This was me wanting to create a situation for Rose and Dimitri to be reunited and have some time together before he "arrests" her and Lissa. Hope we do get saved and eventually get to see their reunion, but for now here's my take on it. You know the drill, spicy mature content ahead.
Title from the song "Don't You Know" by Jaymes Young, which I highly recommend listening to with this story. Thanks to Val for showing me the song and for helping me with the Russian words, and thanks to Jordan for being the best beta!
"Rose, that man is not going to know what to do with himself when he sees you!" Lissa exclaimed, eyeing her best friend.
"He's seen me dressed up before, Liss."
Rose finished putting on her lipstick and motioned for Lissa to face her so she could help her with her eyeliner.
"Yeah, but it's been over a year since he's seen you at all. And you look hot."
Satisfied with her work, Rose turned to grab her leather jacket, purse, and high heels.
The heels were bright red stilettos with straps that criss-crossed up her muscled calves. They were by far her favorite purchase in the human world. She was glad they were one of the items she was able to keep. They hadn't been able to take much with them from their last apartment, just enough to fit in a backpack each.
"I know, it's just…" Rose sighed as she finished putting the shoes on. She looked down at herself, the black dress with red lace cutouts hugging her curves. "A year is a long time. I know you get it."
"I do," Lissa gave her a small smile. "But you know Dimitri is so gone for you. The second you look at each other you'll see."
Lissa grabbed her own heels, dainty black pumps that would fit in more at Court than at a club.
"I guess it's just nerves. This plan has a lot riding on it." Surveying the room, Rose grabbed the keycard and flicked off the light. They'd be coming back here but they wouldn't be alone.
A shiver went through her at the thought. She didn't know if she would get to be alone with Dimitri, knowing he was leading the mission to bring them back.
But just the thought of seeing him at all had her insides buzzing worse than the few times she'd tried weed with their human housemates.
Lissa gave her hand a squeeze as they left the hotel. "I know. But we've all been planning for this. We'll make it work."
"I'll just have to borrow some of your optimism, Liss."
Lissa was managing to remain calm even though the relative safety they had found while on the run was ending tonight. But it meant that she was closer to seeing Christian, who just happened to be her husband now.
The two linked arms as they headed down the dark city street, looking like any pair of human friends on a night out.
Except they weren't human, and this night out would end with them being apprehended by a group of elite Guardians, made up of their friends and the love of Rose's life. Rose hadn't seen Dimitri in over a year, but knew that her own feelings at least had not faded.
Rose and Lissa would be going willingly, of course, but would have to act as if they had been taken by force once they were all back in St. Vladimir's Province.
Flashing their Alchemist-provided IDs, the bouncers waved them into the club. The blaring music and pulsing lights instantly brought Rose back to a different club in a different country. She could feel the ghost of hands on her hips, pulling her closer to a warm body as they danced.
That night in Lisbon felt like it had happened to someone else. For just a few moments she had experienced what it might be like to be a normal young adult, falling in love and dancing. Before everything had gone to hell, kicking off both the hardest and most freeing year of her life.
They had some time before the others arrived, and Rose made a beeline for the bar. Her nerves were worse than she had expected, and she needed some liquid courage.
Catching the bartender's eye, Rose ordered them two shots, ignoring Lissa's raised eyebrow.
"What? Shots are quick and then we can get on the dancefloor. We're supposed to be acting as if we're having a fun night out, so this can only help. Salut, baby!" Rose exclaimed as she handed Lissa the glass.
Rolling her eyes, Lissa nodded and accepted the shot, downing it without grimacing.
"Look at you drinking like a Dhampir!" Rose teased. Setting their now-empty glasses on the bar, Rose pulled her friend into the middle of the floor.
They had been lying relatively low during their time outside the wards, but they'd been able to have some fun nights. Lissa wasn't as comfortable as Rose on the dance floor but she managed to hold her own.
Laughing as they took turns twirling each other and playfully grinding, Rose saw Lissa's eyes widen at the same time she felt herself being pulled against something solid.
She breathed through the spike of adrenaline that shot through her veins, knowing full well what, or rather who, was behind her.
