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Post by prussia on Jul 23, 2011 1:15:01 GMT -5
Maria was not in a very good mood. It was too hot, her hair was a knotted mess, she was sweaty and sticky, she was still twenty minutes away from her apartment, and verdammt she wanted a beer! Anything that would make this stupid day better, when her work had not gone as planned.
The Prussian sighed heavily, slouching against the wall of the nearest building as she grumbled to herself. Leaning down to fix her black boot – asking herself yet again why she decided to wear them – as her camera swung from her neck, Maria shifted her gaze around to try to see what shop she could duck into for a relief from the heat. Her hands lifted automatically to pull her silver hair into braid, fingers threading the strands together easily.
Over the sea of yellow taxis, she saw a familiar-looking diner. Had she seen it before? Maria decided she must have; she had probably passed over it since it seemed to be more of a family-oriented diner and therefore boring because nothing fun ever happened there. And she wasn’t one for families…apart from her little brother. Who was probably taller than her again, Scheiße.
She really needed to stop rambling in her thoughts; it wasn’t going to get her anywhere or prove that she wasn’t paying attention. Ludwig had told her something about how to improve that, but she couldn’t remember what that was.
Maria shrugged it off, deeming it as unimportant at that moment.
Managing to scurry across the street without being hit – and when she was supposed to (she had been just a little irritated when someone pulled her back, just because the damn light wasn’t green yet) – Maria pushed the door open of the diner with her camera in her hand and looked around cautiously. It didn’t look like it was completely ‘family only’ zone. There was even a bar. The Prussian smirked in triumph.
Now this could make a good day.
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Post by mailordermodel on Jul 31, 2011 20:03:00 GMT -5
It had been a long and tiring night at the diner for Katya and all she really wanted was to go home and take a long bath. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't complaining. She had worked far harder days than this back home, but this was an entirely different kind of work. There had been a birthday party earlier and the children had been so ill-mannered and badly behaved. They had tugged on her apron strings, pulled her hair, and tried to look under her skirt. She had spent the good portion of the party looking for the parents who seemed mysteriously absent. She didn't know children could be so...so...annoying! Worse than any other children she'd ever known.
But what all made it so much better was that her shift ended in less than an hour, and she had been tipped generously for dealing with all those obnoxious brats. They weren't even children, they were little demons. She was sure.
But for now she had to smile and take orders even while her back ached and her head throbbed. She was sure she looked a complete fright, as well. It was enough to drive a girl to tears! And for a moment it almost did. But Katya took a deep breath and remembered all she had to be thankful for. She swept out of the kitchen with a smile on her face, zipping across the diner with the precision and ease gained from a few months experience.
Then the albino girl walked in and demanded all her attention.
It wasn't because of her coloring. It was the way her eyes seemed to glow and the way she carried herself. It was like something had stolen away all her breath. She blushed heavily and tried to force the thoughts away, wrenching her eyes from the beautiful woman and scurrying off to her next customer. It wasn't as if this were the first time she'd had this reaction around a pretty girl. But she'd grown very good at hiding it. Hopefully someone else would serve her before Katya was done with her curren customaers and Katya wouldn't have to try and unknot her tongue.
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Post by prussia on Aug 1, 2011 15:50:16 GMT -5
Without waiting for the hostess to find her a seat, Maria headed straight to the bar. She quirked a grin as she slid into a seat almost in the center, ignoring the protests of the teenage girl following her. “I’ll buy ya a drink if you want~” the Prussian cackled, just teasing for the most part, but withdrew a roll of ones and shoved it the girl’s chest. “Take that. It’s a tip.”
She tapped her fingers on the countertop, waving a hand obnoxiously to get the barkeeper’s attention – “Any kind of German beer you have, good sir!” – and twirled in her seat to keep herself amused. Maria had always enjoyed these kinds of seat; it made drinking more fun.
Never mind that she usually fell off the seat when she was overly tipsy. No one needed to know that.
As she turned around to get a full view of the bar, her eyes immediately found a woman (she seemed to be a staff member, judging by her uniform) with the largest sized chest she had ever seen. Maria’s jaw slackened slightly, staring without even trying to conceal the fact. Now that she had a good look at her – that chest amazed her – the Prussian could see that she was rather beautiful, and very…adorable.
She watched her as she scurried through the diner, a small smile curving her lips. Now this was someone she wanted to get to know, but the other woman seemed nervous so it made Maria wonder how she would she would be able to approach her. Other than her usual tactics; but she couldn’t bring herself to do that, as the other seemed about to collapse.
The barkeep nudged her elbow, something cold touching her skin, and the Prussian jolted out of her reverie. Maria turned to him, a somewhat disgruntled look on her face from being interrupted, but that quickly faded into satisfaction when she took a sip of her beer. She sighed happily, relaxed now.
