A/N: Brace yourselves, this is going to be a pretty long author note...
Okay, this is my very first lemon. And I don't know whether I'm using 'lemon' correctly, since this might be a little naughty, so it might be a lemon milkshake? o_o anyway, this is by far, the longest fucking chapter i've ever wrote in my entire life. I swear to God, it took me about 3 hours to write all of this, and you can't imagine how hard (literally) it got to write this when I reached the blowjob. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Erm... okay. So, I originally had A LOT to say, but I think I sort of forgot :/
oh, isn't it typical that my longest chapter would be about sex? LOL i was thinking about that and felt really guilty :P
Oh, just to make sure that nobody thinks im a girl again, i'm a GUY. hence the little joke on top ^ ... what else? if you guys like my writing style here, be sure to check out my other stories on VA, like S&D or SS. Those stories have guaranteed lemons :P
so, that's it I guess. tell me what you guys think.
oh yeah, this is a ONE-SHOT. and if you guys like it, thank lily parker for getting me to do it :)
off to take an ice cold shower...
"I don't want to have a game night!"
Rose was complaining to Dimitri, stomping her feet like a petulant little child that had not gotten her way. Dimitri just glanced back at her over his shoulder with a lift of his eyebrow, his lips twitching in amusement before continuing to walk down the corridor, his destination obvious.
It was Friday night, and Rose was looking forward to spending time with Dimitri – in bed. Not that they didn't have sex on a regular basis on other days, but Friday night was like a ritual to them. For one thing, they didn't have to sleep early, which forced them to keep their love making regrettably short. Furthermore, they didn't have to wake up early on Saturdays, so she could indulge herself a little more in having their limbs heavily intertwined in the morning.
Oh, and more sex.
Dimitri had definitely been successful in his endeavor in making her become a hussy.
"Come on, Dimitri!" she wailed, grabbing his arm and trying to steer him in the direction of the master bedroom – to no avail. That man could be damnably infuriating whenever he wanted to be. "I'm in no mood for games!"
Dimitri grinned at her, dragging her along as she tried to dig her heels into the wooden flooring to halt his progress, again to no avail. "I promise it will be fun."
"Sex is fun!" A grumbling protest.
They stopped in front of the door that Dimitri had forbidden Rose from entering until he said so. He had gotten that room redesigned about a week back. It was originally a storage area, but their apartment was big enough to accommodate them and their belongings, rendering the storage room absolutely useless.
Now, Rose felt a grudging flutter of anticipation at the prospect of finally being privy to what laid being that teak door. She decided, however, that she should give a final try to persuade Dimitri into bed. "Are you sure this can't wait till tomorrow?"
Dimitri put his hand on the knob, shaking his head and trying for a stern expression but failing terribly when he broke into another one of his grins. "No, Rose."
Rose huffed out a breath, folding her arms across her chest. "Fine! I think it's now safe to say that you won't be getting any tonight, you jerk!"
A sort of weird glint leapt into Dimitri's eyes, and he drawled, "Oh, I'm pretty sure you'll change your mind sooner or later."
Before Rose could open her mouth and tell him exactly where to stuff his confidence, Dimitri twisted the doorknob and pushed it open, revealing the interior of the mysterious room.
Rose's jaw dropped.
She decided that the man will be getting some tonight after all.
The four walls of the room were covered with red velvet fabric from floor to ceiling, giving the room a subtle yet overwhelming air of sensuality and seduction at the same time. The lighting was dim and muted; complementing the color tones beautifully. The curtains – a shade of midnight black – were drawn, providing them with some much needed privacy. The AC was cranked up, cooling the room and chasing away the humidity as stereos at two opposite corner of the room played a slow song that was, Rose recognized, by Enrique Iglesias. However, those details weren't what held Rose's immediate attention.
The nine feet billiard table at the middle of the room did.
"You like it?" Dimitri asked, sounding a little uncertain as he hazarded a glance at her expression.
Rose squealed in answer, throwing herself into his arms. "Yes, yes, yes! I love it!"
