A/N: Hey guys! So uhh, another delay in updates... it's been... a month since i promised new chapters? i'm sorry for the wait. long story short I lost the files for about two weeks and then got into a serious case of writer's block when editing this. on top of that i'm taking this annoying online college math course and my older sister (aka Bridezilla) is getting married soon... real life pretty much sucks : /

anywho, I'm unsure of this chapter. I don't have a beta so everything I publish is in raw form. writing for me is usually hit or miss. I have two more chapters coming so far for this story (which I still need to edit) although I might take a break for awhile to refresh my outlook on it. But I will come back to this story. I wrote a tasty DPOV lemon but need to write a few things leading up to it.

suggestions are always welcomed for this story. and in the meantime checkout a new story I'm working on called Beautiful Intentions. I'm a major music nerd so I like so incorporate that into what I write. *hint hint...lyrics thrown into my stories and chapters named after albums and songs... so if you like Owl City check the story out. It has an "Adam Young-esque" type of vibe, kind of...

Shout out to everyone who commented on the nicknames. Your recommendations will be used in the story. : )

This chapter contains a squeeze of lemon and a few douses of Russian. Enjoy?

Later that week...

DPOV

Life is not perfect. Especially when your fiancée keeps trying to seduce you every single day, multiple times a day at that, for the last week and you can't do anything but to bite your tongue and resist her temptations.

This past week has been a true test of Rose and mine's self-control. It's difficult to say the least, being around the pregnant love of your life while she constantly demands that I satisfy her. It's actually quiet painful.

I'll do anything to please my Roza and make her happy, but for once I simply cannot. I promised her no sex for a week so that our date tonight would be memorable, and that's a promised I've worked hard to keep.

Rose without even trying, is a very sexy woman. So when she actually puts an effort into being a seductress, let's just say things get very hard, very quickly. I chuckle to myself as I stand in the shower, washing myself up after a long workout at the gym.

I don't think Rose fully understands the power she has over me. Just the simple thought of her clad in only a set of revealing black lingerie makes my skin simmer with desire as blood rushes to the most sensitive area of my body.

The past few days have become sort of a game between the both of us. Teasing one another to the brink of insanity until one of us breaks control.

But with a strong sense of will, I've managed to keep myself calm and not give it to her... Or at least appear so. More times than I'd like to admit, I find myself desperately seeking a release from how excited she gets me. I literally thank god for the years of experience I have being a guardian and the time spent when I mentored Rose at the academy.

Back then I discovered how to control my feelings and tame the flames of arousal before people can notice. But sometimes I couldn't always control myself, and I would end up with stolen kisses, heated sparring matches and the most memorable event with Rose, what happened in the cabin...

I did however learn from my experiences when I didn't give into hunger. Resistance only lasted for so long, I still had to rid of my frustration and the best way I've learned to do that is through long strenuous sessions of body conditioning.

For the last couple days I find myself visiting the gym more often that usual just so I can avoid one of Rose's "methods of persuasion" only to find when I get back to the apartment she does something completely unexpected, causing all my precious time of mediation to disintegrate within minutes. I swear the woman is going to be the death of me.

So much to my relief, when I got back to the apartment today I found her resting in bed after coming home tired from a long shift with Queen Vasilisa.

I felt a wide grin spread across my face at the word home. Moving in together was a big step in our relationship after Rose recovered from her surgery. I was nervous when I asked her if she wanted to live with me. It made my heart swell when she excitedly agreed.

All time spent with her, even when I'm simply reading a book sprawled across the couch in the living room and she's cuddled up next to me aimlessly flipping through channels on the TV, is wonderful.

I learned the hard way that she's not a very good cook, who knew toast could actually ignite on fire in a toaster?

I shook my head remembering a group of guardians rushing to our apartment when the smoke alarms went off.

Thanks to Mama and much relief to Roza, I'm actually a pretty decent cook. It warms my heart that I get to spend everyday with her and prepare her meals.

