Dimitri's P.O.V

I couldn't stop starting at her, her smile, her laugh and simply the way she moves.

She's my wife, of course I can't help but notice her and she notices me as well. She gives me a smile as she notices me looking at her. She puts the pan on the counter to cool off. "Looking for something?" She asked playfully while still looking at the food.

I smile. One of the reasons I feel for Tasha was her humor.

Rose is very funny as well, even making the most dreadful situations humorous.

Dammit, I did it again! Constantly comparing the two women I was torn between. I can't even look at Tasha without thinking of Rose! I shouldn't be thinking of another woman when with my wife. I took a vow at our wedding for me to be with Tasha, and only her for the rest of my life. Yet that one time, the darkest time in our marriage…

A couple of months before Rose's trial me and Tasha were always at odds. Constantly bickering about the smallest things, simply to argue. I don't even remember where our arguments came from, maybe from work. Mostly our tension is from work, it's either we're spending to much time at our desk and not our beds or we're to stressed out from work and end up taking it out on each other.

That's where Rose came in. When I first met her she was simply a troubled teen on trial for a murder she didn't commit. She was in trouble with the law, me with my marriage. It was stupid to seek comfort and pleasure for a girl that was seven years younger than me. Who was so broken, lonely…

I'd give anything to see her smile. At the time I only knew her for a few months. It would have been longer yet she was friends with one of the most powerful men in this country, Eric Dragomir who got her case moved up so she only suffered two months in jail instead of the year and a half she would have gotten. We only had few conversations, mainly with Tasha present but the ones when I was with her alone were so different. She was flirty, out-going yet tasteful. What she might have been like before the ordeal. I loved the girl.

Tasha was very conservative and rarely did anything out-going and risky unless it had to do with being a lawyer. Which is good, actually it's the reason we match so perfectly, we're very alike in that case. Yet maybe I wanted something different, someone who challenges me and makes me think of the world a whole new way.

"Are you okay, Dimitri?" Tasha asked, noticing that I wasn't paying attention to her and more to my own thoughts. I look out the window and I see it's around noon. It's our day off and since our rough patch we vowed to spend the day together. It usually involves watching old movies and going outdoors.

What do I do with Rose?

We have sex, that's all. That's all we ever do and did. With me and Tasha it was more in-depth. Yet in hindsight, that's all I ever wanted. What did Rose want? Now that I think about it I can see the small hints that Rose left, maybe wanting more…

"Tasha, I need to leave for a few hours." I said getting up from the chair. Tasha gave me a sad look and looked at her cooked masterpiece.

"But I baked us lunch." Tasha said coming over to me. "You know how much hate baking." She said with a small smile, probably thinking of our early marriage days where she continued to ruin our stoves with her 'cooking'. I smiled at her before kissing her on the cheek.

"I'll be back before dinner, promise." I said putting on my duster and slipping in my shoes.

"Where are you going?" She asked and that made me stumble. When I was out visiting Rose, Tasha was usually busy at work or with her friends so I never needed an excuse.

"Visiting Ivan." I said. She nodded and looked back at the food.

"What do you want for dinner then?" She asked.

"Take-out, let's not push our luck with homemade meals." I told her with a smile to know that I was kidding. She pursed her lips and put her hands on her hips.

"Very funny, cowboy." She said. I kissed her again before walking out the door of our house. It was fairly big, one of those houses at the upper part of town. It's a little to big for just to two of us yet Tasha and me agreed to have many kids later on.

I wonder what my kids would look like if Rose was the mother. I quickly shake my head of the thoughts. I need to talk to Rose, to see her and feel her. Not sexually that is.

I got in my car and sped off, I could vaguely see Tasha looking out from the window with a sadden expression on her face. Did she know? Tasha was no idiot yet I doubt if she actually knew of the affair, and the person. Yet she knew something was up, I'm sure of it.

I made a few pit stops, getting a basket, a few foods such as wrapped sandwiches that looked handmade, a few drinks, champagne and candles. I didn't bother with flowers, I made that mistake once, even though Rose didn't comment I knew she didn't really like me, giving her roses. Maybe it was a little to cliché, having her name Rose and giving her roses. Or maybe she just didn't like flowers…

After a long 45 minute drive, I finally made it to Rose's. Her neighborhood being out of my comfort zone with it's high crime rate and poverty rate. I wouldn't have stepped foot in here if not for Rose. I sighed and closed and locked the door which rested in front of her apartment. The shabby complex looked beaten down due to poor management. Someone's window on the third floor is missing, a few bricks are missing fro the top along with the dead grass that surrounded it.

