"Please, Dimitri, let me," Lissa said her previous aloofness forgotten as she benevolently laid her hand on Dimitri's jaw. You watched as his swollen, distended lips shrank, Lissa's Spirit willing them back into their usual, beautiful state.
"Thank you, Princess," he murmured giving her a grateful look.
"Yeah, thanks, Liss," you acknowledged, taking advantage of Dimitri's healed lips to kiss them yet again. Guiding you across to the sofa, Dimitri pulled you onto his lap, your thighs straddling his. His arms wrapped around you, your lips joined, you were seeking solace in each other. "I was so worried," you breathlessly confessed when you pulled back momentarily, your lips and words hidden in your love's hair.
"I knew you would be," Dimitri replied quietly, giving you an apologetic look.
"You could have texted!"
"I wanted to, but my phone was nearly flat, and I needed to save the battery for my alarm."
"Well didn't that work out well?" you replied sarcastically. "Instead of sending me a text to tell me you were sleeping in my bed and thinking about me, which would have saved me from worrying, you set an alarm which failed to go off, so I worried even more."
"I'm sorry," Dimitri replied sheepishly. "It was late, and I was tired."
"You promise nothing happened between you and Tasha?" you checked, wanting to hear it from his lips a second time.
"Not a thing. I promise, Roza."
You were cuddled against Dimitri's chest; your face nuzzled into his neck as Lissa sat at the other end of the sofa, Christian perched on the armrest behind her. You couldn't be angry at Dimitri. While his actions had been indubitably ill-considered, for the first time in a long time, you felt at peace; as though, despite a decidedly anfractuous journey, everything in your life had finally reached its preordained position.
"So, does this mean you two are together?" Lissa asked, a pantagruelian grin on her pale Moroi face. If you'd ever had reason to doubt Lissa's desire for your happiness, her smile now was more than enough to correct your fallacious thoughts.
"If Rose will have me, yes it does," Dimitri replied categorically, pulling you harder against him.
"Of course I'll have you," you replied, putting one hand on either side of his face and guiding his lips to yours once again. You were thus situated when you heard footsteps on the stairs, and Tasha rounded the corner into the living room to find you and Dimitri amorously engaged, Lissa and Christian looking on with abundant satisfaction.
Tasha's face when she saw you affectionately perched on Dimitri's lap, his strong arms wrapped around you in a lover's embrace, was almost enough to make up for the interminable hours of purgatory when you'd fretted he'd been involved in some similar sort of activity with her. You wanted to be the better person – to be magnanimous in your victory. But then you remembered Tasha's look of conquest when she'd arrived – how she'd intentionally misrepresented the situation for no reason other than vanquishing your hopes – and you felt a lot less clement. She must have known that when Dimitri appeared, he would confirm nothing had happened between them. So, her misleading comments had been nothing but malice – serving no purpose other than to wound and hurt.
"Good morning Lady Ozera," you chirped, still sitting astride Dimitri – your happy tone and blissful expression your final act of obstrigillation.
"Tasha," Dimitri likewise acknowledged, although his voice was decidedly wary.
"So where did you end up last night?" Tasha asked with an insincere air of unconcern. "I woke up in your bed, but I was alone."
Even now she was trying to imply something had happened. But you were confident of the veracity of Dimitri's word. You weren't going to let Tasha's insinuations perturb you again. There was only going to be one winner in this monomachy, and it wasn't going to be Tasha.
"You'd had a little too much to drink," Dimitri said, carefully skirting the issue of Tasha's amorous attempts. "You needed to sleep it off, so I let you have my room."
"And Dimitri slept in my room," you concluded. "We're together, so he has a key." You said the words pleasantly, but Tasha was not unaware of the undertone. This was you staking your claim, once and for all.
"You're together?" Tasha scoffed, bravado concealing her shock and chagrin. "Since when?! You're on opposite shifts – you'd never see each other."
"That does make it hard," Dimitri acknowledged, squeezing you affectionately. "But it won't be like that forever. We're hoping we can rework things, so we're on the same shift. I love Rose – I'm willing to wait as long as it takes."
"Love her?! You can't stand to be in the same room with her," Tasha snapped in a splenetic retort, clutching at straws now Dimitri had declared you his inamorata. "I was there after you were restored! You begged Lissa to keep Rose away from you."
