Chapter 21:

RPOV

My trials were next week and the week after that graduation. I was nervous. I knew I was good. I was amazing actually. My teachers had said not to stress over the trials. But it was more than the trials it was also my academic classes. I still needed to pass those and although I wasn't stupid by any means I also wasn't very studious and I couldn't remember theory if my life depended on me. However, I had come up with a new strategy to improve my academic scores. Ivan had jokingly suggested it and I had run with it. I would imagine Dimitri telling me the things I needed to know while he was whispering it against my skin as he trailed kissed up and down my body. Although I couldn't do it for very long before I run the risk to become completely frustrated, it seemed to work. My grades were improving but my finals where up ahead and I could still mess up. Today I had the hardest test. Body guard theory. It was plain boring and I didn't agree with half the methods. If I had to go by the book in protecting Lissa I think she would have been dead ten times over. But today I had to swallow my instincts and write down what they wanted me to instead of what I thought was the best way of handling a situation.

After an hour of gruesome torture it was over. I had done all I could. I wondered if it would be enough. I know no one cared and I had even heard Guardian Vasilliev seep through that even if I didn't pass they would make me pass. Nobody cared about the academic scores of a guardian. It wasn't necessary. All they cared about was if I could fight and die instead of the Moroi. But I wanted to succeed. Not that I didn't appreciate a little help. I mean I did have to catch up on theory because I was a prisoner for two years. It wasn't my fault Victor didn't provide me with any books. But I wanted to get there on my own strength. It was that same drive that had me terrified in my bed each night as Adrian came and visited me.

The first night had been very quick. He had pulled me in. I was trying hard not to hyperventilate and when I succeeded in not breaking down and going insane we had called it a success and he had disconnected the dream. The next night we did the same but a little longer. We were now at a ten minute mark and I found I was able to relax a little in his company.

"Hey little Dhampir, ready for the next step?"

"what next step? I thought me not trembling and cowering and screaming was the plan. Well I am not trembling or cowering or screaming."

He smiled.

"yeah, you are not afraid anymore, but I wanted to show you dreamwalking can be beautiful too."

There was a goofy smile on his face and it reminded me of a child wanting to show a friend his favorite toy. I suppose Adrian was right. Robert used what could have been an amazing gift for something dark. Maybe Adrian could show me how it could have been.

"Think of any place, any place at all you want to be. Perhaps a nice beach with you in a skimpy bikini."

I saw he was actually changing what I was wearing and I stared down at myself in a skimpy red bikini. It looked amazing on me but that was sort of the problem. I saw Adrian practically salivating when he was looking me up and down. I glared at him and tried to cover myself up as best as I could with my hands.

He laughed but replaced my bikini with the clothes I had on earlier.

"So where to?"

I thought about where I wanted to go but instead of seeing a place I saw a person in my head. A sad smile was making its way across my face. Adrian seemed to notice my train of thought.

"He still thinks about you, you know."

I looked at him confused. Then realization hit me.

"You dreamwalked him."

He nodded. I became excited. He had seen Dimitri. He could communicate with Dimitri. Adrian was our way of finding him.

"How is he? Where is he? Is he really thinking about me?"

He put up his hands in surrender.

"Slow down little Dhampir, one question at a time. He seems well. Confused, because his memories contradict the compulsion. His mind is still steering him towards you and away from Tasha but his surface thought are filled with the compulsion that he loves Tasha and doesn't feel anything for you. It means he is attributing his thoughts of you and memories of you as an active imagination. But you are still there under the surface. I know once we have him away from Tasha you can break the compulsion."

I sat down on a bench Adrian had created and my hand went to my heart. I was relieved. I had feared that even after we got him back he would still think I was a blood whore. I was worried that Tasha's compulsion was permanent. I was worried that our love wasn't strong enough to begin with, we had only been together for a short while before Tasha took him. But Dimitri was thinking of me as much as I was thinking of him and it warmed my heart and steeled my determination. We would find him and he would be mine once again.

"Can't you undo the compulsion in the dream?"

"I thought about it, but I think Tasha would notice and just redo the compulsion."

"Isn't spirit compulsion stronger though?"

"Yes, but I don't know if it will work as an anti-compulsion tool. I don't know if you can compel someone not to get compelled?'

"But you can ask him where he is right?"

He nodded.

"He thinks I am a figment of his imagination so he pretty much talks freely with me. He is in Brazil at the moment but somewhere inaccessible. He will be moving soon and I hope he will have a more fixed location so I can inform Abe."

