Author's Note:

I don't own Vampire Academy or any of its characters or settings.

This work is un-beta'ed, so please forgive any typos or grammatical or spelling issues.

WARNING: contains explicit sexual content. Not suited for younger readers.

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Flashback:

Dimitri's POV:

As I got into the car to go pick up this girl from the internet - Tasha -, I flipped the radio aimlessly, trying to put Roza out of my mind. As I got to the eighties station I usually listened to, the song "Don't Stand So Close to Me" by the Police came on.

With the opening lyrics, "Young teacher, the subject / Of schoolgirl fantasy / She wants him so badly," I realized maybe this wasn't the right song to put her out of my mind. I changed the radio over to the country station and waited a good solid minute through commercials before I gave up and flipped it to a classic rock station. I wasn't as familiar with the song, but I recognized enough as Van Halen sang out, "Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad / I'm hot for teacher." I flipped the station again to light rock. The announcer said, "And here's Amy Winehouse with 'Teach Me Tonight'." Without even listening to the song, I flipped it again to the oldies station. I heard the Beatles come on and tried to tune out the thoughts in my head until I heard the lyrics, "Well, she was just seventeen / You know what I mean." The Police song should've been over, so I flipped back to the eighties station. It was a hair band song that I hadn't heard in a while. No discernible lyrics hit me as I tuned into the station, but then I heard, "She whispered sweet and brought me to the floor, she said / I'm only seventeen / But I'll show you love like you've never seen."

I hit the power button on the radio so hard that I heard the plastic cracking. No music for tonight.

When I arrived at her door, Tasha answered, wearing a St. Vladimir's uniform. "You must be Tasha. I'm Dimitri Belikov," I told her, extending a hand to shake it, "I'm sorry - I'm not quite sure how to do this."

Tasha took my hand, but instead of shaking it, she pulled me in closer by it and placed it on her ass, saying, "Don't be shy, handsome. Come in for a minute so I can grab my purse." Tasha released my hand and turned to walk back inside.

"Your home is lovely," I told her as she walked away, "as are you."

While I'll be the first to admit that Tasha was lovely, she was the polar opposite of Rose in every way except for the darkness of her hair. Where Rose was short, Tasha was tall. Where Rose had a deeply tanned complexion, Tasha had pale porcelain skin. Where Rose had hypnotically dark, exotic eyes, Tasha's eyes were - true to her screen name - the lightest shade of blue eyes I'd ever seen. Where Rose had ample, full curves and well-defined muscles, Tasha was model-slim to the point I wondered if she might have an eating disorder. Where Rose was younger than me and still a teen, Tasha might've been thirty-five - old enough to have a teenager of her own.

After a few moments, she returned to the door. Tasha leaned in and kissed the corner of my mouth, her lips slightly parted. Never before in my life had I experienced a kiss from a woman so quickly after being introduced. Tasha moved her lips over to the center of my mouth as she pushed her tongue out to request entrance. I closed my eyes and began to imagine kissing Rose. I reached my hands up to wrap them in this imaginary Rose's long hair. It wasn't as silky or wavy as Rose's hair looked, but her hair was long and dark. I put all of my desire and passion into that kiss - all of the feelings I'd been holding back with the real Rose.

One of my hands slid down along her back to pull her body flush to mine. After a few more moments of fervent kissing, I told her, "Let's go to St. Vladimir's. Now."

By the time we arrived at the school, my cock was twitching, thinking of how I would plunge it into this pseudo-Rose, taking her right on my desk, while imagining Rose's voluptuous body wrapped around me. "Follow me," I told her, using my keys to get into the building and then my classroom.

As we walked into the classroom, I grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall, kissing her and rubbing my hands across her breasts while she began unbuttoning my shirt. Her breasts were tiny compared to the real Rose's, but I wanted to give attention to her whole body.

As my lips trailed to her neck, she said to me, "Dimitri, where do you want me? Would you like to take me right against the wall?"

"On the desk, but not yet. I decide when," I commanded her, "And call me 'Comrade'."

"Will do, Comrade," she smirked, finishing the buttons on my shirt and running her hands along my chest, "And you can call me …"

"Roza. I'm going to call you Roza,"

"Yes, sir, Comrade," came her breathy reply as I reached down and hitched her leg up around my waist.

