I'm so sorry it took so long to update! I had a lot of stuff going down, and then when I finally got around to being able to do this I was having some troubles. I think I might have re-written it three or four times before I decided to just suck it up and keep with the original. A massive waste of time I know, and I'm still not sure if this is right! But anyway, here is Dimitri and Rose's night together, and I hope I did get it right for you all! Hope everyone had an ace New Year, also.
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Nope, even though I asked Santa for it nicely, I still don't own VA or it's characters.
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Chapter 3.
Rose Pov.
I could barely breathe. All of this was just so much more than I could have expected. I shied away from thinking about it too hard, afraid it was all a dream and I was about to wake up.
Dimitri pushed me closer up against the corridor wall, one hand still gripping my shoulder where he had restrained me before, and the other trailing down my neck to lightly brush against my collar bone underneath the edge of my business shirt. The burning trails his fingers left on my skin; and my equally burning awareness that we were in a highly visible place left me no doubt that I was completely awake despite my previous suspicions.
Ignoring all the warnings my alcohol-fogged common sense was screaming at me, I leaned forward and grabbed the belt loops on his pants, trying to deepen the kiss. Pulling his hips into mine, I licked along his bottom lip and was rewarded with a gasp, which allowed me entrance to his mouth.
I began to snake my hands up underneath the hem of his shirt, but just as my fingertips reached his skin, I felt him begin to pull back. Frantic not to loose any ground that we'd gained, I balled my hands in the white cotton and held him to me, even as his mouth pulled away from mine. Still held close by my grip on his shirt, he moved his lips to my ear, and I could hear him breathlessly chuckle.
"Roza, here is not the place." I suppressed a shudder at the huskiness of his voice, and the increased thickness of his Russian accent that only stress or close proximity to me could bring out. Leaning my head back against the wall, I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of being this near to him for a second. When I opened them again, I saw him scrutinizing me with a mixed look of desire and worry on his face. "Roza, are you sure this is what you want? It's probably going to make things more difficult for you."
Strongly resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I leaned up to his ear. Breathing on it and feeling him shiver; I whispered the one phrase I knew would let him know that my decision was fully made. "I love you."
I felt his hands reflexively tighten where they sat on my shoulders, and I half expected to be pushed back up against the wall again. In a colossal display of control, Dimitri took a step back and started collecting the things I had previously dropped on the floor.
Momentarily frozen by the loss of his hands on me, it took a few seconds longer than it should have to realize that I was meant to be helping him. We made short work of collecting the assortment of knick knacks, managing not to get distracted even though looking at the heat that filled his eyes whenever I saw him watching me made my limbs feel weak.
"So, Uhh, where to now?" I suddenly noticed I had no idea where we were meant to be going. I knew there was a room key, but I hadn't been close enough -or paying attention- to find out where it led. For all I know we could be in for an hour long drive.
"Guest rooms." Dimitri said quickly, noticing my train of thought. "But the lower class ones, around the back of the older building. It was one of the few available this time of year. We're also less likely to be noticed coming and going." His face fell a little at the reminder that we had to keep our relationship a secret, but I had a feeling that the wide grin I was sporting bolstered his spirits again somewhat.
"Guest rooms it is then." I said, starting off quickly towards the main hallway with Dimitri by my side.
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The freezing cold winter air had managed to clear away most of the punch-induced cobwebs in my head, and the brisk pace we set had burned off the rest. Dimitri had produced the key when we reached our destination, and unceremoniously tossed his armful onto the nearest chair to the door, feeling for the light switch.
Sober and standing in a rather generic looking guest room, I suddenly felt unusually nervous. I was acutely aware that I was wearing my plain old boy shorts underneath my suit pants, and I couldn't seem to remember whether I had put on my normal but rather unattractive sports bra this morning or something a bit fancier. I began to worry if my hair would be in tangles when I pulled it out of my bun, and a brief moment of something close to panic occurred as I wondered if Dimitri would be able to tell I hadn't had a chance for a shower earlier, since I'd been in such a rush to talk to Lissa..
Dimitri had just finished turning on the bedside lamps and was looking at me with a strange expression on his face. Realizing some of my panic must have leaked through; I attempted to put on my best smile. "So, does this place have a spa bath?" Shit, did my voice sound shaky?
Dimitri just kept looking at me with the same strange look, this time only altered with a single raised eyebrow. I mustn't be very convincing. "Or a shower. You know, a shower might do just fine."
