****THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M****

A/N: Happy Saturday, or at least it's Saturday when I'm writing this! Thanks for all of the positive feedback on this, The Beginning of the End, and The Talk! It really gets me in the mood for writing more! As usual, I do not own the characters. I can't believe I actually have school the day the 4th comes out… it makes me mad! Sorry, it's a little OOC. Feedback is greatly appreciated because this is my first lemonish chapter… If you don't want to leave it in a review, PM me. Enjoy!
****THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M****

Rose's POV

It was just one of those nights. I couldn't stop thinking long enough to even try and sleep. Watching Christian was taking its toll on me. He was always in the back of my mind. Not as much as Lissa, of course. But some small part of me was always on alert. Even when I knew he was perfectly safe, like now. He was with Lissa. They'd have a… fun night, and were now sleeping. Remembering what I'd unfortunately seen and felt throughout the night had left me bothered, so I decided to start my day early. I headed off towards the shower to cool off.

The ice water bouncing off my skin had the exact effect I wanted it to. It woke me up fully. Quickly towel-drying my hair, I made my back to my room. Looking around, I picked up a pair of well-worn jeans off the floor. They weren't too dirty, and besides, my goal was comfort. Also, hopefully no one would even be seeing me. I found a shirt from my closet, and threw on my shoes. Opening my second story window, I peered into the beautiful blue sky. There wasn't a cloud in the sky.

Before I knew it, I had softly jumped down from my window. It wasn't that far of a drop, and I done it enough as to know how to land. Quickly, I darted into the cover of trees. If I was caught, then I'd be in big trouble. Not only with Kirova, but with Dimitri too. He had told me that the next time I messed up, he'd be the one handing out my punishment, which was something I didn't even want to think about.

I slipped through the trees, eyes watching for those on security; ears listening for crunching of leaves behind me; nose alert for any whiff of perfume or cologne. I sat down on a rock partially hidden from the path that had brought me here. The sun warmed my skin. Too much of the day was spent in darkness for my liking. It was becoming harder and harder to retain the tan I had gotten while Lissa and I had been living with the humans.

I must have drifted off, because I woke suddenly. Spinning around, I saw no one. I sat still and heard no one. Figuring I was safe, I slipped into the dreamlike state again. Adrian had been visiting, so I was surprised when he didn't show up. However, Lissa and Christian were awake again. And they were having more fun.

I felt his lips on hers, so soft and warm. Their bodies pressed together, still clothed. For now. Her fingers intertwined with his hair. His hands holding her close, so close. The kiss deepened. Her heart started beating faster and faster. His shirt was coming off…

I tried to pull back. I really did. But it wasn't until I heard, "Rosemarie. What are you doing out here?" was I able to escape.

While I had been pulled into Lissa's head, Stan had come up behind me. I spun around, turning bright red. My breath was rapid; I was panting. My skin was super-sensitive. All I wanted was Dimitri. And I got Stan Alto.

"Well you see…" I trailed off. How to explain to a guardian that two of the Moroi students were having a hard time keeping their hands to themselves, and I knew about it, and felt it, through the bond? "I decided I wasn't getting enough Vitamin D. You know, the stuff you can only get from the sun?" I said, deciding to be a smart ass.

"If you think you're deficient, then we'll get you a vitamin. Now come on. I need to take you up to Kirova's office." He grabbed my arm. The skin to skin contact was too much; I shook his hand off my arm.

We were walking up the path, towards the main office. A few of the other guardians on duty looked our way, but then seeing me, just shook their heads and headed on their way. Except one: Dimitri. He looked our way, did a double take, and headed towards us.

"What'd she do now?" he asked, not even bothering to address me. I could feel the disapproval rolling off him in waves.

"Caught her out on the trail around the lake. She was just sitting on one of the rocks. Didn't even hear me approaching. Seemed kinda out of it. I was taking her to Kirova's and then back to her dorm." Alto said gleefully. He was always glad to get me in trouble.