"Roza," I murmured into her neck as I finished unfastening the buttons on her shirt and began running my hands up along her stomach to her breasts, "you're making my cock so hard right now. Are you wet for me?"

"I am, Comrade," fake Rose replied, "I've been such a bad girl that I couldn't wait for you. I was touching myself imagining you when you showed up. Maybe you should give me detention?"

"You're already in detention, Roza, for the whole semester," I said, comfortably trying to forget I wasn't about to sink my cock into the real Rose, "How about I give you a pounding on my desk to teach you a lesson for that instead? I think I have something that could make an impact." As I said the last word, I rolled my hips up against this fake Rose's hips so that she could feel how hard I was.

"Mmm, Comrade," she said, "Can we go to that desk for the lesson now?"

I pulled up her skirt and saw that she was wearing plain white cotton panties. "Ah, Roza," I said, pulling them down so that they pooled at her ankles, "we both know you're not that innocent."

I slid my hand between her legs and across her opening. She was as wet as she had said. She was so ready. I was going to fuck this Rose soon. I ran a few fingers inside her. She wasn't as tight as I assumed Rose would be, but she could still clench around three fingers inside her. I ran my thumb along her clit as my fingers thrust into this fake Rose. She gasped, "Comrade, take me now. Please."

I took charge. Wordlessly, I pulled her over to my desk and sat her down on the surface, then pulled the condom out of my pocket. If it were truly the real Rose, I knew that she had probably had far less experience than this girl, so I maybe wouldn't need one for STD reasons with her - even if a history with Adrian could make me question that -, but with this Rose, I certainly would need one. "Would you like to help me with this, Roza? You're much too young to get pregnant," I said.

"Oh, yes, Comrade," she said, taking the condom packet and ripping it open and tossing the package in the trash. She said, "It's not my first time, Mr. Belikov, so I don't need you to be really gentle, but I - oh!"

I had just finished unfastening my pants and pulling my pants and boxers down. She had stopped as she took in the sight of my hard dick in front of her. Her hands came out to meet me. "Well, this is certainly something that would've been worth mentioning," she said, placing her hand along my length and stroking gently. She was rougher than I would've liked, but it was still a woman stroking me. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel and imagining Rose's hands on me like that. "You're hung like a stallion, Comrade!" she exclaimed.

After she pumped me a few more times, I told her, "Enough teasing, Roza. I want you to put the condom on so I can feel you around me."

Fake Rose did as instructed and rolled the condom onto me. I spun her around and pushed her chest up to the desk. Anything to make this fantasy more like the real thing.

Despite turning her around, all I could think as I plunged into her was, 'This is not Roza.' Sure, she would get the job done, but my body and my mind knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was not the fiery too-young temptress I'd been lusting after for the past several weeks. She played the part as well as she could, but it was just not the same as the real thing. She'd called me Comrade. She'd let me call her Roza. She'd even curled her hair and worn the uniform for me. But it just wasn't Rose.

I closed my eyes and tried to imagine Rose Hathaway on my desk like this. I reached around a cupped at her breasts, imagining them much larger. As I thrust my cock into her, I told her, "You've been a very bad girl, Roza. I'm going to have to pound you extra hard for that." I grabbed her hips as tight as I could with both hands, sliding them up to get a better angle, and pushed myself as deeply into her as I could.

"Oh, God!" she groaned, "So deep! Oh, Comrade!"

"Yes! Roza!" I cried out as I continued to slide into her. I found myself calling her name over and over again, partially in awe that I was able to, and partially willing that I could somehow magically make her become the real Roza.
I took one of my hands off of her hip and wrapped her hair around it, while using the other to guide her body where I wanted it and I continued. I thrust into her again and again until I began to feel her walls tightening around me. I plunged in as deep and hard as I could, helping this fake Rose to orgasm around me. "Roza, I want you to come, now, around my dick," I told her.

As soon as I knew she had reached her peak, I allowed myself to join her, once again calling out, "Oh, Roza! That's it, beautiful! Come for me, baby!"