One large hand grasped her hip while the other brushed her curls to the side, granting access to her ear.
"Got you," a low, slightly accented voice whispered against her skin, making her shiver. Rose recalled another time he had said those words to her, catching her for a kiss after running her ragged.
She felt similarly breathless now, back pressed firmly against him, feeling his hard muscles and warmth through the material of his shirt. After so many months without touching him, the sudden onslaught of contact was like a live wire under her skin.
"Comrade," she breathed as he started to move with her, his hips grinding slowly against her ass.
Touching Dimitri, dancing with him had always been electric, and Rose was relieved to see that hadn't changed in their time apart. If anything, her awareness of him was heightened, feeling every single point of contact.
After a few blissful moments she turned in his grasp, needing to see his face. Though they were still in the middle of a crowded dance floor, they both felt the noise and crowd fade away as their eyes met.
Dimitri's hands returned to her hips, keeping her close as his gaze ran over her face. She couldn't have truly changed that much in the span of a year, but he had been denied her presence for too long. He needed to get his fill of looking at her, touching her.
As if remembering herself, Rose suddenly pulled back, glancing worriedly around the room.
"Roza," Dimitri said, her Russian name a caress on his tongue that had her looking back at him. He nodded his head to the right, where she now saw that Lissa was dancing and chatting with Eddie.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, Rose returned her deep brown eyes to the green ones that she had thought of constantly over the past year.
"And the others?" she asked, not seeing any more Guardians in the club.
"Meredith and Dean are outside. We'll join them shortly, but for now, dance with me, Roza."
She nodded, winding her arms around his neck. The way he said her name like that never failed to ignite sparks in her gut.
Unlike in Lisbon, Dimitri was no longer fighting an internal battle over whether he was wrong for wanting to be with her. His feelings for her were now plainly written on his face, a far cry from the emotionally repressed soldier she had first met.
Dimitri's priorities and sense of duty had shifted over the past year, he realized. He was still a soldier, but he was no longer fighting blindly.
Dimitri's hands moved over her hips to cup the supple curves of her ass, pressing her tighter against him. He knew she would be able to feel how much he wanted her, but he no longer cared. He wanted her to know the effect she had on him.
The days they had been apart had felt like decades, but now with Rose back in his arms it was as if no time had passed at all.
"Dimitri," she whispered, lips inches from his, breath fanning over his face. He closed the distance, gladly giving her what she wanted.
Well aware that there were eyes on them, Dimitri preened at the knowledge that this woman, who so many in this club were looking at with lust in their eyes, was his. He was the one that got to hold Rose, feel her body against his, his lips against hers.
Their lips moved together unhurriedly as they knew it couldn't progress further on the dance floor. Still, it felt like a part of him had returned, like he was now complete with Rose in his arms.
Rose sighed against his mouth, a sense of contentment washing over her. She wanted to freeze time so that they could stay in this moment without their worries and responsibilities.
All too soon their time was up, Eddie motioning with his head towards the door, smiling apologetically at Rose.
Once outside, the group exchanged greetings. Lissa rushed over to Dimitri, excited to see her former Guardian, while Rose hugged Eddie and Dean and a very surprised Meredith.
"It's great to see you're all alive," Rose deadpanned.
"Alive and ready to arrest you," Meredith shot back, but Rose saw the mirth in her eyes.
"Rose and Princess Vasilisa have a few more hours of freedom, Guardian Beckham," Dimitri interjected, leading them in the direction of the hotel that they had come from.
"Guardian?" Rose asked, trying to keep the sadness out of her voice. While they were all in civilian clothes, she noticed a difference in how her friends carried themselves.
Blowing out a breath, Eddie nodded, walking next to her.
"Our graduation was accelerated after the attack," he explained, a hint of regret in his voice. "It felt wrong getting our promise marks without you, Rose."
Rose nodded, trying to keep control of her emotions.
"Rose," Dimitri said softly from her other side. "When all of this is over we will get you reinstated and you will get your promise mark," he reassured her. "You have my word."
