Hey there beautiful people! Merry Christmas Eve? XD thanks for your reviews on the last one guys y'all are amazing! This one is for the amazing swimming the same deep waters, I hope you enjoy Hun! Also you guys should thank Moni aka let love win for this one, she got me to put down the book that's been keeping me away so I could write this one for you guys! Isn't she amazing? I totally love her. Anyway…I don't own VA I never did.
Summary: White sand and palm trees are Different from the cold nights and Christmas lights Rose is accustomed to at this time of year, but this is Abe's first Christmas with his daughter, and it needs to be a big deal. So to the Caribbean they'll go, and Rose is in for a whole new experience. Is it one she's going to enjoy? Read to find out my lovelies.
A Caribbean Christmas.
If someone had told me a couple months ago that I would've been celebrating Christmas with my parents and boyfriend on a beautiful island in the Caribbean, I probably would've laughed. It just all seemed a little farfetched. I mean I was newly added to the royal guard so I could guard Lissa, and Dimitri was guarding Christian just like we'd planned back at the academy, but still, there was so much shit going on not the least of it being our friends in Palm Springs so they could protect Jill that, I could hardly think of leaving Lissa let alone leave the country.
But Lissa, bless her soul, refused to listen to a word I had to say. She put her queenly foot down and pretty much ordered Dimitri and I out of court the day before Christmas Eve. Hell, she had Mia and god knows who else help her pack our suitcases which I was sure contained an entirely new wardrobe. So, that was how Dimitri and I ended up in the royal's private jet, my mom and dad a few seats away, and in an airport hours later.
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As my eyes opened slowly, I couldn't help the uncharacteristic smile that slid onto my face. Golden sunshine streamed in through the window, Dimitri lying next to me, his arms wrapped around me as he looked at the sun, a smile on his beautiful face. Somewhere in the distance, birds sang, beautiful and exotic. My smile only grew as I breathed in Dimitri's familiar scent and the salty ocean air wrapping around me, and from downstairs the smell of breakfast.
"Morning beautiful," Dimitri said softly and I snuggled deeper pressing a peck to his lips as I slowly pulled back trying to untangle myself from his arms. He wasn't having it though and pulled me right back down. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I smell food." I said giggling. "Breakfast beckons my love." He shook his head and showered my face with kisses only making me giggle more and squeal like a school girl as he swept me up.
"Finally," My father said looking up from the morning paper, in a flashy suit as usual, a silk scarf, purple today, wrapped around his neck. "I was starting to think you guys were going to be in bed all day."
"Old man aren't you hot in that?" I asked rolling my eyes at what he was wearing. I was wearing shorts and Dimitri's shirt and I was hot, but he shook his head. "And you're interested in what's in the human news?" He shrugged and I rolled my eyes yet again.
"Mom are you sure this man is my father?" I asked turning to look at her. She was flipping pancakes, Christmas themed I noticed, but she looked over and smiled.
"Positive Rosemarie." She said and I groaned.
"Don't call me that, mom." I said more out of habit than anything else. I mean I still hated my full name, still much preferred the shortened version of it, but I wasn't really looking for a fight. How could I, when I was seeing a whole new side of Janine Hathaway? I mean I couldn't even remember the last time she had cooked me anything, and now she wasn't just cooking me pancakes, she was cooking me Christmas themed pancakes.
Not only that, but she was more at ease here and, I decided I liked this side of her. Our relationship was by no means perfect, but ever since Lissa's coronation it was on the mend. I was willing to bet everything that my father had a hand in that, they were working on their own relationship as well, and he seemed to ground her in the way that Dimitri grounded me.
Dimitri went over to help her make plates and I just nodded, letting it go this time. My dad flashed me a grin.
"I've got something that you have to try." He said to me while my mother and Dimitri struck up a conversation.
"What is it?" I asked lifting my brows. "It's not vodka is it? Because if it is I think I'll pass. I'm not ready to drink that rocket fuel again."
"Again?" He asked giving me one of those fatherly looks I was quickly growing accustomed too. I rolled my eyes.
"Not important old man." I said both because it really wasn't and I didn't exactly feel like talking about that bond fire back in Russia. He must have seen something in my eyes because he just nodded and pointed to a steaming pot on the stove.
"That's hot cocoa." He said. I opened my mouth, ready to tell him that I'd had hot cocoa before, not just hot cocoa but cocoa made by Dimitri, but he shook his head. "Not the regular hot cocoa you're used to. This is actual chocolate, just trust me and try it." I nearly pointed out that seeing as how he was known as zmey I probably shouldn't be trusting him for anything, but it was my mother's nod of agreement that had me grabbing a cup and going over to the stove.
