Fyodor was rarely home. He was out doing, god knows what.. literally. only God knows. You had somewhat of an insight of what he did, but he loved you. It was even better that you weren't an ability user.

Today, he had came at midnight, and you were washing the dishes, as he walked in, he smiles softly,

"Don't overwork yourself, мой дорогой." He murmurs, his beautiful Russian accent evident in his voice. "Let me help you." He says, and Fyodor knew you would protest because you thought he was tired, so he walked up to you before you could even speak, pressing himself against your back, his hand snaking down your skirt, pulling it down and...lets leave the rest for imagination. His action caused you to drop the dish you were washing back in the sink, biting your lip as your head tipped forward.

"So tense, are you?.." Fyodor murmurs, making a show of washing the dishes, knowing he was practically torturing you, as he relished in your soft whimpers, as you got on your tiptoes to match his height, a little bit of.. juice dripping on the ground, from the dishes, definitely.