Hey, guys! Thank you so very much for all the reviews, follows and faves! You sure know how to make a girl's day don't you? I'm already loving the response that I'm getting. So I know I said the next update would've been sometime next week, but I didn't go to school today because I'm coming down with some nasty bug, so as sick as I am, I typed this up for you all! It's short compared to my usual stuff, but these are going to vary in length.
Summary: We all know that Rose can't cook, but what happens when she uses a recipe? Will she be able to surprise her comrade with a homemade breakfast? Or will she have to run down to the doughnut shop? Romitri fluff, yay!
Remember these are not edited so any mistakes are mine.
I don't own VA, but I sure wish Dimitri was mine, he would've been able to make me feel better…
Rose: "Hey! I'm the only person he's ever going to make feel better!"
A Merry Burnt Breakfast.
Before the smoke alarm could blare it's warning and wake the hunky Russian currently sleeping in my bed, I had every window in the kitchen open and a fan in hand so I could blow out the smoke. Once most of it was gone, I set the fan down and grabbed the pan from on top of the stove. Sighing dejectedly, I scraped the burnt pancakes into the trash and tried to scrub the pan clean.
Why the hell had I wanted to make breakfast again? Oh yeah, that's right, because it was just a few days short of Christmas and I wanted to surprise my Russian boyfriend with Christmas themed pancakes. I should've known it was hopeless, I mean really I did not even cook. Dimitri was the reason we had food in this house, without him I would surely starve.
Even with all the odds stacked high against me, I still wanted to make him breakfast. This was the third time I'd burnt the dam pancakes. Maybe I really should just give up.
Wait, what was I saying? Rose Hathaway didn't just give up, if I could find a way to bring Dimitri back from a strigoi, then surely I could make pancakes. My determination now renewed, I rummaged through the cupboards for supplies. Finding what I needed, I grinned and once again mixed the batter.
This time I was careful and stuck exactly to the recipe I'd gotten from Christian. I didn't put in anything extra that is until it came to the chocolate chips. I put in a little extra, and even ate quite a few. When I was satisfied with my batter, I poured a little of it into the pan and this time, I didn't stray from my spot in front of the stove. Slowly, carefully, I flipped pancake after pancake, and didn't burn a single one.
When I'd made enough, I set 2 stacks onto the tray, sliced some fruit, and poured Dimitri's coffee into a mug. I made sure to be gentle with the tray as I lifted it, and then I stopped. What if they were horrible? Would Dimitri tell me? Probably not, so better to put something else on the tray. Something that I didn't make.
I didn't know what at first. Should I go out and get some doughnuts? Then I remembered what we had stored in the fridge. Olena and the rest of the Belikovs had been here just a few days ago and had made us black bread. With a smile, I buttered a couple slices and then popped them in the toaster.
When the toaster dinged, I took the bread out and added it to the tray. Feeling more satisfied than I thought I would, I carefully lifted the tray and headed up the stairs to mine and Dimitri's room.
Dimitri was lying on his back, his muscular chest on view for my eyes only. His hair spilled out over the pillow, and he looked so cute that I hesitated before waking him. One look at the tray in my hand and I wanted nothing more than to do just that.
Setting it down on the table beside the bed, I climbed into bed beside Dimitri. I gently brushed a lock of his silky hair off his cheek and pressed a kiss to his lips.
"Wakey, wakey, comrade." He grumbled something I didn't understand, obviously spending far too much time with me and turned away. I wasn't having any of that, though. I started kissing my way down his neck and he groaned my name.
"Come on, baby." Dimitri turned his head bringing our lips together and I couldn't help the smile that crept onto my face.
"Mmm Roza, if you wake me up like this every day, I might just have to put a ring on it," That made me giggle. For a while Dimitri's mom had been hinting at us getting married despite my claims that there needed to be a 2 in front of my age before that happened.
"I made breakfast," I said hesitantly." Dimitri looked up surprised, and I couldn't blame him. He saw the look on my face and was quick to reassure me.
"H-how is it?" I asked when Dimitri had taken a piece of pancake. He stared at me for a long time saying nothing as he slowly chewed.
"Why don't you try it?" He said after a long pause. Before I had a chance to answer, Dimitri had placed a piece of pancake between my lips. I froze.
"Um, comrade?" I said slowly. Dimitri looked at me, trying to hide a smile. "Am I just hungry, or did that actually taste good?" This time Dimitri laughed fully and I felt butterflies take flight in my stomach.
"Yes Roza, it did actually taste good." He said. I didn't care, I let out a squeal that sounded suspiciously like one Lissa would let loose, and Dimitri and I ate the rest of our breakfast in a comfortable silence.
Did I hear somebody say fluff? :D How are we feeling? Review and tell me, reviews could make anything better...
Review lovelies and Dimitri will bring you breakfast in bed and wake you with kisses ;)
XXX
Roza
