"Happy birthday milaya," Dimitri whispered, rolling over and pulling Rose firmly towards him, possessively running his hands across her naked body.

"Morning Comrade," Rose smiled, keeping her eyes closed. "What time is it?"

"7.30," Dimitri replied, starting to kiss Rose's hair, the side of her face and the spot behind her ear that drove her crazy. "Did you want to go down to breakfast now, or would you rather find something to do until 8 and go down after most of the students are in class?"

"Hmm – that would depend on what you have in mind for that half an hour," Rose laughed, opening her eyes to give Dimitri a sexy look.

"Whatever you want, it's your birthday…"

"Then I want you to make love to me," Rose said, pulling Dimitri on top of her and moaning as he nipped at her neck.

"I'd love to," he whispered into her ear, leaning his weight on one elbow and dedicating his lips to kissing her. "I'm going to take my time – it's a very special day, and I want us to really savor this."

True to his word, Dimitri took it slow, rolling Rose on to her stomach and giving her a sensual massage. Starting with her feet and calves, he moved his way up to the back of her thighs, her bottom, lower back, spine and up to her shoulders and neck. As Dimitri's calloused hands rubbed Rose's soft, smooth skin, he talked to her. As he was rubbing her feet, he told her all about the week he'd watched her and Lissa before their recovery in Portland.

"I remember thinking how spirited you were. How beautiful. You usually wore your hair up, but one day at the bookshop you left it out. I think I might have started to love you then," Dimitri laughed. "I can distinctly remember a moment when I wondered what it would feel like to run my fingers through your hair," he admitted guiltily.

"And did it live up to expectations?" Rose teased.

"Better. Everything I've imagined, the reality has always been so much better."

Moving on to rub her calves he continued. He told her about his thoughts in Kirova's office when he brought them back in, why he agreed to mentor her, and their first training sessions together.

"It took me a little while to get used to talking to someone again. After losing Ivan, I stopped pretty much all conversation that wasn't work related. But one day, one of the many days you were late to morning practice, I realized I was hoping you'd show up. I enjoyed your company, and found myself looking forward to it."

Running his hands up to the back of her thighs Dimitri was using his thumbs to work on her tight muscles there. "Of course, even knowing I enjoyed your company didn't prepare me for the first time I thought about you that way. We were in the gym sparring, and I pinned you. You were on your back, and I was on top of you, and all I could think about is how much I wanted to lean down and kiss you."

"But you didn't."

"No milaya, I didn't. But God I wanted to!"

Moving up to her butt, Dimitri's hands continued their incredible work.

"So can you remember the first time you imagined being with me?" Rose asked him curiously. His hands were kneading her butt, but occasionally slipping closer to her inner thighs and slit.

"Uh huh," he confirmed. "I'd done a night shift and then a morning training session with you. I was dead on my feet – too tired to even change into pajamas, so I stripped off and climbed naked into my bed. I dreamed you were in bed with me. That you were on your back and I was inside you. It was so realistic I could almost feel you running your hands over me. I woke up rock hard and desperate for you."

"Did you take care of things?" Rose asked him cheekily.

"No! I stood under a freezing cold shower and mentally recalled the fortnight's Guardian rosters until the situation went away. For the next week, I could barely look at you," Dimitri chuckled.

"Always the perfect gent," Rose teased.

"Well I'm not sure about that," he said wryly. "Of course nothing could've prepared me for the night of the Equinox Dance," Dimitri continued, moving his hands up to her lower back. His massive hands splayed across her skin, massaging either side of her spine. Rose looked so small and feminine beneath him. Enticing.

"You were so beautiful that night. That dress and the way you wore your hair. You were so sexy - I was already thinking about you when you knocked on my door. As it is, I thought about that night for months after - imagining you lying naked on my bed… Oh God milaya – even remembering it now excites me!"

Rose laughed. "I thought about it a lot, too. Mostly thinking I wished you'd taken a bit more off…"

Laughing, Dimitri moved to place a knee between her legs, changing position to give him better access to her back.

"Training was so much harder after that," he continued. "Yet I'd never looked forward to it so much. The weather was getting colder, so you'd be wearing more to work out, but I kept wishing you'd wear less…"

"Did you like checking me out?" Rose asked, moving down the bed slightly to push herself up against his knee. She gave a satisfied little gasp as she started rocking her hips slightly, pushing her core against him with each motion.

"When I wasn't beating myself up with guilt I loved it," he murmured. "But I think the worst was on the flight to Moscow. Finally having you all to myself and God - the way you were kissing me. Of all my battles in self-control that was the most difficult."

"Really?" Rose asked breathlessly, increasing the speed with which she was rubbing her crotch against his leg.

"Uh huh. It's because I knew for sure that you wanted me as much as I wanted you. There was no one to stop us and I'd finally given in. I knew that sometime, and sometime very soon, we were finally going to be together."

"What stopped you?"

"Knowing it would be your first time. I didn't want it to be in some anonymous hotel in a city you didn't know. We'd waited so long, I wanted to make it special," Dimitri said moving his hands up to Rose's shoulders.

