Author's Notes:

Do I honestly really need disclaimers if you've made it this far?

I claim no ownership to Vampire Academy

There's a lot of deliciously filthy smut in this story. If you are easily offended, uncomfortable, or too young, you should have already turned away before now.

No one has been reading this ahead of time. Mistakes are bound to happen. If you see anything major, give me a quick shout out.

-=o0/&\0o=-

After Dimitri and Rose finally managed to drag themselves out of bed, Dimitri grabbed his own clothes, pulled on his underwear, and then walked over to where Rose's costume and panties lay on the floor. Because of the shape of her costume, Rose hadn't worn any other undergarments, so the pile was only her panties, her dress, and her wings. He lifted up the tiny gauzy transparent white panties and held them in the air, saying to her, "Roza, I sort of wish I'd seen you wearing these earlier."

"You can see me wearing them now," she said, extending her hand for them.

"No," Dimitri chuckled, slipping them into his pants pocket before sliding them on, "I'll be sad enough seeing your beautiful body covered up after enjoying it all night. I think I like the idea of knowing that you have nothing on underneath that skirt too much." Dimitri threw Rose the dress.

"Alright, Comrade," said Rose, slipping the dress on over her head, "But if you're going to play it that way, I want a t-shirt to put over my costume."

"Do you really think I walk around carrying a spare t-shirt when I come to parties?"

"No," she said, "but I could take that undershirt. And I'd put money down that you have a gym bag in your car."

"I actually do," Dimitri told Rose as he finished pulling up his socks, "Which would you prefer?"

"Is the one in your gym bag clean, or did you wear it?"

"It's clean. I was planning to go early this morning."

"Then I want the undershirt. It'll smell like you."

Dimitri tossed Rose the undershirt and began to to fasten the buttons on his outer shirt around himself. Rose sighed as she watched Dimitri's sculpted abs disappear from view, then quickly pulled the undershirt over her head. "Are you ready to go?" Dimitri asked, quickly firing off a text to Adrian about where to find the room key.

Rose scooped up her wings into her hands and nodded, and Dimitri opened the bedroom door.

"I'm assuming you didn't bring a car to the party that we need to take anywhere?"

"Nope, Comrade," Rose said, "After Lissa's parents died, my parents were super-skeptical about giving either of us a car. They told us we wouldn't get one until we 'learned responsibility'." Rose used air quotes at the end.

"So getting detention for the rest of the semester on the first day of school was your way of showing them that you're responsible, Roza?" Dimitri asked her with a lop-sided grin as he opened the door and motioned for her to leave with him, pulling the keys out of his pants pocket.

Rose shrugged. "My parents are largely pretty absent from our lives. I'm honestly not even sure they know about the detentions. But sometimes my temper gets the better of me. And sometimes, things happen and life just sucks. I try to play jokes and things to keep life fun. It's better than doing something crazy and destructive to let off some steam."

"Did something happen that day?" he asked, grabbing his coat - a leather duster jacket - from the entryway closet and handing Rose her own black leather jacket.

"That's the day Adrian broke things off," Rose answered as she pulled her coat on and they walked out the door to frat house towards Dimitri's car.

Dimitri stopped walking. "Wait," he said, "That's the day we met. And the day you first flirted with me. Am I just your rebound guy?"

Rose found the idea so ridiculous she didn't respond and just kept walking, unaware that Dimitri had stopped.

Dimitri suddenly found himself fuming "I said, Rose, am I your fucking rebound? From Adrian? Was this all just some tiny bit of fun to help you 'keep life fun'? Because my grebanyy cousin is who you really want to be with? Did I just decide to risk my career so that I can help you get over someone else?"

Rose turned to look at Dimitri with a stunned look and unshed tears in her eyes and walked to him. "No! No, Dimitri! No! Don't ever think that!"

"Then what am I to you?" he asked, looking her in the eye and cupping both sides of her face with his hands.

"Honestly?" Rose asked.

"Honestly," Dimitri replied.

"I've never felt this way about anyone before and I can't even really explain it. I think I'm falling in love with you, Dimitri! And it scares the shit out of me, Dimitri, okay?! I know it sounds stupid because we barely know each other and we only really just met a few months ago, but -" Dimitri crushed his lips to Rose's.

After he broke the kiss, Dimitri said, "I feel the same way, Roza!"

Rose smiled and gave a small laugh, saying, "I know."

Dimitri looked perplexed. "What do you mean, you know?"

"You told me last night. I think you talk in your sleep, Comrade."

"Der'mo, I'm going to have to learn to get a handle on that."

