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"NO!" Dimitri sat up suddenly, causing me to roll back onto the bed and in doing so, I woke up. He was breathing hard, and shaking slightly. He swung his legs out of bed, and pulled on his boxers before getting out of bed and moving over to the window, leaning his head on the glass. I got out of bed too, pulling on his discarded shirt, and walking over to him.

"What's wrong?" I asked, touching his arm. He flinched, but didn't move away. I knew I shouldn't push him, and I let the question hang there for him to answer when he was ready.

"I saw them. In my dreams. All those people...innocent people. I'm a murderer." He said, turning away from me.

"No. No you're not." I said moving closer, desperately wanting to comfort him.

"Yes. Yes I am. I can remember every single person. They did nothing wrong. And I killed them in cold blood. I'm a monster." He whispered the last bit, having no room in him for anger, only guilt.

I pulled on his arm, and he turned around and looked at me. He had misery and guilt written all over his face. But that wasn't the worst part. Dimitri, my strong, constant Dimitri was crying. The tears were falling thick and fast.

"Oh, Dimitri." I whispered. I moved closer and wrapped him up in my arms. He rested his head against my shoulder, and cried.

I let him get it all out before I led him back to bed. He climbed in and pulled me with him, not wanting to be alone. I wrapped him back up in my arms, and he laid his head against my chest. I stroked his hair and traced patterns on his arm that was around my hip until he fell asleep.

I hated to see him so broken, and I knew he was never really going to get rid of the guilt, a lot like me with Viktor. But I knew I had to be strong for him, help him through this. I was thinking of ways I could help, when all of a sudden I remembered it was his birthday in a few weeks. I lay there, waiting for sleep to take me and planned.

I woke up first for a change, but Dimitri's head was still on my chest, so I stayed where I was and mused over the events of the morning. He said he was a monster, but by thinking that he proved he wasn't. A monster would feel no remorse over what they had done, but the guilt was crushing him. He had mentioned before that he dreamt about the people he killed whilst Strigoi, but seeing it first hand was shocking.

"You're thinking about something." I looked down and saw that while I had been thinking, Dimitri had woken up. I smiled at him, saving those thoughts for later.

"I was just wondering what you wanted for your birthday." It wasn't a lie, just not the whole truth.

He looked surprised. "I didn't realise it was so soon."

"But still, what do you want?" He smiled at me, and said,

"I've got everything right here." He leaned up and kissed me, but I didn't let him get away with it.

"Well, if you don't tell me, I'll have to guess." I had a rough idea of what I was going to get him, but I still wanted him to tell me.

"That's fine with me." He said, stretching and putting his hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling and smiling.

I propped my head up with my elbow and looked at him.

"I'm serious, what do you want?" He thought about it, and I thought he wasn't going to answer my question, when he looked at me, grinning.

"A new duster." I slapped his chest.

"Be serious!"

"I am!" He said, still grinning.

"What, so on your 25th birthday, all you want from your girlfriend is a leather duster?"

"Why is that so hard to believe? I need a new duster. You can buy me two if you really want."

I went to hit him again, but he caught my hand and pinned it above my head. He gave me a cheeky grin that suddenly made me a little bit scared, and pinned my other hand with the right one. He then traced his fingers down the middle of my chest, making me shiver, and stopped at my abdomen. With moves so quick I didn't have a chance of stopping; he moved both his hands to my waist and tickled me.

I shrieked and wriggled, begging him to stop. He didn't release me until I was breathless. He grinned at me, before rolling onto his back and waited 'till my breathing had evened out.

"You're mean." I said, a bit peeved he used my ticklishness against me.

"Oh, well let me make it up to you." He leaned down and gave me a slow, passionate kiss that once again, left me breathless.

"You're forgiven." I gasped, when he finally broke for air.

"I had a feeling I might be." He smiled. I wanted to hit him again, but it would just start all over again.

"Come on comrade," I said, hopping out of bed. "Time to get dressed." He groaned, but still rolled out of bed.

I got changed into jeans and a t-shirt, not starting my shifts until tomorrow. We walked hand in hand down to get breakfast, not yet having an actual apartment, so we couldn't eat whilst at home. After we had finished, I kissed Dimitri goodbye, needing to speak to Lissa. It was quite a long goodbye, especially considering I wouldn't be more than half an hour, but what can I say? He was so unbelievably sexy, I was irrevocably in love with him, and we had been apart for too long as it was.

