Author's Notes:

I don't own V.A.

Mature sexual content

Special thanks to TheBasicBitch, who was nice enough to help edit this chapter for me

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"Where are you going dressed like that?" Janine asked Rose, eyeing the provocative strapless black dress Rose was wearing.

"I have a date tonight. It's not like it's a school night, Mom," Rose replied.

"Are you back with Adrian?" Abe asked, "You know how I feel about that boy. Especially after the way he treated my little girl."

"No, Daddy. I'm not back with Adrian. This is someone else."

Janine asked, "When do we get to meet this boy?"

Lissa whispered to Rose, "And when do I get to find out who he is?"

"We only just started going out," said Rose, trying to evade the whole mess, "It's all really new." A moment later, she said, "Lissa, could you help me finish my hair?"

Lissa nodded and followed Rose to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. In the background, Janine called to Rose, "I expect to meet this boy by Thanksgiving Day in two weeks."

Rose cringed at the thought of how she could possibly introduce her new boyfriend to her parents as she positioned herself in front of the mirror.

"Can you keep a secret?" Rose whispered to Lissa inside the bathroom, beginning to adjust her own hair.

"Anything, Rose," Lissa replied, "You know our sisterhood is more than just a living situation and our parental supervision."

In a rush, Rose relayed, "His roommate is a lawyer who wants a bunch of stuff signed. We are going to have to have you sign a non-disclosure agreement and you've gotta back-date it saying that we were going out before school starts, so I'm kind of violating that by telling you now before you sign, but I trust you. If I tell you now, you'll have to promise to sign it all, though."

"Of course, I'll sign it. So … who, already?!" Lissa whisper-hissed.

"Dimitri," Rose replied. At the blank look on Lissa's face, she added, "Belikov."

The blank look was quickly replaced by eyes the size of saucers and a gaping mouth. As Rose finished fastening the last strand of hair in place, she told Lissa, "With detention, I've been spending hours with him nearly every day. You know that we kept running into each other and we've talked several times outside of school the past few months, but we really finally got 'together', as a couple, at the Halloween party at Adrian's frat. Outside of school, I've talked to Dimitri for hours every day for the past two weeks."

Lissa nodded. "So, it's pretty serious, huh? Like, a real relationship? Not just a passing crush anymore?"

"Liss, I've never felt like this before. There's a bond there I can't explain. There's just no one else like Dimitri."

"Rose, I don't want you to get hurt. He's so much older and more experienced."

"I won't get hurt, Liss. He told me he loves me. And I believe him. He's risking a lot more than I am for this."

Lissa gave Rose a hug. "Just make sure he knows that I will personally see him castrated if he hurts you."

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As Rose and Dimitri entered the restaurant, the dark decor and romantic ambience was almost too much for Rose. She was used to Adrian's expensive tastes in restaurants, but in truth, she would often rather just have a hamburger or pizza. They had arrived at the restaurant early on a Saturday afternoon to avoid crowds and gone to a restaurant thirty minutes out of town.

"We have a four o'clock reservation for Belikov," Dimitri told the hostess, and then to Rose, "I requested a table in the back corner. That should help us to see who else is in the restaurant, and help prevent them from seeing us. I hope that's okay."

Rose smiled and nodded and the hostess directed them to their table, a small booth in the back, with one semi-circle bench seat big enough for two. "Here are your menus. Your waiter will be with you once you've had time to look them over."

"Do they have food I can recognize here? I don't want anything fancy or too expensive," Rose said, as they settled in the booth and she picked up the menu. As soon as it was open, she noticed that they had an entire section devoted to gourmet flatbreads, including one labeled as their most popular that had tomato sauce, fresh mozzarella cheese, pepperoni, and bacon.

"I think you'll find the menu to your liking," Dimitri said, as he put his arm around Rose's shoulders and leaned in to kiss her neck, nibbling on her ear.

"Comrade," Rose breathed, "What are you doing?"

"Just enjoying something I've been wanting to do all week," Dimitri said.

Rose gasped as his tongue traced the pulse point under her ear and Dimitri's hand moved under the table and began trailing up her thigh, sending heat all along her body.

"People can see us," Rose breathed.

"What people? There are no other customers in the restaurant, the waiter and hostess have left the room, and the tablecloth covers everything below the surface of the table." On Dimitri's final word, his hand began trailing across the front of Rose's panties, which were already wet.

Dimitri rasped, "I knew I'd find you wet, milaya."

Dimitri slid Rose's panties aside and began caressing her folds, still kissing her neck and ear with abandon. Against her ear, Dimitri murmured, "If you're worried, just keep your eyes open and let me know if you see the waiter returning."

"Uh … huh ... " Rose moaned out, barely able to focus on his words as he dipped a finger into her core.

"My chlen is so hard for you now, milaya. I can't wait to have it inside you." Rose didn't need to speak Russian to be sure what chlen meant in that context.

A moment later, Rose saw the waiter walking toward the table and told Dimitri. He turned to speak with the waiter, but kept his hand between Rose's thighs. Dimitri calmly placed his order, momentarily stilling his hand, and handed the menu back to the waiter with his other hand, then turned to Rose.

"I'll have the," Rose began, feeling Dimitri's fingers circling her button with her wetness, "flatbread." Rose's voice was slightly higher on the last syllable as Dimitri hit a particularly sensitive spot.

"Which flatbread, ma'am?" the waiter asked.

"The … popular one," Rose replied, slightly breathless.

The waiter gave her a curious look. "The popular one?"

"She's a little flustered," Dimitri replied, grinning slyly, "My girlfriend is not used to this sort of more formal restaurant."