I feel completely relaxed living with her. We've developed a good routine and it reminds me of my childhood living with my family. An experience I haven't had for a long time since becoming a guardian.

I've always felt a certain fondness being surrounded by my family growing up in Baia. As an adult, I fantasized about having my own home and family one day, but when I vowed my life to protect a Moroi, I had to let go of that fondness and those daydreams. I couldn't have a family if I was sworn to protect another. It pained me to see how easy the Moroi's life was.

I don't regret my profession, I feel a deep honor protecting another's life, but I couldn't help but to long for a more simple life. Moroi married all the time, while they were kept safe by their guardians, they were given different opportunities than dhampirs did. Our lives were harsh, stressful and constantly on alert.

It was rare for guardians to have relationships and further more, anything serious. It was almost unheard of if they got married and continued active duty. Usually our race had to decide. They come first or drop out of your duties all together and either distance yourself or leave the Moroi society-all while Moroi went on with their lives without a hitch.

Deep down I just wanted to find someone who loved and completed me. Then just run off with them. If I ever found my soulmate, I would never put anyone's life above theirs. Actually that almost happened once, just it didn't end well... A small flash of pain flared in my mind remembering her... I winced from the old thought. Throughout my life I've lost so many people close to me. Once I lost my charge, I vowed to never let that happen again. I decided to ignore my hopes of another life.

I scrubbed soap off my body and let out a deep sigh. I've always had mixed views about a guardian's life. Over the years my mind couldn't stop but to constantly searching for that feeling of home and comfort again.

Russia is my native country, so after the grief of Ivan's death and when I left to guard Princess Vasilisa in The States, I started to feel an ache in my chest. The moment my flight landed on the foreign soil, I felt a small pang of home sickness from not being able to visit my relatives. I tried ignoring it, but I simply couldn't. It was my nature to look for love no matter my conflicting views.

At times I felt hollow in America. I was cordial with other guardians but Russia was where I had all my friends and family. I didn't date seeing as my job was too dangerous to allow someone to get close. Especially with the constant fear of not knowing whether I'd live to see tomorrow or vise versa.

It wasn't until I met Rose that the aching and longing started to dissolve away. I felt a comfort in her presence just like I did around Mama, my sisters along with their kids and babushka. After only a year of knowing her, my views finally swayed and settled. I wanted to have it all. A lifetime as a guardian along with a home and wife.

It wasn't until we moved in together that I realized she was my home. That I'd finally found my fond hope could be real.

Living with her felt right. I realized with sudden clarity that home really wasn't in a particular place or with a group of people. It was merely just the simple place alongside your soulmate, and Roza filled that space. Being a guardian still means a lot to me, but not as much as it used to. Not after finally finding the life that was meant for me.

I felt soothed sleeping beside her every night, waking up every morning to be met with her melted chocolate eyes and her body tightly wrapped up in my arms.

As we discovered our personal habits and eventually grew into a cycle, is wasn't long before I mentally associated our apartment as home because that's where my Roza was. But I wasn't sure if Rose felt the same way as me. She was young and grew up her whole life at an academy. I didn't know if she had adapted to the idea of having a 'home' instead of simply 'living together'. Whether or not she would ever want to get married and possibly raise a family. I loved her but was unsure if she shared the same feeling. I wasn't sure if she believed in soulmates.

My worries soon washed away when I found out she was pregnant and confessed to wanting the same hopes as me.

I accidentally brought it up at the doctor's office a week ago and Rose simply smiled at me as she proudly acknowledged our apartment as home and that she actually wanted children. It was at that moment I realized I knew she'd want to be my wife. The way she knows me without effort and the comfortable silence we share just being in the company of one another confirmed all my hopes of proposing.

Any now I'm living the life I was destined to have. I'm going to marry the woman I love and start a family with her. Speaking of switch, concerns me.

