Chapter Twelve
School? Really?
Mature Parts!
Rose POV
I stepped into the shower, naked-of course, and felt the hot water stream down my face and chest. Wow that felt good. It felt like I hadn't had a pleasant shower like this in forever, yet I had just taken one this morning. I scrubbed some cold shampoo that smelled like pomegranate-my favourite. I rinsed my hair out, and then applied the conditioner. I let my hair sit, so that the conditioner could set in, and make my hair as soft as possible. I then washed it out, making sure that all of it was out, and then started rubbing myself with body wash. I had only just rubbed my hands together and started down my left arm when I heard the door open and close. What the hell? I thought I locked the door!
Oh yeah, this bathroom is connecting.
I sighed. What a joke. "Dimitri?" I called. I was hidden by the wall of tiles. I leaned past it and looked to see Dimitri pulling his shirt over his head. I blushed and pressed myself to the tiles.
He pulled it off and looked over at me and smirked. "Hey babe," he said seductively and I rolled my eyes. I went back into the shower and continued to rub my arms carefully with the vanilla scented body wash. I shivered at how cold it was compared to my heated body, thanks to the hot water.
Suddenly, a pair of arm were sliding up my curves and stopped at my breasts. He had the applied body wash on his hands, and they were lubricating every where he put them. He rubbed it down my back, most sensually as I might add, over my shoulders, and on my breasts. He spent the most time there, I think. He was towering over me in the shower, I had realized. He stood behind me as he was massaging my breasts, having his whole body pressed against my back. I blushed and moaned softly as he rubbed his thumbs over my peaks-he knew I felt the best there. He leaned his head into the crook of my neck, and let his chin rest there. He placed a kiss on my jaw, and I turned my head so that he could kiss my lips.
I slowly turned my body as the kiss got more heated until I was completely facing him. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and bent over so that he was closer to my lips. He turned his head to the side so that he got better coverage of my lips. I realized what we were doing and pulled away to slap his arm.
"This is why I told you not to get in the shower with me! We're wasting water!" I yelled, suddenly actually caring about the environment.
"Roza," Dimitri said huskily. "Like, seventy percent of the world is covered in water. It's fine if we waste a couple gallons," he said to me. I contemplated it for a moment before continuing my argument.
"The water bill-!"
"I. Don't. Care," Dimitri said and hungrily leaned in to my lips. I couldn't resist, so I helped myself to his mouth. He slid his tongue in and licked every inch of my mouth, rubbing it along my teeth.
Dimitri's hands roamed my body. They started around my waist, but slowly lowered down to my ass. He hand his long, sculpted fingers around it and gave it a tight squeeze. I moaned into the kiss, and he pulled our hips closer together. He was starting to get hard-I could feel it pressing slightly into my stomach. Dimitri slid his hands lower and in between my legs. I blushed as I felt his hands near my warm core.
We broke away with only a line of spit connecting our lips. I stared into his eyes; mine glazed over with lust. I wanted to ask him what he was doing, when he crashed his lips on mine, and thrust a finger into me. My eyes snapped open, and with his lips on mine, it was hard to yell into the kiss. It was surprising to say in the least. "D-Dimka..." I moaned into the kiss, as he groaned and started slowly moving his fingers.
My eyes were starting to water up. His fingers... they're amazing. I was completely in shock for a few moments. His fingers were moving faster now. I was starting to get really wet; this was turning me on increasingly. I squeezed my eyes shut and yelped into the kiss as he added another finger.
He smirked. "You're so tight, Roza," Dimitri moaned into the kiss. I gulped. "Sexy," he muttered. He curled one finger up and I choked in the kiss.
"Ah!" I moaned, loudly. Dimitri held a firm arm around my waist, so I couldn't break away completely. He swept me up into another kiss, and plunged one more finger in. He had trouble with this one, however. I was growing increasingly tighter, and I had been clamping up on top of that. "Dim... ka," I moaned. I knew he liked it when I called him that. Though, it was kind of weird, since his family called him that 24/7, but when I did it, he became incredibly turned on.
