Authors note:
So for those wonderful, kind souls who have reviewed my chapters, I have a question. I have replied to nearly every review I have gotten. Do you not get my replies? Or can you not reply back to what I said? I'm not necessarily expecting replies, I am just curious. I'm still new to this site.
Sorry for taking so long to update. I got distracted by reading other VA fanfictions, and ideas for my own story/book. It keeps swimming around in my head and I keep doing research that keeps putting this chapter off. Plus this chapter was harder to write than others. It will be easier once the action picks back up.
I am going to skip over the encounters that were actually in bloodlines. There's no point in me rewriting it, it's not my work after all.
Prepare yourselves for some lemony goodness ;) I was going to put it in the next chapter, but I felt like I owed it to you guys since it took me so long to update. I had to get past some of the boring filler things I wasn't quite sure how to write. There are three and a half pages of the lemon. You can always skip ahead to the next chapter later, if you don't want to read it.
Chapter 5
"Jesus Christ, can you turn your aura down? They won't let me sit anywhere else." Complained Adrian. It was the first thing he said to me all day. We were currently sitting on the plane, rolling towards the runway. We had managed to meet, drive to the airport, drop off his luggage, check in, go through security, wait for boarding, and board the plane without him actually say any words to me. I asked him questions along the way, but he had reverted to cave man communication. He sometimes grunted in response, shook his head yes or no, or would occasionally point at something. Adrian was usually sarcastic and witty, so I took this as a sign of how strained our relationship had gotten. So that's why I wasn't sure if it was him talking to me that shocked me, or what he actually said.
"Turn my aura down? Is that even a thing?" I asked, confused about how I could achieve such a solution. "And what do you mean? What's wrong with it?" I asked again. He looked rather disgusted.
"You're shining like you are your own personal sun. That or you got too close to radioactive material. You're too bright to look at head on. Stop thinking about your damn Russian assassin. When you aren't off in your own little world it dims a little. They won't even give me complimentary alcohol to dull it down for you until we are up in the air." He said grouchily, as if he was actually thinking about harassing the stewardess until the moment she could finally feed his alcoholism. We were sitting in first class. I wouldn't expect anything less of Adrian. Part of me wanted to chuckle at the Russian assassin comment, but I knew that wouldn't help. So I just chose to smile instead. I didn't exactly want to push my luck right now. Adrian and I aren't exactly on good terms at the moment. There is no point in pushing the possibility of turning our precarious situation into a volatile one. I had been thinking about Dimitri and the how well our night went. Our sex life still thrilled me. Trying to keep Adrian in mind, I shifted my thoughts to my upcoming task- keeping Jill safe until we met up with the Alchemists. I could feel Adrian release a little tension in his body, so I assumed my aura wasn't as blinding.
After the plane took off, Adrian ordered alcohol as soon as they would let him. With us being in first class, the accommodated him quickly. We had been sitting in brisk silence between us. It was understandable how we both seemed uncomfortable. I was resolute in not bringing up the topic which strained between us. I thought I had made my position perfectly clear.
"I didn't mean for last night to happen." Adrian started, after downing several of the small plane size alcohol bottles. I assumed he needed to let the alcohol set in before starting this conversation. "As much as I hate apologizing to you- I'm sorry. You were only worried about Jill, and I attempted to take advantage of the situation. I probably had too much to drink last night." I was surprised by his words. I hadn't expected him to apologize. He was still pretty angry about me cheating on him, so an apology was the last thing I expected. I nodded.
"Are – the dreams bad?" I hesitated, wondering if this topic was safe to tread upon. He pointedly did not look at me.
"It depends on how you look at it." He paused before continuing, "Are the dreams, in and of themselves, bad? No. I see the passion in which you live your life, and it's provocative to my soul. My dreams show me just how much my subconscious still desires you. In my dreams you're alluring, showing me every reason I wanted you to begin with. My dreams glorify you. So, they aren't exactly bad dreams, but they aren't good for me either. I wake up every day with that pang in my heart. I remember what happened, why you aren't mine any longer. I feel that betrayal and bitterness race through me every time I awake from these dreams. And, I have these dreams every time I close my eyes. I can't escape from you, Rose. It's rather an exquisite form of torture. Of course, then during the day I get to see you and Belikov flashing your relationship around in public. No matter where I turn, there's a reminder of the betrayal, the pain. It's a continual loop I can't escape from." I sat numbly beside him as the words soaked into my being. Torture? That's not what I wanted for Adrian.
"And that's why you can't move on." I murmured. He nodded at my conclusion.