Rose's been more tired lately and has started to take naps right after she's relieved of duty. I know it's the pregnancy causing her to be so weary so I convinced her to permanently take weekends off to rest until the baby comes. At first she argued with me, but after she calmed down she realized too that both her as well as the baby would benefit from the extra time off.

Vasilisa also said the same thing so eventually after some persuasion, Rose agreed to it. It worried me to no end that her new job was too stressful for her. But she was tough and claimed she could handle it. I knew though once she was too far along, she'd have to step back from active duty for awhile. I just hope she won't be too stubborn about it.

I close my eyes lathering my hair with shampoo as I remember her suggesting I should 'help' her relax after work everyday. I felt my eyes roll from the memory, I never realized how much of a sexual appetite that woman has.

A quick flash of this week's tests suddenly flood my mind as I'm rinsing my hair out...

~*-LEMON-*~

Monday

Rose woke up early in the morning to me delicately running my fingertips across her skin slowly. Her eyes snapped awake as I dipped a hand down her pajama pants and stroked her sex softly with my thumb. Her eyes glazed over in lust just before I swiftly got up and away from the bed.

"Morning Roza." I smirked over my shoulder as I disappeared to the bathroom to get ready for a shift I had with Christian.

The last thing I heard was a feral growl rumble from Rose...

Tuesday

I got home late in the evening and nearly had a heart attack as Rose walked around the apartment in a red-lacy corset with fishnet stockings and blood-red high heels. She went about making phone calls and sorting through mail like any ordinary day acting completely obviously to what she was wearing.

She ignored me the whole night and when I tried to touch her, she would painfully smack my hands away or throw in a few defensives hits...

Wednesday

Rose was quietly eating a midnight snack in the kitchen when I left the bedroom and came over to her. She was standing near the counter with her back to me when I came up behind her.

She didn't move as I closed in on her. I stood close to her barely an inch away and paused. She was well aware I was behind her, but I didn't do anything. I felt the electric hum radiate off of us as I towered over her, never once touching her.

Minutes later, I slowly bent forward. I could taste the rapid pulse of her anticipation and just then in the span of a breath, I brought my mouth down to her neck and licked a trail behind her ear.

She gasped and turned around but I had already left the room and bolted out of the apartment and to the gym...

Thursday

I was drifting into a deep sleep in bed after a long day when I felt Rose's hand slithered it's way into my boxers and tugged up my shaft.

I groaned as I felt her lips nibble on my earlobe and then she seductively whispered, "трахать меня." (Fuck me.)

My dick swelled within a nano second at the sound of her intoxicating voice speaking Russian. With as much courage as I had in me, I gently pushed her away and all but sprinted to the bathroom for a cold shower...

Friday

We had dinner with Lissa and Christian. The entire time at the table, we fought each other off. Rose kept trying to undo my belt and jean zipper and I would slip my hand upper her thighs.

When we got home I went to go brush my teeth and change. When I emerged from the bathroom I stopped dead in my tracks.

Rose had laid herself down, across the bed in a provocative pose wearing nothing but a thin black thong and gave me a smoldering stare.

I immediately left the room, locked and barricaded the door and slept on the couch that night...

~*-End of Lemon-*~

I tore my eyes open as I realized I was getting stiff from the intense memories. I abruptly switched the shower dial to cold and let the freezing water shake the feeling my body was now experiencing away. Damn that woman...

Later I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist and set to work on a shave. Once finished, I did a quick blow-dry of my hair and walked into the bedroom and over to the dresser.

I pulled on a fresh pair of briefs and walk over to the bed where Rose is peacefully sleeping. I sat down on the edge and she stirs slightly from the bed adjusting to my weight but doesn't wake. I run one of my hands through her silken hair, letting my fingers curl around a few locks as I shift so that I'm leaning over her with my free arm propping my torso up.

I slide my hand down her arm gently and stop at her wrist letting my thumb stroke feather-light caresses to the skin there as I turn her hand over and gaze at her engagement ring.

