Author's Notes:
Richelle Mead owns Vampire Academy, though this storyline is all my own
There is some extremely mature sexual content ahead
If you are intending to hold off on any angsty stuff until the happy ending is published, don't read the last paragraph (it will be clearly marked)
In case you didn't notice, I went back and re-wrote chapter 23 a bit to fix some problems I didn't like with the way it turned out. If you hadn't originally read it before this chapter went up, feel free to take a look. You'll probably be glad you did.
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Rose POV:
No matter how angry I was with Lissa, it was hard to ignore Dimitri when I saw him. He had been so handsome in his dress shirt and pleated pants, his long hair tied back so flawlessly, that it almost took my breath away. I couldn't compare, looking like a drowned rat, completely sopping wet with no makeup, wearing my grimy and worn workout clothes, and flustered from my angry rants at our closed door.
When Dimitri let me in his house, I was freezing, but I tried to hide my shivers. I felt almost rude asking to shower the first time I was in his house, but I was just too cold and needed to get warm.
I shouldn't have second-guessed it because Dimitri was reliable and kind as ever, finding me a change of clothes and a towel, even offering to dry my wet clothes. He was so thoughtful and caring, not giving a second thought to himself. He even spent a few moments going through a very private-looking drawer of his sister's old underclothing that probably emotionally scarred him for life.
I gave half a thought that a guy wouldn't know how to care for my expensive French lace panties properly in the dryer, but they were just too wet to put back on and I didn't want to leave them sitting around where Dimitri's father would see them. Besides, it would do us both some good for me to tease him a little with them. Maybe I could move us a little closer to being naked together in the same room.
When I got in the bathroom, I rummaged around for a minute, smelling Dimitri's soap and after-shave and finding the right way to turn the knobs to get the temperature right. His soap was clean and manly and his after-shave had a wonderfully spicy smell to it, reminding me of the way his chest and neck had smelled when we had been kissing. The shower was hot and the pressure was good, so I lingered under the warm water, relishing in it, just glad to be warm again.
When I got out, I went to Dimitri's huge fleece sweatpants first. They felt so soft and I thought to myself how nice it would be to run my hands along the outside of them while he was wearing them. It might sound silly, and certainly could've been kind of gross if they weren't clean, but I smelled them, hoping that they would smell like him, too. To a certain extent, they did, but not like the soap had.
I pulled them on, and they immediately fell back down again, quickly pooling at my knees. I laughed to myself, saying, "Well, that's certainly one way to get my pants off," and then moved on to the t-shirt he'd given me.
The tag on the shirt said Medium, but it didn't look like a size medium. The thin white t-shirt was a Maroon 5 concert shirt with a tall, skinny 'M' stretched across the whole front of the shirt, and it barely went over my head. Considering how wet and dripping my hair and body were, the shirt was pretty transparent. Once I had it over my breasts, it seemed kind of pointless, considering it clung to my curves so well that it looked like I had no shirt on at all - and I still had nothing to cover my bottom half.
I definitely didn't mind him seeing me that way, but especially after Friday, I thought I'd rather it be by his choice for him to see me naked and not an unexpected surprise due to a wardrobe malfunction. I would keep throwing him hints, but wait until he was ready for us to have sex together.
I yanked it back off, covered with the towel, and padded out into the hallway to see if Dimitri could give me something else. I hadn't even thought about the fact that I was only wearing a towel until I saw his heated gaze on me. I could practically feel his eyes caressing my skin, and boy, did I enjoy it. At that moment, I thought maybe I should have come out in the skin-tight see-through t-shirt with no pants on, after all.
When Dimitri returned with his sweatshirt, he had pulled his hair loose from its tie, almost a subconscious act out of nervousness. I was only too overjoyed that the shirt was warm and as soft as those sweatpants. Since it had Cyrillic writing on it and he'd said that he had been out of Russia for years, I had guessed that it probably wasn't a shirt he wore too often. As soon as he turned around, I dropped the towel and plunged into the sweatshirt, but couldn't resist reminding him that the choice to look at me or look away was his alone. As I had suspected, the shirt came down to my knees and I had to bunch the sleeves up around my elbows.
He had wanted to be 'respectful', he said. He was always trying to be the gentleman. I appreciated the thought, but if he has already seen me naked from the waist down and had his hands on my most intimate parts, I'm not sure respect is really necessary, if that's the only thing that kept him from looking. After all, I wanted him to look.
