"You'll come with me?"
"Of course milaya. Besides unless you want Abe to come and collect you, you'll need me to drive," Dimitri chuckled.
"I do have a license you know, Comrade," Rose said sweetly.
"Not happening," Dimitri mumbled. "Besides I want to be there."
Abe had sounded beyond surprised to hear from Rose and was willing to make himself immediately available to meet – that evening if it suited her. Rose had explained she wanted a day to get her thoughts and questions in order, so they'd arranged to meet at a restaurant in the closest large town to St. Basil's for dinner the following evening.
"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me," he'd said after they'd made their plans. "After Sunday I hadn't expected you to call."
"After Sunday I had no plans to. But you're right. I do have things I want to know."
Saying goodbye, Rose played with her phone - checking out the picture of her molnija. "I'm glad they're done now," she said to Dimitri with a sigh, sending it on to Lissa, Eddie, Alberta, and her mother.
She was standing beside Dimitri when she heard footsteps approaching from behind them. Inna must have finished her reps. Dimitri chuckled as he could feel Rose tense beside him.
The pool night had ended up being a lot of fun. Dimitri introduced Rose to friends he'd trained with and other Guardians he knew, and was proud to see their envious glances when he held her against him or drew her to him for a kiss. Rose had looked amazing. The skinny jeans, tight button up shirt, waist-length leather jacket and heeled boots she wore had shown every gorgeous curve to advantage, and to his delight, she'd worn her hair down. Something about the way it lay cascading down her back in soft waves kept drawing his fingers to it. It was longer than she usually wore it, but he supposed she hadn't had a chance to get it cut in a while. He made a mental note to ask her not to, he loved curling the ends of it around his fingers.
They'd chatted easily. Dimitri was eager to hear about the gossip he'd missed since he was away and his friends were keen to hear about St. Vladimir's and what it was like working in America. After an hour, one of the Guardians cracked open the vodka, passing around shot glasses. Dimitri had a couple of shots, and then they started to play pool. Rose watched while Dimitri played in a pair against another two Guardians. He was actually not too bad, but the other team was better – so Dimitri and his partner had had to have another round of shots. Then Rose played in a pair with Dimitri against the victors.
"Don't worry if you don't get any down," he'd whispered to her, kissing her with lips that tasted of vodka, "I'll sink enough, so it's not embarrassing." But that hadn't been the way it worked out. Rose broke and sunk five in her first turn. On her second she finished the game.
"You never told me you can play pool," Dimitri complained, sitting Rose on his lap and playing with her hair.
"There's not a lot to do on the summer holidays at the Academy, Comrade. The Guardians taught Mason and me how to play from the time we were old enough to hold a cue. If you think I'm good, you should have seen him! Neither of us had any money, so we used to bet against the Royal Moroi students to make some cash. Never lost a game!" she laughed.
After that Rose partnered with a friend of Dimitri's while he sat and watched her, having more drinks with a couple of his friends. The first bottle long since finished, they'd opened a second. Chatting with the other Guardians, Dimitri was watching Rose as she strolled around the table taking her shots. He knew she was intentionally swinging her hips and pointing her backside towards him for his enjoyment. And he was enjoying it very much. In fact, his thoughts were growing more carnal by the minute.
Finishing her third game, Rose came back to sit on Dimitri's lap. He wrapped his arms around her, placing open-mouthed kisses on her neck.
"Хочу твои губы" he moaned into her ear, pulling her chin around and kissing her hard with an open mouth, fingers knotting into her hair and rocking his hips beneath her. The taste of vodka was overwhelming - her Russian God was more smashed than she'd realized.
"I think it might be time to get you back to our room," Rose giggled, climbing off his lap. "Come on, Comrade. It's getting late, and we need to train tomorrow morning."
"I don't want to train," Dimitri whinged petulantly. "I want to stay in bed. With you."
Dimitri's friends were laughing now. They were tipsy, but Dimitri was drunk.
"I blame you two for this," Rose laughed, looking at Dimitri's partners in crime. "Come and help me get him back to our room – I'll never be able to get him that far on my own."
Obediently they helped her coax Dimitri up from the sofa. He put one arm around each of his friends as Rose walked ahead of them. Dimitri was rambling loudly mostly in Russian but with a little English thrown in. Not a lot of it made sense.