After we had both taken a few minutes to straighten up our clothes and I had disposed of the condom, I was left feeling even more desire for the real Rose than I had before. This was not getting Rose out of my system. I drove Tasha home in awkward silence. She offered to have me come inside for a drink, but I declined and said goodbye. I wouldn't be trying this again anytime soon.

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Now:

Third Person POV:

Rose walked into Dimitri Belikov's classroom for detention with a plan firmly in place. That plan started in the bathroom just before coming into the classroom, even if it did make her fifteen minutes late.

"You're late, Ms. Hathaway," Dimitri said, "Again. Detention is only an hour and you're fifteen minutes late. You'll be staying after fifteen additional minutes today to make up for it."

"But, Comrade," Rose said, "I rode the bus today. The late bus will be gone by the time I stay an extra fifteen minutes."

Dimitri growled. After a moment, he said, "That's no excuse to get out of your detention time. I can drive you home, Ms. Hathaway."

Well, thought Rose, that works into my plans quite nicely. Rose found a seat in the back of the classroom, far away from the other students in detention. There were only two others in detention today and they had both chosen seats near the front of the room. After forty minutes had passed, she put away the homework she had been working on. She pulled out her notebook and then began flipping until she came to an empty page. She tore it out and put it on top of the desk, grabbing a textbook from her bag and flipping it open to a random page.

By now, Dimitri had already been totally engrossed in the western novel he was reading at his desk. Rose raised her hand and called out, "Comrade!"

"What, Ms. Hathaway?" asked Dimitri.

"Could you please help me with this," she looked down at her upside-down book before continuing, "history homework, please?" she asked.

"Very well," he said, bookmarking his place and setting his book down on the desk. As Dimitri walked over to Rose's desk, she quickly wrote out on the blank page of her notebook, in pencil, Been to any good websites lately? I hear that you can find some great friends on some of them.

When Dimitri arrived at Rose's desk, she said, "Could you help me with this question here?" and passed him the sheet of paper.

"May I see your paper, please, Ms. Hathaway?" he asked. She handed it to him and he wrote, Are you trying to get me fired?

Rose said, "No, that doesn't look right at all, Comrade. What about this?" She took the page and wrote, Why would I want to get rid of the hottest guy here? I was just hoping to see if I could make 'friends' with you, too. Rose smirked as he began to read what she had wrote.

Dimitri wrote back, I don't make friends with my underage students like that.

Rose: Well, that's not really a problem, since you don't teach any of MY classes, so I'm not one of YOUR students. Besides, I've been 18 since March. I can show you my license if you don't believe me.

Dimitri arched an eyebrow at Rose. She leaned over Dimitri's hand, still on the desk, letting out a quiet little moan as her breast brushed up against the back of his hand, unzipped her bag, reached in, leaving it unzipped, and pulled out her wallet, flipping it open to her driver's license. He glanced at the other students to make sure that they weren't looking as he quickly scanned her license to see that she was eighteen.

Dimitri wrote on the page, still holding Rose's wallet, It doesn't matter. You're with Adrian. I won't be that guy.

Rose shook her head and wrote back, We broke up. He's dating that Sydney girl from the art gallery now.

After another moment, Rose wrote out, You can put my wallet back in the bag for me.

As Dimitri looked down to put the wallet back in Rose's bag, he noticed some satiny dark blue fabric at the top. Rose leaned in to Dimitri's ear and whispered, "That's my bra and panties. I was late because I was taking those off before I came into your classroom ... Dimitri."

Rose's comment was like an electric current, shooting straight to Dimitri's quickly-forming erection. He looked over at the other students, who were still working quietly at their desks.

"Is it hot in here?" Rose said, fanning herself with one hand as she pulled the opening of her shirt out far enough to give Dimitri a glimpse of her bare breast.

Dimitri thought to himself, This is a million times hotter than anything that happened with Tasha in this room.

Rose leaned back to his ear and continued, letting her lips trail over the surface of his ear, saying, "I've been fantasizing about you for weeks now, Dimitri. You can't imagine how wet I am right now." After Rose's sentence trailed off, she allowed the tip of her tongue to graze his earlobe.