"Good." Dimitri sounded relieved and unaccountably smug. Setting Rose down on her feet gently, he strode over to the side of the billiard table and retrieved two cue sticks from the towering rack that held four. "This is what we're going to be playing tonight."
Rose felt her spirits dampen a little. "I still prefer sex," she groused, stepping forward to take one of the cues from him.
The glint returned to Dimitri's eyes as he beckoned her over. "I haven't explained the rules yet, Rose. You'll change your mind the moment you hear them."
A shiver of awareness went through Rose at his husky tone, and she forced her suddenly unsteady legs into motion. "What rules?" She whispered when she was next to Dimitri, rubbing her calf against his in a slow, sensuous movement that had him stiffening – in more ways than one, she noticed with approval and desire at the growing tent of his jeans near his groin.
Dimitri forced himself to move away from Rose, afraid that if he lingered any longer, he'll forget about the game of pool he had so meticulously thought over, rip off her clothes and just take her right where she was standing. "Right," he cleared his throat when Rose threw him a sultry look, batting her eyelashes in blatant invitation. "The rules. I'll break first, and then if I sink a – Wait, you do know the general rules, right?"
The lust in Rose's eyes faded, replaced with irritation and irk. "Are you patronizing me, Dimitri?" she asked sweetly, even as she jabbed menacingly in his direction with her cue stick. "Do you want this up your ass?"
Dimitri chuckled, never ceasing to be amazed by how feisty his woman was – he won't have her any other way. "That's settled, then. This is just like normal pool, except that each time someone sinks a ball of his or her respective kind, the other have to strip an article of clothing of the scorer's choice."
Rose perked up at the word 'strip', and she smiled slowly, seductively as comprehension dawned. "Sounds good," she purred. "Can we start now?"
Not going to fuck her before the game starts, remember?
Gritting his teeth, Dimitri shook his head, much to Rose's visible disappointment. "I'm not done with the rules yet."
Rose made a sound of frustration. "Hurry up!"
Holding back his grin, he continued, "When a player is taking the shot, the other party can distract him or her" – he looked meaningfully at Rose – "with any means necessary to ensure that he or she misses the shot."
This time, Rose gazed at him with so much heat in her eyes that Dimitri almost gave into his primal instincts and jumped her.
Almost.
But not quite.
Summoning all the control he possessed, he stood his ground. "Every player cannot take longer than a minute to make the shot. The first player to sink the black ball wins." Not able to meet Rose's gaze in fear of being unable to hold himself back any longer, he took his position at the other end of the table, setting the white ball snugly on the line.
"I'll start."
Rose watched, her pulse racing as Dimitri struck the white ball, sending it hurtling at the other fifteen balls arranged into a perfect triangle. With a loud thud, the white ball collided squarely with the yellow '1' ball, the ripple of the impact sending the rest of the balls flying in different directions.
The two balls on the outermost sides sank into the pockets immediately.
Dimitri looked up and gave her a slow smile that suddenly made her feel as if every inch of her skin was on fire. "I sank two," he said in a low, soft voice.
"Doesn't count," Rose protested weakly, her hands gripping the glossy wood of the sides of the table. "It was a break, and I wasn't trying to distract you."
Dimitri drummed his fingers against the table, the ghost of a smile playing over his lips. Kissable lips. Full lips. Rose felt dizzy. "You're trying to cheat." He accused, but there was no anger in his words.
"I'm not!"
"Fine," Dimitri said, holding out his hands. "It's still my turn anyway." He lowered his upper body, his legs apart as he prepared himself for the shot. Rose found herself being mesmerized by the bunching muscles in his thighs, his back muscles straining against his T-shirt. Too late did she remember that she was supposed to distract him, and not the other way around.
He took the shot, sinking a solid into the middle pocket.
"I wasn't ready yet!" Rose cried, rushing over to the hole and trying to retrieve the ball. "You'll have to retake the shot – "
Dimitri was beside her a moment later, his breath warm against her ear. "Rose," he muttered, a large, warm hand on her shoulder, "let me remind you that there are no losers in this game."