"I did," Dimitri replied, shifting you from his lap and turning to look at you. "Even then I loved you so much. It just hurt to see you - to know what happened between us." Dimitri whispered the last words, penitent and compunctious, debasing himself yet again in search of your forgiveness. The forgiveness you'd already freely given him. Tasha's words had been said to aggrieve you, but they'd injured Dimitri – and for that you loathed Tasha.
"All water under the bridge," you smiled, issuing your loving paregoric and ignoring the gnashing of Tasha's teeth as you leaned in to kiss your man. "We're here together now, and that's all that matters."
"Yes. Guardian Belikov is here," Tasha remarked artfully. "So shouldn't you be leaving, Guardian Hathaway? After all - your shift is over."
Christian's eyes shot to his aunt, shocked at her outright rudeness.
"I asked Rose to stay," Lissa lied, forcibly reminding Tasha who the house belonged to. "You're leaving today, aren't you, Tasha?"
"I was, but last night was such a late night. I thought I might stay another day if that's ok?" Tasha responded with a crafty inflection.
Lissa smiled sweetly, but privy as you were to her inner thoughts, you knew better than to take her at face value.
"Normally you'd be very welcome, but I have some friends from St. Vladimir's arriving to stay for a few days. It's why I've invited Rose to stay," Lissa said with every outward appearance of verity. "They're her friends, too."
"Sorry, Tasha. This was all organized before you asked to stay," Christian chimed in, adding a degree of authenticity. "We're going to be full to the rafters."
"Well I'd hate to be a burden," Tasha said, giving Christian a snide look. "I'll go upstairs and pack."
"Don't forget to leave Dimitri's shirt," you called out after her as she climbed the stairs to the guest room.
"Good morning Guardian Hathaway," Dimitri crooned as you opened the door an hour before the end of your shift.
"Guardian Belikov," you grinned, letting him in and closing the door before allowing him to pull you into a hot, sexy kiss.
It had been this way since Tasha's visit when you and Dimitri had declared your allegiance a month earlier. You each arrived an hour early for your shift and stayed an hour later; the combination giving you four hours together every day. Still not a lot, and one of you was always on duty, but it was a monumental increase on the time you'd had together before, and a further step in the anabiosis of your relationship.
Lissa and Christian had been designedly complaisant, timing their meals and downstairs appearances in a munificent attempt to maximize your alone time with Dimitri. It was a kindness you both appreciated, although part of you chafed at the necessity. It didn't seem fair that your ability to spend time with your beloved depended on the beneficence of others.
You pulled back from Dimitri's kiss, surprised to hear footsteps overhead. By unspoken accord, 6.30 – 7.00 pm was your 'private' time with Dimitri; Lissa and Christian habitually coming down to breakfast at 7.00 pm. But here it was, 6.30 and the front door barely closed, and they were coming downstairs.
Lissa artfully cleared her throat as she reached the landing, before descending the stairs.
"Morning Rose, Dimitri!" she grinned, Christian standing beside her with a matching smirk. You tried brushing Lissa's mind to determine what had her looking so convivial so early, but inexplicably she had her barriers up. "Let's sit down for a moment," Lissa said, gesturing to the sofas. She and Christian sat on one, leaving the other for Dimitri and yourself.
"So I had a meeting with Her Majesty yesterday," she started, "and then Christian and I had a long talk. Come January, we've decided to both start degrees at Lehigh."
You looked at Dimitri, unsure what this would mean.
"Since we'll be living outside a Moroi stronghold, Her Majesty has approved a larger security detail. Guardian Belikov, you are to remain my primary Guardian and supervise a team of five others."
You still couldn't comprehend why Lissa looked so excited, and what this meant for you.
"Do I get to go, too?" you asked nervously.
"Of course! Unless you want to be reallocated," Lissa said, giving you an excited grin. "Although Guardian Belikov will be in charge, so depending on how he wants to organize things, you might have to change your shift…"
You spun to Dimitri, eyes wide. "We could be on the same shift!" you squealed, throwing your arms around his neck, pulling his lips to yours. "We'd have twelve hours off together every day" you murmured, peppering his face with kisses.
Dimitri didn't have to say a word; the appetence evident in his eyes said it all. His lips pressed hard against yours, arms snaking around your waist and pulling you onto his lap, you were so engrossed you almost missed Lissa's next bombshell. She cleared her throat and waited for your attention.