"Mm," Dimitri moaned back. He cocked his head to the side, getting more coverage of my mouth. He started spreading his fingers apart inside me, and I cried aloud.
"No!" I yelled into the kiss. "Stop... Dimka," I moaned, and it only pushed him to do it more. Saying his name, I felt him grow harder, it prominently poking my stomach. He pumped his fingers in and out of me now, and I couldn't stop screaming. Tears were coming out of my eyes, and I couldn't stop, it was starting to really hurt. I felt limp in his arms, my knees bucking under me, and I started to droop, not before Dimitri caught me.
"Roza," he whispered in my ear. "Are you okay?" Dimitri asked, pulling his fingers out of me. I groaned, I couldn't move. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I threw my arms around his neck, and he wrapped his around my waist. "Roza," he softly murmured in my ear.
"That," I breathed, "is why I didn't want you in the shower with me," I admitted and he laughed. I punched him in the nuts, and he pulled back, nearly dropping me. I clung to him tightly, though, and he pulled me back up, composing himself.
He chuckled, despite the pain I had just gave him. "Roza, that's not very nice," Dimitri said hotly into my neck. I gulped and tensed up. He bit my earlobe, and I moaned aloud. "If you don't keep it down, my sister and grandmother are going to be leaning against the door, trying to listen," he said and I couldn't help but giggle, imagining his Yeva leaning against the door with her ear pressed to it intently.
I rested my head against Dimitri's shoulder blade, and closed my eyes. "I want to get out," I finally said. "I'm turning into a prune," I told him, looking into his eyes. He smiled and nodded. He put me down, and we both noticed his hard on. He looked at me with pleading eyes. I shook my head and giggled. I kneeled down an grabbed him at his base. Dimitri groaned with pleasure as I took it in my mouth. It was big, and I couldn't fit much of it into my mouth.
"Roza," Dimitri moaned. I pulled him out of my mouth and looked up at him, a devious look on my face. I closed my eyes and put him back into my mouth. Dimitri leaned one hand on the wall for support, and the other, resting on the back of my head softly. He moaned every so often, and there was an occasional whimper.
"Dimka," I said and clicked my tongue. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me; his manhood in my cheek. He blushed and turned away.
"Don't tease me, Roza," Dimitri moaned as I licked the tip. His features were full of pain, and I knew he would explode any second. I took that to my advantage as I swirled my tongue around him, and he gasped. "I'm-I'm," Dimitri didn't have to say anything; I already knew what was coming.
He erupted, and his hot cum ejaculated into my mouth. My eyes watered, and some of it missed my mouth and hit my neck, and dripped over my breasts. I looked down at myself in surprise.
"How much were you holding in, Dimitri?" I asked as a smirk crossed my lips. I licked my fingers of his delicious cum. I was literally drenched with his sperm; my face, hands and arms, and down my front. He took in my image and smiled sadistically.
"Nearly fourteen hours worth," Dimitri said and winked. I blushed and stood up, I pressed myself to him and rubbed my cummy hands on his chest. He stared down at me in disbelief as he jumped away. "Ew!" he screamed like a ten year old-in fact, it sounded a lot like Paul.
I just laughed at him. He was trying to wipe it off of him, yet it was hard. I took his hand and stopped him. He looked at me in confusion, so I leaned in and ran my tongue along his chest. Dimitri tensed up, but then relaxed. I bit little of his skin, and he moaned. I licked up the most part of his cum off of his chest. The expression he was making was so adorable! I wanted to squeal.
He smirked; "My turn," he said with a devious smirked. I tried to scream, but instead I moaned as he pressed me up against the tiled walls and started making out with me. I was wide-eyed. I brought my hand up and slapped his face. He broke away from me and looked at me with confusion and hurt.
