Chapter Seven

Friends . . . With Benefits

Rose POV

"Hey you look kind of lonely, how about some lovin'?" Lissa said jokingly and wrapped her arms around my neck. She kissed my ear and I faked a barfing expression. Lissa laughed and pulled me closer to whisper something in my ear. "Is it Adrian?" her tone was suddenly serious.

Adrian? He's old news. I could laugh out loud.

I had spent that whole week alone. It felt . . . weird. I mean, before Dimitri was here, I was always lonely. That's why I got Rex. But then for some reason, I became comfortable when Dimitri was here, and now that he was gone . . . I felt this strong feeling for him. Whether it was regret or something like love, I wasn't sure, but it made my heart pound faster every time I thought about him.

But here I was on a Friday afternoon one week later at work. Christian had graciously switched jobs with me so that Lissa and I could talk more. I was starting to see him as a better person recently; ever since he came over to my house last week when I invited Lissa so that I didn't have to go on that date with Adrian.

I'm not really sure what happened, but something just sort of clicked between us. I realized we had the same sense of humor, and also that we enjoyed the same types of music. I actually had fun with him for once, rather than I just beating verbally him up while Lissa tried to stop me. Though . . . that was fun too.

"No, Liss, it's not Adrian," I said reluctantly. I was still contemplating if I would tell her that I kind of broke things off with him. We hadn't really spoken since last week, except for a few exchanges of small conversations. What I was even more reluctant to tell Lissa was the fact that I had been hiding a possible convict on my house for nearly a week. That and I think I'm starting to have feelings for him.

"Then who?" she asked, starting to get excited. "Mason! Is it him? Or what about that Jesse Zeklos from homeroom at the university? He's definitely hot."

"It's no anyone!" I said, raising my voice a little. I glanced at Lissa's hurt face and instantly felt regret. I took her hands in mine and looked into her eyes. "You . . . wouldn't know him," I paused, "Hell, I barely know him," I countered and Lissa laughed.

"We're talking about this tonight, whether you like it or not," she said with a smirk, using the same words I used when I made her come over last week. I laughed and nodded.

"Fine," I said. I guess I could talk about Dimitri with her, I knew I could trust her with any of the secrets I had. Plus, I knew there was no getting out of it when it came to a mad Lissa. "Oh did you buy any more of that beer that I fell in love with last time I came over?"

Lissa giggled and shook her head vigorously. "A whole six-pack," she said, and my eyes practically glowed. I was then reminded of Dimitri's sexy-as-hell six pack, and I mentally foamed from the mouth and shot myself.

I leaned my forehead against my front door. "Fuck. My. Life," I moaned. I left my keys at the cafe. How can I be such a dumbass? I couldn't seem to find my spare key anywhere; and I wondered if Dimitri had taken it. In frustration. I kicked my door. "UGH!" I screamed.

After a second, the door opened. Well, I'll be damned. I left it unlocked! I walked over to investigate the scene, but looked up to see a looming figure leaning over the threshold. My eyes snapped open in recognition.

"Dimitri!" I said, excitement rushing through me.

In a rash movement, Dimitri grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the house. He slammed the door behind me faster than I thought was possible and pushed me up against the wall. He gave me one last longing look that grazed over my body before slamming his lips on mine.

I didn't respond at all at first. I was way too shocked. Was this really Dimitri? I wasn't quite so sure. I didn't know him to be so up front with his feelings like this. This kiss screamed longing and lust. I hadn't even realized how much I had been wanting this until now. I moaned, and then Dimitri seemed to calm down.

We broke apart slightly. "Hey," he said as he smiled smugly. I then realized that we hadn't even said a proper hello to each other.

"Hi," I said in a small voice. Dimitri had no idea what he was doing to me . . . but something about his expression told me he knew a fraction of it.

He pressed me up against the wall again with his body and softly touched his lips to mine. It was just simply wonderful. "I missed you," he said quietly against my lips.

I wanted to tell him how much I missed him, but I went against that thought. "Me too," I squeaked out instead. Dimitri gave me a winning smile, and I couldn't help but return it. He then hungrily met my lips with his own and we started up the make out session once again. He held my hips against his and pulled my legs up so that they were now wrapped around his waist. I couldn't even put into words how good I was feeling right now.

