"You're a what?" Avery asked me ridiculously.

I chuckled. "A hooker. Don't make fun of me. It was the only place where they needed filled."

"So you took the job?" she joked. I slapped her arm.

"Oh my God, you make it sound like I'm an actual hooker!" I shouted, throwing my head back with laughter.

"Well if you think about it... The idea isn't thaat out there," she said, clearing her throat. I gasped and slapped her arm again. She was probably going to have a bruise there tomorrow. She moaned and rubbed the sore spot.

"But, honestly Ave, I'm telling you. It's soo worth being called a semi-degrading name to be with him," I said, my eyes dreamy. Avery snorted.

"Oh, yeah, well I guess I got to agree with you there. No denying the sexiness of Belikov," she said, licking her lips, making a loud, slobbery noise. We both laughed and continued walking. "You know what? Maybe I'll come with you to practice and hang around. Maybe I can be his personal water-girl!" she squealed, her Juicy charm bracelet jingling around her wrist. I clicked my tongue and rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, um, Ave. Sorry, but that's not going to work out. I'm just going to get it out and say it, and you better listen: You're not coming. Just go to my house and I'll meet you there when practice is over," I said, pulling out the spare key to my townhouse. She took it and jammed it in her pocket. "And don't bug my neighbors by blasting the music this time!" I made sure to include.

Now it was Avery who rolled her eyes. "God, whatever, Rose. That was, like, once. And that old bitch deserved it!"

I gasped in shock, but then ended up hysterically laughing. "Oh my God, Avery! Mrs. Lee is soo sweet! You know that!" I said. But we had to part ways now, if she was going to go to my house and I to my practice. "Now, farewell, Ms. Lazar. Please don't fuck up my house or I will cut you in your sleep," I said, half serious.

"I was only joking," she said, kissing her hand, or... well, licking it and then placing it over my lips.

"Ew!" I shouted as I wiped all her saliva off of my mouth and on my dark denim jeans. "You're really nasty, you know?"

She smirked, a wide smile pulling at her lips. "Yeah, but admit it, you wouldn't want me any other way," she said, poking my cheek. I blushed and swatted her hand away.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You know it." I began to turn away, but she called after me.

"Go get some sexy Belikov ass! Do some work, girl!" she winked. I couldn't help but get a bit excited, because I mean, Dimitri is just about the sexiest, most talented guy I've ever met. I walked away from Ave with a wide grin on my face.

I play rugby. Yeah, not the most common sport, but it has its perks. Like... Say Dimitri Belikov? The man is 6'7 and nineteen years old, a mere year and a half older than me. Technically, he's not supposed to be on the team since he's older, but he's close with the coach, and to top it off, he's one amazing player.

He's Russian. Already doing it for you? Well get this, he has burnt sienna coloured hair, and tanned skin from being in the sun so often. And the body of a God. He has muscles in places that I didn't even know had muscles! He's so tall that when he's merely standing next to me, his whole shadow envelopes my body, making me cold, and wishing for his warmth. I hated sounding like such a little fangirl, but that boy is something worth working for.

And not only is his exceptionally good looks the best part of him. He has a good sense of humor and an awesome personality. He's a down to earth guy, not like the annoying, trashy guys now a days. When I fall, I know he'll be there to offer me a hand and pull me up. Dimitri's that kind of guy. And it's just as attractive as his looks, if not hotter.

"Hathaway! Go suit up!" Grant shouted towards me, the team's main couch. Generally a composed, good guy. He was in his mid-thirties, married with a wife and two kids. I just knew not to aggravate him, he was a nightmare when he's all out of whack.

"Gotcha!" I shouted and began jogging towards the womens' locker room. I was still in my school wear, so it would take me a good five minute to change. Right as I was turning the corner to the locker room, I slammed right into a big, stocky built body, hard as a stone wall. When I knew I was about to fall backwards, probably to my death; big, strong, and no doubt totally toned arms snaked around my waist and brought me back to his–they had to be dude arms, there was no decent girl walking around with arms these large–chest. I held my hands out in front of me and put my palms against his pecks.

"Whoa, there." Came a deep and husky, laced with an accent, voice. Well what do you know? None other than Dimitri. How dandy. He held me for a couple more seconds, which I cherished–trust me, they were dearly cherished. When he gently pulled back, he looked down at me and made eye contact. "Are you okay? I didn't crush you, did I?"