Rose nodded and realized they had arrived at the hotel. After Dimitri checked in at the front desk, returning with room keys, he handed one to each Guardian.
Eddie and Dean left with theirs, and to Rose's surprise Lissa followed Meredith. They all left quickly and soon Rose was left standing with Dimitri. She glanced at him with a question in her eyes.
"I thought it would be good for us to have some time to catch up, Roza," he explained as they walked to what had been her room with Lissa.
They were met with Lissa leaving with her backpack slung on one shoulder, giving Rose a suggestive smile before running off.
Rolling her eyes, Rose turned to Dimitri, seeing him sitting on the bed, having removed his duster and shoes. She realized that she had only seen him in clothing other than his Guardian uniform or training clothes a handful of times.
The black sweater and dark jeans that he wore now were simple but striking on him, although Rose figured she would find him attractive in anything he wore.
Dimitri motioned for her to join him and she shrugged off her jacket before perching awkwardly next to him. She kept her shoes on, thinking she wouldn't be staying long anyway and they were annoying to get on and off.
While it had been easy to fall back into old habits in the atmosphere of the club, now that they were alone Rose felt her doubts and uncertainty creeping back in.
"Sit with me, Roza," he coaxed, encouraging her to get comfortable and lean against him.
Rose felt some of the tension leaving her body as she melted into him, resting her head on his shoulder. Dimitri brought one hand up to stroke her hair soothingly, grasping her hand with his other and entwining their fingers
"I just want to make sure that you're aware of how things will have to be once we reach Court premises," he said, trying to keep the edge out of his voice.
This was risky for everyone involved, but they had been working towards this for over a year. There was no turning back now.
"I know, Lissa and I will be arrested once we arrive. But the Guardians on our side along with Christian are going to get us out of the holding cells. We know it's just for show." Rose felt Dimitri's arm wrap tightly around her.
"I just hate that I have to arrest you at all. But I'm going to do everything in my power to ensure that no harm comes to either of you," he said solemnly, feeling her nod against his shoulder.
"Did you get the picture of Lissa and me at the club?"
Nodding, Dimitri pulled out his Guardian-issued phone and showed her the picture of her dancing with Lissa. It was an action shot but both of their faces were clearly visible. He stared at the image of Rose and the joy on her face for a moment before turning to the real thing beside him.
"I've already sent it to HQ with word that we're on your trail now." Instead of sitting comfortably in the run-down but clean hotel, Dimitri and his team were supposedly chasing them all over the city.
"We have a few hours before we have to leave, right?" Rose asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
Dimitri nodded, watching her carefully. Rose got up and walked slowly towards the door, ignoring his frown.
"Well, I should go then and find the other girls and let you sleep or if you have to do any reporting or…" she trailed off, uncertain, hovering next to the door.
Dimitri stood up and was in front of her in seconds, his hand reaching for the doorknob to prevent her from leaving. His arms bracketed her body against the door, watching as her breathing grew shallow.
He wouldn't force her to stay, of course, but he had been imagining their reunion over and over while they were apart. And now she wanted to leave after a brief conversation? He didn't know when they would have another chance to be together like this.
"Roza, what's wrong?" He brought his hand under her chin, tipping her face up so she had to look at him. Even with her heels on there was still a substantial height difference.
"We aren't going to have privacy like this for some time once we leave. I'm not interested in sleep right now. I was hoping to spend this time we have with you. Alone." His deep voice turned the last word into a promise that she felt low in her belly.
"I didn't want to assume…" she trailed off. He had never seen her so uncertain, without any trace of her usual bravado. "It's just been so long since we've seen each other and I didn't know whether you would want me to stay."
His eyes widened in surprise, but as he let her words sink in he understood. They had been separated for over a year with minimal, sporadic communication. When they were able to speak they had to be extremely cautious about what was said. There was no time for feelings or even to say how much they missed each other.
"Yes, I want you to stay, Roza." His eyes burned into hers, willing her to see his desire and longing for her.
Dimitri dipped his head down to claim her lips again for the first time since the club, kissing her deeply.
"Stay," he whispered.