We broke away after a while and we gazed into each other's eyes. It felt like I had been missing him for so much longer than one week. It felt like eternity.

Dimitri carried me over to the dinning room table and placed me down on it. He leaned in and placed a hand on either sides of my hips. His face was inches from my own. We just seemed to just glaze over into each other's eyes, and it was fun. Dimitri's eyes were so beautiful, I love to just look into them.

I decided to break the silence. "Are you hungry?" I asked, glancing at the clock on the far wall over Dimitri's head.

"For you," he said and growled.

I giggled. "Dimitri," I laughed. "How about Chinese?" I asked between laughs and Dimitri nodded as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. My laughter soon faded, and things got silent. I lifted my hands from my sides and brought them up to his neck. I didn't strangle him or anything, but I rested my hands there. I slid one up to the roots of his hair and pushed his head down onto mine.

Dimitri graciously accepted this and fully responded to the kiss. I wrapped my legs around his waist once again and pulled him even closer, if possible. He leaned over so that now I was laying on my back over my dining room table. While we were busy eating each other's faces, I remembered Lissa.

"Oh shit," I cussed into the kiss. Dimitri and I broke apart slightly, but we were still only mere inches away from each other. "I forgot about Lissa . . ." I whispered onto Dimitri's lips.

We were both breathing pretty heavily - thanks to our previous make out session. "Lissa?" Dimitri asked curiously.

I rubbed my face with my hand, sliding it slowly down my cheek. "Craaap," I moaned, and speak of the devil, my phone started ringing with Lissa's caller ID. "Kay just . . . hang on a moment," I said and Dimitri nodded. I pulled my phone all the way out of my pocket and placed it to my ear.

"Rose! Where are you! You were supposed to come over right after work! It's been . . ." Lissa paused, probably looking at her watch, "like twenty-five minutes and you're still not here," she shouted over the phone.

Dimitri kissed my neck, and then moved down lower to my collar bone. It was completely exposed thanks to the low cut black tank top I was wearing. I pushed my bust up so that he had more to feel; more things to do that would make me feel good. "S-sorry, Liss, but you know, some stuff came up and I don't think I can come over right now," I said awkwardly. I felt bad rejecting her, she always was there for me.

"Are you serious Rose? I was just about to make your favourite - wait. Mind if I ask what you're doing right now?" her voice turned curious . . . and a little mischievous. She started snickering.

"Let's just say," I said slowly, "I'm a little busy," I said as a smile came into my voice. Dimitri chuckled. He was kissing and sucking on little pieces of skin on my shoulder now.

Lissa squealed on the other line of the phone. "EEEE! Really? Is it the guy you were talking about earlier? You are such a skank - I'm jealous! Is he hot? Is he good at making out? How far have you gone-"

"I'm hanging up now," I said and clicked the off button. I giggled and held Dimitri's cheeks in my hands and pulled him back up to my face, and more importantly, my lips.

Dimitri snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me closer, and I made no move to stop him. Millions of feelings fluttered in my stomach; it felt as if I were going to explode I felt so great. Since when had making out with a guy been this fun?

I decided it was a good time then to push him away then, I was hungry as hell! I hadn't eaten anything since lunch today, and that was light. I had a salad with Mason, Lissa, and Christian. We talked of various things - one being Mason and my shopping trip. He laughed about it, but then got serious.

"Wait, you weren't kidding?" Mason asked with a serious demeanor.

I cocked an eyebrow expertly. "Didn't you get my text?" I wondered. "I sent it like... a week ago," I said and Mason laughed sheepishly.

"Oh yeah. My bad," he laughed. "How about Sunday?" Mason asked and I nodded vigorously. I had been waiting for a shopping trip, and I've saved up a TON of money. Yes, I was excited.

"That sounds-" I threw my arms around Mason's neck and leaned in close to his ear, "Perfect," I purred. Lissa and Christian laughed, as did Mason, but his was obviously forced. He told me he did have some feelings for me, so I needed to be careful about how I acted towards him. We all laughed then, I was just so excited for this weekend.

Back to the situation at hand, oh yeah, I am starved! Dimitri looked me in the eye, as if to ask me 'what's wrong?' in a concerned way. "Chinese, right?" I asked with a grin as I picked up my phone again. Dimitri chuckled and nodded. He started to turn away, but I grabbed him by his flannel and brought him back to me. "Hey, I'm not done with you yet," I laughed. Dimitri cracked a grin and leaned in to kiss me once again.