"You should have brought her straight to me. Kirova said it's my turn to try and get her to follow the rules." He said, poker guardian face on. I, however, could see a twinkle forming in his chocolate eyes.

"But… well…" Stan muttered. Dimitri walked over and put his hands on my shoulders. The contact made me shiver from both fear and delight. I was going to be killed, but it'd be by my personal god.

"Don't worry. I won't go easy on her." Dimitri said, the twinkle full force. My stomach began to twist, creating knots of tension. A sudden burst of emotion from Lissa left me quivering, legs like jelly. He had to know, because one hand slipped under my arm to help hold me up.

"Okay Belikov. What did you have in mind?" Stan queried. Damn him and his nosiness. My perfect punishment would have been something like… grappling for a few rounds, before loosing ourselves in kisses that would lead to more… But of course he'd never say anything like that.

"Twenty four laps around the track. Five hundred push-ups, with weights attached. Three ten minute grappling sessions, back to back, another five hundred push-ups, followed by thirty more laps around the track." He said, deadly serious.

My head jerked towards him. "That's not anywhere near reasonable!" I exclaimed. No one had done anywhere near that amount of physical punishment, ever.

"Be quiet. Maybe you'll listen when I say I get to decide your punishment." He snapped.

I decided to keep my mouth shut; this side of him was scary at best.

Stan just shook with silent laughter. "Have fun, Rose. I hope the Vitamin D was worth it." He turned and started to walk away.

"Follow me." Was all Dimitri said. I meekly obeyed, forcing my legs to move. I was still somewhat under the influence of Lissa's mood, so even though he was going to kill me, I was still happy for him to be the one punishing me.

As he led me towards the gym, I started to protest. "I thought you said laps, push-ups, grappling, push-ups, and laps? What are we doing here?"

A mischievous smile played upon his lips. "That's not all. I just couldn't tell Guardian Alto the entire plan. He wouldn't have thought it too… ethical."

The last statement made my knees weak. It had been five days since we'd last been able to break away and have 'Dimitri and Rose' time. And by the sounds of it, he was planning on using this time to make 'D&R' time.

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He walked into one of the small weight rooms, and I just followed him. "I know what you want." He said in a husky whisper, the one that he knows absolutely kills me. I heard the door's lock slide shut, and I felt the rough calloused hands sliding down my arms. His breath was at my ear, sending chills down my spine.

The boundaries he normally kept up were gone, or so it seemed. Slowly, he turned me around so I was facing him. His hand slipped under my chin, tilting it towards him. Our lips met, soft and sweet. I let out a soft moan as waves of desire swept over me. Those nimble fingers danced down, down, down, to my jeans. One tooth at a time, he lowered the zipper.

I was already drenched due to Lissa's little escapades. He just looked at me with a small smile. Suddenly, I found two long, perfect fingers probing deep into me. My breath came in loud gasps. His thumb started wreaking havoc with the small bundle of nerves within it's reach. A third joined the first two. I felt the pressure building up, fast. The need to climax was so great, I couldn't hold myself together. As I was teetering on the edge of destruction, I suddenly felt nothing. No thumb caressing my clit. No fingers driving deep. My eyes flew open, and to my shock, he wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"DIMITRI!" I screamed. "WHAT THE HELL??"

A chuckle made its way to my ears. "Well, it wouldn't be punishment if I'd let you come, would it? Get yourself decent and I'll walk you back to your room."

Huffing, I pulled my jeans back up and righted my shirt. The ache was still burning; another cold shower would be needed before long. I strode out of the room, determined not to make eye contact with him. He wanted punishment; he'd get it.

We walked back in silence. As we neared my dorm, he said, "Be prepared for tomorrow."

The sound of his voice made my heart shoot up again. Damn him and his sexy Russian accent… "Ready for what?" I asked. He couldn't have been serious earlier when he was talking about the punishment…

"A total of 54 laps, 1000 push-ups, and three ten minute grappling sessions." He said.

"At least the grappling's going to be fun." I muttered.

"With Alberta." He clarified, smile growing.

Without looking back, I stormed off to my room. It was going to be a long day.