I took a moment to take him in. He was in a tight, black muscle shirt and a pair of dark green short rugby shorts accompanied by white spandex underneath. His legs, super muscled, clad in a pair of rolled down knee high socks the same colour as his shorts. His cleats clicked loudly on the concrete ground as he caught his footing.

"Y-yeah." Goddamn that stutter! "I'm great, sorry for running into you," I said, slowly, or more likely reluctantly, dropping my hands that were on his toned chest to my sides. "Thanks." I offered him a million-watt smile and then quickly sidestepped him before he could see the accumulating blush on my cheeks.

I walked into the locker room and set my black Nike bag on what I thought was the ground, but then turned out to be none other than the bench, where all of my stuff ended up falling out as it topped off it. "Shit!" I cursed under my breath. I began to pull down my jeans while putting my hair up. At. The. Same. Time. Badass, right?

Once my sports bra and my fresh T-shirt was on, I pulled my black spandex over my red, lacy panties. I sifted through my bag, trying to find my shorts, but when I realized there was no hope of finding them, I pulled out my white socks with three black stripes at the top. My cleats slid on easily next. I stood up to my full 5'6 height. Not much, but taller than my mom, so I'm fine with it.

I had skin the colour of the inside of an almond. My eyes were a dark hazel, and my hair was long and wavy, a blackish-brown colour. I had a pretty hot body, if I do say so myself. Including curves in all the right places, toned legs, ample breasts, a nice, firm ass, etc. I had to smirk at myself in the mirror. I was gorgeous, I thought to myself, boosting up my self confidence a little bit.

I turned around right as I heard my name called. Was that Dimitri?

"Rose! Grant's calling for you, can you hurry up?" came his delicious, warm and juicy voice. This made me wonder if he had been standing out there the whole time.

"Just a second!" I called, now furiously looking around in my bag. "Where the hell are those shorts?" I asked myself in a low voice.

I heard the door creak open, and my breath hitched in my throat. Dimitri walked in suddenly, and I stood there like an idiot in my spandex shorts that looked more like female briefs than anything, that also had the faint outline of my lacy panties.

I looked up at him in shock, and he appeared to be doing the same. And... For some reason... It appeared that he liked what he saw. I wanted to smirk, or at least be happy, but I couldn't move. It was like I was frozen.

"Dimitri!" I suddenly shouted, standing up taller and clicking my heels together, like I was in some sort of military school or something. It was weird, but it also happened to be the way that my body reacted when I saw him. Well, that and the fact that I was beginning to get a bit wet under that heavy gaze.

"What seems to be the problem?" he asked slowly, swallowing, his eyes finally wandering back to my face. I watched his neck as his adams apple softly convulsed, lowering then going back to it's place and mostly invisible.

I diverted my eyes from his as I clasped my hands together in front of me. "Um, I think I left my, err, pants at home," I said truthfully, finally able to bring my eyes back to his. "Can you see my underwear?" I asked suddenly, realizing how weird of a question that was the second after I said it. Dimitri dropped his eyes to my lower regions suddenly, surprising the both of us, apparently. A small crimson blush formed on his cheeks, and a small smile formed on his lips as he finally tore his eyes off of me and looked at a locker.

"Yup," he said. Instantaneously, I looked down to see if they indeed did. He was right.

"Oh God!" I said, now an even deeper blush forming. I looked at him with terrified eyes. "I can't go out there!"

Right when I thought there was nothing he could say to that, he surprised me by pulling his own shorts down and handing them to me. He snorted, and I couldn't help but notice that our fingers brushed for longer than the appropriate extra second. "Yeah, um, I know those aren't going to fit you, but they're better then having guys stare at your ass," he said, almost possessively.

"Well I am a hooker," I breathed under my breath. Dimitri apparently heard that, and laughed loudly, throwing his head back.

"Oh, Roza. You are cute," he said, brushing some hair out of my face. He smiled at me before he turned around and turned to leave. "I'm sorry about walking in on you like that, it's not very gentlemanly," he admitted, looking apologetic. I smiled, shaking my head.

Damn that ass. It was firm looking and toned. If only I could touch it...

"No! I'm glad you did!" I said quickly. There was a funny look on his face. "Wait! I mean, not that you came in and saw... What you saw, but that you gave me your pants. You know, to borrow... And, um, stuff." Wow, was I good at rambling or what? Dimitri just chuckled and turned around again.

"You're welcome. I'll see you on the pitch," he said right before he closed the door behind himself.

