Chapter Eight

Fluffy Pillows Are Fluffy

A/N: Sorry guys, I think that the last chapter was a little rushed, and I didn't look over it very well. Thank you for your cooperation and great reviews!

Dimitri POV

I nestled my nose in her hair. I knew that I had an obligation to protect her now, I felt like she was my responsibility, and there was no way that I would ever hand her over to another man. I was set on making her mine.

She was sitting on my lap facing me with her head resting in between my chin and shoulder. I breathed in her delicious smell-pomegranate and vanilla-which just happens to be my new favourite smell. Her arms were wrapped securely around my waist, and my arms the same around her small yet curved waist. I had no intent of letting go anytime soon.

It hadn't been even two hours on the plane yet, and with around twelve or so more hours, I think we had enough time to be in each other's arms once more before returning to my house.

I wasn't sure if Rose was asleep or not, because her eyes kept on fluttering open every so often, and as cute as the sight was, I couldn't help but shift her position because, honestly, it was turning me on. Her breathing stayed even, and her clutches around my neck tightened and loosened every so often.

Frankly, I was glad that we had both gotten rid of our burden and told each other the truth about our feelings. To my luck, they matched. I have to admit, it would be a little awkward if she, a hot seventeen year old, turned down a creepy old twenty-four year old mentor. Just a little.

I had only realized that my feelings were serious the other day as she was laying on my lap when we were arriving at her previous high school. Her face was expressionless-only a ghost of a smile and tint of pink on her cheeks-and her hair was in a pool around her head. Beautiful, I thought. She was all I wanted, nothing more nor less. It was, what I was pretty sure, true love. I had never felt it before-except for my family, of course. Other than that, women had never caught my fancy that way. They were all dull, soulless, lusting creatures.

But Rose, I could love her my whole life.

She didn't fit in any of those categories. The only one she fell in securely was under 'perfect'. I believe that no one on earth is perfect, but hell, she's the closest to it out of all of us. I was in love, and nothing could pull me out of it.

Rose picked her head up and rested her chin on my collar bone, looking square into my eyes. "Good morning," she said and a silent yawn slipped through her lips. I smiled down at her and looked out the window.

"It's eight o' clock at night," I said and chuckled at her confused face. I ran my hand through her hair and brushed it to the side, in a very complementing and sexy way I might add, so I could see more of her adorable face. I leaned in to place a kiss on her forehead. She smiled up at me and giggled lightly. All I could do was smile, I had forgotten how to do anything else. She kissed me back, in the corner of my jaw. Her lips lingered there for a while, just brushing my skin. Luckily, I had been able to shave before we left.

"It feels like morning every time I see you," she said and nuzzled her warm face in my neck. I pressed her closer and listened to her breathing. Even. Had she fallen asleep? I was awoken out of my thoughts abruptly.

"Tell me about your relationship with Tasha," she said and pulled away from my neck to see my reaction to her question. I couldn't help but look away and stare out the window in disgust. The corner of my lip lifted up a tad, but I gathered myself and calmed my expression.

"I don't want to talk about her," I said simply, and didn't look her in the eyes when I spoke. She put her hand to my cheek and steered my face to hers. Now that I looked into her deep chocolaty brown eyes, I knew I would spill all my guts.

I sighed. "I didn't want you to find out about this... like this," I said. She leaned in to place a reassuring kiss on my cheek. She looked crestfallen already and I hadn't even told her the bad news yet. "Tasha..." I scowled. "No, I don't want to tell," I refused.

"What happened!" Rose asked, now starting to get worried.

"I knew you would continued to ask and pursue," I said with a smirk and chuckled lightly. My tone then turned softer. "She just... hurt me," I said. "Mentally and physically," I continued and sighed, why was I telling her this much? Oh yeah, I love her.

Her jaw dropped. "She is so nice though!" she said in a shrill voice. Her face was filled with worry. "Tell me everything that happened," she directed. "The complete truth."

"W-well," I stuttered. "I had just turned eighteen, and my friends took me out to a club to celebrate," I said. I raked my memory for more of the story. "Tasha tagged along, and she was watching me the whole time. I started getting really drunk, and she came up and asked me to come over to her house. At the moment I hadn't realized it, but she was using compulsion on me," Rose's eyes widened in shock. She was about to protest and stand up for Tasha when I gave her a hard look. "She took me to her house and gave me more to drink so that there would be no way whatsoever for me to break out of her compulsion. She tried to make out with me, but I broke the compulsion and she stabbed me in the leg," I said, giving her a recap of the whole ordeal. I put my head in her hair so she would see me so vulnerable. "That was the night I first met your mother," I continued to say and her eyes bulged out in question.

