Couple Goals - Mysteriousimagines - Anastasia (1997) [Archive of Our Own] (2024)

Anastasia sighed dreamily, looking out the window of the cottage she just moved into. The moon sparkled beautifully and the stars seemed to glitter like diamonds. Her and Dimitri had just eloped, they just came back to Russia, their home country. Anastasia's life had been absolutely crazy for the past year, and she wanted to just settle down with her beloved Dimitri and their dog, Pooka. The two got a decent sized cottage, and with a few adjustments, it was home sweet home.
"Daydreaming already? Maybe you do miss living as royalty in France, am I right?" Dimitri teased, coming up behind her and chuckling as he stroked her hair. Anastasia blushed, turning a cute shade of pink as she faced her lover. "No.. It's just our lives have been so crazy lately, I'm so exhausted I could sleep for quite a while, I'll say." Dimitri beamed at his wife, kissing her forehead. "I guess princesses do need their beauty sleep, don't they? Let's head to bed, it's quite late."
The two retired to bed, snuggling up together while their dog nuzzled in his little doggy bed in the living room downstairs.
A few hours passed, and Dimitri woke up to hear his wife groaning softly in her sleep. He assumed it was a bad dream, so he gently roused her, holding her close. "Anya, love? Are you alright? You had a nightmare again?" She mumbled, rubbing her eyes as she sat up in bed. "I.. I can't recall.. I guess I must've had a dream again. Or maybe.. Ow.."
Dimitri was instantly concerned when he heard his precious princess stifle what seemed to be physical pain, but decided not to push any further. He reassured her she was safe, and the two went back to sleep. The morning came, and the two woke up, Anastasia being the morning person as usual. She always had a little more energy than Dimitri, or anyone else really, and that was one of the things he absolutely adored about her. Well, he adores literally everything about her, but you get it. Dimitri, however, is not in any way a morning person, and he makes it known by being grumpy anytime the two had an appointment or something to do. Today, however, there was nothing to do except relax, which was perfect. Anastasia smiled as she noticed the sunlight shone through the window, lighting up the entire bed as if it were gold.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?" Dimitri made her blush yet again with his compliments. She looked away, smiling sheepishly as she knew she loved them.
The two lay in bed for quite a while, flirting, laughing, and cuddling. It was during this time when suddenly Anastasia felt her stomach lurch with a dull ache. She knew exactly the cause, but wouldn't tell Dimitri as it was too embarrassing. Anastasia winced silently, and tried to discreetly rub her stomach, hoping Dimitri wouldn't notice. Thankfully, he didn't seem to, and the two continued their day as normal. Throughout the day, Anastasia's stomach pain kept being more and more persistent, and she found herself repeatedly trying to rub her abdominal muscles through her silk nightgown to fix it. She knew what she'd need to do to stop getting this stomach pain, however. The question was, is she willing to? Ever since Anastasia met and married Dimitri, she hasn't ever been able to fart in front of him, or fart whenever she needed to like she used to. It was simply too embarrassing, and gross. She couldn't ruin Dimitri's perception and feelings about her by doing something so crass and unladylike. She already was unladylike enough, fighting off villains back in France. Plus, Anastasia was royalty. Literally the princess of Russia. To just let loose and expel all that gas stuck inside her would surely tarnish the royal image. She was a Romanov, and Romanovs don't fart. The only time she'd be able to fart was when she used the bathroom, and even then she'd have the faucet running, and need to spray countless amounts of perfume to cover up any smells she may have left behind in the toilet.
Anyway, she couldn't do something like that in front of her beloved Dimitri. Just the thought made her face bright red. What she didn't realize was that Dimitri was watching her closely, and seeing that she kept rubbing her stomach. Was she in pain? He decided to test this theory by coming up to her and hugging her from behind, but also feeling her stomach, which would give away any possible abnormalities. He was no doctor, but listening in on the physicians in the royal palace more than ten years ago certainly wasn't harming him. He quickly came up behind his auburn haired princess, taking her by surprise as he hugged her, and discreetly felt his hands around her midsection.
"She does feel slightly harder down here.. weird.." he thought. It was puzzling, and he had little to no idea what was wrong. It could've just been Anastasia's abdominal muscles, as she did quite a lot of physical activity in the past few years. Dimitri decided to ask if she was feeling alright, and of course, Anastasia simply said she was fine, and acted completely normal. He had to get to the bottom of this though, and decided to wait until later to be more direct. About an hour later, Dimitri walked into the room Anastasia was in to ask her what she wanted for dinner when he caught her slightly bent over, clutching her stomach. She blushed and looked flustered. "Hi.. Uhh sorry.. you needed something?"
Dimitri knew his beloved was hiding something, and wasn't going to let her get away this time.
"I know something's wrong with your stomach, it's obvious. Don't dismiss this, I need to help you."
Anastasia looked away, trying to downplay her stomachache. Just then, her stomach let out a growl, which she tried to muffle by coughing unsuccessfully. Dimitri laughed, coming up from behind and hugging Anastasia.
"Yep, that confirmed it. Are you hungry? Nauseous perhaps?"
"No, and no... Dimitri.. stop guessing.."
Dimitri knew she was getting flustered and embarrassed, and he loved every minute of it.
He chuckled evily. "Is it.. perhaps bathroom trouble? Did you eat something that didn't agree with you?"
Anastasia turned a cherry red, hitting him.
" Dimitri! You do not ask a lady that, I'm a princess you know- I don't do that."
Her mischievous lover grinned, still laughing.
"Im well aware, Your Majesty~. But... You didn't answer my question. Does that mean it's true?~ Your royal pipe is clogged?~"
Anastasia could feel herself reaching critical temperatures. She was so embarrassed she could just melt away. She loved this man, but boy was he the devil sometimes. She pinched the top bridge of her nose, feeling a headache coming on form her husband's antics.
" NO, Dimitri. It.. It is not.. Shame on you. I'm getting a headache from your mischief. Look, you guessed everything, and it was all wrong. I win."

