Nine—Voyeur
Prompt – Move
Description –Rose wants to get the jump on Dimitri.
POV – Rose/Dimitri
Word Count: 667
When she was fourteen , Rose had discovered something interesting. One afternoon while searching for a place to host an after curfew party, she'd discovered an old window that didn't latch properly. The window—which led into the gyms largest storeroom—was just the right size for a teenager to squeeze through, and in the end she decided to keep it a secret, just in case she ever needed a place to get away from everyone for a few hours.
She'd actually forgot about the window, until one day when she was helping Dimitri put away the equipment they'd been using. As soon as she saw it she remembered, and a brilliant Rose Hathaway idea sprung to life, fully formed in her head. The time had finally come to put her secret to the test.
Ever since the night of the queens visit, Rose had been trying to get the jump on her mentor. Unfortunately for her, the doors to the gym were large and loud, always alerting him when she entered. But the window—her window—might just give her the edge she'd been searching for.
Knowing Dimitri always worked out before their morning training session, she set her alarm an hour early, determined to surprise him. For once, she got up as soon as it went off, scurrying across the campus undetected, As she landed on the sparring mats that were stacked underneath the window she congratulated herself on the success of her mission. Making her way across the room she cracked open the door, wanting to make sure his back was to her before she sprang into action.
It was at that moment her brilliant plan came to a screeching, grinding halt.
Not because her mentor wasn't in the gym—he most assuredly was—and not because he spotted her—he didn't—but because all she could do was stare in open mouthed wonder at the perfect specimen of male beauty that awaited her. Dimitri was shirtless, his muscled torso covered in a light sheen of sweat, wearing loose fitting exercise pants and practicing what she thought to be Tai Chi. She watched him, amazed with his grace as he transitioned from one move to the next, the muscles in his chest flexing as his arms assumed the strangely beautiful positions.
She lost all track of time as she stood there, drinking in the sight of him as he switched up his routine, dropping down to do what seemed like a million push-ups, then sit ups, until finally he was done and began to rub himself dry with a towel. Even then she couldn't move, too enraptured by the way the muscles in his back danced beneath his silky skin. Only when his hands dropped to unfasten the drawstring tie at his waist could she force herself away from the door, not wanting to further invade his privacy. Climbing back out the window she jogged back to the dorm, knowing she'd have to take an ice cold shower before training.
As soon as Dimitri heard the discreet click indicating the door had closed, he allowed himself a large, satisfied smile. Of course he'd known what Roza was planning—as soon as she looked at the window her thoughtful expression had all but betrayed her. Not to mention the hushed intake of breath she'd made as soon as she peeked out the door. Still grinning he gathered up the mat he'd used and headed into the storage room, exceptionally pleased with himself. Every day, Rose tempted him in training, with every little look and touch, and every clever innuendo. So it only seemed fair that for once, she be on the receiving end, looking and longing to touch, but unable to.
As for the broken latch, well, he wasn't about to report it. He knew his Roza. She'd be back, sneaking in again in the near future, unable to resist the temptation—and he was already planning the next show he'd put on for her.