Author's Notes:

You all know that Richelle Mead owns Vampire Academy, right?

I'm feeling the need for some Romitri sexy times with the JUST EVERYTHING going on right now, so there is some mature sexual content ahead

Please forgive typos, missed words, and ill-conceived ideas. No one but me has edited this chapter

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"So, this is really it?" asked Dimitri, as he finished signing the document, passing it to Rose for her to sign.

"It should be a start," said Ivan, "I've got a similar document to have Adrian sign back-dated, so we have an outside witness to the relationship. I'd do it myself, but as your lawyer, it's just best if I'm not also your witness - and if I don't perjure myself if this should ever go to court."

"What makes you so sure he'll sign it?" asked Dimitri. Rose was still flipping through the pages of the document, reading it through instead of immediately signing. Before Ivan could answer Dimitri's question, Dimitri asked, "And Rose, why aren't you signing it?"

"What?" Rose asked Dimitri as she shrugged and flipped another page, "I like to know what I'm signing before I put my signature on it. My father taught me to be cautious with what I put my name on."

Dimitri couldn't stifle a grin at Rose's shrewdness, despite the subject. My beautiful and feisty girlfriend always has a mind of her own, he thought to himself.

"Sydney," said Ivan, as if that one word spoke volumes.

Both Rose and Dimitri looked at him, confusion clear in their eyes. "Sydney?" asked Dimitri, puzzled, "You mean like the city?"

"Sydney Sage is why Adrian will sign it," Ivan said, "That girl who was Adrian's date at the gallery opening. If either of you would've paid attention, Sydney told Mia and I that he had been dating Sydney since the beginning of this semester at Carleton College - more than a week before he brought Rose to Randall's house for the reunion. If Adrian doesn't want Sydney to know that he was still seeing Rose, then he needs to have a good alibi for why Rose was there with him."

Rose went back to reading the document, still half-listening.

"Speaking of Mia at the gallery opening, she knows that Rose and I weren't seeing each other then," Dimitri said, suddenly widening his eyes as he added, "And so do all of the others at the reunion who saw Rose arrive and leave with Adrian!"

"And that's why Adrian makes the perfect cover," Ivan replied, "Between your job and Rose's parents, it makes perfect sense that you and Rose would try to keep it hush-hush and not be open about dating each other with everyone at the reunion. And Adrian makes the perfect connection for the two of you to have met before school started. Mia, however - did neither of you notice how completely trashed she was the night of the gallery opening? She was leaning on my arm all night and I had to literally carry her out! I don't think she remembers who Rose was there with - or if Rose was there at all."

Dimitri let his shoulders slouch as he felt the tension leaving him. Ivan really seemed to have had it all worked out.

"So I can't even tell Lissa until three months after we graduate?" Rose asked, as she pointed to a spot on the page as she looked at Ivan accusatorily, "She's my best friend! And my adopted sister!"

Ivan replied, "If it's really that important to you that you tell her, we can build in an exception clause in an addendum, but if you're going to tell her, I want her to sign something, too. We can't afford to have this get out. High school is like that game, Telephone, where one person tells a secret to another person, who tells another, who tells another. It's risky for anyone else to know. Especially if they don't have anything at stake in keeping it a secret."

Rose nodded and put her signature on the line. "Okay. For now, I don't tell Lissa until three months after graduation. But I won't be held responsible if she finds out on her own."

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As Rose stepped into her first hour History class on Monday morning, Rose could hardly wait for detention. Since Lissa was giving a speech today to be elected for student council president, Rose had the opportunity to be uncharacteristically early to school. She took the opportunity willingly that morning, anxious to see Dimitri as soon as she could.

As she placed her bag down on the desk in Stan's class, her cell phone vibrated. She still had five minutes before class began. Pulling out her phone, she saw 'New text from Woodrow Call' on her screen. Rose smiled as she remembered that was the name Dimitri had used for himself on her phone. She opened the text message just as a second one came in.

There was a teachers' meeting before school this morning. There's going to be an assembly during sixth hour to announce the candidates for student council.

Alto asked Belikov to escort Rose Hathaway to watch the assembly from the balcony alone if she acts out in his class.

Rose grinned as a third message came in. Act out.