I breathed out a sigh of relief, and then turned down to he problem at hand. I held up his pants before my face and looked at them. Damn, is his ass that big? It made me curious to find out.

Wait a moment... What does Roza mean?

xXx

"Glad you could make it, Hathaway," Grant said with a wry smile.

"Oh, you're so charming," I replied with a false smile. One of the few girls on the team, Meredith, chuckled at this.

"Indeed I am," Grant said as he called everyone together. "Alright. Break off into front and back lines." A fair amount of people went to the right side of the field, and the other to the left. I was hooker, a front, so I went to the left.

After doing a couple drills, Grant pulled me aside.

"I hate to break this to you, kid, but you're lagging."

I feigned a gasp. "Am I?"

"Are you sick? You look like you're about to heave," he said looking me over. "And what's with the big pants... Shit, are those Beli–"

"I'm on my period!" I shouted, unfortunately catching the attention of a couple people around me. Grant stopped talking and looked at me oddly. "Can I go sit down?" I asked, holding my stomach. "You know, cramps. Water helps."

Grant gave me an odd look, but then nodded. "Okay. Go stretch." He then turned from me and then started yelling at an Asian kid to stop jogging and start sprinting. I went over to the water bottles and squeezed one, squirting the water into my mouth.

"God, why does water taste so delicious right now...?" I whispered to myself, placing my hand on my hip, as I drank more before putting it down.

"Hey, Rose. Looking good out there," came a voice. I turned around, my ponytail whipping around with me. I focused on a guy, Adrian, I think. He was on the grass, booting up. I rose an eyebrow. He was decently cute, with his messy bronze hair and lean build. Definitely nothing up against Dimitri, but totally better than nothing.

"Thanks..." I said rather awkwardly, crossing my arm over my chest to stretch my arms out. Frankly, Adrian gives me the creeps. Don't mean to hate or nothing, but the kid has serious crazy issues.

"So you're a hooker?" he asked, smiling jovially now. I glared at him. "Couldn't help but notice that you're pretty good at that." He snickered. "Think you got a future career set out for you?" he added.

I sucked in a deep breath and held in my emotions. I knew my face was turning red. What a jerk. I reminded myself that I couldn't hurt everyone that bothered me. Just a couple. But I wouldn't stoop to Adrian's level. Oh hell no.

And anyway, it seemed that I didn't need to. Coincidentally, a soaring rugby ball appeared out of nowhere, slamming square into Adrian's temple. He flew back with the impact, hitting his head on a guy's knee that was sitting next to him, also putting on his cleats.

I snorted, and Adrian looked up at me, rubbing his head. Dimitri sauntered over, grinning like an idiot. "Hey, Adrian, didn't see you there. Sorry 'bout that," he said, turning to wink at me. I seriously think my heart just stopped. I smiled in return. He walked over to me and pulled me aside. He put both hands on my hips.

"Grant told me that you had, err, cramps," he said awkwardly. "I'm going to help you stretch. You see, the best thing to do when you have cramps is to stretch. Especially like this," he said, pulling my arms over my head and then bending me practically in half. I hissed in pain, and Dimitri retracted quickly.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" he asked with cautious eyes. I shook my head. "Okay then, just continue stretching the way I just showed you." I couldn't help but notice he had on a different pair of pants.

I jerked my chin at them. "Brought extra shorts?" I asked, smiling.

Dimitri chuckled. "Alway. Pays off to be ready." He was smiling back at me. God, those beautiful lips. I wanted their fullness to press heatedly against mine so badly. They looked so yummy...!

"Right," I said, realizing that I had been staring intently at him for a while. Dimitri didn't seem to mind, in fact, he just smiled.

We were stuck in our own little shared moment when we both heard our names called. "Belikov! Hathaway!" It was Grant. Damn him...! Yes, I loved him, but does he have to be such a cock block? Jeez! We exchanged looks as we met him halfway. "You feeling better?" he asked, directing his question towards me.

I nodded. "Yeah, a lot better. Dimitri helped me stretch," I told him, sending Dimitri a thankful glance out of the corner of my eye. I noticed Dimitri looking at me as well. He lifted his arms and put them on his hips.

"Good. We're doing line-outs. Rose, I know you're a hooker, but could you try being a jumper? Dimitri, I need you as a lifter." Our eyes met involuntarily once again. Well, I guess that would make sense. He was a prop, as well as utility player–meaning he could fulfill pretty much any position because of his size and weight. I mean, the guy was a beast. He could pretty much do whatever the hell he wanted.

