If I Was A Rich Girl (c)

[Pasha]

Pasha's hips bucked against hers once he felt her climax. His his twisted sharply, feeling himself start to go soon after. This, he decided, was what America was all about.

[Annabelle]

Annabelle held him close, suddenly feeling exhausted. She shimmied away from him and excused herself to go to the washroom.

[Pasha]

Pasha rolled onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows as he watched her leave the room. He exhaled slowly and looked over at his clothes in a pile on the floor. How was this going to work? Should he just slip out of the room while she was in there? Did she even want him to leave? He shrugged, deciding to wait for her to return before making any decisions.

[Annabelle]

Annabelle cleaned herself off and then drank 3 glasses of water. She sighed at her bath- it was still warm- and stuck her head back in the room.

"Now how about that bath?" she left the bathroom door open for him and slid herself into her giant bathtub, sighing happily.

[Pasha]

"Oh, right!" Pasha laughed and got up out of the bed. Honestly, he had forgotten about the bath. He made his way into the bathroom and casually shut the door behind him. "How are you feeling, princess?"

[Annabelle]

"are you supposed to feel sick after alcohol? Or sex?" she asked, pouting and glancing at him.

[Pasha]

"Sick comes with alcohol," he informed her, his forehead wrinkling. He didn't want to think of the idea that sleeping with him had made her sick. "Are you unwell?"

[Annabelle]

"I am all right," Annabelle replied, glad to be in her bath. "Are you coming in or not?"

[Pasha]

"Oh, of course!" Pasha assured her. He didn't know he actually wanted her to come in! He carefully climbed into the tub and sat down at the end opposite of her, a grin on his face.

((hahaha oops, Originally posted this as Lana. Forgive me, I've been drinking.))

[Annabelle]

"I can't believe I just did that." Annabelle admitted to him, much less suave now that she was practically sober.

[Pasha]

"I can leave if you want," Pasha offered, his forehead wrinkled. "Before I go, though, I suggest bread. Lots of it. And water."

[Annabelle]

Annabellle nodded. "Good idea." She rang the bell next to her, and a maid came in, surprise on her face to see Annabelle being joined by a man. But she didn't say anything.

"Yes Miss Annabelle?"

"Can you bring me and my prince here some bread? And glasses of water?" Annabelle smiled sweetly.

The maid nodded, and walked away. Annabelle looked at Pasha and scooted into the tub to sit next to him. "I do not want you to leave yet."

[Pasha]

"Are you sure?" Pasha asked, his arm casually slipping around her shoulder. "I do not want you to be uncomfortable, princess." He paused, chewing on his lower lip. What else could he possibly say right now?

[Annabelle]

"You aren't. I just don't want you to think less of me. I'm a very important person," she assured him, worried that a prince would think she would some shameless whore.

The maid came back in, with fresh slices of bread and butter and glasses of water. "Thank you, Anya," Annabelle said, reaching for the bread and butter. She immediately felt better, and fed some to Pasha. "My maid is from Russia. I wonder if she recognized you!"

[Pasha]

"I am sure that, even if she did, she would deny it," Pasha teased her, grinning as he took a bite of the bread. "I do not think less of you, princess. I could never think less of you."