The Lounge Room

Jesse's soft hands ran down my arms, pushing me onto the dusty couch. I fought a sneezing fit as the dust erupted in moats around us.

Way. To . Ruin. The. Moment. Much.

Go figure his hands would be soft, I bet this dude's never done any hard labour at all in his life, being a royal. Unlike some other guys...Russian guardians...no! I wouldn't think about Dimitri now, it's just wrong. I giggled as Jesse's hands moved over my shirt, tugging at it slightly. He smiled down at me, kissing my neck. He lowered his mouth again, this time trailing a fang over the exposed skin on my neck; I was overcome by a rush of adrenaline, my blood pulsed and I couldn't help but squirm beneath him in pure pleasure. Then I realised what I had just done. I fought to sit up a little and maintain a calm posture. Too late; he was already grinning from ear to ear.

"Do you want me to do it, Rose?" Jesse whispered into my ear. I pushed him back further.

"Do what?"

"You know what."

"I don't."

"Fine. Do you want me to bite you, rose?"

I cowered into the couch a little. "No way, what do I look like to you? A blood whore?!" I made it sound like I was offended. It worked and he instantly was apologetic.

"No! Of course not, I was just asking if you wanted me to bite you...you know, for a bit more fun." He smiled again, and lifted my shirt. It dawned on me at that precise moment that I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to be here. Not with him. Not with Jesse. And as I was saying "no" repeatedly, attempting to shove Jesse off me, the door flung open and he jumped off me of his own accord in a hurry. I tried to cover myself with my arms but it didn't work out so well. Dimitri's figure stood outlined by the hallway lamps in the doorway. Part of me squealed in delight, while another part of me couldn't help thinking "Woah, what the fuck is he doing here?".

I didn't need a close-up of his face to know he was extremely pissed. Apparently Jesse noticed this too since he was already backing away. Wow, some tough guy he was. I was beginning to have second thoughts about ever liking him...

"Get out!" Dimitri bellowed, his hoarse voice filling the stagnant air. "Get out NOW!"

Jesse stumbled toward me. "Y-yes, sir." He went to pull me away with him but Dimitri was already hauling him through the doorway. When Jesse was down the end of the hallway, still panting, Dimitri closed the door.

And that's when it started getting intimate.

Just kidding.

Dimitri's face was hard, his expression pained. "Do you like that guy?" he said it in an astonished voice, as though Jesse was the worst possible guy he could've caught me doing the nasty with. Come to think of it...he probably was. I felt like doing the "shifty eyes" but then I realised Dimitri was staring at me. Well...at my chest. Looking down I realised why it felt a bit breezy in here. Jesse had been in the process of ripping my shirt from my chest and it now lay in a crumpled heap at the foot of the lounge. How. Ironic.

I cleared my throat noisily. Dimitri's head snapped up, a warm pink blush spread over his cheeks.

"Um..." God this was so awkward.

Dimitri took a few hesitant steps forward. At first I thought he was going to kiss me, so I loosened my body and fluttered my eyes shut a bit...and was hit in the face with my own shirt. I caught it before it fell and pulled it back on, fixing my hair at the same time.

Then came the kissing.

Or so I thought. Dimitri sat down on the lounge beside me and sighed. I shifted closer to him, so that our arms were just brushing. He didn't seem to mind. In fact, he raised an arm and put it around my shoulders. I snuggled into his side, resting my head on his shoulder. I was content to just sit there, day dreaming about how it could be made even better.

After a few minutes Dimitri turned his head so he was looking at me again. I looked up at his gorgeous brown eyes questioningly. "Yes?"

His reply was a smile...then he leaned down. Oh my god. Was the God about to kiss me? My heart thudded against my chest, dragging my body forward as though it were attracted to his very own heart; like love-magnetism. Cool.

His lips covered mine delicately, as though he were simply trying it out for the first time. No way could Dimitri have never kissed before. I mean, LOOK AT HIM! HE BELONGS IN A HOT-GREEK-GOD SECTION IN A MUSEUM!

Excitedly, I tilted my head up, deepening the kiss. He wasn't messy, and he didn't drool on me. He held me tight and yet so softly. He was passionate with his love.

And that's how we spent the night, lying in each other's arms in a musty, deserted lounge room, kissing each other and just being purely happy. And of course nothing else happened. Dimitri wouldn't loosen the rules THAT much...unfortunately.