Sorry about the wait, you guys!

To be honest, I'd almost forgotten about this story!

Anyway, I'll try to be quicker from now on! I've got the rest of the story pretty much written, so it shouldn't be too hard!


As Anya stood staring out at the water from the top deck, Dimitri's arm wrapped around her waist, her head tilted onto his shoulder, she had a hard time convincing herself she wasn't dreaming.

"Are we really married?" she inquired.

Dimitri smirked to himself. "Well, let's see." He pulled out a folded piece of paper from his inner vest pocket. "According to this marriage license, yes. Yes, we are."

"Hmm," Anya sighed happily.

"So unless that minister gave us a fake certificate, then yes," he smiled, turning her around to look at her. "We're married, Anya."

Anya grinned.

"Would you care to dance?"

Her eyes widened in surprise. His grin broadened and she broke into a smile. Tossing off the coat of his that she'd had wrapped around her shoulders, she curtsied and he bowed. As she held the layers of her skirt in one hand, Dimitri spun her once, then caught her hands and continued a simple waltz with her. Neither of them could have wiped the smiles off their faces if their lives had depended on it.

Dimitri let her spin away once again, then gently stopped her by placing an arm around her waist. Anya's hand fell to his chest as they circled each other. Their gazes met as their smiles finally disappeared, only to be replaced by a look of adoration, longing, and something along the lines of surprise. Dimitri barely had time to realize that they were hardly spinning anymore before Anya's hands were on his face, pulling his lips down to hers. As his hands found their way to her lower back and hers to his neck, he couldn't help pulling her closer, silently hoping she would never pull away.

A moment later, the need for air beat out passion and they slowly pulled away. Dimitri caught just a glimpse of the broad smile she was now wearing before that playful smile of his spread across his face. He suddenly swung her up into his arms and began to spin her around. Laughing hysterically, she latched her hands around his neck to hold on. He began to laugh too as he continued to swing her around.

Dimitri finally stopped spinning her. It took a few short seconds longer for her dress to stop swaying as well and even longer for them to stop laughing. When they'd finally regained control of themselves, their eyes locked... and they seemed to be hit with the same thought at the same time.

Neither of them spoke it out loud, but the way Anya's entire body clenched and the fact that Dimitri was now wringing his sweaty palms against the satiny layers of her dress made it clear they were on the same page. It felt like an eternity that they stood there, but Dimitri never put her down, never once broke eye contact. Finally, she couldn't help herself and she yawned.

Dimitri chuckled. "Tired?"

"No of course not," she said sarcastically. "Why would I have any reason to be tired?"

He smirked. "Then perhaps I should carry you to bed."

Anya's heart jolted a little at the thought, thought not necessarily in a bad way. She took another deep breath before she thought the was composed enough to reply. "Perhaps you should."

Anya hadn't actually thought about it until just then, about what Dimitri must be expecting considering it was their wedding night. The ease that had coursed through her just a few minutes before had suddenly been replaced by panic. Half of her was judging the way Dimitri was looking at her with that mischievous glint in his eye and telling Anya that she was ready, but the other had gone into shock, knowing full well she had no idea what she'd be doing. So what on earth was she going to do?

Dimitri smiled and began to make their way down to their room, all the time his mind racing with expectations. He searched Anya's face in small glimpses. He thought she looked worried too, but then maybe she was just tired. But surely she must have thought about this. It was, after all, their wedding night, their first night together as husband and wife. It really was only logical what would come next... right?

"Ah, yes. Here we are," Dimitri said as he carried Anya into their room, shutting the door with his foot.

Their eyes caught each others again and they smiled, each silently wondering if the others thoughts were reflecting their own.

"You could put me down now, you know," she teased.

"Right. Of course," he laughed, setting her feet to the rug.

