And I wonder as I lay here, in this sleepless field of dreams..

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But I can try for your heart. (part seven)
Jan 13, 2010 || 12:28 AM || comment?

And I wonder, as I lay here
In this senseless field of dreams
Do you think of me, as I think of you
As the nighttime slowly sings?




Faina sighed loudly. She knocked three more times and waited. Still no answer. She sighed again, then turned sharply on her heel and walked back to the den where the others were relaxing. There were three such dens in Viktor's home, each one with a different atmosphere. This one featured two couches and two reclining chairs. The lights were adjustable in how bright they could be set. A coffee table was in the middle of the room. This den was more for simple relaxation rather than noisy recreation. No one looked up when Faina entered the room. She plopped into one of the chairs and sighed loudly. She twirled some hair with her fingers.

"I guess they didn't want to join us," Faina stated, referring to Katerina and Nariya. Vera, who was sitting on one of the couches with Anya and Dariya, simply shrugged.

"Maybe they had something better to do than gossip about Viktor and Aleksandra," Dariya said. Anya smirked but offered no comment. She was working on a sketch of Yuliya and Galine, who were sitting together on the floor. Yuliya was painting Galine's nails.

Faina scoffed and turned away.

"Honestly Faina, why bother with jealousy? Viktor chose all of us, and we are all living together. He isn't going to stick with one girl for longer than he wants to." Dariya said.

"Who said anything about being jealous?" Faina raised her voice, and her face was turning red.

"She's right, Faina." Lidiya added, from behind the book she was reading. She set it down on the coffee table, then leaned forward in the chair, and rested her elbow on her knee. "Remember this morning with Natalia?"

"That was scary," Galine said. Everyone turned to her and Yuliya. Yuliya shook her head and closed the bottle of nail polish. She grabbed Galine's hand and blew on her nails to help the polish dry more quickly.

"Whatever." Faina mumbled. "Why should we just sit here while they're out having a good time? We should have our own party."

"Now there's a good idea!" Dariya jumped out of her seat.

"I know just what we need." She said, then ran towards the kitchen. A few minutes later she came back, bottles in tow.

"Take this," Dariya said, then unloaded the bottles into Vera's lap. She ran back to the kitchen and returned with some glasses. Vera read the label and smiled.

"Where'd you get this?" Vera asked, as she showed the bottle to Anya who also smiled.

"The kitchen, silly." Dariya replied.

"Well I hope there's enough glasses for everyone," Anya said.

"Who all wants to drink?" Dariya asked?

"We do," said a voice from the hallway. Nariya and Katerina entered the room, holding hands.

"So glad you decided to join us," Faina said unenthusiastically.

"What's her problem?" Nariya asked.

"Ignore her. We're going to have a little party!" Dariya exclaimed. She set the glasses on the coffee table. Anya, Vera, Katerina and Nariya gathered around the table. Faina sighed and reluctantly joined them. They all looked over to Yuliya and Galine.

"You interested?" Dariya asked. Yuliya glanced at Galine, then at the bottles.

"I don't know if she should.." Yuliya said.

"Why not? She's an adult!" Dariya winked at Galine. Galine smiled, then grabbed Yuliya's hand and brought her over to the table.

"It'll be safe if you're here," Galine said. Of all the girls, Yuliya had been living with Viktor the longest. And of all the girls, Galine was the youngest. Whether it was motherly instincts or that she felt bad for Galine, Yuliya took it upon herself to take care of Galine.

"Okay...maybe one or two drinks for you." Yuliya said, though she still sounded uneasy.

"Don't worry so much," Dariya said, as she opened a bottle of wine. She smiled Galine, and poured some in her glass first. She filled it only half way, then set the bottle down.

"Go ahead and try it."

Galine looked around nervously, then stared into her glass. She brought the glass to her lips, then took a gulp. Her whole body shivered and she shook her head. Dariya laughed, then poured wine into everyone else's cups. After pouring herself some last, Dariya raised her glass. "To Viktor," she said with a laugh, then took a swig. Everyone followed Dariya's lead and drank some wine. Lighthearted conversation ensued, and so did more drinking. By the time they finished the first bottle, Galine had already passed out. No one noticed until Dariya opened the third bottle, however, when she was asking who wanted another glass. The group laughed and Yuliya sighed.

"I'll...I'll bring'er back to the room, "Yuliya said slowly. Her cheeks were flushed, like many of the girls, and she was certainly feeling the effects of the alcohol.