I found Lissa heading back from the assembly hall, having to sign some more documents.

"Lissa!" I called, getting her attention. I also attracted the attention of all her entourage. There were about 10 guardians around her, and i spotted more dotted around the area, scouting for any danger.

"Rose, I thought you were still asleep?" I jogged over to join her.

"I was, but I need to talk to you."

"Ok, well shoot."

"Ahh, could I come back to your room?"

"I'm Queen. I don't have a room, but you can come to my suite." We walked back to her room...no, suite, chatting about last night.

When we arrived, I was met with a penthouse apartment that looked more like a one-floor house. There was a huge living room with plush leather sofas, and a low glass coffee table in the middle. A huge flat screen TV was mounted on the wall above an electric fire, and the window either side looked over the whole of the court. There were corridors leading off the side of the room, and Lissa gave me a tour.

There was a huge office where she was to do all her official royal paperwork, and another smaller room with another TV and a variety of different games consoles plugged in, surrounded by bean bags.

"Christian's room." Was the only explanation I got, but that was enough.

She went on to show me the extravagant bathrooms – an ensuite and a main. There was a spare bedroom with a huge wardrobe, but nothing could prepare me for the master bedroom. It was twice the size of my room at the moment, and the massive bed took up most of the room. She showed me her wardrobe, and my mouth literally dropped open. It was like there was another room added onto the side. It was the same size as the bedroom itself, and every possible space was covered with clothes or shoes or jewellery. She showed me the kitchen on the way back into the living room, but I was still in shock from the wardrobe. The cabinets and work tops had the same white theme that ran through the whole suite, and it looked much too big for just the two of them.

Eventually, we sat down on her sofa with mugs of coffee and started to talk.

"Liss, Dimitri's birthday is in a few weeks, and I wanted to do something special. After everything that's happened, I wanted us to take a break, you know, together, before we go to Leigh. I know I haven't even started working yet, but I was wondering if I could take two weeks off. I mean, you're well within your rights to say no, but I wanted to ask."

"Of course! I've never gotten to say this, but you two are just so adorable! You can't deny the love when you two are together. And of course you can have two weeks off. I think you two need to get away from it all; you two have been through so much in the past few months." I hugged her, not quite sure what to say. "Ad of course, Dimitri will have the time off too. But I won't tell him. I'm sure you want it to be a surprise?" I nodded, still stunned at what she had said.

Suddenly, she got up and walked over to a bureau in the corner and got out an envelope.

"Here." She said, holding it out to me. "Think of it as a thank you for saving my life, and welcome to your new jobs." I opened it and gasped. Three silver door keys fell out. "Guardians usually live with their Moroi, but I don't think that would be, ah, appropriate. You know, with us both being couples, and erm, young and erm, everything..."

"Lissa, I...I don't know what to say...Thank-"

"Don't. It really is the least I can do. I have to go to a meeting now, but it's the building over the road. I had it all redecorated, but if you don't like it, just say. Go and grab Dimitri and check it out."

I launched myself at her, touched at her generosity.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"Thank you, Rose. You saved my life."

"You saved my life too." She seemed to forget that she was the one who bought me back from the dead when I was 12.

We broke apart, smiling. We spoke for a bit longer, before she had to make her way down to the centre of Court. I sent a quick text to Dimitri, telling him to meet me outside Lissa' building and he was there in about a minute. He hugged me tightly, before asking me what exactly we were doing here.

"Lissa has given us a present." I explained, pulling him by the hand towards the building opposite. I typed in the code she had given me just before she left, and opened the glass and steel doors, granting us access into the block. We were on the top floor, so we started to climb all 26 floors up – we were uber fit guardians, we should really take the stairs.

It turns out that we had the whole of the top floor to ourselves, and we had the roof for storage. The suite was a lot smaller than Lissa's but it was still amazing.

The main feature of the living room was a huge wood-burning fireplace. There were two armchairs either side, and an inviting-looking sofa was facing a decent sized TV. A well stocked bookcase was next to the fireplace, and a big square mirror hung over the mantle.

The kitchen was huge, the rustic theme continuing through. The red-wood cabinets had off-white marble tops, with a double sized oven and a humongous fridge. There was a breakfast bar in the middle with low over hanging lights. No door connected the dining room with the kitchen, just a wide archway. A large mahogany dining table with 10 chairs around it took up most of the room, but it still looked spacious.

