Hey guys! This is my first FF ever so be nice! Hope you enjoy this first short chapter and review if you'd like! The title might change but otherwise, please enjoy! This is so exciting! Also, thanks to my beta reader, Hannah (przybyszewski) she's an awesome friend and you guys should check out her stories as well. So, I don't know what else to say in this so I'll let my writing do the talking!
One
As I lay in bed, I can still feel Tasha's well-placed bullet striking my chest. Cringing from the painful memory, I moved closer into Dimitri's embrace. He snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. I sucked in a breath when my chest tightened from the stitches that were still healing. I felt Dimitri's body tense up against mine and I sighed. Dimitri's quiet voice came out from the darkness, "Rose, are you okay?"
I turned over, ignoring the sharp pain in my chest this time, "Dimitri, I'm gonna kill myself if I have to stay in this stuffy room one more day." Dimitri was again, exasperated by the morbid humor that I had resorted to over the last two weeks.
He got quiet as he undoubtedly thought of more reasons to keep me in this godforsaken room. He sighed, "Okay, then why don't you just hang out with Lissa tomorrow? You can stay off duty and take it easy." After I had convinced Dimitri that I would be safe out in the scary world of court for a couple of hours, we made a deal that I could go to lunch with Lissa tomorrow.
This being the best offer that Dimitri had given me in weeks, I agreed. Dimitri still wasn't too anxious about letting me out of the room too much. Earlier this week, I snuck out, just for a few hours of fun and my stitches opened…again. Why they didn't make those things more durable was beyond my understanding. Dimitri has basically put me on lockdown since then and I'm starting to feel like a caged animal.
In the morning, I woke up earlier than usual and took a shower to get ready for my first real outing in the last month. Though I normally don't take long showers, I let myself relax under the steady stream of hot water. As I walked into the bedroom, Dimitri sat up, his hair still messy from sleep. With a short towel draped around my body, I moved around the room, picking up clothes. As I glanced back at Dimitri, he smiled at me and stood up, walking over to where I was standing by the dresser. He kissed me, softly pressing his lips against mine and grabbing onto the back of my neck, playing with my still-wet hair. I pulled back from the kiss and smirked at him, dropping my towel, His eyes traced my body, taking in every curve.
"See something you like?" Echoing words that I had said before, though it seemed like a lifetime ago. He laughed at me, his eyes following me as I walked over to the closet pulling out a beat-up pair of jeans and a simple black tee shirt.
As his eyes trailed me, I sighed wistfully, "Too bad you won't have sex with me until these stitches are out." He cleared his throat as I moved closer to him and repeated, softly, "Too bad."
Dimitri leaned forward as if to kiss me on the cheek, but whispered, "Too bad my self-control is ten-times stronger than yours." He turned away from me and entered the bathroom, closing the door lightly. I pulled on my clothes and left the room before Dimitri came back out of the shower.
I met Lissa in her room ten minutes later, still a little angry from my heated encounter with Dimitri. As she let me in her room, I threw myself on the couch next to Christian. He looked over at me and raised one eyebrow, damn him.
"What are you staring at?" When he continued to stare at me, I glared at him, "You want a picture? It'll last longer."
With that comment, Christian started laughing, "Rose Hathaway makes a comeback? You know it's nice to see you not in hospital a bed. It felt wrong mocking you there." As he smiled at me, I stood up, grabbed Lissa's hand as we walked out of their suite.
Lissa was now looking at me as if I was the most amusing person in the world. "You know, I didn't realize how much I missed you and Christian fighting."
I grinned at her and we stepped into the elevator. "So, what is going on with you and Christian lately?" I raised my eyebrows at her, "I mean, I feel out of the loop."
She just shrugged her shoulders, "I feel like we're married or something. We live together, and have all of these responsibilities that other kids our age don't. I mean, I'm the Queen,it's just all sort of surreal."
The elevator doors closed behind us and we walked together towards one of the only restaurants in court. When we got seated, which only took a minute when they realized it was Lissa, despite the fact that they were crazy busy.
By the time we finished breakfast, most of the restaurant had cleared and we were sitting alone in a small secluded section. I smiled at Lissa, "So do you think he's going to pop the question?"
She just gave me a small shrug as we stood up and walked out of the front door. "I think he feels sort of like he has to. I want it to be his decision, not forced by this court bullshit. I think when the time is right, it'll happen, but for now, I'm content with just being with him."
Lissa and I parted ways on the elevator when I went to my room to relax for a little while. My stitches we're pulling at my chest, even though I would never admit that to Dimitri. I opened the door to find Dimitri laying out on the couch in the living room, reading his ever-present western novel. Though he must have heard me come in, he didn't make a move to acknowledge me. I sauntered over to the couch and rolled on top of his body, simultaneously throwing his book on the floor. He looked at me with an amused expression on his face and brushed the hair that had fallen in his face back with his fingers.
I leaned down to kiss him and he met my lips with a level of intensity that I don't remember Dimitri having. Our lips parted and I pulled his torso so he was sitting up. He wrapped his hands around my hips and pushed the fabric of my tee shirt up. Running my hands down his chest, I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pushed it up over his head and Dimitri did the same to my shirt.
When Dimitri could see the bandages that were hidden earlier, he stopped and gave me a small smile. He sighed, "Rose, you know I don't want to hurt you, and your stitches still aren't healed. I'm sorry, not tonight; I don't want to hurt you."
Feeling slightly rejected I rolled off of him and sulked into the bedroom, slamming the door.