But her eyes found that woman again, and her hand that still held her camera tilted at an angle in order to take a picture as sneakily as she could. Maria snapped one quickly, trying to remain inconspicuous, and attempted to cover it by drinking her beer. If she never got to talk to her, at least she would have a memento of it.
Looking down at it, Maria stared at it for a long moment. And all of a sudden she needed to talk to her. She shifted in her chair again, watching for the woman, and waited as patiently as she could for her to come closer. Her hands were moving without thought, playing with her hair almost self-consciously.
But it seemed that the little waitress was either too busy, or trying to avoid contact. Maria wondered why, eying her curiously; she could see that adorable little flush, though, and just wanted to squeeze her cheeks and go on about how cute she was.
The woman was going to and from the door behind the bar though, and coming close to her. And the Prussian came to a decision. Once she was close enough, Maria stuck out her foot to stop her and grinned at her. “Allo, cutie~ where you goin’ after this~?”
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Post by mailordermodel on Aug 3, 2011 0:41:52 GMT -5
Katya moved swiftly with practiced ease, trying to avoid all eye contact with the pretty albino sitting at the bar. She was grateful that she hadn't come in for anything to eat, so she didn't have to serve her, but the girl's eyes seemed to follow her wherever she went. She hoped she hadn't noticed her own staring, because that was the only reason she could think of for such a beautiful girl to be staring at her. She certainly wasn't too remarkable and the other girl was simply angelic. Her hair was the color of snow on her parent's farm and her eyes...like rubies.
She blushed, pushing the wicked thought out of her mind. It was wrong to fixate on a girl who walked into the bar, especially since she didn't know what...how was it that the Americans said it? What team she batted for. She could never wrap her head around these Americans and all their sports terms. What was their obsession with Baseball and how did it relate at all to a fruit pie or their mothers? She didn't think she would ever truly speak English as they did here. No, she would always sound like an immigrant. But at least she could speak well enough to work.
Speaking of work, it was still almost time for her to go but there were still so many patrons and she was the only waitress on staff. How was it that people always seemed to come in just as she was about to get off? Was it an American custom to keep your wait staff from their families? But as the guests began to trickle out and she made her way to the kitchens with the last of the dishes she was stopped by none other than the beautiful woman she'd been trying to avoid and had almost succeeded in pushing out of her mind as she worked. But now here she was, blocking Katya's way into the kitchen and assuring that it was impossible for Katya to push away thoughts she shouldn't be thinking.
"Going?" She squeaked, English more heavily accented than usual in her surprise. "Am going home. Has been long day, da?" She chuckled nervously, hoping that she wasn't here to beat her up for staring earlier or could somehow read her mind. But the way she had called her cute, it was almost as if...But no. She had not meant anything like that by it, surely. Although it would be nice to be spoken to as the other girls in her village had been spoken to by the boys. Someone to be....sweet with? Was that the term? No, it was sweet on. She had seen it in the old American TV shows from the 50s while learning English.
"If you will excuse me, Miss. This is being staff Entrance and I must go put these dishes away." She said, trying to go around the girl's foot, very conscious of the bright blush on her face and the way her heart sped up when the girl looked at her. Please, oh please Lord in Heaven don't let her notice how very much Katya was fixated on her at the moment.
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Post by prussia on Sept 1, 2011 13:05:21 GMT -5
Maria grinned, feeling triumphant as she flexed her foot. She had caught the little waitress, and that accent – gott. So adorable. This woman was perfect material for a model, though the Prussian felt intrigue fill her as she took a closer look at that sweet, round face and the almost teary looking blue eyes. She wasn’t only adorable, but she was very beautiful.
Her eyes roved over that robust figure quickly, trying to not ogle at the size of the woman’s chest – she ignored the sudden notion of squeezing them and burying her face in between – and Maria tilted her head. She shifted in her seat, foot still held in the air as she readjusted herself. She drummed her fingers on her knee as she contemplated.
While she didn’t want to be the cause of this woman losing her job, Maria wanted to be sure that she would be able to see her again. Starting to grin, the Prussian sat forward. Her foot was still raised in the air, but she ignored how uncomfortable it was starting to get.
“Not until you agree to go out with me for a dinner and drinks, ja? Tonight? Later this week? When are you available?” Maria laughed, and stuck her hand out to pat the woman on her shoulder. “Maria Beilschmidt, at your service if you need my name! Kesesesese!”
The albino didn’t stop to think that she might have been pushing for this to happen, but that was the way she was. Diving full-on into a situation – such as trying to ask a cute girl out – just to see the result was how she lived. And to provide incentive to agree, Maria continued: “I’ll give you an awesome massage and everything~ waiting on people must be a pain in the ass, ja?”