"Don't give the ball to Rose, she might get turned on," Eddie whispered to his best friend, Mason. They were practically gay lovers the way that they whispered and talked shit to one another. It was weird, and definitely not masculine.

I, in turn, shot them both a glare. They met my gaze and glared back almost bitchily, but their eyes averted to something behind me, and their glares completely dropped and they pretended like they didn't even see me. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I crossed my arms, turning around. What had–?

Oh.

Dimitri stood with his arms crossed over his hard chest. It was lovely, because you could actually see them through his tight, black muscle, sleeveless shirt. Oh damn, those muscles were to die for. I tried not to drool, so I twirled around and stood in place.

"Mase is going to take Rose's spot as hooker and throw the ball in. Ambrose! Lifter. Rose, jumper. Dimitri! Lifter. Adrian! Lifter!" And the list went on. Meredith was the other jumper, being lifted up by Adrian and Eddie.

Lifters were... Essentially lifters. A line out was when the ball had gone out of bounds, and was thrown back in. It's a lot like soccer, except usually only the hooker position player throws the rugby ball in. Both teams line up side by side, twelve people in all, to try their chances to win the ball for their team. The hooker is supposed to throw in between the two lines of six, but usually is thrown to their side. The hooker's job is to throw it high, so that it makes it a harder target for the other team, which is why I'm being lifted in the first place. The lifters, Ambrose and Dimitri, are just that. There to lift me up.

I crossed my arms and huffed at Grant. "Jeez. You get, like, the two biggest guys to lift me. Is that some way of suggesting something...? Do you really think I need this much man-power to lift me? You know what? That's really offensive!" I shouted.

Dimitri and Ambrose chuckled subtly. Grant looked me up and down, and for a moment I thought he was seriously checking me out. I felt exposed. Ew. "Yeah, Rose, you know... Now that I look at you... You could go without a couple pounds..."

My eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets.

"Kidding. You have the perfect body type." Right as Grant said that, Dimitri nodding in agreement. Whoa... Hey there, Dimitri! "Ambrose and Dimitri are the two prominent props. The big guys. What? Do you seriously want Ivashkov to lift you?" He said Adrian's name like it was a disease, which I secretly loved when he did that. "I feel like he's going to break his back just lifting half of Meredith!"

"Okay, hey now, either you just called me weak, or Meredith super fat," Adrian said, death glaring at Grant. Then he shrugged halfheartedly. "I don't know what's worse."

Meredith gasped and slapped Adrian across the face. "Fuck you! Fucking asshole!"

"Hey, quit stealing my lines, Mer," I said, winking at her. A smile formed on her lips, but then it vanished as she turned to scowl at Adrian some more, who was currently rubbing his red cheek. Damn, I admit it, Meredith can definitely pack a slap!

"Okay, everyone shut up and get back into positions," Grant said, putting his clipboard under his arm. Dimitri and Ambrose bent practically in half to get to my waist. I felt like they were bowing to me, and some sick part of me liked that. Well, honestly, what girl wouldn't? Did I tell you how also hot Ambrose is? Practically as hot as Dimitri. "Ready... Lift! Mason throw!"

All in one second, Ambrose and Dimitri clumped up mine– err–Dimitri's pants, got a good grip, and using all their strength, lifted me. Using only my pants. That's how it's done, folks. I was in the air suddenly, and I threw my hands up as if I were on a roller coaster, about to go down a super steep drop. Mason threw the ball in the air and, thanks to Dimitri and Ambrose's height, I was practically nine feet in the air.

Let's just say, that ball was m-i-n-e.

I pulled it into my arms right as Dimitri and Ambrose lowered me in a synchronized fashion. I held the ball tightly to my chest as I took a step forward and threw the ball to my left, moving it down the line to the scrum-half, who then threw it to the left center, and then so on.

"Hey, Rose, who's pants are you wearing? They're really big; practically about to slip off those hips," Ambrose said, looking like he was trying hard not to drool as he stared at me. I blushed.

"Oh, um... You see... I left my pants at home, and–"

"They're mine," Dimitri said, finishing my stupidly composed sentence. Ambrose stared at him, wide-eyed. He looked like he wanted to say something along the lines of, Were you two doing something naughty? but, Dimitri didn't allow him to speak. "No. She just, well, needed a pair, and I always keep a spare change of clothing."

Ambrose smiled, dumbfounded, and bumped fists with Dimitri. "Way to go man," he said, casting a quick glance at my chest. I rolled my eyes, he obviously got the wrong idea.

