This is going to be a short story. Only seven chapters. Came up with the idea one day after I learned Abe was Rose's father and took it from there.

Now I am starting a new job next week, so I am not sure when I will be able to write more. This story is already written, so you should see regular updates of this, but I have two ideas for full lengths stories. And here I thought I was all out ;). But I have no idea when and if I will be able to post. But in the meanwhile, enjoy this little bit of my perverted mind.

Chapter 1

RPOV

Lissa and I were on a break from college. She was so busy with her queenly duties she couldn't do both that and college. So we were taking the semester off. On the one hand I was thrilled. I would be able to spend more time with Dimitri instead of having to wait until the weekend to see him. But Lissa and I did have a lot more freedom at college than we did at court. Even though her guard detail outside of the wards was ten times worse, here we both felt more trapped. But it did feel good to be home.

We were sitting at the dinner table in the joint living room. Lissa and I had just come from a meeting which had run long as usual and practically threw ourselves in the chairs and onto our food. The boys usually cooked. They both seem to enjoy it and they had the most free time to do it. Christian was busy with the defensive program, but it wasn't a full-time job. I kind of had to giggle. Dimitri and Christian were the housewife's and we brought home the bacon, sort to speak. Well, Dimitri got paid to hang out with Christian and Christian received a fee for consulting on the defensive program, but I am not really sure if that counted seeing as the money came from his wife.

But I must say this way of dividing the tasks worked for me because they could cook. Lissa and I on the other hand, not so much.

I was gleefully stuffing my face with delicious pasta when my Dad walked in.

I saw a few guardians try and run after him. Obviously he hadn't waited for approval to go into the Queen's private chambers, but the guardians were quickly dismissed when Lissa signaled it was alright.

Abe didn't really follow etiquette. Well, he expected people to follow etiquette when they were around him, but he didn't return the favor, even with Lissa. She was alright with it. She said it was refreshing after everybody bowing to her all the time. Although I saw that she was now a little peeved because he didn't even acknowledge her.

He said down leisurely in a chair and plucked a piece of bread.

"I have a job for the both of you." Abe said to Dimitri and I, not paying Lissa or Christian any attention. They might as well not have been there.

"They have a job, guarding us." Lissa said a little annoyed.

"Well, I need them on a mission for me and thought now that you two are home from college for a semester I could borrow them."

What were we? Objects to be traded? I saw Lissa become more red by the second. She obviously was over the whole 'I think it is cute Abe doesn't treat me like a Queen.' So before she blew a gasket I tried to steer the conversation back to its original intent.

"So what kind of mission."

"There have been reports in a local college about using performance enhancing drugs in underground fight pits." Abe started to explain.

"As sad as that is, why is it our problem?"

"Because the performance enhancing drugs contain Moroi blood."

I didn't know how my Dad knew, but this wasn't the first time this happened. Sydney had uncovered a similar operation in the high school she was send to with Jill. But there they used it to get ahead in sports. For it to be used in a fighting situation was different.

We had long suspected my Dad being involved in shady businesses, one we had guessed was his involvement in trafficking Moroi blood and saliva. So I am guessing his need to take care of this situation was more about eliminating the competition than it was saving people from using drugs.

"You want us to take out the competition huh?"

He looked shrewdly at me but there was a smirk on his face.

"Now why on earth would you say that? An alchemist contact of mine informed me because people were beginning to wonder about why the fighters were getting so strong and fast. I am merely concerned about exposure. But if you can figure out the supplier, that would be swell."

I saw Dimitri's eyes darken. He didn't like that we would have to do some footwork for Abe. He was always very adamant about not wanting me to be anywhere near his business, but I also know he was seeing the problem. Exposure to humans, beside Strigoi was a great treat. Our anonymity protected us and this wasn't helping. Dimitri crossed his arms and stared down Abe.

"What do you expect from us?" He asked.

"Ah excellent, you two are on board."

"I didn't say that. I just want to know what we would be getting ourselves into IF we decide to do this."

Abe shrugged. He could be very persuasive. In his mind it was a done deal.

