I wasn't going to make a part 2 for this, but I had some requests for it and thought why not. Hope you guys enjoy!
I was nervous. Like fingers trembling, blushing red, out of breath type of nervous. It was Sunday and Dimitri was supposed to be coming back today. When I woke up Saturday morning, the impact of what we had done hit me hard. Don't get me wrong, just thinking of the fact that Dimitri and I had phone sex was enough to send a jolt of heat to my core. I sat in bed for a whole hour going over everything that had transpired between us.
It started off as a normal conversation, with some light flirting, but that was nothing new considering the type of relationship Dimitri and I had.
But then it turned very sexual, very fast.
And the most shocking part was that it was Dimitri who had initiated the phone sex. Usually I was the one who would push Dimitri's buttons, hoping for something as small as a kiss. But Dimitri blew everything I had ever done right out of the water by getting me to moan, groan, and cum on the phone with him.
Now it was Sunday and I was anxious. Dimitri and I hadn't talked to one another all day yesterday and I was fearing the worst. The only thought going trough my head was that Dimitri had woken up on Saturday morning and instantly regretted everything we had done.
The thought completely dampened my mood to the point that even Lissa noticed.
"What's wrong with you, Rose?" She asked me, as we were walking out of church together. I thought going to church would calm my nerves and drive out the dirty thoughts that were going through my head. I even believed that I would be able to focus more on what Father Andrew was preaching since Dimitri wasn't sitting in the back pew. I always used his presence as one of the reasons I didn't pay attention to the service. If anything, I was more distracted today than ever before, because I was painfully aware of the fact that Dimitri was not sitting in the back pew. Wow, its like I had a one-track mind that only played one tune- Dimitri.
"Huh, oh nothing," I said distractedly.
"Oh no, don't you give me that. I have been trying to hold a conversation with you since you came to my room and I have yet to receive a proper response. Now tell me, what's wrong?" She asked me again, genuinely concerned.
"I just didn't sleep too well," I told her. It technically wasn't a lie, because I barely slept more than a few hours. I kept tossing and turning, replaying our conversation over and over again, and trying to picture how Dimitri would treat me once he got back to the academy.
"Do you want to stop by Adrian's room with me and Christian? He's going to help me practice looking at auras," she told me excitedly. Her and Adrian met up every single day to practice Spirit. Both excelled with different abilities and spent most of their time teaching one another.
"No I'll pass. I think I'm going to go back to my room to change and then run a few laps," I told her. Working out was always the one thing that calmed me down and allowed me to clear my head.
"Wow, Guardian Belikov would be proud," she said and my head perked up, just from hearing Lissa say Dimitri's title.
"Yeah, well I've slacking a lot this week. I swear that man is able to tell within the first lap I run whether I've been keeping up with my training or not," I tell her as we walk towards the guest building, where Adrian's room is.
"Well good luck with that. If you finish early or decide to change your mind, then come to Adrian's. Christian will be joining us soon, too so we'll probably be there for a couple of hours," she told me as she walked into the building. I told her I would. I know Dimitri had told me that he wanted me to come see him when he got back, but that was two days ago, and I didn't know if he had changed his mind since then or not.
I sighed out loud and walked back to my room to change. I made my way over to the track and began running. Each lap I ran helped me clear my mind more and more. Almost an hour after running, I felt more refreshed then I had all day.
I told myself that I had done nothing wrong and that if Dimitri chose to ignore me after what happened Friday, then that would be his own fault.
I walked back to my room and grabbed a change of clothes and my other items that I used in the shower. Evidently, even after giving myself that pep talk, I noticed that I had picked up Dimitri's sweatshirt to wear after I got out of the shower. I thought about putting it away and getting one of my own hoodies, but decided against it and headed towards the shower.
The hot water against my skin felt good, and I felt all of my muscles starting to relax. After a half an hour, I finally got out, dried myself off, and changed into Dimitri's sweatshirt and a pair of flannel shorts. I walked back to my room and set my stuff into in my closet. I sat on my bed and grabbed my phone that was charging on my side table.
I had one message and my heart nearly stopped beating when I saw who it was from. Dimitri.
I quickly opened his message to see what he had written.
Rose, I will be back by 5. Can I stop by your room? I think we need to talk.
