Thank you for all of your amazing reviews! Here is the long awaited sequel to chapter 17, Zipper! I rather like this one, so I hope you guys do too ;)

Summary Dimitri swears she does all of these things to torture him.

POV Dimitri

21

My heart beats wildly and my mouth goes dry. "W-what?"

From her spot poking her head around the door, Rose lets out a little huff before giving me an impatient look. "I don't have any spare clothes Dimitri."

I gulp loudly and run my hands through my hair in agitation. "I see."

Rose lets out a loose breath slowly. "I need you to go get me some clothes."

My breath hitches and I stare over at the seventeen year old. "Can't you just… Wear my duster?"

I feel the blush seeping over my face. That was what Rose did to me. She made me lose control of not only my actions, but of my words. I heave in a shuddering breath. The thought of a naked Rose wrapped up in only my duster sent shivers done my spine.

Glancing over at Rose, I notice her step out of the changing room and her bare shoulders and long naked legs are clear to me, even as a voice in the back of my mind whispers that she is in fact wearing a tiny towel to cover her essentials. With a heavy look, I refrain from standing up. If I did, who knows what new levels Roza and I would go to.

Rose shifts slightly, not in the least bit awkward standing in front of me in only a towel, and wraps a piece of her wet hair around her finger. Water dripped down her neck and slid down ever so slowly until it disappeared down the valley of her breasts. I watch its movement, enraptured.

Glancing back up at her face, I notice the blush and heady look on Rose's face. Maybe she was more affected than I thought. "I can't wear just your duster Dimitri. It's snowing out there and it's the only protection against the cold you have, as well as the fact people are going to be suspicious if I walk around in just your duster."

I sigh deeply before standing up. "Is there anything," I gulp, "Particular you would like?"

Rose shrugs lightly, seemingly unaware that the action loosens the hold her towel has on her curvaceous body. "A bra would be nice."

I lick my lips slowly before nodding. "I'll be right back."

Marching out of the gym, I can't help but walk extra silent and cautiously on my way over to Rose's dorm. Thankfully when I reach there no one questions my appearance and I stealthily slip inside her room.

What I find isn't a complete surprise. It's relatively clean besides the mess of papers and books on her desk and I avert my gaze when I notice a lacy bra and panties set hanging on the corner of her full length mirror.

Gulping heavily I slowly walk over to her Chester draws. I go from the bottom draw first and at the wrinkled mess crammed in there, I barely resist the urge to neatly fold each article of clothing. Taking in a deep breath, I pull out a pair of yoga pants and the tight black tank top that showed a little bit of Rose's midriff and always rode up whenever we sparred.

I almost force myself to put it back, my perverted thoughts making my chivalrous side cringe yet pant in need. In compensation I grab one of Rose's jackets. I can't help noticing that my hands shake as I rise from my crouch in front of the lowest draw. My eyes fixate themselves on the top draw, the one that almost all girls are notorious for using as their underwear draw.

I slide the draw open and swallow heavily when I notice the lacy bras and underwear. Some were sports bras and my hand twitches for those but something in the back of my mind stops me and instead I shuffle through the undergarments until I come across the blackest, laciest and to be frank, sexiest bra that Rose owned. I'm quick to find the matching panties, not actually knowing if she'd need those but not really caring anyway.

I let out a deep shuddering breath and fall back to sit on Rose's bed, just staring down at the clothing in my hands. My traitorous mind conjured what she would look like in the bra and panties set and I feel the blood rushing down to my lower regions. I stand up abruptly and run a shaking hand through my hair. I was a pig.

Before I know it I'm entering the gym, where I find Rose sitting down against the wall in the spot I'd occupied previously. Her knees her drawn to her chest and I hungrily eye where the hem of the towel exposed her thighs. "Roza." I whisper huskily. The noise echoes through the gym and she glances up at me, licking her lips at the possessive stare I had pinned her down with.

She stands up, scrambling to keep her towel cinched around her magnificent body. We take slow, tantalising steps towards each other, like we're in a dance, and we only stop when I can feel Rose's breasts brush against my chest at each erratic inhale and exhale.

I can't help but slide my hand into her wet locks. "Here." I all but whisper, handing her the clothes she needed.

I gulp before letting out a loud exhale and stepping away from her as soon as she took the clothes out of my hands. Gripping my head with both hands I let out a small, sarcastic chuckle. "Look at what you do to me Roza." I groan in frustration.

Rose stares at me, holding the clothes to her chest like a lifeline. She all but skips towards me before giving me a slow, sweet kiss that she pulled away from as soon as I crushed her body to mine. Spinning out of my grasp, Rose sashayed over to the locker room and sent me a sultry look, letting the towel drop a second before she entered the other room. It gave me a split second to see her naked back side, an image that would be ingrained in my memory for a long time.

"Oh and Dimitri?" Rose called out.

"Yes?" I groan.

"I love the bra and panties. You chose my favourite pair."

I swear in Russian before storming into the male's locker room, Rose's laughter echoing in my ears as I roughly turn on the cold shower knob. She would be the death of me, I groan, feeling the freezing water pellet against my suddenly over sensitive skin.