"Do it again!" Grant demanded, and we all got back into position.

"Wait, Am, I want to try something," Dimitri said. Ambrose nodded and rolled up my pants. Dimitri's hands found the back of my thighs and squeezed, sliding them up and down until his hands were practically cupping my ass. I squeaked in alarm, but didn't do anything. "Okay, got it." Grant blew the whistle and Mason threw the ball. I was lifted into the air with ease. I caught the ball easily, shoving Meredith out of the way on accident. No hard feeling... right? I hopped not.

The boys let me down and Grant clapped. "Nicely done. Dimitri I like your tactic." Grant cut off any other conversation we could've started after that. "Great job guys. Especially you three. Hey, Hathaway, what do you think about... No, I take that back. You're too small to be a lock."

A lock was generally a utility player, someone big, like Dimitri or Ambrose.

"Remind me, Grant, why you made me a hooker in the first place?" I asked, batting my eyelashes femininely. He snorted and crossed his arms over his chest.

"It's simple. You're short, you pack a good tackle, and you're as fast as a bat flying outta hell. And I love looking at you and remembering your positions' name. Tears me to pieces," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose in between his fingers as he chuckled to himself quietly. "Jesus, Rose. You are too funny!"

I glared daggers at him, but he blew his whistle. "Next drill! Scrum. Forwards, with me; backs, go with Christian and start running some lines!" he ordered.

The forwards: Ambrose, Dimitri, Pavel, Adrian, Meredith, Eddie, Mason, and I crowded around Grant. "Okay, kiddos. You guys know what to do. Prop, hooker, prop. Second row: Gimme the two locks. Last row, flanks and 8-man!" he instructed.

My hands in the air, Ambrose and Dimitri stood on either side of me, wrapping their arms around either side of me, trying to find a good spot that they could hold tightly onto me. My left hand found Ambrose's tee, and right hand went to the armpit of Dimitri's muscle shirt. I was surprised, as well as glad to feel that it wasn't dripping with sweat.

Their hands, on the other hand, (no pun intended) went elsewhere. Ambrose's hand went straight for my shorts, grabbing my pants, err, Dimitri's shorts, but then moving to my spandex shorts, accidentally gripping my lacy panties in the process. Dimitri's large hand could practically wrap around me completely, but instead it went under my shirt and got a good grip on my sports bra. My breath hitched, but I said nothing. The two locks, Pavel and Adrian got together tight and stuck their head between our hips. Meaning, Adrian's head was in between Ambrose's and my hips, and Pavel's head was between Dimitri's and my hips. Yeah, the name hooker was sounding more and more reasonable as this practice went on today.

The two flanks, Eddie and Mason, (surprise, surprise!) binded on either side of Adrian and Pavel, gripping onto one another. Then, lastly, Meredith, eight-man, stuck her head between Adrian's and Pavel's hip and grasped their clothing. An eight-man was just there at the back of the scrum to provide extra strength for the scrum. Her only responsibilities were to pull the ball out and pass it onto the scrum-half (the in between of the front line and back line, if you're wondering), if he didn't pull it out already himself.

The other forwards on our team, and let me tell you, we have one big team, got together, all binding onto each other.

"Crouch." We all lowered to the ground, our knees bent, our asses down, backs straight. "Touch," Grant said and we all did so, or at least the front row, meaning Dimitri and Ambrose used their spare hands to touch the other front row on the other side. "Pause." We all tensed. "Engage."

I bit my mouth guard tightly between my teeth as my shoulders made contact with two other guys' from the other side. I cried out, but then again, so did pretty much everyone else. Ambrose was pulling so hard on my pants, yanking them up, then down, then up once again, giving me a super wedgie. Like, seriously? Why did he put his hand down there?

The ball was placed under me, and I stepped on it, nearly twisting my ankle. I kicked the hooker in front of me on the shin, and effectively kicked the ball back towards the back of the scrum in the process. Score!

I was suddenly aware that Dimitri's hand was yanking my sports bra down. Holy shit! Ow! Thanks to my D cup breasts, I already had cleavage like crazy, and the way he was pulling only made them pop out all the more! I was now not only crying out in pain as my shoulders were digging into the bigger ones of the guy pushing against mine, but now also there was the pressure of my tight bra.

And then, hell broke lose.

As well as my breasts.

The scrum broke apart once the scrum-half got the ball. Ambrose let go of me, and Dimitri began to, too, only his hand was a little stuck.

