I know, I know. It's been practically two months since I last updated.
And I am so, so sorry. But I've had hardly any time to write anymore.
Well anyway, here is part two of Lissa's wedding. There is lots of Rose and Dimitri in this chapter.
And there is also a surprising ending. Oh and there will also be a part three, but I'm not sure if part three will also include a hangover scene between Rose and Dimitri yet...
Anyhooo, I shall not keep you in suspense any longer. Hope you enjoy and please please review and let me know you are still reading my poorly updated story.
:)
"Thanks Liss," I said with a small smile.
After the speeches, it was time to mingle. And since I wasn't particularly great at it, I just stuck by Dimitri's side. He rested me on his lap and fed me chocolate coated strawberries, deliberately smearing chocolate around my lips and then licking it off. I couldn't help but laugh.
"That wasn't very nice, comrade."
"No," he agreed. "But you sure do taste good."
I smirked and playfully stuck my tongue out at him. What he did next shocked me, before my tongue retreated behind my lips, he covered it with his mouth and prod it with his own. An involuntary groan escaped my throat.
We were suddenly interrupted by Lissa. "Sorry to interrupt, but if you keep sucking face like that then you will miss mine and Christian's first dance as a married couple."
I rolled my eyes, "yeah, like I wanna see you and sparky getting all intimate and stuff. I've seen enough to last me a life time." I tapped my head and Lissa pulled a face at me. "What are you? Five?"
She laughed, "Almost."
Christian hauled her away before I could respond. I just shrugged it off and decided it was time to feed Dimitri chocolate coated strawberries. Watching his tongue, lips and teeth working in unison were doing horrible things to my body. I quickly stopped feeding him when I started to become flustered. Dimitri immediately picked up on it and chuckled.
He decided to torture me some more. "Mmm," he moaned, "Yum."
"Oh, you are so in for it." I grumbled under my breath.
"I'm sorry, Roza. What was that?" Dimitri smiled.
"I said, those pants are a bit of a tight fit." I wiggled on his lap and he groaned. Dimitri's semi-hard erection pressed against my ass. I grinned in satisfaction, "My, my Dimitri. Is that a rock in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?"
Dimitri looked around at all the guests and then pulled me close so that his lips pressed against my ear. "Cock block, Rose. Cock block."
I laughed, "You better start reciting your timetable in Russian, comrade. Or we might have a serious problem. Don't want to lose control in front of all these people do you?" I feigned innocence and ran my fingers over his bulge.
He groaned, "Do that one more time and I'll have my way with you bent over the table."
My eyes widened at the suggestive comment. By the tone of his voice I could tell he was serious. "Getting frisky, are we?"
"Oh baby, you haven't even heard the start of it."
Before I could bite back with a response, it was announced that Christian and Lissa would have their first dance. I climbed off of Dimitri and pulled him through the crowd. Everyone had formed a circle around the newlyweds and 'Hallelujah' started to play on the piano. I smiled and Dimitri stood behind me, arms wrapped around my waist and chin resting on the top of my head. Lissa looked beautiful, like an angel sent from heaven. Her gorgeous wedding gown flowed over her pregnant belly and brushed against the soft white sand. The look of joy and happiness on her face were an excellent description of her feelings through the bond. Excitement and fear for the future mingled with her romantic thoughts about Christian. And to be honest, I had to admit that Christian looked pretty decent too. His expression mirrored Lissa's as he held her close and they swayed to the rhythm.
Halfway through the song, they started to whisper sweet nothings in each other's ears and smile. On a normal occasion, I would have gagged, but this is their wedding day and I didn't want to screw it up by being immature. I was so, so happy for them both. Never had I thought I would see the day when my best friend would get married to her one true love. I guess I always assumed that it would just be us two on the road together, but then we were dragged back to the Academy and amazingly found our soul mates. A goofy smile of pride crossed my face when I looked at Lissa. No longer would she be the dependant, self conscious, fragile Moroi I had known and loved. From this day forward she would live her own life, become independent and start her own family. And this made me so happy.
