Happy Valentine's Day :) I know I'm a day late but hey, better late than never!
Just a quick note to say that some details in this are not accurate to that of Vampire Academy/Bloodlines. But don't take too much notice as it's just a bit of Valentine's fluff ^_^
Also, I wasn't sure whether to rate this as T or M. There may be some slight explicit language and sexual 'moments' – but nothing goes into too much detail. Read at your own discretion anyway :)
Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy! Don't forget to review and let me know what you think :)
Have a great weekend.
The Lonely Hearts Club
Lissa clapped her hands together excitedly, a love struck smile plastered on her face. She sighed contently as she breathed in the beautiful scent of her bouquet of strikingly red tulips and read the small love note attached – Christian's most recent gift.
Rose grumbled in aggravation, sharing a bitter glance with Mia. On the dot of every hour since nine o'clock that morning, a gift would appear at the front door of their apartment – all beautiful, and all for Lissa.
"Aren't they beautiful?" She sighed dreamily and thrust the flowers into Rose's face, oblivious to the fact that her 'overly happy and completely in love' attitude was only pissing Rose off further.
"Yeah, yeah," Rose mumbled dully. "They're gorgeous." Lissa frowned at her friend's lack of enthusiasm and moved away to set her flowers in water. She placed them carefully in a vase on the coffee table, where they could be admired – or more accurately, despised – by her two friends.
"What's got you in such mood?" she questioned, hands on her hips.
"I hate this stupid day," Rose announced and flung herself onto the couch beside Mia. Both of them were already in sweats and baggy hoodies in preparation for the evening ahead.
"I can't see why," Lissa replied, checking her hair in the mirror one last time. "Valentine's Day is amazing – a day full of beauty and love! It's my favourite day of the year!"
"That's because you actually have a boyfriend," Mia shot back. "It's not quite the same for those of us who are alone. And I don't know why you're so pissed, Rose; you also have a boyfriend."
"A boyfriend who is in another state hours away because he's helping to save the Moroi world or whatever…He's so kind…I hate that." Rose stood again and opened the alcohol cabinet. "So basically, I am just like the rest of you single sad people on Valentine's Day."
"Dimitri will call you later," Lissa tried to comfort her friend. "Try not to get too drunk; he wouldn't be too happy if he found out."
"Yeah, well, he's not here, is he?" Rose exclaimed loudly, messily pouring a glass of wine for herself and Mia, succeeding in spilling some of its contents on the coffee table. Lissa frowned and grabbed a cloth to clean it up before it stained anything. "So he can go fuck himself while I drink my lonely sorrows away."
"Amen!" Mia cheered and downed half of her glass. Lissa looked at the two of them, a look of pity on her face.
"Hey, don't look at us like that!" Rose said as Mia ran to the kitchen. "You've got a date; you have no right to judge those of us who don't!"
"I wasn't judging you, Rose," Lissa replied, rolling her eyes and going back to checking her reflection. "Do you think I look okay? Christian told me to wear something 'nice.'"
"You look beautiful, Liss…like always." Lissa grinned.
"Thanks." Just then, the doorbell rang and Lissa reverted to clapping her hands animatedly. "He's here!"
"Have fun, bitch," Mia yelled as Lissa said goodbye to them both. She plonked a tub of ice cream into Rose's lap and both of them had started digging in before Lissa had even left the apartment. "Don't forget to use protection!" She and Rose burst into a little fit of giggles.
"Then there were two…" Rose announced. She downed her glass of wine and stood up, heading back towards the alcohol press. "I think I may need something a little stronger…" She pulled out a bottle of vodka and held it up in Mia's direction. "You in?"
"Ugh," Mia looked at it with disgust. "I think I'll stick to the wine. Vodka makes me sick and the last thing I want to do is spend the night vomiting all over the place."
"And the last thing I want to do is spend the night holding your hair back," Rose retorted. "Vodka for one then."
"So, romcom or depressing?"
"Depressing," Rose answered, not having to think about it. "I'm so not in the mood to watch a happy lovey-dovey ending right now."
"Agreed." They spent the next couple of hours sitting on that couch, shouting abuse at any romantic scene on the screen, stuffing their faces with ice cream and junk food, and drowning their sorrows in wine and vodka.
"We've…" Mia started and hiccupped. "We've finished that bottle of wine…"
Rose chuckled at her half-drunk friend. "Actually, Mia, you were the only one actually drinking the wine. I stopped quite a while ago."
"What about the vodka?" Mia squinted at the still almost-full bottle of clear liquid Rose had previously been cradling.
"Meh, I gave up on that…no amount of alcohol is going to make me feel better right now."
"Why are you so upset?" Mia demanded. "Yeah, Dimitri's not here. But you have a boyfriend who loves you, and would quite obviously do absolutely anything for you."
"Except be with me on Valentine's Day," she grumbled, giving up on her ice cream and putting it on the table along with her vodka.
"That's not his fault, Rose," Mia reminded her, being surprisingly logically considering the amount of wine that was coursing through her system. "You guys are always going on about how important your work is…and by being where he is, he's protecting Jill and therefore, Lissa's line and her place on the throne."
Silence enveloped them and Rose processed her words.
"It still means that I'm alone on Valentine's Day and will be going to bed alone tonight…" Rose gave out, crossing her arms.
"Well, that makes two of us. Let's order a pizza."
