Wendy bit her lip. Reading the “tender” Russian words translated online wasn’t the bad thing; reading them in some cringe worthy fan fiction was the bad thing. And then having to ask someone to translate them because she was too lazy to just Google them, that was the worst.
“Dorogoi,” she tested the word over her tongue. “I think I’d embarrass him if I sent that for translation.”
Vkusno wasn’t so bad. And neither had been Davai when she had enquired a couple of months back. But the stuff that had been casually dropped in amongst smut… even Wendy could pick up on the hint that it wouldn’t be appropriate, no matter how friendly they were.
“Why couldn’t my one Russian speaking friend have liked Yuri on Ice? It would’ve made it all so much easier.” She sighed and flicked back to the fan fiction. “Oh this is bad… Yuri wouldn’t say something like that… and that’s wrong, we saw it happened in episode two… oh shit, ha!” She rolled over in bed and cackled at the ceiling.
This is so bad.
Five minutes later, she clicked on a new link. “Yuri as a dom? Not sure.”
Not once did she chuckle. In fact, she checked over her shoulder a couple of times to make sure her bedroom door really was firmly closed.
Now that was good fan fiction… and a little steamy doesn’t cover it. Whoa, I need to send Eva the link.
Her hands froze over the keyboard.
It’s one thing to share fan art and drool over the hand drawn abs, it’s totally different getting your friend to read the same porn. This feels a lot more intimate.
Heat rose sharply in her cheeks and she rubbed her fingers against the laptops hard shell, contemplating.
Maybe I’ll keep this to myself. Just for a little longer. Until the embarrassment is all gone.