I walked in, immediately I saw Stan, who I believe runs the place. I hear Rose complaining about him from time to time. He's a bald male with a large belly and doesn't spare me a glance when I come in. Others who are around usually take a double take. I walk up the steps, two a time yet considering there's no elevator and she lives on the top floor it took some time.

Thanks to my regular work outs I was there and not out of breath or sweaty. I didn't bother knocking on her door, plus I was always worried that a to hard knock could break it off it's hinges. It looked small and fragile. Yet I knew it was much stronger since I've seen Rose slam the thing several times, at least the times when Rose bothered to use her door.

I took the key that I kept in my pocket and unlocked her door, hearing the small thud to know it was open. I stepped in and smelt the familiar aroma of paint along with the shampoo Roza uses that floated around the house.

I saw the back of her head on the small broken down couch, a sketch pad in her hands and I heard the sound of a pencil hitting the paper and being dragged across it. I smiled and stood there for a moment, gently closing the door behind me.

I knew she heard my presence yet didn't look up from her recent art work. When she was working she was in her own little world, everything around her was minuscule. I walked over to her and sat on the couch. Even though it was dirty and dingy I still felt happy, simply because I was this close to her.

Being next to her I could make out what she was working on. She was simply using pencil, a regular number 2 pencil, and was drawing what looked like people.

I looked closer and I could make out Rose. Even in black and white I could tell it was her. In the portrait she was smiling and looked happy. I also noticed Lissa Dragomir who was next to her boyfriend, who I vaguely remember seeing at Rose's trial. I also recognized the other Dragomir, the small one, Jill I think. She had a small child in her arms and was next to some other man, who I'm guessing is her boyfriend. Everyone else was lost to me.

"These your friends?" I asked. She sets the pencil down and it rolls onto her lap. She nods and finally looks up and at me.

"This is Eddie, Jill and they're one year old son, Ashton." She said pointing at the first three people on the portrait. "This is my old friend Meredith; we used to hang out before the Mason thing happened. Her parent's thought I killed him and didn't want her hanging out with me. The other is me of course, then Lissa. You remember Lissa, right? She was the overly perky girl at my trail."

"Even when everyone else was crying she always had a smile on her face, she was trying to make you feel better right?" I asked and looked from the portrait to her. She nods and smiles.

"Lissa's always trying to make someone else feel better. She was ignoring her own feelings. I heard from Christian that every night she locked herself in her bathroom and cried for hours…" She said and looked down at the picture with a sad expression.

"Next of course is Christian, that snarky asshole." She said. "Lissa's B.F and her rock, when I wasn't there he was the only thing that kept her somewhat sane."

She moves on to the next picture yet doesn't speak, her eyes just linger on the picture. I look closely, since it wasn't in color I tried to make out the features. The curly hair, freckled face and the look of innocence on his face.

"Mason." I said and Rose nods while wiping a stray tear from her eyes.

"Mason." She breaths and her hand caress the drawing, almost as if it was actually him. "I'm still in shock of what happened to him. Who would do that? He was so sweet, kind and everything good really. What's even more unbelievable is that they had the nerve to point fingers at me! I would never hurt Mason, well, except for that time I accidently broke his nose in 8th grade." She said with laugh. "He forgave me the next day; he blamed it on my 'time of the month' of course that only made me want to punch him again."

"Who's the last one?" I asked, at the very end was a girl with her arm around Mason's waist and she also had a small smile on her face.

"That's Mia Rinaldi. Before Mason's murder she was his girlfriend. After his death she went, for lack of a better word, crazy. A month afterwards her father had to strap her to the car and drove her to a mental asylum with her kicking, screaming and crying for Mason. She's still there I believe. Before she was a crazy, spunky manipulator. We didn't get along first yet after a few altercations we finally became friends. Her and Mason became more. It's the most tragic part of this tale, I got it pretty bad yet Mia lost the love her life and got sent to the nut house. I say she got it worse."

Rose puts the pencil and sketch pad on the other cushion and turns to me and plants a kiss on my lips. Her lips causing sparks of electricity to go through my body, figuratively, yet I couldn't ignore the buzz it caused. I smiled against her lips and broke away.

"I have a surprise for you." I told her as my kisses went from her lips to her neck, and then stopped. She gave me a cute pout I chuckled and kissed her cheek.