"Do you need any help?" Dariya asked as she poured some wine in Katerina's cup. The wine spilled over the top of the glass, onto Katerina's hand and the table. Nariya smiled, took Katerina's hand, and licked some of the wine off.

"Nariya, don't!" Katerina said, jerking her hand away and wiped the excess on her pants, while the other girls giggled. Katerina's face turned an even brighter red and Nariya smiled even more.

"Ah..no.. I'll be back soon." Yuliya stood up too quickly, and had to take a second to regain her balance. She bent down and lifted Galine's limp body, carrying her like a young child. She waved to the girls then made her way out of the den. As she walked down the hall, she heard a burst of giggles and sighed. Yuliya grunted as she carried Galine. She felt the young girl's body slowly slipping, so she decided to rest against the wall for a minute. After adjusting her grip, she inhaled deeply then moved away from the wall and continued to her room. As she went around the corner, she ran into something. She stumbled backwards, then looked up.

"V-Viktor!" Yuliya exclaimed. She suddenly felt very nervous and worried what Viktor would think about them drinking.

"Yuliya." He outstretched his arms, and Yuliya carefully handed him Galine. He watched Yuliya careful as she did this. She was squirming in her skin, wondering if Viktor already knew what they were up to. He turned around without saying a word then walked with Yuliya to her room. She kept the pace slow so she wouldn't stumble too much. She had been concentration so much on walking that she nearly passed up her own room.

"Oh! Right here..." she said, and slowly opened the door. Behind it was a room that was neatly kept. It was obvious which side was Galine's and which was Yuliya's. Galine's part of the room was adorned with a lot of pink things. A pink stool was pushed under a vanity that was next to a pink dresser. Her bed had a pink bed spread, with pink pillows at the head. Yuliya's decorations were more subdued, a bed spread with a light blue and white pattern. She had a wooden chair pushed in to her vanity, and some letters taped on the wall that the vanity was up against. Yuliya sat on her bed while Viktor brought Galine to hers. He removed her shirt and pants, then laid her down, pulling the covers over her. He watched her for a moment before turning to face Yuliya. He sat on the bed next to her, and stared into her eyes. Yuliya kept her eyes locked on his. She understood how Viktor read body language to find the answers to his questions. She decided to make the first move. She leaned against him, resting her head against his chest and sighed. She wrapped her arms around him, and held him snugly.

"Did you have a nice time?"

"Hm." Viktor ran his fingers through Yuliya's hair then looked down at the top of her head.

"Yes." He replied after a moment of silence.

"Do you remember the concert you took me to?

"I remember the dress you were wearing." Viktor said with eyes closed, as if he was imagining it in his head. It was a black dress that stopped a few inches above her knees and offered a generous view of her chest.

"The concert was enjoyable as well." Viktor said, then kissed the top of her head. He grabbed her chin and tilted her head upwards. Again Yuliya had to face his piercing gaze.

"I imagine you had a nice time while I was away, as well?" It was foolish to think she could have ever fooled Viktor. He seemed to know everything at all times.

"We had a few drinks." Yuliya admitted.

"And why not?" viktor asked. He stood from the bed then held out his hand.

"Maybe you'd like to join me for a few more drinks in my room." Viktor offered. Yuliya nodded and took his hand. Together they left the room, and Yuliya shut the door gently.

"I've noticed how much you care for her." Viktor pointed out.

"She reminds me of my younger sister..." Yuliya said, her voice trailing off.

"Ah yes...her birthday is soon, I believe?"

"You remember?" Yuliya said, sounding somewhat surprised.

"Of course. You wrote home last time. But perhaps this time you can visit her?"

Yuliya's eyes grew wide. "Viktor...do you really mean it? But...I don't have a gift...or a way to get there..."