"Get the fuck out," I said and pointed to the outside of the bathroom. He smirked and put his hands on his hips. "Or I'll fuck Paul," I continued, and his face paled. He reluctantly got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. Truthfully, there was no way in hell that I would stoop so low as to fuck a ten year old. Dimitri waited patiently, leaning against the sink.
I looked over at him, and noticed him looking at me. He crossed his arms, unconsciously showing off his sexy muscles. I winked at him. I noticed a light strawberry blush starting on his cheeks. I washed all his cum off of me, and shut off the water. I wrapped a towel around me under my armpits and noticed my cleavage I was showing off. I tried to push it down, but to no avail. Dimitri noticed, and grabbed my wrist.
"Don't hide," he said and smirked. He dropped his towel on the ground and stepped out of it. My eyes snapped open as his junk fell out. He noticed my surprised expression, and simply laughed. He climbed into the shower and started washing his hair. I blushed and ran out of the room. I slammed the bathroom door behind me and dropped the towel on the floor. I contemplated what I was going to wear for the rest of the day, and decided to go with bleached and ripped jean short shorts. I pulled on a charcoal grey scoop neck shirt with buttons starting up in the middle. I decided against wearing socks, because I wasn't in the mood for wearing actual shoes.
I added minimal make up, like I usually did. I learned that with my looks, I didn't need much. I put on a thin layer of liquid eye liner on the lid of my eye, and added a wing at the end. After much arguing with myself, I finally added the tiniest touch of mascara. I put my make up down and padded over to my bed and jumped atop it. I flipped to a random page in the magazine I had been reading earlier this week.
Dimitri came in then, through the bathroom door. A huge cloud of steam followed him, and the scent of his shampoo and aftershave. That aftershave was to fucking die for. I blushed slightly, realizing that he was only wearing a towel. "You're blushing from seeing me in a towel?" Dimitri asked, aghast. I was surprised, it was as if he was reading my very thoughts. "You've seen me in much less," he continued, and my blush only grew.
"You're hot," I said and looked away. Dimitri only chuckled and smirked.
"Meet me in the room I showed you the other day, alright?" He said and winked. I only stared back aghast. I slowly nodded back. "Fifteen minutes," he said, and with that, Dimitri walked back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
I was flustered; I didn't even realize that I was reading a Russian magazine. I closed it, and tossed it on the floor. I threw my face into the bed and covered my head with my arms. I sighed loudly.
Oh, what Dimitri did to me.
All I wanted at the moment was him. Scratch that-all I could ever want is him. I'm in love with Dimitri. And he loves me back. I blushed, I could feel my cheeks heating up. Dimitri is just so perfect in everything he does; it makes me wonder if he even has any flaws.
After about ten minutes of contemplating Dimitri, I decided to go into Dimitri's office. When I opened the door, there was Paul, about to knock on my door. He dropped his hand to his side and blushed. "Hi Aunt Rosie," he muttered and stared at the floor. I smiled at him and kneeled down.
"Hi Paul! How are you?" I asked and he blushed even more. He dug his toes into the wood floors in an awkward-embarrassed way.
"Um," Paul murmured and pulled his head up. His usually messy dark brown hair was combed today. Just then, Dimitri walked out of his room. Paul squeezed his eyes shut. "I love you, Rose!" he screamed.
Dimitri and I stared at Paul in disbelief. Paul then noticed Dimitri, blushed, and ran down the stairs. I rose an eyebrow and looked over at Dimitri. His expression was pained, but he merely shrugged it off. He had on a grey V-neck shirt with a black leather jacket. For pants he wore tan khaki pants with a black belt. His face had been recently shaved, and he didn't have socks or shoes on either.
He noticed me checking him out, so he smirked. I blushed, and turned away, standing up. "Do you have your books?" Dimitri asked, his Russian accent poking at his words. I raked my memories for a moment, trying to remember whether or not I had them.
I nodded. "Yeah, hang on," I said and walked back into my room. Underneath my bed, I had thrown them. I'm not sure why, because there was plenty of other places to put them, but I was just so pissed at them that I didn't want to even look at them. I dropped down to my knees once again and leaned over under the bed. I started dragging them out from under there, when I realized Dimitri's presence in the door frame. I pulled out one and turned to look at him.