At that moment, the school bell rang, signalling the end of detention. The other two students immediately began packing up their bags to leave and walked out of the classroom.

"I want you, Dimitri. Right now," Rose breathed, staring into his eyes. A low growl formed in the back of his throat.

"Leave your books here. Go to the unisex bathroom at the end of the hall. Leave the door unlocked. I will meet you there in three minutes," Dimitri said, "Go now, before I change my mind."

Without another word, Rose got up and walked down to the bathroom. After stepping inside, she faced the mirror over the sink, unbuttoned a few more buttons on her shirt, and waited for Dimitri to arrive.

Dimitri entered the bathroom while Rose was looking down. He locked the door behind him and stood behind her, letting his eyes roam her body in the mirror. "You are incredible, Roza," he breathed.

Rose's voice so low it was barely audible, she said, "I want to kiss you."

"So what's stopping you?" Dimitri asked, his accent thicker than usual. Rose turned to face Dimitri and wrapped an arm around his neck, pulled him to her and immediately crushed her lips into his in a heated and passionate kiss. Dimitri heard Rose moan in delight as he wrapped his arms around Rose's waist and parted his lips to deepen the kiss, pulling her body tight up against his own.

Dimitri moved his lips from Rose's mouth to her jaw, then her neck, moving one hand up to run it through her hair as he had longed to do. As his lips found the pulse point just below Rose's ear, Dimitri whispered, "I want to take you so badly, but I don't have any condoms."

Rose replied, barely controlling her panting, while she tugged Dimitri's jacket off of his shoulders and began working on unfastening his necktie, "I've never had sex without one before, but I'm on the pill." Dimitri's response was somewhere between a gasp and a growl.

"I want to do something," Dimitri murmured in her ear, "Do you trust me?"

Rose nodded and let out a shaky, breathy, "Yes"

Dimitri whispered, "Turn around and face the mirror." Rose did as she was told. Dimitri stood behind Rose, pulled Rose's hair to one side, and began unfastening the rest of the buttons on her shirt. "Keep your eyes open, and on me," he told her as he began kissing her neck from behind again, watching her in the mirror, "My eyes, or my hands."

When Dimitri finished unbuttoning her shirt, he spread it apart and let out a low hiss, admiring her luscious round breasts, with erect nipples standing at attention, just waiting to be sucked and teased. He cupped them both and ran the pads of his thumbs over both of her nipples, watching Rose's eyes darken with lust and hearing her sighs as he teased at them.

Then, Dimitri found the zipper to Rose's skirt and unfastened it, allowing it to fall to the floor. "You're beautiful, Roza," he told her, "So beautiful it hurts me."

His left hand returned to one of her breasts while the right one snaked down to slide between her thighs, finding the wetness Rose had promised as he allowed his fingers to cup and slide along her core. As he finally let a finger slide inside her, Rose let out a loud moan, feeling the contact from his long nimble fingers. "Holy shit, Comrade," she gasped, looking into his eyes, "That feels so good!"

"I bet I could make you come just like this," Dimitri told her, as his lips continued licking, sucking, and gently biting at her neck and he continued to bury his finger inside her. Rose moaned with pleasure. "Do you want me to?" he asked.

Rose was past the point of being able to talk as she gave a shaky nod. As Dimitri pumped his finger slowly in and out in gentle thrusts, he ran his thumb along her sensitive bundle of nerves and said, "Don't think that this means I'll be done with you once you come, though."

Dimitri whispered in Rose's ear, as he gently nipped at her earlobe and continued to pleasure her with his hands, "I love how wet and tight you feel, Roza. You feel so good wrapped around my finger. I can only imagine how good that's going to feel wrapped around my cock later." As Dimitri said the word 'cock', he ground his hips up against Rose's backside so that she could feel how hard he was. "I don't know if I've ever been this turned on before Roza. I've never wanted a woman as much as I want you right now."

Rose's moans were getting louder and Dimitri could feel her walls tightening around his finger. Dimitri still had only inserted a single finger and hadn't yet curled it upwards into her g-spot. "Are you about to come?" he asked her.

"Uh-huh," she breathed, unable to say anything more between her moans and panting.