She shuddered, leaning back against his hard, muscular chest, reveling in the heat he emanated, the masculinity he exuded in abundance. "I don't want to lose," she whispered.
A flash of movement from the corner of her eyes was all she registered before Dimitri bit gently down on her earlobe and a moan escaped her lips. She had no idea what it was about him that evoked such a strong and wanton reaction from her, but she could never hold herself back when it came to him. "You won't lose," he promised softly, and with another tug on her earlobe with his teeth, he released her.
The moment he left, she mourned the loss of his body heat and tried her best to catch her breath, to steady the erratic beat of her heart.
"I'm not telling you this again, Rose," Dimitri said from across the table as he readied himself for another shot, this time at the purple solid to the far left pocket. "But you should really be trying to distract me instead of standing there looking beautiful."
Rose snapped to her senses and leapt into action. No way was she going to let Dimitri sink another ball. She was thankfully only behind by one, since he had sunk one of hers during the break, but she would be damned if she allowed him to increase the lead anymore. She sauntered next to him, and with Dimitri's eyes fixated on her expectantly, she let her hands have free roam all over his chest that was unfortunately, still covered by his T-shirt. At least she could feel the muscles underneath that tensed at her touch.
Dimitri sucked in a tortured breath, his hands shaking. "Jesus, Rose – "
"Take the shot." Rose planted a kiss on his cheek before snuggling her face into the hollow of his neck, inhaling deeply of his scent while she continued caressing the hard planes of his chest, earning herself a grunted curse from Dimitri. "Time's running out!"
With a blue word, Dimitri prayed and shot.
And missed by a mile.
A bubble of delighted laughter emerged from Rose's mouth, and she grinned. "Free ball!"
Dimitri sighed, regretting setting the rule of distraction. Having Rose's hands over his body made him practically oblivious to everything around him. An earthquake could probably have occurred without him even realizing it until she stops touching him; she had that big of an effect on him. "Yeah," he grumbled, "free ball."
Rose scooped up the white ball and positioned it to sink a green stripe. She gave him a quick glance, and sank it in under a second. Dimitri hadn't even reached her side yet.
"Hey, you took it too fast!"
Rose flicked her tongue out at him, triumphant. "Now, take off your socks."
Dimitri lifted an eyebrow and complied, throwing his pair of socks to the side. He stationed himself next to Rose and waited until she had picked out a ball to attempt to sink. Rose cast him an anxious glance every few seconds, as if trying to predict what he was going to do. Everytime, he just smiled at her reassuringly.
"Tick-tock," he reminded her.
Pursing her lips, she returned her eyes to the table and lifted her cue stick in preparation to hit the white ball.
Dimitri took a step forward and cupped her breasts.
Crying out at the possessive brand, Rose missed the white ball entirely, her stick hitting other balls that were scattered closely around instead. He squeezed gently on one globe next, causing her to gasp and squirm to try to get out of his searing grasp. Her flailing hand on the table swept aside a few balls, causing them to roll from their original places.
Dimitri backed away, chuckling.
Rose spun around angrily, spluttering. "What was that?" she demanded, poking her finger at his chest, her other hand on her hips. She could still feel the lingering heat of his touch and she found it hard to breathe.
"A distraction."
"That's not fair at all!" she yelled.
"It's only fair since I did exactly what you were doing to me," Dimitri laughed and Rose could only gape as he took a look at the new position of the balls on the table. "Free ball."
"So that's how you want to play?" Rose asked quietly, her expression inscrutable a few seconds later while Dimitri was looking for a good position to place his white ball so he could sink at least two balls in a turn.
Dimitri lifted his head in surprise at her calm tone. She had been livid only moments before. "That's how we're supposed to play this game."
"Okay," she flashed him a smile full of teeth. "You're asking for it."
Dimitri wondered if he had just courted the devil.
Rose smirked in satisfaction at the wary expression on Dimitri's face as he looked at the sway of her hips as she walked. He was only asking for trouble by giving her the green light to do whatever she wanted. If that was how he wanted to play, then that's how she was going to play.