The only thought that saddened Lissa on her big day was the fact that her family couldn't be here to see it. She was worried that they may have been disappointed that she is marrying into the Ozera family and not carrying on the Dragomir line, but I knew that if they could see her radiant joy, they wouldn't have cared who she married. Eric and Rhea loved Lissa very much and I know that they would only ever want her to be happy, not politically correct. And her happiness is with Christian. God, I sound like a cheesy romance novel. I turned to face Dimitri and grabbed his hands.
"Let's dance," I grinned. He followed me like a lost puppy into the middle of the circle near Lissa and Christian. We all smiled at each other and then Dimitri wrapped his arms around my waist as the song changed. The two of us swayed from side to side like two kids at prom. Apparently neither of us was that great at dancing. He tugged me closer and I wound my arms around his warm neck. All I could see, smell and hear was Dimitri. The twinkling fairy lights and candles reflected off of his smooth skin and shone in his chocolate eyes. His aftershave surrounded me until I felt lightheaded and he spoke in Russian as I rested my head on his chest and gripped his jacket in my hands. I felt him nuzzle into my hair and we eventually stopped moving and just stood in a quiet embrace as other couples fluttered around us.
"I love you," he whispered so quietly that I wasn't even sure if he had said those words. Before I could respond, I was whisked away by Viktoria. The song had changed into a more upbeat one and she apparently wanted to dance with me.
"Stop hogging her," she said to Dimitri before pulling me away. I laughed when I saw Dimitri's annoyed expression. He was soon blocked from my view by other dancers and I pouted.
"Vika..." I whined and tried to walk off, but then Tasha came and grabbed my hand and started to dance beside Viktoria. I sighed and joined in, eventually loosening up and having just as much fun as everyone else. Lissa joined in and I was sure that the four of us looked like a very strange group. Waiters were walking between everyone, offering Champaign glasses. I gladly took one, grateful for the relief to my thirst. We danced for about five songs and then I went looking for Dimitri. He wasn't at the bridal table, so I weaved through guests and looked around. With a frown, I gave up and looked out at the ocean, only to see a tall figure standing by the water's edge. I smiled, knowing that muscular figure anywhere. On the way, I grabbed a bottle of red wine and held up my dress so I could run.
"Dimitri!" I called.
He turned to look at me and grinned.
"I was looking for you," I slowed when I reached him and he gave me a one armed hug.
"Sorry. But it's just so peaceful down here." The gorgeous brown eyes that I fell in love with glanced out at the dark water. The sun had set a little while ago and the only light came from the reception party, which meant the water looked as black as night.
"It is," I agreed with a small smile. Leave it to Dimitri to find something peaceful in everything he does.
"Come on," he murmured, clutching my hand and pulling me along the soft sand.
"Where are we going?" I asked, but he didn't answer. After a few silent moments I saw a dark cave-like structure carved into the surface of a rocky cliff. Dimitri sat on one of the large rocks and pulled me down onto his lap. He discarded his jacket, unbuttoned his vest and rolled up his sleeves. With a soft sigh, I snuggled up to him and revelled in his warmth.
That wonderful musky scent of aftershave filled my senses and made me inhale deeply. Sitting here in Dimitri's protective arms made me feel warm all over. Our earlier lusty moment had passed and now it was just pure, unconditional love. We were both enjoying each other's company, like lovers should.
"When we're done with all this," Dimitri started, waving his hand in the air. "After Christmas and New Years, I want to start planning our wedding. And other things."
I nodded and then back-tracked. "What kind of other things?"
He took a deep breath. "Rose... I know you're still a little upset and touchy when the subject of kids comes up. But I want... no, I need to know that you won't give up the thought of having a family."