During my babbling he had crossed the room and was now standing just a few inches away from me. He was examining my face very closely, but my embarrassment made me look away. Although we had spent some time alone together since, this was the first time we had been completely alone with our boundaries down since the night in the cabin. Somehow actually knowing what was about to happen made me feel anxious and inept.
Our first time had come about as a naturally snowballing effect of our feelings for each other, and the stress of some combined situations, so there wasn't a lot of pre-planning. But now I'd had all the time in the world to think about what I might be doing wrong, how I might embarrass myself. I knew Dimitri would always love me for who I was, but common sense couldn't shake the knee-jerk reaction of performance anxiety.
Through the loose strands of my hair I saw understanding light Dimitri's eyes. "Roza, are you nervous?" I looked further away. Some small part of me expected him to start laughing, while my higher reasoning told me he would never do that.
I felt him move the few rebellious bits of hair away from my cheek and turned my face towards him. He placed a hand on either side of my face and looked at me seriously, his eyes warm. "Don't be." He pulled my face to his and kissed me gently.
The heat from his mouth seemed to be melting away all my concerns. His lips moved slowly over mine at first, as he undid the bun that was tied and pinned to the back of my head. His hand began to massage my much-abused scalp, relaxing me even further. Soon all there was in the world were his lips on mine and his kneading fingers.
He pulled away slowly, and I had to hold in a whimper of disappointment. The grin he was giving me made it almost worth it. "Better?" He asked. Better didn't really cover it. Every muscle in my body was relaxed like they hadn't truly been in months, all my nerves from before had disappeared. "You could say that." I felt his hands running up my sides as he leaned back down towards my ear. "Good." Once again the huskiness of his voice sent butterflies through my stomach, as did his wandering hands; and this time, he didn't stop.
I felt my jacket slide off to the floor at the same time I felt his lips touch my neck. My breath quickened as his kisses trailed down my neck and came to rest in the hollow of my throat. I shivered as I felt his tongue flick out across the sensitive skin. His hands were on the front of my shirt now, slowly undoing a button. I gasped a little as I felt him nip my skin lightly on the way back up my neck, the other side this time. I felt more than heard him chuckle as his nose brushed the underside of my jaw and the second button on my shirt came undone.
He seemed to be enjoying making me wait, as his unrelenting kisses played up and down my neck only two more buttons had come undone. I can hardly say I wasn't enjoying the experience, but I decided it was time to speed things along a little.
I found the hem of his shirt once again and slid my hands under, a little faster this time but not enough to show how eager I was. His skin was warmer than usual, feeling almost over-heated to my hands, but not quite. I traced the silky planes of his hip bones for a moment before moving upwards.
I lightly ran my hands over his lower abs, and I could feel him shiver. His lips were now unmoving, not quite touching my skin but not quite removed. All un-buttoning on my top had halted. Well if that's how it's going to be…
My fingers continued travelling upward of their own accord. Once I had run my palms across the planes of his chest, I began to drag them back downwards. Dimitri's breathing was now heavy and close along the side of my face. Taking this as a good indicator that I was doing much the right thing (even though running my hands across his chest was mainly for my benefit) I began to attempt to push the shirt up his chest. No easy feat with his height.
After a few seconds of my futile attempt Dimitri seemed to snap back into reality enough to help me. It took a few seconds of fumbling – who would have thought that he was capable of being un-coordinated? - But we got there, and he stood shirtless in front of me.
Oh, wow.
Yep, he was still one of the few people ever to render me wordless.
I brought my mouth to his now bare skin, tasting him. He shuddered as I continued trailing kisses lower and lower down his chest. Feeling brave, I gently grazed his skin with my teeth, and was rewarded with a quiet moan. Taking that as approval, I gently bit down.
"Roza" He almost growled as I felt him grasp my hands and pin them to my side. Instantly worried at what I had done wrong, I looked up to see his eyes smoldering and his face set with a hungry expression. "If you keep doing that, we're not even going to make it to the bed." I shivered. Suddenly the bed looked too far away to me as well.
"Is that such a bad thing?" My voice sounded dry to me, like I needed a glass of water, but it seemed to do the trick for Dimitri. He pulled me to him and crushed our lips together. This kiss held more heat than any of the previous ones, and sent a thrill through me at the realization that we wouldn't have to stop. This wasn't one of our forbidden kisses back at the Academy, or one of our stolen ones in an empty gym here at Court.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he surprised me by picking me up and carrying me over to the table a few feet away that served as a dining table/desk. As he was carrying me I wrapped my legs around his waist, and I kept them there once he had set me down on the table. He pulled away from our kiss, gasping. "If you don't want me to just take you right here and now, you're going to have to move your legs."