When Dimitri told me his shirt looked good on me, I don't think he was even aware of how thick his accent was. It took me a moment to even comprehend what he was saying from how thick it was, and I saw him take a gigantic gulp. Suddenly, I felt my skin heat and thought I'd be warmer without the shirt. Again, I couldn't resist the little flirtation to try to get him to want me naked.
When Dimitri said that we shouldn't see each other again, at first I thought he was joking. But his face was so … broken. He was not joking. I couldn't begin to fathom what would make him think we should be apart like that.
Dimitri's selfless answer startled me. He was so worried that his presence in my life had brought me pain and separated me from my best friend that he didn't realize what else he had brought. He thought he was taking me away from the people I loved, but I knew that he had it all wrong.
Then it clicked that he didn't know how much he meant to me. I hadn't found the time to tell him, but if there was ever a time, it was now. I spent so much of my life fighting for the things I wanted and I wasn't about to stop fighting now. I wouldn't give him up without a fight. I love him with all of my heart and nothing could change that fact.
There was no one I wanted more than him. In the short time we'd known each other, it didn't entirely make sense, but there was no one I loved more than him. He was it for me, end of story.
As he moved closer to me, I told him, "I love you, Dimitri. You're all I ever want. I need you."
And then there was that kiss. We were so frenzied and passionate, like there just shouldn't be any space between us, anywhere. Gasping and panting, our lips devoured each other, tasting and savoring each inch of each others' mouths. My body molded to his as Dimitri's strong arms clutched me tighter to his body. I felt like if he let me go, I would either float away or melt into the floorboards, maybe both.
In that moment, all I wanted was to finally be one with him. Now, if ever, after I had told him how much I was in love with him, was the time. I began to tug on the buttons of his sexy dress shirt.
I couldn't understand why he would pull away, but he did, and put a finger to my mouth. "Roza," he said, "there's something I need to tell you. Now, before we go any further."
I knew it was just another ridiculous argument, because of his not knowing how I felt. Nothing could change the way I felt about him. There was no one for me but him, and I needed to tell him that. The time to wait was done.
Seconds later, we were kissing again, my mouth surrounding his surrounding mine. I couldn't get his dress shirt off of him fast enough. When my hand brushed against his hardness while untucking the hem, Dimitri let out an excited gasp and a groan. I couldn't believe how quickly he had gotten so worked up, although truthfully, I was pretty sure I was as excited as he was.
When I'd finished untucking it and opened the last button, he lifted me into his arms and carried me to his bed. Dimitri had, quite possibly, the nicest body I'd ever seen and I enjoyed just seeing his bare chest and all of the muscles live and in person again. The rest of our clothes - especially that sweatshirt I was wearing - came off quickly, with more kissing and touching following the whole way. In only that one car ride last night, Dimitri had perfected the art of touching a woman at least as well as I could touch myself - in a way that Jesse had never even tried - and had me nearly crying out for more.
Once Dimitri was fully undressed, I took almost too much pleasure in torturing his gorgeous body, watching him nearly come undone under my hands. I wanted him to feel the need to beg for release, to beg to be inside of me.
Now; it was time now. All I'd been waiting for and fantasizing about with this Russian god was about to happen. All I had to do was get one of those condoms I'd been saving up with his name on them from my purse ...
"Shit!" I said, sitting up. I hadn't even thought about the fact that I didn't have access to any of my condoms right now. I banged my head against my hands, cursing my luck with getting locked out by Lissa right now.
When Dimitri sat up beside me and then reached for his pants, I wasn't sure what he was doing but I almost thought it might be time to call it quits and get dressed again. It would've been just like the way the rest of the day was going to have to stop when we got this worked up. But then he pulled the condoms out of his pocket and I could have jumped for joy. I separated one of the condoms from the other two and tossed the others down on the nightstand. I couldn't rip the package open and roll it onto him fast enough. It was time to give Dimitri the best first time possible.
"Are you ready for this?" I asked him. I wanted to know more than just if his body was ready. I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that his body was, but I needed to know that his heart was.
As I looked in his deep brown eyes and he told me 'yes', I had all the answer I needed. I got Dimitri onto his back and positioned myself above him. I had only a moment's hesitation, and then Dimitri's mouth was circling my nipples. Aside from pleasuring my core, it was one of the most intense things he had done to my body, and in all of the times we'd been alone together before now, he'd never put his mouth on my breasts. He was driving me crazy and all I wanted - all I needed - was to finally become one with him. I needed to show him as much pleasure as he was showing me.
