Just had this floating around in my head for a while. Set somewhere between Rose going on part-time trials and the cabin scene. Only a one-shot at the moment, could possibly change upon request. Enjoy;
It was already past curfew when Rose sneaked successfully back into her dorm, and glanced around her room with the feeling that something wasn't quite right. Frowning, but unable to put her finger on it, she settled herself at her desk and eyed the piece of paper that had been giving her so much trouble lately.
An assignment from her Animal Behaviour and Physiology class. She scowled at it; this assignment was more trouble than it was worth. It was already about three weeks late, but the teacher had promised not to hold that against her – if she could get it in by first period tomorrow. If she'd still been on full time trials, it would have been impossible. As it was, she'd already left it way too late.
She reached down for her gym bag, where she'd stashed her textbook. And she found herself groping at thin air. Panicked, she pushed back her chair and ducked under the desk, eyeing the empty space fearfully.
"You're fucking joking," she groaned. A quick scan of her room answered the fearful question at the back of her mind; she'd left it in the gym.
She drummed her fingers against the wood of the desk, worrying her lip as she thought through her options. If she didn't hand in this assignment, she'd fail the class. There was really nothing for it – she'd have to run down to the gym and grab it.
Sneaking out was a lot harder than sneaking in, but a lifetime of practice had her out the back door without the matron noticing. Now she only had to make it across the sunlit oval without a Guardian spotting her… she'd never risked breaking curfew for a late night visit to the gym before.
She set out at a brisk jog that she hoped would accomplish one of two things; one, she'd make it across the grass before anyone noticed her, or two, if anyone did glance over, they might think it was just a Guardian on an evening run.
She made it through the double doors without anyone shouting after her, leaving her in the cavernous gym with a victorious smile plastered on her face.
But Rose hadn't been quite as successful as she'd thought.
Dimitri had spent hours on patrol day-dreaming about releasing his pent up energy by taking a run around the track, so his gaze was fixed on the brunette as she made her run across the field. He smiled indulgently, and shook his head. He couldn't imagine what reckless reasons Rose would have for breaking curfew, but he couldn't wait to find out.
He knew he should call it in, let the other Guardian on patrol with him know that he was going to be on break for a few minutes… but he didn't want to disturb anyone, he told himself. His heart raced in his chest as he followed her across the field, and into the gym.
It was surprisingly dark inside – the high windows were small and didn't let in a lot of sunlight. Rose hadn't bothered to snap on the lights, but with his dhampir eyes, Dimitri could see her over by the balancing beams, peering under them in her search for something.
He thought about calling out to her – it would have been the mature thing to do – but instead he crept up behind her silently.
She froze when he was still a foot away, and her stiffness gave him just enough time to block the roundhouse kick she directed at his midriff.
Rose looked up into those familiar brown eyes, watching subdued humour dance within them. She smiled, and lowered her fists. "Hey Comrade," she greeted easily. "I wasn't expecting company."
"Neither was I," he answered, pretending he'd come to the gym of his own accord, and not because he was following her. Guardians did tend to visit the gym overnight, when the Novices wouldn't disturb their practice. "You know it's after curfew. What are you doing out here?"
"I left my gym bag," she answered, becoming distracted. She scanned the gym quickly, still not seeing any sign of it.
"It couldn't have waited until tomorrow?" he asked mirthfully.
Rose shook her head, her long dark hair dancing around her face. Dimitri forced his hands into his pockets, fighting the urge to touch it. "I have an assignment that's way overdue," she explained. "And I left my reference book in my gym bag. I have to hand it in tomorrow morning, or I'll fail the class."
Even though Rose's marks in her practical classes were the best at St Vladimirs, Dimitri knew she couldn't afford to fail an academic subject with her grades being what they were.
"Only problem is," Rose continued, running a hand through her hair in frustration, "I can't find the damn thing."
"Is that it over there?" Dimitri asked, nodding to a bag a few metres from the storage room door. His fingers were itching to run through those dark silky locks.
"No. I left it by one of the practice dummies," she said, gesturing to the middle of the room. The practice dummies had been wheeled away for the night, and the same thought occurred to them both at the same time.
"Storage room?" Dimitri suggested, even as Rose turned on her heel and headed for the door. She tried the handle, but it wouldn't budge. "You'll need a key," he told her smugly, pulling a set from his pocket.
