This is a one-shot that takes place between Frostbite and Shadow Kiss. It is rated 'M' for sexual themes so please don't read it if you aren't comfortable with it. Richelle Mead owns all characters.
Dimitri had been gone for five days now and it was the longest I hadn't seen him since he had bought Lissa and I back to the academy. He, along with a few other guardians were called to court for a week to train some new guardians who had just come over from Russia. I missed him like crazy. I knew we spent a lot of time together, considering we trained together twice day and he guarded most of my classes. It wasn't until he actually left to court did I realize how much of my day I actually spent and interacted with Dimitri. I found myself trying to fill the time and looking longingly at the gym doors as if my imagination could summon him up and he would walk through the doors towards me. Sadly, that was not the case. Who knew someone who I had just met a couple of months ago would become such a permanent and important fixture in my life.
I tried to keep myself busy with homework, spending time with Lissa, and "running" aka hitting the snooze button on my alarm so many times that I barely had enough time for an hour long workout. But don't tell Dimitri that.
It wasn't until the third day that I realized there was a way for me to communicate with Dimitri. After the night of the lust charm, Dimitri and I had exchanged numbers so if I ever had another emergency, that I could just call him instead of trying to find a way to sneak into the guardians building and breaking down his door.
On the fourth day, I spent the whole time staring at my phone and debating with myself about whether I should text him or not. There was a war going inside my head. A rational and calm voice kept saying 'Text him and ask him how he's doing. You guys are friends and it would be totally normal.'
The other voice in my head was scoffing and saying, 'Don't be a needy bitch. He'll be home in three days, just give the man his space.' Unfortunately, the latter voice was winning. God, I hated that bitch.
I kept writing out, "Hey, how are you?" into the phone and then deleting it. By the end of the night, I typed out and erased that message a total of 31 times before I decided to just to call it a night. You would think I would have enough courage to text the only man that had ever seen me half naked a simple text message, but that clearly was not the case. I went to sleep telling myself that if Dimitri did miss me, then he could text me as well.
Well he didn't.
On the fifth day, he called me.
I had just got back to my room from dinner with Lissa, Sparky, and Adrian and was changing into my sleepwear when my phone started buzzing. I rushed over to it and nearly stopped breathing when I read the name on the front screen. Dimitri.
"Hello"
"Roza," Dimitri said. Alright Rose, breath, play it cool.
"Comrade, I miss you!" Real smooth Rose.
I heard Dimitri chuckle and reply, "I miss you, too Roza." All of my nervousness went out the window as Dimitri and I started talking about everything we had been up to for the past 5 days. It was as if he were working out in the gym together, instead of talking on the phone. We both took turns recounting anything interesting that had occurred during the week. I looked up at the clock at realized we had been talking for over an hour.
"So are you going to do anything special tonight? I mean how often are you able to actually do normal 24-year old activities on a Friday night" I asked Dimitri. It occurred to me when I woke up that Dimitri had more options to go out and relax with others his age since he wasn't at the academy. From what Adrian had told us, there were various bars and other hang out spots for adults at court. If I were Dimitri, I would definitely take advantage of the situation.
"No, some others were going out to drink, but I declined." He replied. If I hadn't known him so well, then I would have never detected the slight hint of nervousness that had I heard in his tone.
"Why did you do that?" I asked him. I knew Dimitri and I had completely different definitions of fun, but even I was surprised that he wouldn't go out with other guardians.
I could feel Dimitri hesitate before he finally replied softly, "I wanted to talk to you. I knew if I went out then I would miss my opportunity to call you."
To say I was shocked was an understatement. I was so touched by his reasoning that it took me a couple of seconds to reply to him.
"Oh Dimitri," I replied softly. "I actually spent all day yesterday arguing with myself about whether I should text you or not. I kept thinking I was going to end up bothering you so I stopped myself," I admitted to him.
"You know you could never bother me Roza," He replied. How is it that a few words from Dimitri could get my heart racing.
He spent a few more minutes telling me about the group of guardians who had invited him out. Two were younger than him, while the other was older. As he was talking, I got up to turn the lights off and laid into bed. My bed squeaked quietly below me, as I settled in.
"What was that?" Dimitri asked.
"Oh uh my bed, I just turned the lights off and laid down," I told him.
"Sorry Rose, I've kept you on way too long" He told me apologetically.
"No I just…wanted it dark while I laid down."
Dimitri's voice dropped low and I heard him ask quietly, "Why?"
I could feel the mood slightly begin to shift. It wasn't at all groundbreaking, but our conversation was changing and I felt both nervous and excited about it.
"I just wanted to get more comfortable," I told him quietly.