"As part of this, Guardian Belikov, Her Majesty has requested you travel to Lehigh next week for a week to arrange our accommodations. She'd like everything settled before Christmas so we'll be ready to relocate early in the New Year. Guardian Hathaway has been cleared to travel with you; I have no doubt you'll choose something suitable, however, Rose and I have lived together in the human world before so I think her input would be useful."
And there it was. Lissa's wily plan. Her smile was insufferably smug as she took in your dumbfounded expression. Somehow Lissa had managed to conceal from you a plan to give you and Dimitri a week together. Alone.
'Think of it as an early Christmas present' she trilled through the bond as all the ramifications of her gift became apparent.
"Who will be guarding you while we're away?" Dimitri asked, his brain apparently still working, which was serendipitous as you were agog.
"That's for you to decide, Guardian Belikov. The Allocations Office has given me a list of available Guardians for you to peruse. They're hoping you'll find four people suitable to join us at Lehigh on the list. If you can find two you're happy with straight away, they can take over guarding responsibilities for you and Rose for the week." She passed Dimitri a couple of stapled sheets of paper. You peered over his shoulder. Most of the names were unfamiliar to you.
"Castile is a given," Dimitri said adamantly, his finger lingering over Eddie's name on the list. Like you, Eddie had been punished for his part in Dimitri's resurrection. Not that anyone not involved knew the real story. But Hans Croft had made it clear that Eddie would be permanently overlooked for a quality position thanks to his part in taking Lissa to Las Vegas, so it was probably just as well he'd bought the verisimilitude of it being an ill-advised weekend jaunt, the truth being distinctly more opprobrious.
You felt a tremendous amount of culpability for the ruination of Eddie's promising career, and you knew Dimitri also felt that burden of that responsibility. Everything Eddie had done had been in aid of Dimitri's restoration, so you both thought you owed Eddie a shot to get out of the Guardian casual work pool to which he'd been cruelly relegated.
"Why is Meredith listed here? I thought she got a good allocation with Lady Drozdov?" you asked.
"Lord Drozdov took too much interest in her, so Lady Drozdov put her up for reallocation," Lissa replied, frequent sojourns with Queen Tatiana furnishing the last Dragomir with a seemingly endless supply of Court gossip and hearsay.
"Their loss is our gain. You could do a lot worse than Castile and Edwards," Dimitri voiced. "They're my top picks. For the last two positions, we should interview some of the others listed."
The next week was a whirlwind of activity. Lissa, Christian, and Dimitri hosted a dinner where they'd formally asked Eddie and Meredith if they'd like to be part of the guarding team. It was impossible not to revel in their elation when they accepted, particularly Eddie's. The flat, stoic look in his eyes faded, and after so many months of silent suffering, he looked as though he could once again face the future with enthusiasm. He and Meredith were both sensible that this was a sterling opportunity, so their acceptance was instantaneous and unequivocal.
The rest of the time, Dimitri, Lissa, and Christian were assiduously interviewing other potentials. After five days, and finding no one suitable, Dimitri heard of a brother and sister team from St. Basil's who'd instigated reallocation to America. Twins, they both had unimpeachable records, but due to the loss of their family in Russia, they'd requested placement overseas.
Dimitri had spoken with them at length in Russian, and English, and despite being unable to interview them face to face, he'd agreed to offer them an allocation from the New Year to August. If it worked out, then they would stay on. If not, then they could be reallocated in the main allocations round. And as efficiently as that, the Lehigh team had been selected.
"If the bedframe's a-rocking, don't come a-knocking… If the headboard is bumping, you know they're busy humping! If lips are busy sucking, you know they're in there fu…."
"CHRISTIAN!" Lissa snapped, giving her boyfriend a deleterious glare.
"What? I'm just saying it as it is!" Christian replied, giving Eddie a wink which the later judiciously resolved to ignore.
It was mere minutes before you and Dimitri were due to leave on your accommodation-finding mission, and Christian was celebrating the fact that, very soon, you and Dimitri would finally have the chance for alone time together. It might have been amusing, were it not your non-existent sex life Christian was mocking.
You stood beside Eddie and watched. It was like something from a nature documentary. You could see Lissa swell up like some sort of pufferfish or bullfrog. Despite her five-foot-eleven frame and slim build, Lissa seemed to expand exponentially, ready to verbally eviscerate her boyfriend.