Dimitri dragged his lips over her jaw to just behind her ear, pressing a kiss there that made her tremble.
"Stay," he repeated, pulling her gently back towards the bed. Sitting back against the pillows, he pulled Rose into his lap, settling her back against his chest as he had done on the dance floor. His legs bracketed her hips, her head tipping back to rest on his shoulder.
"Stay." Dimitri's hands came up to cup her breasts through her dress. She moaned at the contact, the fabric brushing against her nipples.
Rose's senses felt heightened, hyper aware of every place that Dimitri touched.
"Stay with me. Be with me, Roza," he pleaded, and she felt her pulse quicken in response.
"Yes," she whispered finally, realizing that he was waiting for her answer.
As if she could resist his hands, his lips. His body. She was just as desperate for him as he seemed to be for her.
Dimitri's hands drifted down over her abdomen and hips, playing along the hemline of the dress. Rose exhaled a shaky breath as his fingers danced along the smooth skin of her thighs.
"You have no idea how much I've wanted you, ached for you." His fingers inched closer to her center, just brushing against the thin fabric covering her.
"Every time we were alone, it was all I could think about. You were all I could think about." Dimitri let his fingers slide underneath her underwear as he spoke, letting out a groan at how wet she was already.
He deftly found her clit, caressing it in slow circles while he kissed down her neck. Rose relaxed into his touch, his words erasing the doubts that had clouded her mind.
"Do you know how many times I wanted to take you, to make you mine?" His voice was a low growl, the sound shooting straight to her core.
"In…in Caroni?" Her words were slow, his touch impeding her ability to speak.
She let the memory of their first kiss wash over her. The feeling of his hands on her bare skin, the brief prick of pain as he etched the molnija mark onto the back of her neck. His breath ghosting over her as he blew on the drying ink, the chill of the ice he used to soothe the sting, the melting water dripping down her back.
And finally the feeling of his lips against hers, warm and firm and perfect.
Dimitri nudged her head forward to access her neck, running his tongue lightly over the tattoo he had placed there all those months ago. Pressing an almost reverent kiss to the mark, he felt her shiver in response to the powerful memory and his current touch.
"In Caroni. In Lisbon. At the Academy, well before I had the chance to taste these incredible lips." His other thumb brushed over her bottom lip as she spoke, dipping into the heat of her mouth, an echo of the warmth he found below.
"Dancing with you, training with you. And well after, even when-" he cut himself off, swallowing roughly, his hand stopping its ministrations as his emotions overtook him.
"Hey," Rose said softly, turning in his arms so that she knelt in front of him, his hand slipping from her core.
This time her hand lifted to his face, stroking over his stubbled cheek. "You know I've already forgiven you for all of it." She tried her best to convey everything she was feeling in her eyes, to show him that she held no resentment towards him. "All of it," she repeated.
Taking a deep breath, Dimitri nodded against her hand, letting the truth of her words spread through him. Even though he didn't always believe that he was deserving of her forgiveness, he didn't doubt her.
"I wanted you, even after I pushed you away and everything that followed. I know I hurt you, Rose, but I never stopped wanting you." His hand rose to cover hers where it rested over his cheek, bringing it down so their hands laid over his heart. "I never stopped loving you."
Rose tried her best to fight the stinging in her eyes, swallowing a sob as she blindly reached for him again.
"I love you, Comrade," she whispered against his lips. "And I missed you, so much."
A thrill shot through him hearing her say those words. They had parted ways knowing how they felt about each other, but hearing it explicitly again had his heart threatening to beat out of his chest.
"I missed you too, Roza. More than you could ever know."
With that he decided he was done talking, cupping the back of her head firmly and kissing her with a determined passion.
With nothing standing in their way, at least for a few hours, Dimitri didn't intend to stop until they were both naked and spent. Just the thought had him almost painfully hard, his carefully held control starting to slip.
Keeping one hand tangled in her hair, he found the zipper of her dress, pulling it downwards. Breaking away from her lips, he eased the dress down her arms with a low growl, letting it pool at her waist before gently guiding her onto her back on the bed.
