Author's Notes:
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.
If you've gotten this far, you already know you there's grown-up stuff here and you shouldn't read this if you're a child.
Just in case anything doesn't get properly cleaned up, I do some of my writing on my lunch break at my desk at work. Obviously, the 'M' content doesn't get written sitting in my office with a bunch of co-workers potentially looking over my shoulder (can we say "sexual harassment lawsuit"?), so occasionally during the writing process I remove the Not-Safe-For-Work content to a separate location and then replace it during cleanup. Let me know if you ever see this happen and I will fix it ASAP!
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Previously:
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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Dimitri grabbed his pants off of the floor and checked the pockets, which he found were empty. "My cell phone is back at my desk," Dimitri said, "Let's get dressed and head back, but we should probably exit the bathroom separately." He began to collect his clothes and put them back on.
"Speaking of cell phones," said Rose, as she gathered her own clothes, "I don't know exactly what this is, but do you want my number?" At the word this, Rose motioned between the two of them. As an afterthought, she added, "It's fine if this is a one-time thing and you don't."
"No!" replied Dimitri, almost instantly, eyeing her sharply, "I definitely want your number, Roza. And you can have mine. But I'd like to ask that you don't put my name on it. I'd hate to have to explain that to Principal Kirova, if she were ever to see it on one of our phones."
"No problem, Comrade," said Rose, with a wink, as Dimitri finished buttoning his shirt.
"Do you have your phone with you?" he asked.
Rose reached into her skirt pocket, pulled out her phone, unlocked the screen, and handed her phone to Dimitri. He began entering his number into her phone. "I'm putting it in as Woodrow Call," he said, "I just texted my phone with yours, so I'll have your number."
"Woodrow Call?" Rose asked curiously.
Dimitri gave a genuine laugh. "Roza, have you never read Lonesome Dove? Or at least seen the movie?"
"'Fraid not, Comrade," Rose replied.
After a few more moments, Dimitri's tie was secured and Rose was buttoning the final button her shirt. "Comrade," she asked, "is this gonna be weird between us? After tonight, I mean?"
Dimitri stared into Rose's eyes, and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Roza," he said, "I've wanted you since the moment I saw you. Having the chance to have finally been with you … I only want you more now than I did then."
"So, how is this going to work?" she asked.
"I usually have my life planned and organized down to the smallest detail. This is all rather new and unexpected to me," Dimitri said, "but I know that I want this to continue."
Rose nodded. "I'd like that, too. So, we cross that bridge when we get there?"
"Agreed," Dimitri said, "I'll leave first. I'll text you when it's safe to exit the bathroom."
A few moments later, Dimitri had his phone in hand and sent a reply text to Rose telling her to come back to the room, then began creating a new contact from her number.
By the time he had the contact entered in, Rose was walking in the door. "Did you call Ivan?" she asked.
"I was just about to," he said. Dimitri pulled up Ivan's number and hit the call button.
Ivan answered on the third ring. "Dimka!" Ivan said with a smile, "What's up?"
"Hey, man," began Dimitri, "Are you going to be home in the next few hours?"
"Well, that depends on how things go," Ivan said, "Mia invited me to meet her parents tonight for dinner."
"Whoah, man, good luck with that," said Dimitri, "Sounds pretty serious."
Ivan replied, "It's nothing serious, man. She and I agreed to take things slow, but they're in town and saw her texting me. It was kind of unavoidable."
Dimitri asked, "Look, could I ask you to stay away for a few hours?"
"You got a girl coming over, Dimka?" Ivan chuckled.
"Something like that," Dimitri replied.
"You've been cock-blocking me and Mia for weeks. Why should I do this for you?"
Dimitri cursed in Russian. Rose giggled at what she knew was an obvious swear from the otherwise-composed Russian. "Let's just say that she doesn't live alone, either. Could you please just try, Ivan, just this once?"
"Still trying to get your mind off Rose, I take it? Since I know how badly you need this, I'll do my best," said Ivan, "but remember that you owe me one."
"I will owe you one," Dimitri said, "Thanks, brat. You can come home by eight." (brat - Russian for brother)
Dimitri hung up the phone and looked at Rose. "I told Ivan not to come home until eight," he said, "but I don't trust him, so let's go now."
Dimitri opened up his coat closet and pulled out a full-length brown leather jacket, a cowboy-style duster. "Between the western novels and the jacket," Rose thought to herself, "Dimitri has a serious thing for the old west." She packed up her book bag and followed Dimitri out to the parking lot.