"Last night, I saw the passion as you defended Jill from my life as a screw up. It was the same ardor I saw in my dreams. It was – intoxicating. It's a lame excuse, but it's why I couldn't stop myself." He finished. It was understood without being said that he couldn't stop himself from kissing me. I nodded with understanding, and chanced a look at him. He was gazing at me. Our eyes connected. So much could be said without saying a thing. I could see the anguish that I caused him on a daily basis, and truth in his words. I think he could see my acceptance of what he said. His eyes softened, and I hoped he could see that I wasn't truly trying to hurt him. I hoped he could understand that I never meant to actively wound him. We sat for the rest of the plane ride in silence, but it was no longer the same as before. Somehow, by talking, we had bridged the gap between us. By no means were we healed, but we weren't as uncomfortable in each other's presence. We certainly weren't trying to agitate one another. It was rather a relaxed silence as we endured the rest of the plane ride.
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Now that Adrian and I hashed things out, things went smoothly. We landed in Santa Barbra, easily rented a car, due to Adrian being older than I was, and picked up Eddie and Jill in Los Angeles. Their flight had also gone smoothly, but then again; they didn't have the friction Adrian and I had. For once, I actually got to drive, since Dimitri wasn't around. It struck me how I was actually in charge during this trip. I was the senior guardian. In retrospect, it shouldn't have surprised me, given all my field experience. Eddie sat on the opposite side of the car as I did, in the back seat. Adrian was beside me, riding shotgun. Jill was behind me, but she certainly was the loudest. Not that she was actually loud, she was just chatty. It made the car ride to Palm Springs much easier though. I knew that talking helped burn off some of that nervous energy she must be feeling. She was being thrown into a new environment, for her safety. Luckily, she would have Eddie and Adrian around. Part of me wished I could guard both Lissa and Jill, but unfortunately I couldn't be in both places at once. Lissa may be your best friend, but it's your fault Jill is in danger. You're responsible for her death. I glanced in my rear view mirror at Jill, before shaking those thoughts out of my head.
Pulling into the address I had been given for the Moroi house in Palm Springs, I immediately stiffened. There were already two cars pulled up in the circular drive in front of the house. One of which was a rental car. The alchemists weren't supposed to arrive before us. Putting the car in park, I got out and helped Jill out. Eddie helped Adrian. We formed a protective formation with me in front, Jill and Adrian behind me, and then Eddie in the back. Eddie picked up on the same signs I saw along with my posture, and remained just as tense as I did. Keeping my eyes peeled for moment, we made our way up to the front door. I knew Eddie had our backs. If anyone had been watching, they would have thought we were just confidently walking up to the front door. It was a trait guardians trained for. Stay alert, but remain confident. With all my experience, I had mastered such moves. With the others pausing behind me, I knocked on the door. It didn't take long for someone to answer it, although I was shocked to see a familiar face.
"Ah, here's the party we have been waiting for. Come in, come in. I've been telling Mr. Donahue how you have been estranged from court life." Said Abe, of all people. Mr. Donahue had no idea who we actually were.
"Old man, what are you doing here? You must have left yesterday in order to beat us." I said, surprised to see him. Although, I shouldn't have been surprised. He was known for pulling things like this.
"Of course I left yesterday. I had to make sure that everything went well for my daughter when she arrived." He countered, stepping aside so that my group could make it inside. It was a very well built, big house. Abe showed us to the main living room, where Mr. Donahue was sitting. We were all introduced to him, and his son, who was sitting next to him. After being in a plane, and a car for so long, I wasn't contented to just sit around. Using hand signals, I subtly told Eddie that I was going to secure the rest of the house. As a professional guardian, it wouldn't be acceptable to just assume that the house was safe. I checked every room, doing the seeing-without-seeing thing in rooms with personal items, like Clarence Donahue's room. It felt good to stretch my legs, and focus on a task rather than just sit around chatting with the group. It was better for me to secure the area and leave Eddie to acclimate the group he would be staying with, than visa versa. After checking all the rooms, I slowly made my way back to the living room. I nodded to Eddie that the place was secure, not that I expected to find any Strigoi hiding in the place.
"Ah, so that is where my darling daughter disappeared to." Said Abe loudly, after noticing me. I walked into the room hearing some uncomfortable questions about why Jill and Adrian left court. I certainly didn't mind Zmey using me as a distraction.
"You know me, old man. Just had to make sure the house was secure." I said, leaning up against a wall. This made Clarence Donahue's eyes light up.
"Young lady, would you mind checking the outside perimeter? It has been a while since someone who knew what they were doing checked it" He said in his weak, old voice.
"I don't think Strigoi are usually in this area." I said, nodding, still consenting to checking his property.
"It's not Strigoi I am worried about." He said solemnly. I gave him a look, fervently wishing I could ark my eyebrow upwards like Dimitri could. I didn't question him, due to the look his son, Lee, adorned when Clarence brought it up. It was a look of 'oh god, not this again'. I wordlessly turned and walked to the back door. I noticed that it seemed rather old and rusted, although the door was in good shape. I started by walking the outside of the house, looking for weaknesses or rotting. I then made a sweep of the entire outside perimeter, and checking the gardens. It took quite a bit of time, but I didn't see much out of place. Before making my way back into the building, I notice another car had pulled up in the circular drive. The alchemists must be here. I wonder who they sent? When I finally made it inside, I was shocked to see yet another family face. It must be a reunion of sorts. It was Sydney Sage, an alchemist I had met in Russia.
