I made a mistake in chapter 9. The authors note said that the chapter was dedicated to everyone who alerted this story. It actually had the names of everyone who favourited this story. So this chapter is for everyone who's added this story to their alerts list and chapter nine has been edited to say favourites list! Sorry for the mistake!

Sorry for the late update! I thought I'd gotten over my cold, but it came back with a vengeance :'( so all my free time's been spent sleeping rather than writing. But finally, here's chapter 11!

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And thank you to XXXDimitrixRozaXXX for giving me a car name for chapter ten :) xx


Lyin here next to you, oh honey

Time just seems to fly, yeah

Needin you more and more, (more and more)

Lets give love a try (lets give love a try)

Sweeter and sweeter love grows

And heaven's there for those

Who fool the tricks of time

With hearts of love, we'll find...true love

In a special way

The Closer I get to you – Duet between Beyonce and Luther Vandross.

I woke Dimitri up to change cars; and then he fell asleep again. There were still lines across his face, but they were eased, and he looked less troubled than when we'd first escaped. I was still trying to figure out what it was that I'd said to make him grin like a Cheshire cat, but he looked so peaceful while he was asleep, I didn't have the heart too wake him.

He woke up on his own a few hours later but neither of us said anything. We didn't need to. Just like before this whole mess ever happened, we were comfortable to sit with each other silently. The companionship and closeness was back between us, and we didn't need words to fill the space. Instead, while I drove he linked his fingers with those on my free hand, rubbing small soothing circles into the back of it.

A sign for a motel popped up a few miles down the road, and I pulled the car over into the correct lane. I'd gotten so used to the silence, his voice made me jump slightly. "We need to make up a cover story."

That made me frown. I'd been so consumed with thoughts of simply getting out; I hadn't stopped to consider what would happen afterwards. "We just need a room for a night, and then we're going to find Lissa. We don't need a cover for that. We're not going to stay for long enough for anyone to become suspicious."

"But we still need a story we can fall back on. You know how nosey people can be. Celeste found you and Miss. Dragomir purely by chance back at the hotel. That could happen again; if we have a cover story it might throw them off long enough for us to get away."

"That's a good point. So what should it be?"

He thinks for a second, considering, before answering. "Something simple that we'll both remember and that gives us a reason for us both looking like this. The clerk will most likely ask why we look like we've been in a fight."

An idea sparks in my brain and I cannot stop the grin from covering my face. "That's exactly what we're going to say."

He doesn't catch onto my meaning, and just stares at me blankly.

"Our cover story! What better than to use the truth? If anyone asks; we're boyfriend and girlfriend. We've just been at a friend's house; it was supposed to be an overnight stay but one of the guys who lives on her floor tried to hit on me. You stopped him, things turned ugly, and we decided it would be better if we stayed at a hotel instead. Perfect."

He grins before kissing my knuckles lightly. "Just like you."

The clerk buys the story easily, issuing us a room without any fuss. The only problem is when we step inside.

He has given us keys for a room with a double bed rather than two singles. Which is fine in my opinion; but I'm a little unsure as to whether it's too early for us to be sharing a bed again. Plus, Dimitri needs space to lie on his front since his back's all torn up.

This time, the silence between us is tinged with discomfort. Neither of us quite knows how to approach the subject, and so we avoid each others gazes, instead placing the bags on top of the dresser and grabbing whatever is closest. I start to fiddle with the TV remote, trying to find a reasonable station to watch, while Dimitri glances out of the window.

"Roza."

"Hmmm?" I'm starting to get involved with some cop show, watching as they speed down the motorway trying to catch a robber. Simple and easy to get into.

"Roza."

I drag my eyes from the screen and turn to face him. "What's up?"

"Do you want me to go and ask for a different room? He might have one with two single beds, or a camp bed somewhere. Normally they have them, but this one doesn't."

I look at him properly, the fatigue still clear across his face despite the hors of sleep he had in the car. He's been through so much in the past few days; do I really need to sleep on a separate bed?

"No it's fine. We can share or whatever. One of us needs to keep watch anyway, so while you sleep, I'll sit at the table and make sure we aren't found." As I expected, he argues as soon as I suggest doing all the work.

"We'll take it in turns to keep watch. I'll go first since I slept in the car." Despite his words he yawns largely, looking embarrassed once he's finished. "Sorry."

"No problem. But that yawn just proves my point. You've been through a lot more than I have, so while you sleep I'll keep watch."

He frowns, but knows that there's no point in arguing with me. "Fine. But make sure you wake me up."

He turns and bends to get some clothes out of the duffle I was carrying; and in the bright light, I notice the darker and lighter patches on the shirt. "I need to clean your back before you shower."

He looks up at me surprised, but then nods and rifles through the bag before pulling out a medical kit. I follow him into the bathroom; and rather than making him struggle to lift his arms over his head, I use the switchblade to cut his shirt off. The blood has dried, and in some places the shirt is stuck to his skin; but after wetting it slightly, it comes away easily.

