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There was flour in her hair, and she wasn’t sure where her pants had disappeared to, but the timer was ringing. She was so close. Katya weighed the pros and cons of ignoring the ringing timer for a few minutes more but it was a pretty easy choice. Grabbing a wooden spoon off the disheveled table where she laid, Katya slapped Zak’s arse hard with the cooking utensil, her free hand clawing into his chest as her back arched and she threw her head backwards. “Trakhni menya!” The egg timer continued ringing as the smell of their breakfast filled the room.

Eric was throwing a party in a barn; a scenario Katya was not unfamiliar with. There had been plenty of barn parties growing up, much to her parents’ dismay, and when she heard there would be karaoke as well, Katya was completely sold. She had mentioned the event to Zack who was up for just about anything, which Katya greatly appreciated. If she was going to postpone moving again, she was happy to have someone up for a bit of adventure to spend her time with while she was still in the UK. Not that she was staying here for Zac, or that she even considered any sort of future with him, but they were having a good time together and there was no reason to end a good time prematurely.

“Let’s go,” she said, kissing Zak’s bare chest before pushing herself up from the floor and kicking the sheets back onto the nearby bed. She strutted to the bathroom in the buff and emerged a few minutes later with her hair and makeup done, but still needing to put some clothes on. She stood in her wardrobe and quickly pulled a top and a pair of jeans out but she hesitated at the shoes. She really missed the boots she’d lost at the Leaky Cauldron when she and Zach first hooked up, and she had yet to find another pair she was equally as fond of. Katya shrugged and grabbed a pair of black heels that would have to do.

"Da.” She heaved the pie dough onto the table in front of Zac and smiled. “You roll it for me and let me admire your cooking for once, yeah?” Katya wouldn’t really make him cook anything, partially because she enjoyed it so much, but also partly because she wasn’t sure exactly what Zack could handle in the kitchen and she very much suspected it wasn’t much. Turning her back on the naked doughboy, Katya picked up the mug of coffee she’d been poured and sipped it before inspecting the filling that was mixing itself in the bowl nicely. “After breakfast I need to go back to my flat. I have run out of clean clothes here, and would not like to be fired for going to work naked.” She grinned, her eyes glancing over to Zach and making their way noticeably to his bare nether region to drive home her point.

He was answering her question with a stupid question of his own, but Katya didn’t need an answer any longer. She’d found the mushrooms herself, though she wasn’t above kicking him out into the garden to collect some if need be. Thankfully, he seemed to have enough around the kitchen that she could make do. “Found them,” she announced, hearing his weight pausing in the doorway. Looking over her shoulder as she pulled what would have to serve as a mixing bowl from the cabinet, she spied a still fully nude Zach and smiled. She allowed him to go about his business as she prepared their food, and smirked at him, brows raised, as he reached across her to fetch a pair of mugs. “Yes, spasibo.” She moved around him to continue working, give a playful smack on his bum with the bottom of the bowl she was holding.

Men were so easy and this one was no exception, but he was fun, and Katya didn’t mind enjoying herself after a long day’s work. She was pressed up against the shelf once more but Zack appeared to have thought better of it and suggested they go elsewhere. She was all for the idea though mourning the loss of her boot would be long-lasting. They were really sodding cute. With one hand she reached around him in the dark and found the door knob, and with the other she bent over and pulled her remaining boot off, shrinking a few inches in the process. At least now she wouldn’t be limping out of the pub. With the light from the hallway making the contents of the cupboard visible, Katya gave a quick look on the floor but she still could not find her boot. Had a bloody niffler stolen it or something? Kat shrugged and gave Zack a look that said she didn’t care too much, then headed down the stairs back to the populated pub. As they passed by the bar, Katya stopped and plopped her boot onto the bar for the barkeeper. “The other is in broom cupboard upstairs.” She then promptly carried on as if it was a completely normal thing to announce that you’d lost part of your outfit in a closet and while with a man with a very noticeable hardon.

Things banged around in the dark cupboard, literally and figuratively, and Katya was having a fun enough time though by no means was her world utterly rocked as she’d been hoping. Their tight quarters might have played a part in that, to be fair, and when Pie Bloke suggested they go again at his place she shrugged in acceptance. “Ya mog by poyti na druguyu zakusku,” she said mostly to herself. She could practically hear the confidence in his voice and wondered if it was unsubstantiated ego speaking or if he knew from experience that having a mop pole rammed against your arse made for lousy foreplay. “But first, I cannot find my shoe,” she said as she pulled her jeans up over her knickers and adjusted the waist to fasten them. She’d only removed the one boot to get her trousers off enough to partake in the fun but in the shuffle it had been knocked under a shelf and lost to the darkness. If she had to hobble out of the pub with mussed up hair and a single shoe on, then she would do so confidently and tell anyone judging her to fuck off, but she really liked these boots.

He pattered about the names she’d given as an example, and her lips curled. “Incredibly so.” She took another drink of her beer as Pie Bloke gave his name. “Zak.” She shrugged. “We will see about the screaming.” She smirked at him, her eyes glancing noticeably to his lap then back to his face, daring him to make her see Merlin tonight. She kept her gaze locked on him as she took another sip. If he took too much longer to make a proper move she was half tempted to drag him into the loo and get on with it.