The group talked for a while before Sydney took off with the other alchemist, Jill, and Eddie. Adrian was to stay here at Clarence's house. Adrian was purposefully staying away from me, which didn't really bother me. This was not the place for Adrian and me to sort out whatever little friendship we had left. My flight was going to take off in about 7 hours, so I knew it was time for me to hit the road. My tickets had been booked to fly out of Las Vegas, which was hopefully far enough away from Palm Springs to deflect any attention. It was still going to take me around four hours to drive there. I bid goodbye to the Donahues, along with Adrian, although Adrian didn't respond. When I got in my rental car, I was surprised to see Abe getting in the passenger seat next to me.
"Woah, what do you think you're doing Zmey?" I asked. He smiled widely, throwing a tiny suitcase in the back seat.
"Oh, you didn't know I was flying out of Las Vegas with you?" He declared. It was obvious to him that I was unaware, and he was taking pleasure in being the better informed person in the room.
"I didn't know you were going to be here at all. What about your rental car parked over there?" I questioned. He shrugged it off with a gleam in his eye.
"I've already arranged for someone to come pick it up, so I could leave with my only child." I wasn't sure if his smile could get larger than it was now. I just shook my head, and started the car.
After a while of driving, I let my thoughts of my father cloud my mind. I still had so many questions about him, although I still wasn't sure I was ready to ask all of him. He had become a new fixture in my life, and even broken me out of jail. He tried to be there for me.
"So tell me the real reason you were in Russia." I asked, already thinking I knew the answer, but that didn't stop me from wanting to hear him say it. He looked over at me.
"Don't you already know?" He asked back. I spared a glance at him, before returning my gaze back to the road.
"Cut the crap old man and just answer my questions for once." I responded.
"Janine told me you were missing. I happened to do some digging, and learned about your mentor's death. Digging up information on him was even easier. I chose to stay close to my business in Russia while I had every contact I knew looking out for you. It wasn't hard for me to make it to Baia before you after Sydney contacted me and told me your desired destination." He stopped, as if it were the end of the conversation.
"You said you were working for someone. Why not come out and tell me who you were instead of making me paranoid? I was an adult, I didn't need to think the entire world was working against me." I stated simply, as if he should have thought of such things.
"Like you would have listened to a man who claimed to be your father, who had previously been non-existent in your life? It was safer for you not to know who I was. Janine and I made that decision a long time ago. If I told you who I was, you would have just brushed me off. So I chose my more natural dominant personality. You may not have known me, but I kept an eye on you from afar. You don't back down to challenges normally, so I knew you couldn't brush me off. It allowed me to attempt to take care of you, although I guess I could have done a better job. If I had made sure you left for Montana from Baia, you wouldn't have gotten abducted." He finished. I didn't exactly need him reminding me of my time incarcerated at the Strigoi house.
"I – might have listened." I said, not even able to believe myself as I said it. He raised an eyebrow, shooting me one of his looks showing me he knew better.
"Come on Rose, you're a better liar than that. It's in our genes." He joked. I couldn't help but chuckle. I laughed along with him. Yes, I had a mother who didn't like me doing anything wrong, and a father who praised me every time I didn't do things the right way.
"Why couldn't you tell me the real reason you were in Baia?" Abe asked, taking the line of questioning into his own hands. We hadn't exactly had the chance to sit and talk together. I visibly hesitated. My breath caught in my throat. He waited patiently as I gathered my thoughts.
"Like I alluded to earlier, I was paranoid. I was afraid you were going to try to stop me, and ship me back to Montana, or worse." I could see his eyebrow raise in my periphery, so I continued. "In one scenario, I decided that the Queen hired you to find me, and kill me off. I wasn't exactly her favorite person at the time." That got me a laugh from Abe, but he didn't otherwise interrupt. "But it was more than that. We worked immensely hard to fight our feelings for one another. It was something forbidden. When you tell yourself every single day that you can't have someone, it's not easy to talk about. And then, we finally gave in to our feelings, and even made plans for our future. It was a day later that he was ripped away from me. I was mourning the one thing I had wanted for so long, that I barely got to have. No one could understand why I was so upset, they thought he was just my mentor. They thought I should move on easier, but no one understood. That's why no one could comprehend why I was so hell-bent on freeing his soul. I went to Russia to kill him- to kill Dimitri. Talking about it – well, it made it real. Only Adrian and Liss really knew. No one else needed to. I didn't need anyone else judging me on my injudicious quest to find Dimitri. Not many people go out looking for one Strigoi in particular. I couldn't think of any other way to move on. I couldn't risk anyone trying to stop me." I finally finished, laying all my feelings from that time period on the line. This wasn't like me, I usually didn't get the chance to just confide in people, especially not Abe.
"You're right, I would have stopped you." He said after taking a moment to let my words sink through.
"Like hell you would. I'm YOUR daughter afterall. I am not so easily deterred." I shot back.