Although he'd put her down, he didn't let her go. His hands simply repositioned themselves to her hips, hers to his shoulders. Taking a chance and acting on instinct, he kissed her, smiling when she fell against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. As new emotions sparked within him, he began to silently pray that she was thinking the same thing that he was, that they were going to do this. He didn't want to push her - he would never push her; he knew they were still brand new to this relationship. They hadn't even kissed until tonight; rushing into this really didn't make sense. No, he wouldn't force her if she wasn't ready... but God, did he want her to be ready.

"Dimitri - " Anya breathed.

"Yes?" he smirked, not opening his eyes.

"I... I'll be right back."

With that, she pulled out of his grasp and practically ran to the washroom. Dimitri didn't even realize what had happened until the door slammed shut behind her. Sighing, he fell onto the bed and closed his eyes. Maybe he could fall asleep and they wouldn't have to think about this until another night... Okay, that wasn't going to happen by a long shot, but hopefully he could at least calm down a bit before she came back into the room.

All chances of that were shot to hell when she almost immediately stormed back out of the washroom. "Dimitri, I - "

Anya stopped abruptly at the sight of him sprawled out across the bed, fingers laced behind his head, eyes closed, as if he was just waiting for her to come back out. As if he was anticipating... something. Something she wasn't entirely sure she was ready for. She wanted it, yes, but the thought of it terrified her. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to expect. She certainly didn't want to embarrass herself in front of her husband, especially not so soon after they were married.

Dimitri raised his eyebrows, asking her to continue, but her voice was stuck in her throat. She couldn't figure out what she wanted to say. She'd never felt so caught off guard before in her life, and as that antsy, anxious feeling in the base of her stomach increased, she suddenly felt herself blushing.

Dimitri noticed this and chuckled. "What are you thinking about?"

Anya sighed and walked to the other side of the room, crossing her arms over herself as if trying to keep warm. Dimitri suddenly realized this was not the time to taunt her. Clearly, she was feeling even more overwhelmed by this than he was, surprisingly enough.

Dimitri carefully walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind as his lips met the soft skin of her neck. "I'm nervous too, Anya."

"You are?" she gasped, turning around in his arms.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

Anya started. "Well, you've done this before." She tilted her head to the side in a confused sort of way. "Haven't you?"

He blinked in surprise, then laughed. "No, I haven't. I've done lots of things, but this is not one of them."

"Oh. I'm sorry, I just assumed you were... experienced."


"You're older, for one thing."

"Only by three years."

"And you've been a bachelor your whole life."

He raised his eyebrows, somewhere between amused and offended. "So you thought I just had meaningless flings with any girl I could get my hands on?"

"I didn't say that!"

"Okay, look," he said, smiling again as he placed his hands on her shoulders. "I see where you would get that assumption, but you're way off. I may have been a con artist, but I have some morals, believe it or not."

Anya didn't say anything. Instead, she watched his hands as they traveled down her arms and finally grasped her fingertips. She could feel his eyes piercing into her, waiting on her to say something, to let him know she was ready... but she couldn't.

"Anya?" he finally questioned.

"Yes?" she answered hesitantly.

Dimitri smiled, rubbing his thumb on the back of her hand absentmindedly. "We don't have to do this tonight."

Anya sucked in a small gasp and looked at him. "We don't?" Dimitri just smiled reassuringly and she sighed guiltily. "I'm sorry! This is all happening so fast. First my family, then Rasputin, and now we're married..."

"I know, Anya," he calmly stated. "It's alright."

"It's not that I don't want to, Dimitri, but I'm - "

"Not ready yet," he finished for her. "I understand. It's a lot to take in, and we've been rushing through it. We didn't share our first kiss until a few hours ago, so I'm surprised you even agreed to marry me tonight."

"I'm surprised I agreed to marry you at all," she taunted quietly.

Dimitri laughed. "Yeah, that too."

Anya smiled nervously. "You don't mind waiting until... until..."

"Until you're more comfortable with the idea?" he finished. "No, of course not, Anya. I love you. I can understand being nervous, but you shouldn't be scared or uncomfortable in any way."

