Chapter Eleven
Yeva!
Dimitri POV
I awoke to the faint sound of chirping birds in the distance. I opened my eyes slightly and peered around. Rose was tucked gently in my arms, still asleep. I smiled down at her, the love of my life. I looked around my room. Rose's and my clothes from yesterday littered the floor. The window was wide open, allowing the bright blue sky to shine in, and birds perch on the tree outside of my house that I used to climb down to sneak out.
I petted Rose's hair. Her calm sleeping face was utmost adorable. I could barely take the level of radiance that came from her. She was just so beautiful. And she was mine.
She moaned lightly and shifted her position. Her breasts pushed up to my chest, and her mouth was centimeters from my neck, her hot breaths heating up my skin. I instantly blushed, and tried to keep my erection down. I tightened my grip around her waist and pulled her closer. The closer, the better. I put my nose into her hair and pressed a kiss to her forehead. She mumbled something incoherent, but nevertheless kept sleeping. I kept my head there, and breathed in her beautiful and delicious scent.
We laid like that for what felt like hours on end, but really it had only been half an hour until Rose woke up. She opened her eyes and let out a yawn. She nuzzled into my neck and moaned. I tightened my grip around her, and she jumped back in surprise.
"Ah! Who are you!" Rose screamed at me, but my iron grip was too powerful to break. The best she could do was punch my nose, which actually really hurt. She then took a good look at me and blushed. "Oh, Dimitri. Sorry," she said embarrassedly, and hid her face in my chest. I chuckled and smirked.
"Oh Roza," I said and rubbed my lips in her hair, planting a few kisses. She wrapped her arms around my neck and smiled up at me now.
"Oh Dimka," she mocked, using my nickname. It was slightly arousing, but I wasn't going to tell her that. She giggled. "How did you sleep?" she asked.
"Amazingly, better than usual," I admitted to her. "But there are plenty of reasons to explain why," I said and she giggled and blushed. "How about you?" I asked quietly.
"Great!" Rose said excitedly. "Because I love you," she said and kissed my nose.
"I love you too," I told her and smiled kindly. It felt good telling her that, because it was the truth, and it felt like I was coming clean to her.
She lightly giggled and kissed my chin. I brought a hand up to her face and lifted her chin with my thumb and brought her lips to my mouth. She smiled into the kiss, and I smirked back. I tilted my face to the side to have more access to her mouth. My hand left her face, and started traveling down her body. It caressed her hips and curves, stopping at her ass.
I'm such a pervert, I know. I can't help it, though, when it comes to Rose.
We eventually broke apart, and got up. Rose put her bra back on, dropping her panties in the hamper. She picked up her romper and looked at it with disgust. "There's no way I'm going to wear this until it's disinfected," she said and dropped it in the hamper as well. It was incredibly sexy and fun the way her hips moved and her nice ass went as she walked to the hamper. I licked my lips at her and propped my head up on my hand and leaned to the side of the bed. She leant over and squished her boobs together in her bra. "How's the view?" she asked and I laughed.
"Amazing," I told her. She cracked a grin and shook her head. She walked to the bathroom door and opened it.
"I'm going to take a shower, kay?" Rose asked and I nodded, a smile still lingering on my face. She smirked back and closed the door behind her, walking into the bathroom. I then got out of bed and stopped. I was naked. Oh-wait-yeah that's right. I should be naked; I just had sex with Rose last night. I shook my head. I wanted a shower.
Instead, I threw on a white v-neck that contrasted with my tanned skin, grey boxers and blue shorts. I went out of my room and down stairs. I arrived into the kitchen, and there was no one there... except for Zoya. What the hell was the baby doing in the kitchen by herself? I asked myself, completely confused. The hell?
She was in a highchair with Cheerios all over her plate. She was pushing them around with her fingers, and chewing on some of them, but the lot of them were on the floor. I sighed, knowing I was going to be the one picking them up. I walked over to her and picked her up out of her seat.
"Hey, Zoya," I said to her softly in Russian. She giggled and touched my face. "How are you?" I asked her and she continued to giggle. I smiled at her, and her giggling stopped. She touched my top lip with her two forefingers. Her expression had gone to completely confused. Her fingers lingered on my mouth, and I was instantaneously reminded of Rose's mouth being there all of five minutes ago.