"Of course you do. I'd be more than happy to take you shopping, then I can bring you to her." Yuliya felt her heart swell. It had been a couple of years since she last saw her sister. She wrote home often, mostly to her sister. Viktor's arrival was a perfect way to leave home, but there was no way she could bring her sister as well. Their mother was lazy. She complained often about not having enough money, and any job she ever managed to get, she would always quit within a few weeks. It seemed like her mother had difficulty stick with any long term commitment, which was why her father left them. For a while, things were well, and her father held a nice position that didn't require her mother to work. When he lost his job, her mother was furious. She refused to find work, but continued to spend money until there was nothing left to spend. Eventually her father found another job, but he couldn't stand living with a woman like that. He stuck around for his daughters' sakes but he left when he found out that his wife had been sleeping with men who would buy her things. He regularly sent money for support after he left but her mother kept it for herself. Thinking about that made Yuliya wonder if she was starting to be like her mother. She wondered how her sister Marta was holding up. Marta prided herself on her academic abilities, and while she couldn't afford to go to school, they allowed her to continue as long as they could keep as bright a student as herself. Surrounding herself in her studies was how she escaped from her problems. Yuliya also wondered if her father found someone new to love, if he had new daughters. Daughters that he loved more than Marta and herself because they were not his ex-wife's children.

"Maybe we can celebrate her birthday with our father...maybe you can meet him?" Yuliya asked.

"Of course. You can call her tomorrow." Viktor said.

Once they made it to his room, Viktor led Yuliya to his bed. She sat down and watched as Viktor grabbed two shot glasses and a bottle of vodka from his minibar. He returned to her side, and handed her a glass. He opened the bottle and filled her glass first, then his own. He set the bottle on the ground then rose his glass.

"Enjoy." Viktor said, then tossed it back and swallowed in one fluid motion. Yuliya followed suit, but as the vodka slid down her throat, her whole body shuddered. Viktor poured her and himself another shot and they drank that as well. He set the bottle on the ground, then faced Yuliya. After feeling the effects of the wine, she was swimming in her own thoughts, but now that the vodka entered her system, she felt herself letting go of any cares. Viktor took off his shirt, and he moved closer to her. She looked at him for a moment, then traced a finger on his chest. His skin prickled and he delighted in her touch. He gently pushed her hand away, then pulled her shirt off as well. He pulled her close, then kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around him, and held him tightly. He laid back, so that Yuliya was on top of him. She smiled at him, then bent over and started unbuckling his belt. She undid the buttons, and slowly unzipped his pants. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as she ran her hand over his boxers. She sat upright and unhooked her bra, then laid on him, pressing her bare chest against his. Yuliya kissed his neck then whispered something into viktor's ear, which made him smile.



In the den, most of the excitement had died down. No one noticed that Yuliya never came back. Nariya and Katerina decided to leave, holding hands and stumbling on their way out. Dariya waved as she gathered the glasses with Anya and Vera's help. Faina sulked away on her own, and the trio mocked Faina's attitude. It was mostly Dariya doing impressions while the other two laughed. Vera bumped against the table, and a glass fell, shattering as it hit the ground. The three girls laughed again and Vera knelt down to pick up the shards. Dariya smirked and lowered her voice. "Yuliya, please clean the mess. Do be careful."

The three girls laughed again then left the room. Dariya lingered for a moment as she noticed Lidiya still sitting in the den. "Everything okay?" she asked. Lidiya looked up, snapping out of her daze.

"Oh. Yeah. Just heading to bed now. You need any help?" Lidiya asked. Dariya cast a sideways glance at Vera and Anya. The two girls shrugged their shoulders and Dariya shook her head.

"Um. We already picked everything up....get some rest Lid."

"Yeah..." Lidiya said, and waved them off. She picked up her book then slowly headed back to her room. She wondered if Aleksandra was back. Suddenly feeling anxious, she wanted to run back to her room, but she didn't trust herself enough, or the ground to stay level. Keeping one hand against the wall, she made her way back to her room. She opened the door slowly, and flipped on the light switch. The first thing she noticed was Aleksandra, who was curled up into a ball on her bed. She was still wearing her dress, and wasn't even under her blanket.

"Oh, Aleksandra!" Lidiya said. Aleksandra grabbed a pillow and held it over her head.

"Will you turn off the light?" Aleksandra asked with a strained voice.

"Oh...one second.." Lidiya stumbled over clothes left on the floor, then turned on a small lamp near her bed and turned off the bedroom light.

"I didn't know you were back already...how'd it go?" Lidiya asked. Aleksandra rolled over so her back was facing Lidiya.

"I'm tired. Let's go to bed."

Lidiya frowned then sighed. "Maybe in the morning then..." Lidiya said, as she struggled with taking off her clothes. She turned off the lamp then laid down, pulling her blanket up to her chin.

"I like your dress..." Lidiya said before turning over and falling fast asleep.

Aleksandra sighed, staring into the darkness for a while before closing her eyes and eventually falling asleep.

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