"Christian Tarquin Ozera," she started, pausing to put her hands on her hips as she launched into her tirade. "I don't like the tone of your remarks, and I doubt Rose does either! If Rose and Dimitri haven't had the chance to be alone together, it's because they've been busy risking their lives to guard us! Both of them work twelve hours a day, Christian, with very little time off, none of it together! I would think that you would be happy that they're finally having a little time to themselves!"
"Oh, I'm very happy for them!" Christian replied lewdly, smirking at Eddie's verecund expression, "Like I said, if the bedframe's a-rocking…"
"What was that Lord Ozera?" Dimitri challenged, lifting an inquiring dark eyebrow as he walked in from where he'd been packing the car. Christian shut his mouth with an almost audible snap. A sizeable part of Christian was still intimidated by Dimitri; probably with good reason. "That's what I thought. Roza? The car is packed. Are you ready?" he asked, the words falling from his lips like molten honey.
You looked up at your man, nervous now your chance to be together was finally here. You cautiously gave him your hand, inexplicably shy. Dressed in cargo pants and a TShirt, his chin-length hair neatly tied at his nape, Dimitri looked good enough to eat.
"Castile? If you or Edwards have any problems, let me know. We'll only be two hours away," Dimitri said, his thumb stroking the back of your hand in reassurance. Before you knew it, you were in the passenger seat of the SUV, on the road out of Court.
You sat in silence as Dimitri drove, trying not to focus on one inevitable aspect of this trip. It had been months since the night in the cabin – your sole sexual experience to date – and while Dimitri hadn't articulated it, you felt he, like everyone else, had certain expectations about your week away. While Christian might have voiced it via dirty ditties, Lissa had been of more practical assistance, coercing you into a visit to Court's only Victoria's Secret store. After forcing you to model almost everything in the shop, then dropping an inordinately large amount of money on her selections for you, Lissa had continued her harassment by dragging you to several boutiques to update your wardrobe.
"You're very quiet," Dimitri observed, interrupting your disorderly thoughts, his hand reaching over to stroke your leg.
"Just thinking," you said evasively. "So, what's the plan for today?" It was just past midday, and you were nearly at Bethlehem, so while you were wide awake, you knew Dimitri would be sleepy soon.
"We're booked from 2 pm, so I thought we could go to lunch then check in?"
"Check in?" You were doing your best to stop your voice giving away your apprehension.
"Lissa booked us a suite at the Historic Hotel Bethlehem. It's near all the shops downtown."
You nodded, not meeting his eyes.
"Roza? I want you to know, I've made no assumptions about this week. We're here to do a job. I want us to spend time together, but if anything happens, it's on your terms."
"You don't want… that?" you asked, despondent that perhaps now he wasn't interested.
"I do!" he replied with an urgency that was both comical and reassuring. "But I want it when it's right for us."
You smiled, reaching out to squeeze Dimitri's leg, and before long, you were in Bethlehem.
"That's the hotel," Dimitri said pulling up across the street from a red-brick historic building. "I'm hungry. How about we find somewhere to eat?" He found a street park, and you walked hand in hand up Main Street.
"What about here?" Dimitri suggested, stopping at the window of a sports bar so you could both scrutinize the menu in the window. "The bourbon ribs sound good."
You looked inside, and it seemed nice enough. Quiet, dark booths with a couple of pool tables and large televisions showing the latest games.
"Let's do it," you grinned, letting Dimitri grab your hand and pull you into the cavernous interior. Once inside, Dimitri led you to the darkest booth in the farthest corner, dragging you across the red leatherette seat until you were almost sitting on him.
"Alone at last!" he crooned, pulling you onto his lap, your thighs straddling his.
"It's been a long time coming," you murmured, enjoying Dimitri's lips on yours. Things might have progressed, had a waitress not approached with a couple of laminated menus and a contemptuous expression. At least for you. You slid off Dimitri's lap, but not before giving him a lingering kiss.
"I'll have the ribs," he announced with a cursory glance at the menu, "and a Heineken."
You glanced at the menu, too. "I'll have the steak sandwich and a Heineken."
The attendant wandered off, too despondent at the lack of attention from Dimitri to query if you were old enough to drink. You sat there, for the first time savoring a date with your man. You ate, drank beer, watched an NFL game perched on your boyfriend's lap, and finally, the two of you wandered hand in hand back to the SUV. Pulling up to the hotel's portico, Dimitri handed the SUV keys to a bellboy and walked you into reception.