I stared at my phone for 5 minutes, trying to come up with a response. What did he want to talk about? Was he going to say that what we did was inappropriate and I should forget about it? I hope not.
I replied back something short and simple.
Sure, come by whenever you'd like.
I looked over at my clock and saw that it was already 4:45. Dimitri had texted me almost an hour ago, but I hadn't seen it since I was showering.
I sat on my bed and started to fidget, my nervousness and anxiety hitting me like a ton of bricks. I got up and started pacing my room, trying to take deep breaths to calm myself down. I kept telling myself that it wasn't a big deal. Hell, I was able to confront him after the lust charm and that had happened in person, where he had seen me down to my underwear. At least with what he had done Friday happened over the phone and hadn't occurred due to some charm created by an evil piece of shit a.k.a. Victor Dashkov.
But then thoughts of what happened afterwards invaded my brain, about how Dimitri had lied about his feelings and ignored me.
Dimitri had already confessed after Spokane that he had feelings for me, but we hadn't acted on those feelings since then. Instead, we silently agreed that we would avoid a relationship and focus on being the best guardians to Lissa.
I realized then that my biggest fear was that Dimitri would shut himself down and go back to ignoring me. I stopped pacing as thoughts of Dimitri ignoring me played in my head. Just thinking about it was causing my heart to painfully ache.
Fortunately, my depressing thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door.
Unfortunately, I realized the person on the other side of the door was the very person who had been invading my thoughts for the past week.
I walked towards my door, and passed the mirror, only then realizing that I was wearing Dimitri's sweatshirt. I debated on whether I should change or not, and decided that it was too late now so instead I walked over to the door, took deep breath and opened it.
I don't know if it was the fact that I hadn't seen him for a whole week, or that he spoken so sexually or erotically just 48 hours ago, or it was simply due to the fact that he was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen, but as soon as I caught sight of Dimitri, I gasped.
Standing in front of me, with his signature duster on and his hair tied back was Dimitri. For a second, I completely forgot about my nerves and smiled up at Dimitri before throwing my arms around him and hugging him.
"I missed you Comrade!" I exclaimed. I really had missed him so much. This had to be the longest week I had ever endured.
He only hesitated for a second before I felt him tightening his arms around my body and pulling me closer to him. I felt him bury his head in the crook of my neck and inhaling my scent.
"I missed you, too Roza." He replied softly. He let go of me way far quicker than I had liked. I frowned up at him as he unwound my arms from his torso.
He chuckled in response. "I just don't want anyone to come out of their room to see us like this." He explained to me before walking into my room and shutting the door softly behind him.
And just like that, all my anxiety was back. There was only about a few inches of distance between Dimitri and I now and we both seemed to be frozen in our spots.
He was the first to break the silence.
"Listen Rose, we really need to talk," He said moving away from me. I saw him take a few steps towards the right until he realized he was getting closer to my bed and then quickly turned around and headed towards my desk and chair instead. I stood where I was and just followed him with my eyes. I didn't know what to say and realized I would let Dimitri say whatever he wanted to before I said anything.
He sat down and got silent again. Dimitri and I rarely felt awkward around one another. We were so comfortable with each other that we could be completely silent during our training sessions and it would feel completely natural. But this, right at this moment, felt awkward.
Finally, he spoke up. "Rose, about Friday night," He paused again looking up at me. I averted my eyes and looked down, instead. I couldn't bear to look him in the eyes as he rejected me. "I'm not going to lie and say I didn't enjoy it."
My head whipped up so fast, I was surprised I didn't break my neck. I don't know what my expression must have looked like to Dimitri, but it must have been comical, because he started to laugh.
"What, don't look so surprised," he said, finally calming down. "I know you enjoyed it, too," he said staring at so intensely that I felt my skin start to heat up.
"Who are you?" I whispered more to myself. What the hell happened at court that made Dimitri so open with me; with us?
He chuckled in response, before saying, "I'm just a man who spent way too long away from his girl," he said, smiling. I felt a huge smile creep up onto my face from hearing Dimitri's words.
"Oh Dimitri," I said, walking over to where he sat. "I missed you so much. I just didn't think you felt the same way I had."
"You really don't know, do you Roza?" He said, staring up at me.
"Know what?" I said quietly, staring at his intense gaze.