But I needed to be sure he was sure.
"Once this happens, there's no going back, Dimitri," I told him, ready with him positioned at my waiting entrance.
Again, his eyes met mine and I knew that there was no doubt - only love. I almost gasped at the amazing look in his eyes. In the time I'd known him, Dimitri had been so reserved, so good at hiding what he was feeling and speaking so few words. But this look … it conveyed so much. It was a look I'd never seen from anyone else. I saw longing, excitement, passion, tenderness, hope, desire, and just pure unadulterated love. I had never loved him more than that moment.
As I pushed his tip up into me, the look of love on Dimitri's face before we were joined was wonderful, but the look of pure bliss that replaced it was astonishing. I only saw it for a second because I couldn't believe how full I already felt, with only his tip there. The stretch was incredible. It wasn't painful, but it definitely took some getting used to. I took a deep breath, feeling myself stretch around him, then another and another. After Dildo Shaggins - which was much larger than Jesse ever was - I didn't think I'd have any trouble fitting Dimitri inside me, but now I was beginning to have doubts.
After a couple more deep breaths, I finally decided I should just go for it and put my full body weight into sitting down onto his impressively-sized erection. I thrust down in one smooth movement, letting him enter me fully.
Wow, this was snug! I'd never felt so full in my whole life. The stretch … there are no words for how much I was stretched. I was thankful for all of the yoga flexibility I'd gone through at the gym, because I needed to learn to stretch now in a whole new way.
And more than that, Dimitri's tip was right on my g-spot, and pushing hard against it. There wasn't exactly room for him to wiggle around in there, but he was already in exactly the right place. It felt intense, but so, so good.
Once I thought I could handle it, I gave an experimental little rock, tilting my hips just a little. When I moved backwards again and Dimitri's head brushed and then pushed against my g-spot, I couldn't help letting out a heady moan. I rocked again. And again.
This! This is what I've been missing up until now. It was almost like his body was made for mine.
I kept rocking, bringing me close to a quick and messy finish already, when Dimitri told me he wasn't going to be able to last long. If I ever thought that was going to be a problem, that idea was expelled the minute I rocked forward. I began tilting my hips a little on each rock, maximizing the amount that his head was positioned right where I wanted it. If I really pushed into him, it stretched me even more, but it felt so good!
I couldn't believe how good Dimitri was making my body feel. I couldn't believe how deep he was inside me. I couldn't believe how close we were to each other. But it was so much more than just our bodies. It was like we were connecting on a deeper, almost spiritual level. I couldn't believe how much I loved him.
My every thought was Dimitri. Dimitri, Dimitri, Dimitri.
His hands and mouth were so loving and sweet. Touching my breasts, kissing my neck, breasts, and lips. His body was so perfect. He was driving me to come faster than I ever had before. And all of this came in the perfect package of the kind, thoughtful, generous, strong, loving man that was beneath me, giving himself to me. And I was giving myself to him. There was never a more perfect moment.
As my hips sped up even faster, my body began hurtling over the cliff toward climax. I started to come, nearly uncontrollably, calling out his name. An instant later, I could actually feel the pressure of him coming inside me, despite the condom.
I looked into his wonderful brown eyes and I knew. This is it. Forever. This is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. I will never love anyone else like him.
Dimitri told me, "I love you. So much."
"And I love you, too, Dimitri." More than you'll ever know.
As we both came down from our peaks, loudly gasping deep breaths, I smiled at him and leaned in to gently kiss his lips. I pulled up off of his monstrous cock, still half-hard, and slid to the side, rotating so that I was still facing him and laying on my side on the bed next to him.
"No regrets?" I asked him, hopeful.
"None," he told me, "You?"
"That I didn't meet you sooner," I answered, surprising myself with the truth of that statement, "That you weren't my first." I giggled and added, "Though, admittedly, that probably would've been pretty painful for a first time for me."
"Mmm," he said, humming his agreement, "I should probably get rid of this now," he said, looking down at the condom. I nodded and he slid it off, tying off the end and wrapping it in a tissue, before dropping it in the trash basket.
"What happens now?" I asked him.
Dimitri replied, "Well, that depends."