Rose giggled at that as she gave Dimitri a peck on the lips, turning to walk towards the car again. "If it makes you feel better, Comrade, I said it first."

Dimitri opened the car door and began to walk around to the driver's side, saying, "While we were both conscious."

"And while you were unconscious," she said, as he sat in the driver's seat and the engine roared to life, some eighties hair band immediately blasting on the radio.

"You did?" Dimitri asked.

"I waited until I was sure you were asleep to say it." Dimitri reached out and gave Rose's leg a gentle squeeze, then pulled out of the parking lot.

-=o0/&\0o=-

While Dimitri had been driving back to his apartment, Rose had called Lissa.

"So, Liss, you'll cover for me about last night? And you can't tell them where I was, okay?" Rose asked.

"You know that I've got you, Rose. And it's never going to be anywhere near as bad as Andre was, anyways," Lissa told Rose, "Mom and Dad Mazur are getting off easy, compared to my parents. So, are you going to tell me who you were with at the party last night? Or what happened? I know it wasn't Jesse, because I've already seen him this morning."

"Wait, where did you see Jesse?" Rose asked.

"I went into Seven Eleven to pick up a slurpee this morning and Jesse was there looking all bruised up and buying a bag of ice."

Rose tried to stifle a laugh. "Yeah, it wasn't Jesse, Lissa, but I'm not sure I should tell you who it is yet." Rose gave Dimitri a meaningful look.

Dimitri gave Rose a small head-shake and Rose said, "But he did rock my world last night. And he's taking me to his place to make breakfast for me."

"He has his own place?" Lissa asked.

"He shares it with a roommate, but yeah."

"Huh, he must be another college guy, then. I don't know what it is with you and the older guys, Rose. I'm just glad you were never into Andre."

"That's because Andre is such a player. And because Andre is the one who introduced me to Adrian."

"So, is it serious with this guy, Rose? Or is he just helping you get your libido under control?"

"I think it's actually pretty serious, Lissa. He asked me to be his girlfriend."

"And did you accept?" Lissa asked.

"Yes."

"How do you feel about him?"

Rose looked at Dimitri again. "Liss, I really care about him."

"Then, I'm happy for you, Rose. And I trust your judgment about him. For now. But as soon as you're willing to tell me who it is, I want to have a talk with this guy. No one gets to be my sister's boyfriend without my approval."

"When the time is right, I'll tell you, Lissa. And you can grill him all you want then. He's a good guy, I promise."

"He better be," Lissa replied, as Dimitri's Camaro pulled into the parking structure.

"Listen, Liss, we're here at his apartment, so I've gotta go. I'll talk to you later - okay?"

"Okay. I love you, Rose. Bye."

"Love you, Liss," Rose said, ending the call, then, turning to Dimitri, said, "We're not going to be able to keep this from her for long, Comrade."

"I know," Dimitri said, as they both got out of the car, "I think we just need some time to figure this out. It wasn't like I planned last night to come home with you this morning. Or at all, for that matter. If anything, you're the one who has had this relationship more planned out."

"After that first time, I'm flying by the seat of my pants as much as you are, Comrade. I wasn't even sure that was going to work, you know?"

"So, you just took your bra and panties off on a whim?" Dimitri asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Okay, so maybe it was a little premeditated. But I wasn't sure I was ever going to get that far. And I sure wasn't planning on being with you last night. Play your cards right, though, Comrade, and I may never wear panties again." Dimitri couldn't help but groan at her response, pulling his keys out to open the apartment door.

"If Ivan is here, let me deal with him for a few minutes, okay, Roza?" he asked.

Rose nodded and Dimitri unlocked the door.

"Ivan!" he called out. There was no reply and Dimitri took off his coat and hung it up. "May I take your coat, Roza?" he asked and Rose handed over her jacket. Dimitri made a quick circle around the apartment and then told Rose, "It looks like Ivan's not here. I'm going to send him a text."

"Okay," Rose replied.

Dimitri typed out: Where are you, брат? (bro)

Dimitri told Rose, "Have a seat at the table or wherever you'd like. I'm going to start warming up the pans." Dimitri began getting pans and ingredients out and preheating the burner on the stove. He was expecting a text reply back from Ivan, but instead, his phone began ringing.

"Ivan," Dimitri said, as he answered the phone, "What's up?"

"If I had to guess," Ivan said, "You are. Because you didn't come home from Adrian's frat party last night. Are you home yet?"

"I actually just got home, Ivan."

"Did you get laid last night?" Ivan asked.