The thought made me shiver, but I obligingly unhooked my legs and allowed them to rest on either side of his. Dimitri still seemed to be having trouble regulating his breathing, so I decided to take advantage of his momentary lapse in control.
"Well god forbid you do anything you didn't want to do." I replied sassily. Reaching for the hem of his suit pants, I easily managed to undo the button and zip down his fly.
I tried to work his pants down over his hips, but his silk boxers seemed to be getting in the way. Before I could ponder this problem any further, Dimitri's strong hands grasped my wrists again.
He pushed me back against the table, holding my wrists above my head and leaning over me. It was a pretty good view. "Why don't you ever listen?" His normally deep voice came out shaky and almost breathy, and I loved it. "Boxers? Really?" I enquired about his uncharacteristic choice. "It's Christmas." Was his only reply.
His hands let go of my wrists and relocated to unbuttoning my shirt again. I reached my hand up to the back of his neck and pulled out the rubber band that kept his silky brown hair in its ponytail. I ran my hands through his hair like I so rarely got to do while his face was turned down, still concentration on the small buttons.
I knew he was done with the buttons when I heard a sharp intake of breath. I chanced a small look down at what bra I had on. It was my old black one, but still better than the sports bras that I had to train in most days. Dimitri seemed to think it was the veritable pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
"Black." Was all he said, or could seem to say. He intoned the word with a sort of reverence. I had never understood men's reactions to black underwear, but I just felt lucky that this was the one I had pulled out of the drawer this morning. "Well, as you said, it's Christmas." I said lightly.
He looked up at me from where he was located, somewhere around my navel. "Oh, it certainly is." God, just the way he said that made me think indecent things.
While I had thought he would come back up after removing my shirt, he kept traveling down and began to unbutton my stretchy black pants. He seemed to have none of the difficulty removing mine that I had found with his, and they were soon on the floor.
He whispered his fingertips lightly up over my calves and thighs, then over my hips, and stomach, and ribs, and back again. On his second circuit I couldn't help but twitch as he passed. "Dimitri…" My voice was breathy.
His fingertips now began to linger along my ribcage, brushed the underwire of my bra. He leaned down and kissed the dip between my ribs, and I felt him reach for the clasp behind my back.
As I was still lying on the table, I had to rise up a little for him to reach it, which caused his lips to press harder into my skin. I felt the clasp unhook, and Dimitri slipped the straps off my shoulders gently. "Roza…" He sighed into my skin. I felt his fingertips brush the undersides of my breasts every so lightly, and arched my back to him again.
He raised himself away from my skin and slid the straps down my arms, dropping the bra to the floor. The air suddenly felt a lot cooler to my heated skin. The chilled air and the way he was looking at me made me shiver. "Oh Roza, my Roza." He leaned down and kissed me fiercely. I wrapped my hands in his lush hair again.
One hand cupped my face, while the other trailed down my side, brushing the side of my breast before he cupped it. I moaned. He kneaded it some more and I moaned again, my neck involuntarily arching back against the table. He began to kiss his way down my throat and across my collar bone. I felt his other hand grasp my hip.
His lips traveled further down, and I almost lost it when I felt his teeth gently graze the top of my other breast. He traveled lower and I cried out when I felt him gently suck. His fingers began to trace the elastic waistline of my shorts. His lips moved back up to my neck again, gently nipping there and I felt his fingers slip under the elastic and continue tracing.
If I didn't want to end up making love to him on a table, I was going to have to say something quick. Although mightily distracted, the last vestiges of my coherent thought recognized this, and battled to the surface. The table idea was an interesting one, but I would much prefer the roomy bed that wasn't covered in cabin dust.
I moved my hand to his bare shoulder and squeezed gently. "Dimitri…" I called. "Oh… Roza…" He moaned, nibbling my earlobe. I felt him slip his hand further down my shorts. I felt my resolve rapidly diminishing. I tried once more to gain his attention, this time with a gentle shake. "Dimitri!"
Mistaking my attempts as a reaction of his fondling, he moved his hand even lower, and slid it home, capturing my mouth with his. I gripped his back as I cried out, once again throwing my head back against the table. "Oh, Roza, I love you." He panted as I arched underneath him. "Dimitri… bed…" was all I could gasp out.
He rested his forehead on mine as he took a few steadying breaths. "Good idea." His Russian accent was as thick as I'd ever heard it. He removed his hand, picked me up and swung me over onto the bed in one lighting quick fluid motion that left me dizzy.
