in finding that he planned to help her, as she had meant the task to only be her own. Funny, she had planned to make them pancakes... maybe the language was the only thing different between them. Bright eyes watch him move through the kitchen, taking in his movements in silence before reaching out for the offered glass of orange juice. "Thank you."

The words were spoken clearly, but those two words were nothing compared to what she could ramble off in trying to form a sentence or two. Or in a mere attempt. That was it, she was decided on taking English classes. If Alex permitted her to, that is. But for now it would be the basics and whatever it was she picked up from him. Eyes flitted towards the stove as she moved forward and held out her unused hand to feel the heat radiating from the pan before turning to Alex with a smile before she moved out of his way in search of a bowl and in the process of moving past him she stopped to kiss him softly. "Gud mohrning."

 

[Mcloud313]

He was surprised as she kissed him, the most surprised he had found himself with her. This was there first kiss and she was treating it like a casual good morning. Alex blinked a few times smiled and kissed her back enthusiastically. This whole mail order bride idea may not have been such a bad idea after all. He couldn't wait until they understood each other so they could get to know each other. Alex let his arms encase his new bride going slowly so as she could pull away any time she wanted to.

He angled in for another kiss and his lips met hers for a third time. He was going in for a fourth kiss, deeper this time when the stove issued a loud beep announcing that the skillet was at its required heat. Alex let his hand move over Anna's as he gently took the bowl from her and began preparing the mix in it.

 

[MissCheevious]

Anastasia

Again the melodic sound of her laughter escaped her lips as stole himself a few more kisses, her arms having instinctively wrapped around his neck in return but once he pulled away to confiscate the bowl and she stands there watching after him as he moved beside her to work. The thought had occured to her that the language barrier should be the only thing keeping them separated at the moment- her duties to be performed as a wife should not be stopped over such a thing.

When he moved she ran her teeth over her bottom lip slowly before turning to rest her hip against the counter to watch him mix the batter. Leaning forward slowly she pressed a kiss to his neck before stepping back and going on a hunt for a little cinnamon and the bottle of syrup. All the while humming softly to herself in her search, rising to her tippy toes to check a back shelf and in doing so exposing the black boyshorts beneath the large t-shirt covering her upper half.