One night Stand?

A/N: Rated M! AH. Dimitri and Rose meet in a club. 'Nuff said. My first try at writing something smutty. So here goes - lemony goodness! R&R please!

(*sorry, this was too long to post as one chapter*)

DPOV

I can't believe I let my idiot cousin drag me to a club. He said I need to get laid. That's his answer for everything in life. Pussy.

Got fired. Pussy.

Got a cold. Pussy.

His aunt died. Pussy.

Car broke down. Pussy.

Pussy. Pussy. Pussy.

I on the other hand believe sex rarely solved anything. And I certainly wasn't the love 'em and leave 'em type.

He wasn't all bad though. Deep down he was a good guy. Deep, deep down. I believe once he finds someone he'll stop sleeping with everything with 2 legs and a skirt. Or at least I hope. In any case, he is the only one who was able to drag me out of the house.

So here I was sitting alone next to the bar at the far end of the club. I should have known Adrian would ditch as soon as we walked in the door.

The place was packed with sweaty bodies grinding against each other. Everyone at the bar had a drink in hand. I was drinking Russian vodka, watching the dance floor, ignoring anyone who tried to talk to me. Don't even get me started on the god awful music. I'd say I'm getting to old for this shit, but I'm only 25.

I was contemplating my escape when she walked in. She was absolutely beautiful. A goddess among mere mortals. Easily the most beautiful woman I had ever laid my eyes on. She had long almost black hair, which was down her back in waves. I have a thing for long hair. She wore a blood-red dress which ended mid thy that showed off all her curves, but wasn't at all slutty. On her feet were a pair of black fuck-me heels. (Yes, I know what those are. I have 3 sisters, I found out against my will what fuck-me heels are. No man should know his baby sister owns "fuck-me" heels. I shivered at the memory).

She maneuvered her way through the crowd gracefully, sat at the other end of the bar and ordered a drink.

I'd been watching her for an hour now. Guys were hitting on her left and right. Who could blame them? She mostly disregarded them. But she did agree to dance with 4 of them. She only danced for one song with each but the way she moved… My body hadn't reacted like that in years. Every sway of her hips my cock twitched. And every time the boy she was dancing with touched her the caveman in me wanted to break his arms. Yes, they were boys, not one of them was a man. The things I would do to this woman. I wanted to hear her scream my name.

Snap out of it! What the hell is wrong with me? I don't think like that! That is so not like me. I knew nothing about this girl. And as out of character as it was for me I couldn't help but picture her under me, sweaty and screaming. Let's face it if she's not screaming I'm not doing something right.

As I was chastising myself for my boyish fantasies Adrian reappeared.

"You have great taste" He smirked when he caught me ogling, "but trust me, you don't stand a chance with her, no way are you scoring with her tonight".

"Not that I'm looking to 'score', but why would you say that?" I never took my eyes off her.

"I know the type. Hot, confident, not letting anyone buy her drinks. In the 2 minutes I've been sitting here she shot down three guys. She's going home solo tonight."

"Maybe she's waiting for a real man to approach her, not the little boys here tonight." Knowing what Adrian would do, I immediately regretted saying that.

"Alright, come on, I'll introduce you. But don't say I didn't warn you".

"Wait, you know her?", I asked incredulously.

Adrian shrugged, "Never met her before, but I'll be you're wing man". Leading the way, he noticed me lag behind. "Look, you obviously think she's hot".

I nodded. "I think she's a goddess who should be worshiped". I said it low and wasn't sure he heard me.

"Then at least try to talk to her". When I hesitated he just kept on reasoning, "You're a good looking guy. I'm man enough to admit that looks-wise you're probably my only real competition in this place. And I'm usually the hottest guy anywhere I am". Arrogant much? "You've been ignoring every girl that hit on you since we've been here, and I know that you don't want to get laid, so when she shoots you down, no harm done. Maybe you're a really lucky bastard and she give you her digits."

"Fine. Whatever. Lead the way".

RPOV

I walked into a club my friend recommended. Vladi's. It opened up 10 months ago and has been the hottest place around ever since. I haven't been in a club like this in a year. I really didn't feel like spending the evening in, so I decided to check the place out. Alone. All my friends were apparently too busy to have fun. Well fuck that.