"Neither of us are. Either way, it is in the past." He hesitated before he continued. "And you love him? Truly love him?" We both knew the 'him' that Abe was referring to was Dimitri. Did Abe really think I would have gone to Russia, and all the trouble of freeing Victor Dashkov if I didn't really love him?
"I'm sure, old man, that you are aware of my reputation. I've spent a lot of time flirting, and kissing guys. My freshman year, you could have said that kissing guys was my favorite pass time. None of those experienced can compare to Dimitri. Yeah, I was just being young an immature at the time – but I didn't realize it has a lot to do with body chemistry. When Dimitri touches me in anyway, even if he is just grabbing my wrist, or touching my shoulder; it sends electricity into me. His touch is literally electrifying. Even the most innocent of touches alights the nerve endings hiding just under my skin. It's like I can feel my body spring to life in places he touches me. And, as you can imagine, when the touches aren't quite so innocent, the feeling magnifies exponentially. That doesn't even begin to cover how well suited we are for one another, or how well we understand each other. His deepest darkest secrets are just written on his sleeve for me to read. It scared us originally, how well we understood each other. I can't lie to him, and he can't keep things from me. We both can tell, and can call each other out on it. In the short time I've known him, I can see things that lifelong friends didn't know. It's like our souls just understand one another. As long as Dimitri is alive, I know no one else can compare." I was suddenly remembering my attempt to get over Dimitri with Mason, and when I asked Adrian to compulse me to want to kiss him. As sweet as Mason was, he couldn't compare to Dimitri. Even when I was being manipulated by the power of spirit to want to kiss Adrian, I realized it was more than a mechanical, physical draw I felt to Dimitri.
"You're young, my daughter, so I wanted to make sure this was real." He stated simply, but not unkindly. It didn't bother me as much as it probably should have. I knew not everyone could understand how Dimitri and I felt about each other. I also knew that every young person thinks their love is special. We continued to talk for the remainder of our trip. I must admit, it was enjoyable to be able to spend time to get to know my father, even if he did get on my nerves sometimes.
A couple hours later, we were waiting in the airport for our flight. Instead of just sitting around, we decided to go walking, which ended up as shopping. Abe, being the cunning fox he is, convinced me to model for him. I picked out several outfits and dresses that I normally wouldn't be able to afford and tried them on in the tiny changing room provided by the boutique. Abe was very happy to see the outfits, offering his advice. At the end, he picked out the garments that he liked, and bought them. I was astonished.
"Old man, what are you doing?" I asked, following him up to the cashier.
"I'm making up for a couple of the birthdays I missed." He said, as if it were no big deal. These were expensive clothes.
"No, I can't let you-" I started. He gave me one of those signature Abe Mazur looks.
"You think you can control what I do for my loved ones?" He asked, almost dangerously.
"But Abe-" I started again. He pulled out his credit card, and my eyes bugged at the bill. I hadn't thought we would seriously buy anything. I thought we were just passing the time.
"But Abe nothing. You can take these clothes now, or I'll have your boyfriend put them in your closet later. Hell, I can break into your room and put them in there myself." He muttered. I finally sighed, knowing how stubborn our family was. I took the bag from him dramatically, attaching it to my carry-on bag. He was smiling like a Cheshire cat. I could tell the flight home wouldn't be easy after this.
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Arriving back at court, the first thing I knew I had to do was debrief Lissa. We were currently sitting in her living room. Since it was just her and I, along with some of the Royal Guard, she felt no need to occupy the actual meeting room. It wasn't as personal of a space as her private chambers. I told Liss everything I could about the situation at Palm Springs, including the alchemists who were in charge of Jill. I was hoping that if anything went wrong, that Adrian would keep in touch with Lissa.
"Rose." Lissa started hesitantly, pausing for a moment while she contemplated continuing. "Do you think Jill hates me?" She finally finished.
"What on earth gives you that idea?" I asked, shocked.
"I'm the reason she is in danger. If I weren't Queen, then dissidents wouldn't be after her life. I wouldn't have had to take her away from nearly everyone and everything she has ever known. I wouldn't have had to hide her. It's my fault she can't return to St. Vladimir's. It's my fault she can't even contact her parents. She can't see or hear from any of her old friends. She's basically alone and with strangers right now, and it's because of a sister she's barely gotten a chance to know. We haven't had the chance to get used to our roles as family members. You know how awkward it's been so far. And – I want it to get better, but how is that supposed to happen?" Liss was no longer looking at me. She was seeing her thoughts flash inside of her mind. Her guilt was written all over her face.
"She doesn't hate you Liss. She may not like the situation she's in right now, but she doesn't blame you. She blames the bastards who tried to kill her!" I started, leaning towards her and grabbing her hands. "Jill may not like being away from her family, but she likes her sister. After all this is over, you need to take some time and really bond with her. It's not her fault that your father had a fling with her mother. She is the only blood family you have remaining. The attack that night should be a reminder that time is precious. Use it wisely and build a relationship with her, before something happens and it is too late." She seemed a little pained about me bringing up her father, but she still accepted my words.