Dimitri sounded worried and uncertain. I was shocked and hurt that he would think that I would give up on having a family with him. But then again, I hadn't exactly been fiancée of the year either. "Dimitri, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry that I lost our baby. And although I have gotten some emotional scars from such an experience, there is no way I would ever give up the opportunity to have a family with you." I looked up into his hopeful eyes. "I love you."
He bent down to give me a sweet kiss, absentmindedly reaching for the wine I still held. "Thank you, Roza. You don't know how much this means to me, and I think a little celebration of our own is in order."
My lover cracked open the wine and took a sip before passing it to me. I wasn't sure how long we sat there, passing back and forth the alcohol and staring out at the reflection of a full moon on the ocean, but it was apparently long enough for us to become more than a little tipsy. We were both giggling at stories of Christian's bachelor party. Apparently one of the strippers threw up on Adrian, and although I didn't like the idea of Dimitri around half naked dancing ladies, I would be a hypocrite by getting angry. Because I also had spent last night with some half naked strippers.
"So, I guess you had fun?" I concluded.
He smiled, eyes distant with amusement as he recalled last night's events, "Yes."
I straddled his lap, "And you enjoyed spending a night with the guys?"
"Yes," he replied, suddenly zoning in on my seductive movements. My lips mere inches from his. "But I did wish that you were there."
"Hmm, Rose Hathaway in the same room as a group of female strippers? I don't think so." I murmured seductively, Dimitri's lips brushing against mine as I spoke. "But male strippers? Perhaps..."
Dimitri cut me off with a kiss. Obviously he didn't want to hear about my escapades at Lissa's party all that much. However, he certainly enjoyed the attention I was giving him. My fingers teasingly played with the buttons on his dress shirt before I ran my hands up his chest and removed his black vest. His restless hands made their way up my dress and his fingertips caressed my panties. I moaned, just waiting for him to find that wonderful little area that throbbed in abandon. But the pleasurable touch of his hand never came, and instead retreated back down my thighs. With a groan of protest I moved against his erection. Our lust from earlier at desert had bought a one-way ticket to the sex cave.
My shaky hands fumbled with the belt that held up his pants and his soft lips trailed kisses down my neck. He brushed my hair aside with one hand. I wasn't sure where the other hand had disappeared to because I was so focused on the wonderful member that strained against his cotton boxers. Dimitri gasped when my fingertips slipped underneath the fabric and was now skin on skin contact. It was also at that moment when my lover found my sex.
It was months of pent-up sexual tension, but I knew Dimitri wouldn't make love to me unless he was wearing a condom, something we didn't have with us at the moment. And as he touched me and brought me closer to the edge a very reckless voice in my head screamed, oh screw the protection and fuck me! Without really considering my actions, I wiggled closer to him and started to move over his lap and try to take of my panties, but he stopped me.
Slowly, he recoiled from my neck, where he had been suckling and biting. "Roza," his voice was thick and husky with lust and I knew he was using all of his self-control to stop. "I'm not going to have sex with you on a beach, where any perverted creep could be watching."
I sighed, knowing he had a point, and pulled back. "Okay."
I didn't meet his eyes; for fear that if I did I wouldn't be able to stop from violating him. But he apparently had no qualms and tilted my chin up with his index finger. He had a small, amused smile and said, "you're blushing."
My eyes widened and I brought a hand to my heated cheek. "No way."
"You've been doing it a lot tonight." He chuckled.
How embarrassing. I cast my eyes away again and gasped when I saw a distant figure walking towards us. They were far enough away to not have seen what took place, but they were still close enough to see our silhouettes. All the blood drained from my face before heating up again. I don't think I've ever been so embarrassed in one night. Dimitri followed my gaze and stiffened, before quickly tucking his aching member back inside his pants and zipping them up.
When he finished with the belt buckle, he pulled my dress down from where it had ridden up my thighs and exposed my white panties. By now the person was close enough for me to make out that it was a woman, a very short woman with curly red hair... hair that could only belong to the one and only Janine Hathaway.
"Fuck," I swore.