This place was fully packed. I sat at the bar and ordered a Russian vodka. I drank a little, danced a little, mostly I enjoyed the atmosphere. Or that's what I told myself. After the year I had I needed some carefree fun but I really wasn't enjoying myself all that much. No one here was worth my time. I guess I'll just have to go home alone and spend the night with Peter. As in Rabbit.

I was almost ready to leave when two really hot guys walked up to me. The first was tall and slender. He had the greenest eyes I'd every seen. Greener than Lissa's. His hair was styled as if he just got out of bed. He wore dark skinny jeans and a white button up. The guy he was dragging behind him was even hotter. He was taller and much more built. I could see the muscles ripple under his tight black v-neck shirt when he moved. He had shoulder length brown hair pulled back in a pony tail with just a few strands that escaped, framing his face. His dark jeans were loose fitting and hung dangerously low on his hip bone. But what struck me the most about him were his bottomless brown eyes. I fought the urge to bite my lip as they approached me. This night just got interesting.

"Hey. I'm Adrian. Haaaaave you met Dimitri?" The guy with the green eyes, Adrain said. So I guess the hotter one is Dimitri.

"You know that line hasn't worked since the first season of How I Met Your Mother, right?" I said, purposely not giving them my name. "You're going to have to do better than that". I took another sip of my vodka.

Dimitri was standing just slightly behind Adrian.

"Wow, a woman who can resist my charms."

"What charms? You used an old line from tv series from a decade ago. Let's go for something a little more original, shall we?"

"Original? How about honesty? See my shy Russian cousin here really really needs to get laid. Desperately".

"Do I look like an easy lay?" Not the worst thing a guy has said to me. I didn't slap him yet just because of how uncomfortable Dimitri looked. He wouldn't even look at me.

"On the contrary. You, my dear, are the exact opposite of an easy lay. But like I said I'm trying for the truth. Bare with me". He finished his drink and set the glass on the bar behind me. "See, two weeks ago my cousin here got home early and walked in on his girlfriend of 7 years in bed with not one, but two men. With her cat watching, no less. That's why I'm a firm believer that Dimitri needs to get laid. So being the good cousin I am, I dragged his sorry ass here and am acting as his wingman." He smiled wildly, looking all proud of himself.

I eyed Dimitri up and down. This man was a god. "Excuse me for saying but your cousin doesn't seem like the type who needs a wingman". Dimitri, who had been quite this entire exchange, finally looked up at me for a brief moment.

"That's where you're wrong", Adrian continues. "He does't like clubs or one night stands. I'm afraid he's a bit of a hopeless romantic. He'd probably rather meet a nice girl in a book store." Now Adrian was really irritating me by laughing at his shy yet extremely sexy cousin, who was standing there pinching the bridge of his nose. I was going to have to put him out of his misery. Soon.

"Ok, so you think he needs to get laid, yet are convinced that I'm unattainable. So why, oh why, are you talking to me?"

Adrian smirked. "You are certainly not any easy lay, but like I said Dimitri's not looking to get laid. He's had a lot of offers of a sure thing tonight which he completely ignored." Dimitri looked at Adrian surprised. "He has however been staring at you since the moment you got here. What was it that you said about her, D?" Adrian feigned being pensive while Dimitri stared at him pleading with his eyes for him to just shut up or at the very least not embarrass him. "Oh, right. This is a direct quote. 'She's a goddess that should be worshipped'." Adrian smirked again. As he was telling me this I couldn't keep my eyes of the sexy Russian. I wondered if this was a new way these two picked up woman, then discarded the thought. Guys who look like this didn't need new tactics to get laid…

"Does your shy cousin speak English? or do you do all his talking for him?"

"My English is just fine."

"At last, he speaks!" I exclaimed and Dimitri gave me a little smile. Just that small smile was enough to light up his already gorgeous face. And his accent was dreamy. Dreamy? What the hell is wrong with me?

I looked back and forth between Adrian and Dimitri. "Good bye, Adrian" was all I said. Adrian turned to leave but so did the Russian god. I caught Dimitri by the hand and immediately felt a warm all over. Did he feel that shock too? It took me a moment to compose myself. "Not so fast, big boy. You're staying. Say good night Adrian".

Dimitri shrugged and said "Good night Adrian." And Adrian finally left us alone. Calling this guy sex on legs would not be an exaggeration. His shyness only added to it. He was just… yummy.

I ordered us 2 shots of Russian vodka which Dimitri downed easily. Then I dragged him to the dance floor.