"What's the surprise?" She asked. I gave her a mischievous look and grabbed her hand and gently got her off the couch

"You'll see." I said and lead her out of her apartment and into my car. I thought ahead and put the things in the trunk so she wouldn't see. After a few minutes of comfortable silence Rose finally spoke.

"Looks like it's gonna rain." She commented, peering outside the window. I was to busy driving the road and dodging idiots who had no idea how to drive and wasn't paying attention. I cursed in Russian and momentarily re-thought my idea.

"Are you upset?" Rose asked. "We're we going somewhere outside, like a park or beach?" I didn't need to answer the question because we pulled up to our destination. It was the beach that overlooked the ocean, lucky for us no one was there. Rose's eyes lit up and even though it could pour on us any second it was worth it, seeing Rose happy. Rose got out of the car and stood in front and looked over the ocean. I went to the trunk and got the picnic things. Rose saw it and looked confused.

"A picnic? Is this like a date?" She asked. For a second I thought I had this all wrong, maybe all she wanted was sex. But then I saw the hopeful look in her eyes and I knew I made the right choice, on this, that is. On everything else, that's still up in the air. I gently steered her to a nearby cave, which I thought of when I found out it was gonna rain. I knew this beach like the back of my hand and a few caves were located around here, yet this one was on shore and didn't have many waves coming through.

I set everything up while Rose looked at some of the cravings in the cave.

"Like it in here?" I asked Rose who was examining a heart with two initials inside. She looks over at me and nods.

"I have one question though." Rose said and sat down, eyeing a sandwich. "Why? We've been 'together' for a while now and you've never done anything like is before. Not that I'm complaining! It's just that it's so…" She trails off and I sit next to her and wrap my arm around her.

I try to word my sentence in my head. What will hurt Rose less? "Rose," I start off and take her hands in mine and look into her eyes. "I…" Then I trailed off, not able to get more than one word out. I looked into Rose's big brown eyes and saw tears in her eyes. Even though I didn't say it, she knew it.

"It's not me, it's you. It'll be better if we see other people, right?" She asked and gives a bitter laugh. "In case you haven't noticed you're already with someone else." She takes her hand out of mine and turns away, looking at the ocean.

"Rose, I'm sorry." I said, not able to think of anything else. What can I say? Anything else that comes out will be rubbish; it'll only make things worse.

"Sorry about what Dimitri. There are so many things to be sorry about." She said, still not turning to me. "Like cheating on your wife, taking advantage of an underage girl and then playing with her feelings and discarding her like trash – take your pick." Even though what Rose said stung, one thing she said stuck.

"I didn't know I took advantage of your feelings." I said, truthfully I thought maybe she wanted more, yet I didn't know that she already had feelings for me. I restrained myself from touching her, to hold her and comfort her.

"Dimitri, I…" She said but cut herself off. I gently turned her around and looked into her eyes. I tucked a stay hair behind her ear and lifted her chin to get a clear view.

"Is the word you're looking for, love?" I asked. She nodded slightly and looked down, playing with the sand and rocks.

"Do you feel the same?" She asked. The question doesn't catch me off guard; actually I predicted she'll ask this. I needed to be truthful with her.

"No." I said. I didn't 'love' Rose, yet I knew if I continued on the path I was I very well will. The feelings for Rose corrupted my mind daily and I know this isn't what she wanted to hear. She wanted me to confess my dying love and whisk her away. "But don't ever think you didn't have an impact on me, emotionally and physically." I said and move closer to her, trailing my finger up her arm. I smile when I see goose bumps follow my path. I love the effect I had on this woman, if only she knew what she did to me…

If she only knew how conflicted she made me. How she made me question everything, including my morals and marriage to Tasha. If she only knew she was nothing to me, yet everything.

I kissed her before she could utter a word. She kissed me back fiercely, I could tell it was her way of saying she loved me, and a goodbye. I conveyed the same message, except for the love part. I laid her down on the sand and took a moment to look at her. This will be the last moment we're together, as one and I wanted to savoir it.

I took a mental picture with my mind. How her dark hair sprayed over the sand. How my kisses made her lips plump and her breathless and how a light color of pink went to her cheeks when we did this. How her dark eyes were clouded with lust and love, something I wished I noticed before.

I grabbed a strap of her tank top and lowered it down her arm. I smiled when I saw a pink hard nipple pop of with her large breast. I palmed it and flickered the stiff nub with my thumb. Instead of a moan that usually came from her, I got tears instead. I looked up to her eyes with tears slipping over as she hastily wiped them away. I took her hand away and cleaned up her tears myself; I'm the one who caused them.