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Post by mailordermodel on Nov 21, 2011 16:14:05 GMT -5
Oh dear, the woman, Maria, had indeed meant it like that. She panicked, looking around frantically for a way out. The old guilt and shame was back, the feeling that she was somehow letting God down by being what she was. She tried to push past it. That wasn't who she was anymore, she wasn't hiding herself. She had learned in her time here, talking with others and watching the television, that it was a good thing to do here, this "coming out".
So...perhaps it was for the best that she accepted the woman's offer. She was very beautiful, if very forward. Katya hadn't been on a date since she'd come here to America, and she had never been on a date with a woman. It might be fun! But she wouldn't know if she never took that leap. She was afraid, so afraid that the woman was joking or that something would go wrong and she would be hurt, but wasn't being brave about doing things even if they were scary? Vanya would do it, he was brave. So she would, too.
"Uh...Da. Dinner and drinks is sounding very well." She stammered out, giving Maria a shy smile. "Though I am not knowing what 'massage' is being." She gave a small confused look at that. Was it a kind of fruit? Katya was quite fond of fruit. Maybe it was like a mango, she had tried a mango once in the Market in Kiev when she was very small. She had liked it very much.
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Post by prussia on Jan 2, 2012 19:00:09 GMT -5
Maria tilted her head curiously as the other woman seemed to panic, wondering if she had said something wrong. The Prussian didn’t want to scare this one off so early, having been always so comfortable with who she was since she first realized she was attracted to both genders. Though she was finding herself leaning more towards her own sex lately…
The albino grinned widely as her offer was accepted, sitting up straight now like a proper human being and letting her foot drop. There we go; now she could relax. Maria leaned back against the bar, idly toying with her beer as she listened to the other woman, and she giggled faintly.
“Don’t know what a massage is, huh? Well! I will be giving you an awesome one, then!” Maria set down her glass and hopped off the bar stool to stand behind the Ukrainian in one bold move, gently placing her hands on the line of her shoulders. At the proximity, she found herself short of breath. The other woman smelled so good…it was all the Prussian could do to not kiss her skin right then and there, to see if she tasted the same.
Maria swallowed thickly, unable to find her voice for a moment. “Let…let me give you a preview, ja? And then…you can go back to work.” She took a deep breath as she started to knead the tips of her fingers into the tight muscles of the other’s shoulders, and leaned forward to press her lips against the shell of the other woman’s ear. “Will you tell me your name?”
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Post by mailordermodel on Jan 11, 2012 23:04:19 GMT -5
For a moment it seemed as if she would be able to go on about her business without further interruption. And while she wasn't as intent on her work as she had been before the woman had accosted her, she still realized the importance of finishing her shift before she could accompany the albino to dinner. But it was not to be, as she was stopped once more.
But this time she was stopped not by a foot in her path, but the woman's hands on her shoulders. And those hands! They were doing quite magical things to her aching shoulders! If this is what a massage was, she was definitely looking forward to seeing what else this wonderful girl could do. The tension seemed to melt out of her underneath her skilled hands and Katya couldn't help a soft moan that she was sure did nothing but encourage the woman's behavior. She blushed, ducking her head in embarrassment at her display.
She shuddered as the other girl got even closer, her ear tingling where the other's lips touched it. Her breathing became short and every nerve seemed on edge. She wanted so much to turn around and kiss the other, but that would be unacceptable. So she merely ducked her head again, coughing awkwardly.
"I am called Yekaterina Braginskaya. Katya by friends." She murmured, as red as a beet. "You...you may call me Katya, if you wish." She said, looking back at the other with a sweet smile.
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Post by prussia on Jan 28, 2012 4:48:27 GMT -5
Maria felt her breath catch in her throat as she felt the woman relax under her hands, long fingers continuing to press into the stressed muscles. If she knew that she had that sort of effect on her, she would have tried this much sooner than the attempts of flirting. The Prussian moved her lips slightly, wanting to say something – but at the same time, she didn’t want anything to break this moment.
She was unable to stop herself from grinning when she heard that soft sound escaping from the other woman, unconsciously pressing their bodies together with just the lightest of touches. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Maria whispered against her ear, not pausing once with the massage.
The albino pulled away slightly as Yekaterina turned to give her a smile, lips quirking upwards in her own smile as she brought her hand up to touch the tips of her fingers to the other’s red cheeks. Oh her skin was so soft – how did she do that? “Katya…KatKat…it suits you. A very fitting name for a beautiful woman, ja?” Maria winked at her cheekily, chuckling faintly.
Lowering her head to press a butterfly light kiss to Katya’s cheek, Maria plopped herself down on her seat again and smirked mischievously. “So…are those plans for dinner and a drink still on? You tell me when you’re available, and I’ll call you. That sound like a good plan, liebe?”
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