A/N: Anastasia and Dimitri were my first OTP. I probably suck at writing them, but here it is. I will be taking prompts for this pairing as well.


A relentless rain pounded on the glass walls, rending them heartlessly gray.

"London." Dimitri uttered the word like a curse, rolled over in bed, and buried his face in his pillow.

"Dimitri," Anya sang, her lilt teasing. They hated London, the both of them; they generally came for the obscurity the city provided. Regardless of which city they travelled to, however, it never ceased to amuse Anya how mirthless and irritable Dimitri was in the mornings. "Wake up now. Come on. Wake up."

"No," Dimitri groaned. "It's raining."

"It's always raining in London."

"Exactly."

She ruffled his russet hair. "If you don't wake up, we'll miss the train."

"More reasons to sleep," Dimitri's muffled voice proclaimed. "I hate trains."

"But this train will lead us to Paris." Anya's hand trailed down the back of his neck, her fingers tickling the small hairs there. Dimitri made a small sound of protest.

"Paris, where there's food and wine and Sophie and Vlad and Grandmama." Her hand went ever lower, tracing the muscles of his back. "Away from rainy London."

"I do hate the weather here."

Anya quirked a brow. "Even more than winter in Saint Petersburg?"

Dimitri scoffed. "Nothing can be worse than winter in Saint Petersburg."

Anya nodded. "So, we're in agreement." Her face lit up, and she rose from the bed; Dimitri was surprised to see her fully dressed. "I've packed your bag, we should be there in an hour!"

"No," he groaned.

Anya pouted and skipped over to his side of the bed, kneeling before him so that their faces were level.

Dimitri rolled his eyes and waved a hand dismissively. "You said an hour. We have plenty of time."

Her brows met above her eyes, betraying her irritation. She tucked an errant lock of hair behind her ear. Dimitri watched these small motions with something akin to adoration. "Plenty of time for what?"

"This." His hand cupped the back of her neck, and he drew her in and kissed her.

"Mmmm." Anya's eyes clouded. "We can't."

"Uhuh." Dimitri's fingers were already unbuttoning the back of her dress. "An hour."

"We're going to be late."

"An hour, Anya." He pulled the dress past her shoulders, exposing her creamy skin. "How many times do you think we can-"

"Oh, shut it." She whacked him over the head before diving in for a kiss, cackling wildly as Dimitri pressed feather-light kisses to the skin he uncovered.

He smirked. "I think we have plenty of time."