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When Dimitri got to his 1982 Chevy Camaro, he ran his fingertips gently across the hood, checking for scratches and patting it gently. "Baby," he said, in Russian, talking to the car, "I hope you were treated well today."
Rose fought off a chill at hearing the scintillating tones of Dimitri's fluent Russian words, approached him from behind, and said, "This is your car, Comrade?"
Inwardly, she was thinking, "Couldn't you afford something better?" until Dimitri grinned at her and said, "Yes, it takes a little extra time and money, but it's worth it to own a classic."
"You're certainly an enigma, Dimitri," Rose told Dimitri as he opened her door for her, being the gentleman and letting her in before he went to his side of the car.
Dimitri gave her a wicked grin and said, "You know that I could say the same, Roza."
"No, Comrade," she told him as she buckled her seatbelt, "I'm just me."
Once he had finished securing his own seatbelt and started the engine, Dimitri gave Rose a full grin and said, "How many high school girls use the word 'enigma' on their own - outside of an essay? Or get a detention for the entire semester on the first day of classes? Or started a fist fight with two senior boys as a sophomore and came out without a scratch?"
Rose looked at Dimitri in surprise. "You didn't think I knew about that last one, did you?" Dimitri asked, "Mr. Alto told me your discipline record was required reading before I had you in detention. Honestly, it took me a couple of days to get through it all. It was pretty thick."
"Only one of the guys was actually fighting me," Rose said, "They were going to tell the whole school that my best friend was cutting herself - I had to defend her. I run three miles every week and took four years of Tae Kwon Do, so I'm pretty hard to beat. My parents made me quit the martial arts after that fight, though."
"Oh?" Dimitri asked, arching one eyebrow, "We have a lot in common. I run every morning and I used to fight MMA matches to pay my way through college. We should run together - or spar at my gym sometime."
Rose got a thrill thinking about it, but took a moment to consider. "I'd like to go running together. Sparring in a public place, though? Comrade, I'm not sure I could keep my hands off of you, if we were that close," she said, "after tonight, I mean."
Dimitri smirked. "Probably true," he said, reaching out his hand to place it on her knee between shifting gears. "I don't think I could keep my hands off of you, either - after tonight. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. So beautiful it hurts me sometimes. I can barely keep my hand off of you now."
"So, don't keep your hands off of me now," said Rose.
Dimitri's smirk only widened as he asked, "You're still not wearing panties, are you?"
"I'm not," Rose replied, giving Dimitri her man-eater smile, and moving his hand further up her thigh, under her skirt.
"It's going to be …" Dimitri cleared his throat, "hard - for lack of a better word - to shift gears and drive while doing this at the same time," Dimitri told Rose as he let his fingers slide into the apex of her thighs and into the wet heat that awaited him there. As his fingers made contact, Rose let out a moan.
"Damn, Comrade," Rose said, as he pulled his hand back to change gears when it was time to turn a corner, "that feels so good when you touch me, but you keep pulling your hand away."
"Tell me something, Roza," said Dimitri, voice deepening and accent thickening, "did you mean what you said on the first day of school about thinking of me in your bed alone?"
Rose practically moaned out, "Yes, I did."
"Did you touch yourself thinking of me, Roza?" he asked, still in that deep, husky voice.
"Yes," Rose breathed out.
Dimitri groaned at the thought of it. "Would you do that for me now?" he asked, "I'd like you to show me."
Rose moaned but was helpless to speak. She pulled up her skirt to her waist so that her lower half was bare to his gaze. She ran a hand up the inside of her thigh and immediately began using her fingers to work her core at a blistering pace.
"Slowly," Dimitri growled possessively, "Just tease and try not to make yourself come. We're not far from the apartment now and I want that privilege to be mine tonight."
Rose nodded, slowed her fingers, and looked Dimitri in the eye. "Better?" she asked.
Dimitri asked, "Could you separate your legs further? I would like to see you better." Rose spread her legs further, giving Dimitri a glimpse of her most sensitive parts. He groaned as he watched, having trouble keeping his eyes on the road long enough to drive.
"Ungh, mmm, Dimitri," Rose purred as she felt his fingers joining her own for a moment before he had to shift again.