He leans forwards slightly, his forearms resting on his thighs so I have a clear view of his back to clean it. But the mere sight is enough to make me want to wretch and cry and punch someone. If I thought it looked bad when he was actually being beaten, now that it has stopped it is ten times worse.

Dried blood covers his back, congealed around the edges of each jagged gash; but it is no longer fresh and coloured a bright red. Instead, it has started to turn a dull brownish colour as it dried. His back itself looks sore, and I'm scared to touch him, even though I need to. Where he has moved around; in the car and carrying his bag up the stairs to the room, the cuts have started to bleed again slightly.

I must have made some sound because he sits up slightly and turns to face me.

Which makes me cry out even more.

The front of his body is just as bruised as his back. Dark purple blotches cover his chest, whereas some areas are bright red. Long scratches trail down the sides of his chest; like nails have been dragged down his skin. The bruises litter his skin, some of the fist shaped; while others are just misshapen splodges across his muscled chest.

His fingers gently tilt my face up so that my gaze meets his; and he holds it there so I cannot look away. "Rose. It's okay. Don't beat yourself up about it." He wipes at the corner of my eye, and I realise that tears are trailing down my cheeks. "It's not your fault. I didn't mean for this to upset you. If it's too much you don't have to do it."

I shake my head, the words clogging in my throat.

"I mean it Roza. You don't have to clean it." He wipes away more tears, but I step back slightly and grab at the medical kit.

"It's okay. I'll do it." My voice cracks and so I stop talking. He watches me for a second, before nodding and turning around again so I can see his back. Before I start to clean his cuts I empty out the medical kit onto the tabletop and tie my hair back out of my face. I then wash and dry my hands thoroughly before using some of the antibacterial hand wash that was in the bag as well. There's a small bag with latex gloves in, and I slip a pair of those on before turning back to face Dimitri.

I take my time, trying to be as gentle as possible. I take one of the flannels that the hotel has provided and pour a large dose of the disinfectant solution onto it; before working my way around each cut. I gently rub at the outside before working my way over the edges; trying to hurt him as little as possible. Once his back is cleaned, I find a pair of tweezers and sterilise them in the solution before using them to remove a few of the flakes of clotted blood that are inside of the cuts.

There's no syringe for me to use to clean the inside of the cuts, so I have to use one of the unopened water bottles instead. Dimitri leans back slightly so that the water can run into the bath rather than into the other cuts, and I use the spray from the nozzle to clean inside of each gash. Once the water runs out, I fill the bottle with the disinfectant and repeat the action, making sure that every cut is cleaned on the inside and outside; before rinsing the bottle and rinsing his back with fresh water.

His back hasn't started to bleed again, so I take that as a good sign. "I'm going to put one of these big sheet things that you've got in here over your back to keep it clean. You can shower and then I'll clean it again and bandage it up properly."

He nods and stands before turning to face me. "Thank you Roza."

While he's in the shower I grab some of my clothes and leave a note for Dimitri telling him where I am before picking the lock to the room next door. No one is in there, and so I take my time showering and cleaning my hair; making sure all the sweat, blood and dirt are removed before I shut off the water and step out. There's not much I can do with my hair, so I yank a comb through it, and leave it to air dry. Once I'm dried, creamed and dressed I walk down to the lobby to see if they have any room service available or a kitchen. The clerk is helpful; and eyes me up now that I'm clean, but a quick reminder of my boyfriend waiting upstairs stops him from going too far. There's no room service, but they have a breakfast bar; and the local take-away delivers to them throughout the night. He gives me one of their leaflets and I head back up to the room.

Once I get there, Dimitri is sitting on the bed, the medical kit set out and waiting. He glances up as the door opens, but he relaxes once he sees that it's me.

"Hey." I smile gently and raise the pamphlets into the air for him to see. "They deliver all night, and we get a discount because we're staying at the hotel." He chuckles slightly and I drop them onto the table before stepping over to him. "You washed your hair?" It's not meant to come out quite so rudely, but before I can backtrack he laughs.

"It was a pain getting the shampoo into it, but I did it in the end."

"I would have done it, to save your back. You shouldn't be moving too much; give it a chance to heal."

He takes my hands in his rubbing those gentle circles into my skin to relax me again. "You needed time to clean yourself too Roza. Space to think about everything that's happened today." He kisses both of my hands gently before releasing them and turning.

I sigh and drop the issue before smiling gently. The makeshift bandage comes off easily, and I rub over his back with the disinfectant solution once more to make sure that the shampoo and dirt from his body hasn't gotten into any of the cuts. Once I'm satisfied that it's all cleaned to the best possible standard, I dry his back off gently and grab the bandages.

There are several small ones, and one of those big square ones that can be cut to size. Rather than try to cut it to fit each gash, I simply check to see if it will cover his entire back. There's a small tube of antibiotic cream, and I do my best to spread it over the entire bandage before pressing the bandage to his back gently. Dimitri's cut some tape ready for me to use; and I take each piece, carefully pressing it to his back so that it holds the bandage firmly. "Is that tight enough?"