I can feel my heart constrict as my eyes tinge slightly from the sight of that ring on her finger. I still can't believe I finally proposed to her. I never knew that such a simple word as "Yes" could hardness so much meaning and power before. Asking Rose to be my wife was the most terrifying thing I've ever done. Words cannot describe the emotions I felt when hearing that velvety word slip from her mouth after asking her to be mine forever.

My heartstrings grew more taut as I remembered our conversation about marriage. I knew this was a lot to ask of her at a such young age, but to my relief she wants me in that way. I know I still have to earn her full trust back, as painful as it was to realize I've lost her trust after our separation and the self-doubt I caused her when we first fell in love, I'm determined to prove to her how deep and unbreakable my love for her is. With time, patience, and support I'll regrow and enforce our trust.

I can wait infinitely until she's ready to marry me. Just knowing she accepted my proposal is enough to make me die a happy man.

She is literally the other half of my soul. Without her, I wouldn't of survived as long as I have since being restored. Just the presence and sight of her heals even the deepest of my still aching wounds. I honestly don't understand how I lived my life for so long without finally finding her. The moment I laid my eyes on her when tracking her and Vasilisa back when I worked for the academy, I just had this feeling. I didn't fully grasp it at the time, but my soul knew I'd finally found the one. My missing piece that I never really realized was vacant in my incomplete soul until I saw Roza.

She is my life now, so long as I have her with me, nothing else matters.

I pause for a moment to savor my Roza's new title. Fiancée. It has such a beautiful ring to it and I can't seem to stop saying it in head every time I think of her now. She's so many things to me. My soulmate, reason for living, and now the mother of my unborn child.

I let go of her hand and slowly lift the hem of her cotton shirt up so that her lower torso is exposed. I delicately glide my fingertips across her hips and slowly flatten my palm against the center of her waist using my thumb to gently stroke the skin above our growing child." привет, малютка. папочка не могу дождаться встретиться с вами. я тебя люблю столько..." I softly murmur to our baby. (Hello little one. Daddy can't wait to meet you. I love you so much...)

There are really no words to quite describe how I felt when I found out Roza was pregnant. I had a suspicion of it when she had so much stomach sickness for the past few weeks but I quickly brushed it aside as soon as it flashed in my mind. I simply thought it was a foolish assumption and that I shouldn't put any thought into it. I couldn't possibly father a child with Rose. Dhampirs supposedly couldn't reproduce with one another.

For so long I dreamt and fantasized of one day having a family with Rose but I never truly realized how wonderful it felt to actually have it happen in real life. Biologically I mean, I would have never minded adopting or any of the other methods I researched to start a family with Rose. So it was a true blessing to find out that through all the trauma we've been through, something beautiful could come from it. It was, in a sense, poetic for us. We both struggled with death and in the end, were given the gift to create new life together. If anything, this miracle made me appreciate my second chance at life so much more that I already do with just being with Rose.

I suppose at first I was shocked, but that soon dissolved into the happiest emotion I've ever felt before. It pained me so much to see Rose so insecure and scared about being pregnant so young. So I made sure she knew just how much I supported her. The moment she realized I was committed to her and ready to keep her safe and protect our child, it was like watching a late blossom bloom. The amount of love and trust I saw glow in her eyes when she sweetly announced our pregnancy in the living room of our apartment was a memory that with be forever burned in my mind.

I bent forward, brushing my hand aside and pressed my lips to her stomach. I closed my eyes, feeling my throat start to thicken from the astounding pride I felt, both from knowing the love of my life was carrying my child and the breathtaking fact that I was going to be a father.

I heard a soft moan sound from Roza from the contact of my lips as she started to wake up. I grinned as I push the fabric of her shirt farther up and started to leave a trail of kisses up her body eliciting another delicious moan from my beauty.

I moved farther onto the bed to where I'm hovering over her yummy body. I bent down to bury my nose between her covered breasts before I began to kiss her neck hungrily.

