A/N: Rated M for a reason. It'll get really, really into detail. Just thought I'd warn you now. Please read and review!

Disclaimer: Richelle Mead created Vampire Academy and all the characters involved. And I thank God everyday that she has done so.

RPOV

It was a beautiful day outside. One of the best I'd seen in a long time.

The bright rays of the sun shone down on my skin, filling me with indescribable warmth

The sun. Oh, how I missed the sun.

Especially during those days at the Academy where every single negative emotion often felt amplified, not to mention the dreariness of the winter months. Those were the days that had kept secrets from the ones I loved. The days that had been filled with angst and despair. The days where my sanity and competency where questioned.

The days that had seen death –whether or not I was ready for it.

The sun. It wouldn't hurt for it to have been there more often during those times.

Maybe it was better that way. Maybe it was supposed to be that way.

Either or, it's here now, and I wouldn't take it for granted.

I'll just continue to lie here, eyes closed, basking under its radiant warmth.

In my mind, images of the people I loved kept appearing. I didn't mind. Their smiling faces brought me peace as the wind started to pick up around my hair.

These people brought more than just substance and meaning into my life.

They were the reason I existed.

Each one of them parts of my soul.

My friends.

Lissa.

Heck, even my mother

And most importantly, the person who owned the entire thing.

It's because of him, that I probably still have one

I would do anything for his, and he would do anything for mine

That's how we were.

That's how we would always be.

Speaking of whom. Where was my love?

The wind had tapered off into a gentle breeze that tickled me from head to toe.

It was a strange feeling, as I usually and definitely was not the ticklish type.

Nonetheless, it still brought a slight smile as the corners of my lips turned upward

Suddenly, I felt the ticklish feeling magnify around my torso as it slowly crept up...and up...

Drifting in and out of consciousness, I immediately realized that I was not on my back under the sun.

But I was on my back somewhere much greater than that. So, so much greater:

Dimitri's bed.

I purposely let the smile go as my face fell back into its usual slumbering form. Time for some fun. At least on my part anyway. I loved to frustrate him, push the boundaries of his so-called self-control.

Dimitri's fingertips on my skin evoked so much power and gentleness in a single touch that it would take everything to make him believe that I was still asleep. That ticklish feeling crept higher and higher until it stopped just right under the curve of my bare breasts, covered by the softest blood red silk sheets.

I dare not open my eyes, but from the weight on the bed I could tell that Dimitri had shifted to his left side, his elbow digging into the pillow as his hand propped up his head. Meanwhile, his right hand stayed very still over my chest, as our legs lay entangled.

Oh yeah. Did I mention that we were both completely naked?

I suppressed a shudder that threatened to shake my entire body at the thought of him intimately pressed up, practically curled into mine.

This whole 'me-pretending-to-be-asleep' thing was harder than I originally thought.

Crap.

Suddenly I felt a single fingertip brush over my sheet-covered nipple. I let out a small sigh, but nothing more to make him think that I was awake.

Sighing was perfectly fine. I did it often when I was dreaming about him. Actually, I did a lot more than sigh. I moaned. Loudly. Very loudly. Dimitri had once told me this in an effort to tease me one day. Since then I had never lived it down. And quite frankly, I didn't mind that he knew how much I desired him, even though we weren't actually "doing" anything. They were all just dreams anyways.

He then pressed his lips firmly against mine, kissing me, wanting more. We had done it less than six hours ago and it was still never enough. I couldn't blame him though, since I wanted it just as bad. This feeling was insatiable. I smiled inwardly at the thought that we still had the rest of the week to spend like this. Holed up. In bed together. Oh yeah.

I contemplated the thought of just giving in. My body ached for him and it would inevitably give me away. There was no way I was gonna fool him with my whole 'still asleep' charade.

His hand had now slipped over my entire left breast, palming it as the sheets had moved down towards my waist exposing more of myself to him. At the same time, his lips ever reverent moved across my jawline to the sensitive spot below my ear.

He nipped and kissed there for a few moments, knowing that it was one of my weak spots for him.

"Rose? Is my Roza awake yet?" he murmured against my skin.

Even though it was barely a whisper, I knew that tone. That tone in his voice that said that he knew what I was up to. That I wasn't really asleep and that I was only pretending to be for the sole purpose of teasing him. Damn.