He unlocked the door, and the two of them squeezed into the small room. It was packed to the ceiling with equipment, some of which had been tossed carelessly to create a messy pile. Dimitri made a face as Rose let out a low whistle.
"Wow, this is going to be like navigating my bedroom," she joked.
"Novices obviously packed up this afternoon," Dimitri muttered disapprovingly, slipping his keys back into his pocket.
It was standing room only, and Dimitri had to hover in the doorway so that Rose had space to crouch down, peering through the jumbled mess to spot her gym bag, buried underneath the practice dummies at the front of the pile.
"I can see it," she told him hopefully. "I can probably reach it, but most of this junk is going to fall over."
Dimitri gave the room an appraising glance. "I don't think you can make it any worse. Just don't hurt yourself."
Rose chuckled, and reached her arm underneath one of the dummies, grasping the shoulder strap of her bag. A quick tug resulted in nothing more than the whole pile shifting a few centimetres closer to the door. She cursed, and pulled again.
Dimitri watched her progress with amusement. "Did you want me to try?" he offered.
"I can do it," Rose retorted stubbornly. "I just need to –"
She cut off, straightening up. Dimitri had heard it as well. The window of the storage room was cracked slightly, and the gentle breeze carried two voices as their owners made their way to the gym.
Rose scrambled to her feet, and Dimitri stepped into the room. He pulled the door shut behind him just as the gym door opened, and two Guardians entered, chatting casually about their shifts.
Neither of the two noticed the sound of the storage room door clicking shut as they turned on the lights.
Dimitri had his back against the door, and was straining to hear their voices from the entrance. He was hoping they'd leave quickly, and weren't planning on staying to use any of the equipment.
Rose's mind was processing this turn of events slowly – the tiny space in the storage room was really only enough for one person. Her back was brushing against the equipment, even though she was pressed as tightly against Dimitri's chest as she could be. Her feet were planted between his, and he'd wrapped one arm around her waist to steady her in his rapid entrance.
Her body processed their proximity faster than her brain, her breath catching in her throat when she realised how compromising their position was.
Dimitri seemed oblivious, his head angled to better catch snippets of the conversation transpiring outside.
The planes of his body were hard against her softness, and she found herself appreciating how distinctly she could feel the outline of his abs when he exhaled. Her hands rested on his chest, and there too, she admired how solid he felt – how hot his skin was underneath his soft shirt. She wanted to run her fingers across the broad planes of his shoulders, memorise every contour of his lean, muscled body.
Her eyes were fixed on the stitching of his leather duster, but she couldn't help glancing up at his face, just for a moment. Her gaze was caught on his lips, full and promising. It had been so long since she'd kissed him.
God she wanted to kiss him…
Her breathing was ragged and uneven, her body getting carried away on a wave of adrenaline that had nothing to do with the fear of being caught. She bit her lip, her nipples hardening against his chest, her panties starting to soak through at just the thought of him, and the delicious press of his body against hers.
And still, Dimitri was oblivious.
Rose felt her fingers tingling with the desire to touch and caress him, to distract him from his focus. Sinful thoughts were starting to play across her mind, her temperature rising to feverish heights. She was beginning to get dizzy thinking about him.
Her fingers tightened slightly on his shirt, and his attention wavered.
Dimitri noticed for the first time how close he was holding her, and his body rushed with awareness. Regardless of what he knew to be right, his body rebelled with its excitement. His heart rate accelerated as he began to realize how soft and warm she was, how snugly she was pressed against him. Had she noticed?
He glanced down at her face and his heart leapt. There was a flush to her cheeks, and her teeth had caught her bottom lip in such a sinful way, he thought it might undo him. Her eyes were dark with passionate lust that didn't waver under his gaze.
A thousand indecent thoughts occurred to him at once – how could they not, when she was eye-fucking him so shamelessly? He felt hot, in this tiny room with Rose so close. All he wanted to do was take off some clothing. Both his own and hers.
His cock was growing stiff in his pants, responding eagerly to the question in her eyes. Yes, yes, yes.
He tried to move away, to angle himself so that perhaps she wouldn't notice how tight his pants were becoming. The movement only rocked his erection so exquisitely against her that they both caught their breath in surprise and pleasure.
She might not have known the effect she was having on him before, but she knew now. She gave him a wicked grin that sent his pulse racing uncontrollably.
"Roza," he whispered, trying to warn her away. She pressed a kiss to his collarbone, ignoring his empty threat.
