Wow ten whole chapters. I must admit to being proud! Sorry this one took awhile to get out, life is happening again and now that I'm splitting my time between to long fics (This is product placement for Where The Flax Flower Can Grow, please go read it.) things pile up. Hope you enjoy this chapter and as always reviews are like my crack. ~BionicOtaku

Never in a million years had Elizabeta thought that a night of study Roman Lit would end up with her waking in the morning lying next to a devastatingly handsome man. If she had known this she might not have put it off for two semesters. She honestly, for once in her life, had not invited Roderich up to her room to have sex. She had really just wanted his help studying, and truth be told wanted to spend more time with him. However here she was in the bright morning sunlight, staring at the shirtless man next to her. He really was beautiful, she thought to herself. Sure he was thinner than what most people found appealing, but Elizabeta didn't mind. She liked the way his clavicle and chest bones created shadows in his alabaster skin as they were hit by the bright light streaming in through the window. She liked his skin too. It was pale and creamy and soft as silk, except a few patches on his neck and chest which would have been if not for the previous night's events. And the small mole on his chin wasn't the only one he had. There was also one on his right shoulder, and one on the side of his rib cage, and a few others speckling his body in what, to Elizabeta was a pattern of perfect imperfections.

Elizabeta drew her eyes away from the rise and fall of Roderich's chest to look at his face. Through most of their evening he had had a slightly worried expression; furrowing his brow and tightening his lips, however now as he lay sleeping Elizabeta couldn't help but notice how peaceful he looked. She felt a strange tightening in her chest when she realized that she wanted to be the person to make him look peaceful when he was awake as well. She had a strange urge to take care of him. To protect him. To make him happy and whole. That's ridiculous, she berated herself. He's a grown man he doesn't need your help. But still there was this strange feeling that she could not explain. Her thoughts were broken off however as Roderich's head turned from one side to the other before he scrunched his eyes together and let out a low groan.

"Good Morning." Elizabeta said, a little raspy herself.

"No" Was the only response she got.

"It's eight thirty and our exam is at ten, do you want to go get some breakfast." She asked as she untangled herself from her bedding and went to her closet.

"Coffee" Roderich moaned out in little more than a whisper

"Sorry, come again?"

"Coffee." This time it was more like a whine as he flailed slightly and pulled the covers up so that all Elizabeta could see was the unruly lock of hair that stuck up from his part.

"Oh okay, let me see what I can do." Elizabeta replied, snickering to herself as she made her way over to the Mini fridge with an electric kettle on top of it. She started the kettle and looked around for her coffee and personal size french press. She had bought them when she discovered that the coffee they served in the cafeteria was basically just brown water, and while she didn't need coffee to function, there were times, like now, when having it came in handy.

"Do you want milk or sugar?" She called over to the giant ball of a human curled up in her sheets.

"Milk." came a tiny voice laced with morning frailty.

Elizabeta made the coffee and walked back over to the bed to hold out the mug which was accepted readily. Roderich sat on the bed taking steady sips with glazed over eyes for a few minutes while Elizabeta threw on a pair of jeans a t-shirt. After a few minutes Roderich seemed to have regained his cognitive thinking skills.

"Thank you for the coffee, I really am a mess before I have some."

Elizabeta chuckled "Yeah I noticed." How quickly he managed to regain his dignity, she thought.

"I'm sorry about that."

"It doesn't matter. Do you want to go get something to eat."

Roderich shook his head "No, don't need food. Just coffee." No wonder he was so thin

"Well okay then." Elizabeta said, reaching into the mini fridge and grabbing a yogurt, because while the violet-eyed man across from her didn't seem to need sustenance she certainly did. An awkward silence now hung in the air as what had happened the night before really started to sink in. Elizabeta had already been up for a while and had come to terms with the events quite easily, but she was now berating herself for having such little control. Not for any sort of question in morality. She was of the opinion that sex was sex, and she was under no obligation to abstain from doing something she enjoyed with whomever wanted to enjoy it with her. However this felt different. Sex mattered a lot more to most other people than it did to her and she had promised herself that she would wait awhile with Roderich, taking into consideration his timid nature and obvious inexperience, and now glancing over at the expression on his face it seemed like that would have been the wiser choice. Roderich looked as though he had seen a ghost. His pale face was paler than ever and his eyes were fixed on Elizabeta with shock and concern written all across them. He was the first to break the silence.

"Last night we um."

"Yeah"

"And then I um."

"Yup."

"But then you-"

"Yes I did"

"And then we..."

"That is the case."

"wow"

The silence then hung even thicker, and Roderich's eyes grew ten fold still staring straight at Elizabeta.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Elizabeta asked, not having the patience to wait for Roderich to speak again.

"Well are you- are you okay?' Roderich asked with a look of pure concern.

Elizabeta laughed for what felt like the hundredth time since last night. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know" Roderich spluttered. "Maybe you feel… Taken advantage of or something."

Elizabeta snorted. Who was this guy with his antiquated ideas.

"Right. So when I was not so subtly touching your thigh while you explained the plot of The Aeneid I was the one being taken advantage of ? And when I left that hickey on your neck I was being taken advantage of? And all those condoms in my bedside table are just in case I get taken advantage of. Don't worry I know what I'm doing."

"Well yeah I figured that out but…" Roderich's sentence trailed off into nothingness as he stared at his lap. He wasn't used to this kind of thing. How was he supposed to proceed? He didn't want Elizabeta to think that this was just a fling because that's not what he wanted. It seemed silly after only just meeting, but Roderich was entranced. He wanted to spend more time getting to know this enigmatic girl. His thoughts were broken off as a pair of arms were flung around him.

"Awwww, You think I'm good in bed!" Elizabeta cooed, as she squeezed him tightly and pressed their cheeks together. They stayed like that for a moment before Elizabeta pulled away a bit and fixed Roderich with a look he'd never seen before and would never be able to explain.

"Listen, you don't have to worry about me. I don't feel used, or anything like that, and if you just wanted to have sex with me and be done that's okay, but I really like you and want to spend more time with you. What do you say?"

Roderich just stared at her for a moment. His head was spinning again. He didn't understand. How could she be so forward? She was so brave, and spirited, and Roderich had no idea how to handle it. He could never be so upfront and honest about his emotions, but he had to say something. He couldn't just stare at her for eternity, although if he had to pick something to stare at it would probably be her.

"Yes." Roderich began in a hushed tone, but before he even finished the word a pair of soft warm lips cut him off as Elizabeta pressed into him. They had kissed the night before, but that had felt different. That had been messy and sexual, all tongues and teeth. This was pure and gentle, caring and warm. Roderich felt like he was melting. Elizabeta could feel it too. She could feel his layers of coldness and reserve dissolving into nothingness and leaving behind a kind timid man with a heart pure of gold. Elizabeta had never been able to resist shiny things.