The billiard table was supported by four wooden legs that were intricately designed, but Rose had no intention to pay close attention to the elegant carvings. She was more interested about the height of the legs, and whether she could fit under the table if she was kneeling. After a little glancing and gauging under the table, she deemed it possible.
Dimitri was still trying to figure out what she was doing.
Oh, if only he knew, Rose thought with a grin. He'll probably be begging for mercy.
"Oh look, it's almost a minute!" She said with a mock gasp, then pretended to be looking for something. "Did you see the chalk anywhere, Dimitri? I can't seem to find it anymore."
Dimitri frowned. "The chalk? It's right over – "
"Must have fallen to the floor." Rose bent down on all fours, patting the thick carpet with exaggerated movements of her hand. "Don't let me stop you!" she called out, already feeling giddy with desire at what she was about to do. "Take your shot!"
She heard Dimitri mutter something under his breath, but she could see clearly when he assumed his stance. Scurrying over, she cupped him, delighted when she felt that he was already hard and rigid beneath his jeans.
Dimitri hissed in a breath, swearing loudly. "Fuck!"
"What's wrong, honey?" she asked innocently, poking out her head and smiling up at his stressed face. Even with his eyes squeezed shut as if in pain and his nose scrunched up, he still managed to look as handsome as ever. "Shouldn't you be taking your shot by now?"
"How am I supposed," he wheezed, "to do that with your hand on my dick?"
"I'm sure you'll find a way."
Dimitri was on a cursing streak today. "God fucking damn it," he murmured, glancing frantically at the clock. He had about twenty seconds left before his turn will be forfeited, and that would be giving Rose a free ball. He could do this. Even with her hand stroking him up and down. He just had to compose himself –
He heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down, teeth by teeth, with excruciating slowness.
And Dimitri knew instantly that he had lost.
Rose yanked down his jeans, letting it pool at Dimitri's feet. His erection was straining against his underwear, and she skimmed her fingers over his length, enjoying the heat radiating off of it, enjoying how his thigh muscles became iron hard from tension when she touched it.
"Rose – " A strangled word.
Looking up through her lashes, she met his gaze as he looked down, his hands fisted tightly by his side. "Yes?" she asked huskily, sliding her hand underneath the waistband of his underwear to close firmly around him. His body bucked.
"Oh, fuck!"
"Move back a little, Dimitri," she murmured, moving her fist slowly up and down his silken heat.
Wordlessly, he moved back and Rose crawled out from underneath the table. She didn't mind being hemmed in by Dimitri, he made her feel small and incredibly feminine when doing so, but she wanted space for her own exploration. Refusing to let go of her grip around him, she tried to remove his underwear with one hand but found the task vexingly impossible.
"Underwear. Off," she commanded impatiently, tugging at its hem and with a groan, Dimitri assisted her by pushing it down.
Rose wet her lips and leaned forward.
Dimitri didn't know what to expect.
Well, actually, he did. But that still didn't prepare him for the pleasure almost bordering pain when Rose took him into the wet heat of her mouth. On instinct, his hands went straight to her hair, tugging gently as she drew him deeper.
He swore and tugged on her hair again, wanting her to stop before he lost control of himself.
Rose moved her hands to his thighs, digging her nails into his flesh in silent reproach as she withdrew to the blunt head before taking him in again. His hips buckled on its own accord, and Dimitri surrendered himself to the sensations crashing over him in waves and promised to himself that he would have his way with her right after.
"Stop," Dimitri croaked, his voice cracking, once again trying to pull her away. Rose didn't want to; she loved the feeling of giving her partner so much pleasure, and the crisp, masculine taste of him was just icing on the cake. Refusing to budge an inch, she held on to his thighs and continued.
With a quick motion, he pried her fingers off his thighs and stepped back, his chest heaving up and down. "Enough, Rose."
Rose glared. "I wasn't done yet."
Ignoring her, he lifted her up into the air and carried her fireman style to the bedroom. Dimitri threw her onto the bed, and in a second, he was there beside her, his lips on hers. He kissed her with a burning intensity, both of them in no mood to take it slow. His hands cupped her cheeks and angled her mouth, his tongue prodding at her lips for entrance.