"Rose would go undercover as a college student and infiltrate the fighting team that is allegedly using Moroi blood. Dimitri, you would go undercover in the Russian mafia. They are involved in at least the financial side of the underground fighting rings, but I suspect they supply their fighters as well as to ensure maximum return and control over their investment. The college students are beating all the other fighters. It has already resulted in a liquidation of one of the college student who just kept winning to many fights."

Dimitri as a Russian mobster. It was both disturbing and incredibly hot. Until it hit me. We would have to go undercover separately. So the only good thing about being on a break for a semester was just taken away from me.

I looked over to Lissa and then back to Dimitri, silently asking for their opinion.

"I don't like it, but I have to agree with Abe, we have to deal with this. If the Russian mafia figures out about Moroi blood and more importantly the Moroi world this could be very bad."

Lissa said and I saw Dimitri nodding in agreement.

"Fine. We'll take down the illegal fighting and see if we can find the supplier. When do we start?" I asked after having had a silent conversation with Dimitri in the form of a slight nod.

"Immediately, I have already arranged your transfer papers to the college and have created a back story for Dimitri in the Russian mafia. All that is left to prepare Dimitri physically." My father said while rubbing his hands together. The gesture was disturbing to say the least.

"What? You aren't going to hurt him, are you Daddy?"

He smiled at the use of Daddy, but he knew it wasn't used affectionately here. Surprisingly it was Dimitri that answered.

"It is alright Roza, he just means I will have to get some tattoos. Some general prison tattoos and a Bratva tattoo showing I have been initialized in Russia. I assume my back story is that I am already a part of another cell in their brotherhood."

Abe nodded.

I was just staring at Dimitri. He knew way too much about the Russian mafia for my liking.

"But you aren't really going to tattoo him are you. I mean that is kind of permanent."

"Oh don't worry little girl. I wouldn't dare of marring your precious boyfriend. The tattoos will be temporary, but almost impossible to separate from regular tattoos."

I sighed a bit in relief. Not that I didn't think Dimitri wouldn't look good with a couple of tattoos but I think the kind of tattoos he would need to get weren't what we considered esthetically pleasing.

"How long will they be gone?"

Lissa asked a little apprehensively.

Abe put his finger to his chin and seemed to be thinking on that hard, but I suspect it was more for show than the fact he actually had to think about it.

"As long as it takes, but I assume my amazing daughter and her boyfriend will be able to do this quickly. Maybe a few weeks?"

I groaned. A few weeks without Dimitri. That was the one perk about being back at court. But now I would get to see him even less than I would have if we had been at Lehigh.

"What is it, my dear daughter?"

Abe asked me looking a little amused.

"My own father is cock-blocking me. Can a girl be cock-blocked? Or is it pussy-blocked, doesn't really have the same ring to it. Anyway. I was just looking forward to some R and R with Dimitri now that we were actually in the same place at the same time."

I heard Dimitri chuckle. But Abe looked a little scandalized. I think in his mind I was still a little girl seeing as he had missed me growing up. But reality was quite different.

"I am sure you can sacrifice some downtime with Dimitri in order to keep our world safe."

He said.

"And your interests protected." I threw back.

He smiled at my addition.

"You should want them protected too, one day you will inherit the money that comes from my 'interests'."

I rolled my eyes. He turned back to Dimitri and went over the specifics with Dimitri and discussed having him meeting Abe at the guardian tattoo station in the afternoon. I had zoned out and was looking stuff up on my phone.

"Clam jam, pussy pass or muffin muzzle."

Everybody looked at me like I went crazy.

"What? That is the female version of cock-blocking."

DPOV

I wasn't looking forward to this. I know it was temporary. But my grandmother would have a fit when she learned I had even temporarily used my body as canvas. She was dead set against tattoos and always told me the only marks allowed to be on my body were bruises and guardian marks. I had always obeyed her. But now as I was preparing myself to not only get tattoos but Russian mafia and prison tattoos I could practically feel her swat at me with a dishrag.

I sat down and let the tattoo artist here at court perform his magic on me with semi-permanent paint. I don't think he was particularly pleased about inking me. I felt the same way. Most of his work consisted of marking guardians with promise marks and Molnija. But I had also seen some beautiful artwork come from his hands and these tattoos were neither. They were supposed to done by prisoners themselves so they weren't very good, although they were very intricate and big. Did I mention big?

