Hey guys!
Thanks for all the enthusiasm in the reviews! I loved them all so much.
So, I'm off doing a course with my mom and it takes up most of the day all I'll have limited internet access.
Putting this up now is a total pain. Two bars of signal Dx
These two things mean I won't be able to update this weekend but I'll be back in business Monday!
Enjoy!

I opened my bag to riffle for pyjamas but froze at the sight of what Lissa, my supposed best friend, had packed for me. Slowly, I continued digging through it, hopping to find a different type of clothing. Anywhere. No such luck. She had packed me a wardrobe that suggested I was "getting it on". Oh god, please tell me Lissa did not plan on me "getting it on" with Dimitri. I sure as hell hoped Adrian didn't know… Packed for me was all of my lacy underwear and sexy pyjamas. Nothing conservative or slightly modest in sight. Besides night wear, she'd packed me my tightest, most form fitting and non fighting friendly skinny jeans, shortest cut off shorts and, god smite her now, the black, frilly skirt she bought me one when we went shopping, claiming it made my butt look luscious and legs uber sexy. Her words, not mine. Scary thought, eh? I never wore it, even though it probably cost her a small fortune, considering how little material there was. I sighed, I was doing that a lot lately, and continued looking through. Plenty of tank tops and camis, shirts that showed midriff and, the girl actually had some kindness, a couple of my favourite lazy day T-shirts. One said "When in doubt, knock 'im out," a saying I held close to my heart, and the other was a present from Lissa back in our human living days. It was only meant to actually be worn in private, like say sleeping, for it was not public appropriate. The last thing she remembered to put in, other than my toiletries, was my work out outfit. Short sweats that said "Bad Ass" on the butt and my black tank.

I held two pairs of the most conservative of the pyjamas packed and promptly threw them both back into my bag, instead grabbing my "When in doubt shirt." I threw it on and pulled on a pair of sweat shorts. I was really going to have to go shopping if I ever planned on going anywhere other than a blood whore house. Seriously, did Lissa really think that a couple of sexy outfits was going to make Dimitri have a change of heart? I was a good idea in theory, but only if Dimitri didn't take one look at me and then throw me back into the bathroom to change. Not that there was much to change into… And her plan made all the more sense.

I quickly grabbed a red pyjama piece and threw it on, not caring how low the cut was or the fact that it only came mid-thigh. It was silky, strappy and very sexy. I took a deep breath for courage and walked out of the bathroom. Dimitri had just pulled on a shirt, allowing me only a glimpse of his tanned back. He turned and when he saw me, his face quickly turned into a frown, a frown that I couldn't help but hope was forced. "Rose, you do know that you're not sleeping by yourself, right?"

"Of course."

"It's not going to work."

Damn. He saw right through my, er, Lissa's, plan. "What's not going to work?" I asked innocently.

He rolled his eyes. "Go change."

Haha. I'd obviously got the effect I was going for. "Into what, Comrade? Take a look in my suitcase for yourself. There is nothing to change into. It's this," I indicated what I was wearing, "A nice, lacy bra and panty set or my birthday suit." I let my fingers play on the edge of the pyjamas, playfully indicating I was more than happy to oblige to any of the above suggestions. "Take your pick."

He turned away before I could gauge a reaction and quickly ripped out a t-shirt from his bag, throwing it at me. I caught it in front of my face and the overwhelming smell of Dimitri wafted off. "I pick that."

I swiftly walked back into the bathroom, pushing the fabric into my face the moment the door was closed, inhaling deeply the smell I had been starved of for the past weeks. I quickly shed my previous pyjamas, pulling on his shirt. Dimitri's shirt. Wearing a guy's shirt was only something guys that liked you allowed, right? I looked down at myself. The shirt was black, said "I'll just stick with my diet Pepsi" on the front and came just above my knees. It made me realize, again, how short I really was. I came back out and sat on the bed. "Better?"

"Much."