"Yes, Dimitri?" The way she said his name so breathlessly sent electricity skittering through his veins.
"Please…" he meant to say 'don't', but her hands trailing down his chest made him lose his train of thought.
Rose thought she might melt at the way his accent was flavouring his words with such reckless abandon. Her fingers trembled as they reached his navel, her courage failing her ever so slightly as she contemplated doing things with Dimitri in this tiny room that she'd never wanted to do with anyone else.
She wondered if he would let her go any further. She caught his gaze, and with all her vulnerability and inexperience playing across her face, she dragged her fingers down across the front of his pants.
Dimitri hissed out an oath in Russian, and she knew she'd never heard anything sexier in her life. She wanted to hear it again.
She cupped his erection in her hand and squeezed as she pressed another kiss to his chest, breathing in his scent.
She didn't get a curse this time, but she thought that the desperate groan that filled the air around them might just have been better.
"Roza, we have to stop this," he whispered hoarsely. His breathing was laboured, and his eyes were full of fire that Rose could feel echoing headily between her legs.
"Touch me first," she demanded, her voice low. All her bravery was rushing back. The ache between her thighs was begging for attention, and she wanted Dimitri to give it to her.
Dimitri wavered, wanting so badly to grant her request, but knew he couldn't. He settled for running his hands down her back to seize her hips, determined not to touch where his hands yearned to wander. Rose made a frustrated noise against his chest, and pulled her body flush against his again.
"If you won't touch me, at least kiss me," she demanded hotly.
He couldn't have denied her if he wanted to – there was no way he could have left this room without tasting her. He brought his lips down to hers more forcefully than he ever had in the past, his wild desire for her cracking his control. She responded enthusiastically, her hands clutching at the collar of his duster, keeping his lips moving against hers.
Her need for him was far from being sated, his kisses too chaste for her liking. She took the lead, sucking at his bottom lip tauntingly, daring him to try and dominate her.
Oh God, he wanted to. His body burned everywhere she touched, her aggressive kisses pulling out a passionate, carnal side of him that wanted to own her, to claim her against the door with no regard for any rules they might be breaking.
His hands slipped to squeeze the curve of her ass as his tongue plundered her mouth, claiming every inch of her. She responded by pushing the duster from his shoulders and making a start on the buttons at the front of his shirt and he didn't stop her. He wanted her hands on his skin, her eyes to brush over him with sensual appreciation, like they had the night of the lust charm. The thought of it excited him even further, and he found himself reaching to touch her, like she'd begged him to earlier. He wanted to know if she still got so wet for him that it would drip down her thighs…
A door slammed, and he jerked his hands away from her, his senses reeling.
What was he thinking?
Rose jumped at the sound, echoing through the gym and under the crack of the door. Dimitri tried to calm his breathing, and listened for the sound of the two Guardians. There was nothing but silence, and there was no light shining under the door to indicate the lights were on.
"Are they gone?" Rose murmured.
"Yes, I think so."
"Good," she whispered, her voice sultry once again. She made a move to touch his chest, and he caught her hand in his. He did his best to ignore the jolt of excitement it sent through his body.
"No, Rose," he told her sternly.
She faltered, looking up at him in bewilderment. "What?" she asked stupidly, a flush of embarrassment beginning to creep up her cheeks.
Dimitri frowned, fighting the urge to kiss away the hurt beginning to rise in her eyes. "We have to stop. What just happened here…" he hesitated, but Rose didn't need him to finish. She pulled her hand away from his.
"Right." The word was full of acidic animosity, and Dimitri's frown grew.
"You know it's not right," he muttered. "I shouldn't be taking advantage of you."
She shook her head, but didn't shoot off any hurtful remarks, which only proved to him how much she'd grown as a person in the past three months. He hated that he was still doing this to her, still losing control at great personal cost to them both.
He didn't bother with any apologies, he just opened the door and stepped into the gym. It seemed colder than it was five minutes ago. He noticed that the bag he'd thought was Rose's was gone.
"I think you should head back to your dorm," he said, pulling some professionalism back to the surface. "I'll talk to your teacher about your assignment. I'm sure they'll give you an extra day. You can come back and grab your bag tomorrow."
"Yes, Guardian Belikov," Rose said stiffly, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on his.
"Rose…"
"Don't bother. I'll see you around." She stormed out of the gym, and he watched her go with hopelessness weighing heavy on his heart.