"My mom?" she said quietly, and instantly forgot about it. Instead, she took my face in her arms and soothed my hair. "Dimitri..." she said sadly. She sniffled and I looked up immediately. There were tears in her eyes. "I don't know what to say," she admitted.

"Don't cry, Roza," I said and hugged her.

"I-I didn't know," she said softly. "I didn't know it was that bad," she continued. "Tasha... Tasha was like my mother," she told me and my eyes widened. "After she came that one time in freshman year to help out with training, she was like my personal therapist. I talked to her daily. Hell, I told her more than I told Lissa!"

Tasha actually liked Rose? Surely not-it was most likely some sort of way to earn her heart. "Shes a bad person," I said blaitenly. "Forget about her. And about what I said-"

"You went to the Royal Court to get a restraining order against her? Right?" Rose asked persistently. I gave a menial nod of my head and she sank into my chest. It was scary how she had figured out so much.

"She's away now, and I, nor you, nor my family has to worry about her anymore," I said and smiled at her. Her little heart-melting smile broke through the ice exterior.

It was quiet for a while. We sat there, listening to each other's heart beats and the sound of the jet soaring through the air. She popped her head up after about ten minutes. "Dimitri?" she asked and I raised a brow. "What did you think of me when you first met me-no! When you first got the call from Kirova. Then tell me what you thought of me," she said with a smile ear to ear on her face.

I snorted and laughed. "Curious, are we?" he asked and I nodded excitedly. "Okay, well..." I said, recalling all that I had thought when Kirova had called me. "Well she called, and I was confused at first. Then I had remembered your mother; how kind, polite, good looking she was. And I imagined you. You were the model student in my head-I was just confused why you had ran away from your safe haven of a school," I said.

Her small and tight smile stayed on her face as she nodded eagerly for me to continue.

I laughed and did so. "You arrived, and I completely knew it was you. Everything matched. You were polite enough, though you just nodded your head," I said and she giggled. "You were increasingly beautiful, especially in that bikini," I continued and licked my lips. Rose laughed louder now. "And as short as I expected." This earned me a punch in my shoulder. Probably a reasonable outcome.

"Then I realized that you were very playful and didn't like getting work done... and I continued to learn that you liked drinking vodka as much as I do, and lastly that you have a hell of a body," I said with a smirk. She giggled and leaned in to kiss my lips. "And once you set your mind to something, you don't stop and think. You just do."

The kiss was warmer now. She put her hand on my neck and tilted her head to the side. She sucked on my bottom lip expertly, and pulled away ever so slowly. "What did you think of me? Ever since you heard about me?" I asked then. She put a finger on her chin and thought about it for a second.

"I thought you were an old creep that took joy in training juveniles that got kicked out of their last schools. And that you would be at least fifty and an asshole," she said and my eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "I only found out that the last part was true," she said and giggled as I shook my head, wordless.

She rubbed her hands up and down my chest. "You were a sexy beast," she said and caught my attention. "Sexy, young, strong, and loveable," she said and leaned in to bite my lip. "I'm starting to think that this was fate; that it was a good thing to be sent to Russia," she whispered in my ear and bit the side of it.

"I was impressed," she said sexily. I smirked and lowered my hands from her waist to her ass. They rested there and pushed her inches closer. "Though I didn't know that I would fall so hard head over heels for you," she said and giggled. I smiled smugly and looked her in the eye.

"I'm the one that fell head over heels," I said and kissed her quickly on the lips.

"Prove it," Rose said deviously. She looked at my aghast expression. Or what must have looked aghast. She looked away and crossed her arms. I caught her by the chin and pulled her to my face. I pulled her against me hard, and one of us must have pressed a button, because the back of the chair fell down into one big flat bed. Rose screamed in confusion. I laughed slightly, but pulled her lips back on top of mine.

"I don't think I should prove it on a plane," I said awkwardly, "but I'll make out with you, gladly, for the next ten or so hours," I said and chuckled.

"Good enough," she said and leaned in over me to start the session.

