Here's 11! Thank you for the support, it means a lot! So, this chapter has another M scene, so look out! There's some anguish in here as well. I know, I'm depressing. But let's be honest. Returning soldiers have stuff to deal with. Without further ado….

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the vampire academy characters, just the plot and Jordan Reese.

RPOV

They used to shout my name, but now they whisper it... I rolled my shoulders, bouncing on the palms of my feet. My trainer stood in front of me. Jordan Reese was an intimidating man, no doubt. Around Dimitri's height and build. But, instead of the brown eyes that warmed my heart, Jordan's were a steel gray. He was kind, but down to business. I liked that. I also liked that he wasn't afraid of kicking my ass. Which happened several times already today.

Dimitri had begun work again, much to my dissapointment. I tried to get him to be my bodyguard, but he declined. Saying "I'll be put in jail, Roza. If anyone so much as looked at you, I'd have his or her head." I laughed, but realized the truth in his words. What was Dimitri's stayed Dimitri's. He made sure of it.

I ducked a swing to my head, throwing my own punch to his gut. It hurt my hand more than his abdomen, I was sure. Before long, I lay staring at the ceiling.

"Damn it, Jordan." He chuckled quietly, offering a hand. "I swear you just like laughing at me." He shook his head.

"No, Rose. You just took a while off for tours and what not. Before long you'll be spanking me again." I laughed, about to retort. I was cut off by the russian accent I loved so much.

"Now, Roza. What did I tell you about spanking other men?" I swiveled with wide eyes. His smirk grew wider. I squealed and ran to him. He threw his arms out just in time to catch me. He and Jordan both laughed.

"Comrade, meet Jordan. He's my trainer. Jordan this is Comrade." I smiled hugely as the men shook hands.

"Dimitri Belikov." Leave it to him to correct me. Jordan laughed, arching his brows. Damn it. Why can't I do that?

"So Rose gave you a nickname as well? Poor Chris gets called firecrotch in public." Dimitri nodded.

"Comrade isn't that embarrassing in comparison." I huffed. Dimitri tightened his arm around me, pulling me closer.

"Whelp, I gotta run Jordan. See you Thursday." He nodded, turning back to his office. I beamed up at Dimitri.

"I got off early. It's pretty dull at the moment around the office. Plus, I'm working with Vika now that Liss is on leave." I nodded, imagining the two siblings in the car with one another. I felt him shudder as he lead me to his car.

"I still can't believe Ivan is with my little sister." I rolled my eyes. Dimitri looked at me incredulously.

"What?! I don't see the big deal. He's really sweet to her! Besides, who would know your sister better?" Dimitri frowned, shrugging his shoulders. His phone went off, causing me to sigh. The guilty look on his face made me laugh.

"Belikov." He listened for a second, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, yeah. Got it. I have to make a stop but then I'll be that way." His face fell, causing my annoyance to leave.

"It's fine. I promise I'll live. Besides, you got off early anyway." I smiled, trying to erase some of the stress that had already seeped into his features.

He dropped me off at home, pulling me into a deep kiss. I smiled against his lips. I gave him another peck.

"I pinky promise babe, I'll live." A small smile graced his mouth before he took a deep breath and slammed his stoic face on. I hated it, but understood why he masked himself from everything. I kissed his cheek before turning back to the studio.

Upon entering the ballroom, I recognized So What? by Far East Movement on the speakers. I took in the almost club like dancing taking place around me. I let out a laugh. Adrian motioned for me. I sighed, but couldn't help myself.

I laughed at the fact that I, in workout clothes, was dancing with my dance crew along with that of Club Moroi. I lost track of how long we messed around on the dance floor, but soon Sydney walked through the doorway, leaving me partnerless. I called it quits after that, returning to my room.

I peeled the clothes from my body, hooking my phone up to the speakers in my bathroom. Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon began playing. Naturally, as I stepped under the spray of water, I began dancing. I added a few lines of singing into my routine as well. I squealed as two strong hands wrapped around me from behind. He chuckled.

"You are the most beautiful dancer I've ever seen Roza." He dipped his head into the crook of my neck. I suppressed a moan as he left a kiss there. One hand snaked up, wrapping itself in his now shaggy hair. I turned in his grasp, pulling his head down to mine. He immediately opened his mouth for mine.

I pushed on his shoulders lightly. He complied, dropping to his knees. I smiled. He left kisses on my stomach, teasing. I tsked, tiping his chin up while lowering my lips to his again. I hummed, pulling him as close as I could.

I felt him turn the shower off as he stood. He wrapped a towel around me, skimming himself over with it. Finally satisfied, he scooped me up, causing me to squeal. He dropped me gracefully on the bed, prowling over me like a big cat. His movements were lazy almost, but I knew he was waiting to strike. I smiled as he completely covered my body with his.

I let out another squeal mixed with a moan as he trailed his tongue up my stomach, stopping between my breasts. His smirk was so big I thought it would split his face in two. Yeah, he knew he was good at this. He moved upwards, nibbling on my collarbone slightly, before coming to a halt at my jaw. He nipped and sucked to my lips. He grabbed my bottom lip in his, biting slightly. I could feel his hands roaming my body, eliciting more moans from me.

