He kept rubbing my back soothingly. I wanted to remember. They said it was soon, but how soon was soon? Was it a day or a year? How will I be able to talk to them again? I need to know. "Roza?" he pulled back to look at me. I met his dark eyes. "What happened?"
"I don't know." I answered honestly. I really didn't know what had happened, all I knew was I had ten years to save our lives, more importantly save him once more. I ran my hands through his long gorgeous hair. "How long was I out?" he closed his eyes as my fingernails scratched his head.
"A few days." He whispered. "I was worried… what was going on inside of your head?" I stared at his lips.
"I don't know… I really don't." I removed my hands from his hair. He opened his eyes, staring into my soul.
"What's wrong?" I looked at his face, something was wrong. I don't know what it was but it was wrong. I laid my hand in between us. I realized I was straddling him, I didn't want to move. I looked down at my hands. "Are you okay?" I picked at my fingernails, wanting to be spared from his scrutinizing stare. This feeling in me told me to do something, anything… but I couldn't figure out what. I closed my eyes, begging to know what to do. Thoughts danced through my mind, none of which I liked. "Look at me beautiful Roza." He lifted my face up. My eyes opened to him, his beautiful dark loving eyes.
"Dimitri, why do you love me?" he paused a moment. His eyes bore into mine, reaching down into my soul.
"Oh Roza, I love you because you're you." I cocked my head to the side slightly. "I love the way you would throw yourself in front of anyone to save them. I love how you look at me. I love the way you view life. I love your dangerous side. I love you during sex, we always get complaints from the neighbors." My cheeks heated. "I love the way your eyes light up every time someone mentions chocolate doughnuts…" we chuckled. "I also love how you don't see consequences, you only see the way to do it and get it done. You changed my life and I could never repay you."
"You don't need to comrade." He smiled. "You're everything I ever wanted."
"Are you sure?" I nodded. "We've been through so much… I don't blame you if you hate me."
"I could never hate you Dimitri…" I whispered. I traced my thumb across his bottom lip, moving closer and closer. I finally realized it, it took a while but I realized it. I brushed my lips across his. His fingers tangled their way into my hair, lightly holding me there. I leaned my forehead against his. "I love you Dimitri." His eyes met mine, he kissed me. Our eyes shining our passion, he kissed me lovingly. This wasn't a hard, quick sex… it was going to be making love.
"I thought I would never hear you say those words to me again." He whispered against my lips. Neither did I Dimtiri, neither did I. his lips moved sweetly against mine, our tongues meeting. I moaned into his mouth. His hands traced patterns across my neck, my arms, my bare stomach. I moaned softly into his mouth. We were on a couch…
"Wait." I mumbled. He pulled back. He looked at me in understanding. I smiled and stood from his lap. I held out my hand. He took it, I led him to the staircase turning to him. "Follow me." I led him up the stairs to the master bedroom. I closed the door softly behind him. When I turned to him, his hand went to my hips to pull me close to him. His lips grazed mine, lingering a moment.
"Do I need to tell you how much I love you?" he murmured.
"Show me…" his eyes met mine, happiness shining in them… happiness and love. His lips met mine, his hand lifting me up into his strong arms. He carried me to the bed, laying me in the middle. He fell over top of me, using his arms to keep hovering. He looked down at my body. His eyes shown with pure happiness that made me love him even more. His lips moved against mine. I arched my back into him. Something about him made me feel so… right. I felt real, free. His lips went to my neck, lightly caressing my pulse point. His hands went to the front of my shirt. He unbuttoned the buttons, excruciatingly slow. His hands were rough, yet so smooth. He made me melt, so cheesy I know.
"Mmm…" he pushed my shirt from my shoulder, I arched my back to help him. He slid the rough fabric out from underneath me. "So beautiful my Roza." He kissed down my neck to the top of my breasts. His hand lingering on my semi bare hip, caressing patterns into my skin. He traced the line of my sweats. I loved his touch. I moved my hands up, slowly pushing his shirt up over his head. His hard muscular body like a piece of artwork. I ran my hands over his perfect abs.
"Hmm…" I hummed as he kissed his way back up my throat to my lips. He went to the waistband of my sweats, lightly pushing them down. I lifted up my hips, brushing against his lower area. I moaned into his mouth, him groaning. He lowered my sweats all the way, kissing his way down. Once off, he sat up, looking over my body. I didn't feel self-conscious around him, around him I felt beautiful. His hands traced across my belly. I felt so warm. I sat up with him, kneeling before him. I unbuttoned his jeans, keeping my eyes on him at all times. His hand lifted to my face, his thumb caressing my cheek. I unzipped his jeans, I shoved them over his tiny hips. I lowered them to his knees, he stood from the bed and kicked them off. I saw his manhood through his black boxers. He climbed back onto the bed, pulling me to him.
"You're beautiful Roza…" he kissed my lips lightly. "So beautiful it hurts me sometimes." He looked into my eyes, dark with lust. His eyes roaming over me, my body pressed to his. His hands wrapped around me, going to the bra clasp in the back. He slid the material from my body, exposing me even further. His hands traveled down to my hips, pushing my underwear down, well, more like tearing them from my body. I smiled as his lips descended on mine. My hands pushed his boxers down. He grudgingly stopped our kiss to stand and push them all the way off.
He got back onto the bed, bringing me down with him. I lay under him, his naked body pressed against mine. He was so… hard. He lowered his lips to mine. Our almost naked bodies pressed together. He removed the rest of our clothes, kissing and caressing the exposed skin. I moaned as his fingertips danced across my stomach. "Dimitri please." He came back up to my lips, kissing them softly. We made love, it was beautiful. All the memories flashing through my mind as we went. He was it, he was my true love, my other half. I loved him for it.
I stared at the ceiling. His arms wrapped around me, holding me protectively yet lovingly. Everything was as it was supposed to be. Wasn't it? I thought as I felt a sharp kick in my womb. Maybe it wasn't…
