So I need to start a new fic and what better than Vampire Academy? So her you go I hope you like it. It is based a year after The Last Sacrifice and makes references to Homecoming. R&R!

The water was hot as it ran down, my body turning my flesh red. Steam filled the bathroom and I sighed as the warmth soothed my muscles. I washed the sweat from my body but couldn't cleanse away the feeling of loneliness. We knew this was going to be hard but this really just sucked. Dimitri had left with Christian on the first day of December on an adventure in Europe. Well, it really wasn't so much an adventure as it was a family meeting. The Ozera's are a highly disgraced bloodline what with Christian's parents willingly turning strigoi and his aunt trying to kill one of the last living relatives of the Dragomir bloodline. The other half of his family is currently trying to put these "discrepancies" behind them: which basically means they want to get in with the future king. Christian hasn't popped the question yet but it is only a matter of time. And so now I had to spend my days standing in the back of a room as Lissa made diplomatic decision, which wouldn't be that bad if everyone wasn't so stiff. But, because Lissa is the Queen her guards take shifts to ensure her safety. A sleepy guardian is a dead Moroi. Any other Moroi would have one guardian to watch them at all times but not my Lissa. So my nights are usually filled with long runs and crappy television.

I got out of the shower and groaned. This very last night two years ago I remember crying myself to sleep thinking of Dimitri running across the country to be with someone else and tonight it seems like I would be doing the same thing. Thankfully, I didn't need to worry about Christian's sexual advances on Dimitri. I chuckled at my own joke and walked in the closet. I grabbed one of Dimitri's t shirts and slid it onto my naked body before crawling into bed. God, I miss him. My phone buzzed and I looked at the screen.

One new message from Lissa: "Mmeeerrrryy Ccchhrrriiissttmmasss!" I looked at the clock and sure enough it read out the vampire equivalent to midnight.

I chuckled and typed back: "Get to sleep your majesty. Didn't you say you have a big meeting in the morning?"

My phone buzzed and I opened my eyes and read the screen: "I cancelled it."

Lissa was not one to ignore her duties, despite the holidays: "Why?"

My phone buzzed and I leaned over once more. The screen was too bright in the dark and was beginning to screw with my eyes. "You'll see," was all it said. I rolled my eyes. I could picture Lissa getting me an expensive gift. I knew she blamed herself for Dimitri being gone. I knew Lissa would try her best to make my holiday ridiculously perfect. I laid my head back on my pillow and fell asleep before I replied to her message.

My dreams were haunted with the memory of Dimitri. I was beginning to think I was an addict. If I couldn't get my fix in reality apparently my subconscious had to take it upon itself. I could feel his skin ripple beneath my fingertips as he shuddered. His teeth bit into my bottom lip and I could feel my nails dig into his back. "Roza…" His voice was a soft moan. And then I woke up. I jumped up in the darkness…well at least I tried to. Something was holding me down. I tried to push it off me but then I heard a low chuckle. "I missed you too."

"Dimitri?!" My hand reached up behind me on the wall and flipped the light switch on. Sure enough Dimitri sat on the bed in front of me. "What are you doing here?!" He smiled and took my cheeks in his hands.

"Did you really think I would leave my Roza home alone on Christmas?" I lounged at him grabbing his neck and pulling his face to mine. God, I missed those lips. "Roza, wait." I pulled back stunned.

"What?" It came out sounding more annoyed then concerned.

"I have to warn you about something first." I could feel dread pour over me. Why couldn't we have one moment of safety and peace in our lives.

"What?"

"So since it is the holidays and we have this nice house at the court which isn't small and has two guest rooms which you wanted in case Jill and Lissa wanted to have sleepovers-"

"I never used the term sleepovers." I hated when he used terms that sounded childish. It just reminded me of the days when our love was forbidden.

"Yeah, wellisitokayifmyfamilycomesandstayswithusforalittlewhile…" His words came out in a rush.

"Huh?"

"Well. I was wondering if my family could come and stay with us. Jill will be with Lissa and Christian. Your mom and dad will have rooms at the court…"

"Of course?"

"You sound unsure. Do you mind?"

"Of course I don't mind. I love your family. But why did you act like it was a big deal to ask."

"Because I may have already invited them to stay with us."

"Dimitri!"

"I was on the phone with my sister and it kind of just came out."

"Well when are they coming?"

"Tomorrow?"

"Dimitri! Do you know how much speed cleaning I am going to have to do tomorrow to keep Yeva's mouth shut?" I slapped him in the arm but he caught my hand and pulled me back into his chest.

"All I am hearing is that we have tonight to ourselves." I looked up into his eyes and smiled. His eyes were full of a hunger that had been suppressed for too long.