I grabbed his stiffened member, tugging slightly. A roar tore from his throat. He pushed me into the bed, officially dominating me. I moaned. I truly loved this perfect man. I lined him up with my entrance, feeling him practically panting on top of me. I smiled. Knowing that he was just as desperate as I was. He pushed forward slightly, before pulling out and slamming home. There was no hope of being quiet.

Several orgasms later on my part, I could feel him getting more desperate with every thrust. I pushed him on his back, slowing things down. Panting was an understatement describing the god below me. I kept a slow pace, speeding up slightly, before slowing back down. He was so close, I swore he whimpered. Through this process, I could feel myself getting closer as well. I finally decided to be nice, picking the pace up and keeping it that way.

"Oh fuck!" I swore fireworks exploded from my eye sockets as I clamped around his member. He made two more thrusts before groaning/moaning my name. All was quiet aside from our struggled breathing.

"Shit. Who needs to go to the gym when I have a sex god in my bed." I smiled lazily, imagining the ego enlargement that was happening in Dimitri's head as he processed my compliment. I sighed at the stickiness of the sweat that covered each of us. I needed another shower, but my limbs were jello.

Dimitri must have thought the same thing. He slowly pulled out from me, leaving an aching emptiness. He cradled my body to his, taking us both back to the shower. He started the water, waiting until it was perfect to haul both of us underneath the spray. He set me gently on my feet, making sure I could stand. I laughed, leaning against him.

He lathered soap on each of us, then my hair. I closed my eyes, reveling in the feel of him massaging my scalp. I swear I could fall asleep right here. He rinsed each of us, then lathered his hair, rinsing it quickly. He turned the faucet off, wrapping a towel around my frame. I rubbed myself down as he did the same.

Soon the lights were out and we collapsed into bed. Dimitri pulled me closer to him in a death hold. I laughed lightly, snuggling closer to my muscled body pillow. My legs entwined between his in an effort to be as close as possible to him. Dimitri nuzzled my hair, inhaling deeply.

"I love you Roza." I smiled sleepily, even though he couldn't see it.

"I love you more Comrade." I didn't hear his reply as I drifted to sleep.

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I woke to whimpering. I sat up, turning a bedside lamp on. Dimitri thrashed slightly, shaking his head back and forth. I felt tears well in my eyes.

"No, no." His sentences were mumbled in his sleep. "Rose. No! Roza!" The last cry shook me from my stillness. I shook him.

"Dimitri. Hey. I'm here. I'm okay. Dimitri." His eyes flashed open. They weren't the same as they had been before. They were cold, black, hard eyes that bore back into mine. Within seconds he was on top of me, one hand around my throat, the other pulled back. Tears threatened to spill as I reached up to touch his face. That was the move that caused the dam to break.

His eyes melted, turning chocolate again. They widened at the scene in front of him. He jumped from the bed harshly, turning from me. His hands went to his hair, pulling at what little he could get a hold of. I made my way to his hunched figure, staring through the darkened city. He flinched back from my touch.

He turned watery eyes my way, shaking his head. He backed to the wall, sitting down roughly. It was like the life seeped out of him. Like he had deflated, right in front of my eyes. He kept his eyes on the floor, not meeting mine. Several tears leaked from my eyes as he mumbled over and over "I'm sorry."

I finally placed my hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look at me. The grief I found staring back at me grounded me. I didn't know what all he had gone through this last tour. But it was more than anyone deserved.

"Dimitri Belikov. You have nothing to be sorry for." He shook his head, causing a tear of his own to slip down his face. "You didn't hurt me, Dimitri. You would never hurt me." An incredulous look passed his features.

"I didn't hurt you?!" Oh, man. He was angry. "I could have punched you in the face Rose! I could have hurt you. Seriously." The withdrawn, self loathing look that adorned his face sent my rage spiralling. How was this fair? That this man had to deal with shit like this?

"You think it would have been the first time Dimitri?! Do you honestly think I would be pissed at you if, after all of the shit you've been through, wigged out and bruised me? On an accident? Do you? Because I wouldn't give a damn. I would be heart broken. That this happened to you. Because guess what? I've been hit before. Not on an accident, Dimitri. I've been a punching bag before. And thought I deserved it. So if you freaked out and something happened, I would be more concerned about you. Because you're the one hurting, Dimitri. Not me." By the end of my rant I was puffing. Both from anger and anguish.

"It's not fair. Dimitri. That you, a man who laid his whole life on the line for others, deals with this. But you're not alone. Not now. Not ever. Got it?" I gazed into his eyes, bloodshot and watery, willing him to believe me. The next time I touched him, he fell into me. I wrapped my arms around him, doing the only thing I could think of to help. Be here.

I eventually moved use from the floor back to the bed. I sat against the headboard, legs on either side of his head, which lay in my lap. I ran my hands through his short locks, which seemed to have a calming effect.

When his breaths calmed, I felt my own tears well back up. They weren't from fear or pain. They were from heartbreak. To see Dimitri, a man who seemed invincible to most, break down like that. Words couldn't describe the anguish that had my heart in a choke hold. I just hoped I would be strong enough for him in the time he needed me most.

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