A/N this is going to be the standard text now. And Dima is the shorthand nickname. If anyone is confused about this entire story then reading Dimas and Dashes Random kill adventures is the place to go. Look on my profile, it's the story with skulls.

Oh yeah, this is mature rating. Ill put a reminder on the bit where it happens so if you don't like reading or a minor then stop reading and go on to the next chapter(if available).

And this is going to be part one of two.

Dima.

I woke up this morning after a dream, the people in my dream told me that I am love with Dash….
Right after I woke up, I felt warm skin on me and there was Dash sleeping on me. She was naked. I considered waking her up but the flutter feeling in my chest told me otherwise.
I know that Dash is a extrodinaly beautiful girl and I really like her…but love?

"Dmitry" was his birth name, the name that had haunted the once mighty Spetsnaz for so long. He thought that he had gotten rid of it. Even the almost inhuman training sergeants had called him "Dima" for obvious reasons. Mainly because when he was called the cursed name, he had almost killed the person who had done. And now Dash knew his true name.

"Fuck". Dima swore to himself as he stood in the kitchen. The pink apron he was wearing was heavy and fireproof, with the words "Born to cook" inscribed in Russian on the front. He fancied himself as being a good cook, he hadn't burnt anything yet and the difficult task of cooking fresh meat was going smoothly.
If I do this right and make a good breakfast then Dash will hopefully forgot my "reaction".

The "reaction" was unheard of, he never did anything like that. Dima had always been known as a difficult person to talk to and even if anyone had successfully talked then he wouldn't show much emotion. The other Spetsnaz operatives joked that Dima was the immovable object simply because he had never opened to anyone…ever.

And then "she" came into his life, in the middle of a battle Dima had found himself trapped in a world where he was a different being. Infact he had made a friend there, and she had followed him back to Russia where they felt something about Dash whenever he saw her, a warm fuzzy feeling that tied knots inside. He didn't know what it was.

For thinking too much he paid the price as the frying pan he was using went up in flames, Dima quickly grabbed a fire extinguisher and doused the flames.
The Russian swore and realised that he had to pick one up from the storage room.

Dima made his way along the single corridor that ran along his new house. To the right was the living room, further along was the single bedroom. That he and Dash had been previously sleeping in heard the tell tale sign of the shower on, Dash was already in it. He had only asked to use it about 3mintues ago.

Dima entered the storage room after kicking the door in because the handle wouldn't work. He switched off the lights and was greeted by a lot of stuff, frying pans in the top shelves. Cookery items and bed sheets etc were also randomly dotted about. He quickly picked up a frying pan and walked out,closing the door behind him.

Dima walked down the corridor to the kitchen, on the way he noticed that the bathroom door was open. He took a look inside and Dash wasn't in there.
Must have finished quickly I suppose. Better not go in the bedroom then. He thought to himself, knowing that he had already seen Dash naked today but while she was getting dressed?. No that would be wrong.

He passed the bedroom door and resisted the urge to go in, his hand almost touching the door knob. A soft sound came from inside. Then a moan.
"What the hell….oh…shes". He didn't finish the sentence as the door opened.

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Dash. (Mature bit).

She had finished her shower in just five minutes. Dash never saw the point of taking longer than that even thought Rarity had always said "it allows you to think".
She had already thought about things before getting the shower. And in the bedroom she about thought those things again while lying on the bed naked, not even bothering to get dressed.

Problem number one was that she needed to be relieved….quickly. The pressure building inside was starting to get heavy, like a dam struggling to hold back the tide of water.

She decided she was going to do, this would be her first time as a human.
She took a deep breath and spread her legs open, they went far and wide apart. Her "bit" that she had never really studied before stood at attention, ready for something or other, nervously she touched that "bit". Running a hand she was jerked back by a electrical sense. But a good one. Eagerly she touched that bit again, intrigued on what was happening.

"Ugh".Dash found out that touching herself was pretty, , she went in deep and swirled her hand around. That hit a mark and she felt "rewarded" for such a feat in her own eyes.
Dash looked like she was going to do it, her slender legs sprawled out and wet hair all over the place
"Again! again! again!".

A few minutes later...
The bed was covered in sweat as Dash pleasured herself over and over again, moaning and screaming loudly as she went further and further in..

And then Dima entered.
"You ok there,...I uh...woah" He started as he interrupted Dashes session. She looked at him and stopped her fingers advancement into herself. The pleasure of doing herself was replaced by the naughty feeling of getting caught. Her startled facial features was then replaced with one that had a little bit of erotic expression

"Yeah totally, Im just uh…something". Dash grinned stupidly.
The Dima didnt reply, he just stood there. Mouth open. Completely stunned. To his credit, he didnt blush but instead stared at the exposed Dash. (Who was sitting there like a naughty girl doing something she shouldn't).

"I...uh...uh...".He finally managed to re-activate the workings of speech and put down a half mumbled sentence. That strangely fitted the awkward situation.

Inside Dashes now sexually alerted mind, she saw Dima as something else.
A sex partner, she loved him and she .now.

"Shut up and come here". Dash madly screamed as she flew at Dima and tackled him. The Russian decided not to resist as he was flung on to the bed in a mass of naked Dash and clothed Dima.
She literally tore his apron off, then his shirt before wrapping her arms round his cheast and lying on top.

Dima didn't say anything as he took his trousers and underwear off. Dash looked so horny and attractive that he wouldn't deny her….or the growing part of him.