"The events of last night are not a conversation to have over the phone. I'll be glad to talk with you about that when you get here, though. How soon can you come home?" Dimitri asked, knowing that if he wanted Ivan to come, Ivan would stay away for longer than if Ivan thought he was being avoided.

"Not for at least a couple hours," said Ivan, "I'm supposed to be having 'brunch' in a few minutes."

"Okay. Talk to you when you get home in a couple hours, then?" asked Dimitri.

"Sure, I'll see you then. Bye, Dimka."

"Do svidaniya," Dimitri replied, and then clicked the end button. He put the phone in his pocket and turned to see Rose sitting on the edge of the countertop, no longer wearing his t-shirt over her very revealing top. Dimitri found himself letting out a soft growl at the sight of her, then moved to stand in-between her legs, lacing the fingers of one of his hands into her hair and clutching her hip with the other. The short counter was almost exactly the height of Dimitri's tall inseam, lining up Rose's center right in front of his manhood. As he pulled her in closer, Rose wrapper her legs around his waist and began grinding her hips against him. Dimitri tilted Rose's head back and moved his mouth to her neck, gently grazing her sensitive skin with his teeth, earning an appreciative moan from Rose.

"I think I better make breakfast before our food is completely forgotten," Dimitri told Rose.

"Are you sure?" she asked him, as he moved back to a mixing bowl he had set out.

Dimitri smiled. "No. Not at all."

-=o0/&\0o=-

As the third blini came out of the pan, Dimitri moved it to the plate and handed Rose a cup of hot chocolate. Dimitri and Rose had been talking the whole time and she had found herself awe-struck by how capable of a cook Dimitri was and by how absolutely alluring he looked, just standing there working with his hands with his sleeves rolled up. Despite staying in the kitchen with him the whole time, Rose had no idea when he had even made the hot chocolate, but took the cup. It was warmer than she had expected, so she blew across the top.

"Here," offered Dimitri holding out a bowl of fresh chocolate whipped cream, "I made it for filling the blini, but it makes the hot chocolate taste better and helps it to cool faster." As soon as Rose handed over her cup, Dimitri topped it off with an obscene amount of whipped cream, and then finished it off with a sprinkle of something brown on top.

"What's that brown stuff on top?" Rose asked, sniffing the cup, then taking a cautious sip.

"Just an extra dash of cocoa mix," he told her, picking up his own cup and drinking half of it in one gulp. He couldn't help but notice as Rose took a moment to moan at the taste of her own hot chocolate and then lick the whipped cream off of her full, soft lips. "The real secret, though, is that I doubled the amount of cocoa in the cup. It's nothing like hot chocolate in Russia, though. I miss it. In Russia, the hot chocolate is almost like a warm pudding. I can't duplicate my Mama's recipe, though, no matter how many times I've tried."

"Your family really means a lot to you, doesn't it, Comrade?" Rose asked.

"Yes," Dimitri replied, looking at Rose. The two shared a meaningful look for a moment, then Dimitri told Rose, "It will be a few more minutes on these blini. I'd better focus on them for a little longer. But after we eat, I'm all yours, milaya."

"What's that word mean, Dimitri?" Rose asked.

Dimitri laughed. "I didn't even realize I called you that. It doesn't actually translate directly. It's sort of like calling a girl 'honey' or 'dear' or 'sweetie', though."

"I like it. So what's the male equivalent, then? What would I call you?"

Dimitri flipped another blini onto the plate. "In Russian?" he asked, eyeing her meaningfully. Rose gave a curt nod. "No one's ever called me anything like that in Russian, even when I was in Russia. Maybe kotik, which means kitten, or malish, which is sort of like saying baby?"

Rose gave Dimitri her man-eating grin and said, "I like it, malish."

Dimitri smiled and said, "Here, the blinis are ready now," handing her a plate of blini filled with chocolate cream, "Try them.." Dimitri pulled out a fork from the drawer beside the dishwasher and handed it to Rose.

Rose used the fork to break off a piece and put it in her mouth, moaning every bit as loud as she had during her earlier orgasm and letting her eyes slide shut in bliss. To Rose, Dimitri's food tasted better than anything she'd ever eaten.

Dimitri told Rose, "Milaya, you'd better finish your food quickly because I can't take much more of you moaning like that in that outfit if we both want to keep our clothes on."

"If you want to make me food like this, you can keep me naked anytime you want," Rose replied, speeding up her eating, but quietly moaning with another of her bites.

Dimitri turned off the burner and began putting ingredients away in the refrigerator, then turned to Rose. "Take off your costume, Roza," he told her, "Now."