He realized that Rose wasn't wearing a bra, the corset-like bodice of the dress being enough to support her ample chest. Dimitri sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of her, full breasts and dusky nipples already peaking for him.
"See something you like?" she asked coyly, biting her lip as his eyes grew darker.
"You," he breathed, reaching for her. They both moaned as his hands touched her bare breasts for the first time, cupping and kneading them before teasing her nipples.
"Fuck, Roza. You are so beautiful." It wasn't the first time he had said that to her, but she felt heat rising in her cheeks all the same.
His calloused fingers somehow knew exactly how to touch her, liquid heat gathering in her lower abdomen with each pinch and tug.
Rose arched her back at his actions, causing her dress to slip further down. As it did, a glimmer caught Dimitri's eye amongst the newly revealed skin.
His hands left her breasts, causing Rose to whimper in protest at the loss of contact. Circling her navel with one finger, he gently tapped the glittering gem adorning her there.
"Is this new?" Dimitri asked, curiosity evident in his voice.
"Oh, I got that shortly after we left St. Vlad's. I've always wanted to do it, and once I no longer had to follow Academy rules we decided to go for it."
"We?" he asked in alarm. Rose having the piercing was one thing, but Lissa was the future Queen, if they were successful.
"You should see your face right now, Comrade," she said with a laugh. "Lissa just got a second piercing here." She tapped her earlobe and he nodded.
"Do you like it?" Rose asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
"I love it," Dimitri rasped, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to the little jewel. "It suits you."
Rose fought the urge to squirm as his mouth hovered over her belly button, so close to where she needed him. His warm breath caressed her skin as he dipped down, tongue tracing a scalding path from below her navel to the waistband of her panties.
Dimitri lowered the dress down her legs, helping her kick it off so that she now lay before him, almost completely bare. His hands shook from his desire, from how much this meant to him.
His eyes drank her in greedily, trying to memorize every curve and muscle. He knew they wouldn't have the opportunity to be together like this once they returned. At least not right away. He had to make this count so they could weather this next chapter together.
"I would like these to stay on, if that's alright with you," Dimitri mused as he admired how the heels she wore accentuated her legs, tapping an ankle for emphasis.
Rose nodded with a small smile, pleased that he liked them.
Before she could blink, Dimitri was suddenly on her like a man starved, licking and sucking down her neck and chest. He stopped at her breasts to mouth at the tops and sucked each nipple into his mouth, moaning at the feel and taste of her skin there.
"I've dreamt about this so many times, Roza," he murmured as he continued down her abdomen. Her muscles tensed as he approached his destination, still in disbelief that he was really there and that they were finally at this point.
He settled between her hips, leaning down to lick and nip at the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. He sucked on one spot hard enough to leave a mark and Rose felt her hips buck involuntarily at the sensation. Seeing her reaction he moved to do the same on her other thigh.
Rose normally wasn't into hickeys or other marks during sex, but with Dimitri it was different. She wanted him to leave his mark on her, claim her as his. Just as she wanted to mark his skin so that there was no doubt who he belonged to.
"I have a question, Roza." Dimitri raised his eyes to her, his mouth remaining frustratingly just above her clothed center. She nodded at him to continue.
"While we were apart, did you ever think about me, about this?" He drew her now-soaked panties down her legs, baring all of her to him.
His breath caught at the sight of her. Not a stitch of clothing aside from the red of her shoes on her beautiful, warm skin and all of it for his eyes only.
"Yes," Rose managed to get out, already breathless. His fingers teased her folds, so close to where she needed him.
"What did you think about?" Dimitri continued his teasing, tracing a path from her ass to her clit and back, never stopping at one point for too long. "Answer me, Roza," he added when she went silent.
"I thought about us, about you f-finally inside me," she stammered, his touch making her feel hazy. "Y-your tongue, your fingers, your cock. Making me scream your name."
That earned her some relief, first one finger then two pushing into her.
"Fuck, just like that." Rose tried not to thrust her hips into his hand but the friction was just so good.
"And what did you do when you thought about me?" he coaxed, curling his fingers expertly inside her.