"Then come for me, Roza," Dimitri said, as he added a second finger and curved them both to find the right spot within her. Rose cried out as Dimitri felt her walls fluttering around his fingers. He circled his thumb over her clitoris to draw out her orgasm until he felt the fluttering subside, then pulled his fingers away.

"I think it's your turn now, Comrade," Rose said, as she turned to face him and began unbuttoning his shirt. She let her lips trail along the path of the buttons, gently leaving open-mouthed kisses and tiny licks down across his chest. Dimitri found himself powerless to do anything more than wrap his hands in her hair as Rose's kisses landed just below his navel and she began unfastening his belt buckle and unbuttoning and unzipping his khakis.

As soon as Rose was able, she freed him from his boxers. Rose was suddenly relieved that Tasha had unintentionally given her a warning about his size, as he was quite a bit bigger than she had expected - even with the warning. Rose wrapped a fist around his shaft and began slowly stroking up and down his length, as she continued kissing down from his waist, arriving at the base of his erection.

To Rose, Dimitri's hard member was absolute perfection: the length of him, the shape of him, the smoothness and softness of his skin, the steel-like hardness of him. Rose placed her tongue at the base of his shaft and began making tiny little circular licks, working her way up along him as if she were using her tongue to measure each centimeter of his size, one at a time.

Rose looked up at Dimitri as she continued, seeing his head tilted back with his eyes closed.

"Keep your eyes open, and on me," Rose said, against his skin, with a smirk. As Dimitri made eye contact with Rose, she wrapped her lips around his tip, pumping the length of him with her hand. He let out a loud groan, seeing the fire in her eyes, watching her soft lips encircle him, and feeling the moist warmth of her mouth. Rose could already taste some of his juices leaking out of him.

Rose took Dimitri in as deep as she could, feeling him in the back of her throat, bobbing her head up and down on him, looking into his eyes every third plunge or so. "Roza," he gasped, "If you keep that up, I'm not going to last long."

Rose gave Dimitri a wicked grin and began bobbing faster, sucking and hollowing out her cheeks, while grasping him tightly with her stroking hand.

"Unghh!" Dimitri groaned, and then cursed in Russian as he exploded into her mouth, filling her throat with his seed. Rose lapped it all up and swallowed it down, sucking as hard as she could to wrest every last drop from him.

Rose began kissing her way back up Dimitri's chest, but he grew impatient and pulled her up to his lips, kissing her deeply. "That," he said, against her lips, "was amazing, Roza. But I want to feel myself inside you before the day is over."

Dimitri continued kissing Rose, until she moved her lips to his jaw and began sucking on his earlobe. "Comrade, as much as I love the idea of having you take me right now, I might prefer a bed to staying in this bathroom and having the edge of the sink poke me in the ass," Rose said between kisses, "Is that even a possibility? As I recall, someone is supposed to give me a ride home tonight, anyways. And no one expects me home for dinner for two more hours."

"Fuck," said Dimitri, massaging and cupping Rose's breasts, "I don't know. Ivan and I share an apartment. He's pretty open-minded, but I'm not sure having him see you at our place is the best idea. Let me call and see if he's home."

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Song lyric credits from Dimitri listening to the radio:

Don't Stand So Close to Me - The Police

Hot for Teacher - Van Halen

I Saw Her Standing There - The Beatles

Seventeen - Winger

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Author's Note:

What are you thinking about this story so far? I hope that this is enjoyable for everyone and that you didn't get too uncomfortable with the Tasha or Adrian parts in the first few chapters here.

How does everyone feel about the blow job? I really felt like she should be 'good' at it, since this particular Rose has had a couple of years with Adrian to hone her skills in the bedroom.

I currently have 5 chapters written in draft. I don't have a set update schedule planned yet for this story, but I'm hoping to finish up Building the Tension before I really devote myself to it. Although I might find myself writing a chapter or two of Playing Adult every now and then just to change things up, it looks like this will be the next thing I really plan to invest time working on.

P.S. Is anyone super-uncomfortable with the word 'moist'? I've tried to shy away from it because I've been told before that people don't like it, but it just seemed to be the only word that fit there. Also, I have often wondered if the more sexual connotation is the reason people aren't comfortable with that word in other settings.