Anya nodded, slightly dazed by his understanding of what she was feeling. "Right... That. What you said."

They laughed awkwardly together. Just as Dimitri leaned down to kiss her, their was a shrill bark and the sound of pawing at the door.

"Pooka!" Anya remembered as she rushed to let the pup in.

Dimitri rolled his eyes. He'd completely forgotten about the mutt for a few moments. They were going to have to get someone to watch that dog whenever the did decide to -

"Hey!" he shouted as Pooka jumped onto the suitcase and then up into the bed.

"What?" Anya questioned.

Dimitri waved his hands in the air, shaking away her inquiry. "Nothing."

Anya eyed him suspiciously as she gathered up some pajamas out of the suitcase and headed to the washroom to change.

Dimitri glared at the dog. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were getting in the way on purpose."

Pooka tilted his head to the side and started to pant.

"A dog, Dimitri," Dimitri mumbled to himself. "He's a dog. He can't understand."

Pooka barked once, his ears folding back pitifully.

Dimitri looked at the pitiful little pup and sighed. "You didn't do anything wrong," he said as he knelt down beside the bed, petting the dog's head. "It's just that I thought I'd be sleeping beside Anya tonight."

Just then, Anya exited the washroom wearing the same pajamas she'd worn on the Tasha, and Dimitri switched places to change clothes. Anya settled into the bed and clapped her hands. "Come here, Pooka!"

Pooka was still at the foot of the bed. He whimpered, but followed Anya's instructions. As she settled down against the pillows, he stayed restless, pacing back and forth across the sheets.

"Pooka?" she whispered. "What is it?"

Pooka whimpered and then barked at the door Dimitri had just exited through. A moment later, Dimitri reappeared wearing exactly the same thing, minus the vest. He tossed the vest back in his suitcase and reached for the spare pillow beside Anya. "Mind if I borrow this?"

Anya shook her head speechlessly and watched Dimitri as he grabbed his coat. He sat down, tossed the pillow on the ground, and lay down, using the coat as a blanket. Anya looked back at Pooka to see him roll his eyes and stare at her for a moment before moving down to the foot of the bed and curling into a ball there. Anya glanced back over at her husband...


"Yes, Anya?"

Anya sat up. "Why are you in the floor?"

Dimitri rolled over and looked at her. "I just assumed we'd have the same sleeping positions we did on the Tasha."

"Oh." She began to anxiously twist the covers in her hands and he rolled back over. "Dimitri?"

Dimitri sighed amusedly and twisted to look at her again. "Yes, Anya?"

"You could sleep up here, if you want..."

He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her. "What?"

"Well, we are married now," she shrugged. "I feel bad, sleeping in the bed while you're sprawled out on the rug."

"Yes, but..." He hesitated. "Are you sure you're comfortable with that?"

Anya nodded, keeping her eyes focused on the comforters tangled within her grasp.



"Look at me."

She looked up nervously at Dimitri.

He grinned. "Are you sure?"

At his smile, her nervousness eased. "Yes, I'm sure."

Dimitri hopped to his feet, tossing the coat on a chair and bringing the pillow with him. He pet Pooka's head in passing and the Dog stuck his tongue out happily.

"Ah, yes," Dimitri sighed as he settled into the mattress. "More comfortable than the floor."

Anya looked him over once, then inched closer and settled into bed at his side, her head on his chest and her arm sprawled across him.

Dimitri blinked in surprise, but naturally wrapped around his arm around her as he chuckled, "Much more comfortable than the floor."

"Is this alright then?" Anya whispered anxiously. "Me sleeping here?"

Dimitri smiled to himself, then reached down with and grasped her free hand in his.

"This is perfect, Anya. Perfect."

As always, I hope they're still in character, and that you enjoyed it!

I also hope there weren't too many typos or anything like that!
I didn't survey this one as thoroughly as I usually do, sorry.

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