"Booking for Belikov," he announced confidently, his arms wrapped around you from behind at check-in.
"Two queens or a king?" the concierge asked perfunctorily.
Dimitri paused, so you answered.
"We'd prefer a king bed."
Unaware of the significance of the five words you'd uttered, the man at reception allocated you a room. Dimitri signed the register, grasping the plastic keys then leading you to the elevator.
"Are you sure?" he asked softly – quietly enough the others accompanying you in the lift wouldn't hear.
"Yes," you whispered.
When you'd got to your room he'd unpacked, and you'd lolled on the sofa, outlining the requirements for Lissa and Christian's college accommodations; primary of which was it needed to be defensible against potential camisado. Listening dutifully, Dimitri joined you on the sofa, an amused expression gracing his face.
"You're nervous," he interjected, cutting off your rambling monologue.
"I'm not," you immediately fabricated. You were terrified, and Dimitri knew it.
"Roza, come here," he commanded, and you found yourself automatically responding to the authority in his voice. You moved across the sofa and into Dimitri's open arms.
"I love you," he stated before using his finger to lift your chin, his lips poised above yours. "Anything we do, we do at your pace."
And then he kissed you. Softly. The lightest brush of his lips against yours before he pulled back to look you in the eyes, ensorcelling you with just his gaze. Your lips tingled where they had touched his, and there was the faintest taste of the bourbon rib sauce and beer from his lunch. It was good!
You climbed onto Dimitri's lap, rejoicing as his arms snaked around your waist, one hand drifting down to caress the base of your spine. His touch was light – reverent even – and true to his word, Dimitri let you take charge, smiling as you brought your lips back to his, your hand fisting the front of his TShirt as you pulled him to you.
You both groaned as your mouths met again, lips parting as little kisses became bigger. Tongues touched – tentatively at first then with greater fervor. Eyes closed, your fingers found the tie in Dimitri's shoulder length hair, carefully working it with your fingers to free his dark locks.
Dimitri's hair free, you set about removing his top, too. Dimitri's torso was nothing short of Elysian, and the cabin had been your only chance to explore it fully. The subject of many dreams, and even more fantasies, you couldn't wait to touch the smooth skin stretched over his tight rippling muscles. You tugged the TShirt upward, Dimitri obligingly lifting his arms. Tossing the shirt on the sofa beside you, you ran your nose along the skin up to Dimitri's underarm, nuzzling in the soft hair beneath his arm. Smelling of his deodorant, there was also a faint sweat smell which rather than being offensive was irrefutably sexy.
Kissing the soft skin on his inner arm, you let yourself get distracted when Dimitri's hands found your shirt, slowly unbuttoning it to expose your bra. At Lissa's insistence, you'd worn a Victoria's Secret one today in anticipation you might end up making out. Or more.
Dimitri's amorevolous eyes on your décolletage made you grateful you'd gone to a little extra effort.
"I love this," Dimitri said running his fingers with obeisance along the lace trim fringing the sheer upper cup. "Did you wear this for me?" The hope in his voice was adorable.
"I did," you admitted. "I'm wearing the matching panties, too."
Dimitri's libidinous growl went all the way to those panties, thrilling you and drenching the pretty satin and lace. You vaguely remembered being reticent, but those feelings were quickly deserting you, a more sympatic feeling overcoming you.
Skin pressed against skin, lips on lips, you felt Dimitri's hands working at your bra. You could feel his usually dexterous fingers fumbling with the clasp at the back. Pulling back, you teasingly asked, "Need a little help there, Comrade?"
"They make them hard to remove on purpose," he growled, pouting when you undid the hooks and eyes with one quick, practiced flick.
You pulled the bra from your breasts, unhooking it from your arms. And then you were on your back, Dimitri pushing you firmly back onto the sofa as he buried his face in your breasts, his lips finding one of your nipples, laving it softly with his tongue. You were giggling, at first, but soon your giggles turned to gasps as Dimitri alternated between your breasts – lapping with his tongue and gently massaging each soft, warm globe in his hands.
"You smell like jasmine," he murmured kissing the valley between your breasts before scooping you up and carrying you to the bed. You shivered as Dimitri carefully laid you back against the snowy white bedlinens, looking at you as though you were the most sublime creature in existence.
