A/N: Okay guys I wanted to try something. I love the VA books so much; Richelle Mead is a genius! But I love writing about Rose and Christian so much. This is a challenge for myself. I am going to write a series of one-shots about Christian and Rose. There will be one for every book; putting them in sexual situations, even though it didn't happen in the book. I thought it would be fun! Please let me know if you like this idea and would like me to keep writing it. It should be a total of six stories. Not so much love as it is lust. Okay enough blabber, enjoy!

Disclaimer: VA and its characters belong to Richelle Mead

WARNING: This chapter contains sexual contact. Reader discretion is advised. This will be the only warning Read at your own risk.


"Thanks for 'helping' then," Christian snapped.

His words kept replaying in my head even after Dimitri had dragged me back to my room. He hadn't gone to see Lissa after I told him that; and it made me feel better. Some small part of me felt bad for the things I had said. But it was only a tiny part and it was pretty easy to forget about. Christian was a freak and Lissa didn't listen to me. I had to do something; this was the only thing I could think of.

I have just finished putting on my sleeping clothes when there is a bang on my door. I groan, "Who the hell is there?" No one answers but they keep banging on my door. I check the bond and see that Lissa is still in the quad; Natalie had gone back once I left.

I scowl at the door as I go and jerk it open. "I don't know who you are but it's fucking late and-" my words stop as my mouth pops open.

Christian is standing there looking at me with so much hate in his eyes; blue flames that match his element. I hadn't expected to see him. I close my mouth and glare at him, "What are you doing here?"

His eyes go up and down my body but then narrow, "You really think I was going to let you get away with talking to me like that?" For a moment I remember what he did and a small amount of anxiety hits me. He set Ralph on fire. I try not to let my worry show. I give him a haughty look, "I only told you the truth. It's not my fault you can't handle it." He growls, "You're such a bitch, have I ever told you that?"

I sneer at him, "You wouldn't be the first." He takes a step towards me but I don't move. I put a hand on my hip, "You need to leave, Ozera, before I make you." He gives me a smirk, "Are you afraid of me Rose?"

I scoff at him, "As if, you're just another psycho. I've handled plenty of those." I feel heat pass by my face and I gasp. I take a step back and he takes advantage; he steps into my room and closes the door. He scowls at me, "But you've never dealt with a psycho who has fire powers." This time fear clenches my stomach. I remember my words to best friend. "Lissa, he's dangerous. I don't like him. Please be careful."

I don't know Christian but I do know what he's capable of. He doesn't mind setting people on fire; he knows the spells.

But my fear is replaced by anger. I clench my hands and say, "Don't threaten me. I have no problem with kicking your ass." I could probably scream and a matron would come by and find him. But I am no coward. I could handle him; I don't care about his element.

His hate filled eyes become angrier, "Try it Rose. I've always wanted to set your hair on fire." That did it. I lunge at him, and he tries to move but I am too fast. We hit the floor with a loud thud. I throw my elbow up and catch his cheek. He lets out a low hiss but he doesn't give up. We roll around on the floor; he gets a few hits on me and I do as well. My breathing is heavy, but so is his. My body is humming with adrenalin. I always did like a good fight.

I am taken by surprise when he manages to flip us over. He is on top of me; he has both my arms pinned under his legs. He is sitting on the top of my torso so I can't really move. I struggle under him but I can't push him off; he is surprisingly strong for a Moroi. We don't say anything for a while. Our breathing is uneven and both our faces are coated in sweat. We look at each other with so much anger and animosity that I can practically feel it. His pale face is flushed; giving him color that even I'll admit makes him look hot.

I scowl at my thoughts.

He finally catches his breath and he smirks, "What happened Rose?" I growl, "Get off of me." He shakes his head, "Not until I get what I came for." I look at him with so much venom in my eyes. I spit out, "What the hell is that?" He curls his lip up in distaste, "I want an apology." I try to throw him off, to no avail, and say, "Fuck off."

He glares and places his hand on my throat. He squeezes lightly and I stop moving. He says, "Say you're Sorry Rose and that you didn't mean to be such a bitch." I toss my head side to side, "I won't!" There was no way in hell I was going to give him what he wanted.

