A.N: All the usual information. I will say, I haven't really proof-read this too much, I'll try and go back and fix things if you all see anything egregious absolutely point it out. Real note is at the bottom. This chapter doesn't have any lemons in it, sorry about that. I personally am not a fan when I have to wait for a new chapter in a story for a long time, and then not getting any of the dirty stuff, and here I am, doing it to you all.

RPOV

"Hey! I'm gonna go over to see Lissa, gotta make nice after ditching them for dinner last night.", I call over my shoulder, scrolling through the countless texts from her as I did so. When there was no response, I turned to find Dimitri frowning at me. I scoffed, "Is that okay, Comrade?", the sarcastic tone in my voice evident.

"Of course, I was just getting ready to spend the day here with you."

"I know, I know, but I really should go over there. Plus, I don't think she'll be satisfied until she sees me in person."

I grabbed my purse and slipped on some tennis shoes before leaving a very hot Russian God standing in his-our apartment.

DPOV

With Rose gone I began stripping our bed of its sheets for washing, I was going to need to buy more than the two sets we already had if we kept it up like this. I was confused at first when I started finding buttons around the bed until I remembered Rose's frustration in trying to get my shirt off the previous night. I smiled at the memory, noting that I should probably stop wearing nice buttons up around her and keep it to t-shirts from now on. Or no shirt. She certainly didn't have a problem with naked. After remaking the couch and folding it back in on itself and putting the other bedtime necessities away, I began my usual Saturday routine of cleaning. Once I was done with the living room I moved onto the kitchen and then to the bathroom, thinking I had killed a lot of time I checked the clock. How could it have only been an hour? I sighed out my frustration and flopped down onto the couch. Only to immediately stand back, I made my way over to my dresser, getting changed to go for a run to help clear my head.

RPOV

I waved at the doorman as I walked into Lissa's apartment building, "Hey, Eddie."

"Good morning, Rose. It's nice to see you on this fine Saturday morning." I smiled and continued into the building and up to Lissa's apartment.

"Wow, it looks like you got railed last night." Lissa smirked at my appearance.

"I think you only think that because you know I did." She let me into the apartment.

"Have you seen yourself this morning? You're not exactly put together." I checked myself in her hallway mirror and groaned at the sight. How Dimitri could have found this attractive and still wanted me hanging around was any wonder. My hair looked like I had spent the night rolling around in bed, which I had, and then I noticed my walking wasn't exactly runway straight either.

I groaned at the sight of myself, "Lissa…" not sure what I was expecting the girl to do, but knowing that I needed some sort of guidance. Too often I had let loyalty, even to those who didn't reciprocate, guide me. It had gotten me into trouble on a number of occasions, not just with Jesse, though he had been the most recent example.

"What do you need, Rose?"

"I didn't mean to. I swear I didn't, but he was there, and he was nice, ya know?"

"Soooo, you slept with him...because he was available?"

"NO! Well, not exactly. I just- I feel so connected to him."

"Rose, do you even know anything about him? You've known him for a literal 48 hours"

"Jesus, I know. I know!"

"Okay, so maybe, get to know him outside the bedroom…"

I nodded, hearing what she meant. "Or", she added, "maybe that's all this is, a really good bed mate. No one said you had to be in love with the guy. You both just got out of serious relationships, maybe it would be good for both of you to have a nice, no expectations relationship."

"Maybe…"

"You know, you should really be talking to him about this. See what he wants out of this arrangement."

DPOV

I was thrilled when I reached the apartment again, hoping that Rose would have returned by now. Getting up to the apartment, I threw open the door to find it still empty. I felt something drop within me. I wanted to continue where we had left off. I wanted her here, next to me. I took a shower, trying to distract my worried mind.

By this point Rose had been gone for over three hours. Not knowing what else to do, I sat down to start grading some of the neglected papers. I got through two pages of the first essay before I realized I wasn't taking any of it in. I stood, unsure of what I was supposed to do next. I sat back down and pulled out my phone.

"Hello?"

"Ivan, are you busy?"

"I'm kind of under someone right now, what is it?"

"I found a roommate-"

"Nice, well I'm sure you two will figure out the whole living situation"

"WealreadyslepttogetherandI'mgoingalittlecrazy"

It all came out in a rush. I heard a heavy sigh on the other end before he excused himself. "When did she move in?"

"The night before last."

I heard another sigh, "Okay, and when did you sleep with her?"

"Last night, and this morning, and then later this morning."

"And she was into it, right?" The long, unamused pause on my end prompted a 'kidding, kidding" before I felt composed enough to continue.

I explained in detail my feelings upon meeting Rose and then what I felt after finding her.

"Dude, I'm hearing a lot of your emotions right now."

"I wasn't going to give you a play by play of the positions."

"I wasn't asking you too. I'm saying, I'm hearing a lot about how you feel and not a lot about how she feels...or felt."

"She's been gone for...4 hours now. She went over to Tasha's nephew's place."

"She's friends with Christian?"

"His girlfriend, I guess fiance now, but it sounds like they've all known each other since school."

"So what are you going to do?", he asked.

"I'm going to wait for her to get home and then talk to her about where all of this is going and what she wants to do."

"Good. Now, if you excuse me, I left a very willing subject on my couch before you interrupted our lazy Saturday. "

I dropped my phone back down on the table and pulled over more essays to start grading, or atleast reading through.

I made it through the first essay and absorbed the contents enough to know that it was passable and continued to work my way through.

The time ticked on and I eventually looked at my phone. I'll just text her to make sure she's okay. That's a normal roommate thing to do. I asked her how she was and when she was going to be coming home. I then turned my phone on silent and flipped it over so I wasn't as focused on that as on these papers.

It lasted about fifteen minutes before I flipped it over to see if she'd responded.

Nothing.

I repeated the phone flipping and went back to grading, only to check a half hour later.

Still nothing.

I texted again, reasoning that it wasn't too much.

Did you want something specific for dinner tonight?

I again flipped my phone over and tried to ignore the promise of contact with Rose. This time I made it a full hour before flipping it over to see...Still nothing.

I texted Christian instead, reasoning again that it wasn't creepy, I was just making sure Rose was okay and safe and not dead in a dumpster somewhere.

Is Rose okay? She hasn't responded to my messages.

This time I didn't bother flipping the phone over, I just sat and stared at the decidedly blank screen.

I started pacing the apartment, the night had come hours ago and now it was dark out, the night ticking by as I waited for some sort of response. I was debating whether or not I should message Tasha to ask for Lissa's number or address, but decided it wasn't at that point yet. If she's not home by tomorrow afternoon.

I pulled the couch out and got ready for bed, but it was no use, I resumed my pacing instead.

On and on the night dragged.

My phone chimed. I dove for it, hoping it contained information about Rose.

How did it go?

It was from Ivan. I swore in Russian and dropped the phone again, sitting at the table, waiting for something more to happen.

A.N: I feel like all my author notes are really just me apologizing for disappearing for abnormally long lengths of time while I try to get some semblance of my life back on track. I know that this chapter didn't have anything delicious in it, I will do my best to get something out there that satisfies that craving for most of you. Maybe it will be in this story, maybe it will be a one-shot. I have fantasies about Dimitri's desk, so come hell or high water, someone is coming on that desk! For those of you who are here for the plot…I'm trying my best right now. This might all just get re-vamped (lol) here in a few days when I'm not writing from a place of "if my love life is ruins, so are all the characters' lives."