The main bathroom had a claw-footed bathtub in the centre of the room, big enough for two. The shower was more like a wet room, taking up most of the back wall. We had a guest bedroom too, just down the hall, and our ensuite was a lot more normally proportioned.

Once again, I gasped when I saw our bedroom. There was a huge 4-poster bed with the head board against the wall opposite the door. The bathroom was on the left, and a door I guessed was the built in wardrobe on the right wall, tucked into the corner. The window to the left of our bed had a window seat – big enough to fit two – and it overlooked the countryside that surrounded Court. Another wood-burning fireplace – smaller this time – was on the right wall, that gave the room an orange glow and filled the air with the crackling of the fire.

The room had a red and gold theme running throughout. The thick carpet was a deep red flecked with gold, and the curtains were the same red. The walls had a dark wood panelling, but the detail in between was golden. The doors were mahogany – the same as throughout the suite – as was the bed frame, and the drapes that hung over it was a deep red silk. The bedding was golden and red, with the pillows covering nearly half the bed, just like in the show homes.

"Woah." I said, other, more eloquent words escaping me.

"You can say that again." Dimitri was still holding my hand, but his face showed the same awe as I was feeling. "This is a very nice, very expensive present."

"I think that's a bit of an understatement." My mind slowly started to stop spinning, and something dawned on me. "Hey, this is our first apartment."

Dimitri grinned at me, squeezing my hand. "Well, we didn't buy it, but this is our home now." I grinned at him, and threw my arms round his neck.

"I love you." I said, pulling him as close as I could.

"I love you, Roza." He responded, wrapping his arms round my waist, keeping me close. We stayed like that for a bit, before he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Do you think we should move all our stuff in today? Make it seem more like...home."

I kissed him, and unravelled myself from his embrace. "Absolutely. We'll start with your old place because it's further away, then my room. I don't think there's anything in the royal room we are in at the moment?" Dimitri had been nuzzling my neck as I said this, making it quite hard to form each sentence. He shook his head against my shoulder, giving it one last kiss before straightening up. He grinned, and grabbed my hand again, pulling me towards the door.

Dimitri didn't have a huge amount of things – surprisingly – just some books, CDs, movies, photos and clothes, but there were a few bits that took a bit longer to move. Who needs 2 computers? And a laptop? Never the less, he insisted on keeping it all, one in the living room, one in the bedroom, and the laptop would live in a draw somewhere. He had a big hi-fi system he wanted to keep, and we had to call Christian and Eddie to help, what with all the wires and everything. My stuff was a different matter. It was mostly made up of clothes and make up – it took three trips with all four of us to move it all – but I had some books too. My CDs, films and photos were still in boxes; I hadn't had the chance to unpack them yet, what with the Strigoi-Dimitri, prison and running away thing. My technology all fit into one bag; laptop, iPod, camera and phone.

"We come bearing gifts!" Lissa and Mia arrived – bringing food! – at 12. We all stopped for a sustenance break, but I soon put them to work organising the kitchen. Lissa, Christian and Eddie left at five, having to do some official duties, and Mia left at six, having arranged to meet her dad.

It was well gone 10 by the time we started on the clothes; we saved putting the clothes away until last, thinking that distributing the wardrobe space would be more of a challenge. The boxes had been dumped on our bed or on the floor, so at least we didn't have to move them. I started opening them, seeing which stuff was mine when Dimitri said,

"Ah, Rose? I think you should come and see this." I turned around, and saw him looking into the wardrobe.

"What? Is it a rat infestation or something?" I walked up to him and froze when I saw what he was talking about. Through the door we had assumed was a built in wardrobe, was another room. It was a contrasting white to the reds and golds of the bedroom, and was lit with high intensity lights. On the side walls were rail after rail of clothing space, and the back wall had a built in vanity-table, draws and shelves.

It was a wardrobe, if a wardrobe is where one keeps their clothes, but it looked more like a dressing room-slash-warehouse! It was neatly as big as the bedroom itself.

"Is it big enough to fit all your clothes in?" Dimitri teased, waving his hand in front of my face. I snapped out of my daze,

"I think I will have to buy some more clothes..."

"I think you have enough. And besides, I prefer you with them off." He said, kissing me on the cheek. "Come one, if we get a move on, we might be finished by next week." I went to hit him, but he dodged out of my way, going into the bedroom.