"We're almost there now, Roza," said Dimitri as he turned the Camaro into the parking lot. As soon as the car was parked in his carport and shut off, Dimitri leaned over Rose and kissed her, wrapping one hand in her hair and squeezing her breast with the other. Rose moaned in pleasure, feeling his tongue massaging her own.
Dimitri broke off the kiss and said, "We'd better go inside now," while adjusting his pants trying to obscure his erection. Rose nodded, pulled her skirt down, grabbed her book bag, and got out of the car.
Rose followed Dimitri inside the building and up to his apartment. As soon as he had the door unlocked, Dimitri took Rose's hand and pulled her inside, locking the door behind her, and pushed her up against the wall, gripping her body tightly and giving her a heated kiss. Rose let her school bag fall from her hands, leaving it on the floor by the door. She lifted her legs and circled them around Dimitri's waist as he used one of his arms to support her body, cupping her ass and pulling her core tight against him.
Wasting no time, Dimitri carried Rose to his bedroom and laid her down on his bed, then stood, locked the bedroom door, and began removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Dimitri toed off his shoes as he finished the final button on his shirt in record time. Rose started to kick off her heels when Dimitri grabbed her ankle and said in a husky voice, "No. The heels stay on."
Rose began to unbutton her own shirt, but by the time she was on the last button, Dimitri had his hands on the button, standing before her completely naked, completely erect cock standing at attention before her. He unzipped her skirt and pulled it down and off as Rose let her shirt fall back off from her shoulders. Dimitri laid between Rose's thighs, using his arms to support his weight, and began planting soft, wet, open-mouthed kisses on her breast, licking and sucking at her hardened nipple. As she moaned helplessly, Rose let her fingers trail across Dimitri's shoulder and back and tangle into his hair. "God, Roza," he told her, the rolled 'R' from her name causing his mouth to vibrate blissfully against her sensitive skin, "You are so, so beautiful. You have an amazing body."
"You're not so bad yourself, Comrade," Rose replied, as Dimitri turned his attention to the other breast, causing her to cry out again.
Dimitri's cock twitched at the sound of her cries and he let out a groan. "You wouldn't believe how many times I've imagined you in this bed," he murmured against her skin, running one hand along her side down to cup her ass and using the other to press into her shoulder blade, arching her back up to give his lips better leverage against her breast, "You're the only woman I want, Roza."
"You're all I've been able to think about since the day that we met," Rose admitted, "but this is far better than anything I could have imagined." Dimitri trailed his lips down along Rose's stomach, leaving light kisses along her abs. When he got to her belly button, he circled it with his mouth, then continued his path further down. Rose tangled her fingers into Dimitri's hair as he ran his mouth all along her lower stomach and hips, just inches away from where she needed him most.
Dimitri lowered his mouth to Rose's upper inner thigh, just inches away from her core. Since she hadn't been wearing panties, she had been dripping down her leg enough that he could already smell and taste her juices. "Mmm, Roza," he breathed, "You taste like heaven." Without a second to spare, he plunged his tongue straight into her center, leaving Rose breathless. Rose began panting as Dimitri rammed his tongue mercilessly into her repeatedly, one of her hands wrapped in his hair and the other gripping the sheets.
"Fuck, Dimitri!" she gasped, "Please, I need you. Now!"
Dimitri was hoping to give Rose one more climax before entering her, but resisting was hard enough before hearing her pleas. He was helpless to resist when she begged like that. Dimitri sat up and asked, "You want me now, Roza?" His voice was thick with desire.
"Yes," she breathed, "Oh, fuck, yes!"
Dimitri rose from the bed to grab a condom from the nightstand drawer. "I have condoms here," he told Rose, "I'm going to use one for you, Roza."
Rose sat up and nodded. Something in her wanted to ask Dimitri not to use one, but it was probably wiser to go ahead. "Bring it here," she said with a smile, hand extended.
Dimitri broke off the packet and sat beside her, handing it to her. Rose took the packet and ripped it open, then took Dimitri's manhood in hand. Dimitri groaned at the feel of Rose's small warm hand wrapped around him. Rose bent down and placed a kiss on his tip, licking off the drop that had leaked from him, then stroked him up and down a few times. "Lay down," she instructed. Dimitri laid on his back with his head on the pillow, arms behind his head.
"Mmm," Rose said, "this is a sight I'd like to remember." Rose leaned in and gave Dimitri one more deep kiss, battling his tongue with her own and letting one hand run through his hair, then sat back and rolled the condom onto his length in one motion.