"Stan won't know what hit him," she murmured to herself, as she slid her phone back into her pocket and walked up to the front of the room. Stan still hadn't gotten to the classroom, so Rose knew she had to act quick enough that it could be plausible she wasn't trying to get caught, but slow enough that he saw her doing it.

Rose took Stan's chair and flipped it over. "There," she said, as she located the four screws holding the legs in place. Pulling a barrette from her hair, she used it to loosen each of the screws. She looked at the clock. One minute. Stan should already be walking in. Half of the class had seen her messing with his chair, though. Would any of them rat her out?

For once, Rose hoped so.

She glanced at the classroom door. Still no Stan. She took her seat.

The bell rang and Stan still hadn't appeared. A minute later, Stan Alto walked in the door looking more flustered than usual. Rose's phone vibrated against her hip from her pocket. She couldn't risk having the phone confiscated, but she desperately wanted to check it. She knew that the new notification had to be another text from Dimitri.

After Stan walked to the front of the class, he sat on the edge of the surface of his desk instead of the chair. Rose held her breath, waiting for him to sit and dislodge the flimsily-attached legs.

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For the entire class, Stan didn't sit in his chair. Rose had never seen him avoid his chair for so long the whole time she'd been at St. Vladimir's. She didn't want to risk suspension or expulsion, so she knew that she didn't dare to do anything further to provoke his anger.

"Your homework for tonight," Stan said, "Is to read all of chapter four. There will be a quiz on chapter three tomorrow and then we will start on the new chapter right afterwards."

The bell rang and Rose moved to grab her cell phone just as Stan said, "Miss Hathaway, could you please come here?"

The text from Woodrow Call said, Alto was detained by Kirova. Might want to hold off for a few minutes.

"Thanks. Now you tell me," she mumbled to the phone.

"What was that, Miss Hathaway?" Stan asked.

"Sorry," she said, approaching his desk, "I wasn't talking to you."

Stan glowered at her. "Sit, please," he instructed, "In my chair."

Rose hesitantly positioned herself so that it looked like she was sitting, but didn't put any of her weight on the chair.

"You can't, Miss Hathaway - can you?" he asked.

Rose swallowed, not able to make eye contact with him. "No, sir."

"I know what you did to my chair, Miss Hathaway," he said, "You're dismissed. Go to your next class. But don't think this will go unpunished."

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As Rose arrived at the corridor outside of the auditorium for the assembly, she began to worry that Stan had changed his mind about having Dimitri spend the assembly with her. Based on his reaction, this might've gone beyond his idea of 'acting out'.

As she walked towards the auditorium doorway to enter the assembly next to Lissa, Rose felt a hand take hold of her elbow and pull her in the opposite direction.

A familiar heavily-accented voice that sent heat throughout her body said, loudly enough that others around her could hear, "Miss Hathaway, you won't be watching the assembly from the audience today. Come with me. You'll be watching the assembly from the balcony."

Rose let Dimitri pull her towards the balcony and then up the stairs. It didn't escape Rose's notice that Dimitri locked the door behind him and wedged a piece of wood under the handle as they entered the balcony area.

The balcony of the auditorium was directly above the area behind the entrance, at the far rear of the building. It was mostly a storage area, very poorly lit, and had no seating built in, as it was not really made for people to be an audience in it. At the front of the balcony was a worn but sturdy-looking wooden railing that was completely solid with no slats, and about four feet tall. There was an unmanned makeshift lighting booth in the far corner, a set of ancient uncomfortable-looking metal folding chairs stacked on a cart next to the lighting booth, and a set of several foot-tall, sturdy wooden crates near the edge of the railing, probably to allow someone to be able to see over the tall railing while sitting.

"I'd like you to stand here, Roza," Dimitri said, inches from Rose's ear, sending chills up her spine. Dimitri gripped Rose's hips firmly as he directed Rose to stand on top of one of the crates in the center of the railing. Rose looked Dimitri in the eye with a questioning gaze, Dimitri simply rose an eyebrow

As Principal Kirova took the podium on the stage and told the students to quiet down and find their seats, Rose nearly let out a squeak as she felt Dimitri's hands sliding underneath the jacket and tugging the hem of her shirt out from the waistline of the back of her skirt.