It took hours. We – I – sorted everything out into bottoms, tops, dresses, coats/jackets, lingerie, swim wear and accessories. Dimitri had his bit – he got one rail, what can I say? I thought that was generous – sorted in like five seconds, so helped me put everything on hangers. I must admit, his eyes did bug out of his sockets when he saw some of the more skimpy things I had, especially the lingerie.

Finally, at one o'clock in the bloody morning, everything was finished. We collapsed onto the bed in a heap, not moving for a few minutes, trying to recover. I wanted to fall asleep then and there, but I knew I wouldn't be comfortable in my jeans, and I might as well just get changed. I heaved myself off the bed, and walked into the wardrobe – woah, it was really big – and went over to the PJ's section. I picked out a hanger at random, and it was a very short red lacy nighty. In fact, it was one of the ones that made Dimitri's eyes bug out. Humm...

I moved over to one of the draws, and got out some of my matching, practically see-through lingerie, and got changed, ready to give my Russian one hell of a surprise, all thoughts of sleeping gone. I walked out, and saw that he hadn't moved. He was just staring at the ceiling, hands behind his head, deep in thought. He looked up when he heard me approach. His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. Well, it was very short...

I didn't acknowledge him, and just went over to my side of the bed, as it I were about to get into it. He quickly rolled off the bed

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked, the desire building in his eyes.

"Bed..."

"I don't think so." He slowly walked towards me, looking like a hunter, stalking its prey.

**** M scene ****

He slowly bent down and kissed my shoulder before sliding down one strap of my nighty. He did the same thing with the other one, and let it fall to the floor. He took his time looking up and down, drinking me in. He lifted me up, bridal style and took me to the bed, starting intently into my eyes.

He put me down in the middle of the bed, and crawled so he was hovering over me. He was still staring at me, and his gaze was making me hot all over. I reached up and stroked his cheek, slowly dragging my fingers down his neck to the collar of his t-shirt. He knew what I wanted, and quickly pulled it off and threw it on the floor. I traced my fingers down his chest, marvelling at how perfectly sculpted it was.

He leaned down and kissed the hollow at the base of my neck and made his way up my throat and back again, torturing me with the slow pace. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer and memorising the way his skin felt against mine. His muscles rippled at my touch, making me realise how strong he really was. He found the pulse point in my neck, and assaulted it with his mouth. With the amount of nibbling he was doing, I was more than certain I would have a rather large hickey in the morning, but that was fine with me. His hands were placed firmly on my upper thighs and his thumbs were making small circles, sending shocks of electricity up and down my spine.

He finally moved his mouth to mine and I couldn't help but kiss him back with as much force, and more. Our tongues were battling for dominance, and I could feel his hands start to move higher, ghosting over my stomach and heading for my ribs. I smiled against his lips, and felt him smile right back.

He ran his hands around my ribcage and unfastened my bra faster than I thought was possible, as I started to move my hands lower, noticing that he was still fully clothed, sans top. I managed to undo his jeans and wriggle them down to his knees with my hands, but I had to use my feet to get them all the way off. He released my mouth and moved down to my chest, pulling my nipple into his mouth, and assaulting the other with his magical fingers. I couldn't help put knot my fingers in his hair, pulling at the roots when he bit down and pinched, making him moan. The vibrations felt so good, that I pulled harder, making him moan again.

He released my nipple with a small popping sound, and I rolled over so I was on top of him, wanting to have my wicked way with him now. I trailed kisses down his chest, and I couldn't resist licking his much defined V that disappeared into his boxers, which by now had a very large tenting in them. I slipped my hands inside, stroking him up and down, feeling him thrust into my hands. I grinned against his stomach, and tightened my grip, hearing a small whimper escape Dimitri's lips. I cupped his balls and squeezed slightly, before removing my hands and pulling his last item of clothing down, freeing his rather large erection.

I leaned down and trailed my tongue up and down his inner thighs, teasing him before moving away from where he needed me the most.

"Roza!" He rasped, fisting his hands in the sheets. I felt a bit bad, and I really wanted to taste him, so I gave in.

Slowly, I kissed my way back up his muscular thigh. I flicked my tongue out and licked the place where his cock met his balls, before taking them one by one into my mouth, swirling and flicking my tongue, making him cry out. I sucked hard before releasing them, and licked my way up to his head, following the vein that ran on the underside.