I shifted her weight, all barely twenty-five pounds of her, and walked over to the coffee maker. I leaned over the counter to turn it on when I felt Zoya moving. She was climbing me. I suddenly freaked out. If I dropped her and she turned retarded, I would have hell to pay from Karolina!
I grabbed her quickly, pulling her. She had a handful of my hair in her hand, so that probably wasn't such a great idea. I winced in pain, and she giggled crazily, as I tried to get her to let go of my poor hair. She wouldn't, though, so I decided to put her on my shoulders. She sat there and continued playing with her. The only thing I was afraid of now was her hitting her head on the ceiling, thanks to my height... well maybe it wasn't that bad. The ceilings were pretty high, but being six foot seven is pretty dangerous.
I finally got the stupid thing to start working, and I had two cups full of steamy coffee; one for me, and the other for Rose. I smiled in content at this, when suddenly I heard a extremely loud shout coming from upstairs. Rose, I presumed. I grabbed Zoya and put her into my arms and ran around the corner and up the stairs. I went three stairs at a time, because I had long enough legs.
When I finally made it to the third floor, I busted in Rose's room. She was clad in merely a towel, and her body and hair was all wet and sleek looking. What a turn on. I felt a nosebleed coming on, but then I realized what she was looking at. Her bed. With my grandmother in it.
"Oh my God," I said aloud. I pinched the bridge of my nose. I sighed, exasperated. "Great timing," I continued to say. Rose looked at me in confusion with a face clearly saying what-the-fuck-is-going-on-why-is-there-some-old-woman-in-my-bed?, it was confusing to me as well. "Yeva," I said and the old woman opened an eye.
My Yeva was old, that was certain. She had had my mother late, which was odd in the dhampir world. She must be around seventy or eighty by now. She tended to come here every now and then, just stopping by, and then disappearing the next day. It was weird, granted, but there was no foretelling when she would or wouldn't be here. She was small, too, like Rose small-short, but big chested. It seemed that she was wearing a black nightgown and her black hair spilled all around her face, making her look a little bit younger. She was full Russian, so she looked a little closer to Asian, like Zoya. Both eyes were open now, and they were glaring at me. "What?" she snapped in Russian.
"Please tell me next time you're coming next time," I told her and she rolled her eyes, stubbornly. Rose looked between the my grandmother and I in confusion. Yeva turned her head to look over at Rose warily.
"Who is this anonymous girl?" she asked, nodding at Rose. Rose stared back, wide-eyed, but nodded back nonetheless.
"This," I said, looking over at Rose, "is my student. Her name is Rose Hathaway," I told her and she nodded.
"Ah," she said. "A Hathaway. I saw Abe the other day," Yeva said, completely changing the subject. I rose an eyebrow, but she ignored it. "I trust you train her well?" she asked, and I nodded. She sighed. "Alright, get out of my room now. I want to sleep, I got in late," she said and I coughed awkwardly.
"Yeah, um," I said, laughing uncomfortably. "that's the thing, this is where Rose is staying," I told her and she glared daggers at me.
She got out of bed and warily padded towards the door. She affectionately rubbed the palm of my hand with her thumb and beckoned me to give her a kiss. I leaned over and placed a kiss on her lips, but then pulled away. She nodded and left. I heard her walking down the stairs, most likely going to my mom's room. I turned to Rose who looked like I had five eyes and a penis instead of a nose.
"That was my grandmother, Yeva. She comes and goes from my house, so don't be surprised," I told her and her shock reduced. "This is usually the guest room, so I think she went in, not knowing that you were staying here," I told her and she walked over to me. She took Zoya from my arms and pointed to the bed.
"Sit," she said and I did so. She then placed Zoya on my lap, who was-surprise, surprise- sucking on her fingers. I held her and patted her on her back as she did.
Rose then dropped the towel from around her to the floor and walked loftly out of it. My eyes snapped open, and a crimson blush spread across my face. "R-Roza," I said, caught off guard. She opened her panty drawer (I remembered it because it was the one that Paul had climbed in to) and pulled out a pair of white and black striped panties that had a cute small black bow on the front. She pulled them on over her sexy tanned legs.
She walked over to me, her huge and firm breasts bobbing as she did so. She leaned into my neck and breathed on it. "Horny?" she whispered, asking. I groaned and nodded.