The entire time he claimed he didn't dance. That stopped as soon as I placed his hands on my hips and started swaying. I pulled out his hair tie and ran my hands through his hair. It was so soft and silky. We swayed and danced slowly even though it didn't fit the music at all.

I pulled him closer till there was no space left between us. He wrapped his arms around me waist and played with the ends of my hair. We never broke eye contact once. I can't even begin to understand why this felt so right. I felt safe with him.

"What's your name?"

I giggle realizing I never told him. "Rose."

DPOV

"Rose." I repeated. "Mmhh… Roza." She looked at me puzzled. "It's your name in Russian."

"I like it." She smiled. Her eyes twinkled when she smiled. I couldn't believe she was dancing with me. I was still 6 inches taller than her even in her insane heels. I loved the feel of her in my arms. It was like there was no one else around us, just me and her.

"So is what Adrian said true?"

"You can't tell me I'm the only one who ever called you a goddess". I said with a cheeky smile.

She laughed. "You are, actually. And thanks. But that's not what I meant. Did you really catch your girlfriend in bed with 2 guys?". I nodded and she continued. "That sucks. You do need to get laid".

This time I laughed. "Thanks you. I needed that laugh."

"So, you seem to be taking all this really well," Rose said casually.

I know. "Right? I should be devastated but I'm not. I think the relationship was over a long time ago. We were more friends than lovers for a really long time. Hell, we haven't even been intimate in 4 months."

"Whaaaat?! Oh my GOD! That's crazy!" She looked at me incredulously. "How do you not have sex for 4 months?!"

"It's not that long a time!"

"It is when you have a girlfriend who you live with! Holy shit! Adrian was right, you do need to get laid desperately!" We both laughed at that. She went on. "How did you not leave immediately with the first girl who hit on you?!"

"I'm not an one night stand kind of guy", I smirked then added cheekily, "I'm an all night long kind of guy."

She mock-gasped. "What happened to Mr. Shy?"

I leaned in close and whispered in her ear "You gave him Russian vodka." To prove my point that I wasn't all that shy, I gently nibbled on her earlobe. She shivered. I wanted to do so much more to her but we were still on a crowded dance floor.

After a few moments she said "Come on, Let's go sit down. My feet are killing me. Six inch heels were not made to be danced in!"

We walked back to the bar, fingers intertwined.

There was only one stool available at the bar. Being the gentleman I am I insisted she take it, but she wasn't having any of that. She just said nonchalantly that she'd sit in my lap. I got the distinct feeling she was taunting me on purpose. So I sat down with her on one of my knees, her legs crossed and in between mine. I held her to me with my arm around her waist while she secured an arm around me neck. She ordered us 2 more shots but said these were the last alcoholic drinks we'd be having tonight.

"You know about my ex. How about you?"

"You're asking if I have any horrible ex's that I didn't have sex with for months?" She grinned cheekily and continued. "Is this your subtle way of asking when the last time I had sex was?"

"Only if you want to tell me", I answered. She smiled, not answering my question.

Just as the seat next to us opened up, Adrian who miraculously turned up again, plopped down. Not that I minded having Rose in my lap, quite the opposite. I was a bit nervous that if she kept fidgeting the way she was she'd soon become very uncomfortable, in more ways than one. Adrian insisted we have a shot together, on him.

I looked at Rose and said "You're call, Roza. You're the one who said no more shots."

"Okay, Comrade, but this is the last one, and it's only 'cuz Adrian already bought them."

We downed our shots. Adrian was practically plastered. Rose was getting a buzz.

"So," Adrian slurred, "Why haven't I ever seen you here before?"

"I was out of the country for the past year".

Adrian abruptly said "Let's go outside, I need a break from all these flashy lights," he waved his hand around.

"That sounds good", Roza said, "I could use some air".

I of course knew that as soon as we were outside Adrian would light up. Adrian and I got our coats from the coat check and we headed out.

"You know, smoking's bad for you." Rose said to Adrian, but it was a hopeless cause.

After Adrian lit his cigarette he turned to Rose and asked "Where were you this past year?"

She took a deep breath. It looked like it was something she didn't really want to talk about. Her eyes met mine.