"So you think there is still hope then?" She asked tentatively. I smiled at her. I knew all too well at the possibility of things being too late. I had almost lost Dimitri.
"Of course I do." I answered without hesitation. She sighed and seemed to relax a little.
"There is something else I wanted to talk to you about." She started, seeming a little anxious. I looked at her cautiously, wishing I could probe our no longer existent bond for answers. God it sucked that we were no longer connected.
"What?" I asked, warily.
"Well, this palace is rather a large place, it can be used for a multitude of different occasions. Most of the rooms are never in use, especially since we have guest housing, and I have no children of my own. Personally, I'm glad we have guest housing so I don't have to worry about someone sneaking into my room-" She started, but I interrupted her.
"We would never let that happen." She smiled at my comment, and then continued.
"Anyways, Rose – I want you to move into one of the downstairs bedrooms." She concluded. Lissa lived on the third floor although both the second and third floor were exclusively bedroom suites. We had decided that a third floor suite was more secure from the outside than a second floor suite. Having so many suites allowed for each monarch to choose a room different than their predecessor. Queen Tatiana, being an impatient woman, had chosen a second story room. On the first floor there were two different meeting halls, a private kitchen, and a small ballroom, along with public bathrooms.
"Oh please don't tell me you want me to move into Queen Bitchs' room-" I started, but Liss interrupted me.
"No of course not. Christian is moving in on the third floor, so he can be close as well. If you and Dimitri move in, you will be close to your assignments. Plus, you've been accumulating a list of complaints at your location." She finished shyly.
"Complaints?" I asked. "Why would anyone complain about me? I'm a fucking ray of sunshine in a place like that. Screw that, I am the sun when I'm there." I said. We both laughed at my sarcastic comments.
"Well, you have certain-" She hesitated, figuring out the wording she wanted to use, "noise level complaints during restful hours." She said slowly, but I caught her meaning very well.
"If they shared a room with a Russian god, then they wouldn't get much sleep either." I mumbled. Lissa couldn't help but chuckle.
"If you move in here, you'll have a whole floor to yourself." She said in a sing song voice, trying to entice me. I let out a huge dramatic sigh.
"I guess Dimitri and I will be packing and moving all day tomorrow." I said, as if this were the biggest hindrance I had ever encountered. She brightened. No, she glowed.
"Great! Let me show you the room I have picked out for you!" She exclaimed, jumping to her feet. I was momentarily stunned by how quickly she went from quiet to extremely enthusiastic. She grabbed me by the hand and practically dragged me out the door with guardians trailing behind us.
"Liss, I still need to talk to Dimitri about this-" I started. She interrupted me again before I could continue. She's been getting bad about doing that lately.
"I just want to show you the room. I'm sure you and Dimitri can talk about it later." It didn't take long for us to be in the elevator. At this time of night, there was a guardian who was permanently stationed in there, as well as one at each of the stair wells. I felt bad for any guardian stationed on elevator duty. Liss was basically bouncing with excitement. She pulled me in the opposite direction of her room above us on the third floor when we arrived on the second. Maybe she was worried about how loud I could actually be. She continued to drag me until she reached a certain door, and then she came to an abrupt stop. She wordlessly encouraged me towards the door, still brimming with energy. I reached for the doorknob, and slowly pushed the door open.
All the lights were off in the room, but the room was still lit up. There were candles everywhere. Several were in the foyer, and I cautiously entered, making my way into the suite. Lissa closed the door behind me. What in the world does she have planned? I looked down at the floor and noticed there was a trail of rose petals on the floor. Wishing I could pull off the Dimitri eyebrow trick, I slowly followed the trail. It led me through each of the rooms, with candles dimly illuminating each of them for me to see. It, along with all the rest of the rooms in the palace, is already furnished. It was quite beautiful and elegant. It's hard for me to believe that a guardian should be living here. The last room was the bedroom. There, sitting on the foot of the bed cross-legged, was my Russian Dhampir god. He was shirtless, only wearing black pajama pants. His hair hung in his face, casting his face in darkness. He still looked calm and serene. My imagination played around with the image of people bowing down at his feet and worshiping him like Buddha. The candles made enough light to highlight each of his muscles, including his eight pack and his strong biceps. Just the sight of him made me want to drool. Why did it suddenly feel like I had been away from him for months? When was the last time I saw him again? Less than 24 hours ago?
"Welcome back, milaya." He said in a low, thickly accented voice. He knew all too well what that did to me.
"So you're in on this too, huh? What happened to talking to me about things?" I asked, leaning against the door frame. I was still appreciating just how hot my man looked, even if he was dressed simply.
"I thought it would make a nice surprise for you. Christian talked to me several days ago, and we both know you wouldn't have turned this offer down. It was an upgrade from our room, plus you wouldn't have been able to turn down Lissa. If it had come down to it, you wouldn't have disobeyed a direct order from your Queen. Plus, it's entirely possible that we might have gotten kicked out of our other room soon anyways." He said, mumbling the part at the end.