"Out of all the places-"
"I know, I know!" I said and he laughed. "I was mad at them," I said and bent over to take more out.
Dimitri cleared his voice, and I bent over further to grab a history book in the far corner. I was inches away, but I didn't want to lay on my stomach to get it. I stuck my leg out, not so sure why, but figured it might help. I heard Dimitri's foot steps, and suddenly, he was crouching down, and with ease, reached his long arm out and pulled the book from the ground. I suddenly collapsed on the ground, defeated. "Oh, Roza," he said and shook his head. I slowly dragged myself out from under the bed and stood up, brushing myself off.
Dimitri was staring at my backside, so I turned to him. "Nice view?" I asked, and as if he had been caught in his own thoughts, shook his head and turned away.
"Very nice view. In fact, want to bend over again? There might be another book under there," he said and I giggled. I walked over and punched his arm lightly, and Dimitri didn't even flinch. "Just saying," he continued.
"Whatever," I said and pointed out of my room. "Get to class!" I yelled and he looked down at me with his eyebrows raised.
"That's what I should be saying, young lady. Get your pretty little ass in there before I give you a late slip," Dimitri said and I dropped my arms and walked into the room, taking the book from his hands. As I walked past him, to add effect, Dimitri slapped my ass. I yelped and turned back to him and stuck my tongue out at him.
I entered the room and dropped my books down on the table, which landed with a big thud. Dimitri then walked in, with glasses on. My jaw dropped. He looked over at me with confusion. He continued to walk over to the white board and started writing what looked like math problems. He turned to me and closed the cap to the marker.
"Open your math book to page two hundred and three, please Roza," Dimitri said, and I couldn't seem to close my mouth. He rose an eyebrow, and I finally did.
"You look hot with glasses," I blurted out, and shortly after covered my mouth with my hand. My eyes widened as he smirked and walked over. He put his hands on my desk and leaned in.
"I would tell you that you look hot with anything on, but since this is technically class, I have to refrain from sexual harassment to students," Dimitri said and held that smirk on his face. He had black rimmed glasses that were thick on the sides. He looked like a glasses model, damn.
"I wouldn't mind," I said with an enticing smile. Dimitri pushed off the table and walked back over to the board.
"Open your book, Roza," Dimitri said, and I sighed, doing so. He started talking to me about math stuff, but it wasn't like I was listening-I was too busy staring at how sexy he looked, and occasionally, to make it look like I was learning, would I give a quick look at the board or at my paper. He seemed to believe that I was actually doing something, but when he walked over to look at my paper, he saw that there were only the first three problems, after we had just finished the fifteenth one. He sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Roza," he said tired and angrily. He then looked into my eyes and looked for any trace of learning. "You need to be listening to what I'm saying, and not watching what I'm saying," Dimitri said and put his hands on his hips. "You know that I send your grades to Kirova, and she sends your report cards at the end of every three months; this isn't just a joke. You have to actually try," he said and walked back over to the board. "Okay, starting at number four, once again," he said annoyed, and started reading something from the book.
This time I wrote it down. I tired hard not to stare at him most of the time, but he went kind of fast. After an hour, I had nearly forty problems down. Christ! My hand was killing me from writing so much and so fast.
"And that concludes our math studies. Please put your math book away, and pull out your English," Dimitri said, closing his math book. He picked up the English book and opened to a specific page. He looked up to see me doing nothing, mouth agape. "Roza?" he asked. I still stared at him, aghast.
"Can't I have a break?" I asked and he shook his head.
"Nope, there is far too much for you to learn, and because you are slow, we need to do more at one time," he said and nodded to my book. "Open it to page four hundred and sixty-nine."
I grumbled and did so. I pulled out my English notebook and wrote down the title. Boy, this was going to be a long day.