Once I had regained my sense of equilibrium, Dimitri had already shed his pants and unusually chosen boxers and was climbing onto the bed to once again lean over me. Even hyped up as I was, I had to chuckle. "Eager are we?"
Dimitri buried his face next to mine in my tousled hair. "Oh, you have no idea." Actually, I think did. For a few different reasons. "Oh trust me, I do." To illustrate my point, I bent my leg up at the knee, swinging it over his and pushing our hips together.
"Roza!" He cried as his back reflexively bent. Not wanting to wait any longer, I repeated the action and forcefully pulled his lips to mine, making my intention clear. His hands found my shorts again, this time not teasing around but sliding them off quickly and efficiently. Almost a little too efficiently for my liking, but I refused to think about how many other girls he had had time to perfect it on. Pushing the half formed ugly thought to the back of brain, I caught his eyes with mine.
"I love you, you know. I don't get to say it much, and when I do it's normally not in the best of situations, but…" Dimitri once again shushed me with his fingers. "I know Roza, I love you too. Now and always" He kissed me deeply, cranking the heat back up again.
Our breathing quickly became heavier and heavier, and I was convinced I wouldn't have to wait much longer. "Dimitri, please." I gasped. I felt his hands tighten on me, and he held himself still a moment before repositioning his hips. A veritable flood of sensation enveloped me as we joined.
A rhythm took over, and I don't know how we kept it up for, but time only seemed marked by the sounds of our heavy breath and calling each others names. The lurking fear of discovery that had been with us at the cabin was now absent. _________________________________________________________________________________________________
When we were done I lay on Dimitri's chest, watching him doze while I traced the tattoos on the back of his neck like I had that first time under the lust charm. It felt like decades has passed since then, even though it had only been a little over a year. I thought back to last Christmas with my mother and Mason present. Unconsciously I went to move my hand from tracing Dimitri's tattoos to tracing my own, but suddenly he issued a startled little yelp.
I tried to sit up quickly, looking around for any signs of danger, and Dimitri shrieked. I felt a tugging on my wrist that was next to his neck and looked to find that the bracelet Adrian had gifted me was tangled in the base of his hair, yanking on it when I moved. I gasped and instinctively went to put my hand to my mouth, which cause me to yank his scalp violently again, and Dimitri made another sound of pain.
"I'm so sorry!" I kept repeating as I undid the clasp and managed to unwind his hair. He scooted up into a sitting position against the bed head, still gingerly rubbing the base of his hairline. "Are you hurt?" I asked worriedly. It was a stupid thing to ask a guardian, he'd taken much worse in a single hit from me in some of our old training sessions, but I felt bad about hurting him outside the gym. He looked at me dryly. "I think I'll live."
I leaned back against his chest. Six months ago he nearly hadn't. The Strigoi that had bitten him in the caves had left him unconscious, nearly drained, and with a head wound lying near the windy entrance. He had remained lying there in the freezing Montana cold until the other guardians had come to collect the bodies. They had presumed he was dead at first; it was only my mother who had checked for a pulse. When they finally got him back to the clinic they'd thought they would have to operate to relieve the swelling on his brain from the head wound. Luckily the blood and fluids they pumped back into him had done it for them, but they kept him in an induced coma for close to a week. They wouldn't let me see him, or let Lissa heal him; thinking it would be too much of a power drain. The agony of just waiting while people told me he might not pull through still hadn't left me after all these months, and I snuggled closer to him as he wrapped his arms around me comfortingly, sensing my thoughts.
"So, have you had and enjoyable Christmas?" He asked lightly, obviously trying to distract me from my downbeat reminiscing. "Yes." I sighed contentedly, wriggling in closer to him still. He chuckled. "And your present?" He asked. "Was it up to par? You might think differently, but I'm no diamond bracelet." He said, gesturing to Adrian's gift lying on the bedcovers, now covered in snapped tendrils of Dimitri's hair. I smiled as I narrowly held myself on the edge of awareness for just a moment more. "Well," I said sleepily, "It sure was better than a cat."
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So there it is kids! A little bit of Christmas spirit for you, eleven months early now. Hope you liked, or loved, or at least didn't hate. Should I do one last chapter, or leave it here?
Point out any typos to me if you spot them. There's a funny story behind why Dimitri's wearing boxers, which was a great debate between me and some of my friends, if you want the story feel free to pm me. But thanks to Blair and EmberWillow, black silk boxers are go!