RPOV
"Well, my love?" Dimitri offered me his hand, with his mask completely down. "Shall we, finally, get our lunch date?"
"Yes!" I giggled as I took his hand in mine. "Oh, you are still clueless Dimitri." I sighed as I snuggled into his side. "So much for waiting a month." I snuggled in further and his hold fell from my shoulders to my waist, and tightened. "Don't you dare ever think of letting go, Dimitri Belikov. Ever." I glared at my man playfully as he opened the cafeteria door.
"I don't intend to, Roza Mazur. And I don't ever intend to ever intend to let you go."
"Good. God, I love you." I sighed dreamily as we joined the lunch line.
"I love you too, my dearest, most precious, Roza."

Mase'sPOV
Surely my eyes had tricked me. Surely, I wasn't seeing Rose wrapped in Belikov. "Ed." I slapped my friend in the chest.
"Ouch! Yeah, Mase?"
"Look at the lunch line. Please tell me Rose isn't wrapped in Belikov's arms."
"No." Phew! "Because Belikov is as wrapped in Rose as Rose is in Belikov."
"Can I faint? 'Cause I never saw that one coming."

I truly hadn't. Rose and Belikov? Weird. Didn't even begin to cover it. Rose Hathaway with her ex-mentor? My brain just didn't couldn't compute it. It just seemed so far fetched. And it was a line I never saw either of them crossing.

The two Guardians were currently standing in the lunch line, just looking at each other with gooey expressions. It was sickening to watch the two most lethal Guardians of our time be all lovesick. Never mind the fact she'd just graduated yesterday afternoon slash last night. But her father was the freaking mobster called 'Abe Mazur' and her mother was the renowned 'Guardian Janine Hathaway'. First Belikov is in a hidden relationship with his student. Now she's his superior, and they're all public.

The last thing this worl- Scratch that thought. Rose Hathaway (Mazur) and Dimitri Belikov had clearly decided to let the world know what they were truly like in action. He'd just tipped her chin up and brought his lips down on hers. The rest of us clearly didn't exist. Because the girl deepened the kiss by tugging on his hair and bringing their bodies closer together. Not that space between them had existed in the first place.

I didn't think Belikov would ever be so public. But he'd just lifted Rose up onto his waist, his hands now holding her firmly to him, via her butt. Rose was the one renowned for being all over the guys. But Belikov was no guy. He was a man, a seasoned Guardian. And he was hers. She clearly made him forget the world and turned him back into a horny, teenage, male.

They finally remembered a world existed and grabbed their lunch. I expected them to head towards our table... But... They didn't. They claimed their own table, and sat side-by-side- totally oblivious to the world. Yet again.

"Unbelievable!" I commented.
"Yeah. Never saw him being so affectionate. Let alone in public, and with Rose."
"How'd she manage that? She landed a man. Grabbed herself a grown man. Selected a seasoned Guardian. How?"
"She could get anyone she wants. The question is... How'd he charm her? How'd he make her melt, and make her his?"
"I guess you're right."
"There's one thing I have to wonder..."
"Yeah, Ed?"
"Does Belikov see Rose as a girl? Or... Does he see her as a woman- his woman?"

Eddie'sPOV
I really did have to wonder if Belikov saw Rose as an adult, a mature young woman. His mature young woman. She was over eighteen, which meant she was, technically, a woman. She certainly looked like a woman. And now acted like a responsible one, too.

They spent all lunch together- completely ignoring the rest of the world. The two were sickly-sweet, teasing and playful. And so lovesick. It was hurl-worthy. Of all the guys Rose could possibly end up with... Belikov? Really? Her just-barely-ex mentor, and Guarding partner?

When lunch ended, Belikov took Rose's hand in his and walked her out of the cafeteria. To god-knows where. Possibly the gym. Possibly his room. Possibly hers. Or somewhere else. Yuk! I didn't like that thought. No one needs those kinds of images of them in action.