AN: here's chappie 15!

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Chapter 15.

Lissa and I listened intently to the guardians plans. My mother, Janine Hathaway was among the guardians called to my dorm. She had taken the lead, with Dimitri standing next to her.

The plan was that we would wait until morning, the real morning when the sun was coming up. We would then head to the airport and board a plane bound for the capital of Russia. Plane tickets had already been booked and paid for. The first flight would take twenty of us. More guardians would follow on the following two flights. I would be on the first one with Lissa and Dimitri and seventeen other guardians. My mother would be on the second flight along with Adrian who would attempt to make contact with Christian in sleep. We were just hoping that Christian would sleep sometime while we were in the air.

At last everyone started to disperse from my room. Everyone but Dimitri. Lissa left along with everyone else, heading back to the Moroi dorm.

I lay back on my bed, exhaustion flooding my over tired mind and body. I heard Dimitri click my door shut behind the last person to leave. I closed my eyes, then felt Dimitri's fingers brush ever so softly along the length of my jaw.

"Are you okay, Roza?"

"Mmhmmm," I mumbled incoherently into my pillow. The bed moved as he sat down on the edge, resting his hand on my waist.

"Why don't you try and get some sleep," he suggested. "You have a big day tomorrow. I sat up and rubbed my eyes."

Shaking my head I said; "Nope, I have to pack and besides, there is no way I can sleep, not with everything that's going on." I hopped off the bed, moving around my room, flinging clothes onto the bed. I grabbed a large backpack and began shoving my clothes in. They didn't fit. "Dammit, why won't they fit?" I growled under my breath.

Dimitri regarded me with a slightly bemused expression. "Here's an idea. Why don't you fold the clothes? They might actually fit then."

I shot him a dirty look. "Because Rose Hathaway does not fold clothes. They should just fit." I retorted, continuing to force the clothes in.

Sighing, Dimitri pushed my hands away, pulling the t-shirt that was still in my grasp away from me. He dumped all the clothes that I had just put in the bag back on the bed. He then proceeded to fold each item neatly I noticed that he was avoiding my bras and underwear. I smirked. The bad ass Russian God couldn't handle girls' underwear. "What's wrong, Belikov, don't like my underwear?" I asked him with a playful swat across the shoulder.

Dimitri looked up at me, glared, then picked up my lacy black bra and matching panties and folding them neatly, put them at the top of my bag. He raised one dark eyebrow. Damn him, I always wished I could do that. "No, Roza, on the contrary I quite like your underwear," I forced back the laugh that threatened to escape my lips.

"Uh-huh," I muttered, flashing him a grin.

"So, you say you won't be able to sleep tonight?" he asked, moving the conversation away from my infamous underwear. A whole string of dirty thoughts flashed through my mind, many of them involving Dimitri naked in my bed, doing... things. Things such as... Not sleeping.

I threw him my man-eater smile, and watched as he caught his breath. Dimitri cleared his throat, so I answered his question. "Mmmhmm, that's correct. Why do you ask?"

"Do you want to go down to the gym and spar?

"Sure," I said, "Just give me a sec and I'll get changed." I grabbed my training clothes and headed into the bathroom adjacent to my bedroom. I quickly slipped into my tight white tank top and black shorts. I bounded back into my room, snatching up my trainers.

"Let's go, Comrade," I said in a sing song voice. He chuckled lightly at my immaturity and followed me out the door.

As we walked in companionable silence, I decided to check in with Lissa. getting into head no longer posed any problem for me, it was the getting out part that was hard. But, she was sitting quietly at her desk, scribbling away at her math homework. How she could think about homework at a time like this I'll never know. But doing something that required concentration helped to calm her, to take away the bad thoughts. I pulled out of her head as we reached the gym.

"How's Lissa holding up?" Dimitri asked, knowing full well that I had been with her.

"Calm, for now," I murmured. He just nodded and held the gym door open for me to enter before him. I moved immediately to the store room, dragging out mats for us to spar on. We set up perimeters around us, making a square that we couldn't step out of.

Dimitri and I stood opposite each other, looking for an opening to make the first move. I found what I was looking for and lunged, aiming a kick to his stomach. He anticipated it, blocking my attack deftly. We circled, watching the other intently. I swung my fist out, making contact with the side of his face. "Point," I muttered. He nodded in agreement.

I was suddenly on the defence as Dimitri struck out, landing a hard blow to my shoulder. I winced but shook of the momentary flare of pain. Pain was something I could handle. But I stumbled and ended up stepping outside the lines. "Double point," he murmured.

We circled, waiting for the other to slip up. Unfortunately that was me. I left my upper body unguarded and Dimitri took advantage of that, slinking forward with Strigoi speed, he grabbed me by the torso, flipping me over and pinning my body with his. Dimitri shoved his fist to my heart. "Dead," he murmured, his lips so close they grazed my ear lobe. I feigned being dead and Dimitri chuckled his low throaty chuckle. The sound wrapped around my body like a silk sheath.

He propped himself up on his elbows, taking care to keep a majority of his weight off my body. He stared into my eyes, before lowering his lips to mine, his lips barely brushing against my own. I shuddered at the feathery touch. Dimitri caught my bottom lip between his own, sucking lightly. I fought back a moan that threatened to escape. Dimitri knew perfectly well the effect he had on me. That's why we had tried too hard to stay away from each other, for Lissa's sake. That had all come crashing down when we finally agreed to be together, as long as no-one found out. We hadn't slept together, but we had come close numerous times before we pulled away. For the first time, I realised that although I loved Dimitri with all my heart, I wasn't ready to go all the way with him yet. He understood that, agreeing that we should wait until after I graduated to become intimate.