We arrived back at my house nearly a day later, and it was sundown. Rose was dead asleep, like if I didn't know any better, I would have thought she died from a seizure, the way she was sprawled out all over the dashboard. I lightly tapped Rose to tell her we were home, and after waiting five minutes for her to wake up, I lifted her over my shoulder. It would look suspicious any other way. I opened the door and saw Karolina, Paul, and Viktoria on the couch. When Paul saw us, he jumped off of Karolina's lap and started screaming.

"Uncle Dimka killed Auntie Rosie!" Karolina put her face in her hand and I noticed that Viktoria was patting Zoya's back, keeping her from crying. I gave Paul a look that said shut-up-you-annoying-little-brat-before-I-kick-your-ass. He wrinkled his nose and stuck his tongue out at me.

Rose moaned something and I dropped her to the floor. I held her so that she was stably standing on her feet. I let go, and she started tilting to the right. I pulled her to my chest. "I'm so... tired," she murmured and I sighed. I picked her up bridal style and took her up the stairs, ignoring the confused stares everyone was sending me.

When I got to her room, I set her down on her bed. She looked irresistible-to say in the least. Her lips were slightly parted and as soon as I pulled away from her, she curled up into a little ball, her dress rising to her stomach. I heat filled my cheeks as I threw the thick white covers over her to her neck.

I closed her door quietly behind me and walked back down the two flights of stairs to the living room, where Sonya had joined my other two sisters on the couch. I walked over to them and sat down on the couch next to Karolina, bent over with my hands clasped. Karolina sat up and scratched my back. I felt like a cat, I nearly purred. Viktoria put Zoya in my arms and I held her tightly. Karolina's Moroi husband that she had at the time when she had Paul and Zoya was part Russian, and part Chinese, so Zoya had black hair and lighter skin. Paul on the other hand looked more Russian than Asian. She was chubby and giggled like mad at times. Her eyes were slightly slanted, and had only her two front teeth.

I smiled at her as she smiled an open-mouthed grin and reached her hand up and brushed my face with her tiny, soft, baby hands. I clutched her tighter and tickled her tummy. She giggled and giggled like crazy (told you) and once done, started pulling on my hair. A habit she had recently found. I growled as she tugged hard. I was pretty used to it by now, but it still hurt. She was only a baby, after all.

Paul was nowhere to be seen. I glanced at Karolina behind me who's head was resting on my shoulder. "Where's your kid?" I asked in Russian. When Rose wasn't around, that was my language.

She furrowed her eyebrows. "In your arms, dumbass," she replied and I rolled my eyes.

"Your other kid. You have two, remember?" I asked, chuckling as she glared.

Viktoria piped up. "I think he went upstairs. Maybe to go check up on Rose," my body tensed. The little shit better not be with her. I decided he wasn't. Karolina noticed me tense up and put her hand on my knee in concern.

"Where's Mama?" I asked, changing the subject entirely.

"Store. I devoured all the food while she was with Abe today," Viktoria said. "I'm like an animal," she said deviously and smirked at me. I rolled my eyes. Animal, my ass.

"You're weird, Vik," Sonya said, and Viktoria turned around to push her. Sonya pushed back and laughed. Viktoria stuck her tongue out at her.

"You were adopted," Viktoria shot.

"You were a mistake," Sonya countered. The two glared at each other.

I shook my head. Girls. Dear God. They were something that I would never understand. Except for Rose. Karolina got off the couch and grabbed my shirt, making me get up with her. We walked up the stairs, our arms around each other's waist, my other arm holding Zoya in a tight grip to my shoulder. She leaned her head on my shoulder. Karolina was like my second mother. She's probably my closest sister, next comes Viktoria, and I barely even talk to Sonya.

When we arrived in Karolina's room, she picked up a pacifier for Zoya and took her from me. She placed it in her mouth and Zoya started dozing off. We then walked up the next stairs up to my level. I nudged Rose's door open a bit, and then Karolina pushed the rest of it open.

Oh. My. Mother fucking. God. Rose was still in bed, with none other than Paul curled up next to her, his face pushed in her bust. He was hugging her around the waist while she had an arm draped over his small body. Paul was nestled comfortably in her body, though it looked like the two had just been super glued together.

Karolina stared in disbelief. "Awe," she said sweetly and walked over to the two. "I think I found my new babysitter," she said happily. All I could do was glare at the image before me. Rose had probably been asleep when he climbed in with her. I put my hand out to shake Paul awake. Karolina beat me to it. She slapped my hand away and glared. "They're sleeping!" she said. One of Paul's eyes opened and it seemed only I had noticed.

