Hello hello!
I would like to start by crediting direct quotes/plotlines to Richelle Mead. It is a base for the first chapter, the second will be complete creation of my own.
I hope I do this first bit justice!
P.s. I am the only one to edit this chapter.
Lissa!
I stood up from my place as my mind raced. Something was wrong with Lissa. I frantically pondered over what I could do to help what the thought hit me like a boulder.
Dimitri.
Of course! Dimitri could help Lissa!
I practically ripped the door off the hinges to get to him and as I approached his voice repeated in my head, over and over.
Dimitri, Dimitri, Dimitri.
I made my way towards his room, my body and soul starting to burn the closer I got to him. But the closer I got to him, the less I could remember why I was going to him. Something was wrong but I couldn't remember what. It didn't take long for me to get to the staff wing and it was far too easy to get to his room. Once I found the right one my fist came down on the wood heavily, beating it to alert him I was there.
After a few minutes of banging and the door swung open, wide brown eyes meeting mine.
"Rose?"
"It's Lissa, let me in!" I exclaimed as a short burst of memory ran through me. Yes! Lissa, something was wrong with Lissa. He opened the door and I pushed past him, my eyes flicking over the room. He must have been in bed, or asleep because the covers were rumpled and the bedside lamp was on. I turned back to look at him and realized that he was just in sweatpants, no shirt in sight.
Wow, his chest and abs were magnificent.
"Rose? What's wrong with Lissa?!" Dimitri asked, crossing his arms over his chest. I blinked a few times, but being this close to him, I couldn't remember. All I could think about was him. I shook my head slightly trying to clear the haze from my mind but I couldn't. The space between us was small, maybe a foot. I looked up at him and tried to voice what was wrong, but all I could think about now was how much I wanted to kiss him.
Dimitri's arms came down from his chest and I leaned towards him. Our height difference wasn't helpful, so I went for what was closest; his chest. I didn't make it that far though.
"Rose!" Dimitri exclaimed. "What are you doing?" He stepped back from me but I took a step towards him, closing the distance again.
"What do you think?"
Dimitri put his hands up as if to push me away but I stepped around them, closing the gap between us.
"Are you drunk?"
"Don't I wish."
It was like an awkward dance. He moved back and I moved towards him.
"I don't know what is going on, but you need to go back to your room," Dimitri said, reaching out to grab onto my wrist. But the moment he did it was like something came alive in me. And I knew that he felt it too because I watched his demeanour change. He went from wanting me to leave to his fingers sliding up my wrist, pulling me closer to him.
My eyes met his and I could see longing and want there, much more clear than I had ever seen it before. I had thought I had seen flickers of it before, but this was something new altogether. Dimitri's other hand came to my waist, pulling me closer to him and his other hand run up my arm and to my neck. His hand finally found purchase in the curls of my hair. His skin was hot against me and he gently tilted my head up to his, his lips brushing against my lips softly.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" I asked quietly, so quietly that it came out as a whisper against his lips.
Dimitri pulled back and his dark gave was making my heart flutter despite it being so serious.
"I think you're beautiful," he whispered. "So beautiful that it hurts me."
His lips came down to mine again, gently at first but growing in intensity. Soft brushed became hard and hungry as my hands wandered up to his damp hair, his slipping down my body to my hips. My skim broke into goosebumps as his fingers danced over my thighs and bunched the hem of my dress in his hands. I melted into his embrace as he pulled my dress higher, pulling it over my head before throwing it to the grown.
"You got rid of that fast. I thought you liked it?" I panted.
"I do like it," he said, "I love it."
His lips crashed down against mine as he lifted me into his arms, cradling me to him as he carried me to his bed. We crashed onto the covers, clinging to each other's as our lips moved against one another's, our hands gripping each other. I pulled my head back to breathe as his lips travelled my neck, whispering my name over like a prayer. Roza, Roza, Roza.
My body arched against his as his lips brushed my collarbone, rubbing against him deliciously as he pulled one of my legs to rest on his hip. Despite the horrid rumours, I had never gone this far with anyone before. It was foreign to me but my body was trembling with nervous excitement. And I wanted this, here with him. His lips found mine against and I wrapped my fingers into his hair, running my tongue over his lips and gained access to his mouth.