"Are you complaining, comrade?" I asked, leaning out of the door frame a little. "Because I think it's partly your fault we were getting noise complains. It takes two to tango." If I could see his face right now, I swear he would be blushing.
"Of course I'm not complaining. We figured after the attacks, this was yet another way to help bolster security. It's a win-win situation." He said softly.
"So you moved us into this suite while I was gone? I guess that explains why my suitcase is over there by that closet." I said, looking away from him. He gracefully unfolded himself and glided off the bed. It still amazed me how such a tall man moved with such refinement. It took him only moments to be right in front of me. Without touching my skin, he moved my long bangs out of my face.
"Are you unhappy Roza? Would you rather we moved back into our old room?" He asked softly. He was so close, his scent intoxicating. I was beginning to feel tipsy from it. My eyes flicked back to his face. My god was his face handsome. Surely this man must be made by divine powers? Science just isn't sexy enough to make men this perfect. I managed to shake my head. I was gone for what, only 24 hours? Any immunity I had gained to his power over me had vanished. I felt weak in the knees just from him looking at me like that.
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His hand cupped my cheek as he began to lean in closer to me. BAM, just like that, I felt that electrical current shoot through my skin, lighting me on fire. It wasn't unpleasant in any way. This was what I was trying to describe to Abe. My world could be turned upside down in mere seconds by one touch from this man- My man. Good chills shot down my spine before Dimitri had a chance to kiss me. When his supple lips touched mine, kissing me softly, my lips buzzed with an even intense current. Instead of numbing my skin, it only heightened my senses. How could lips that had once spoken such harsh words to me that shattered my heart now be so soft and bringing me such joy? It made no sense, but I was sure glad it was this way now. I kissed him back just as tenderly, leaning into him. He placed his hands on my hips, pulling me into him. Those hands, oh, those hands! They were firm and strong. There were the bringer of death to many a Strigoi. Those hands had brought suffering to so many. Yet right now they felt smooth and sensual. It felt like his hands brought the breath of life to my hips. Suddenly, I felt bare, like half of me or more was dead. Not enough of me was touching Dimitri. He was still kissing me tenderly, taking his own sweet time.
Fuck this. I flung myself on him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He caught me easily, as if I weighed nothing. His embrace was tight, holding me to him as if he were afraid I would fall. Which was not the case, not the way I was clinging onto him. Our kiss deepened, becoming more desperate. He moved us over a little and pressed me up against the wall. God, I loved that feeling. I felt restricted, yet closer to Dimitri, as if more of my body were touching him, coming alive.
His lips broke away from mine, and I suddenly felt bereft. I wasn't thinking clearly, I was still feeling intoxicated from being around him. God, what did this man do to me? His lips brushed against my neck and I stiffened as I let out a nearly inaudible gasp. I leaned my head back against the wall as my hands flew into his hair. He began kissing my neck with more ardor, adding in some nips and sucking. I began moaning softly. Every time he heard one, he would change tactics on my neck. My neck was alight with sensations, feeling so alive that it could jump off my body. With every moan I made, I could feel a pressure building behind his pajama pants. My-oh-my did it feel good against my crotch. I grinded myself against his building bulge. It was his turn to emit a moan. I leaned my head back down and our eyes met. His were dark, full of emotion and lust. I nearly came unglued from that one stare. Our lips crashed upon each other's desperately, as he started pulling at my shirt. Our lips had to part just long enough to rip my shirt over my head before they frantically collided again.
His hands gripped my hips again, pushing me against the wall harder as he kissed me deeper. It was as if he was trying to pull me into him; as if he needed us to become one being. I felt the same way. In this moment, I knew that he could never be close enough. His hands started sliding up my skin, alighting every inch on fire. Figurative fire at least, since Dhampir's couldn't wield magic. Both hands reached my breasts, and started massaging them, grabbing them whole-handedly. I moaned into his mouth. My whole body was tingling with desire, my core burning. Yet again I was amazed how he could affect me this way. How could Dimitri even be real?
I started squirming, which was effectively grinding myself into Dimitri's crotch even more. I knew I was already wet, my body was already prepared for him. I think he could feel the heat radiating from my core, because he growled into my mouth. His hands reached behind me and deftly unhooked my bra. Our kiss never broke for that article of clothing. Between the two of us, we removed it within seconds. It flew somewhere into the room. I was sure I could find it later, but it was the last thing on my mind now. All I could focus on was Dimitri and the way he made my body feel. Nothing else in the world mattered. Nothing else existed. His hands were back on my breasts again. One hand was massaging the entire breast, the other hand was slowly manipulating just the nipple. I moaned and bucked my hips into him. My breasts were more tender than usual. My nipples were rock hard, protruding out into his touch. Suddenly Dimitri paused our kiss, looking down at my breasts puzzled. My body was burning, and I was confused. Why did he stop? What could be wrong? He squeezed both breasts whole-handedly.