"On what?"
"Whether we want to use the other two now." Dimitri's smile was as wide as a Cheshire cat as he flipped me over, he positioned himself above me on my back, and I giggled with glee.
Considering there was no viagra in his system today, I felt like his recovery time was pretty fast - as fast as a teenager - but I guess that is what happens when it's your first time and you're really in love. Plus, Dimitri is a few years younger than me.
Dimitri began kissing his way down my neck and chest, crawling backwards. When he got to my breasts, he stopped and took the time to thoroughly kiss and lick each of them, earning another set of purred moans from me. His mouth was so warm and soft, and what Dimitri could do with his mouth was nothing short of incredible. As he continued backing down and kissing along my ribs and then my stomach, his destination was more than clear and my excitement began to build, for a number of reasons.
"Umm … Dimitri?" I asked him, tapping on his shoulder. He looked up at me with a devilish grin as he ran his tongue along my belly button. "I think I know where you're heading right now. I hadn't outright told you so, but no one has ever performed oral on me." I knew it was something thousands of people did every day, but I was afraid. What if he wasn't any good? What if he hurt me with his teeth or sucked too hard? Worse yet, what if he didn't like it? What if I tasted funny?
"Well," said Dimitri, as he licked and kissed his way down to my inner thigh, "then I guess this makes me a first for something for you. It's something I've really wanted to do since I tasted you on my fingers in the restaurant. Just tell me if I do something wrong. Or right."
As soon as the last word was out of his mouth, Dimitri began gently licking at my very wet center. From this point forward, I could only moan and whimper. I couldn't form words as he explored and his tongue ventured very pleasantly into never-before-licked places.
I clutched at his hair as he worked his mouth tirelessly between my thighs, bringing me closer to my peak in this short amount of time than I could have been by my own hand alone. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Dimitri pulled away for a second. I breathed deeply.
"Am I on the right track?" he asked, looking at me with his face shamelessly sexy, wet with my juices. I could only laugh at that; how could he even think he was not on the right track? "Is this," his finger gently prodded my clit, earning another deep moan and a slight surprised jump from me, "the right place?"
"Ummph … Mmhmm … Yessss," I told him, so blissed out I was having trouble getting the assent out. When Dimitri leaned back in and began focusing his tongue solely on my clit, my moans turned to yells. He moved his tongue almost frantically, as if something tragic would happen if he were to slow down.
His finger began to slide gently inside me, pumping in and out, as he licked. When he curved his finger upward and began stroking my g-spot, I gave a wordless scream and came uncontrollably. Never had I experienced such an intense climax in my entire life. As I continued to come, Dimitri licked and sucked gently, letting me come back down to earth slowly.
Once I was through, he kissed his way back up the way he had come, stopping at my belly button and each of my breasts as he had before. Finally, when he was back at my face-level, he turned his head and began kissing my neck, running his rough hands gently over both of my nipples, then asked, whispering in my ear, "Did I do alright?"
Again, I could only laugh. "Really?" I asked him, "Do you really have to ask that?"
"I don't know. Screaming can mean a lot of things. Not all of them good." I looked at him and his eyes were making a puppy-dog face all, but I saw a glimmer of mischief underneath it all.
"Yes!" I told him, practically smacking at his gorgeous, muscular bare shoulder, "Yes, Dimitri! You rocked my world - twice! Is that what you wanted to hear?"
Dimitri pulled back and looked at me with a grin. "Yes. Are you ready for a third time?"
I smiled at him, as I spread my thighs to accommodate his body between them. "I could be. Someone's awfully cocky today," I told him, as he reached over to grab another condom.
"Well," he replied, sitting back slightly to put it on, "it must be something about the beautiful woman lying beneath me who is naked that I've been giving climaxes to repeatedly this afternoon."
Dimitri lined himself up at my entrance and slid smoothly inside. Ah, heaven.
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Dimitri POV:
As I slid backwards and pulled off the condom, I couldn't help but say it again. I knew I'd already said it several times today, but I just couldn't express it strongly enough. "I love you so much, Roza."
I leaned down, cupped her cheek with my hand and planted a kiss on the tip of her nose, then a light peck on her lips. "I love you, Roza. I will always love you, for the rest of my life."
Rose smiled at me and pulled me close, planting a sizzling deep kiss on my lips. "I love you too, Dimitri."