Suddenly, I was kicked out of my own head, and into someone else's. Not so surprising, Lissa's. She was with Christian in their little attic place. I mentally rose an eyebrow. Since I was looking through Lissa's eyes, all I saw was Christian. She didn't look away. That must have been because she was underneath him. Oh God! Oh God! Oh no-no, no, no! Get me out of here! I want out!
Christian leaned in to kiss Lissa, and Lissa allowed it. Not so soon after, they were in an all-out make out session. I cringed. His lips were soft, but it wasn't mine that were receiving the kiss, it was Lissa's. That was the creepy part. Technically, we were having a threesome.
I then noticed Lissa's feelings. It was like a burst of flames rising in her chest. Love. Lust. Longing. Christ-what was this girl on? Exctasy?
Christian's hands were starting to roam my-I mean, Lissa's body. They were slowly pulling up Lissa's shirt, and then the two broke to allow it over her head. Lissa was halfway done unbuttoning Christian's flannel at that point, and it wasn't much longer before it was sliding down his arms, leaving him in a plain white t-shirt. He lifted it over his head himself, and then the two were topless.
One hand was planted at Lissa's bony hip, and the other on her bra. To my surprise, she was wearing that extra-sexy black lace bra that I had bought her for Christmas the year before. Good job Lissa! I had bought it incase for such a hot and steamy time like this. It had a clip in between the boobs, so Christian did so, and he slid it down her arms. His warm hands caressed her small, Moroi boobs. They were so cute, I had always told her, but she never would admit it. She always said she wanted my bigger ones.
I wanted to vomit. This was going a little far. They were about to get at it. I had to get out, and fast! They were almost completely naked, and there was no way in hell that I wanted the mental image of Christian's small pale dick burned into my mind forever and ever. I tried to pull myself out, but Lissa's feelings were so strong, that it was as if I were glued in place.
Lissa unbuttoned Christian's jeans, and started un-zipping them. Christian had a prominent boner, but it was absolutely nothing in comparison to Dimitri's when he was hard. Oh, that was a sight to see. I shook that thought out of my head and I went back to the problem at hand. Christian's dick.
I was so sickened, that I fought as hard as I could to get out of Lissa's head. I started screaming GET ME OUT! over and over, but it wasn't like anyone could hear me. I was in Lissa's head, after all. Only she could talk to me that way, not backwards.
When I was finally out of her head, I was panicking, and spazzing out. I saw Dimitri, who was right in front of me with a firm hand on my shoulder. He was saying something, but I had no idea what. I nearly passed out before Dimitri pulled me into a kiss.
And all my thoughts vanished. I was completely sucked into the kiss, it felt a million times better than Christian's had. Wow, Lissa really doesn't know what she's missing. Dimitri pulled away, and stared into my eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked seriously.
My eyes went wide, but then back to normal. "Ah-nothing," I said, and cast my eyes down. "Nothing, just a spaz attack," I told him, and he pulled my eye back into his.
"Roza, tell me what happened," Dimitri said even more seriously, and sternly. "Everything," he continued.
"It was nothing!" I yelled.
"One moment, your eyes are blank, and it looks like your dead, and then next, you're jumping around, screaming 'get me out!'-what's going on?" Dimitri asked. I realized that he was kneeling in front of me, and that he was still staring down at me slightly. I next realized that I was on the floor, too. What the hell?
I cast my eyes down. "Can we talk about it later?" I asked quietly. His eyes turned from being so serious to... almost compassionate. He nodded slowly, and helped me up.
"You're going to tell me everything that happened later," Dimitri said, yet again, strictly. I sighed and nodded. Great, there was a lot of explaining to do.
Dimitri watched me cautiously, like I was unstable, and is most likely about to kill myself. He assigned me to write an essay with at least six paragraphs, and at least two hundred and fifty words each. I had written one sentence, and was already stumped. "Dimitri! I need help!" I whined. Dimitri looked up from his desk, complete with papers and a big Mac computer. He got up, and with his dhampir speed, was right next to me in an instant.