"Why do you do this to me, Roza?" I asked, a slight whimper in my voice. She smirked.
"Because it's fun," she said, and cupped my cheek, pulling me in for a kiss. We kissed luxuriously, like it was the best thing in the world, well it was, except for sex. She yelped and pulled away then. I looked at her confused as she crossed her arms over her breasts, covering them.
I smirked. "Oh? Now you feel self-conscious?" I asked, jokingly. She shook her head vigorously.
"N-no," she stuttered. "She..." she looked at Zoya who was sucking on her fingers. "grabbed my tit!" she hollered. I stared at her, and then at Zoya who started giggling, and started laughing myself.
"Good job, Zoya," I said in Zoya's ear, and she never ceased giggling. Rose had a blush still lingering on her face, but she then smirked and shook her head. "What can I say, Roza? You're irresistible," I said and laughed as she started laughing.
Rose then pulled on a sports bra and a tank top, and some more black booty shorts. God, I couldn't get enough of those. She laced up her running shoes and pointed to the door with her thumb. "Go now?" she asked and I nodded. I grabbed Zoya and pressed her to my chest as I walked through the doorway. I wrapped an arm around her gingerly as we walked down the stairs together. When we got to the second floor, however, I had to reluctantly pull away my arm. I placed Zoya down in her crib in Karolina's room and left with Rose.
We went down stairs, yet another level, and into the kitchen. We sipped the coffee that I had made only twenty minutes earlier, and to my surprise, it was still steaming hot. We finished and walked outside. The morning heat was surprisingly strong today.
I pointed to the track. "Get running. Twenty laps and we'll talk," I said and she groaned as she took off running. I walked over to the concrete platform. I pulled the athletic tape out from my pocket and started taping my knuckles. I sat down and watched Rose run. She was going incredibly fast now. She looked over at me and noticed that I was watching. I gave her an impish wave, and she laughed. Even though there was a huge distance between us, I could hear her angelic laugh miles away. Only with added help from my dhampir senses.
I ripped the excess tape with my teeth, and started wrapping my second hand. I looked up again, and Rose was at the other end of the track, her back facing me, and her nice ass. I smirked at that though. She was so fine. So fine.
I pulled a hair band from my wrist and pulled my bangs out of my face. I knew it made me look more serious and badass boss-mode Russian. Not only Rose had admitted that to my face, other students had been bold enough to do so as well.
Rose looked up at me as she sprinted through her running assignment. I was tying my shoe laces as my grandmother came out she brought two water bottles and two towels and set them down next to me as she sat on the other side of me. She took on of my big hands in her small ones and closed her eyes.
"I saw this," she said finally and I looked over at her, confused.
"You saw... what?" I asked.
"This whole setting. I saw Rose getting kicked out of her old school, and being sent to you," she said and my eyes widened. Everyone in the family and even some close friends had known that she had these predictions of the future, but hardly any of us believed her most of the time. "That you two would grow closer."
I gulped. Had she seen everything? "Uh, babushka, how much did you see?" I asked her, uncomfortably. She laughed a low cackle.
"No need to fret, Dimka," Yeva said and patted my shoulder. "I didn't see anything personal. Mostly just the training. When you broke her nose. A couple kisses," she said and smirked at me. My face paled as my jaw dropped. "Your secrets are safe with me," she assured me, but I wasn't so sure.
I sighed in exasperation. "Yeva, if this gets out to anyone-"
"Vika already knows," Yeva cut me off. I nodded. She pointed to Rose's running figure. "This one is special. There's something odd about her aura," she said. She must have finished all her twenty laps because she was now jogging over to Yeva and I, and she had discarded her tank top; her sports bra couldn't support all of her chest, and they was bouncing. I blushed, but didn't let my grandmother notice, so I pretended to wipe my face, though there was nothing on it.
"Sorry," I yelled to her, "fifteen more laps!" I called. She growled and turned around, sprinting even faster this time around the tracks. I turned to Yeva. I was going to have to hurry this little conversation up if I didn't want Rose to know.
"Dimka, you will watch over her carefully, and keep her close to you," Yeva said and I nodded. "She is very special to you, and there are countless interesting things about her that you are yet to learn," she told me. I realized that that was true, and that I hadn't asked Rose much about herself or her past; I just asked her about things I already knew, just for the sake of the conversation.