I pulled the blanket over both of us. I was tempted to see if she wanted to go for a third round, but I had the feeling that she already might be sore tomorrow from what happened this afternoon, and I was sure we'd both want more later on. I would have to make a mental note to buy some condoms of my own.
As I was beginning to wonder what should happen next, almost on cue, Rose's stomach growled. "I'm sorry," I told her, "I didn't even think about food. I don't have a lot to offer here. Randall's pretty low-maintenance when it comes to that sort of thing. You must be hungry, though."
Rose laughed. "Starving, actually. But all of my money's next door."
"I think I have enough to buy us lunch if you want to grab some fast food. I'll go get your clothes from the dryer." I handed her my phone, adding, "Did you want to try to call Lissa again while I get them?"
Rose smiled and said, "Sure."
By the time I got back with Rose's clothes, I could hear her talking with Lissa.
"No," she said into the phone, "It actually all worked out." Rose looked up and smiled at me.
A second or so later, she said, "Actually, something happened. I'll tell you about it later. Dimitri and I were just going to get a late lunch."
Rose laughed at a comment and said, "No, I won't tell him not to take me for tacos!"
A few more seconds lapsed. "Okay, that sounds like a great idea, Liss," she said, "My phone's on my nightstand and the keys are on the hook by the door. See you soon."
Rose hung up the phone and said to me, "Lissa is going to come over in a few minutes to bring my phone, wallet, and keys."
"In that case," I told her, handing over her clothes, "as much as I love having you naked, you had better get dressed. Unless you want Lissa to walk in on us again like last night."
I leaned back on the bed and watched her putting on her lacy panties with my hands behind my head. "That goes for both of us, I think," she told me, nodding, with a light laugh, to my re-emerging erection that was beginning to stand straight up, "But now that I will have my own money again, I'll gladly pay for lunch. As long as you drive."
I quickly grabbed a pair of shorts out of the drawer as I admired Rose getting dressed in front of me. When the last of her body was covered, I asked her, "Why was I not supposed to take you for tacos?"
"I like them a little different than some people. Lissa thinks it's strange and scares guys off."
"How different could it be?" I asked.
Rose looked like she wasn't entirely sure if she should tell me, but finally said, "I like to put ketchup on them."
I laughed. "If I can put mackerel on a pizza, you can put ketchup on a taco anytime you want. Could you hand me my wallet out of the pants beside you? Or if you want, you could just grab my license out of it."
Rose picked up the pants and pulled my wallet out of the pocket and began rifling through the various cards in little plastic pockets to find my license.
I swallowed, realizing that now that Rose and Lissa had made up, it was time to let her know the truth. "Rose, there's something I need to tell you," I said, but Rose wasn't looking at me or paying attention as she gave me a matter-of-fact 'Uhuh' and continued searching through my wallet.
"Rose, I might be a little bit y-"
Here it is, folks. Turn away now and skip down to the Author's Notes if you don't want to see the angsty part yet.
"Dimitri," Rose said, with a puzzled and angry look on her face, holding my wallet up, cards fanned out on top of it, "why does your St. Vladimir's school ID card say it's for this year?"
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Author's Notes:
Well, I concede to the vote. Other than beta-readers and Facebook, I'll be going radio silent for a little while. You won't see another chapter published on the sites until I've written the happy ending, so it might be up to a month.
Please be aware that I am planning for a loving, wonderful, sweet, happily-ever-after ending to this story. Things will get bad (maybe very, very bad), but unless something major happens to me (train wreck, exposure to a flesh-eating virus that kills on contact, my entire city is drowned in Lake Michigan, nuclear weapons destroy the U.S., the government takes away my internet access for the protection of the human race, you get the idea), I will not leave them that way.
For those of you that voted to skip the angst for now, please know that when I get there, you'll want to read the line at the bottom of this chapter, along with the chapters afterwards. If my outline goes as planned, you can expect the happy ending part around chapter 27 or 28 and an epilogue after that.
Sorry if this chapter was a little delayed. In addition to the 23 rewrite, I am also just getting over pneumonia here. I'm still tired and short of breath, but not like I was, and the doctor says I'm not contagious anymore, so that's a good thing. Hopefully, life will return to normal for me by Monday.
If you look out there, I probably put a preview for this chapter on Facebook (page on profile). Special thanks to RozamarieH, who is giving a go at beta-reading for this chapter.