"Roza," Dimitri groaned softly. And just like that, our conversation went from light-hearted and slightly flirtatious banter to something more sexual.
"Roza," Dimitri said quietly. I could hear determination in his voice, as if he just made some decision that he was going through with.
"Yes?" I said breathlessly. All the man had said was my name and I was already losing my breath.
"What are you wearing?" It wasn't often that people were able to make Rose Hathaway speechless, but those four words out of Dimitri's mouth shocked me to my core, which was starting to throb by the sound of his voice. I looked down at what I was wearing and hesitated. I didn't know if I should lie and tell him I was wearing some kinky, lacy lingerie or if I should tell him the truth. I went with the latter.
"Uh actually, I'm wearing the sweatshirt you gave me the night of…the night of the lust charm" I told him, slightly embarrassed by telling him this piece of information.
"You are?" He asked me sounding surprised.
"Yeah, its just that I haven't seen you in what feels like forever and I miss you Comrade" I admitted. The first two days he was gone were bearable, but by the third day, I was missing everything about him. I had started to wear that sweatshirt, and only that sweatshirt, any time I was alone in my room, whether it was doing homework or sleeping.
"Oh Roza," He replied, his voice filled with love. "You wearing anything else with that sweatshirt?" He asked me.
"No," I replied.
"That sweatshirt, its long on you right? Move it up a couple of inches Roza." He told me. His mentor voice was starting to mix with lust. I could feel the area between my thighs starting to get wetter, if that was even possible. My hardening nipples were painfully rubbing against the soft material on the inside of the sweatshirt. It was so erotic to think that my naked body was rubbing up against something Dimitri had worn on many different occasions. Something that Dimitri had given me.
I moved the sweatshirt up so it rested right below the bottom of my butt cheeks.
"What should I do next?" I asked him, out of breath.
"Rub your thighs for me Roza. Touch the inside of those thighs for me. Don't go any higher." He demanded in his lust filled voice. I did as he asked, realizing he was dragging this out so I could get wetter for him. I held the phone up to my ear in one hand while the other rubbed my thighs like Dimitri asked. As I massaged the inside of my thighs, I could feel the heat radiating from the place I wanted to touch the most. The place I wanted Dimitri to touch the most.
"Now move that hand up and play with your breasts over the sweatshirt. Tell me Roza, can you feel your nipples getting hard." He murmured.
"Yes," I panted. I palmed my heavy breasts in my hands and squeezed. I moaned quietly, though Dimitri was able to hear it.
I heard Dimitri groan. "You know what I would do if I was there right now? I would squeeze those breasts of yours and lightly run my fingers in circles around your nipples, getting them ready."
"Ready for what?" I asked him while continuing to squeeze my breasts harder and harder.
"You want me to say it, don't you Roza?" He said, laughing low and with a seductive edge to it.
"Yes," I panted.
"Ready for my mouth. Do you remember what my mouth felt like on your nipples, Roza? I can still taste you on my tongue. God, you tasted good." Dimitri groaned. I moaned in response to his admission. I could feel my juices start to run down the inside of my thighs, and I hadn't even touched myself there yet.
"Move the sweatshirt up and touch your nipples for me Roza. Lick your fingers and pinch your nipples for me. That's my mouth, baby. Picture my mouth doing that." I immediately did as he asked, picturing his mouth biting and sucking on my nipples instead of my fingers. The thought of Dimitri doing that and the feeling of my fingers pinching my hard nipples had me moaning out his name.
"Dimitri," I moaned, my voice filled with extreme lust and longing for the man who had me dripping wet like a harlot.
"Fuck Roza, you don't know what you do to me," He groaned.
"Tell me," I said, breathlessly.
"I'm sitting here with a rock hard cock just imagining you in my sweatshirt, laid out in front of me like a treat." His admission left me speechless and I moaned in response once again. Even knowing everything he's said to me so far, it was still shocking to hear such dirty and erotic words come out of Dimitri's mouth, who was usually so in control of his emotions. It was a huge turn on to know I was having the same affect on Dimitri that he was having on me.
"Put the phone on speaker and lay it right next to you. I want you using both hands for what I'm about to tell you next." I immediately did as he asked, taking off the sweatshirt, as well.
"Now what," I quickly asked him.
He chuckled at my eagerness. "Keep one hand on your chest. I want you to keep playing with your nipples. Move the other hand to where I want to be the most right now Roza. Tell me, Roza, where is it that I want to be right now?" He asked me, knowing I knew exactly where he meant.
"My pussy," I panted so quietly, my own response embarrassing me. I had never done anything like this with anyone before so even saying those words had me blushing red.