And as it would turn out, I would instantly fall in love with the chocolaty deliciousness of the stuff that the powdered stuff I'd grown used to just didn't provide, and then become addicted. I would have to buy some of this and take it home with me, I thought and Dimitri grinned as if he could read my mind.
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, just us relaxing on the beach, even my father going out in the sun as if it didn't bother him at all. But at some point, probably when his moroi skin had had enough of the raging Caribbean sun, he and my mother disappeared, and I took that as my opportunity to pounce on Dimitri. My lips found his as he gripped my ass, our tongues tangling in a dance that only we knew, and that was basically how we spent the rest of the day. I honestly couldn't ask for anything quite as perfect as being wrapped up in him on an island where the sun was so hot that even when it set strigoi wasn't something we had to worry about. Because seriously, what vampire who would incinerate on the spot at the first rays of the sun would want to live on an island like this? My guess was none, and if the word of the adorable couple my father rented the house from was anything to go on, my guess was right. That was probably the only reason we were all so at ease here, and I made a mental note to thank both my parents and Lissa for this, because it was honestly the best Christmas present I could've ever asked for.
Later that night, I was again hit by the true beauty of this place. Because as the sun went down, the Christmas lights came on, and they weren't just on people's houses. No, they were on the palm trees too and on the potted plants that sat on the deck of the beach house we were staying at.
And ok, yes, I lived in America, I was use to magical Christmas lights, but this-this took all of that to a whole new level. The lights made everything look extra magical, the white sand beneath our feet glittering like crystal, the waves that crashed on the shore rippling and glittering too as the water was illuminated by the moonlight and those tiny sparkly lights. And when the locals came out with their instruments, maracas and mandolins and guitars and violins, and ones I had never seen before like the string bass commonly called the box bass by the locals, the cuatro, an instrument similar to the ukulele, and a whole lot of other percussion instruments, some going as far as to bring bottles and spoons into the mix, when they started singing in Spanish, I decided that maybe white Christmases weren't as magical as I thought.
"Well we're not in Kansas anymore," I said softly. Dimitri chuckled and rolled his eyes at me but he did nod. And it wasn't long before he was dancing with me to that beautiful music, my parents doing the same a few feet away.
The festivities continued into the early hours of the morning. Hell, there was food and drinks, curried duck and chicken, turkey and homemade bread, fruit cake with enough rum that a few slices had me feeling tipsy. But it was the ponch de crème, a drink made from milk, eggs, spices and rum that got me drunk. You see, one glass was hardly enough but as I reached for my next glass, I couldn't remember how many glasses this was, Dimitri shook his head at me.
"Oh come on comrade," I said reaching for it again very nearly falling onto my face and giggling loudly. He shook his head again and I whined. "Please last one I promise." I pleaded pouting. He rolled his eyes, but he let me have it.
That really was the last glass, because after that glass it was like something had set my blood a flame. All I could think about was Dimitri, he and I tangled in the bed, on the floor, anywhere really. I was all riled up suddenly, my body heating up and as he looked into my eyes, I knew he saw it. His hand on mine as he led me back to the house somehow made me want to rip his clothes off and no, I didn't think we were making it back to the house. I was too wet for that, every step feeling like an eternity, every second he wasn't touching me too long.
I'm not sure how exactly we ended up in the ocean, but the next thing I knew, I was somehow pressed up against a huge ass rock and Dimitri was fucking me senseless water splashing around us. My legs were wrapped around his hips my head tilted back against the rock, screams of his name leaving my lips. Thankfully my moans and screams were drowned out by the music on the beach, but in that moment I honestly didn't care. It was like the rum in that drink had turned the blood in my veins to fire, swept me up on a tide of lust so powerful that it drowned out everything else.
And when I at last found release, Dimitri cumming with me, it was all encompassing and intense and I was left panting and clinging to Dimitri my body humming in pleasure. He held me until we could both breathe again, until we could find the energy to move again, and then he took me back to the house. I think he put me in a bath, but I honestly didn't remember. The next thing I did remember however, was him waking me up with soft kisses, the sun high in the sky, and presents.
Thoughts guys? Also does anyone want to come spend Christmas in the Caribbean? Because that's really what it's like you know. That drink Rose had is real too, it's made with rum that's even stronger than vodka and I should know…not because I've had it but because I live in the Caribbean. Anyway, give me your thoughts guys!
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Roza