Dimitri held on to her tighter, smirking. " If anyone's mischievous around here, it's you, Princess. Don't go just yet. I haven't guessed everything."
Anastasia hoped he wouldn't guess her specific problem, she was nervous enough trying to hide it.
Dimitri slowly traced his fingers down her neck, shoulders, and then stomach and rear. He smirked, whispering in her ear.
" When's the last time her Royal Highness has broken wind?~"
Anastasia stuttered, not sure how to respond. There's no way he could've guessed that quickly. He knew he got her.
"Dimitri!! I'm not answering that.-"
He smirked again, knowing he hit the spot.
"What? I haven't seen or heard you ever break wind, and we're married."
Anastasia gave him an annoyed look, her face still alight with blush.
"Maybe it's because I don't. Have you thought of that?"

"As royal as you are, you're still human. So I know you do~ I just haven't witnessed it because you don't want me to." Dimitri taunted, softly caressing her face. Anastasia was visibly embarrassed by now, and tried to leave but Dimitri stopped her, kneeling while she stood. He gently caressed her body to calm her down and hugged her waist.

" Nothing you do will change the way I feel about you, princess. You'll always be perfect to me."

Anastasia couldn't look fully into his eyes as she was still embarrassed.
"Dimitri... I can't just do that in front of you.."
He stood up, grinning and then kissing her hand.
" Too bad, princess. I'm not going to stop bothering you until you do."

"I mean.. what makes you think I need to right now anyway?.." she questioned sheepishly.

Dimitri laughed. "You can't even remember the last time you broke wind, you're so backed up. It's so obvious you're holding back because I'm here."
He didn't give her a chance to respond, suddenly lifting her bridal style.

"Ugh...Dammit Dimitri put me down-"

He sat down on the floor, placing her sideways on his lap. The young man shook his head, holding her tight, one hand directly under her rear end, and one on her stomach.

"Not happening, princess. Not until you release all that hot air."

Anastasia was about to retort when she felt massive bubbles of gas push against her sphincter suddenly. All of a sudden, it was a lot harder to hold back as she groaned, one of her ice blue eyes straining shut.

Dimitri looked at her in disbelief, chuckling to himself.
" You're going to lose the battle, you know. I gave you herbal tea earlier for a reason, love."

Anastasia blushed. "How dare you- Ow.."

" I didn't know what was wrong with your stomach, but guessed herbal tea would do the trick, and I was right."

"Dimitri.."

"Yes?~"

"I'm on your lap, let me get off.. and remove your hand from my rear end, you womanizer.."

Dimitri looked amused, unphased by her desperate requests..

"No. You'll stay right here, just like this, and break wind. I see no problem."

Anastasia felt a huge gas cramp surge through her. The gas wanted out, and it wanted out. Now. She blushed, eyes darting anywhere but Dimitri's face as she felt her body betray her and gas start to seep out. A loud, hot burst of gas made it's way out of her, right on Dimitri's lap. He laughed, kissing the top of her head.

"I felt that right on my hand you know."

Anastasia covered her face with her hands. He pulled her hands apart, comforting her.

"You still look more gorgeous then ever, even while breaking wind." he chuckled, holding her close.

She felt more gas on it's way out, and leaned to the side to try and make it quieter. Her abs tensed as she focused on trying to ease it out.

Dimitri was shocked, seeing her lean to the side and feeling the scorching silent gas blow against his arm and lap.

" Oh? It appears the princess knows the silencer method. I didn't know a young lady like yourself would be aware of that."

Anastasia giggled, still embarrassed.
" You learn a lot of stuff when you're slumming it in an orphanage, I suppose."

Dimitri sniffed the air, smirking, to Anastasia's dismay. She'd forgotten that although silent, farts that are stored inside for long usually smell much worse than normal.
The eggy stench soon filled the air, and Dimitri was only too happy to take deep breaths, analyzing it.

" Not bad, princess. Almost as bad as mine, we should have a contest sometime. But cmon, you have to admit you're feeling a lot better inside."

"Dimitri!!!..."

He kissed his flustered wife, coaxing her to release the rest of her trapped gas right there, not bothered at all by the smell nor sound that came out of her.
He loved all of her, and when I say all, I mean all. Maybe even a little too much, but that's for the next few chapters.