"How about I show you those matching panties?" you suggested with a cheeky grin, fear all but forgotten as you gave Dimitri the go-ahead to step things up a notch. You undid the button on your jeans, letting Dimitri peel them from you, luxuriating in his electrified gaze.
"You're beautiful," he declared, before slowly unbuttoning his cargos and pulling them down his thighs, his movements lissome and supple, like some sort of erotic ecdysiast. Only Dimitri could make getting undressed so provocative, and leave you feeling so desirous.
Your thoughts becoming more prurient by the second, you pulled your man down on top of you, opening your legs and allowing him to fall between them. Both bare now, other than your briefs, it was impossible to ignore the desire between you or the muculent heat of your core. That Dimitri was similarly aroused was manifestly obvious; his briefs barely housing his bulky bulge.
You shimmied beneath him, pulling your panties down a little and letting Dimitri grab them and remove them entirely. He took the opportunity to kiss your toes as he carefully lifted your feet an unexpectedly sweet gesture given the circumstances. Finally removing his briefs to divulge his arousal, you once again admired the Adonis that was your man.
Taut muscles with smooth, unblemished skin, hours of training showed in every sinuous curve. You opened your arms, inviting Dimitri back into your embrace. Seeing was one thing, but you knew from experience that touching was even better. You whimpered wantonly when you were finally flesh against flesh, neither clothes nor circumstance thwarting your desires to be together.
"Your skin is so soft," Dimitri marveled as you lay side by side, stroking and caressing one another between kisses. With his steel-hard arousal pressed against your hip, it was getting more difficult to remember why you'd initially you'd been apprehensive about any of this – because right now you were crystal clear about what you wanted.
"Comrade? Make love to me," you directed, pulling him on top of you.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," you replied, leaning up to kiss Dimitri's neck, right at the point where Nathan's teeth had perforated the skin when Dimitri was turned. An allegoric declaration, of sorts, it seemed fitting to proclaim that place yours before Dimitri claimed your body for the second time.
Dimitri sliding his cock inside you felt like coming home. Familiar, despite long abstinence, your bodies and hearts recognized each other immediately, melding together into one. Dimitri lying on top of you, your arms clasped around his neck and back, together you started a dance as old as time. Unhurried but with determination, Dimitri pulled almost out of you, only to slide in again – repeating this over and over. Writhing beneath Dimitri's expert touch, your reactions were animalistic and instinctual – your body responding to his without direction. Somehow you knew how to touch him to turn his breathy moans into loud, needy groans, how to tilt your hips to meet his, excitement obliging him to quicken his pace.
"Dimitri!" you whimpered, raking your nails down his back as he increased pace yet again. What had started out slow and deep was now a lot faster, the room filled with your feverish mewling and the sound of skin meeting skin as his sack slapped your ass with every thrust. Dimitri's head buried in the crook of your neck, you could feel his tension increasing until he could take no more. Lifting his head and looking into your eyes he managed to bleat a single "Roza!" before he stilled, buried deep in you as his cock spasmed, filling you with his wet heat.
Dimitri hadn't fully finished cumming when he pulled back a little, enough to slip his hand between the two of you. Finding your glistening pearl at the top of your slit, he massaged it with two fingers. You were so close one touch is all it took – and then you were screaming your approval as an orgasm rippled through you. Completely satisfied, now, Dimitri slumped spent on top of you. You lay there with a grin, basking in the aftermath of your lovemaking, unrepentant in your dedition.
Stroking Dimitri's sweaty hair, you sighed happily "Thank you. That was worth waiting for!"
"Hmm," Dimitri agreed, giving you lazy kisses along your neck, giving your collarbone a final loving peck before rolling off you. He was quiet for a moment before he asked seriously "We have waited, haven't we Roza?"
You shrugged. Your road together hadn't been easy, and together and separately you'd already endured more than many other couples had. Now you'd had a second taste of being one with Dimitri, you were disinclined to go back to how things had been.
"I don't want to wait anymore, Dimitri. When we move here, I want us to be a couple. I want to be open about it, and I want you to share my bed. Every night." You were nervous articulating it, but you knew what you wanted, so there was no point pretending you didn't.
"I want that too, Roza. I love you and I want you to be mine."
You smiled as you cuddled into his arms, kissing his soft, warm lips.
"I always have been, Comrade."
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