Disclaimer: I do not own VA.
RPOV:
I stared in disgust at two Strigoi fighting. "They're like infants! I fought better than this after skipping out on two years of training," I snapped.
Dimitri nodded. "We need to change that if we're going to attack two Academies at once and hope to accomplish anything."
"We could train them. Well, you could. I'm pretty sure I'll end up killing all of them."
Dimitri sighed, irritated. "You need to start controlling yourself," he snapped. "I'm not going to babysit you constantly. Learn how to keep your emotions in check. I'm tired of cleaning up after you."
I growled low in my throat. "Don't tell me what to do."
Dimitri glared at me. "I am your master. I will tell you what do and you will do it."
"You're not my master at all. Simply the one who changed me."
"You owe me your life!"
"I owe you nothing! You owe me your life for not killing you yet!"
Dimitri snarled and pounced on me, but at the last possible moment, I twisted away. I aimed a punch at him, which he blocked, and the battle began.
It seemed no matter what form we were in, we would always be equally matched. We knew each others moves and while he was stronger, I was faster. Our anger provided a nice atmosphere for our fight.
Neither of us were gaining over the other and I began getting frustrated. Suddenly, Dimitri laughed.
I gave him a looked, asking if he was insane.
He responded with, "Oh, my dearest Roza. You are so gorgeous when you fight."
And our fight to the death became a fight to the bed. It was no longer about who would kill the other, but who would be on top. Who would be in control, dominate the other.
It was no longer lunging at the other to incapacitate them, but to tear off clothing. I'd lost my shirt, as did Dimitri before we realised we still had a crowd of spectators.
In a flash, we were in our room, the fight no longer between our arms and legs but our lips.
"Remind me to kill every bastard that looked at you shirtless," Dimitri said breathlessly as he kissed down my neck.
"Yes," I groaned out.
The beautiful part of being Strigoi was the fact that we didn't need to sleep and we had great stamina. We could go on like this for hours and it would never get boring.
And it was several hours later before we managed to pull ourselves apart so we simply lay in each others arms, breath heavy.
"We really ought to train them," I said absentmindedly, enjoying the feel of Dimitri's skin against mine. I was so glad he was mine. It showed just how strong I was, reminding people to think twice before messing with me.
"Mm, yes. We should start tomorrow. We still have to feed tonight," Dimitri murmured.
"Hm, can we get some guardians? I'm in the mood to fight," I said, giving Dimitri an impish smile.
Dimitri laughed. "Of course, darling, whatever pleases you," he replied mockingly.
I shot out of bed. "Okay, let's go."
I dressed quickly and walked out of the mansion, Dimitri close behind.
It was going to be a fun night.
A/N: Wow, I'm so sorry for such a long wait! I'll do better, promise!