I hitched my other leg around his waist and pulled him flush against me, moaning softly as the bulge in his pants rubbed against my core. IT shot a jolt of pleasure shot through me and he responded with a moan of his own. He pulled away and stroked my cheek softly, his eyes searching mine intently. He must have seen my decision because a small smile crossed his lips before he pecked my lips and sat up. I followed him and reached behind me to unclasp my bra, pulling it off and tossing it to the floor.
The intensity of his gaze made my skin pucker and in a momentary second of nervousness, my hands came up to cover my chest. His hands met mine halfway and he gently pushed my hands away. His hands were slow as they brushed my newly bare skins, his fingertips grazing the sides of my breasts as I laid back down. His hands travelled further down and slid my panties down my legs slowly, his eyes holding mine as he did so.
My breathing hitched as I kicked them off and his hands went to the waistband of his pants. I bit my lip as he got off the bed and pulled them off. I kept my eyes on his as he did so before letting my eyes move down his body. He really was a work of art, a modern-day Adonis. His chest was broad and muscular, his abs hard and sculpted, his hips narrow and firm.
I felt every bit the virgin I was my eyes finally laid on his manhood, standing proud against the patch of hair there. He smiled sweetly at the blush that rose to my face and got down on the bed with me, hovering over me again. I shivered when his member brushed against my core and he kissed my lips gently.
It felt like my body had come to life as his hand moved down my body, the gentle brush making me squirm as his fingers got closer to my sodden core. I gasped which made him growl in appreciation, his fingers rubbing me delicately, making my body arch towards him again. My toes curled as he sunk a finger inside me, rubbing and thrusting slowly. I had never felt any kind of pleasure like this before and I didn't want it to stop. I panted in excitement as Dimitri held my gaze, gauging my reaction carefully before sliding another finger inside, making a moan escape me. My head tilted back against the pillow as my eyes fluttered closed and I gave over the feeling of his body against mine, his finger working delicately.
My core began to tighten and I whimpered, not wanting this feeling to stop. I whimpered again as Dimitri withdrew his fingers and he chuckled quietly at my protest. He shifted his weight over me and opened my legs further to accommodate him. I licked my lips as I met his eyes again and I smiled timidly at him. I wasn't positive if he knew that he would be my first, but I hoped that it wouldn't matter to him either way.
I stretched my head up and kissed him as he brought his cock to my entrance, slowly pressing into me. I whimpered against his mouth as he stretched me, and my fingers dug into his biceps as he tore through my innocents. He stopped for a few moments, whispering sweet nothing to me as I got accustomed to him, and he kissed my cheeks and lips tenderly until I nodded for him more again.
There wasn't so much pain as there was pressure, but as he slowly rocked against me that pressure diminished, and pleasure blossomed. I couldn't find enough places to hold onto him as we moved together slowly, my arms looped around his neck, his hand gripping my hip to anchor himself to me, his forehead against mine. His breath fanned over my face in controlled pants and it made me dizzy with contentment. I felt whole and happy and like I was floating on a cloud.
"Roza," he moaned as I tilted my hips and he slid further into me. A squeal of excitement bubbled in my throat and his lips moved along the column of my throat, his hips moving against mine faster. I rocked my hips up the right way and rolled both of us over, my hands coming to rest on his chest. The feeling was different like this. It felt deeper and rolled my hips against his, gasping as he brushed over a spot inside me that made my toes curl. I looked down at him in surprise only to find a cocky smirk on his face as his hands came to my waist, settling just under my breasts.
"This is a view I could get used to," he breathed. I smirked, leaning down to kiss him as I lifted my hips experimentally. I felt victorious at the moan he made and moved my hips again, wanting to draw another from his lips. I ripped my lips away from his as I got into a better position, bouncing up and down at a quick pace.
Dimitri's hands moved up and cupped my breasts, squeezing them and playing with my nipples. My head titled back, and I cried out to the heavens as my core started to tighten.
"Oh Roza, let go. Cum Roza," Dimitri moaned as his hips thrusted up, meeting my mine roughly. I could feel myself growing tense and my body felt like it was clenching up, like a bottle ready to explode. All it took was Dimitri to thrust into me again and the rough hair to rub against my clit for me to shatter.
"Dimitri!" I screamed as stars exploded behind my eyes. Dimitri followed almost instantly, and guttural moan in the form of my name coming from him, his seed spilling into me. I could barely hold myself up as I crash down onto his chest, his arms coming around me protectively.