The next hour went by slowly, while Mia continued drowning the pain of her lonely heart. Rose watched her as she steadily got more and more drunk, until eventually, she passed out on the couch.
"Ugh," Rose groaned in annoyance as Dimitri's name lit up on her phone, his personalised ringtone filling the silent room. She let it go to her voicemail, not being able to bear hearing his voice right now.
It rang out and then rang once more. And then…
Silence.
She curled her legs up close to her body and focused on taking deep breaths, ones that were in line with Mia's quiet snores. She knew it wasn't fair to be angry with Dimitri for not being there with her; he was only doing his job after all. Not to mention the fact that she had assured him she would fine for Valentine's by herself.
But it didn't change the fact that here she was, spending the evening with her passed out friend and wallowing in self-pity. She sighed audibly and stood to start cleaning up some of the evidence of their drinking session. The doorbell rang then.
"Mia," Rose called, giving her a shove. "Pizza's here."
"Hmm…" Mia groaned and turned so that she was facing into the couch.
"All for me then." Rose grabbed Mia's purse and pulled out fifteen bucks before opening the door.
"Hey, I get this half price, right? Cos you were over thirty minut-" Rose looked up from Mia's purse and froze.
"Dimitri?"
Standing on the other side of the door was none other than her Russian boyfriend of two years.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Roza." His soft smile got wider at her stunned expression. Overcoming her shock, she squealed and flung herself into his arms, almost squashing the flowers in his hand she hadn't previously seen.
He manoeuvred his arms and wrapped them around her in a way that saved the beautiful white camellias.
"Hmm…" She felt him breath in the scent of her hair, making her smile into his neck. "I've missed you."
She pulled away from him and rested her hands on either of his cheeks. "What the hell are you doing here?" He smiled and leaned his head into one of her hands.
"I wanted to surprise you," he told her. "And I couldn't bear to be away from you; especially today."
"Good, because I was just losing my mind inside. Mia's pissed and she passed out about an hour ago."
"Let's go out then," he suggested. "Mia will be fine by herself."
"Mia," Rose moved her body in close to his. "…won't even know that I'm gone."
"Wine?" Rose shook her head quickly at Dimitri's suggestion.
"No, I've had too much of that tonight," she replied, making him chuckle. "I'd rather remember the night tomorrow morning." They both decided on ordering water in the end, and continued chatting in the busy restaurant. Rose playfully ran her bare foot up and down Dimitri's leg, teasing him and gazing at him seductively. As the night went on, their conversation went from meaningless catch-up chatting to double meaning, suggestive comments and touching – lots and lots of touching.
They were finished their meal and had finally decided on one glass of red, figuring it couldn't hurt.
"What do you want to do after this?" Dimitri asked her, one hand toying with his glass, the other intertwining his own fingers with hers. She leaned in close to him and whispered in his ear.
"I want to go back to your apartment." The answer itself wasn't in any way suggestive – although the sucking of his ear may have been an indicator of where Rose wanted the evening to go. It was safe to say that Dimitri had stood and paid the bill faster than a bullet leaving a gun.
They just about managed to keep their hands off each other…up until they reached Dimitri's apartment door, where the heat building between finally snapped and they attacked each other with a fiery passion that had built up for months while Dimitri had been away.
"Roza…" his lips finally broke contact and moved to her neck where he began murmuring her name among other things.
"Dimitri," she said, using her hands to guide his face up to hers. Their eyes locked and the passion that surged between them was knee buckling. He gazed into her eyes, awaiting her instructions.
"Make love to me."
Dimitri did exactly that.
He took her hand and led her quietly to his bedroom – the one she had stayed in many times while he was both here and away, wanting to be able to feel his presence at all times. Their eye contact never broke the entire way, causing them to bump into objects every now and then, but it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered to Dimitri was Rose, and to Rose, it was Dimitri.
Upon reaching the bedroom, Rose reached up and guided Dimitri's mouth down towards hers. Their lips met again, this time a lot more gently than before. She revelled in it, letting herself feel the love, heat and care flow between their bodies. Her nerves were alight with pleasure and utter happiness, his every touch sending her further and further into that special place of absolute pleasure and bliss – a place only he had ever sent her.
Despite their previously frenzied kissing and eagerness to get back to his apartment, they took it slower now; allowing themselves to appreciate the tender atmosphere. As they reached the part where clothes began to be removed, Dimitri never broke eye contact with his girlfriend, pouring the absolute adoration he felt towards her into every look and touch.
Once they both ready, he laid her back against his covers and allowed his fingers to skim against her skin without any kind of restraint. From the look on her face, she didn't mind, and permitted her own hands to caress his chest, stomach and shoulders, before finally resting on his back.
As she had asked earlier, Dimitri took control and worked her body slowly higher and higher. Her moans became a little louder and higher pitched as his groans became more and more pronounced, until finally, they reached their peaks and held each other closely.
Even afterwards, when they were finished and had come back down from their highs, Dimitri shifted so that his chest was pressed flush against Rose's back and held her closely. They spent the next hour tracing each other's arms, hands, fingers, legs and in Dimitri's case, kissing her neck, shoulder and breathing in the relaxing scent of her freshly washed hair.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Roza," he whispered into her left ear, just as she was drifting off into a blissful sleep in his arms. She felt a smile spread over her face, more than content at how her formerly crappy Valentine's Day had turned out after all.