"Oh, fuck, Rose," Adrian said. His eyes were directed at my chest. What a mother fucking perv. I looked down. Well fuck me. The straps of my bra had broke, and thanks to my white scoop shirt... There were my boobs. Out like they were on a fucking platter.

I gasped right as Adrian's nose gushed out blood. Dimitri turned around and looked at me, and my twins, before he wrapped his arms around my chest and hugged me to him, pressing my breasts against him in the process.

"I feel like I was just on set of Girls Gone Wild..." Adrian whispered to Ambrose, who also apparently saw the show. Ambrose snorted, not able to pull his eyes from my back.

"You would have seen those, bro."

"What do you expect from me?" Adrian asked, too, his eyes trained on my back where my chest had recently been exposed. Grant looked over at Dimitri and I, only seeing my back and not front, thanks to Dimitri, and gave us a weird look.

"What're... You two doing?" he asked slowly, a bit awkwardly.

My face was buried in Dimitri's chest, clutching his shirt tightly. Dimitri didn't reply at once, and Ambrose took the initiative it seemed, as he began speaking for us.

"It appears we've had a wardrobe malfunction..." he said, a snarky smile on his lips by the sound of it. I only pressed my face harder into Dimitri, and he held his arms tighter, more possessively around me. The next thing I knew, someone poked me in the arm. I turned my head slightly to the side.

Adrian was holding a hand over his nose, and in the other hand holding a shirt. He was wearing nothing but a black, form-fitting tank top now. I slowly, reluctantly reached out and took the shirt from him, and thanks to the little privacy Dimitri offered me, I was able to slip it over my head before any other pervs got to see my junk. Because, just about every forward had crowded around now.

"We'll be right back," Dimitri announced. I gave Adrian a silent thanks, but he just blushed and looked away. With that, he let go of me and instead, placed a soft hand on my Adrian's shirt clad back and the both of us began to walk away. My blush felt like it had been permanently tattooed onto my face. I was honestly super embarrassed. Adrian and Ambrose were the two flirtiest, perverts in the whole school. And they just got a peep show. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Dimitri led me to the locker room. He took a second closing the door, and when I turned around he was walking towards me. I sat down on the bench and put my face in my hands. "Oh. My. God." I pulled a couple fingers away from my eyes so that I could see Dimitri. He kneeled before me so that we were almost the same height. Not really. Damn, this man was seriously a giant.

"It's okay, Roza. Everyone has bad days," he said soothingly.

I snorted, pulling my hair out of my face and glaring at the ground. Actually, today had been relatively good, considering I got closer to Dimitri, and believe me, I've been trying.

I nodded, standing up. I ran a hand through my hair before I walked over to the locker that had my stuff jammed into it. Dimitri stood up as well, following my movements so that he was leaning against the locker beside mine. I worked on the combo, concentrating on what my combination was.

It opened and I looked over at Dimitri quickly. "Hey, I really want to thank you for being such a nice guy," I said with a soft smile. This caused Dimitri to light up like a Christmas tree.

"Don't mention it," he said, looking elsewhere. I pulled out my bag. I placed it on the bench, knowing that it was a bench this time. I sifted through it, finding my shirt that I wore to school earlier. I looked at Dimitri, suddenly wondering why he was even in here with me. When he walked me over here, I guess I thought he would wait outside the door or something.

I smiled at him brightly. He leaned in so that we were about five inches from each other. He lifted his hand to my cheek and stroked it with his thumb. We were staring deeply into each other's eyes before I snapped out of the daze and looked away.

"I, um,—"

Dimitri stopped me before I could say anything else by crashing his lips down upon mine. My eyes widened, but then slowly came to a close as I leaned into the kiss, and replied via my lips. His other hand that wasn't cupping my cheek went to my hip and pulled me closer.

"Dimitri... What..." I didn't know what to say to this other than, "What's going on?" Rather stupidly. He opened his glazed over eyes and looked me over.

"Oh, Roza," he said softly. "You have no idea, do you?"

He broke the kiss officially and pulled back a bit, putting some space between us, though his hand still lingered on my hip.

"You don't know what you mean to me," he whispered, his eyes locking with mine. Our lips pressed together once again, and it soon enough became heated. Our mouths opened and tongues came out to play. Everything heated up suddenly, and a warm, jittery feeling filled my stomach.

His lips left mine and went to my neck. They were hot and soft, pressing careful, seemingly innocent kisses from my jaw line to my collar bone, where he took it into his mouth and sucked on it. I gasped out in a bit of shock.