The kiss lasted all of ten seconds, but in that time, the man working at the Chinese restaurant picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hi, can I have what ever the special is?"

"Oh, the special is -"

"Yeah, I'll have two of those," I cut him off rudely, but at the moment I didn't really care. I was hungry and horny. What can I say? I gave the man my address and credit card number and then hung up.

Dimitri and I walked over to the counter. I filled up a glass of water and took a sip. All this making out was making me thirsty! As I leaned against the side of the counter, Dimitri put a hand on either side of my waist, and leant in.

"How was work?" he asked as he leaned in. We were only inches away. When I say leaned in, it was more like bent down. His back was arched unnaturally so that our noses were barely touching.

I gazed at his lips while contemplating my answer. "Fine," I mumbled. I couldn't tear my eyes from his delicious looking lips. I would rather eat those then some Chinese food any day, but unfortunately, they don't provide any nutrition what so ever.

"You look sexy," Dimitri said with a smirk, and I couldn't help but blush. "You're making me all hot and bothered," he admitted, and my blush only grew.

"Thank you, Dimitri, I could say the same about you," I said and cocked my head to the side slightly. One of his hands by my hip's side moved to encircle my waist and pull our hips even closer.

Dimitri leaned into my ear. "I can see right down your shirt," he whispered and I blushed a little more. I wasn't really sure why I was acting like this, but for some reason, it felt like I was in grade school again, and Dimitri was a teacher. I was getting taught. Dimitri licked a U underneath my earlobe, and like that, I was way past horny. It was as if he had just flicked a switch.

I attacked his neck. Well, not really attacked, but you catch my drift. I pressed soft kisses against his skin, and bit a few pieces, the skin turning red. It would bruise up soon. I innerly smirked, I would definitely leave my mark on Dimitri. I got to his collarbone, and paused for a second. I breathed hot breaths on the skin, and I felt goose bumps on his skin as I pressed one soft simple kiss there.

With his free hand, he brought it up to my chin and lifted it up so that we were gazing into each other's eyes. It was romantic - to say in the least. He then crashed his lips upon mine, and thus forth the make out session number two started.

"I..." I moaned into the kiss, "Dimitri..."

"Hmm?" he asked into the kiss.

"I have to change," I whispered. I was wearing a low cut black tank top with dark wash denim jeans and a braided leather belt. For shoes I wore black Toms, but they were long since discarded at the door.

"Why?" Dimitri asked, barely breaking the kiss, but then returning his lips to mine. "You look good," he groaned and I smirked.

"Thanks, but this tank top is itchy," I said. It was the truth, it was starting to itch on my lower back, but really-really, I wanted to check up on a few things.

"Then let's take it off," Dimitri said huskily as his fingers held the hem of my shirt. I could feel his lips pull up into a smile through the kiss. I slapped his arm lightly, but then let it go.

"Sorry, I'd rather not get naked in my kitchen of all places in my house," I said and Dimitri chuckled. He loosened his grip and I slid out of his hold. "I'll be right back," I reassured him. He furrowed his eyebrows, but then gestured for me to continue walking. I gave him a quick suggesting smile before running up the stairs and into my room at the end of the hall.

I escaped to my bathroom first. I checked out my make up. It was all still there, and neatly in place, giving me the natural appearance. My pheromones only enhanced that, I noticed. I smelt my breath quickly, just to make sure I didn't smell like ass. I remembered chewing on some Tic-Tacs earlier, so I pulled my hand down and scanned my body. My breasts looked great, thanks to my amazing and supporting bra, and the thin tank top only added to the look. My legs looked longer with my jeans on, which was a definite plus.

I only then realized how insecure I was acting. I fled to make sure that I was still looking good to impress him, but to tell the truth, I wasn't really impressing myself. I mean, yeah, I looked gorgeous (I must admit), but to cower like that and leave him down there didn't play out as very cool in my mind.

I went into my closet and pulled out a new t-shirt; it was another tank top, but this one had stripes and was looser. It had buttons going down and stopping halfway through the shirt. It, like my first shirt, had a low cut front. I kind of felt like I was trying too hard when I put it on, but I ignored it. Dimitri liked it anyway. It's not like he was going to call me out for dressing like a slut and tell me to change.