"I- fuck. I would touch myself, when I could," she was panting heavily in between words, "didn't have a lot of privacy but I would in the- in the shower."
Dimitri swallowed roughly at her words and the image they painted in his mind, Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He continued to work her with his fingers before pulling them completely out, bringing his lips to her ear.
"Show me."
The words echoed those that he had spoken to her in a similarly commanding tone when they had first met. When he had pinned her to the ground, believing her a threat to his charge.
Now those words had her legs opening further for him, Dimitri sat back on his haunches to watch her, frustratingly out of reach. Keeping her eyes on him, Rose brought one hand where his had just been between her legs, the other cupping one of her breasts.
"I was usually standing up but…" He watched, mesmerized, as she first teased her clit, back arching off the bed, her fingers plucking roughly at her nipple.
"You know," Rose added breathlessly, "usually when I pictured you it involved a lot less clothing."
He looked down at himself, realizing he was still fully dressed.
"So you want a show, Roza?" He grinned wickedly at her.
"Seems only fair since you're getting one," she retorted, mouth opening in a gasp as she slid three fingers easily inside herself.
Pushing himself off the bed, Dimitri positioned himself so she had a full view of him and he could still see her fingers moving relentlessly.
As she fucked herself for him, Rose watched as Dimitri slowly pulled his sweater over his head, revealing his washboard abs. Her mouth watered, the desire to kiss her way down his chest to the dusting of hair leading to his boxers was strong.
Eyes never leaving her, he unbuckled his belt, moving agonizingly slowly to unzip his fly.
"Damnit, Dimitri," she groaned in frustration.
His smirked at her impatience but pulled his jeans and boxers down in one move, stepping out of them. He was now standing before her just as bare as she was.
Rose had stopped the movement of her hands, staring slack-jawed at the man in front of her. He was now much too far away and she reached for him.
He complied quickly, covering her body with his own and letting her feel the pulsing heat of him pressed against her hip.
They both took a moment, overwhelmed at the feeling of skin against skin with no barriers.
Dimitri raised himself onto his forearms before crawling down her body and resettling between her legs. His eyes hungrily took in every inch of skin as he moved, from the glittering piercing in her navel to the array of scars on her body.
Some were from before they had met, others were from battles they had fought together, side by side. Still others were newer, angrier red marks that stood out from the rest. He knew these came from her efforts to protect Lissa out in the human world.
His body bore a similar map of his past and present, her eyes taking him in for the first time in his entirety.
Dimitri pressed his lips softly to each reminder of her strength before reaching her center. His mouth began to kiss her in the most filthy way, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly.
Rose grasped his hair in her fingers, tugging in a way that had him moaning into her, the resulting vibrations making her toes curl.
She felt her earlier tension and nerves melting away under his touch. She wasn't usually one to drag out foreplay, preferring to keep sex quick and efficient. That was another difference with Dimitri - she wanted this to last, to take as much time as they could, learning each other's bodies.
And he was definitely a fast learner. She was approaching her climax at breakneck speed, the months of longing coming to a head. Pressing his thumb on her clit and increasing the speed of his tongue thrusting into her soon had her thighs tightening around him. Her entire body shook with her release as she cried out, his mouth staying on her, working her through it.
Rose looked down and realized that she had released more of her juices than usual, covering his mouth and chin. While she might have normally been embarrassed, now she couldn't bring herself to care as he lapped up every drop.
"That was fucking beautiful," Dimitri murmured as he made his way back up her body, leaving featherlight kisses in his wake. "I knew your taste would drive me insane, Roza. I'll never get enough of it, or of you."
Rose hummed in response, still feeling her high. He returned his lips to hers, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
Her hands reached for him once she came back to herself, wanting a turn to touch and explore him. Dimitri leaned back, giving her better access.
She bent forward, the tips of her curls tickling his chest. Seeing Dimitri shirtless wasn't new, but being able to look at and touch him freely was.
Running her hands down his chest and abs, Rose dipped her head to swirl her tongue around each pink nipple.
"You aren't the only one who has been dying for a taste," she murmured, letting her tongue trace the defined muscles of his abdomen like she had imagined countless times.