"Ah," said the waiter, nodding, "Perhaps, you could show me on the menu, then?"

Rose opened the menu to the flatbread page as Dimitri's fingers continued working in and out of her core and pointed much more forcefully than she had intended at the pepperoni and bacon flatbread.

"Very good, ma'am, and to drink?" he asked.

Knowing what Rose liked, Dimitri was tempted to answer on her behalf, but Rose bit out the word 'Coke' and the waiter was on his way.

As soon as the waiter had left, Rose leaned her head back, closed her eyes, and let out a low moan of pleasure, arching her back and rocking her hips to his hands.

"You know what your moans do to me, Roza," Dimitri said, adding a second finger and resuming kissing her neck. Rose reached her hand to the side and began stroking Dimitri's erect length through his pants.

As Dimitri began to feel Rose's core tightening around his fingers, seconds away from her release, he pulled his hand out.

"Whaaaat … ?" Rose asked, in a lust-fueled daze, "What's happening? What are you doing? Why did you stop?"

"Not yet, Roza," Dimitri said, "I don't want you to come until I'm inside you."

Rose looked at Dimitri like she was going to start crying. "Dimitri, I've already been waiting to be alone with you for days, and now … Now, you're just torturing me. I can't wait until we're back at your apartment, Comrade. That won't be for at least an hour."

Dimitri cocked an eyebrow and told Rose, "I didn't plan to make you wait long, but it is good to be patient. As soon as I know you're ready, Roza, I promise you, this will happen."

Rose pondered his comment, but didn't fully understand it. Dimitri slid his hand up the outside of Rose's thigh, using it to tug her panties down by the waistband. Once they were at her knees, Rose kicked them off and stashed them in her purse and Dimitri's fingers continued their sensual assault on her core, massaging and teasing, pumping in and out.

When Rose began to tighten again on Dimitri's fingers, he held them still, but kept his hand there. Rose was panting and beads of sweat were dripping down her neck and into her cleavage.

The waiter placed the food at the table, blissfully unaware of what was happening underneath it. "Is there anything else I can get for you both?" he asked.

"No," Dimitri said, "That will be all for now. Thank you."

As soon as the waiter walked away, Rose said, "Please, Dimitri. Please. I need you to make me come."

"That was what I was waiting for. Now, you're ready." Moving slowly but purposefully, Dimitri got up from the booth, pulling Rose with him, and headed to the restrooms.

"Where are you taking me?" Rose asked, but then a moment later, Dimitri released her hand outside of the ladies' room.

Dimitri said, "I haven't seen anyone go in there since we arrived, but perhaps you could check?"

Rose gave a light chuckle that Dimitri did not return. After a moment, Dimitri said, "Our food is going to get cold."

Rose looked in Dimitri's eyes and saw the determination laced with desire. She nodded and entered the bathroom, checking under the doors for evidence of feet, then walked back outside.

"Coast's clear," she told Dimitri, holding the door open for him to enter.

Dimitri stepped into the bathroom with Rose and locked the door behind him. Dimitri backed Rose up to the sink and commanded imperiously, "Sit."

Despite her earlier assertion of not wanting to sit on the edge of a sink, this was their best option now. As soon as Rose had sat on the edge of the sink, Dimitri yanked the front of her strapless dress down, revealing both of her breasts to him, and licking each of his thumbs and then cupping both breasts, thumbing each of her nipples roughly.

After capturing Rose's lips with his for a deep and frantic kiss, Dimitri looked her in the eye and said, against her lips, "Roza, I won't lie; this is going to be quick. And rough. But I won't come until you will. And I promise you will love every minute of it."

"Yes," Rose hissed.

All it took was that one word.

Dimitri quickly unzipped his pants and pulled them and his boxers down, entering her in one brutal thrust, all the way to the hilt, his lips meeting hers again. His lips were almost as rough as the rest of his body, fiercely devouring her, occasionally nipping at her tongue.

Dimitri brought one of his hands back to Rose's breast and used the other to cup her ass, using it as leverage to slam himself into her. Dimitri began a punishing pace of thrusting deep into her, forcing his cock deeper with each motion, pistoning his hips against hers. Rose clutched the sink with one hand and the mirrored wall with the other as he pounded her relentlessly, rocking her hips to meet his.

Within moments, Rose was on the edge again, about to topple over. Dimitri pinched her nipple hard and sucked at her tongue as he continued to pummel her with his rigid cock. Dimitri slid his hand down from Rose's breast to her clit and began rubbing furiously.

As Rose began to shatter around him, she whimpered out, trying not to alert the restaurant staff of what was happening. Two more thrusts and Dimitri joined her toppling over the edge, releasing his seed inside her body.

When he was done thrusting into her, the two of them sat still for a moment, just letting the sensation flow through them. Dimitri kissed Rose's lips, then nose, then each of her eyelids, clutching her body close to his with one hand and stroking her cheek gently with the other, all while still buried inside her.

"Roza, I love you so much," he told her, gazing into her deep brown eyes, "I've never been happier than I am when I'm with you and I've never loved anyone like I love you."

"I've never loved anyone like I love you, either, Dimitri," Rose replied, "And I don't think I ever will."

Dimitri kissed her cheek again and said, "We'd better get back out there. Our food will be getting cold."

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Author's Notes:

Be sure to check out my Facebook for the latest details on what I'm up to. I have news there that you won't see in my author notes, as well as previews of upcoming chapters.

The restaurant scene was inspired by a scene in the book Unforbidden by S. R. Watson and Ryan Stacks.