"Mm yes Roza, touch your pussy for me and tell me what you feel." He quietly grunted.
"Oh god, I'm wet," I gasped out. I was surprised at how wet I was. My essence was coating the inside of my thighs and running down my slit. Only Dimitri had this affect on me and it was just from the sound of his voice. I could only imagine how wet I would be if Dimitri was really here on my bed doing all of these things to me. "Rub your clit for me Roza, and know that that's me doing that to you. That's my hand, my tongue on your pussy. Imagine it."
"Dimitri" I moaned loudly. "Fuck," I gasped out. I had only just touched my clit and I could already feel my lower belly tightening, letting me know how close I was to an orgasm.
"That's right baby, keep working yourself on your hand," he told me and I moaned like a wanton woman in response. "Does that feel good, Roza."
"Yes."
"Do you want me playing with your pussy like that?"
"Yes," I gasped out.
"God I love that word on your tongue. Tell me Roza, who does that pussy belong to?"
"You Dimitri," I moaned out, getting closer and closer to the edge.
"Who's making you wet? Who's cock do you want buried deep inside you." He said, breathlessly. I could tell by his voice that he must also he stroking himself. The thought of Dimitri stroking his cock, in his room to the sound of my moans had me on the brink of my orgasm.
"You Dimitri, fuck its you. It's always you." I moaned and panted, as my fingers worked quickly over my clit as my other hand pinch and tugged on my nipples.
"That's right Roza, you're mine," He groaned, getting close to the end himself. "Cum for me, Roza. Cum for me." He moaned out.
And I did just that. My orgasm hit me so powerfully, that it left me panting and moaning on my bed. My legs were slightly shaking, as I tried to get my breathing under control. As I was coming down from my high, I heard Dimitri grunt my name, indicating he had just finished, as well. I had a goofy grin on my face, and laid there spent from the orgasm that still left my body tingling.
"That was so much better than going out." Dimitri told, chuckling. I laughed with him, as I pulled his sweatshirt back onto my body and taking him off speaker phone. I could hear him getting up and moving around, probably to clean himself up from his own orgasm.
The need to feel him close got even stronger after I had my orgasm. All I wanted now was for him to hold me in his arms. I sighed contently, just picturing myself lying in his arms.
"You're so beautiful, Roza," he said softly. I was worried that he would completely shut himself up from me the moment he came, thinking everything that just transpired was a mistake. The thought of it alone had my heart breaking.
"I'm only beautiful, because you make me that way," I respond just as softly. Our conversation was that of true lovers. Two people who could make each other cum, and then comfort the other with their loving and sweet words.
"No Roza, it's all you. You're so beautiful, it makes my soul ache. I really do miss you, you know. I can't wait for these this week to be over," He tells me. My heart swells at his words, making my love grow for him even more.
"I miss you, too. I wish you were here right now. I just want to be in your arms," I tell him quietly.
"I want that, too. I'll be back Sunday night. Will you come see me?"
"Yes," I tell him quickly.
"Good." There was a pause in our conversation that I was silently filling with I love you. For quite some time now, I have felt that Dimitri and I have our own kind of bond, one that is different from the type I have with Lissa, but still as deep and powerful. I could just imagine Dimitri sitting in his room silently saying I love you, too.
"Sleep good, Roza," he tells me.
"You too and Dimitri, and if you can't sleep…then call me, okay," I tell him. I was beyond tired, especially after the powerful orgasm that left me spent. But I would stay awake if it meant talking to Dimitri.
"I will, I promise," he says.
"Okay." There was another long pause in our conversation. "We'll count to three and then we'll both hang up. One, two-
"Wait," Dimitri interrupts me. "I don't want to hang up."
"Me too," I say closing my eyes, my heart aching for Dimitri to be here with me right now.
He lets out a breath in response. "Thank you for talking to me Roza. Thank you for keeping me company."
"Always, Dimitri."
"Go to sleep now, Roza and imagine me with you, okay?" He says softly.
"I already am Comrade," I tell him.
"Goodnight Roza, I'll see you soon," he says, before ending the call. I put my phone down and pull the blanket up to my chin. I take a deep breath, taking in the smell of the sweatshirt that still has the lingering scent of Dimitri's aftershave that I love so much. I settle into bed, and replay the events of the night. I was beyond shocked that Dimitri had not only called me, but also made me cum over the phone with his words. I didn't know what to expect when he came back to the academy, but for now I was content with imagining that we were two lovers who missed each other and just spent the past two and half hours on the phone, keeping each other company.
For the first time since Dimitri left, I slept with a smile on my face.