Before Dimitri could react in any way, Rose grasped him, placing him at her entrance, and slid down on top of him in one fluid movement. Dimitri growled at the feel of her tight heat finally wrapped around him. "Holy shit!" Rose cried out, eyes wide, feeling the fullness of having Dimitri sheathed fully inside her.
"Are you alright?" he asked, concerned, "Did I hurt you?"
"Oh, Comrade," she purred, tightening her muscles around him, "Far from hurt. I've never felt anything like this before. You're magnificent."
Rose began to move up and down Dimitri's length. For a time, he laid there watching her move, admiring the bounce of her breasts and enjoying the sounds of her moans and the feel of her body, letting his hands cup and squeeze at her. He found himself saying the Russian version of her name over and over again, powerless to stop, immersed in her beauty and allure. He used one of his hands to rub at her clit while she rode him.
Within minutes, Rose was already ready to shatter again. She found herself yelling out Dimitri's name, but as he began to feel her walls fluttering around him again, he let out another groan and quickly flipped her over, saying, "I've waited too long for this to be over so quickly." Dimitri pulled Rose's leg up so that it was wrapped around his waist, holding it there with his hand, not caring that her heel was digging into his hamstring. Dimitri brought his lips back to hers, twining his other hand in her hair, as Rose clutched onto Dimitri's shoulder blades under his arms. He gently nipped at Rose's lower lip, licking sensuously where his teeth had been. He thrust into Rose with all of his strength, pounding her body against the bed, hearing her loud moans turn into yells. He pounded her over and over and over again, relentlessly filling her with his long, hard shaft. When she began to tighten again, he whispered in her her ear, licking at her earlobe, "Are you going to come for me again, Roza?"
"Yes!" she screamed out, unable to keep her voice down, "Oh, Yes! Oh, Dimitri!"
He whispered again, "I want you to scream my name again for me," as he smirked and then licked at her ear once more.
"OH GOD!" she screamed, her walls fluttering around him, "YES! DIMITRI! OH, GOD, DIMITRI!"
Dimitri found himself groaning out a slightly less loud, "Oh! Roza!" as he found his own release and spilled his seed inside her.
As she came down from her blissful high, Rose cupped Dimitri's cheek with her hand and gave him a tender kiss, filled with emotions she couldn't begin to name. Strangely, Rose was almost sure that he returned those emotions in the kiss.
Dimitri pulled back and looked at the clock. They still had almost an hour before Rose would need to leave to go home. He rolled off of Rose and laid on his back on the pillow, pulling her close and pulling the blankets up over both of them, then reached over and set his alarm clock to go off in half an hour. Rose tucked her head into his chest, wrapped her arm around his torso, and slid her legs between his. Neither of them had ever been one to cuddle after sex before, but this just felt 'right' - to both of them.
Before either of them realized it, they had both drifted off to sleep. When Dimitri's alarm went off, he pulled Rose tighter and began kissing her forehead, saying, "Wake up, sleeping beauty." Rose opened her eyes and peered into his chocolate brown ones, giving him a deep and passionate kiss.
"Comrade, that might be the best half hour of sleep I've ever had," she said.
"Mmhm," Dimitri hummed in agreement, running his fingers through Rose's hair, "I could say the same. I've got to get you home, though. We'd better get dressed."
"It's sort of too bad that we don't have time for another round," Rose said, her man-eating smile firmly in place, as she shifted off of him and began to get up from the bed.
"Another day," Dimitri said, looking around the room for his clothes, "Would you like something to drink before we go? I have some hot chocolate. I've seen how much you seem to love chocolate when I've been watching you in the cafeteria."
Rose chuckled at the thought that he already knew her so well. "Sure," she said, "I'd like that."
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Author's Notes:
Well, there you have it, folks, our fated couple having a little bit of cute romantic fluff and a chance to finally bring our two fated love-birds together. The rest of this as a longer story will be coming, but I am probably going to hold off for a little while so I can wrap up Building the Tension and really hammer out how I want this longer story to go. I don't have solid plans for an ending for this one YET, but I have some plotlines in mind for bumps along the way. What do you think, so far? Any requests for appearances or scenes you would like to have happen? We'll see a scene with Mason in the next chapter and I have also thought about possibly adding Victor and/or Natalie Dashkov (without the Sandovsky's syndrome, I don't anticipate them being an antagonist – much – in this story, though). I also know we haven't seen the last of Jesse or Adrian.