I had my back pressed up against the locker now. Someone else's lock was digging into my waist, but I did nothing about it. Dimitri made me feel too good.

But then his hands were at the hem of Adrian's tee, slowly rising it over my flat, tanned stomach. I wondered suddenly which way this seemingly sweet make out session was going, but then again... Wait, what am I thinking! This is fucking Dimitri Belikov. Sexiest man to walk the earth. Powerful, dominating Dimitri. There was nothing I wanted more than him. Body and soul.

His hands slid my tee over my head, and it was discarded on the floor somewhere. I didn't care. I was now clad with my breasts out, propped up by my sports bra, making them appear even larger. Dimitri looked bewildered, but he smirked cockily. "You're beautiful," he whispered, then leaned into kiss me once again. He slipped my other, thin scoop neck top over my head. Well that was hardly fair, I was half naked and he still had all his clothes on.

My sports bra fell off easily after Dimitri ripped the side, allowing it to drop also to the floor. His hands went straight to my chest, cupping my breasts. He leaned his body again against mine, and ow, shit, the lock was seriously digging into my back now.

"Dimitri..." I slowly whispered, his ear right next to my lips. Though his mouth was on my neck, I could hear him moaning and growling as he nipped and licked my skin. "Why...?"

He looked up and met eyes with me, quickly leaning in to nip my lip. "Why what, Roza?"

"Okay," I said, now super confused. "And that Roza thing. What's that about?"

This made Dimitri smirk. He looked down and then back at me. "You're adorable, Rose. Just so you know, Roza is a nickname for Rose in Russian," he said.

"Right," I slowly said. A part of me felt slightly ashamed at myself suddenly. We had already gone so far, and yet, Dimitri and I weren't even that acquainted. He noticed that I felt a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" he asked. The tight grip of his hands on my breasts and hips loosened. "I didn't mean to be rough..."

I shook my head, telling myself not to cry. Don't Rose, something inside of me said. "I just don't... I don't know. I feel like this is just too sudden." I looked up into his eyes. He was confused. Buried under that, there was deep lust and blatant want.

"I understand," he said softly taking a step back, looking around the room, as if to see if there was anyone there. He sat down on the bench and put his head in his hands. "I'm really sorry if I've offended you in anyway; you see, that wasn't my attention."

I crossed my arms over my breasts in attempt to cover them. "Well..." I said, pouting as a blush formed over my cheeks when I looked down at him to see the earnest expression on his face. I hated to be the cock blocker. "I feel like I'm being to easy for you. We've only known each other for a little over two months."

"I don't think you're being easy," he said, his tone firm. No emotions in his eyes betrayed his words. I wanted to believe him... But something was nagging me in the back of my mind. "I've felt this way for you since I met you." Dimitri twiddled his thumbs nervously. "We went to the same high school last year you know."

I nodded. He noted this, and continued to say, "And you were a junior while I was a senior. Although we had no classes together, or no way to actually communicate with each other, I always noticed you. I beat up Jesse Zeklos when he told me he wanted you in bed. I... I don't know what came over me, but I felt so protective over you that I had to do it."

"A... A year ago?" This memory irked me. A year ago, Jesse and I had been somewhat friends with benefits. Neither of us really wanted to get together officially. It had been off and on between us, then Mason got in the mix. Mason now, as you know, is kind of bi-sexual, so that little fling ended quickly.

But at one point in our "relationship", Jesse kind of just stopped talking to me all together. I guess now I know that this was Dimitri's doing. "Yeah," he breathed, looking a little ashamed. "I'm sorry if he really meant something to you..."

"N-no!" I said, a little to fast. He eyed me. "I mean, Jesse was pretty up front about things. That seems like a typical thing of him to say. He was all talk," I said, lifting a hand to gesture at how unintelligent he was, but quickly regretted it, as my breast was suddenly cold.

Dimitri saw this, and smirked, the side of his lips curling up. "I've felt like this for a while, as you can tell." I gulped, wishing that I had met Dimitri before he was shipped off to college. "So I took my chances actually getting closer to you during rugby season," he admitted.

This made me smile a bit. I mean, both corners of my lips turned up and another blush found its way onto my cheeks. I kneeled down before him and, still covering myself, put my elbows on his knees. "What about me allures you so much?" I asked, making firm eye contact with him. A small smile formed on his lips and he looked away.

