A/N: I am thrilled with the reviews I am reading. You all rock! In response to one review in particular, I am sorry that you feel as though this story is just like every other one you've read, and that I am a Tasha lover. My story line may have some similarities to other Rose/Dimitri pairings, but it is most certainly not a Dimitri/Tasha story. So please prepare yourselves for some serious Tasha bashing later. :) I don't write fluffy pieces. I want ones with drama, edge, and emotion. Ones that will leave you wanting more. So please, enjoy the next chapter! :)
DPOV
"Tasha, what are you doing?" I ask pulling away from her.
I felt a fog in my head, probably induced by that amazing kiss… wait! What am I thinking? Amazing kiss? From Tasha? No. I love Rose. Why would I think Tasha's kiss was so amazing?
"Dimka. We can be together. I can give you the life you always wanted. Don't you want it all?" She asked me half begging.
"I love her Tasha, and right now she's injured because someone attacked her. I need to be by her side, not discussing what a future with you could look like. I'm sorry. You're one of my best friends, but…" I said, then stopped.
I saw my beautiful Roza's eyes looking at me through the glass. They were brimming with tears, and I knew then that she had seen everything. How am I going to explain to her that this isn't what she thinks?
RPOV
I continue to watch the love of my life with Tasha through the glass. How could he do this to me? To us? I see him turn around and face me. The look on his face is priceless, he knows he's been caught. No use denying it now. I roll over on the bed, away from him. I can't get my brain to stop. I need to get out of this bed. I need to get out of this room. I need to get out of this building.
I stand quickly and find my clothes draped neatly over a chair. I begin to put my pants on, as I hear the door open and shut quietly. While I continue to dress, I can sense Dimitri coming up behind me.
"Don't touch me." I say harshly.
"Rose, I don't want her. I want you." He replies weakly.
Once I am completely dressed, I whip around to look him in the eyes.
"You kissed her Dimitri. Not once, but twice. I've seen it." I respond feeling my resolve falter some, as I look into his eyes.
"She kissed me Rose, not the other way around. You're the only girl I want." He whispers softly as he takes my face in his hands.
I feel his lips touch mine softly, as his calloused hands dig into my hair. He removes one hand from my hair to wrap around my torso and pull me closer. When I kiss Dimitri, it feels as though every nerve ending in my body has been electrified. I feel alive in a way that no one has ever made me feel before.
"I love you Dimitri, but I need to see that you're serious about me. That means I can't see anything like that again. I know she's your friend, but you spending time with her makes me uncomfortable. Please, just don't spend anymore time with her than you have to." I beg softly.
"Alright Roza. I'll do my best." He whispers as he kisses my forehead. "I need to get back to work, but I'll see you later?"
"You can count on it Comrade." I reply gently, as he turns and leaves my room.
I finish packing up my things and leave the clinic. I want nothing more than to get back to my room and see my friends. Plus, I need to speak with Alberta about what happened with Tasha. I need them to find proof before I tell Dimitri. I know he loves me, but I can't help but feel that he won't believe that Tasha is capable of attacking me. With that I step out of the clinic and make my way back to my dorm.
When I get there, I quickly change into sweatpants and an old t-shirt. While throwing my hair up into a bun, I climb into my bed. I settle in and drift off to sleep. A few hours later, I hear a knock on the door. I sleepily climb out of bed to see who could possibly be disturbing me from my peaceful slumber, only to find my sexy hunk of a Russian waiting outside my door with a chocolate donut and a look that screams "I'm sorry".
I let him through the door, but not before stealing the donut and happily munching on my way back to my bed. He follows me slowly toward the bed, but pauses about three feet away.
"Roza, I'm sorry." He says softly. "I should have made it clear to Tasha, after she kissed me the first time, that I didn't want her that way. The only woman I want that way is you."
"Thank you Dimitri. That means a lot." I reply quietly. "Now get over here."
He wastes no time coming to join me on my bed. I quickly pull out his ponytail and run my fingers through his hair. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me toward him. I end up in his lap, straddling his waist, as I push him to the bed. There is just something about the way he lights my senses on fire with his touch that leaves me craving more. I push his torso down further as I pull at the hem of his shirt. He obliges me and removes the object in the way of his beautifully sculpted chest. I can feel him yanking at my top as well. I quickly remove it and run my hands down his chest. He and I need no words as we continue to remove each other's clothing. I feel his hands sliding down my torso to grip my hips. He flips us, so that I am laying beneath him.
"My Roza. You are so beautiful." He whispers huskily.
"I love you Dimitri." I reply softly.
I close my eyes as he leans toward me and kisses me, telling me he feels the same. Our tongues dance with one another, as we go deeper and deeper into the kiss. I can feel his member nudging at my entrance. I give a quick nod yes, before he thrusts himself deep inside me. I feel a little pain, as I adjust to his size again. Once the pain is gone, I get the urge to move. He takes the hint and pulls slowly out of me, before pushing back in. Our pace increases as we both come closer to our climax. With a sweep of his thumb across my clitoris, I am finished and feel my walls fluttering against him. He follows quickly behind me a couple of thrusts later. When he has ridden out his own climax, he collapses next to me and pulls me close.
"Roza, that was amazing. I never cease to be amazed by you." He murmurs.
"Yeah…" I sigh, feeling the sleepy haze fill my body.
I can feel myself falling asleep in his arms. He makes me feel complete, content, and cherished. I don't know that I will ever feel like this with anyone else. He makes me feel alive in a way that no one ever has. He is truly the man I want to wake up with every morning, and the man I want to fall asleep with every night. I just wish that I could give this amazing man everything he wants. He wants a family; I know he does. Even though he tells me that he is fine without one and that I am enough, I don't believe that I am. He deserves to have that family. I wish I knew how to give that to him.