"Yes, babushka," I said and she stood up. She pointed to Rose.
"Go run with her. You're getting fat," she said and pinched my cheek. I blushed and suddenly felt self-conscious.
"Thanks, Yeva," I said sarcastically. She chuckled and walked back to the house. Rose was still running, and at a remarkable pace. I quickly fell in step with her, switching back to English. "Hey," I said, a smirk present on my face.
Rose smirked back, but kept running at her speed. "Hi. Jerk," she said and sped off. I watched in bewilderment how fast her small legs could take her. I too then started to speed up, trying to match her speed.
"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I had to talk to my grandmother," I told her. Rose just rolled her eyes, and pushed herself further. We then kept running in silence. We finished two minutes later, and Rose was drinking out of one of the water bottles that Yeva had brought out. There was a slight perspiration sliding down her neck, and onto her cleavage. I mentally licked my lips. "Are you mad at me?" I asked.
She flicked her eyes over at me and pulled the water bottle from her mouth. It was nearly half full now. She gasped in air and looked at me strangely. "Mad? No," she answered and took another swig from her water. "You're being secretive with your grandmother," she continued, and I looked at the ground guiltily.
I wondered if I should just tell her the truth, that my grandmother sees visions, and let Rose think that she was incredibly crazy; or go with plan B, and lie. I chose neither. "We'll talk about it later. It's time to train, not get in an argument," I said and turned away from her. I picked up a water bottle and opened the cap. I turned back to her, she had her arms crossed, only pushing up her twins, and an annoyed look on her face. "We're going to do something a little different today," I told her. She rose an eyebrow.
"Go on," she said, shifting her weight.
"Football," I said and her eyes widened a little.
"With two people! Are you crazy? How is it supposed to work?" Rose asked, confused.
"It's not regular football, well, technically. In fact-it's wresting," I laughed. "Wrong American sport-"
"Wrestling!" Rose yelled.
"That's what I said," I said softly, putting an arm on her shoulder to calm her down. She was still mad at me for not telling her about my grandmother and my conversation, and making her play an physical contact centered game was only angering her further. "You know how to play, correct?" I asked and she nodded, growling.
"Yes," Rose seethed.
"The objective is to get your opponent down," I said and looked up at her. She looked bored. "Okay let's just do this," I said and threw the bottle onto the grass somewhere. We both got into stances.
"Come at me, bro," she said and smirked. I wrapped an arm around her waist and threw her to the ground. I put an elbow in her back, near her kidney, forcing her down, and put her in a head lock. I had half my body on her and she gaged, my hold must have been a little tight. She scoffed. "I can feel your dick on my thigh," she said and laughed as I jumped off her. She took this to her advantage. She quickly got off her stomach and grabbed the back of my head. She threw my face into the ground and grabbed my hand, forcing it up higher behind my back. I threw my head back in pain, but she climbed on me and forced her head down. I squirmed enough to flip over, so I was on my back.
Rose leaned over me, placing her hands on either side of my face, and her nose was inches from mine. She thrust her hips on mine, and ground our areas. She moaned loudly, and then looked back down at me, a prominent smirk on her face. "Does this position ring a bell?" she asked and I blushed.
"R-Roza," I muttered, stuttering, looking the other way. She put a hand to my cheek, and caressed it.
Rose hushed me, and I did so. She smiled sweetly. "Your sister and niece are looking in through the window. Push me over violently and start making out with me," she said, a deviant glint in her eye. I smirked.
"No problem," I said and pushed up, catching Rose off guard, and rolling over on top of her. I put a hand on either side of her face, and leaned in, dropping my mouth on hers. She wrapped her legs around my waist and ground them together. It was really starting to turn me on, and I didn't want to have sex before my sister and niece's eyes. Plus, doing it again with Rose in less than twenty four hours was a bit much... but certainly not out of our range.
Rose wrapped her arms around my neck, so she was pretty much hanging from me. The only part that was on the ground was her back and hips. She was like a damn monkey. I chuckled into the kiss. She broke away and looked at me confused, and to be honest, a bit concerned. "What?" she asked.
"Monkey sex," I said and started laughing into her chest.
