This is my first story. I hope you like it. P.S. I don't own Vampire Academy or any of the characters. It takes place sometime after Shadow Kiss, but DIMITRI WAS NEVER TURNED! Please review. I want to hear your thoughts. If you hate it, tell me. If you like it, tell me over and over again. ;D Just kidding, just telling me what you think about this is fine. I want to know if you think I'm a good writer or not.

Chapter One

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Man I hate that stupid alarm clock! I didn't want to leave my warm comfy bed, but regrettably I had to. I knew how pissed Dimitri got when I didn't show up for practice in time.

Then, suddenly, I shot of my bed, and quickly jumped into the shower. I wanted to get to practice early today because today is Friday, a.k.a. Make Out With Dimitri Day. My favorite day of the week! :D

During the week, every morning and afternoon, we would hide our feelings for each other, and have hard core practice sessions. Except for Fridays. For both practices, we would let go of the feeling of duty, and make out with each other. We have to let out our sexual tension somehow so we can play it cool around everyone else. Well, except for Adrian because he knew about us. So, we made out every Friday.

Once I got out of the shower, I put on short shorts that made my butt look very good, if I do say so myself, and a very low cut, tight fitting tank top. I still had to arrive in practice clothes, or it would have been suspicious if every Friday, we didn't have practice clothes on. I hurried over to the gym so I could be with Dimitri as soon as possible. I hoped no one ran into me so that:

I didn't have to explain my skimpy clothing choices. I usually dressed slightly skimpy, but nothing like this.

Stop and talk with them and spend even less time with Dimitri. I was after all, already a minute late.

Explain why I was so happy so early in the morning. Because frankly, I am never ever happy in the morning especially at 5:00 A.M. (Moroi time)

Finally, explain why I was running to class. I wasn't late by Rose standards. In fact, I was way early compare to my usual standards. So people would definitely notice and wonder why I was running to practice. I didn't have a logical explanation, so if that happened, I was screwed.

Luckily, I didn't run into anyone. I ran through the door, and saw Dimitri reading an old western book. He looked up as soon as I entered, and I saw longing in his eyes as they checked out my outfit. He set down his book after marking his page. Then he stood up and moved to stand a few centimeters away from my face. I saw amusement in his eyes and he tried to fight off a grin. Then he started to kiss slow, wet kisses along my collarbone.

"You're late," he mumbled against my neck.

"No fair. Compared to my usual Rose ways, I'm early. Besides, I'm only a minute late!" I said, trying hard to concentrate to think coherent thoughts, and then put them to words. I could never think straight when my sexy Russian god was kissing me. No surprise there.

"Wrong. You're a full 3 minutes late and every minute you are late is another minute I'm not with you," he said huskily, his voice thick with amusement and emotion, which brought out a strong Russian accent from him. Then, before I could even try to begin to come up with a response, which would be almost impossible as his kisses became more passionate along my neck, his mouth moved to mine. It smothered whatever response that I attempted to say.

He backed me up against the wall trapping me with the wall behind me and his body pushing up against me. But I wasn't complaining. You wouldn't either if a Russian god was kissing you like that.

*Skip if you don't like reading romance stuff. The end of it will be marked.

Our kiss was filled with passion. We couldn't get enough of each other. One of his hands found my thigh, and he brought it up, and wrapped it around his waist. His other hand gripped my butt, and I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He gladly supported my weight. He moved one of his hands and tangled it in my hair. I took his face into my hands and my tongue traced his lips, begging for entry. He eagerly allowed my tongue access. We fought for control, and eventually he won. My hand went to the back of his neck, bringing our faces even more impossibly close. My other hand was tangled up in his hair. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth, and then it was my turn.

*It's safe to read the rest of the story now

Just as my tongue entered his mouth, I heard a, "WHAT THE HECK," behind me. We broke apart and looked at who had spoken. It was Janine Hathaway, a.k.a. my mother!