I had one across my entire chest. A church with three towers indicating I had done three years in jail for thievery and a dollar sign indicating fraud. I also had the Bratva stars on my clavicles, showing me as part of the brotherhood.

After the tattoo artist was done I got up and was about to put my shirt back on when Rose walked in with a stack of papers and a frown on her face.

"I am not sure how I feel about those tattoos. On the one hand I think you actually look hot with a bit of ink, but those are hideous."

"They are supposed to be done in prison by prisoners, they depict your criminal history, they aren't meant to be pretty."

I saw the tattoo artist cringe. He admitted to me he actually had to put aside his pride to make a tattoo that looked that bad.

"Still."

"So what do you have in your hand?"

"Our backstories. My father doesn't do anything half-assed. I have transcripts here from pre-school. I never went to pre-school, but apparently I was good at coloring."

I chuckled. I took the file that was about me from her hands and read through it. Poor family turned to crime early on, but only did one tour of prison.

"So what were you in for, Comrade?"

"I was sentenced for bank fraud but also have an assault charge to my name but was never convicted of that one. It is actually a brilliant combination. The one tells the Bratva I am intelligent while the other says I am not to be messed with and can fight."

"It disturbs me sometimes how much my father knows about these things and knows exactly how to get you in."

"Yeah well. I am sure he just paid somebody off to get that information."

Also I wouldn't tell her that some of these ideas in the backstory actually came from me and I know more than I should about Russian mafia and Russian prisons. I never did any time or actually did anything illegal myself, but I have been around other who have and although the alchemist took care of most of it because they really couldn't afford Moroi or Dhampirs going to a human jail. There were a few of my high school friends that joined the Bratva pretending to be humans for the money. As highly trained warriors who are stronger than humans they were in high demand and became quite rich. I didn't approve of their behavior but I understood it. Most Dhampirs in our community came from poor families and being a guardian didn't really pay all that well. But still being a guardian was more than just a job for me. It was a calling.

"He has a car waiting to take us to the college this evening."

She stood before me biting her lip and looking down at her own folder.

I closed the distance between us and lifted her chin up as I gently kissed her.

"Why don't we have an early dinner at that Italian place you like, just the two of us and then we can go home for a bit longer before Abe sends us on our way. You could wear a dress or something and I'll put on a jacket and we can make a real date of it."

She nodded and I could see a look of relief and sadness in her eyes, all at the same time. Yeah, Abe really was cock-blocking us. Well it wasn't just sex with Rose, it was the fact I hadn't been around her much at all. Between them going to Lehigh and Christian and me traveling for his defensive classes we hardly saw each other. It had gotten a little better the last year. Our first year together was abysmal. But still, I wanted more time with her. And like her I had been looking forward to a little downtime now that she and Lissa were spending a semester at court. I had to remind myself we already had more time together than most guardian couples did. But still, time away from Rose would be hard.

When she came walking down the stairs an hour later wearing a dress and her hair down I was silently cursing Abe again.

She looked amazing. She was wearing a dress with a high neckline and dropped waist and it flared out at the bottom. The middle was slightly higher than the rest of the skirt and it stopped a few inches above her knees. The top part was glued to her like a second skin, accentuating her ample breasts and flat stomach and curvy hips. But the lose bottom and the fact it had a high neckline made it look classy and not too sexy. It also showed off her long legs to perfection. She finished it off with a pair of high heels. I always appreciated those, not just because they made her legs and ass look amazing, but also because she would compensate for a small portion of difference in height between us.

I didn't think I looked bad myself. And by the appreciative look in Rose's eyes she shared my opinion. I had opted for something semi-formal. A nice blazer but some dark wash jeans. The V-neck shirt underneath would also work if I would take off my jacket in the restaurant.

For the first time in a long time I felt like a real couple in the real world.

I held out my arm for her and she took it and together we walked the short distance to the Italian restaurant. I had to call ahead. Usually they didn't open this early but I called in a favor. We ate here often and they were more than happy to open up early for one of their best customers when I explained the situation. They laughed as I told then I was asking for Rose. They told me Rose was always welcome any time seeing as she single handedly brought in a large portion of their revenue.

Rose looked at me a little confused when we got to an empty restaurant.

