Life Goes On

Chapter 1: Intense Training

Rose's POV.
 BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE- I punched the annoying sound, and heard something fall to the floor. I realized too late that the sound had been my alarm clock. "Shit." That was the third this month. Groggily, I stood up. I placed the ruined alarm clock into the wastebasket, then proceeded to get ready for practice. Once I was ready, I walked down to the gym. I opened the doors and saw my Russian God lying on the sparring mats reading one of those damn cowboy novels. "I'm here, Comrade." I said. I took a peek at the clock, and found that I was 15 minutes late... the latest I had been since our first practice. "Uhh, my alarm clock, uh, broke... again." I stuttered. Dimitri was going to kill me!

"Rose. You're late." Only three words, but the point was made. "Laps, now. And do five extra." Ouch, he really was mad. I set my bag down, still not making eye contact with Dimitri. I hung my head as I made my way to the gym doors, then outside to the track. I thought while I ran. Had anyone else complained about my lateness, I would have given them my classic bad-ass attitude and not cared what they thought. With Dimitri though, it was different. I didn't want to disappoint him. I also didn't feel the need to attract attention. I knew Dimitri would see, and love, me for who I was. I vowed not to disappoint him again. When I had finished my laps, I went back inside. I heard Dimitri sigh. "Roza, I'm not mad. Just try not to break anymore alarm clocks, okay?"

I gave him a small smile. "I'll try." My smile grew. "Now, are you ready to get your hot ass kicked?" He shook his head as we walked to the sparring mats. We circled, each waiting for the other to move first. Finally, I lunged. He easily side-stepped me, and I spun with a roundhouse kick. He caught my foot and pulled me towards him. I wrenched my foot back, and in that second, he tackled me. His hands went around my wrists and we fell. I twisted, causing us to land sideways. I quickly scrambled on top of him, but he still had a hold on my wrists. He flipped us over with a grunt. He moved my wrists so that one hand held them while the other was free. Then he 'staked' me despite my struggling. He smirked at me and let my wrists go, but didn't move entirely off of me.

"What was it you said about 'kicking my hot ass'?" he was still smirking. I growled.

"Alright, alright. You beat me… this time." I admitted in defeat. I noticed he hadn't moved yet. He apparently noticed too, because his smirk turned into a look of love, and he leaned down to capture my lips with his. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him to me. He was straddling me, one arm bent but holding his weight while his other hand cupped my cheek. He pulled away to allow us to breathe, and I ran a hand down his chest. His dark eyes seemed to grow darker as a lust-filled look came into him.

"Roza, we can't. Not here." I ignored him as I began tracing the outline of his muscles. Leaning up, I was able to kiss along his jawline, and nibbled lightly on his ear.

I purred, "We can go… somewhere else." He hesitantly pulled away.

"Roza,"he swallowed. His accent had deepened, making him that much sexier.

"Come on, Comrade. You know you want to." I pulled him into a passionate kiss. He moaned a little as I gently bit his bottom lip. He pulled away again. I pouted.

"Roza, we can't. Not right now. You have class. Later." He seemed to struggle with the words. He slowly reached up and unwrapped my arms from his neck, then proceeded to roll off of me and get up. I sighed, but I knew he was right.

"I'll hold you to that, Comrade." I smiled at him to show that I understood.

"I hope so. Now get your sexy body ready for breakfast and classes." He gave me one of his rare full smiles. My heart fluttered.

"If I must." I picked up my gym bag, staying bent a little longer than necessary since I knew he was still watching me. I swayed my hips as I walked to the changing room. I flipped my hair and took one last glance behind me before stepping in. Dimitri had been staring quite intently at me… or my butt more precisely. I smiled.

When I was done changing I walked back into the gym. No more than five steps in, I felt a warm pair of arms wrap around my waist. "That wasn't very nice, Roza." Dimitri growled playfully next to my ear.

"I never said I played nice. And you love me anyway." He spun me around to kiss me again.

When the kiss ended, he said "That's true. Now go eat." He let me go and I turned to leave. He smacked my ass. I twirled around to look at him, but he was just smirking while he picked up his own gym bag and walked past me to the door. I growled playfully. He reached the door – damn that man's fast- and looked back at me. "Love you."

"Love you too." I said back and he slipped out the door. I left the gym and made my way to the cafeteria. After going through the line, I sat down with my friends. Lissa, Christian, Eddie, Mia, and of course Adrian were all there. Adrian was the only one who knew about me and Dimitri. Lissa turned to me.

"What took so long, Rose?" she asked. Breakfast was almost over.

"I was training with Di- Guardian Belikov." I said. Adrian grinned.

"It must have been… intense." Adrian commented. I was the only one who got the double meaning.

"I hope he wasn't too hard on you." Lissa said concernedly. She had no idea that what she said had another meaning. Adrian's grin grew.

I decided to play along with Adrian's little game. "It was nothing that I couldn't handle. Just a little physical activity." I knew Lissa assumed I meant training, but Adrian understood my underlying message. His grin faltered a little in surprise.

"Alright." Lissa sighed. Fire Boy then stole her attention. The rest of breakfast went by quickly and uneventfully. We all went to class.

I know, I know. I need to update my other stories. I couldn't help writing this though! The beginning paragraph actually was written for a roleplay, but I decided to continue it. Tell me what you think. Should I continue with it? The rating might change in later chapters.

Forever Yours,

Creativity Incarnate

P.S. Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Academy. The awesome Richelle Mead does!