I could hear Dimitri's heart beating heavily in his chest and I panted quickly, tilting my head up to face him. His eyes were shut and a look of pure bliss was on his face. My movement roused him and he looked down at me.
Looking up at him all I could think that he was beautiful, and I stretch up to kiss him lazily, humming quietly as his hand cupped my cheek. Our kiss wasn't long as I pulled away to breathe again, getting lost in his eyes. They were so warm and captivating, but there was something there that I couldn't put my finger on exactly. But it made my heart swell up.
Dimitri's hand moved into my hair and I winced when I realized that my necklace was caught in my hair. I sat up in Dimitri's lap and he followed, pulling my hair to the side gently before trying to free my hair from the clasp.
He was successful in doing so, but the claps broke as well. And it was like a bucket of ice water had be dumped over both of us. The burn and pull that I felt was gone, and the urgent matter that brought me here came to the forefront of my mind.
"Lissa! She's been abducted!" I exclaimed as I brought a hand to my lips.
I looked at Dimitri but another realization came to him. His eyes widened as he really took in our positions and he adverted his gaze from me, gently pulling me out of his lap and tucking the sheet around him.
I pulled the blanket up to my chest as I remembered I was naked and watched his dress quickly before he tossed my dress at me.
"Get dressed," he said stonily, not looking at me. I hurried to put my panties and dress on and accepted the sweater Dimitri offered me before we both bolted from his room.
A lust charm. That's what Dimitri called it. Victor had laced the necklace he gifted me with a potent lust charm. We were able to find Lissa in the nick of time, but Victor had got away before we could have arrested him. I was surprised (but thankful) that he left Lissa behind.
Lissa had just been released from the infirmary this morning and I was on my way to find her when I ran into someone else instead. Dimitri.
Who had been avoiding me for four days since that night.
He stopped a few feet in front of me, his face void of any emotion as he looked at me. Despite being upset that he was avoiding me, I blushed at the intensity of his gaze. I couldn't figure it out but it still sent a shiver through my body.
"Rose."
"Dimitri," I said quietly, kicking a bit of dirt with the toe of my boot.
Dimitri looked at me for a moment before speaking again. "You need to report what happened. With us."
I scoff and shook my head. "I can't. They'll fire you, or worse," I protested but he interrupted me.
"They should. What I did was wrong."
I rolled my eyes.
"You couldn't help it!" I exclaimed. "It was the spell…"
"It doesn't matter. It was wrong and stupid," he retorted. My mouth snapped shut at his word. Wrong and stupid? Was that really how he felt? Because that wasn't how I felt about it. I bit my lip and looked down at the ground, blinking back tears before looking back up at him.
"It's not a big deal," I said pathetically. Dimitri scoffed in turn and fixed his gaze on me again. "It is a big deal, Rose. I took advantage of you!"
"No, you didn't!"
"Yes, I did. I'm seven years older than you! I'm an adult and you're a child!"
I flinched as if he had hit me. A child? Are you serious?!
"You didn't think I was a child when you were all over me!" I snapped bitterly, my eyes burning with unshed tears.
"Just because of your body… Regardless, what happened was a mistake. Even if you don't report me you need to understand that it was a mistake. And it won't ever happen again"
I ground my teeth together at his words. A mistake, he thought that what happened between us was a mistake. It made my stomach turn.
"Why, because of the age difference? Because it isn't responsible."
"No. Because I'm just not interested in you that way," Dimitri said bluntly. And it felt like a punch to the gut. I guess that spell must have done a lot more for him than it did me. I knew I had a crush on him beforehand, but I could have sworn that I saw true desire in his eyes. But maybe that was just lust instead.
What had been a beautiful and monumental thing to me meant absolutely nothing to him. Just a roll in the sheets. I felt so, so stupid and naive.
"It was just because of the spell. Do you understand?" he asked. I looked down at the ground again and I bit my lip to keep it from quivering. I wanted the earth to open and swallow me up. But at the same time, I wanted to puke.
I looked back up at him and swallowed roughly. "Yeah. Understood," I said, my voice cracking at the end before I turned hastily. I didn't want to show any more vulnerability than I already had in the last week. I was humiliated and angry but didn't want him to see it as I half walked half ran back towards the dorms.
There was no salvaging the broken pieces of my heart.
There will be one or two more chapters for this short story! I hope to have them up within the week.
Let me know what you think! :)