Rose parted her lips, and Dimitri swept in. The kiss turned more frenzied as Dimitri struggled to find enough leverage to unbutton Rose's blouse while maintaining the contact. The first button came off, followed by the second. Sensing his urgency, Rose began from the bottom, and their hands met in the middle.
Breaking the kiss – much to Rose's dismay – Dimitri shucked off his T-shirt and flung it aside, then helped Rose out of her blouse. A lump formed in her throat when she saw how Dimitri was staring at her lacy black bra.
"Oh God," she moaned when he cupped her once again, but this time there was one less barrier between his hands and her skin. Shaping and molding her with possessive heat, he dripped a trail of kisses down her throat to her shoulder, then to the swell of her breasts. Her back arched involuntarily when he licked one nipple through the thin fabric of her bra, another breathy moan escaping her lips. His callused finger twirled around her other nipple, teasing her already sensitized flesh. The tension in her body was building up with every single touch he lavished on her, and she found herself straining to get closer to the sensations that were sweetly driving her out of her mind.
Finally, Dimitri seemed to be getting frustrated by how her bra was preventing direct skin contact and he unclasped it expertly, freeing her breasts. His teeth grazed over one nipple and Rose whimpered, crying out when he bit down lightly then swirled the peak with his tongue to ease away the sting.
"Dimitri," she beseeched, needing him inside of her. She couldn't take anymore; she felt as if she was about to combust.
"Not yet."
His head dipped lower to her navel and she trembled when his tongue laved over her skin, salty from the sheen of sweat.
"Dimitri – "
"Not yet," He repeated, but his voice was strained.
Biting her lips to stop herself from screaming with frustration, she watched breathlessly as he went even lower, until he was at the apex of her thighs. He looked up, and there was a wicked look in his eyes that told her exactly what he wanted to do.
Her hips shot off the bed at the first lick of his tongue on her sex.
His hand settled on her stomach, easing her slowly back onto the bed as he murmured words of encouragement against her heated flesh. Slowly, she forced her muscles to stop clamping together.
Dimitri's eyes met hers, and he leaned over and kissed her until her insides turned to liquid fire. Then he wriggled his way down her body again. Pure, unabashed pleasure assaulted her when his teeth raked over her clitoris, dragging another moan out of her. She was close, so close.
His tongue darted out at her sex once more, and it was enough to send her over the edge. Her climax slammed into her, wringing a scream out of her kiss-swollen lips. Riding the waves of pleasure, it felt like an eternity before she returned to herself, and Dimitri was easing himself in.
That quickly, her arousal rallied, and she lifted her hips in welcome, loving how he stretched her, loving how he filled her up so perfectly that there was no doubt in her mind that he was the one for her.
Dimitri stretched out his entire body over on top of Rose, careful to brace most of his weight on his elbows as he moved slowly in and out of her, setting the pace. But slow wasn't on Rose's mind as she spurred him to move faster by meeting him thrust for thrust, her nails digging into his shoulder. It didn't take long for him to near the end of his control, and from Rose's more and more frantic moans, she was too.
With one last long, deep thrust, he crushed his lips to Rose's and kissed her with all the passion he had inside of her even as his release speared through him, white lights winking in and out of his vision. Her inner muscles clenched around him a second later, and her answering cries of pleasure rang long in his ears after they both collapsed, spent and utterly sated.
"So," Rose murmured what seemed like hours later, even though it probably had only been about five minutes, "we haven't decided who won that game." Her bones felt too heavy to move, her brain still slow and sluggish from their love making.
Dimitri managed a weak chuckle from beside her. "We can decide that later, okay? Let me catch my breath." Their legs were tangled, and he was holding her in such a way that she was cuddled up against him, her head against his chest.
Rose felt her eyelids droop from lethargy. "You were right about one thing, though."
Dimitri took a few seconds to garner the required energy to answer. "What's that?"
Rose smiled lazily and snuggled closer, letting sleep envelop her, but not before she whispered, "There are no losers in this game."