He stands and leans from side to side slowly; and then backwards and forwards. "Has it come loose?"

"No."

He turns and smiles at me. "Then it's fine. It doesn't tingle or hurt, so you did a good job. Thank you Roza."

I smile and place my hands on his shoulders, pushing down slightly. He looks confused but does as I want anyway. "I need to sort your chest out. There's some stuff in here that should help it heal up better." I search through the little pile for a few minutes before finding the tube I was looking for. "Lean back."

We're in the bedroom so he's able to lie back gingerly, propped up on his arms. I hop onto the bed lightly before leaning over his chest and spreading small amounts of the cream over each one of his bruises. As I start to rub it in the conversation between us flows and before I know it I'm done, and we're both laughing at something random.

"All finished." He meets my eyes, startled, before his gaze flicks down to my lips and back up to meet my eyes. I hadn't realised how close we'd gotten while I'd been sorting his chest. We're both leaning in, and the laughter dries up as our gazes lock.

"Thank you Roza." But neither of us moves away.

Instead, he shifts so that his weight is balanced on his left arm and his body is tilted towards mine. With his free hand, he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear before letting his fingers stroke my cheek gently.

"Dimitri." It's spoken, softly as a whisper, but it's all he needs to hear to lean in and press his lips to mine.

"Roza."

And that one word spoken like a prayer sets my body on fire. I groan and scoot up the bed to wrap my arms around his neck before his arms wrap around my waist pulling me even closer. His hands grip at my hips trying to pull me closer and without breaking the kiss I straddle him, trying to press my body against his as much as possible.

But it's not enough and his hands move to the bottom of my shirts, hesitating for a second before yanking it up and over my head. Since he doesn't have a shirt on, my hands trail down his chest; tracing gently over the defined muscles in his abdomen. The moan that breaks free from his mouth makes me smile and he pulls back to kiss down my neck while his hands trail up past my waist to hold me. I can't help the moan that escapes from the feel of his rough hands being so gentle with my body; and he shivers in return before lifting me slightly so he can pull my jogging bottoms down.

My hands trail their way back down his chest, feeling his muscles tighten as they make their descent, and as I reached waistband of his pyjama bottoms. We roll and I take advantage of the moment to pull his trousers down. I can only get them halfway down without breaking the kiss, so I give up and let my hands trail up the sides of his chest before fisting themselves into his hair.

He pulls back for a second to pull his trousers off and mine along with my knickers before his mouth is back on mine, fierce and hungry. But the kiss is not enough. Lust, and a slight touch of impatience are flowing through me. My body has missed him; missed his touch, his smell, his taste, and it wants it now.

As I wrap both of my legs around his waist another groan slips from between his teeth. "Roza." The lust is clear to hear in his voice too, and it turns me on even more if that's possible.

"Dimitri. Now." His lips are crushed to mine before I can finish speaking and he move so that he's in a better position. I can feel him trying to place his weight onto his forearms, but I yank him back down so his chest is pressed to mine. "No. Stay here."

"I'm too heavy. I don't want to hurt you." We're both panting, but I drag his mouth back to mine.

"I don't care, just stay here. I need… I need…"

My moan makes his crush his mouth back to mine and the intensity of our kissing picks up once more. I'm just about to moan his name again, when he enters me. This time it is not gentle, but hard and fast; need and instinct taking over our bodies. The pain draws us closer together, letting go of all the hurt and bad feeling that's been between us for the past six months. It sends thrills through my body as he slides into me; until he's was buried in me, fully, before pulling back out again and thrusting back in.

I wrap my legs round his waist even tighter as he pierces me again; my hips rocking against his; causing him to cry out. We're moving together, almost in a frenzy trying to fill our need for the other as quickly as possible while making it last.

His thrusts continue and I feel a slight sharp pain on my shoulder. Glancing down I can see that he's bitten me before kissing up and down my neck. My nails dig into his sides; as he pulls out and penetrates me again, harder than we've ever gone before. And still we don't stop, our breathing growing heavy and erratic as we press and grind against each other; the other's body being our reward.

Until suddenly, my body explodes and my nails scratch down Dimitri's back.

All I can do is lie there, in shock and contentment as my body calms down, and I realise that Dimitri has also stopped moving, his head buried in the crook of my neck. Weakly, my fingers trail though his hair as I try to get my breathing under control.

After a couple more minutes, his lips trail across my collar bone and up my neck to meet my lips. But instead of calming me down, it has the opposite effect. My back arches and I gasp, my body needing his again; and my lips kiss his more forcefully. But he doesn't push me away. Instead, he rolls so that I'm on top and sits up, pulling me securely to his chest before we repeat what we did before.


And there's chapter eleven! I'm sorry once again for it taking so long to post up. But I hope you liked it! Please let me know what you thought! xx