His fingers become a little tighter. His voice drops down to a menacing tone, "That isn't what I wanted to hear." Suddenly my neck becomes a bit too hot. He is channeling his magic through his fingers. It's not uncomfortable; and that's what makes me stop moving. Excitement course through me and suddenly I am very aware of him. His ice blue eyes are heavy with hate but I see something else. His lips are curled in a smirk and I want to wipe that stupid look away; by crashing my lips to his. His body is pressed closely to mine. I feel my body shiver as his hand tightens on me. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Say it Rose." I shake my head; too afraid of what my voice might sound like. Why is this turning me on?

His other hand goes to the back of my head, lifts it, and digs into my hair. I hadn't been able to put it up before I went to bed. He pulls my hair and I can't stop the small moan that escapes me. Shocks run through my body and I can't help it.

Surprise flashes through his eyes and I feel the fingers on my neck loosen. But this time I don't try to get away. I feel my face flush in embarrassment. I shut my mouth and try to shove him off again. I feel another pull of my hair but this time his fingers caress my scalp. My moan is a little louder this time.

His eyes become heated, but not with anger.

He lowers himself so now he is straddling my hips. My arms are free but I don't move. I should throw him off; I should beat the living crap out of him, but I don't. I don't want to. My eyes are locked on his.

His hand lets go of my neck and slowly travels to my side. I feel his large palm on my skin and that's when I remember what I'm wearing. I was getting ready for bed and my sleeping clothes consist of a large shirt and my panties; nothing else. Instead of feeling embarrassed, I feel hot. It makes this bizarre situation much more intense.

He tugs my hair again but this time he thrust his hips into mine. I let out a gasp as I feel something hard connect with my core.

This isn't right; I shouldn't be feeling like this. Especially towards Christian!

He thrust into me again only this time my hips move as well. I didn't tell them to do it but they had a mind of their own. He growls and I feel my upper half being lifted from the floor. Before I can think, I feel his lips on mine. I want to push him away; I need to. But when my hands dig into his hair I bring him closer. He licks my bottom lip, asking for entrance; I deny him. He growls again as he pulls my hair harder. I gasp and he wastes no time in shoving his tongue into my mouth.

Our lips and tongues move fast and hard; dancing in a battle for dominance. I tug his hair and I feel his groan. He lightly nips my tongue, sending a rush of heat in between my thighs. I grind myself into him; trying to get some friction down there.

The hand on my side moves up; under my shirt. I feel his hand graze my breast and I arch into him. This is so wrong; we need to stop.

My thoughts are scattered when his hand grabs my breast roughly. I whimper and I feel him smirk against my lips. His fingers play with my nipple and it instantly hardens. He tugs it; I toss my head back and bite my lip. Why did this feel so good? My body wants him so bad.

I suddenly feel my shirt being taken off and soon I am in only my panties. Christian's predatory gaze goes down to my chest; my entire body feels like I am being set on fire.

Before I can blink his mouth closes around my breast and he sucks hard. Hot liquid rushes to my lower abdomen and I have to squeeze my legs together. My hand goes down to the rather large bulge in his pant and I stroke it. He hisses against me; I feel his tongue twirl on my nipple, causing me to let out a throaty moan. Somehow I manage to get his zipper open and I grasp his length through his boxers. He let's go of my breast and tosses his head back; a sexy moan leaving him. I feel the wetness on his head, managing to turn me on even more.

I hear something snap; then suddenly I feel Christian's fingers inside of me. "Ah Christian!" His thumb rubs against my clit while he pumps into me. He adds another finger and I fall back on the floor. I feel his teeth bite my nipple and I shudder. I feel a tightening in my lower belly. My body arches off the floor.

More clothes are ripped off and soon we are both naked; Christian lying on top of me. His fingers continue to work on me and I feel myself reaching my peak. My nails dig into his shoulders as I feel myself getting close.

But I don't get there. Christian removes his fingers and my eyes snap open. His hot gaze burns right through me, but he is smirking. I see him lift his fingers to his mouth and he licks them. My blood pumps faster as I watch him. He speaks with a cocky tone, "I thought you hated me Rose." My dazed look quickly snaps into a glare. I growl, "I do hate you!" He shoves his fingers inside of me again and I gasp. His palm rubs against my sensitive bud, making me wither underneath him.

His voice is husky as he says, "This isn't how react to a person you hate." His lips smash against mine; he forces my mouth open. I can only respond to his attack because I have no rational part left in me.

