Nastya sat at her kitchen table, her long legs crossed and a glass of wine in hand. She glanced at the clock on the wall, tapping her foot impatiently. Where was Artem? He was never late.
Just as she was about to call him, the front door burst open and Artem stumbled in, out of breath and still in his work suit. Nastya stood to greet him, a smile on her lips.
"Hey, you," she said, kissing him deeply.
Artem returned the kiss, his hands on her waist. "Hey, sorry I'm late. Work was crazy today."
Nastya waved him off. "It's fine. I was just getting hungry."
Artem noticed the food on the table and his stomach growled. "Hungry, are we?" he said, playfully raising an eyebrow.
Nastya rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, we are. Sit down and eat."
As they sat down to eat, Artem suddenly let out a yelp. Nastya looked at him in confusion as he shrank before her eyes, becoming the size of a match.
"Artem, what the hell is happening?!" Nastya exclaimed, spilling her wine.
Artem, now naked and tiny, looked up at Nastya with wide eyes. "I-I don't know, Nastya. I was just sitting down and..."
Nastya crossed her arms, trying to contain her frustration. "Well, this is just great. How are we supposed to...you know...like this?"
Artem looked down at his miniature form, then back up at Nastya. "I-I don't know, but I'm willing to try if you are."
Nastya raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, I'm willing. But don't think this means you're off the hook for whatever magic trick you just pulled."
Artem nodded, still looking nervous. Nastya leaned down to his level, a twinkle in her eye. "Alright, little man. Let's see what you're made of."
Nastya picked up Artem, examining him like a curious child. Artem blushed, trying to cover himself with his hands.
"Don't be shy, Artem. I've seen it all before," Nastya said, chuckling.
Artem took a deep breath, trying to relax. Nastya began to playfully tease him, blowing on him like a candle.
Artem giggled, his nerves fading away. Nastya smiled, "I see you still have your sense of humor, even in this form."
Nastya leaned in closer, her lips inches from Artem's. "Now, let's see if you can still make me feel as good as you used to."
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