"They usually don't open this early on a Monday. But they opened for us, so we are all alone."

"Really?"

"When I told them who would be coming they were more than happy. Apparently, your take-out orders and frequent visits, keep the place going.

She laughed.

"They do have good pizza and lasagna, Oh and their garlic bread. I might ask them to pack something for the road."

I held her seat for her as she set down. They had set a table in the middle with candles and flowers. The table held a water bottle and some fancy glasses. I poured her a glass and then myself. We didn't need a menu, I had been here more times than I could count and Rose comes here at least once a week. The waiter just asked if we wanted the usual and we told him it was fine. Except Rose ordered another portion of garlic bread for the road.

We ate and talked about nothing special. Just random things we had done that day or what we had seen. But towards the end of the meal Rose became quiet again.

"Come on, Roza, we need to get going and change, Abe will be picking us up in a little over an hour."

She nodded and got her care package full of garlic bread as I settled the bill.

We were silent the entire way back to our suite. She started to change from her girly and fancy dinner outfit into her game outfit. Something light that she could fight in. She took her make-up off and replaced the delicate and beautifully sultry make-up with something light and inconspicuous. I replaced my blazer and V-neck shirt by a plain sweater. I looked at the clock. Thirty minutes left. She was half way through changing when I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist as I kissed her neck and shoulders.

"Thirty minutes."

I whispered in her ear.

"Do you think we could manage that?"

She smiled as she leaned against me.

"No."

She turned around and started to suck on my lip.

"But my father can wait."

Well, I didn't wait. I unbuckled my pants and hers and quickly pulled them down. I didn't even bother to take them off as I urgently nudged her against the bed. She was half laying on the bed, her back towards me and her arms resting on the matrass. I grabbed my cock from my boxers and stroked a few times, getting it to full attention. I placed the head at her warm and wet entrance and moved it up and down a few times, coated the tip in her juices. I could hear her moan in front of me and she showed me how eager she was by rocking her hips backward, taking in my tip a bit further. I grunted as I entered her. I set a brisk pace. Conscious of our limited time. And although I agreed with Rose that this was more important than being on time for Abe, I didn't particularly want to explain to Abe why we were late.

We switched positions. I was now sitting on the edge of the bed and Rose was on top of me facing away from me. Her hands were on either side of my legs, resting on the matrass to use as support. She was bobbing up and down as she slid her back against my chest. Her soft mewling and the bristle of her soft long hairs against me eliciting my own groans. She tilted her head a little so she was breathing heavily against my neck. I pulled her hair away from it confined place between us and pulled her back a little so I could kiss her. I had one hand around her waist trying to help her move in this slightly awkward position. The other hand was leaving her hair in favor of holding her breast and needing it and tweaking her nipple. I moved my hand lower trying to find her warm and inviting nub, but she had her legs somewhat closed because her pants were still around her legs as were mine. Upon my instruction she opened them as far as she could and I could stimulate her down there. I could feel my own shaft going in and out of her with my hand as I was touching her while she was riding me. Her hands were now on my legs helping her maintain this rhythm.

It was a good thing we were highly trained because this position was hard work. Well mostly for Rose. I could feel the muscles in her legs strain to keep the pace going. She increased the tempo even more as I could hear and feel her breathing increase. Her moans getting louder. I increased the pace of my fingers on her clit to match. She threw out a few profanities as I felt her body still and her walls clamp down on me.

I told myself it was the sensation of her warm wet pussy making waving motions on my cock that made me cum and not the fact Rose had sworn in Russian as she came.

I held her as she slumped against me, both sweaty and breathing heavily. I relished in her warm body against mine for a moment longer. Because when I let her go I would no longer be Dimitri Belikov, her lover, trusted Guardian and respectable man in general, but I would be Dimitri Belikov, lieutenant in the Bratva core and into the most devious and illegal deals one could think off. But with five minutes left on the clock we needed to clean up and get dressed, so reluctantly I kissed her neck and hair one more time before I let her go and she left to clean up in the bathroom. I took a towel from the bathroom and cleaned our juices off of me as I holstered myself up again.

I had just buttoned up my pants again when there was a knock on the door. Rose came out of the bathroom and looked at me one more time, before opening the door.

"Showtime."