I shook my head as I gave myself one last glance in the mirror before jogging out of my room and back down the stairs. Just as I was turning the corner from the stairs to enter the hallway, the doorbell rang.

That must be the Chinese delivery guy. I smiled as I opened the door, but instead of the delivery guy... it was Adrian.

Greaaat.

"Hi, um, Adrian. What are you doing here?" I asked.

Adrian held my keys in his hand and dangled them there, making a loud clinging noise. "Forget about these?" he asked with a smirk in his voice.

My eyes widened. "Oh!" I shouted, sounding somewhat like a dumbass. "Adrian, I completely forgot!" I said to him and threw my hand out to grab them from him, but he yanked his hand back in a jerky move. I furrowed my eyebrows. " Hey . . ." I said, a little confused. "Can I have my keys back?" I asked with a little added attitude.

"What do I deserve?" he asked, with that smirk crawling onto his face. I stared at him dumbfounded until he spoke again. He gave me a pathetic look. "An . . . apology?"

"Eat shit, Adrian. Now give me my keys," I said in an annoyed voice.

Adrian just laughed. "Is that how you're going to play? I see how it is," he said as he leaned on the doorframe. He placed a hand on my cheek and leaned down so that we were only inches apart. Things suddenly got quiet. It felt as if time had stopped for a few seconds. "Can I kiss you?" he breathed on my lips.. I was almost flabbergasted. Since when did Adrian ask permission for things?

"Um," I murmured. I didn't know what to say.

"I'd prefer you didn't," said a voice behind me. I turned quickly and met eyes with Dimitri's strong brown ones. He was practically radiating raw male power right now. I offered him a small smile and thankful eyes, and he returned it with a nod and slight smirk.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Adrian straighten up. He breathed out in what seemed to be annoyance. "And . . . who are you to say that in place of Rose?" he asked with a sort of cocky sound in his voice.

"He's my, um," I said, tripping over myself. Long-lost brother? Cousin? I could use that excuse this time! I was about to speak when Dimitri cut me off.

"Boyfriend," he said, repeating what I had said/lied to my father last week. He moved closer and wrapped an arm around my waist.

Adrian's eye widened, and for a second, he completely lost his composure. He was shocked, and hurt. I shot an angry glare at Dimitri, but he didn't look at me. He just smirked evilly at Adrian, who looked like he had just lost everything he owned.

"Boy . . . friend, huh," Adrian muttered, looking down at the hardwood floors under Dimitri's and my feet. "Okay," he said, tossing me the keys. I feebly caught them and held them to my chest in both hands. I felt horrible.

"Adrian, you know -"

"No, Rose, whatever," Adrian said and shook his head. "It's a lost cause. I'll see you around," he said and turned to leave. He stopped and turned back to me, letting out a harsh and cold sounding laugh. "It's odd, really. I heard from Lissa that you were the one who thought I would be the one with another lover. But it was you," he said, and shook his head once again. He walked down the driveway and leisurely slid into his expensive Ferrari. I felt tears well up in my eyes. I'm the worst person in this whole world.

I closed the door slowly and I swallowed back the tears. I wasn't weak. I didn't even like Adrian all that much . . . right? No - no way. We were only friends from the start. Lissa was right, I shouldn't date guys just because I have sympathy for them. I had found out that Mason wasn't even completely interested in women, but Adrian . . . Adrian was a whole different ball park.

Dimitri steered me around and held me close to him. "It's fine, Rose," he whispered seductively in my ear. I completely erased the whole ordeal that just happened before me from my memory. It's just Dimitri and I now.

I pulled a quirky smile on my face. "You're right. Now . . ." I licked my lips, "Where were we?" Dimitri laughed and leaned in to kiss me. We were literally only inches away from each other's wanting lips, but in that instant, the doorbell rang a second time.

I opened the door and was met with the usual Chinese delivery man . . . err, girl. She was probably in her twenties, and very short. She was very cute, however.

"Thank you for your purchase," she said and turned around. How odd, she didn't even let me tip her. Oh well. I smiled at Dimitri as I held the bag of Chinese food in one hand.

