Chapter Eleven

Rose's POV(1 month later

I wake up slow and happy. I turn in Dimitri's arms and see that he's already awake. He smooths my wild hair back from my forehead. He kisses me softly. Dimitri and I have our own house for when we are off duty. We work the same hours as much as possible so we can spend our time off together.

"Morning my beautiful fiancee," Dimitri wispers. I smile and snuggle closer. He laughs. Were getting married in two months. It's a double wedding with Lissa and Christain. Were also going on our honeymooons together, obviously seperate rooms though. The wedding is at Court and then the honeymoons are in Paris, courtesy of Liss.

"Morning," I say," What time is it?" Dimitri and I both start work at noon. Lissa is using it as a chance to find our wedding dresses. Joy.

"It's nine," he says, pulling me as close as possible. I smile.

"What should we do then?" I ask, leaning up on one elbow and giving him a man-eater smile. He shivers and I smirk.

"How about breakfast," he says, breaking the trance.

"I would love donuts but I guess anything will do. Wait, lets go for donuts and then spend time together before we have to work," I plead. What can I say? I love donuts. He rolls his eyes but silently nods.

I get up and slide away from Dimitri's grabby hands, smirking. I get dressed in a strapless, purple dress that falls to my knees, black leggings, and silver ankle boots. The dress is pretty with silver vine designs on it and it fits perfectly, showing my curves. I brush my hair, electing to leave it down. I head down stairs, where Dimitri's waiting, already dressed.

"Are you ready..." Dimtri says, turning. He trails off when he sees me. I give him a man-eater smile, eanjoying his attention," You look beautiful."

"Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself, Comrade," I say. And it's true. He's wearing a a pair of jeans, a tight, black t-shirt, and his ever-present duster. His hair is back in a ponytail at the nape of his neck though, as usual, strands hang loose. We leave. Yay! Donuts!

(Time skip)

As were walking to the donut shop, I hold hands with Dimtri. Boys watch me as I pass, the girls watch Dimitri. Were used to this by now. I feel a hand touch my ass.

"I know my ass is fine, but look don't touch," I snap, quoting this awesome book series I read once. Lissa made me read it and I kind of got addicted.

After we finish up our morning out, we meet Lissa and Christain at their house. Christain rolls his eyes at me while Dimitri kisses my forehead.

"What are our plans for today?" Christain asks, throwing his arm around Lissa. I roll my eyes.

"They don't involve you," I say, smirking at his shocked expression," Lissa and I are going dress shopping which means your not allowed to come."

"Yeah. Your not allowed to see our wedding dresses," Lissa says. She gets up, evades Christain easily, grabs my hand and drags me out the door. Oh joy.