Russia laid on his stomach, his chin resting on his arms. His eyes, which often shone with mischief, were closed and his lips were pursed with concentration.
Only a few months have passed since their relationship between their people have begun to mend, but to those who are immortals, a few days or a few years made no difference. "Easy" wasn't the exact word, but the most accurate in describing how they fell back into habit. What awkwardness they felt sharing the same space, the stilted words they used to speak, melted away like snow upon touching Spring when their lips met in a kiss.
Cliche as it was, what their minds rationalized and told them over and over again that what they wanted was a mistake; it was wrong, wrong, wrong, their bodies made simple. In the brief moment where they exchanged heat, pent up frustrations, and shattered dreams, nothing existed except the two of them. Illusions of morality and imagined consequences evaporated in the reality of body sliding over bo