Rose POV
I waved to Alberta and co. as Dimitri carried me out the door. I expected him to set me on my feet once we were outside; try to regain some of our so-called 'professional' distance… but he just kept walking.
"Uh, Dimitri," I started.
"Yes, my Roza?"
"I can walk, y'know."
"I know that milaya." he kept walking, his arms tightening around me.
I couldn't help laughing. "Dimitri! Put me down!"
"Nope."
"Did you just say 'nope'?"
"Yep." His mouth twitched as he tried not to smile.
"You're going to have to put me down sometime."
"Not if I can help it, my Roza."
"Possessive much?" I asked with a grin.
"Always, my Roza. You. Are. Mine." he growled, leaning down to press his lips to mine.
"Dimitri," I gasped out, "food now. Kiss later."
He sent me a smoldering look, then laughed when my stomach rumbled louder than before. He started walking again, then leaned down and kissed my stomach. Then he tickled me.
And that's how we entered the cafeteria. The Badass Russian Battle God, with his Badass Goddess in his arms, screaming with laughter as he tickled her senseless. And I thought we'd never be able to top our earlier exit.
"Dimitri!" I wheezed out. "Put. Me. Down!"
"Of course, my Roza."
"Now go get us food." I ordered.
"Your wish is my command." He swept me a bow. I couldn't stop the giggles as I took the opportunity to whack him upside the head. He grinned at me - the full grin that transformed his face - and I forgot everything but my need for him.
I pulled him to me for a steamy kiss, then pushed him away again.
"Food. Now."
"But Roza…" he pouted.
"Now!" I mock scowled at him, and sent him away with a slap on his drool-worthy ass. He winked at me, and went to stand in line.