"Are your breasts-" He paused, still seeming puzzled. "slightly larger?" I was shocked.
"What? Why would they be larger?" I asked, trying to figure out what kind of question was that. He touched my body every day. Why would my breasts suddenly change?
"I don't know, but I like it." He whispered thickly, his eyes dark with lust again. He suddenly gripped my ass, pulling me further up his body. My legs were now wrapped around his mid torso. I could feel those abs rubbing against my clit through my clothes. My body had become more sensitive. He still had me pressed up against the wall as his lips came in contact with one of my nipples. I gasped loudly. If my breasts were larger, I hadn't noticed yet. But I could tell that Dimitri really liked the idea as he suckled, licked and gently nipped them. My hands were running through his long hair, my head laid back against the wall. Whichever breast his mouth was neglecting, one of his hands was massaging it, or gently squeezing the nipple. I couldn't help but whimper and moan in pleasure. My breasts were more sensitive today than ever before. Maybe my increased sex life had made them that way? His free hand traced down my stomach and unbuttoned my black jean pants. Yes. God yes, let's get those pants off of me. I thought it, but was unable to form any words. My body was burning for Dimitri.
He slowly and teasingly unzipped my jeans, causing me to squirm against him. It only caused my swollen clit to rub against his abs, giving me no real release. He continued to make out with my breasts, much to my delight, as he slowly slipped my jeans and underwear down and of my ass. As much as I was enjoying being pushed up against the wall, I wasn't ready for him to put me down and I was pretty sure that he shared my sentiments. What happened next showed our strength and control over our muscles. I wrapped my arms back around my neck, and kept my arms rigid to hold me in the air against the wall as I unwrapped my legs from around his torso. He leaned into me, helping me stay lifted as he tore the rest of my clothing away from my body before guiding my legs back around him. With nearly effortless control, both of us slowly let me drop back into an easy position with my legs around his hips. My crotch, hot and ready, was less than inches away from his groin. My rock hard nipples were pressed against his chest, which only teased my body further. He was admiring my body, his eyes nearly black with desire. Like always, his eyes spoke a thousand words to me. I could see just how much he loved me, how much he desired me. I hope he could see the same in my eyes.
I pulled his heads towards me, desperately crashing my lips onto his. I wanted him - no, I needed him. My body was burning with desire and I needed him to release me, to release all this pent up passion I felt boiling throughout me. He moaned into my mouth, our tongues wresting each other. He purposefully pushed his crotch towards my burning center, the apex of my being. I moaned loudly as I felt how hard he was. I could feel him throbbing against my core. I was ready for him, so ready. I wouldn't have been surprised if his cotton pajama pants were becoming soaked. He moaned again. I needed him – I needed him now. I urgently tried to remove his pajama pants with my feet, and failed. He felt me squirming around him and couldn't help but pull back from our kiss and smile.
"Need help milaya?" he whispered thickly. Fuck yes. But the words stuck in my throat, I seemed beyond words at the moment, only animalistic grunts or moans. I nodded instead. While I clung to him, in one deft motion, he dropped his pants to the ground, kicking them away from us. I felt his manhood spring to attention, hard as steel. I moaned loudly as it hit my thigh. I started squirming, desperate to have it inside me. He was much longer than the average man, and certainly wasn't lacking in thickness. Out of curiosity one day, I had measured him. He was 10 inches long and nearly 8 inches in circumference. It made his body proportionate, since he was rather a large man with large, well trained muscles. He pressed himself against me, causing the head to hit the folds outside my center and then trail upwards and hit my clit. We both moaned loudly at the same time. He trailed my own juices across my body by the head of his pulsing member. He knew I was ready for him.
"What is it that you want, milaya?" He asked, his accent exceptionally thick in this moment of passion. He knew, as he always did, how much that affected me. I whimpered and try to squirm myself onto his cock, but he wasn't having it. We both knew that in this instant, he was in control. Here was my alpha male taking control over me. He started rocking his hips backwards and forwards, causing his thick cock to seesaw across my clit. My body tensed, begging for more, but it was enough to get my voice working.
"You." I finally managed to moan out. He wasn't satisfied with this answer. He allowed the head to find the wet portal that entered into my center again, but again refused to push forward into it. Instead he pushed up again, teasing my clit further and spreading my juices around.
"Tell me what you want, Roza." He demanded thickly, his lips next to my ear. I was shivering in excitement. How could this man affect me so much?
"I need you inside of me." I moaned out, managing to make myself louder this time. I noticed my voice came out breathless sounding. I could feel him smile. He slowly pulled his turgid cock backwards, the head at my soaked entrance once again.
"Is this where you want it?" He asked roughly, making his member pulsate once again. I knew he was dying to be inside me just as much as I was. I nodded. God, yes. I needed him inside me.
"Tell me, Roza. I want to hear you say it." He growled out. I tried to squirm myself onto him, anything to get him inside of me, but he was in perfect control. He wouldn't go any further until he got want he wanted.