"With what?" Dimitri asked. I looked up to him.
"With everything," I said with a shrug of my shoulders. "Please?" I asked, pushing my chest together, giving him a good view from standing over me. He realized what I was doing and shook his head.
"Fine," he said and bent over so that he was closer to the paper. He then turned to me. "Then what do I get in return?" he asked. I looked up at the ceiling, thinking about it.
"Anything you want," I said and smirked. He breathed out and the corner of his lips lifted up.
"But there is a lot of things I want," he said with a devious glint in his eyes. "For instance, you."
I hid my blush from him, and pulled a smirk out. "No problem," I said, and put my hand behind his head, pulling his lips to mine. We started making out, but then he put his hands firmly under my ass, and pulled me up to the desk. He placed me there, and continued our make out session. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and leaned in, as I did the same.
There were lip smacking noises echoing all throughout the room. I moaned aloud, and Dimitri's kisses became all the more hotter. He brought his hand up, and rested it on my cheek. Our chins brushed, and I could feel his ever so softly shaved chin against mine.
"Mmm," I moaned, and Dimitri said my name. It was like this for what felt like minutes, but turned out to be twenty-five minutes. There was a knock on the door, and we both jumped off each other. I hopped off the table, and back into my seat. Dimitri leaned over to pretend to be teaching me something. Olena walked in then with a little box.
"Hi honeys," Olena said, her Russian accent breaking through. "I went to the bakery and bought some of your favourite biscottis," she said with an excited smile on her face. I could see how fake Dimitri's smile and thanks were, but I ended up doing the same.
"That was so nice, Olena," I said with an incredibly fake smile. After a while, I learned to get good at them. She smiled back, not suspecting a thing.
"It was no problem, I was in the area anyway," Olena said, and turned to the door. "Have fun studying," she said and closed the door behind her. Fun and studying in the same sentence? That was something I had never heard before. They were polar opposites.
Dimitri and I both stared at the biscottis, and then back at each other. We jumped into another session of making out. I grabbed his face in my hands and pulled him to me, and he grabbed my waist, pulling me up to him. He leaned me over the table, so I was laying on it, staring up at him. I knotted a hand into his hair, and he placed a hand on either side of my face. I moaned loudly, and then looked over at the door.
"It's sound-proof," he murmured, and my mouth made an 'o'. We then went quickly at it. Ha, if only Lissa could get into my head. I smirked at the thought, and Dimitri was to busy devouring my lips to notice.
Suddenly, the door knob turned. We both broke away and looked at it expectantly. Oh my God. It slowly started opening-either that or everything had gone into slow motion. In walked Viktoria, with Zoya, giggling of course, in her arms. Dimitri and I froze. Viktoria's eyes landed on the two of us, and Zoya stopped giggling. The two stared at us, Dimitri on top of me with his hands on either side of my face, and my arms around his neck.
"Viktoria-I swear. If you tell anyone! You're so dead!" Dimitri seethed, and a smirk replaced her shocked face.
"I won't," Viktoria said slyly. "But I get to hold this against you," she continued, and turned out of the room with Zoya in her arms.
Dimitri turned and showed me his shocked expression. He then got off me and straightened himself up. He looked down at me, who was completely confused. I sent him a hurt look, and he just smiled down at me.
"I'm in a lot of shit," Dimitri said and sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. I rose an eyebrow and sat up on the table.
"Yep," I said and looked at him. He looked almost scared. "Have fun being Viktoria's slave for a week," I said and laughed as his face turned blue.
DONE! haha sorry I didn't post in 2 days! ACK i'm sorry, I meant to, but then I had other things to do. Anywayzz... big explanation chapter next i think, it wasn't this one. aha sorry.
Oh yeah, and who thinks that Ben Barnes is also incredibly sexy and should no-doubt play dimitri in the vampire academy movie in 2012-2013? I think so. Dude I can't stress enough how damn fine he is. Just-oooooh x.x death from sexiness.
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