"Do I want to know what he's saying?" Rose asked, almost too embarrassed to look at them.
"He's calling you a beautiful angel and saying that sleeping in a bed next to you is like sleeping on a cloud."
Rose smiled. Even drunk Dimitri was gorgeous. She'd never seen him inebriated before, but it's nice to know he was a sweet, playful drunk. Reaching their room she opened the door, pulling the bedclothes back on his side of the bed.
"Just put him here. I'll undress him."
"Ohh! Hear that? Time for you to go, guys. My Roza wants to undress me!" Dimitri said mischievously, giving them an over-exaggerated wink.
Dimitri's friends left, wishing Rose good luck with him and laughing about the hangover Dimitri was going to have in the morning.
"Come on, Romeo. Lie back while I get your boots off."
"Я хочу тебя!"
"You know I don't know what you're saying when you speak in Russian, Comrade," Rose complained.
"I know," he said thickly. "I said 'I want you.'"
Rose giggled. Dimitri looked so funny lying on their bed fully clothed and very intoxicated. "Well let's start by getting your clothes off."
She managed his boots and socks easily enough, but the pants were a little harder. She unzipped them and finally got him to lift his hips so she could pull them down. His boxers came with them, leaving him naked from the waist down.
"Come on Dimitri – sit up while I take your top off," Rose coaxed.
"Hmm, sexy Roza is taking my clothes off. I think she wants me, too," he said in a sing-song voice.
He sat up and let her lift his sweater off over his head, but as soon as she did, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down on to the bed, rolling them, so she was beside him.
"So so sexy Roza," Dimitri moaned, looking at her with desire. "Take your clothes off milaya. I want to make love with you all night."
"Hold that thought, Comrade. I'm going to have a quick shower and brush my teeth."
Rose covered Dimitri with the bedclothes before slipping off to the bathroom. When she emerged a few minutes later her Russian God was asleep, snoring softly. He looked so sweet and peaceful, although he stank like a brewery. She switched off the lights and climbed naked into bed beside him, smiling as he rolled towards her, his arm wrapping around her protectively even in his drunken stupor.
It was 3.00 am when Rose woke to soft kisses and nips on her neck. She moaned appreciatively, rolling over to bring her lips to Dimitri's. His mouth was minty, and Rose could smell the scent of soap on his skin, so he'd apparently been up and cleaned himself up a bit. She could still taste vodka when he exhaled, but not as bad as before.
"Milaya?" he said in a husky voice. "You were so beautiful tonight, and I've wanted you all day." He was kissing her neck again, slowly moving down her chest towards her breasts. He stopped to lick and nibble at her twin globes of perfection for a minute, teasing each tightened nub with his lips, tongue, and fingers, but then he continued his open-mouthed kisses - his destination more southerly.
He stopped at her navel, lapping at it sensually. It felt good, but not as good as his fingers as they traveled downwards towards her thighs. Finding their destination, he played with her inner thighs right near the apex. So close to where she wanted them. Then Dimitri climbed between her legs, moving his lips further and further down until it was clear he meant to kiss her there.
It was something she'd been curious about but not known how to raise with him. From the talk she'd heard from other girls, she knew some guys didn't enjoy going down on a woman. Never usually shy to tell Dimitri how she liked things, it was the one thing she hadn't known how to ask him for.
"God, Roza, you smell so hot. I can't wait to see how you taste," Dimitri said from beneath the blankets before running the tip of his tongue over the outside of her slit. Rose shuddered at the intense feeling of it, moving her legs further apart to open herself entirely to him. He groaned in appreciation, blowing softly on her sex before gently lowering his lips onto her, using his tongue to locate her tight pearl.
They both moaned with excitement, Dimitri grazing her nub lightly with his teeth before lapping at it with the tip of his tongue. Her hips bucked reflexively, so he moved a forearm across her hips holding her firmly in place. With her hips steadied he licked her again, teasing her with just the slightest flick of his tongue.
What he was doing to her was too hot to believe. Who would have thought such a tiny amount of contact could feel so good? Rose wanted to buck her hips, but Dimitri was holding her down. And something about that was sexy, too. The way he was taking his time with her, not letting her hurry him along.