I could feel her breathing start to hitch as she stirs completely awake. She moans again reaching her hands out, gripping my biceps and forcing me closer to her. I chuckled against her skin as I move my way up her neck to her ear and murmur, "You have to go get ready Roza."

She grumbles some unintelligible words as her hands make their way to my neck and jerks my head over so she can smother her lips to mine.

I groan as she sucks on my bottom lip. The familiar fire that blazes through me whenever we're intimate surges it's way through my veins and intensely so to my manhood where I'm very aware that's starting stiffen.

I growl licking her top lip as she parts her mouth. I slip my tongue inside, briefly tasting her before pulling away and forcing myself out of the bed.

The sound of the anger in Rose's snarl sends a chill down my spine as she opens her eyes and glares at me. "Get back over here." she hisses reaching her hands out for me but I easily dodge her grasp and lean up against the wall as I chuckle, "Sorry Roza. Not yet. Get ready. Our reservation is in two hours."

She curses underneath her breath as she slowly gets out of bed. I bite my tongue stifling a chuckle as I back away from her and enter the walk-in closet. I've learned the hard way this week to not laugh in front of a bothered Rose. Her temperament is actually pretty frightening and I can see how alike her and Janine really are. I now know better than to teasingly seduce my fiancée when she's sexually frustrated. But for some reason I just can't help but to keep doing it.

Call me crazy, but the more bottled up she gets, the more attracted I feel towards her. I shake my head, looking forward to tonight. I know she'll thank me for the wait, hopefully...

I grab a pair of black trousers that I ironed earlier and slip them on as I hear Rose mutter something at the alarm clock. I roll my eyes as I do up the zipper and button while reaching for a belt. Roza has never been a morning person and after a week of teasing her, she's now even worse especially after a nap.

I grab my dress shirt and tie that are crisply hung on a hanger and walk to the entrance of the closet and lean up against the doorway with an amused expression painted across my face.

I watch Rose as she scuffles around the bedroom in a sleepy daze. I had just woken her up from a long nap so she could get ready for our date tonight.

I felt a wide grin spread across my lips as I gaze at the living, breathing Aphrodite incarnate in front of me. My Roza was the purpose of love, the image of beauty, and quite the little master of sexuality. I've never been so attracted to a woman in such an intense way before as I feel for Rose. The touch of her soft tanned skin, the sight of her curved and magnificent body, the warm embodiment of her powerful yet lucid gaze, and the simple taste of her sweet lips was all I could ever dream about in a perfect woman. In ways, she is a dream. I sometimes find myself wondering when I'll wake up because being with Rose is such an intoxicating trance that I'm positive reality can't really be this pleasant.

But then, my goddess will come and showering me with her sassy humor and sizzling touch. Suddenly bringing me back to earth, fully alive and lost in her tantalizing embrace. The way she makes my body feel is electrifying and it seems as if I can never get enough of her.

"See something you like?" she purrs from the bathroom doorway with a towel in hand and a playfully grin on her tasty lips with all traces of frustration completely gone at the moment. I put the hanger I'm holding onto down as I shift my weight off the doorway and lengthen my legs into two quick stride where I'm standing just a breath away from her. Her eyes glow with a lusty heat as I cup her cheek tenderly while slowly sliding my other hand around her waist.

I tug her closer to me as I bend my head down to hers, my breath fans her lips as I whisper, "No. I see something I love." I watch her face lighten in joy before I mold our lips together in a passionate, needy kiss.

A/N: I wanted to explore some of Dimitri's more deep thoughts and past along with his playful side. I have an idea that I will elaborate on later regarding a small tragedy he went through as a teen. So I wanted to display a different side of him. Did you like it or not? Review.

~Fabulous

ps- Anyone a fan of Chase Coy? I was listening to him when writing the fluff for this chapter. He's so adorable yet hot at the same time, ha ha god I love cute guys who can strum a guitar... ; P