"Uhh..." Rose said and started laughing too. "Alright, Dimitri," she said and let go of me. She laid down in the grass, staring back up at me. Saying she looked beautiful was an understatement. She was beautiful, cubed. I couldn't get enough of her. I leaned in and placed one last kiss. I held it there for only five seconds, but it felt so much longer.
I got off of her and looked into the window that Rose had said Viktoria and Zoya had been in. I made eye contact with Viktoria, but when she realized that she had been caught, she grabbed Zoya and ducked. I smirked.
"Ready to do it again?" I asked and she let out a sharp breath.
"Ha! You bet!" Rose said with a determined look.
-After two more hours of training-
Rose walked in the door and was about to collapse, but I caught her arm and pulled her to me. "Roza," I called her name and she snapped out of it.
"Woah, ah, I just felt lightheaded," Rose said. Concerned, I sat her down on a bar stool. I grabbed a cup and filled it up with water and handed it to her.
"Here," I said and she drank. She pulled the cup from her lips and breathed out and made a refreshed sound. She held the now empty cup out to me, and when I grabbed it, our hands brushed. I kept my hand on hers, and we looked into each other's eyes longingly.
Suddenly, Yeva walked in.
"Dimka? Roza?" she asked, and we both snapped out of our daze. We both pulled our hands away from the cup, letting go as it dropped onto the marble counter, and the glass cup broke in two. I picked the pieces up quickly and threw them out before someone got cut.
"Yes, babushka?" I asked and her eyes studied the two of us, going back and forth between our bodies.
"You two have an unusual bond... your auras are similar," Yeva said in Russian, trying to explain. She pulled her head up suddenly and looked into Rose's eyes. Rose blushed and tried to figure out what she was doing when Yeva turned her head and stared deeply into my eyes. "Ah, you kids," she said and walked out of the room. She tsked. "Kids these days. So mature," she said, and instantly, I knew what she was talking about.
Rose looked at me, utmost confusion in her face. I had to tell her one way or another. "Yeva knows what we did," I said and her face turned crimson.
"H-how?" Rose squeaked. I shrugged my shoulders.
"She... sees things," I told Rose and she rose an eyebrow. I sighed. "She was talking to me earlier," I said and lowered my voice. "about you, and how you were different, and have many secrets," I told her. Rose backed up her head and looked at the counter thoughtfully.
"I see," Rose said. My eyes widened.
"You do?" I asked, bewildered. I had completely expected her to start laughing or something because of what I had just told her.
"Yeah, I've read about it, with Lissa, you know," Rose said and scratched the back of her neck. She then looked up at me, completely changing the subject. "I need a shower," she said.
"And you want me to join?" I asked, hoping she would agree and allow me to bath with her. I must have indicated somewhere on my face that I was eager to take one with her, because she started laughing at me.
"Pft," Rose made a noise with her mouth. "As if. All we do in the shower is make out. There would be no actual showering," she said. True, I noted. We usually mess around for the first twenty minutes in there, and then start actually shampooing and such for the last two minutes. She held my cheek in her hand and kissed it. "Not today. I'm sweaty and gross," she said and got up. I caught her by the hand and pulled her back into me.
"You're beautiful," I told her in her ear. Her face heated up and she put her hand up to my chest. She looked up at me with her big brown puppy eyes.
"Another time, okay?" Rose said, and I instantly melted. There was nothing I could say back to her cuteness. She broke out of my grasp and skipped away. I watched her as she turned the corner and listened to her footsteps up the stairs. I shook my head, her affect waring away. It was like she had put me into a trance when she looked up at me like that-it was completely irresistible.
Oh well, I thought. Whether she likes it or not, I'm getting in that shower with her.
It was a little short... sorry, I had to put babushka in there though.
Oh I found out from my dad that Zoya is kind of like the Russian version of Zoe or something, and it means 'life'. how cute is that? That reminds me, i have Russian roots. :D my pappy is 3/4 Russian, and i tried (and epically failed) to learn a Russian accent. I have to admit, though, that it is really funny. XD
Anyway, review plz! I'll maybe come out with some more stuff... tomorrow? a chapter will be out Sunday for sure, because I'm going shopping tomorrow and i have no idea how long that will take... :P stay posted; more coming soon! Thanks for reading!