I licked the rather large amount of pre cum off his head, moaning at the taste, and flicked his slit a few times, making him gasp and tighten his grip on the bed spread. I sucked him in, throat deep and groaned at the feeling of his pulsing cock in my mouth.

"Roza!" He shouted, bucking into the back of my throat.

I set a slow pace, just getting used to the feeling of him in me, massaging the part that wouldn't fit in my mouth, but judging by his moans, I was doing ok. Gently, I let my teeth graze against his vein, making him swear in Russian and throw his head back. I sped up my pace, feeling his engorged member swelling even more. A few moments later, I could feel his dick twitching, so sucked hard and squeezed his balls. He shouted out my name and arched off the bed as he came down the back of my throat. I groaned at the taste, and swallowed everything he gave me. I released him from my mouth, and gave his tip a small kiss before moving back up to his face. He was breathing hard, eyes closed and his whole body was shaking.

I gave him a peck on the lips and curled into his side.

"Fuck." He gasped, still panting. I grinned; pleased I could have that effect on him. I traced patterns on his chest waiting until his breathing had evened out. "Right," He said, grinning mischievously. "My turn." I looked at him, confused, but when he rolled on top of me and started kissing his way down my ribcage, I got the jist.

Without bothering with torturing-ly slow foreplay or anything, he removed my thong with his teeth, and threw it on the floor. He stroked his finger through my folds and moaned.

"God, you're so wet." He moved his finger up to his face, making sure I could see, before sucking all the glistening liquid off, making me bit my lip to stop myself moaning. He leaned down to my ear, and whispered, "You taste so good Roza." I closed my eyes, his husky voice turning me on even more.

He moved back down to my hips, spreading my legs open as wide as they could go and placed my feet flat on the bed, making my hips face upwards, and moaned at the sight. He bent down and took a long lick of my wetness, making me gasp at the feeling. He moaned, and the vibrations nearly made me blow then and there. He continued to lick me up and down, before taking my clit into his mouth and sucking, flicking it with his tongue. I cried out and arched off the bed. I was so close, and he had only just started. I felt him smile against me, and I bit my lip, the movement giving me goose bumps.

He moved his mouth lower down, and circled my entrance with his tongue before plunging it inside of me, making me grab hold of his hair and push him closer into me. He moved his tongue in and out, making me gasp in time. He rubbed his nose against my clit, making me cry out again. He could feel me getting closer and closer, so he curled his tongue and flicked that spot, making me tighten my grip in his hair, my thighs shaking. He moaned at the feeling of me pulling at his roots, and the feeling of the vibrations and the pushing of his tongue in and out, in and out made me scream, the hot lava flowing from my core. He drank up everything I gave him and waited until my body stopped shaking before removing his head from in between my legs. I collapsed flat on the bed, my body still quivering.

He kissed his way back up my body and smiled against my collar bone. I pulled his mouth towards mine, and kissed him hard and fast, moaning at the taste of myself on his tongue. His hands spread my legs and moved up to my breasts. He lined up his cock at my entrance, and pinched down hard on my nipples as he plunged into me, hard and fast. I clamped my lips around his and nearly screamed once again at the feeling. Once I had gotten used to the feel of him in me – he was really big, width ways and length ways – I released his mouth and let him assault my neck and he fucked me hard and fast. Don't get me wrong, I loved it when me and Dimitri took it slow and lovingly, but the feeling of him pounding in and out of me, harder and faster than I had thought physically possible was amazing.

I met each thrust with equal force, but it still wasn't enough. He pulled right out if me and grabbed my knee and hitched it over his shoulder, doing the same with the other leg. He thrust his way inside me and I cried out with the new angle. I could feel every single inch of him like this, and every thrust pushed against my g-spot violently, sending shudders right through me. His face was still near my head, and I could hear him muttering my name every time he pushed into me. I slid my hands down his back and grabbed hold of his arse, feeling his taught muscles clench every time he thrust into me. He moved his hands above my head to give him more power, and I could feel the coil in my stomach start to wind tighter and tighter.

A few more thrusts and I exploded, screaming out his name. The feeling of me milking him for all I was worth made him join me. He pulled out of he and we collapsed on the bed in a tangle of sweaty bodies. I was in not fit state to even move, but Dimitri recovered faster than I did.

***End of M scene ***

He pulled me into his side and kissed my head. No words were needed, and we just basked in the perfect moment, and fell asleep in each other's embrace, just like we had for the past few days, and just how I always wanted it to be.

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