A/N: The original Rose POV can be read in Blood Promise. I just had to do a Dimitri POV and a few more... details here and there.

I wrote this with my LD girls in mind, especially ohayou/zmeyette, for her amazing beta skillz. I love and miss you all terribly.

Disclaimer: To my utmost regret, Dimitri and all his hotness and sculpted torso ain't mine, they're Richelle Mead's. That lucky, lucky woman.

Title: Cabin

Perspective: Dimitri Belikov

Summary: As if you need one.

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The cabin was cold, but her body was warm against mine.

"Do you remember Victor's lust charm?" she whispered, her eyes wide and tentative.

What a strange question to ask. Stranger still that she was not sure of my answer for it.

"Of course." I answered, pulling her closer to me—a feat, considering how close we lay beside each other.

"I didn't realize it could get better," she said slowly. "I thought about it all the time… what happened between us."

I rather thought Rose was a bit embarrassed. Embarrassed. I imagined only a few people have seen her like this. Maybe I was the only one.

No, I know I'm the only one.

I traced her eyelids and the line of her nose down to her lips. I couldn't find it in myself to feel ashamed of the possessiveness that I felt.

"I did too."

"You did?" she looked very surprised; I frowned. "I thought… I don't know. I thought you were too disciplined for that. I thought you'd try to forget it."

Too disciplined? There was nothing disciplined in the way I wanted to take her again, if we weren't in the middle of a crisis right now. She shook my beliefs, what I thought was right or wrong. Because the simple truth is, a stolen moment like this wasn't enough. It will never be enough.

I tried to muffle my laughter by pressing my lips to her neck. "Rose, how could I forget being naked with someone as beautiful as you? I stayed awake so many nights, replaying every detail. I told myself over and over that it was wrong, but you're impossible to forget."

She smiled a little, but her eyes were blazing. I felt my playfulness slowly being replaced by something more forceful, as I trailed my lips down her shoulder and to her collarbones. My fingers caressed her stomach and the ticklish curve of her hips. I felt her breathing quicken with every stroke I made.

I leaned closer to her ear. "You're burned into my mind forever, there is nothing, nothing in this world that could ever change that."

Soon we have to get dressed and act like what was expected of us. Never have I been more desperate to have a few more minutes with her—now that we have acknowledged that I was hers, and she was mine. There must be some way to keep this moment from slipping away.

But for now, our time is up.

A/N:

Buhuhu Dimitri, your time was indeed up. Should have cuddled more with Rose, no?

Thank you for reading and reviewing. Every message really warmed my heart. I wasn't sure I could write short stories since I tend to stretch out every teeny weeny detail (I see my beta cringe here). Thank you for the support!

Anyhoo it is indeed, my last (at least for now) piece for this little collection. I'm giving way for my next multi-chaptered fic so if you're interested for some POV from our favorite Strigoi, add me to your author alerts. We are going to have so much fun.

Anya :)

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We kiss each other one more time…

- Sorrow, Flyleaf