"Come on," I said and waved for him to follow me. Adrian was haunting my mind, and I had to constantly try and brush him away. He's - like I realized earlier today - old news.

I placed the Chinese food down on the counter and opened them up. A yummy smelling aroma erupted from the boxes, and I felt as if I were in heaven. I handed one to him, as well as some chopsticks, and then opened my own. I broke the chopsticks apart and dug in. I breathed out a sigh of content. Awesome. Chinese food and Dimitri for dinner. Mmm.

Dimitri seemed to be having problems with his chopsticks. He couldn't grab any of his noodles with them, and he seemed to be becoming little bit frustrated. I stuck my chopsticks into his food and grabbed a good amount of noodles and held it up to the entrance of his mouth. He looked down at it questioningly.

"Aaah," I said, opening my mouth, indicating for him to do so as well.

Dimitri gave the food one last distrustful look. He the opened his mouth and I slowly brought the food past his lips. His yummy and hot lips - might I want to add. They looked just as appetizing as my food did. Dimitri closed his mouth around the food and chewed. He smiled brightly then. I smiled back, and resisted the urge of making out with him and sharing his regurgitated food. Yeah, I'm gross like that.

Rex padded his way in then and barked at Dimitri. He then surprised us both by jumping - I didn't even know he could jump! - onto Dimitri's lap. Dimitri looked as shocked as I'm sure I did. He gaped at the dog and patted his fur. "Hey, Rex. I missed you too," He said and chuckled.

"He's your number one fan. I think he loves you even more than me now," I said jokingly. A look of fear crossed Dimitri's face, and I nearly fell over laughing. "Don't worry. He might just pee on your leg, however. You should keep your legs out of his range, just to be safe," I continued to laugh.

Dimitri gave Rex a disgusted look, but then went back to rubbing his back. The way he did it looked really enticing. Rex must've fallen asleep in bliss there, because his breathing evened and he didn't move. I smiled and slapped the dog on his ass. He yelped and growled at me, then moved to get into a comfortable position on Dimitri's lap. This time, we both laughed at my weird dog's antics.

"I think he may be . . . gay," I said finally and looked up at Dimitri for his opinion.

"I was afraid you'd say that," he said and we both laughed again.

Once we finished our dinner . . . or a portion of it, anyway, we settled on seeing a movie together. We sat together on my couch and looked at the selection on my Apple TV program. It was a French movie that we finally decided on, a comedy and romance.

We snuggled up next to each other . . . at first. There was lots of hot French words, and to my pure bliss, Dimitri knew some French. Dimitri and French equals total hotness. He whispered some of the words in my ear, and I giggled each time. Also, lots of make out scenes occurred in the movie. A definite plus.

Near the end of the movie, I was on top of Dimitri, straddling his hips while being deep in the middle of a make out session. His arms were at my hips, and he dug his hands into the pockets in the back of my jeans. His grip would tighten every so often and squeeze my ass. Saying it felt good would be an understatement. It felt amazing. Our hips ground together and I could start to feel a part of Dimitri waking up . . .

He never pushed anything, however. I was content with just making out and touching a little, and Dimitri didn't make me do anything I didn't want to. It was just perfect. I didn't think anyone could do a better job making me this happy and horny at the same time.

"Mmm," I moaned into our kiss.

"Roza," he groaned back.

"I love you," I confessed. My cheeks burned as I realized I was being very blunt.

Dimitri chuckled into the kiss. "As I love you, my Roza." He clutched my face in his hand and stroked my cheek lightly, his eyes lingering into mine. "You are mine. Ty moya."

I giggled. "I'm glad I learned Russian. Kak zhe ty, Dimka," I moaned. Dimitri smiled widely before pressing his lips against mine softly. It soon became hungry, and we were once again devouring each other's faces. The movie played quietly in the background.

As are you, Dimka.

TBC

Hey, sorry for the wait guys. My mom's making me go to bed early now. Haha, what a fail? I know.

I was wondering if anyone needed a Beta? I mean, what else should I do with my time? (When I'm not slaving over a fanfiction, that is.) I would love to help other people's stories, and it sounds fun. It's like having a preview to a story. Just review this, or PM me; I've never beta'd before, but I think I understand what I'm supposed to do ;)

Kaaaaay, Review please! More fluff? Did you guys spazz out while reading all that fluff? I did... a little... haha