"So Christian didn't keep you entertained?"

"Christian Ozera has no idea how to be sexy, Roza. It was quite disappointing." I laughed and then pulled him back so he was lying on top of me.

"I missed you so much, Dimitri."

"Oh, Roza, I hate being away from you. I love you." He leaned down and kissed me gently but I grasped his neck and pulled him down closer to me and kissed him back with all of my pent up sexual frustration. He moaned and then pulled off his duster and threw it on the ground. He broke away from the kiss and sat up.

"What now?!" He looked at me and chuckled.

"Hold on, Roza! I have to take off my shoes!" I realized that Dimitri must have just thrown his stuff down before jumping on the bed while I was sleeping. He loosened his boots just enough to allow his to rip them off and throw them on the floor and then he was back on top of my kissing my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair missing its silky touch. His lips traced my jaw as my hands slid down his spine until my fingertips toughed the hem. My fingers curved around it and I pulled it up over his head stopping his kisses for only a second. I somehow managed to slide out of the comforter that separated us. His lips were back on mine. I left my fingers to explore his torso as his wound into my hair.

"God, I missed you." He pulled me tighter into him.

"You are so beautiful, Roza." My fingers found his hip bones and followed them down to the top of his jeans. I found his belt buckle and didn't even need to look to undo it. My fingers easily found the top button on his jeans and then the zipper. His lips left my body only to pull his pants off. My fingers grabbed at his shoulder blades pulling him closer to me. And then we switched and I was on top straddling him. I watched as his eyes surveyed me taking drinking my face and my tangled hair, resting on his black v neck t shirt that I was swimming in. "God, Roza, you know what wearing my shirts does to me." And then he was on top again kissing me harder than I thought possible. I thought he was going to break me in two. I would have completely happy with that. His hands grabbed the neckline of his t shirt I was wearing and pulled. I heard the tearing sound as he yanked the shirt from my body.

"Good God, Dimitri!" My voice was hardly audible do to my heavy breathing.

"Shouldn't have worn my shirt." His lips followed down my stomach and my nails dug into his back. He was beginning to make me squirm. I need him and he knew it. I think he to pleasure in the torment this anticipation was giving me.

Dimitri was lying on my side of the bed. I rested my head on his chest. The fingers of his right hand were interlaced with those of my left. His left hand found entertainment in hair. His heart was beating beneath my ear and although we were supposed to be watching a movie my mind was engulfed with every part of him. His hand left my hair and started to trace shapes along my back. "What are you thinking about, Roza?"

"You." I looked up at him and smiled. Everything was so perfect. He arched his head and kissed the top of my nose.

"I love you."

"I love you to, Dimitri."

"How much do you love me?" I looked at him confused but being Rose I had to make a witty comment.

"Ah so now I have to find a proper measurement for my love for you. Would you like it Pounds or Liters?"

"I'm serious."

"You know how much I love you, Dimitri. I would go to the ends of the Earth for you."

"Then why won't you agree to marry me?" I walked right into that one.

"So that is what this is about? Why did you have to ruin such a perfect moment?" I got up from where I was lying and slipped off the bed. I walked into the closet and found a t-shirt of my own, a pair of shorts, and a pair of underwear. I slipped them all on before walking back into the bedroom.

"You are overreacting."

"Hardly. I've told you a thousand times that I don't want to get married."

"And why not? You tell me how much you love me and my family all the time. What is holding you back."

"I'm only 19. Ask me next year, Dimitri."

"But I want you now."

"I don't want to be a wife at the age of 19!"

"But you wouldn't be just a wife. You'd be my wife." I made the mistakes of waking towards the bed because he grabbed my wait and pulled me back on top of him. He kissed my jaw and let his lips skim across my neck. "Guardian Rose Belikov." His words whispered into my collarbone. I shivered with pleasure. I knew he felt it. I could feel his lips tug into a smile of triumph.

"Who said I would take your name." He froze, the corners of his mouth turning down. I took my advantage and slid off of him. But he just crawled on top of me.

"Oh. You don't want my name." His cockiness had fled back into him.

"Nope."

"Oh no?" His fingers pulled up my shirt and he began to place little gentle kisses down my torso.

"Nope." I felt his teeth graze against my skin and I shivered. Instinct took over and then I rolled on top of him. My mouth was on his, my hands grasping at him yanking him closer to me. I pulled my shirt over my head. My flesh begging to be against his.

"I told you I was quiet convincing." I pulled my head up to look at his smug grin.

"Hey, I agreed to nothing."

"I bet I can get you to yell yes pretty quickly." And then he was on top of me yanking at my shorts. I yelled many things that night, but didn't give him the satisfaction of yes being one of them.