She felt his muscles tense under her hands and mouth and heard his moans and quiet curses. Having this kind of power over someone like Dimitri was its own kind of thrill. Rose also loved being able to bring him pleasure when he had served others for so long.
Here in the little world that they created together, they were free to express their desire however they wanted and take as much pleasure from each other as they needed.
"Can I?" she asked softly, hand hovering just above his impressive length.
Rose was far from a virgin and wasn't shy around guys or their dicks but this was different. Sharing this with Dimitri was so much more intimate than any of her previous experiences. Each touch felt important, like they were building something lasting together.
Nodding, Dimitri grabbed her hand and guided it to him, hissing at the feeling of her fingers wrapping around him.
"Fuck, Roza, you can do anything you want to me, you don't have to ask." He was panting already and she had just started touching him. After only feeling his own hand for so long , he had to concentrate hard on not letting go too soon.
"I'm yours," he said softly, watching her as she gripped him.
The truth of it settled in her bones as she continued to touch him, one hand stroking his shaft as the other explored, discovering what he liked. Cupping his balls earned her a groan while scratching her nails down his thigh had him thrusting into her hand.
Dimitri had been touched before, of course, and a lot more, but everything felt new with Rose. Each inch of him that she kissed and caressed belonged to her. He knew he would never want anyone else like this.
Glancing up at him through her eyelashes, she held his gaze while dipping her head down to press a kiss to his tip before dragging her tongue down a prominent vein. His hands tightened around her, eyes closing at the force of the pleasure that her mouth brought him.
Hollowing out her cheeks, Rose took as much of his length as she could into her mouth, and Dimitri's vision went white. He managed to hold on for a few moments of blissful torture before tugging on her hair to pull her off of him.
"As much as I would love to come inside that pretty mouth, I've waited far too long to be inside you, Roza." His pupils were fully dilated, voice a husky rasp.
Rose nodded, shifting up so that her hips straddled his, holding herself above him for a moment.
"I'm yours," she whispered, repeating his earlier words back at him as she lowered herself onto him.
The world beyond the creaky hotel bed disappeared, leaving only the two of them, finally connected as lovers.
Dimitri held his hips still as she adjusted to his size, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek tenderly. He locked eyes with her as she started to move, letting her set the pace.
Most of his previous encounters had been hard and fast. He was someone who felt his emotions deeply and had closed them off to protect himself.
Prior to meeting Rose, Dimitri had no interest in forming attachments to anyone. That spilled over into sex, which became a means for release and nothing more. There were no meaningful gazes, no loving touches.
Dimitri realized that he had fallen into the habit of choosing positions where he wasn't face to face with his partner. Now as he watched Rose riding him, he couldn't tear his gaze away from her.
Not that he would mind taking her from behind in the future. No, that definitely had its appeal. But tonight was as much about their emotions as it was about physical closeness, and he wanted to see all of it in her eyes.
His hands settled on her hips, taking in the sight before him. Rose's curls were in disarray from his fingers, falling in a wild tumble down her shoulders and back. Her breasts bounced as she moved, the sensual motion of her hips causing the light to reflect off of her piercing.
Her kiss-swollen lower lip was caught between her teeth, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of him inside her. Her toned legs rested on either side of his hips, ending in those shoes that could only be described as fuck-me heels.
Dimitri was enjoying her slower pace but he needed more. His hands tightened on her hip as he encouraged her to bounce herself up and down his length, moaning each time he bottomed out.
"Come here," he murmured. One hand remained in a firm grip on her hip while he brought the other one to her hair, pulling her face down to him. Her torso pressed against his, the friction against her nipples adding to her pleasure.
Their mouths became ravenous, sucking and biting as Rose ground her hips down into his. She couldn't get enough of the feeling of fullness, of completeness from having him inside her.
Dimitri met her in short, sharp thrusts, hands pressing into her back as her nails scraped at his shoulders and arms.
Rose pulled away from his mouth with a whimper and he felt her inner walls clench tighter around him. He could tell she was close, and if she kept squeezing him like that he wouldn't be far behind.