Her breath was starting to hitch when he changed technique, suddenly using his whole mouth. His tongue found her entrance, and he licked gently, savoring her taste and her wetness. Her scent was so strong here, but he instantly recognized it as hers. Partially her sweat, but also something sweeter, it was a scent he could identify from their training sessions. Did that mean she'd been aroused then? That sometimes she'd been wet for him when they worked out? The thought alone made his cock twitch against his leg.
Pushing that thought to the back of his mind Dimitri mentally chastised himself. This was meant to be about her. He knew he wasn't sober yet – but he'd taken advantage of the Dutch courage to see if she'd let him do this. They'd been lovers for a few weeks, now, and not once had she suggested it - despite him giving her every opportunity. But he'd wanted it so much, and now he was here, head buried between Rose's thighs, he was thrilled to find she was enjoying it. Her gasps and the moisture seeping from her core told him that.
Rose was so wet – a combination of her own luscious juices and his saliva. It was such a turn on. Using his tongue, Dimitri entered her, pushing it in and out of her heat. Using his fingers, he spread Rose open as far as he could, giving his tongue deeper access.
"Dimitri!" she gasped with pleasure, moving one of her hands to rest on the back of his head, running her fingernails through his hair. He growled - the vibrations adding to her pleasure. He could feel her trying to rock underneath him – to push her hips towards his tongue with each thrust. Pulling his tongue away he replaced it with two fingers, returning his tongue to the nub at the top of Rose's slit. Pumping his digits in and out of her he marveled at the moisture on his fingers – how wet and willing Rose was for him.
He could feel her start to tighten around him, and knew she was getting ready to cum. While Dimitri loved the idea of Rose cumming while he licked her, he wanted to give her the option.
"I know you're close, baby. What do you want? Fingers or cock?"
"Your cock! I need you to take me so hard," Rose gasped frantically.
Dimitri took his mouth from between her legs, promising himself next time he'd lick her until she screamed. But right now his woman had other ideas, so pulling her legs back, knees in the crook of his arms, Dimitri climbed up Rose's body and sunk into her, seating himself fully within her before starting to pound into her at a frenetic pace. He was too excited to last long, but it didn't matter – Rose was cumming hard within two minutes of him being inside her - thrashing underneath him, gasping as her walls clenched hard around his shaft.
"Don't stop!" Rose wailed as wave after wave of excitement washed over her. Looking down at Rose was Dimitri's undoing – her gorgeous hair splayed across the pillow, her lips puffy from where she'd been biting at them, her eyes closed and her long eyelashes on her cheeks.
"Roza" he gasped, feeling himself release within her, his cum mingling with hers. Releasing her legs, she let them drop as Dimitri all but collapsed on top of her.
"Did you like that Roza?" he asked, still panting and his accent thick as it always was after they'd made love. "I've wanted to taste you for so long, but I wasn't sure if you wanted me to?"
"I loved it, Comrade. You can do that to me any time you want as many times as you want," Rose giggled, still coming down from her high.
"Ugh! What ungodly hour is this?" Dimitri moaned at 7.15 the next morning. He felt like hell. His head was throbbing, and even the idea of getting out of bed was physically abhorrent.
"Come on, Comrade. You need breakfast, and then you've got a full day of teaching before dinner with my father!"
"Roza? How much did you let me drink? I feel like my head is going to explode," Dimitri moaned.
Rose laughed, standing at the foot of the bed dressed and ready for class.
"Don't blame me – it was all your own doing. And I've already gone easy on you – we should have been up training two hours ago."
"I want to die," he groaned pulling himself up and getting dressed.
"Are you going to shave?" she asked him, looking at the sexy stubble on his face.
"Not today – I think I'm shaking too much to hold a razor," Dimitri confessed.
"Hmmm – I like," she purred, stroking the roughness on the side of his face before leaning up to kiss him. "Come on Comrade. Time for food."
The smell of the dining hall had been just too potent for Dimitri to endure, so Rose ended up putting a fried egg and some bacon in between two bits of toast and bringing it out to him along with some fruit, yogurt and several bottles of water and juice. Ambling slowly to the gym he ate, complaining the whole way about how shitty he felt.
"How do you feel? You didn't have anything to drink did you?"
"Not a drop. And I feel great actually. I had great fun playing pool and then a very relaxing evening in bed."
"Hmm," Dimitri growled softly – the first sound of pleasure he'd made since waking up. "That was good. Very good," he admitted. "Let's do that again and soon!"
