Dimya + “wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me”
A/N: I meant to write a domestic Dimya one-shot which quickly was dismissed for a college party AU (which may have turned into a Thirsty for Dima one-shot I regret nothing)
Music was blaring loud over the speakers in the common room.It was one of the latest big generic pop songs; maybe something by ArianaGrande or Nicki Minaj or Dua Lipa or Halsey, Anya couldn’t tell. It was thedifficult to make out over the hoarse voices of college frats and partycrashers, making up one big off-key chorus. The song slowly smoothed over intoanother song, a song that Anya did in fact recognize: “Sucker” by the JonasBrothers. She had had it on repeat for several weeks now, though of course shewould never admit that to anyone. Her eyes moved over the dancefloor, trying toget a glimpse of Dmitry Sudayev, arguably the hottest guy in college. He hadthose fine Eastern European features that he had inherited from his parents;Russian immigrants that fled just before the cold war. This was commonknowledge around campus of course, not that Anya had spent her days researchingDmitry and stalking him on Instagram. Okay, she admitted she may have lookedhim up on Facebook, but who wouldn’t want to know a little more about a guywith such chiselled cheekbones? As Dmitry roamed around the room, talking tovarious people, Anya followed him with his eyes. Eventually, she decided to “shoother shot” or whatever that was called nowadays. With the song Sucker stillspinning, Anya chugged her (disgusting) beer and got up from her seat in thecorner. When he was finally alone, the final notes of the song hovered on thespeakers, slowly turning into a much slower song. Anya took a deep breath andwalked up to him, muttering encouraging words to himself under her breath. Shehadn’t noticed she was still doing that, or that it was even audible, until shewas standing right behind him, ready to tap him on the shoulder to get hisattention when he turned around before she could even touch him (what a shame,really).
“What was that?” Dmitry asked her, flashing a beautifulbright smile that honestly made her melt. Yep, he had definitely heard her. Anyachoked. She definitely should have prepared what she was going to say.
“Um, nothing,” she dismissed it, the corners of her mouthtugging up slightly. Anya shook her head and try to regain her posture,standing up a little bit straighter. “Just wanted to say hi. So.. Hi.”
Dmitry chuckled. “Hi. I don’t think we’ve met before.”
‘In my dreams we have,’ she thought to herself. Out loud,she was smarter than that, even with the alcohol in her system. “No, we haven’t.Not properly at least. I’m Anya.”
“I’m Dmitry.” God, his voice was so beautiful. Anya toldherself to focus.
“It’s nice to meet you Dmitry. Is that.. Russian?”
“Yeah, how did you know?”
“I’m Russian myself. I guess kind seeks out kind, huh?” Anyathrew in a smirk, just for fun.
Dmitry nodded. “I guess so. Would you maybe like to dance?”Dmitry made a coy bow, and Anya couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’d love to,” she answered, curtseying herself.
As they moved on to the dancefloor, Anya was very aware ofher hand in his, and she blushed. They danced for a good time, it felt likehours. Slowly they moved closer towards each other, and when Anya looked upDmitry’s eyes locked with hers. Soon, their lips would be meeting and when theyfinally did, Anya’s smile felt as wide as ever. Especially when Dmitry openedhis mouth. Slowly but surely, they made their off of the dancefloor, which wasgoing perfectly fine until Anya accidentally stumbled. They fell down together onthe floor, Anya on top of Dmitry. Both were laughing loudly, not caring whatother people might think. At least, Anya for sure wasn’t.
“How much did you drink tonight,Anya?” Dmitry laughed.
Anya couldn’t stop giggling. “I haveno idea.”
“Maybe it’s time we get you to bedthen.”
Anya knew full well that in thiscase “going to bed” actually meant sleeping, and not .. something more.
“Wait, don’t take kissing away fromme!” she protested. “I like kissing you.”
“How about we continue some othertime?” he said, winking at her. Anya nodded. Yes, she would very much likethat.