"Dimitri." His name moaned from her lips shot molten heat through him, his thrusts becoming erratic. Words of praise rolled off his tongue in a mix of English and Russian, his native tongue and his accent both coming out for her.
"Fuck, you feel amazing, malishka. You're so good for me, moya lyubov," he breathed. "O bozhe, blyat."
And maybe it was his words that tipped her over. It was more Russian than she'd ever heard him speak, words that were dirty and loving and for her alone. Suddenly she was arching her back, hands gripping his shoulders for dear life as she shattered around him.
Opening her eyes, Rose gazed down in time to see him find his own release, pleasure taking over his handsome features as he pulsed inside her. He had called her beautiful, and maybe it was the post-sex daze but she couldn't help thinking that he was beautiful too.
"That was…" Rose trailed off with a little laugh, unable to come up with an adequate descriptor.
"Worth the wait?" he asked with a smirk, but Rose could tell he was a bit self-conscious too.
As if being with him had been anything less than earth-shattering and any other cliche she'd always dismissed about sex.
"Of course, Comrade."
He smiled at her, one of his rare full smiles that most of the world didn't get to see before pulling her down so she was pressed against his chest.
Arms coming around her, Dimitri crushed her to him, reveling in how right it felt to hold her like this.
They stayed like that as long as they could, just basking in each other's embrace. There was none of the post-sex awkwardness that Dimitri was all too familiar with. Instead, he now understood what people meant by an afterglow.
Rose tried to keep her anxiety about the coming days at bay but she knew they would need to leave soon. They had had their moment of peace, the calm before the storm.
Dimitri rolled her off of him gently so he could face her, fingers smoothing out the furrow between her brows.
"It's going to be okay, Roza," he reassured her as best as he could. "We're going to be okay."
"How can you know that?" she asked quietly, unable to keep her lip from quivering.
"You are by far the most important person in my life," Dimitri started, brushing a few sweat-dampened curls from her forehead.
Rose felt all the air leave her lungs at his words. They were a testament to how far they had come and how much he had changed since they had first met. Dimitri now allowed himself to want a life of his own, a life with Rose, instead of a life of servitude.
"I am going to do everything in my power to ensure that Lissa is acquitted and that you both are safe. It's not going to be easy, but we can't execute the final stages of our plan without you. I have faith in you, Rose." Dimitri punctuated his words with a sweet kiss to her mouth.
Rose threw her arms back around him, holding him tightly before disentangling herself with a sigh.
They did have to get moving, and she was not interested in having Eddie - or worse, Meredith - come looking for them while they were still naked in bed.
Realizing she still had her heels on, she took them off before pushing herself off the bed. Glancing down at herself, Rose grimaced.
"I'm going to take a quick shower. Care to join me, Comrade?"
She was reluctant to wash the scent of him from her skin, but if she was about to sit in a car for hours and then be thrown in a jail cell she wanted to at least be clean.
"You go first," he said, not missing her frown. "If I join you, Roza, there will be nothing quick about it."
His words were more of a threat than a promise, sending shivers through her even though he had been inside her just minutes before.
"Suit yourself," she called over her shoulder, shutting the bathroom door behind her.
Turning on the water, Rose tried to gather her thoughts while it heated up.
Everything was going to change after tonight, and in a way it already had. After over a year on the run, she was ready to return back to their world. But there wouldn't be a warm welcome.
Rose knew they had quite the fight ahead of them, but Dimitri's words about his faith in her echoed in her mind, reassuring her.
Stepping under the hot spray, she let herself relax, knowing the coming days would be stressful. A few minutes later she heard a soft knock and pulled back the shower curtain.
Dimitri was standing there, still stark naked, holding up his phone.
"Roza," he murmured, mesmerized by the sight of her, water running over her curves, skin glistening.
"Change your mind?" she asked coyly.
"It turns out I couldn't resist getting to touch you for a little longer," he admitted, setting his phone on the sink. "I set a timer, we have twenty minutes," he added with a smirk.
"I can work with that, Comrade," Rose said with a smile, pulling him under the water with her.
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