Prompt: Leopard
Word Count: 570
POV: Rose

I was running late to meet Dimitri for one of our afternoon sessions. No real surprise there. I heard music coming from the gym and groaned. He had started without me.

"What is with the '80s stripper music?" I threw my bag down on the gym mat next to where Dimitri was beating away at a punching bag.

He cracked a small half-smile, never taking his eyes off of his target.

"You're late… again. And what would you know about '80s stripper music anyway?" he kept his punches coming in rhythm while the lead singer was going on about shaking bottles and pouring sugar.

"It's the Deaf Leopards, right?" I started moving around with exaggerated strip tease moves.

He was still ignoring my antics. "It's Def—" He didn't finish his thought, I heard him gulp.

I shook my hair out of its tie and looked at him over my shoulder, moving my hips in time with the music. He looked away, but not before I saw a pained expression cross his face.

This wasn't the worst of the music he'd tortured me with, but when I saw an opportunity, I wasn't one to pass it up.

Licking my lips one last time in his direction, I started stretching.

I felt the hem of my shirt rise, exposing the tan skin of my back at the same time the rhythm of his punches slowed. The punches quickened again when I dropped my arms back at my sides. I knew I had his attention, whether he wanted to acknowledge me or not.

I leaned down, bending in half from the waist, reaching down for my feet. I knew this put me in asuggestiveposition right in his line of vision.

The punches slowed to a standstill, "Roza, what are you doing?"

I feigned innocence, standing to my full height once more. I cast another glance over my shoulder, batting my eyelashes in the process, "Oh, I'm just warming up."

I saw his eyes close slowly before he let out a string of Russian curses under his breath.

"You need to stop," he sounded pained, but I was enjoying my game a little too much.

"Or what, you're going to punish me?"

He walked towards me abruptly. His arms surrounded me in a vice grip, pressing my back against the hard muscles of his chest.

I tilted my head away from him, exposing my neck in the process. He took the invitation, kissing and nipping his way down my neck in an instant. I reached one hand up, tangling it into the strands of his hair that had come loose. My other hand grabbed at one of his and slid it down to rest on the inside of my thigh.

"I should punish you right here," he growled low into my ear.

"Mmm please do."

His eyes flashed with desire, pupils quickly dilating.

Taking my hands in his he moved us forward as one, before pressing them flat against the wall that was now in front of me. He kicked my legs apart with one of his and pressed a hand between my shoulders. I bowed under his weight, pressing my hips further into his.

"Don't move," he ordered, voice thick with passion.

My breath hitched in anticipation. His arm pulled back, and just as his hand was about to make contact… my alarm went off, pulling me from my dreams.