"I – I want you inside my pussy. I need you." I managed to whimper out again. I was at his mercy. My body was on fire, and I needed release. I felt his cock pulsate harder, obviously liking hearing what I had said. He got what he wanted. He growled possessively while thrusting himself into me in one fluid plunge. I cried out in pleasure. My body had been more than prepared for him. Now that my core had been pierced, I could feel my juices running down onto him. I felt completely full. He stretched me more than I ever imagined possible. It was a feeling of real satisfaction. Now that he was inside of me, I felt closer to him, which is what we had both been desiring. I felt myself clench down on him just thinking about it. He growled again, pulling nearly completely back out, before thrusting himself back inside of me, coated even further in my ample essence. I needed him, I needed to release all this passion boiling within my body. He was the only way I could get the release I needed. My Russian God.
"Please Dimitri. Don't stop-" I managed to choke out. That was all the encouragement he needed. He grabbed a fist full of my long almost black hair near the scalp close to the base of my neck. He pulled back and thrusted into me harder, causing me to cry out in pleasure again. This time he didn't hold himself inside of me like he had before. He immediately began pistoning himself in and out of me. I continued crying out in pleasure, all of a sudden glad to have a more secluded room. Had I ever been this loud before? I wrapped my legs against him tightly, trying to pull him deeper into me. With every movement I made to help him, he growled out in appreciation. He moaned along with me to every thrust of his hips. I was so full of him, my center felt so stretched. So wonderful. So, so very wonderful.I could feel my climax growing inside of my gut, the pressure building up. I could feel his steely member pulsating inside of me.
All of a sudden, he grabbed my legs, throwing them over his shoulders, holding onto my hips. He wouldn't let me fall, but it put me in a very precarious situation. I was crunched up against the wall. I felt so high off the ground, almost like I was flying. It only added to my pleasure, feeling erotic to not be grounded. He thrust into me again while into this position, and I felt him going even deeper than before. I screamed out in pleasure. It felt like he was touching places he had never touched before, and my god it felt amazing. I was being stretched in a completely new way. My scream only urged him on further. He continued faster and harder. I knew it would only be a matter of time before I orgasmed. My arms were wrapped around his neck. Our eyes were connected. His were black with desire. We were both sweating, but we felt so amazing. I couldn't stop looking into his eyes. They said a million things. How much he wanted me. How much he desired me. How much he loved me. Staring into each other's eyes made it even more erotic, and intimate. I couldn't hold out much longer. My body began to shake as I tried to hold it back. I didn't want it to end just yet.
"Dimitri, I'm going to-" I started, but couldn't finish. I screamed at the top of my lungs as my orgasm ripped through me. I know I clenched down onto him harder than I had ever before. My body was shaking violently as I rode out my climax.
"ROZA." I heard him scream as he came inside of me after my walls clamped down on him. I could feel him pulsating inside me, blasting me full of his thick, hot seed. It made me feel even more full as I continued to ride out my orgasm. I was glad that we were both Dhampirs and we didn't have to worry about birth control. It would have sucked to have a condom between us. I loved feeling him au natural. As I had came, my eyes had moved back into my head, but now they sought out Dimitri's eyes. He was still watching me, regarding me with a look of awe. He finally noticed the precarious position I was currently curled up in, and let my legs down. I let them wrap back around his waist. He was still inside of me, but it felt right for him to be there. It felt complete. We started kissing lovingly, letting his member gradually shrink within me. After it finally shrank enough to fall out, he finally let my feet touch the floor again. My legs felt weak and shaky. I noticed then that his legs were soaked.
"What's that?" I asked. He followed my eye sight, raising an eyebrow.
"That was you, milaya." He whispered huskily, obviously fond of the memory.
"Me? How did I do that?" I asked, noticing there was also a small puddle on the floor. He kicked his pajama pants over the puddle, letting them soak it up.
"You didn't realize that you squirted for the first time?" He asked, answering my question with a question.
"I did what?" I exclaimed, not quite realizing that that was a thing. His face softened.
"Yes, Roza, that's your cum." He whispered seductively. "It was so hot. I never knew you – I'm just going to have to make you do it again, and again." He growled, obviously turned on. I could see him start to grow again. He pulled me back to him, kissing me deeply. I didn't know that I could squirt, but I was glad he seemed to have enjoyed it. Maybe because he realized that he had caused it. I certainly hadn't realized that it was happening. Though I did know that had been one of my biggest orgasms ever. I pulled back from his kiss.
"Maybe we should christen the bed this time, you know, break it in." I teased. His eyes darkened with lust at the thought.
"Yes. Yes we certainly should." He growled. He picked me up, and carried me over to the bed. He laid me onto it, laying himself on top of me as he kissed me. My body was quickly responding to his touches all over again. All I knew was that my Russian God was ready for round two. I knew it was going to be yet another long night, and I certainly hoped that Lissa couldn't hear us.
~~~End of Lemony Goodness~~~
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