a/n: Thank you all so much for the reviews for last chapter! :)

"I say you're a bad influence on me," Dimitri remarked dryly.

Rose's grin widened. "Because you're going to give in to me?" she asked hopefully.

"Don't I always?" he returned.

"Most of the time," she agreed as she pulled her jacket off and let it slide to the floor. She swiftly made her way to the door, closed it, locked it, and pulled the shade down before striding back to Dimitri. She shed her t-shirt on the way—no more button-ups around him—and reached for the button on her jeans as she came to a stop in front of him.

"I could get fired for this," he informed her; his voice was husky with need.

"It's like I always say," Rose teased as she slipped the denim and panties down to her ankles. "If you have to go out, it might as well be with a bang."

Dimitri laughed as he kicked his jeans away and took a step forward. He lifted Rose up until she was straddling him, then turned and deposited her onto the desk he'd stood behind less than an hour ago delivering a lecture. This delivery was going to be much more exciting.

Rose's legs locked around his waist, and he groaned as she moved her hips up and down; the moisture between her thighs teased his belly. "God, Roza," he breathed. "How are you always so fucking wet?"

"That has everything to do with you, and nothing to do with me," she informed him huskily.

A wicked grin spread across his face as Dimitri lifted her hips and pushed her further back on the desk. Her legs fell open, and Dimitri lowered his head between her legs. His tongue ran up and down her slit, groaning in satisfaction as he savored her. She countered with a whimper, and Dimitri circled her center with his tongue as he plunged his fingers inside of her. Her hips swung up off the desk as her hands gripped the sides of the desk, and she began a rocking motion that he mimicked with his fingers. "Dimitri," she cried hoarsely as she reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair.

When he felt her body stiffen in expectation, he increased his pace and his tongue flicked wildly back and forth over her center. She shook with want, and he pulled his fingers from her and straightened. Positioning himself between her legs, he drove inside of her with a single thrust. Her body immediately clenched around his, and he pulled back before driving forward once again. His hips swung back and forth as he set the same feverish tempo he'd used with his fingers, and Rose planted her elbows on the desk for stability as she met him thrust for thrust.

"Roza," he growled.

When she reached between her legs and her fingers picked up where his tongue had left off, he knew she was done for. Her body fell back against the oak with a whimper, and Dimitri grabbed her thighs, hauling her toward him and burying himself inside of her as his body found its release.

"I do love you, Roza," Dimitri said gruffly as he stroked her hair a few minutes later.

"I know," she said softly. "And you don't regret sleeping with me."

He grinned as he leaned down and brushed his lips over her the soft skin on shoulder. At least she was hearing him now. "I think we should go away this weekend," he announced as he pulled away from her.

Rose immediately hopped down off the desk and began to collect her clothes. "You do?" she asked in surprise.

He nodded. "We can't date here, Roza," he informed her dryly. "And I know sex is enough for you, but I'd like to at least be able to take you out to dinner."

"OK," she agreed.

"Really?" he asked as he pulled his boxer briefs on then walked toward her as she pulled her t-shirt over her head. "It means I could potentially talk to you about anything I want too, and you couldn't escape."

"Oh, I can always escape," she argued with a grin. "But yes. I'm sure."

Dimitri chuckled as he leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Good. I'll make the arrangements."

It's one a.m. and I haven't heard from you. I'm guessing the 'making up' went all right.

Rose stretched as she read the text message from Lissa. Yes. The make-up went more than all right. Right on the desk at the front of the classroom.

It was only a moment before her phone beeped again. You're kidding me.

Rose grinned. She so loved taunting her best friend. No. And it was ah-may-zing!

Details in the a.m. Lissa insisted.

Rose's fingers flew over the keyboard as she typed her response. OK. But no teasing if I breathe heavily while I'm relaying them.

Hot damn. No promises. And remember…EVERY. SINGLE. DETAIL.

Rose laughed softly as she placed her phone back on the nightstand beside Dimitri's bed. "What's so funny?" he asked sleepily as his hand gripped her waist and dragged her back against him.

"Lissa," she answered. "She wanted to know how the making up went."

"We were fighting?" Dimitri asked in surprise as he linked his fingers through hers and rested them against the bare flesh of her belly.

"Weren't we?" she returned.

"I didn't think so. I thought we were having an adult difference of opinion," he said.

"That I went totally un-adult on and fled," she reminded him.

"Oh, right," he murmured. "There was that."

There was a short silence before Rose spoke, changing the subject. "So…what are we going to do for the whole weekend?" she asked.

"It's a surprise," he told her.

"Well…give me a hint," she said sweetly.

Dimitri chuckled. "A day and a half and five dates," he informed her.

"Really?" she said excitedly. "So we'll be going back to the room between each date?" she pressed.

"For what?" he asked, his voice filled with confusion.

"Well…it seems like you're trying to bring our dating life up to speed with our sex life," she deduced.

"Yes," he admitted.

"And I would've let you talk me into sex after our first date."

"If we had started out with dating, I wouldn't have tried to sleep with you on the first one," he remarked dryly.

"Well, then, I would've talked you into bringing me home with you," she insisted.

Dimitri shook his head. "I wouldn't have let you. I told you I'm not like that."

Rose sighed. "So…we're going to spend all day out of our hotel room?" she asked.

Dimitri laughed again. "Yes, Roza," he answered. "I'm going to force myself on you outside of the bedroom. Or classroom."

"What a hardship," she teased.

"You know…there's this new thing," he returned. "It's called talking."

Rose turned her head to look up at him. "That's the second time in twenty-four hours that someone has told me that," she said.

She could barely make out his grin in the moonlight. "With enough practice, I think you could be pretty good at it," he goaded her.

"Gee, thanks."

His grin widened. "Go to sleep, Roza. We have class in less than seven hours, and I'm looking forward to showering."

"Fine," she said huffily.

His hand splayed protectively over her belly, and he leaned forward until his lips hovered over her ear. "I love you," he whispered.