Dimitri, standing behind Rose, whispered in her ear, "Fuck, I've missed you so much. Do you want this, Roza?"

Rose nodded, letting out a shaky breath, and Dimitri's fingers slid inside the hem of her shirt, running his calloused yet soft fingers along the skin of her waist. The heat from his fingertips was radiating along her skin and she felt almost as if she could feel it through her whole body.

"Just keep your eyes on the assembly, Roza," Dimitri murmured, so quiet and close to her ear that it sent a shiver up her spine, "It's dark enough up here that the others can't see me, but they can see you. But not well, and only above the railing."

Dimitri's hands crept their way up her skin, across her abs and rib cage, under her fastened jacket where the rest of the auditorium couldn't see them. Rose let out a hiss as his fingertips flitted gently over the bottom of her bra, running along the satiny fabric of the cups.

"I can't tell you how much I love you, milaya. But I can see that I'll have to get rid of this," Dimitri told Rose, as Principal Kirova began giving a speech about student council elections.

Dimitri slowly moved his hands from the bottom of Rose's breasts to the clasp at the back of her bra. In one quick flick of his fingers, the clasp was undone and his hands began moving back to the front. Thanks in part to the low temperature of the auditorium, and in part to the chills Dimitri's proximity had given to her, Rose's nipples were already quite pebbled. She tried not to gasp as Dimitri's warm fingertips skimmed over the overly sensitive buds.

"You feel so good, my sweet Roza," said Dimitri, nudging his hips against her backside to let her feel the hardness that was accumulating, at what Rose suddenly realized was the perfect height to enter her from behind. Rose desperately tried to hold back the moan that was threatening to escape from her lips.

"Can they hear me from up here?" she whispered.

"It depends on how loud you get," Dimitri whispered back, giving each of her nipples a pinch and a gentle tug, causing her to release the moan she'd been trying to hold back, "As long as you aren't above a normal speaking voice, it should be fine. I'd like it if you could try to be quiet, though."

Rose gave another shaky nod. "I'll try."

"I only wish I could see you like this, Roza. Or taste your soft skin. Did you do as you said over the weekend and leave your panties off?" Dimitri asked as he rolled his hips against Rose and continued teasing her erect nipples.

Rose knew Dimitri couldn't see it, but couldn't help smirking at that. "Why don't you find out for yourself, Comrade?" she replied.

Dimitri let one of his hands slide down along Rose's side and around to her back. When his hand continued lower, his fingers gave her ass a light squeeze, then journeyed down to the hem of her skirt. Dimitri began sliding the fabric up until his fingertips met bare skin on the base of Rose's hamstring.

He couldn't help but groan and rested his forehead along Rose's shoulder as his fingers began travelling up her silky, muscular thigh. "Your skin is so smooth," he softly murmured as he reveled in the touch along his fingertips.

As his fingers continued upward, Dimitri also brought them inwards, letting them move between her legs. His touch was almost tracing lines of fire up her sensitive inner thigh and Rose found herself holding her breath, waiting for him to make contact with her most sensitive parts.

When Dimitri's fingers reached Rose's - quite bare - moist center, Rose let out a choked groan and the breath she had been holding. "You're so ready for me," he purred in her ear, allowing the pad of one fingertip to slide slightly into her slit. Rose let out another quiet moan.

"Do you want more than my finger, Roza?" Dimitri asked.

Rose found herself almost weak with need for her incredibly sexy Russian god standing behind her. "Yes," Rose breathed, her voice barely more than a pant for fear that she would yell it out.

As soon as Rose's words were out of her mouth, Dimitri removed both of his hands from Rose's body. Rose turned to look, but Dimitri simply said, "Remember to face the assembly. People may see you."

Rose turned back around to see Lissa taking the podium. Rose had heard Lissa practicing her speech enough that Rose almost knew it by heart. Lissa glanced up at the balcony, seeing Rose and giving her a smile and giving her a thumbs-up. Rose returned a weak smile of her own, still not sure what Dimitri was doing behind her, and offered her own thumbs-up to Lissa.

As Lissa began her speech, Rose felt Dimitri pulling up the back of her skirt and tucking the hem into her waistline. As soon as it was up, she felt the cool air of the room on her exposed buttocks, then Dimitri's left hand cupping one of her cheeks.