My hips move with his hand and I feel my release coiling up inside of me. But just like before Christian moves his hand away. I whine, "What the hell?" He smirks at me, "I still want my apology." I shake my head and he scowls. He keeps up his torture; he rams his fingers into me and brings me close to my orgasm just to remove his hand and demand an apology. I cry in frustration as he does it for a fourth time. I give in, "Fine! I'm sorry Christian; I didn't mean to be such a bitch."

He gives me a triumphant smirk, "Was that so hard?" Before I can answer him he pumps back into me; only this time he doesn't stop. His fingers work in wicked ways that have me moaning and withering under him. He pulls his fingers out but then pinches my sensitive bud and I come undone. My body shudders and I feel as if I am flying.

My entire being is still humming when I feel his tip at my entrance. My eyes had shut closed when I came but now they are wide open. I stare into his hot blue gaze and I know what I want. I tilt my hips up; he needs no further invitation. His large head pushes my lips apart and my eyes widen as I feel how long and thick he actually is. I hear him grunt, "Fuck, you're so tight." I close my eyes as I try to ignore the pain. In all the heated kisses and angry scratches I hadn't thought to tell him I was a virgin.

He jerks his hips and he is sheathed all the way into me. I let out a small whimper when he breaks my barrier. His eyes widen, "Rose, where you a-" I just nod my head. There's nothing we can do about it now.

He doesn't move as he lets me get used to his large member. Soon the pain is replaced with a dull aching pulse. I move my hips to see if it won't hurt. I groan as our friction causes me to heat up once again. He pulls out of me and slowly pushes back in. He keeps this pace up for a while but then I begin to get frustrated. I wrap my legs around his waist and push him into me. He groans and I say, "Faster Christian."

He doesn't hesitate. He pulls out again only to slam back into me hard. I let out a startled cry as he begins to pump faster. His hand is in my hair and pulls. My moans fill the room and his grunts invade my brain. His other hand is clenched tightly against my hip, pulling me to him.

I arch my back as he hits me deep and hard. I shudder against him as I meet him thrust for thrust. He lets go of my hip and places his hand on my rear. He lifts it up and I gasp as the slight change gives him access to my sweet spot. He pounds into me hard and my nails run down his back; leaving angry marks. His pubic bone slams into my clit and I know I won't last much longer.

His lips attack my neck, sucking hard on a spot just below my ear; my insides tighten.

I feel another orgasm quickly coming and my breath becomes shallow. My nails dig into his chest; running over his nipples and I hear him let out a sharp breath. He goes faster, his head hitting just the right spot. My cries of pleasure only make him slam harder. I lift my mouth to his neck and bite his pulse point. He growls, and I feel his fingers tighten on my hair. I bite him again, just a little harder; he lets go of my fair and squeezes my nipple, hard. I let out a cry in both pleasure and pain. The knot in my lower abdominal seems to coil tighter and I know I'm close. I tighten my legs around him and he shivers. Christian lets go of my butt and snakes his hand in between us. He rubs me fast and hard; I begin to see stars.

He pinches and pulls my sensitive clit and I shatter. I yell out his name as my release takes over. My walls clamp tight on his; he thrusts one more time and then he pulls out. Spurts of hot white liquid fall onto my stomach causing me to shiver as it hits my skin. I watch in amazement as his member deflates; still looking rather large in its flaccid form. His eyes are hot as he looks at me covered in his juices. I should feel disgusted, but I don't; it makes me feel wanton, naughty. I slowly run my fingers down my stomach, wondering what it feels like. My eyes don't leave his face and I can see his gaze go from hot, to wild, to sex crazed; making me become heated and wet all over again.

He growls and stands up. He rushes into my bathroom, comes back out with a towel, and cleans me up. Nothing is said as he does this. Once he is done, he gets up and begins to put his clothes on. He tosses me my shirt.

Christian walks to my door but before he leaves he looks back at me. In a low and angry voice he says, "This never happened. We tell no one." I stand up, cross my arms, and glare at him, "Like I would want anyone to know." He exits my room and slams my door. I flinch as the noise seems too loud. I stand there looking at the door for a long time.

What the hell did I just do? I had sex with Christian Ozera! He had taken my virginity!

My stomach begins to turn as what we did hits me hard. I had just fucked the guy I hated; the guy my best friend has a crush on. I feel my eyes water at the stupidity of my actions. I can't believe I did that.

But some sick part of me doesn't regret it. I liked it; and I know I would do it again if I had the chance. I'm sick.