I loved how much you guys loved the last chapter :D I agree, a drunk Dimitri is a good Dimitri.

I didn't find any extended plot ideas that really drew me in so I'm just going to continue on with my original plan. I'll try and make it a bit longer for you guys if I can though. Other ideas and suggestions are still welcome. I can't have all plot now can I?

I'm going camping this weekend so I won't have my computer which means no updates D: But I'll bring along a notebook to write out some chapters so when I come back Sunday I'll be able to update.

Disclaimer: Richelle Mead = Not me. VA = Not mine. Dimitri? = On my wish list but currently not in my possession.

I opened the door to none other than Victor fucking Dashkov.

I resisted the urge to jump him the moment I saw his wiry frame leaning on the door, a smug look on his face. Instead I asked, quite calm considering the situation at hand, "What was so important that you thought it wise to start carrying around a death wish?"

"Why, I wanted to make a deal of course," he replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

I snorted. "And what kind of deal would you have that would interest me?"

"I have some information you want," he said, cutting right to the chase, "Information no one else alive can give you." This didn't sound good.

"Oh! Would you like to come in?"

"No no. I'm not a fool so easily trapped."

"Fine. What info do you have?"

"I'll give you the name and exact location of Vasilissa Dragomir's sibling in exchange for… you."

"Me?"

"You. No resistance, no trickery, no escape." I heard Dimitri growl in the background. I held a hand up to stop him from ripping Victor's head off.

"And what would you do with me?"

"Kill you." Why didn't that surprise me? "Think of it as your last sacrifice to Lissa." His lips curled at my outraged expression. He handed me a slip of paper. "Meet me here, six am tomorrow morning with your decision. No negotiations, Rosemarie." And with that, he spun on his heel and promptly descended the stairs with two Guardians in tow before I could rip his face off.

A voice behind me startled me. "Don't do it, Rose."

I hadn't realized I was on the verge of running after Victor to accept his terms until Dimitri's voice broke my thoughts. "Why not?" I asked. "I'll have nothing else to offer, to live for, after I find Lissa's brother or sister or whatever and she takes her rightful spot. She'll live in court the rest of her life, so she'll hardly need me. And I can hardly go back unless I find the true killer. I don't have Adrian to go back to. And… I don't have you," my voice broke at the end. Tears burned, threatening to fall.

Dimitri swiftly stood in front of me, his warm hands on my upper arms. "Oh, Roza, don't do it. You are worth too much."

"But what's worth when there's nothing to li-" I was sufficiently cut off by Dimitri's warm lips covering mine.

I automatically wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Our lips met in a frenzy, friction warming them beyond belief. My hands ran through his long hair, relishing the softness. I felt his hands move to my thigh, hiking it up around his hips and then doing the same with my other one. His fingers dug into my chest as he carried me over to the bed. He laid me down, never breaking lip contact, and rested himself on top. I ran my hands along his back, over his chest. My lips parted, giving him access and our tongues wrestled, sending shivers through my entire body, ending in my lower abdomen.

His lips left mine as they moved to my jaw and down my neck, resting on my collarbone. I trembled as he gave me a light nip before outlining the bone with the cold tip of his nose, refreshing on my flushed skin. Dimitri's mouth moved back up to the crook of my neck and he sucked lightly, making me moan. My hands grabbed his hair, pulling his lips back to mine.

"Dimitri," I gasped the only word that was comprehensible in my mind. I pressed my lips harder, begging for more. My hand played with the edge of his shirt before going underneath and feeling the warm muscle of his back. I moved it up and down, needing to feel as much of him as I could. My other hand worked its way down after untangling from Dimitri's hair, roaming down his chest. I pulled his shirt up, feeling empty for the split second Dimitri's lips left mine to remove the shirt completely.

I felt his hands on my hips as they slowly explored upwards. His callused hands left arousing scratches on my sides and they cupped my breasts. They soon left, lifting my shirt over my head and off my arms, tossing it behind him. He stared at me, making me feel uncomfortable for a second before a told me, "You're beautiful, my Roza. Absolutely gorgeous." I felt a little thrill go through me at the words 'My Roza'.

I looked down his tanned, muscle defined chest. "And you, my dear Comrade, are absolutely godly." He gave a light laugh before returning his lips to mine.

At some time during our intense make out session, we lost our pants. And I lost my bra. And then my underwear. Until Dimitri was only clad in his boxers next to my nude body. He groaned against my lips. "I need you, Roza. I need you so bad." I could feel his need on my thigh and returned it full force.

I moaned back, "I need you, too. Take me. Please." I moved my hands to the elastic band around his hips.

"Are you sure?" I nodded and pulled them down.

You never really realize how much you miss someone until they are back with you. You remember how they made you feel, the way their touch exhilarated you to the point where you think you might explode. Every breath is to be treasured, every beat of the heart to be forever remembered. To love with everything you have is something that can never be duplicated nor forgotten. Without it, you are empty.

I felt whole again.

I rested my head on Dimitri's chest, listening to the pound of his heart. He dipped his head down to my ear and, gasping for breath, he whispered in my ear, "You have me."

Those words filled me with joy but that joy just made what I was going to have to do next that much harder.

Once Dimitri was asleep, I slowly untangled myself from his embrace. I silently pulled on some clothing and then moved to the small little desk with its pad of paper and pen. I put pen to paper and, holding back tears, wrote my goodbyes.

Dearest Comrade,

Thank you for finally deciding to stop being so stubborn. It's just too bad that I couldn't have more, spent longer loving you than what I am going to have.
You've given me joy on the eve, or day, I don't know what time it is right now, of my death. I have to leave. It is my duty. What I swore to do.
I owe Lissa my life.
So I will go to Victor and give him what he wants. I'll be sure find a way to give you the information he promised.
Please, for me, find Lissa's sibling, find the real killer and go back to her. Protect her in my place. And, seriously, don't die again.
And I'll pray to God that this wasn't all a drunken kiss.

I love you,

Roza

And with that last flourish and a wipe at my wet cheek, I left the room, closing it softly behind me. I walked down the stairs, the piece of paper that Victor had scribbled the address on in my hand.

This was my last sacrifice to Lissa.

Where the hell was Abe when I needed him?

Short? Yes. But writing lemons takes a lot out of me. And it's getting late while I'm writing this. I have to get up early tomorrow so I can't really continue tonight… D:

But you got a lemooooooon. You happy? I can't write these well so I usually try to avoid them. But for you guys I do a lot.

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xoxo Darla