"Know what I feel for you," he said, reaching for my arm and pulling me down onto his lap. " I was only away from you for a week and it was hell. You're all I thought about. I was counting down the days until I got see you again." He admitted, gazing at me lovingly.
I put my arms around his neck and moved my face closer to his, so we were only a few inches apart.
"I felt the same way, Comrade. I kept looking at my phone, trying to work up the courage to call you just so I could hear your voice." I told him, moving my face a little closer to his.
"Yeah?" He asked, and I nodded in response. He moved his face closer and rested his forehead against my own. We both closed our eyes and just enjoyed each others presence. We stayed like that for a few moments before Dimitri pulled away slightly and looked me over. A smirk made its way onto his face, as he moved his mouth close my ear.
"That sweatshirt looks real good on you Roza," he whispered in my ear, his accent sounding thick. I felt my breath get caught in my throat, as my core moistened at his words. He pulled away, smirking at my reaction, before standing me up in front of him. His hands ran up and down my sides, causing a shiver to run down my spine as he looked me up and down, his eyes darkening by the second. "My imagination did not do me justice," he whispered to himself. He quickly stood up, pulled me into his arms and crashed his lips onto mine. The kiss was filled with hunger and need. It conveyed messages of how badly we needed the other, wanted each other. I wound my arms around his neck as his hand went to tangle itself into my hair, while the other went around my waist, puling me closer to his body.
I could feel every inch of Dimitri against my body. The hard planes of his chest were pushing up against my torso and I couldn't help but move my hands down from his neck and run them slowly over Dimitri's chest.
I heard Dimitri lightly growl, before he completely pulled himself away from me.
Both of us were breathing hard, trying to calm ourselves down from the heated and earth shattering kiss we had just shared.
"There is something wrong, though," he said looking down at me. I was able to detect a slightly teasing tone to his words.
"And what's that?"
"In my imagination, you only had the sweatshirt on." He said smirking and looking down at my flannel shorts.
I summoned up all of my Rose Hathaway bravado, before replying, "Well we can't have that now can we?" And then I dropped my shorts.
Dimitri's gaze darkened even more. I know he couldn't see anything since his sweatshirt was covering my most intimate areas, but now we both knew that I was wearing nothing but his sweatshirt.
He started walking toward me and I moved one step back. He was like an animal stalking his prey.
"You like to be chased Roza?" Dimitri said smirking, his Russian accent getting thicker by the second.
"Maybe," I replied playfully, taking another step back.
"Then run, Roza," He said. He leapt towards me, just as I turn to go towards my bed. It was always like this with Dimitri and I. Our fighting went hand in hand with something deeper, something more sexual.
It wasn't even a few seconds later that I felt his arms grabbed me around my waist and pulled my back towards the front of his chest. I thought about fighting him off, but I liked this position. Now if we were in the gym, I would totally hand him his ass. But this was different.
"You're not going anywhere now," he whispered seductively in my ear. I could feel my core tightening.
I replied by pushing my butt farther into his front and heard him groan. He walked us both to the bed. He turned me around and gently laid me down. That is one of the many things I love about Dimitri. He knows how to be both gentle and rough. The same hands that can stake and kill, can also brush my hair back from my face with such tenderness and love, that it makes my heart swoon.
Dimitri settled himself in between my legs. He sat back on his heels and just looked down at me at me with such love. I'm sure my eyes were conveying the same message, because he leaned down and gently kissed me on the lips. He pulled back again so he was resting both hands on either side of my head.
"You're so beautiful Roza," he said softly.
Instead of replying, I grabbed him around his neck and slowly brought his lips back to mine. His hands travelled down to my legs and he rubbed his hands up and down the tops of my thighs. He pushed his hips against my bare and wet core, and I could feel his arousal against my heat.
The sudden pressure made me gasp, which Dimitri took advantage of by plunging his tongue into my mouth. I moaned out loud at the feel of Dimitri's tongue brushing against my mine and his hard arousal pushing and rubbing against my sensitive clit. I pulled away from his mouth and moaned his name. His lips started travelling down. He laid kisses on my jaw, all the way down to my collarbone. He alternated between soft kisses, to gently biting on my skin, causing me to arch my back and push harder against his bulge.
"Dimitri please," I panted. He paused against my collarbone, where he was leaving his mark behind.
He looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust. "What do you want Roza," he whispered.