I was actually getting giddy. We were getting closer. So much closer. Maybe he would be here for graduation?

A thought occurred to me.

"Can you dreamwalk him now? With me here?"

If I could just see him. If I could just hold him, touch him.

"Maybe I can try and break the compulsion in a dream?"

You could see him contemplating this. He hadn't thought of all the possibilities of dreamwalking yet.

"I think I can pull him into the dream, but I wouldn't recommend breaking the compulsion while he is still around Tasha. Breaking a compulsion is a strain on the mind. I hope we only have to do it once."

"But Oksana said that when we break the compulsion, Tasha won't be able to compel him again."

"Compulsion is a tricky thing. Tasha is obviously powerful if she can do this kind of damage to a trained guardian so she can just try again with more force, something I would try and avoid at all costs. But even if she isn't able to compel him again for the same thing, she can compel him for another thing. Breaking compulsion makes him stronger to fight any other compulsions but not completely immune. For instance I think she has compelled him to love her and do anything for her because he keeps repeating those words like a robot. But when we break that compulsion she might be able to compel him to hate you and stay with her. We would have to keep breaking whatever thing she would come up with next until his brain is either mush or too strong to be compelled. The later would be good but I think the former is more likely."

I sighed deeply. I suppose we did have to take him away from Tasha first.

"But I can see him at least?"

Adrian smiled.

"Yeah. He dreams about you most nights anyway. He will just think this is another dream. Just don't make him think anything else okay? Just go with the flow."

I nodded, if not a bit reluctant.

I felt the dream shift and for about two seconds the surge of spirit I felt sent me into a panic. When the dream settled again I immediately calmed down. I hadn't seen him in months and seeing him now almost meant seeing him for the first time. I had almost forgotten how handsome he was and how strong he looked. He was looking around the dream and when his eyes landed on me my heart stopped. His eyes were filled with love and something else entirely. He didn't hesitate one moment and quickly closed the space between us. He pulled me towards him roughly and kissed me. I was shocked at first but soon gave in to his intensity and molted to his body.

I hadn't expected this. Is this what Dimitri was dreaming about when he was dreaming about me? I mentally giggled. Even if Tasha had compelled him, his subconscious obviously wanted me.

"oh God Roza, I was hoping I would dream of you tonight."

I pulled back a little, I had to be careful I had to make sure Dimitri still thought of me as a figment of his imagination. It meant I would have to do anything he might desire of me in this dream. The thought send a tingle right down to my sex and I could feel my own juices staining my panties. I was no stranger to dreamwalking and I knew like no other how real dreamwalking felt. But Adrian was right, it was time to use it for more pleasurable things than dying.

I kissed him again as I devoured his lips. His tongue was sliding over my lips and I met his on the line that separated us. I wasn't going to make it easy for him. If he wanted access he would have to earn it. I felt a low groan escape his throat and I assumed he agreed with my strategy. He was pushing me backwards where a wall had been formed. I didn't know if Adrian had given him the rains of the dream or if Adrian was doing this himself.

Oh God, Adrian. Was Adrian watching this? I reluctantly turned my head away from Dimitri and he just took that as in invitation to kiss my neck and collarbone. I looked around the space but all I saw was a room with a bed in it. Again who had created it? As Dimitri continued the onslaught on my skin I didn't know if I cared anymore. So Adrian was a perv who liked to watch. I wasn't going to give up the one chance I had in a long time to be with my man because he might be watching. I actually got a little turned on by that fact. The idea of someone watching us as he was pounding into me send shivers down my spine and let a moan escape my mouth.

Dimitri's attention was brought back to my mouth by the moan and this time he wasted no time and forced his tongue inside. I welcomed him. I had forgotten his taste. It tasted like hunger as if his need for me was a real physical thing I could taste in his mouth. That I could feel through his touch.

He placed my hands above my head and grinded his groin into my core. I whimpered from the friction. The sound only edging him on more. He released my arms and I fisted my hands into his hair and pulled slightly. The intensity of our kissing becoming more and more heated and desperate. His hands had found its way into my hair too and he was caressing his hands through them, feeling every little strand as it fell from his hands.

"God, your hair. I love your hair."

I smiled against his lips. He pulled back for a moment. He looked at me and I saw he was thoroughly confused. I know he thought this was a dream but it was as if the realization struck him he was dreaming of another girl than he was supposed to. He couldn't put the puzzle together he was supposed to be with me. But I saw resignation on his face as he lowered himself back to me again. He didn't care. He needed me and in a dream he could be with whoever he wanted.