He looked around and must have saw his mother and Zoya, but only looked at me. His lips curled up into a deadly evil smile. He clutched Rose tighter. I fumed. This little brat is trying to win her from me! Because he was my sister's kid, I would refrain from yelling, swearing, or hitting him. The best I could do was glare, and glare I did.

Karolina left, leaving Zoya to me. Once making sure that she was out, I put Zoya in one hand and wrapped my arm around Paul's waist and easily hoisted his sixty-five pounds out of the bed. As I had suspected, he was wide awake. I threw him over my shoulder, and he thrashed and kicked, almost kicking his little sister in the face. I put Zoya safely in Rose's arms and then turned to Paul. I set him down on the floor and gave him my fiercest glare. He tried to glare back, but his eyes were already small, so it looked like he was squinting. I kneeled down so that we were more evenly matched in height. Not so much, I was still a couple heads taller. Damn this height...

"Paul," I said in a calm voice. "Please, Rose is my student, don't get in bed with her. Especially when she is sleeping. It isn't... right," I finally said. Paul looked at me quizzically.

"What are you talking about?" he asked like I was an alien.

"About talking you are what?" I asked, trying to keep the devious smile off my face. It was just hilarious when anyone mixed up their words when talking to Paul.

"Uncle Dimka!" he whined. "You know I hate it when you guys do that!" he yelled. I looked over to Zoya and Rose to see if they had been woken up.

"That do guys you when it hate I know you!" I recited perfectly. When it came to annoying Paul, I was the master at it. "What's wrong Paul?" I asked, fake concernedly.

He cried out, obviously frustrated. Dimitri: 1, Paul: 0.

"Don't go near Rose, Paul," I said dangerously. He wrinkled his nose at me, something he had started doing often, gave me the finger, and walked out. Damn, what was Karolina teaching him?

I walked over to Rose and Zoya, they were sleeping peacefully. It was incredibly adorable, in fact. They both had dark hair, Zoya's darker of course. Also, they looked equally peaceful when asleep. Zoya had molded into Rose's chest like she belonged there. I rubbed the back of my hand against Rose's cheek. She didn't stir, but one of her eyes half opened and looked up at me and her mouth took shape of a smile.

"Dimitri," she murmured. She started to sit up when she realized there was someone in her arms. She looked down at her in confusion and horror struck her face. "Who's baby is this! Don't tell me it's mine!" she screamed.

To go along with the charade, I kept my face stoic. "Yes, you had this baby and then went into a coma for two years," I said grimly. Her eyes bulged open and she sat up abruptly. She started panicking and shaking, and I put a hand on her shoulder. I couldn't help but smile. God I'm a sadist. "I'm kidding, Rose," I said and she instantly calmed down.

She looked down at Zoya and then back at me. "Then... who's is she?" she asked concernedly.

"Don't worry, Roza, Zoya is Karolina's," I said as I sat down on the bed next to her. "I had to scare Paul off from you, he was feeling you up when you were asleep," I said and her eyebrows knitted together and her eyes widened. This time, I decided not to tell her I was kidding. "She looks like she could be your's though," I said and smiled.

Rose's cheeks blushed. "Ours," she said and leaned in to kiss the corner of my lips. I blushed immensely and she laughed. "Damn, Dimitri, I'm kidding," she said and looked down at Zoya. "She's so adorable! I have never seen someone this cute!" she squealed and hugged her tightly.

I put my arm around Rose's shoulders and leaned in. I whispered in her ear. "I think I have," I said suggestively and Rose only looked away with a blush adorning her face. I glanced at the clock. It was nearly one am. I realized that there was no way my mom wasn't at the store still. Ew.

Yayz. esstra flufflies in this! Not so much making out, though, sorreh.

um, MY BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW. C: im so essided, I just cant hide it -Rebecca black.

Kay sooo... how did you like this one? Review? Plz? Thank you guys who are being so nice to me! I really really appreciate it!

Lol my sister just accidentally did the im-a-retard-i-hit-myself-in-the-chest-over-and-over-thing. I cant stop laughing and she keeps telling me to stop but i cant hear her because im listening to skrillex at full volume. :)

The chapter name doesn't make much sense, I know. 8D