"You are so beautiful," he purred, gently rubbing the cheek of her ass. Rose felt Dimitri tugging her legs slightly wider apart and pressing slightly on her back to get her to lean forward against the railing. Rose's pulse was beating in her ears, eagerly anticipating whatever would happen next.

A moment later, Rose felt something thick, hard, and hot, with satiny smooth skin, between her legs and pressing at her entrance. She knew in an instant that it was Dimitri's manhood. He slid it back and forth along her opening and pressed the tip inside her.

"Roza," Dimitri gasped, "you may not be the only one who has difficulty with being quiet. You feel so wet and tight."

Almost surprising herself at her boldness, Rose replied, "Please, just fuck me, Dimitri. I need you now."

Dimitri grinned, letting one hand slide back up inside Rose's shirt to caress her hardened nipples again. "If you're going to put it like that," he said, "then how can I resist?"

Dimitri pushed his hardness inside her, slowly but firmly entering her soft wetness. Rose whimpered at his painstakingly slow pace.

"... and push for the option of more food choices in the cafeteria," Lissa said, "so that students can vote on the foods that appeal most to them."

"Please," Rose breathed to Dimitri, as some of the students cheered and clapped for Lissa, "Faster ... Please."

Dimitri began thrusting in earnest into Rose, letting his other hand drift over to her hip, holding her in place so that he could drive into her harder.

If Rose were at a place where she knew she wouldn't be heard, she would be crying and screaming in pleasure, moaning at the top of her lungs, but here, all she could do was bite her tongue to try to keep herself silent, focusing on how to keep the sounds from coming out.

Dimitri, in a nearly identical situation, was whispering in her ear, "Even after all of the times we've been together - all of the times you've made me come so hard, I can't believe how good you feel wrapped around me, Roza. This is better than all of the times for the past several months that I used to fantasize about having you here, feeling myself inside you. All I want to do is bring you the same pleasure that you bring me. I can barely make it through the day without thinking of being inside you, Roza. It's like your body was made for mine."

With each thrust, Dimitri's tip was brushing Rose in just the right way on the inside, making each moment more intense than the last. As he felt her begin to tighten with anticipation, Dimitri began thrusting harder, pinching relentlessly on her erect nipple.

Lissa continued, ".. and that is why I would like to ask you to vote for me for Student Council president." Rose recognized this as the ending of Lissa's speech and was glad for the chance to cry out as the orgasm began ripping through her body. When everyone began to clap and cheer for Lissa, Rose let herself give a wordless cry.

"I can feel you clenching around me, Roza," Dimitri groaned in her ear as he gave one final intense thrust, "You feel so good. I love you so much!"

Just as soon as his words finished, the cheering and applause died down, giving him just enough time to speak without being heard.

As Dimitri's seed pulsed out of him and into Rose, he held her steady, rocking into her soft, firm body. Once they had both come down from their orgasms, Dimitri pulled out of her and slid back.

A few moments later, as he was helping Rose to get her bra back in place while the next candidate was speaking, he whispered to her, "I'm so glad we had this chance to be together. I didn't even have to work very hard for it, either. Believe it or not, Stan told me that he would wash my car for me if I would bring you up here. What did you do to get him to want to punish you?"

Rose laughed at that. "I unscrewed all of the legs on his desk chair so that it would fall to the ground when he sat on it."

"I'm glad I didn't get on your bad side, Roza. And I can't wait for more time to spend with you after detention, milaya."

"Neither can I," Rose replied, "Neither can I."

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Author's Notes:

Sorry I've been away from this story for a while. I've let the almighty power of social media dictate when and what I publish for a little while here. My main focus is still going to Playing Adult for a few more weeks, but I just couldn't wait to write this one anymore.

If you look out there, I put a preview for this chapter on Facebook (page on profile).

If you are reading this around the time it was originally written, I hope you're all keeping a safe social distance and staying healthy. I've got a child home with me 24x7 right now, so it's interesting to try to find time to write M scenes (I started this chapter over a week ago), but I'm close to finishing up Playing Adult and that should start to appear on the sites soon (as soon as I can find the time to wrap up the final two chapters and have it pre-read).