From that moment all bets were off. His hands left my hair and he quickly unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. He was almost fumbling with it so fast he wanted to get rid of it. After he took care of his pants his hands were on mine in a second. He was pulling down the zipper and yanking my pants down, panties with it. There was no time or need for foreplay. He had been hard from the beginning and by my drenched panties I too didn't need any extra stimulation. I wondered if this was the fantasy of every male. Getting right to the point and not dealing with foreplay which was usually for the benefit of the woman. Dimitri had always been an attentive lover making sure my needs were met as well but I always thought he enjoyed it too. But perhaps I was naïve. Perhaps all he wanted was to get me naked and thrust into me the first moment he could. Today I didn't object.

He lifted me up and positioned me over his cock and in one fluid motion pulled me down. I wrapped my legs around his waist to steady myself and he used the wall to give him extra resistance. My back resting against the wall as he pounded into me. Over and over again. His face was next to mine and I heard his labored breathing next to my ear. The sensation was thrilling. He was hitting me in the right spot over and over again in quick succession and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders to bring him closer. I needed more, much more. It had been too long. But him being inside of me felt so good after all this time.

My own breathing was picking up as well. I let out small moans from time to time and this seemed to spur him on. I was whimpering and squirming under his touch. To my utter disappointment he put me down. But then he turned me around and placed me against the wall face towards it. He grabbed my hands and put them over my head as he used one hand to guide his cock back inside of me again. Once its job was done the hand returned to the side of its brother and kept me restrained against the wall. The angle was a bit awkward due to the difference in height but the moment I thought about it a bench appeared underneath my feet and lifted me up a few inches. I threw my head back against his shoulders at the new sensation. It was amazing. He was able to penetrate deep this way. I could feel his muscles flex against my back with every thrust. The way his breathing had picked up a bit and was filled with tiny groaned in each exhale told me he was close. I was too but needed a bit of extra help. He seemed to realize this and let one hand go and placed it between my thighs were he ran circles around my nerve bud. His other hand still holding my hands. His one hand was more than big enough to contain my two smaller hands. My own moans matched his as we both neared our peaks. It meant a lot to me that even if we did forgo foreplay even imaginary Rose meant enough to Dimitri that he still wanted her to come. The thought itself send me over the edge. I let out a sigh of satisfaction as I toppled over the edge of my orgasm. He let go of my hands and placed them on my hips and after two more thrusts he pulled me against him and kept me there as he emptied himself inside of me. I could feel his body jerk with his release and it felt like he kept coming. When he finally released some of the tension in his hands his whole body relaxed. One hand was against the wall steadying himself as he lingered over me. I relaxed against him and together we came down from our highs. He was slowly kissing the sweat from my shoulders and brushed the hair back from my neck as he kissed the spots where my marks were. Once his body permitted to let go of the support of the wall he caressed my body with both his hands. I turned around but when I was about to tell him I loved him and I would see him soon, he slowly vanished. He was waking up.

I was panicking wanting to keep him here, but he was already gone. The lost feeling almost worse than the first time. But I told myself I would be seeing him again soon. In real life. And we could do this all over again. The walls of the room dissipated and Adrian was standing in front of me. I tried covering my naked body up only to see I was already wearing clothes again.

I glared at him.

"Did you watch?"

He smiled.

"Nope. I can extend the space a little to give you some privacy but that didn't mean I didn't hear. Or saw flashes of aura. You know when I said go with the flow, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind. But I suppose now we know what the big Russian is thinking about in his dreams. He didn't even hesitate to take you."

I blushed but couldn't hide the smile on my face.

"You will keep trying to contact him to see where he is right?"

He nodded and let me get back to dreaming normal dreams. This had been just what I had needed to get through the last two weeks of school and I would make sure the next time I would see him I would be real and marked. So next time he takes me from behind like that he could kiss the promise mark on my neck.

DPOV

I woke up a bit startled. It was early morning and I had just had the most amazing dream. It had felt so real. Mostly when I dreamed of Rose like that, and I did dream of her like that a lot I would recall memories of when we had been together, but I suppose my mind wasn't satisfied with the disappointing sex I had had with her in reality so created a new scenario and what a scenario it had been. I looked down the covers and realized that my release in the dream had made its way into reality. And for the first time in months I wasn't sexually frustrated. After switching out my boxers I drifted off into a peaceful sleep and wondered why imaginary Rose had two molnija marks on her neck.