Rose hadn't finished her blini plate, but she wasn't going to question the tone in Dimitri's voice. She set her plate down on the counter and stood, then pulled the costume over her head. Dimitri took it and threw it out of the kitchen.

"Now sit," Dimitri commanded, pointing to where she had been sitting on the counter. Rose hopped back up and Dimitri took the spoon out of the bowl of whipped cream and scooped it, then applied a dollop of the frigid whipped cream to each of Rose's nipples. Rose fought off a shiver as the whipped cream was applied, and then Dimitri stood back to look at her.

"God, you're beautiful," he told her, then brought his body back closer to hers. Dimitri cupped Rose's breast with his hands, leaned down, and began slowly licking the cold whipped cream from her. As his warm tongue made contact with her nipple, Rose let out a deep moan. Dimitri swirled his tongue around Rose's nipple, licking it completely clean without closing his mouth over it, then moved to the other breast.

Rose let her eyes slide closed again and leaned back, using her arms to support herself. "Dimitri," she hissed, as he let his warm mouth finally close over her cold but hardened peak, sliding one hand down to cup his hardened manhood between them.

Dimitri let out a throaty groan as Rose's hand gave him a gentle squeeze. "You will be the death of me, Roza," he told her.

Rose began giving him gentle pumps with her hand as he flipped his tongue around the nipple in his mouth. "Comrade," she gasped, "Pants. Off. Now."

Dimitri unfastened his button as Rose pulled down his zipper, then Dimitri lowered both his pants and his boxers down to his knees. Dimitri easily lined himself up against Rose's slit as soon as his pants were down.

Finding her already wet and wanting, he immediately plunged deep into her earning a surprised gasp. Rose's gasp quickly turned into more moans as Dimitri began thrusting his hips into her quickly and almost violently, mouth still latched to her hard nipple. Rose moved her hands to squeeze the muscles of Dimitri's firm backside, feeling every thrust of his hips. He moved his mouth up along her body, murmuring 'Roza' against her skin with each penetration, all the way up to the sweet spot on the side of Rose's neck. Within moments, Dimitri felt Rose's walls clamping down on him and he joined her in tumbling over the edge, bellowing out, "Oh, Roza!" at the top of his lungs.

Rose felt herself beyond words, capable only of panting and gasping in pleasure as she rode out the wave of her climax, clutching onto Dimitri to keep herself upright.

"Roza," Dimitri intoned, kissing her neck and cheek gently, "I know I took you away from your breakfast. Did you want to finish your blinis?"

Rose, still breathless, nodded briskly, then said, "Can I have your shirt or something, though? It's really cold in here."

Dimitri stepped back, pulled up his pants, unbuttoned his shirt, and took it off, putting it around Rose's shoulders. "Here you go, milaya." He kissed her forehead lovingly, as Rose slipped her arms into the sleeves. Rose fastened up the buttons and then picked up her plate of blinis and finished eating them.

"So, Comrade, what are we going to do about Ivan when he gets here?" Rose asked.

Dimitri looked at the clock on the microwave. "I'll deal with that," he said, "but we have an hour or two before he arrives. Did you want to be here when he gets here, or do you want me to take you home?"

"I'd like to be close to you for as long as possible," Rose said, "but I don't want to do anything to jeopardize us being together. I've been reading between the lines that Ivan was part of the reason you told me to see guys my own age after the first time I was here - is that accurate?"

"Yes, Ivan's not just my roommate. Ivan is my lawyer. He warned me that I could be facing some legal issues and risking the possibility of never working again by involving myself with a student, even if you were legally of age and weren't my student."

"So is my being here going to help or hurt?" Rose asked.

"It can only help things to have you here," Dimitri said, "Ivan knows me very well. If he sees us together, I think it will help him to know how strongly I feel about you."

"Then I'm staying," said Rose.

-=o0/&\0o=-

"Comrade, he actually just said 'Montan-y'! Really?" Rose asked, cuddling up to Dimitri on the couch as the video continued to roll, "And are there really five more hours of this story?"

Dimitri held Rose close, saying, "Roza, give it a chance. Lonesome Dove is a great story. Even if the video version is never as good as the book."

"Oh, but look at the cute little piggies following the wagon!" Rose said, motioning to the screen with her hand, "Oh, they're so adorable! I want one!"

"Why?" asked Dimitri, "You don't live on a farm! I know you like bacon and pepperoni, but there are much easier ways to get it."

Rose scoffed. "Not for bacon, Comrade! As a pet! Camille Conta has a pet pygmy potbelly pig. They're very intelligent and affectionate."