"This will be the last time we do this." She said. "You're the only one I had, everyone will pale in comparison." I took pride in the fact that I was the only one with this beauty, and brought her so much pleasure over the months. I kissed her sweetly and pulled back.

"So we better savoir it." I told her against her lips. She looked up at me questionably and nodded, having complete trust in me. I kissed her again and shred off the rest of her shirt, her breast firm and ready to play. I palmed one and took another warm breast in my mouth, moving my tongue over the numb. Rose moaned and her fingers trailed up to my hair and tangled it inside. I got up just to take off my shirt.

Rose's fingers trailed over my defined body, tracing all the abs and curves. "I'll miss this." Rose whispered and her hand trailed down to the large tent in my pants. "I'll defiantly miss this to." I chuckled before looking down at her half naked body. I took off her pants, wanting to get the treasure quickly. Once her pants was discarded somewhere in the cave. Her lacey black underwear was soaked at the bottom, the sweet aroma filling my nose.

I bent down and teased her by running my nose and finger up and down her tan leg, near but not going in. I ran my finger over the thin cloth and into the slit of her, feeling the warm juices soak my finger. I gently pushed down her underwear to her ankles where she continued to kick them off.

Seeing Rose all hot and bothered only made me that much more hard, making my pants feeling more like a prison than a piece of clothing. Yet my needs will have to wait till I please Roza, I at least owed her that.

I stuck one finger in Roza and the feeling of her already constricting against my finger made a grunt come out of my mouth, it didn't even sound human. Being with Roza brought the animal out in me. I added another finger and Roza's body withered against my touch. "More." She moaned, that being the only word that I could understand. I smiled yet didn't add another finger – instead used my tongue.

"Oh, god!" She screamed when my hot tongue met her warm folds. She grabbed my hair and pushed me into her, taking her as much as I could. She rocked her hips against my mouth creating more friction to her. Her juices all over my mouth and around it, she came in seconds afterwards. I pulled away, licked my fingers. I looked down at Rose's body and saw she was covered in sweat and had a pink color to her skin.

"You're truly a god." Rose breathed. "In every sense of the word." I smiled and took off my pants, releasing my cock into full view of Roza.

"Want this, Roza?" I asked stroking my penis to relive some tension. She nods and sits us and pushes me down back on the sand. This is where Roza's a goddess, doing the amazing blow jobs. She trails her finger up and down my hard length she bites her lip. She spreads her legs and places a digit inside herself. Seeing her please herself was an amazing view. While one finger plunged into herself she took her other and squeezed my cock and stroked it up and down at the same pace of her fingering herself.

"Dear god." I moaned as Roza continued her torture, till the white fluid began to leak out. Rose apparently came as well. She looked at my cock longingly before she stuck her tongue out and licked up the fluid.

"Taste amazing, Dimitri." She said and got the sad look in her eyes. I quickly pulled her down to a kiss.

"Remember Rose, savoir it. Savior us." I said and kissed her sweetly and pulled her down with me, only my chest. Rose's legs wrapped around my waist, I could tell she was hesitant, she was wanting it yet she knew how quickly I can make her cum and when it was over – we were over.

"Please prologue my torture." She whispered into my ear. I nodded and thrust into her. Her scream and moan filled the cave. I knew I fit perfectly into Rose's small shape and filled her completely. It brought pleasure and pain to her, yet the pleasure outweighed. I rolled her over and pounded into her, her pussy milking my cock.

"Faster!" Rose commanded and I quickly slide in and out, pushing her to the limits. After a few positions, I felt Rose tightly squeeze around me and we both came within seconds of each other.

I laid on Rose for a few more seconds before getting up. I was just about to disconnect myself when Rose pulled me back on her. "Don't leave, not yet." She whispered in my ear. I nodded and brought her closer to me and leaned against the rough cave wall. She was straddled on me, the two of us still connected. We both were looking at the pouring rain outside and the waves clashing against itself.

"I love you." Rose said and looked into my eyes. I nodded and stroked her hair; we both knew I wouldn't say it back. There's not really a word for what I feel for Rose…

"It's still nice to say it, for you to know that it's true." Rose said, twirling a small strand of my hair. I agreed I did like to know that Rose felt this way.

"You're always welcomed to come back to me." Rose said. "My heart will always beat for you."

A/N – Decided to make a two-shot, sorry not gonna do a full story. I like where this ended. Review for my first ever two-shot!