"And it was," she assured him. "It was perfect. Hmmm – that feels so good…" she murmured as Dimitri's hands found every bit of tension in her shoulders and slowly kneaded it away.

"I can make you feel better," he promised, grabbing a couple of pillows. "Lift your hips." She obeyed, and he placed them underneath her – raising her bottom up. "Like back down milaya. I've not finished your massage yet."

Continuing to caress her shoulders, Dimitri moved to kneel between her legs – causing them to open to him a little more. Raised by the pillows as she was, she could feel the air on her sensitive slit where it was exposed to him. Using one hand to rub up and down her spine, he used the other to lightly touch her there, finding her tight nub and carefully rubbing it through its hood.

"Yes, Dimitri!" Rose hissed. She was already so excited and ready for him.

"What do you want milaya?" he teased. "You'll have to be more specific…"

"You know what I want!" she whined.

"I'm not sure I do," Dimitri taunted, rubbing her lips but keeping his fingers away from her opening no matter how much she tried to wriggle closer. "Tell me, Roza. Tell me what you want me to do?"

"I want you to make love to me!"

"Of course," he soothed his voice thick with desire. Positioning himself, Dimitri slid inside Rose. He loved hearing her little moans as he filled her - inch after delicious inch. He really enjoyed this position. Not only was it deep, but thanks to the pillows angling her hips, his every thrust rubbed against her g-spot. He also liked the way he could reach between her legs to pet her, the way he could nip at the back of her neck, and if she turned her head to the side even kiss her.

Dimitri lay on top of Rose, resting a lot of his weight on her. Oh God did it feel good. She loved the feeling of being pleasurably pinned beneath him. He had most of the power in this position, in fact with his full weight upon her, she'd find it hard to move too much even if she'd wanted to, so instead Rose relaxed – letting him do what he wanted to bring her fulfillment.

He started with a slow, steady pace, his lips at her nape whispering loving words to her as he rocked himself into her. Moaning shamelessly Rose wanted more – it had been only minutes, and already she was about to cum. "Dimitri, please! Faster!" she gasped.

Nibbling behind her ear, in that particular spot only he knew, Dimitri increased the speed and force of his thrusts until she was all but screaming her approval. "That's it – just let go," he whispered into her ear, his breath thrilling her.

Her orgasm was fast and ferocious. None of the slow build she was used to – it came almost out of nowhere - abrupt and ephemeral yet surprisingly intense. Dimitri was grinning with delight feeling Rose completely lose control and yelling his name. No matter how many times she did that, it would never get old. Nothing made him feel more like a man than giving his woman amative pleasure – hearing her cries of satisfaction and knowing he was the one to make her feel so replete.

Lying on her stomach Rose was perfectly relaxed, shuddering in the aftershocks of her release. Dimitri slowed his pace again. Often he'd follow her release with his own, but that wasn't his plan today. He wanted her to peak and peak again.

"That's better, isn't it? You feel much more relaxed, don't you?"

Rose mewled her assent, not trusting her ability to string a sentence together. Closing her eyes, she lost herself in the feeling of Dimitri's hot skin against hers, the feel of his hard defined abs resting against her back, his hand as it grasped one of hers while the other snaked between the sheet and her chest to cup and fondle one of her breasts. While Dimitri filled her in the most primal of ways, he was talking - whispering carnal secrets to her. Confiding his long-held fantasies and desires for her, and confessing how much and how often he'd wanted to share his body and his love with her. "I'll never be able to get enough of you, milaya. You've ensnared me, Roza – and all I ever want is you."

"I love knowing that, Comrade. I'm yours forever," she promised, gasping as Dimitri adjusted his position slightly and started speeding up again. As inconceivable as it seemed, she could already feel her nerves drawing in, tensing and preparing for another release – one that promised to be violent and inexorable. Unlike her first climax, Rose could feel this building. Her muscles becoming more and more taut. Taking his hand from her breast, Dimitri trailed it down her side before slipping it between the pillow and her hip, allowing him to find and lightly stroke her clit.

"Are you going to cum for me milaya?" he moaned into her ear. She could feel his excitement and knew he, too, must be close. "Cum with me?" he pleaded.

"Always," Rose affirmed seconds before a meteoric climax shook her to her core. She could feel herself clamping on Dimitri's hot member as he fulfilled his part of their bargain, spilling the proof of his passion within her. Rolling off her, Dimitri pulled Rose from the pillows to lay across his chest. The two of them wordlessly embracing. Finally pulling herself from his hold, Rose lifted her head to look at the clock.

"What a way to start my birthday," she grinned. "Lucky we packed last night, or we'd be running late! Come on Comrade – it's 8.15, and I'm ready for my birthday breakfast. Now you've fucked me, I expect you to feed me," she teased.

"Of course, my love," Dimitri replied, giving his woman an indulgent look. "Put some clothes on and let's go. I'll bring our bags, and we'll leave straight from there. It's going to be a big day, Roza."