Dimitri looked at Rose amused and raised an eyebrow. "Amazing, Roza. Would you eat bacon in front of your pet pig?"

"Of course, I would. The pig wouldn't know what bacon's made of."

"Would you feed bacon to your pet pig? Once it acquires a taste for flesh, it might turn predatory."

Rose looked at Dimitri with her man-eating smile. "If last night is any indication, Comrade, maybe you've developed a taste for flesh?"

Dimitri leaned in, clutching Rose's hip with one hand and running his fingers through her hair with the other, cupping her head as he began nibbling at her neck. "Maybe I have," he told her against her neck, with a chuckle.

As Dimitri was kissing Rose with her back to the door, the apartment door opened and Ivan walked in, seeing only Rose's back, still wearing Dimitri's shirt. "Dimk - whoa, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I'll come back la -" Rose turned around to face Ivan. "Rose!" Ivan's stunned expression was priceless and he couldn't find any more words.

"Hi Ivan," said Rose, looking at him somewhere between a challenge and like the cat that ate the canary.

"Dimitri," Ivan said, acting as if Rose wasn't even in the room and getting more frantic with each word, "Please do not tell me this is what it looks like. Please don't tell me that the reason you didn't come home last night is because you spent the night with Rose."

"Okay, Ivan, I won't tell you that," Dimitri said.

"Alright," said Ivan, calming down slightly, "So tell me what you were doing last night, then."

Dimitri arched an eyebrow and gave Ivan a lopsided grin. "You just told me not to tell you, Ivan."

Ivan pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, inhaling for calm. "Oh, Dimka, this is not good. You're going to lose your job. Once this gets out, you won't be able to teach in this state again."

"So it won't get out, then," Rose said.

Ivan looked up at Rose from under his hand. "You're going to stop seeing each other, then?"

"No, Ivan," said Dimitri, taking Rose's hand in his own, "because I love her."

"And how do you plan to keep this a secret for the rest of the school year? To keep from the other students from finding out? Or to keep the school staff from finding out? Or to keep her fucking parents from finding out, for that matter?"

"We'll have to be careful," Dimitri said, giving Rose a hopeful look, "but I think we can do it."

"And what happens when this goes badly? What if you break up and Rose decides to ruin you, Dimka?" Ivan asked, "One wrong word from her to the wrong person and no amount of hiding and sneaking around now is going to keep people from digging deep enough to discover the truth."

"I would never do that!" Rose exclaimed.

"Are you willing to sign something legally-binding to that fact, Rose?" Ivan asked.

"What do you mean? If there's a legal document, isn't that already legally-binding proof that we are involved?" Asked Rose.

"There's a loophole in Title Nine," Ivan said, "After that first night, I had a feeling this thing with you two wasn't going to die, so I did some research. If you both testify to the fact that you, Rose, were over eighteen and that you were romantically involved with each other before Dimitri started working at St. Vladimir's, on a back-dated document prior to the first day of classes, then as long as Dimitri isn't directly responsible for your grades, you'll be fine."

"Absolutely," Rose said, "I'd definitely sign that."

"I'll draw up a document right now. And I'll throw in a non-disclosure agreement for good measure," Ivan said, adding, "By the way, Dimka, you owe me for six hours of my legal services for this. You get the best-friend discount, so I'm only charging you a five hundred dollars."

"Ivan, brat, that's harsh!"

"A man's gotta eat, Dimka."

"I pay for all of our food! And half the rent!"

-=o0/&\0o=-

Author's Notes:

I wanted to make this chapter a little bit longer, but I know some of you have been waiting for an awfully long time for it and this just felt like a good stopping point. I still have one more chapter to write for Building the Tension (the epilogue), but once I'm done with that, Hot for Teacher will likely become my primary focus. I'm currently trying to get a good solid 4,000-5,000+ word chapter out every two weeks.

Question for all of you: I've seen it a LOT in fan fiction, but I couldn't find an actual book reference. Did Dimitri actually say, "You will be the death of me," or did that just somehow become fan-cannon even though it was never actually said? If he did, which book did he say it in?

For those of you who are interested in following/liking, I've created a facebook page. You can find me at

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(without the spaces). I'm planning to use the page to communicate updates, delays, maybe a few sneak peaks, and possibly some links that I can't put on the actual story. Right now, I've got a poll on the page as to whether you think I should make Hot for Teacher or Playing Adult my main focus (The other story will still be worked on. It's just a question of which one takes priority.) Let me know your thoughts in the comments here if you choose not to go out to Facebook and vote.