Dimitri's hands travelled down my waist, working his magic. I trembled under his touch and he brought his lips crashing back to mine. I moaned audibly into his mouth, earning a groan from him. He pulled back, allowing me to breath. I gasped in the fresh air as he nose skimmed down my collar bone tracing patterns there. Wherever he touched me, it left me feeling overheated, I was so sensitive to his magical touch.

He suddenly pulled back when someone cleared their throat. He froze for a second before relaxing. He still hadn't moved off me. "Good evening, Viktoria," he murmured, shifting off me. I sat up, and looked over to the door where Viktoria was lounging, a look of disgust on her beautiful features.

"Get a room you two," she muttered with a rueful smile.

"Well, we did have a room before we were rudely interrupted, sister dear," Dimitri joked.

Viktoria giggled. Then her face darkened slightly. If I had been a sprit user, I would say her aura would have shadowed a little with her mood change. "So, Dimka, I heard you're going to Russia..." she said.

A frown crossed Dimitri's face as he stared at his sister. "What's with the attitude?" he questioned.

"Why aren't I going? You're taking two Moroi, two royal Moroi, and Rose but I just heard about it from Lissa about five minutes ago. I can help. I'm trained and I can fight." She protested.

Dimitri countered her argument in rapid Russian. I had no clue what he was saying, but I was pretty sure he was telling her that coming was out of the question. I heard my name thrown in there a couple of times along with Lissa's and Adrian's.

Deciding to leave them to argue I started walking away. "Wait Rose," Dimitri called after me.

"I'm just going to get changed," I told him with a smile. He nodded then turned back to Viktoria. Their rally of rapid arguing began again. Viktoria looking furious and Dimitri, his usual calm expression on his face. But I knew him better than that; he was getting angry and losing control.

I quickly slipped into the bathroom and changed back into my jeans and a t-shirt. I went to the mirror and tugged my hair loose of its confinements, letting my curls fall around my face and over my shoulders. I ran my fingers through my hair, then exited the bathroom. Viktoria was gone and Dimitri was standing up against the wall opposite the girls bathroom. I made my way to him.

"Hey," I murmured as he took me in his arms.

"Hey yourself," he said smiling down at me. I noticed that the smile didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Everything okay with Viktoria?" I asked, reaching up to touch his face lightly. His expression softened at my touch and he sighed, leaning into my hand.

"She's angry," he said by way of explanation. "She has no idea what it's actually like out there, no idea. It was kind of like what you said after the Badica attack; that you could take them out. Viktoria it nowhere near ready to take on actual Strigoi. She's just a kid." He said matter-of-factly.

"I know," I said softly. "I know you still see her as a little girl, but she is sixteen, almost seventeen, and maybe, if she stays here long enough, we could do some double training sessions... you can mentor her." Dimitri looked down at me.

"We'll see," I kissed me on the fore-head then took my hand and headed toward the door. "Come on, Roza, it's time to get some sleep."

When we got to my room, he leaned down, kissed me lightly then pulled away. "Goodnight, Roza. I'll see you in the morning, try and get some sleep."

"Night," I murmured. He stroked my cheek the left. I walked into my room and collapsed onto my bed, not bothering to undress. As I fell asleep, I felt a dream evolve around me. Adrian.

"Hey there, Little Dhampir," I took in my surroundings. We were back at the ski lodge where we first met. Only now it was warm and sunny, with flowers blooming everywhere. It was beautiful.

"Hi," I said softly.

He looked me over. "I like the dress."

"Huh?" I said puzzled. I looked down at what I was wearing... and sighed. Adrian had dressed me in the dress that Lissa had brought be in Missoula. It was the same one Dimitri had practically ripped off me the night of Victor Dashkov's lust charm. The chotki Lissa had given me was around my wrist.

"What do you want Adrian? You could be using your time to try and get into Christian's head." I pointed out.

"Already tried about ten minutes ago. He's awake.

"Oh," was all I managed to come up with.

"Soooo, I decided I would come and annoy you instead." Adrian chuckled. He ran his hand through his messy bronze hair.

"Are you okay, Little Dhampir?" he asked tenderly. Adrian knew when something was bothering me. Not just by my aura, but because he knew me.

"Just worried about how everything is going to go down in Russia. We won't all come out of there alive..." I spoke the inevitable. There was a next to no chance that we would all survive what was about to come. I just hoped that it wouldn't be Lissa, Dimitri, Adrian or Christian.

Adrian wrapped his arms around me, kissing me lightly on the cheek. "I know," he whispered. "But, let's just live in the moment... kay?" he said playfully.

I cracked him my man-eater smile. He tickled me then ran. I took off after him, giggling. "I'll get you, Ivashkov," I called out as I closed the distance. I tackled him to the lush green grass, and we both fell laughing. "It's good to see you smile, Little Dhampir," Adrian said reaching down and catching my hand in his. "I've missed it."

I smiled up at him. "I'll send you back now, Little Dhampir. I'm gonna see if Christian is sleeping," I nodded as the dream scene fizzled out around me and I fell back into a dreamless sleep with a smile on my face for the first time in ages.

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