"Everything about you." He looked at me. "The way you smile at me... your long," he paused to lift a hand to brush through my hair. "silky, brown hair... The way you hold yourself up. You always just seemed like such a self-proficient being. And your laugh... Every time I heard it, my head would snap up and I would look around for you until I found..."

Dimitri couldn't finish his sentence because I reached up and cupped his cheeks, bringing him into a much needed kiss. He moaned as his hands went to my waist to hold me in place. The kiss eventually got a bit more heated, and then my tongue made its way into his mouth. They twirled around each other and then finally stopped touching as his tongue began to explore my mouth.

"Practice ends soon. Let's just leave," I said, a small smile on my lips.

Dimitri wrapped his arm around my waist and stood up. "Fine with me," he said, handing me a shirt. I pulled it over my head and picked up my bag. Dimitri ran into the boys locker room quickly to grab his stuff and then came out. He flamboyantly grabbed my hand in his and entertwined our fingers. "Grant probably forgot about us already."

"I hope so," I mumbled.

"I can drive you home, if you want," Dimitri said, leading me towards the car park. Since the majority of the team was over sixteen, everyone car-pooled or drove themselves to practice. He unlocked his car and popped the trunk. He took my bag from me and dropped it in the back. I opened the passenger seat door and got in. Dimitri was in only a moment later. "Hey," he said with a cute smirk. "So where to?"

I gave him directions to my house, and we talked about random things at first. Then things got more serious. He told me about his family; his three sisters and single mother. I explained how I never had any siblings, and I never met my father. Dimitri told me I wasn't missing much, but then on a more serious note, told me how much fun a family could be. I didn't really believe him.

"It's down that street," I said. Dimitri parked outside my appartment, and we both got out. He got my things out of the trunk and smiled.

"It would be rude not to walk you to the door," he said with a smirk.

I smiled smugly. "You're right. Come with me." He smiled and this time, wanting to be the flamboyant one, I slid my hand into his bigger one. I wasn't surprised when he closed it around mine. If anything, my heart swelled. "Do you want me to carry my bag?" I asked as we entered through the front door.

"No, it's fine."

"...Because I live on the top floor," I said with an evil smile. Dimitri just shook his head.

"I got this."

"Fine, but there are a lot of stairs..." I muttered.

"I can carry you too, if you want," Dimitri said, wagging his eyebrows.

I laughed. "Um, I'm good, thanks." When we finally got to the top, Dimitri didn't look the slightest bit tired. I, on the other hand, was beat. "Alright, this is me," I said, unlocking the door. "Hey, so where do you–"

"Are you finally home? Oh my God, the TV hasn't been working this whole time! I've been wasting away, trying to get it to work! Oh, and I broke your radio, sorry 'bout that." Dimitri and I both paused.

"Oh my gosh, I totally forgot about you..." I mumbled under my breath. I slapped my forehead. Avery walked out from around the corner with her hands on her hips, but stopped mid-stride. She gasped and grabbed my arm, pulling me to her on the other side of the wall.

"What's going on? Why the hell is that fine piece of ass here?" Avery whispered to me.

"He just wanted to drive me home, and he offered to take my stuff up... Get off me, Avery." She smiled like a Cheshire cat.

"Oh. My. God. He came over here and you two were going to fuck!" she yelled.

"No! Shut up, Avery, he can hear you!"

"You guys were totally going to fuck! But I foiled your plans, didn't I? Ahahaha! I feel so evil!"

I got away from Avery's tight grasp, and accidentally bumped into Dimitri for the second time today. "Hey," I said, a small smile on my lips. "I'll see you at next practice, kay?" I leaned up to kiss him, and Dimitri leaned down, but we both stopped. I turned my head to see Avery half peeking her head out from behind the wall. "Kindly back the fuck up," I demanded.

Avery rose both hands in the air, and a second later, I could hear her clanging around in the kitchen. When I knew she couldn't see us, I turned back to Dimitri and lifted my mouth to his. He dropped my bag and lowered his hands to my hips. We broke apart and he smiled.

"Bye," he whispered on my lips.

I watched as he turned around and waved before he closed the door behind him.

"You soo want to fuck him," said Avery from behind me.

I sighed dreamily. "Yes, yes I do."

what a nice conclusion. havent decided if this will be a two-chapter or three story. it's just a little fun im having, and im sorry if its confusing because rugby isnt too widely known as a sport. but... i play it, so it must be popular (whaaat a lie) anyway. just ask and ill clarify.