I lied down, pulling the covers over me. I allowed myself one last peek over at Dimitri and saw him walk into the bathroom. I closed my eyes, heard the flush of the toilet and the brief flash of light as the door opened, he turned the light off and walked back to the bed. Slowly, he flipped the covers up and slid in next to me. The whole time I felt his gaze upon me but I kept my eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. I felt his body heat, even though there was a foot of space separating us. We might as well have been touching with the tension so thick, so stringy and so electrified. I rolled onto my side, my back facing him, and I became so conscious of the man behind me that I felt the sudden urge to just jump and cry, "Alright! I'll sleep on the floor!" for I would never get any sleep at the rate my mind wasn't wandering off.

He never moved from his position, identical to mine, for about five minutes and then I heard him grunt and kick the blankets off his feet. "Feeling warm, Comrade?" So much for my act.

"I always get warm feet." Yeah, right. Like the fact that I was so close to him wasn't getting him all hot and bothered as well.

"Well, I'm kind of cold. Care to warm me up?"

"Rose, go to sleep." I sighed and pulled the collar of the shirt over my nose, once again inhaling that wonderful scent. Lying there, feeling the weight of where Dimitri lied beside me with his back facing me, I could almost imagine that I was pressed up against him, his arms encircling me. I let my mind wander, let it make happy pictures that my heart truly wanted. It created an ocean with white sand and a beating sun. I sat up, brushing the sand off the shirt and looked around. Adrian was staring, not at me, but my outfit, with his eyebrow cocked. "Lissa didn't pack anything "decent" so I had to borrow Dimitri's," I said, knowing what he was thinking.

"Uh huh." He glared at my shirt one last time and then looked at my face, giving me a smile. "I might just have to talk to Lissa about that and ask her why she gave you such outfits for a man who can't appreciate them on you the way I do."

I rolled my eyes, feeling guilty, and smiled back at him. "And what makes you say he can't appreciate them?"

He strutted over to me, moving his arms around my waist. "Because he made you change." His lips lightly touched mine and he pulled me close. I wrapped my arms around his neck, intensifying the kiss. His lips because harder, more insistent as I felt the soft tip of his tongue swipe across my bottom lip, demanding access. I pulled away slightly, half because I really needed some info before I got side tracked and half because it didn't feel right considering the thoughts I was having just before.

"Settle down, tiger, I need and update first."

"An update?" he breathed, distracted.

"Yes. I haven't had the opportunity to go into Lissa's head since my escape. How's it flying over there?"

He came back into his senses, gripping my hips a bit harder. The expression on his face seemed a bit excited. "Everyone's in a panic," he said excitedly. "No one knows how you escaped. Thank god those two guardians didn't remember us, that bit stuck, else Lissa and I'd be sitting in your cell. Everything's in uproar, no one's feeling safe now that the "possible assassin" has just proved herself to be one hundred percent." His face grew grim at that last comment. "I didn't realize having you escape would just be the thing to prove your guiltiness. I'm so sorry I didn't think of that."

My body grew cold. Great. Now I'd have to find the real murderer along the way if I ever wanted my name to be cleared or say, see Lissa again and live. "It's not your fault, Adrian. You just followed my wishes. No one could have predicted that."

He nodded, still upset with himself. "I just wanted to keep you alive and here I helped make sure you die if you ever get caught."

I shook my head. "That's not true. Anyways, if I ever do get caught, Dimitri will be sure to kick their asses before they can even get hold of me."

"True. I really don't like the idea of you being alone with him."

A smirk tugged at my mouth. "You jealous? Trust me; he's not going to do anything." I couldn't help the whisper of disappointment that came out with those words. His face hardened.

"Then stop wanting him to. He's over you, so you should follow suit."

Guilt and anger welled up. A bit of sadness mixed in with them. "I can't help it, Adrian. It's not something I can so easily let go of." I felt tears threatening me so I pulled away from his embrace. "I've tried, okay? Besides, what does it matter if nothing can come of them?"

"It matters because he's not yours to have. You're with me. And so you should be having those feeling for me." He jabbed a finger at his chest angrily.

"I do!" I was on the verge of yelling. "I really do. Which is why this is so much harder."

"If it's so hard, why even bother?" And with that, the dream faded and I woke up to the grey ceiling looming over me, reinforcing my now depressed state. Men.

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xo Darla