If I Was A Rich Girl (c)

[Annabelle]

"What? Not as luxurious as your castle in Russia?" Annabelle teased, beginning to unbutton her dress and reach for him.

[Pasha]

If only she knew! Pasha laughed and let his hand slide around her waist. He gently pulled her close to him, his eyes looking her over slowly. "Your home is beautiful. Not as beautiful as you, but beautiful still."

[Annabelle]

"Its old and cold," Annabelle replied, letting her dress fall to the ground. "Oops." She giggled, looking at him, still hoping she wasn't being too forward....

[Pasha]

Pasha looked over her slowly, a grin soon tugging at the corners of his lips. This girl was absolutely perfect, there was no denying it. "Oh no, what happened?" he asked playfully, his eyebrow arching. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, his eyes still fixed on her.

[Annabelle]

Annabelle giggled again and pulled him to her bed, unbuckling his pants. "You're awfully cute."

[Pasha]

"Oh, am I?" Pasha asked before sitting at the edge of Annabelle's bed. "Judging by the look of your room, you've got good taste..." He gave her a wink and finished unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it slowly over his shoulders.

[Annabelle]

"I do, don't I?" Annabelle reflected. "I'm perfect. Spoiled rotten, but absolutely the best!" She laughed and kissed his shoulder.

"I'm sick of waiting. I just want to do it! I'll be good, I promise!" She told him, smiling up at him and biting her lip. She ran a hand down his bare chest. Because, really, what was better than losing her virginity to a prince?

[Pasha]

Pasha's eyes widened. This girl didn't waste any time, did she? "You're determined, yes?" he asked, his hands running up her bare sides slowly. "I think I like it."

He smiled down at her, his fingertips taking in every inch of her skin. "Whatever you want, beautiful."

[Annabelle]

Annabelle sighed- it felt so good when he touched her. Like he actually would appreciate this. Annabelle kissed him, and slowly began to lay down on her bed.

[Pasha]

Pasha leaned over her carefully as she laid back, his body hovering over hers. He reached down and gently brushed a stray piece of her face, tucking it back behind her ear before kissing her softly. He could hardly believe his luck! He could barely get the girls at Irving Hall to talk to him yet, here he was, laying in bed with a girl who was at the top of the city's social ladder!

He slid the rest of the way out of his pants, kicking them onto the floor.

[Annabelle]

Annabelle smiled up at him. He was different than most men. He generally seemed to enjoy her...and wanted to please her. She kissed him, her hands resting on his back.

[Pasha]

Pasha returned the kiss softly, smiling to himself when he found that he could still taste the wine on her lips. His hand slid up her legs slowly before coming to rest against her mid-thigh. Maybe this was what his father really meant when he referred to America as the "land of opportunity!"

He re-positioned himself so that he was laying on his side next to her, his hand moving ever so lightly across her stomach.

[Annabelle]

Annabelle was really at a loss of what to do. It felt great everywhere he touched her but she had no idea what to do with her own hands. Instead, she opted to kiss him more, caressing his cheek.

[Pasha]

A soft groan worked its way up from the back of Pasha's throat as he gradually deepened the kiss. His hand rested briefly on the middle of her stomach before lightly using his index finger to lightly trace a line up from her navel to the center of her chest.

[Annabelle]

Annabelle shivered, eager yet nervous for him to touch more. She allowed her own hand to venture downward, curiously exploring him.