"I took a year off after graduation to travel. It was my dad's treat. It was also his idea". She looked uncomfortable. "See, I didn't meet my dad till I was almost eighteen. He tried to overcompensate with lavish gifts and a year long trip around the world. I argued that my affection couldn't be bought and that if he really wanted that he'd actually have to spend time with me. He said his work is dangerous and that's why he can't spend as much time as he'd like with me." She paused and rubbed her arms unconsciously. I took off my coat and wrapped it around her. I left my hand around her shoulders, under the pretense of keeping her warm. I really just wanted her back in my arms. She saw through the ruse easily but smiled brightly at me and snuggled closer.

"So anyway," she continued, "I decided if he didn't have time for me he'd have money for me. I'm not one to splurge on myself so I traveled the word and gave away his money to different charities." She could barely contain her laughter. "I tried to screw over my dad by giving his money to the needy and helpless". She said between giggle, as her laughter subsided. "Joke was on me, turns out I didn't give away nearly as much money as I should have. But at least I was able to help a lot of people".

This beauty by my side was visiting the poorest places in the world and probably with the highest crime rate, alone. I shuddered at the thought of what could have happened to her.

"You did all this by yourself, no one was with you? Isn't that dangerous?" I asked her. By this time Adrian had finished his cigarette and went back in the club.

"Well after a few weeks I noticed these two guys that were in every location I had been. I figured they were following me, so I called them on it. Turns out they were bodyguards my dad sent to keep an eye on me. So after that, I was kind enough to save them the trouble of tailing me and we traveled together. They were really nice guys actually, we became good friends." She had this look in her eyes as if she was reminiscing.

"So they're not following you around anymore? They're not here tonight are they?"

She chuckled. "No, definitely not. I told my dad that at home I don't need babysitters".

"I rather like the idea of you being safe", I said quietly.

"That's sweet."

When she turned to look at me I couldn't help but stare at her lips. I wanted to kiss her more than anything I've ever wanted for myself. I noticed she was leaning towards me. I cupped her cheek with my palm, then ran my hand to the back of her neck, to her silky hair. I pulled her to me and bent down. Her lips were soft and she tasted like what I would imagine ambrosia tasting second my lips touched hers I knew I was a goner. I would do anything for this girl.

RPOV

I have never been kissed like that. Or more accurately I have never responded to a kiss that way. When his lips touched mine, I pulled him impossibly close to me. Our bodies were complete press against each other. Thank goodness for my heels otherwise he'd have to bend so much lower to kiss me. He held me tight around my waist with one arm. His other hand fisted my hair when I press my chest against his. When he moaned I slipped my tongue in his mouth eliciting another moan. He lifted me up and pressed me against the wall behind us as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I forgot to breathe and pulled back for air. His lips never left me though, they traveled down my jaw to my neck all the way to my collar bone. He grabbed my thigh, slowly trailing his hand up till he grabbed my ass. I'd never been so turned on in my life. When I thought I couldn't be any more turned on he ground his hips into mine, pressing his erection to my core. Oh my god! He was massive! This man was going to make me cum right here in the alley. So much for Peter. I was definitely going home with my Russian God. Who am I kidding? Let's face facts. I knew the second I saw him that I'd be going home with him. I ran my hands down the sides of his torso and down his abs. He was packed with hard muscles and I wanted to just rip his shirt off and lick him up and down.

The wolf whistles from the guys passing by pulled us out of our little bubble and reminded us that we were in fact in an alley behind a night club. He set me down slowly and made sure I was steady on my feet before taking a step back.

He must have noticed the disappointment on my face. "I'm sorry Roza", he took a pointed look at his crotch. "I'm gonna need a minute" he took a deep breath.

I took the time to think about the kiss. This kiss was perfect. It made me go weak in the knees. The memory of his lips on mine made me hungry for more. I didn't want tonight to end. I wasn't ready to give him up yet. I brushed my lips with my fingertips, they were still burning from the kiss. That wasn't the only thing that was burning. I bit my lip.

"I'm going to need more than a minute if you keep doing that" his voice was husky, while brushing my lips with his thumb as his palm cupped my cheek. I moaned at the touch and kissed his thumb. "And that". I giggled.

"Your cousin was wrong," I pulled him down to whisper in his ear, "I am an easy lay, I'm just a very picky easy lay".

He raised a questioning eyebrow at me. I've always wanted to do that. Was there anything he did that didn't look sexy as hell?

"Come on" I tugged his hand. "My car's parked around back".