"You," I barely got it out, "Please, I need you."
"What do you want Roza? Tell me." He growled. "No, no, actually I want you to beg me."
My eyes widened in surprise from seeing this new side of Dimitri. A side of him that I was thoroughly going to enjoy.
"I want everything you said over the phone," I said breathlessly. "I want your mouth and hands. Please Dimitri, please I need you." I begged him. He smirked down at me.
"That's my girl," he said, as his hands suddenly cupped my neglected breasts. He pinched my nipples through the fabric of the sweatshirt. I was itching for him to rid me of the fabric, but he wasn't going to. The sweatshirt was part of the game Dimitri and I were playing. It was another thing that said I belonged to Dimitri. It said that I was his.
He continued to pinch my nipples, making me writhe underneath him.
He moved his hands down my sides again until they reached the top of my thighs. Dimitri looked me in the eyes, before he slowly opened my legs.
I was completely open and naked from the waist down to Dimitri's hungry gaze. I could feel my essence completely soaking the inside of my thighs and dripping down my slit. I heard Dimitri growl at the sight of my arousal before he moved his face closer to my heat. "So wet Roza," he whispered. "Is this all for me?"
"Yes," I panted. "For you. Its yours, all yours."
He grabbed my hand and put it on his hard crotch. "Do you feel what you do to me Roza?" He groaned. I squeezed his bulge and was surprised to feel how thick and hard it was. Contrary to popular belief, I had never gone farther than making out and some over the clothes petting. Still, I could tell Dimitri was far bigger than the average male.
I tried unbuttoning Dimitri's pants to feel what he would feel like in my hand, but he gave me a quick tap on the wrist to stop me.
"This is about you tonight, we'll worry about me later," he whispered in my ear, than took my lobe into his mouth and gently bit down on it.
Dimitri's hand slowly rubbed my thighs, while getting closer and closer to my core.
"Please Dimitri," I panted and Dimitri finally brought his hand where I wanted him the most, my wet core.
I moaned out load at the feel of Dimitri's rough and callous fingers rubbing my clit in gentle circles.
"I want to taste you Roza," Dimitri said, already moving his head down to the level of my core. My eyes widened when I saw what he was about to do. It was one thing that he said it on the phone, but I was surprised to see that Dimitri actually wanted to do this to me.
"You don't have to," I said, slightly closing my thighs. He lightly swatted my thighs open.
"I want to," and then his lips were on me, warm, silky, and wet.
My hands dug into his soft hair that I loved so much, as I rolled my hips to match the rhythm of his mouth.
I knew I was getting louder and louder, but I didn't care as I could feel like tongue enter my sex, as his hands travelled up my sweatshirt and pinched my nipple.
Dimitri was mind shatteringly attentive and thorough, taking his time to explore my core and bringing me a height of pleasure I didn't even know existed.
"Dimitri" I moaned, pushing my pussy further into his mouth and grabbing his hair more forcefully. Dimitri groaned in response and the vibrations pushed me closer to the edge. Dimitri could tell how close I was to the end.
He gripped my hips tightly and roughly sucked my clit into his mouth.
"Yes, yes, yes," I screamed as my hips came off the bed and my legs pushed his shoulders so his mouth stayed connected to my hot pussy.
My whole body felt hot and tingly as I came down from my high.
Dimitri gently licked my slit and even that was making my overly sensitive core twitch.
He finally brought his mouth up and his lips were slick as he ran his tongue over them as he stared down at me.
I could only imagine how I looked. I could feel my skin was hot and I was still trying to get my breathing under control.
"You taste so good," He whispered as he brought his lips closer to mine. He was inviting me to taste myself on his lips. I met his lips with my own and put my tongue into his mouth. I moaned at the taste of myself on Dimitri's mouth.
I pulled away when I felt the need to breath. Dimitri placed a kiss on my forehead and then laid down next to me. He pulled my body into his chest.
"What about you Dimitri?" I said looking down at his obvious bulge.
"Don't worry about me, tonight was about you," he said, nuzzling his nose into my hair.
I wanted to return the favor, but the orgasm really took a lot out of me.
"Sleep now, Roza"
"I'm so glad you're back," I said, cuddling closer into his body. He put the blanket around us. The last thing I felt was Dimitri placing another kiss on my forehead.
I fell asleep happier than I had all week.