Timeline notes: Rose and Lissa returned to school in October; he was turned shortly before Rose's birthday at the end of March, and canonly I had always worked that by September of that year, Lissa had become Queen and Jill was already out in California. This story is taking place the following March, a year after Dimitri was turned, right before Rose turns 19.

But really the timeline is inconsequential, I guess, because really this is just a fun smutty oneshot in which Rose yet again makes Dimitri's infamous Zen Master control go nuts that I wrote after looking through the movie stills of Danila and dying inside.

This is M, kids (I guess. For as much as I read it, I felt like I had trouble writing this).

So enjoy, kiddos. Happy New Year.

"Wait until next time," he warned. "I'll do things that'll make you lose control within seconds."

There weren't very many things I missed about St. Vladmir's or high school in general. Post-graduation life was proving to be much better.

For instance, no one thought I was a raging slut, the faculty didn't hate me, my best friend wasn't going insane, and I wasn't fighting illicit feelings to my older mentor. Not to mention the part where I wasn't on the run through Russia, or through the backwoods of West Virginia, hunting Strigoi and causing a revolution within the Moroi world.

Nope, now everything was hunky-dory. Now, I just had to deal with rebel Moroi wanting to kill the sole Dragomir princess, traveling the world with the current eighteen-year-old Moroi queen as she revolutionized the Moroi academies training programs, and trying to fit in alone time with said mentor-turned-boyfriend.

So all in all, life had gotten much better since high school.

Except for the part when I just couldn't get drunk whenever I wanted to anymore. That part wasn't as fun.

Especially when it was St. Patrick's Day and I was in London and legal to drink in the UK and instead of being out with my boyfriend getting drunk at a pub and heading home for some sexy time, I was stuck leaning against the wall of an ornate dining room at the city home of a random Conta relative, watching Lissa and the other royals have dinner and shmooze.

This was the only part of my job I hated. The random monotony of royal events like this one. I knew they were necessary: Lissa had made the rounds in the states, pulling various key royals to her side of the "Moroi should learn to fight" cause, and now we were over in Europe, making the rounds.

It was proving to be much more difficult to convince the royals still living in Europe of the necessity to instill Moroi training programs in the academies than it was in the States. The Moroi were worldwide, though mostly concentrated in Europe and North America: there were small sects in China, mostly Moroi who had entered into the human business world and done extremely well, but after leaving the mother lands a thousand years ago, they had mostly migrated to other parts of Europe and eventually to America and Canada. Climate-wise, continents like South America and Australia had been impractical because of the constant sun, and a heat (which is how I gave made props to Jill and Adrian for braving the California desert). The royal families that had remained behind in Europe tended to be a bit more uppity and old-fashioned than the North American.

Which was saying something, because sometimes I was convinced it was required to have a stick really far up your ass to be a member of a royal family. Lissa and Christian excluded, of course. And Adrian. Occasionally.

I sighed and tried to stifle a yawn, inching back closer to the wall so I could lean against it. I saw Meghan, another member of Lissa's guardian delegation and my partner for the evening, wink at me and indicate with a slight tilt of her head to look over my shoulder. I shifted slightly to see that 6'7'' of Russian godliness had appeared 2 feet to my right.

"Breaking your own rules, Comrade?" I asked, my voice low enough to not draw attention. "I thought we were trying to stay a respectable distance from each other when we were on the clock."

He was convinced that, at events like these, we were a distraction to each other when we needed to be solely focused on a Moroi charges. Around Court, he had laxed considerably, against his character, and I loved him for it: sometimes, when we were in Lissa and Christian's suite of rooms, it felt like two couples just hanging out rather than two guardians on the clock protecting two of the most important lives in the Moroi world.

But here, at a public event, the rigidity of the training and "They come first" mindset Dimitri had been raised with was in full swing. I loved him and respected him for it, even though it kinda sucked.

Small sacrifice to be together, though.

I saw Dimitri stiffen and pause before he admitted, "I'm...bored."

My jaw fell open and I quickly closed it. Mr. By-the-Book admitting he too was bored at these things was a small miracle.

"Peace is wonderful, but sometimes the quiet is maddening," he continued, taking a step closer to me so our shoulders were pressed together. I glanced up as he looked down at me, a small smirk playing on his lips. "I assume you're feeling the same way."

I turned my head back to focus on Lissa, who was talking to a woman I believed was Camille Conta's aunt as Christian stood behind her, a hand splayed protectively across her lower back. A little stab of envy shot through me at that. I was feeling a lot of things and being this close to my boyfriend and not being able to touch him... I kept my eyes on Lissa, trying to look attentive, as I replied, "We have 25 more minutes of this before Lissa is going to politely excuse herself and blame it on jet leg. She promised."

"Слава Богу," Dimitri said. Thank God.

"What did you used to do at these things?" I asked. I knew he attended quite a few when he was guarding Ivan Zeklos.

"Run battle tactics over and over in my head," he answered. "I'd map the room, note every possible way a Strigoi could get in, and than come up with different scenarios on how to best get everyone out and in."

Of course he did.

"Getting transferred to a school was a blessing," he continued, "because I didn't miss these events."

"Downside of your best friend being the queen, I guess," I said, shifting my weight to my other foot. 20 minutes.

"How have you been occupying yourself?" he asked.

"Doing recon with Meghan, mapping out safety routes, the usual," I replied, than added, "and when that got old fast, I started reminicising about St. Paddy's last year before reprimanding myself to stay focused."

"And what were you remembering about last year?"

In true Rose Hathaway fashion, I answered without thinking, straightforward and bluntly: "Sitting drunk in the chapel while Lissa and Christian had sex in the attic, and trying to avoid thinking about you and me in the compromising positions I was seeing through the bond."

I heard Dimitri choke, clearly not expected that response. He talked just as dirty as I did, but kept it to the privacy of our bedroom; I had no filter.

"I see the infamous Rose Hathaway filter is in working order as usual," he managed to get out. I stole at a glance at him, his jaw locked and his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

"And I see I'm managing to test the infamous Dimitri Belikov control, as usual," I replied cheekily. He kept his gaze straight ahead, but I saw his eyes darken.

"You don't test it, Roza, you obliterate it," he replied, knocking the breath out of my chest.

"You know me, always aim to please," I replied weakly. He turned, meeting my gaze.

"And please you do," he growled out, his voice low. I gulped, the room growing very warm. This conversation was heading in a direction that wasn't really suited to a public forum: the fact that we had yet to have a moment alone in the 5 days we had been on this trip wasn't helping matters.

I turned my attention back to Lissa. "Breaking all the rules tonight, than," I muttered. "I need a drink."

And as if the universe wasn't against me already in the moment, I watched as Lissa turned to greet the man who had suddenly appeared next to the Conta woman she had been addressing. He was partially blocked by Christian, so I only saw a flash of suit before Christian shifted and the figure came into view. I watched Christian's smirk grow in glee, and Lissa turned to find me across the room, her face a mask of worry.

Because Jesse Zeklos was standing 50 years away from an already tense Dimitri Belikov and the chances of all hell breaking lose were skyrocketing.

Oh, shit," I said, feeling Dimitri stiffen at my side. "Comrade, behave. 15 minutes and than we're out of here."

I heard a low growl emit from the back of Dimitri's throat and I had to press back against the wall for support, because him growling was possibly the sexiest thing ever, next to him naked.

"Was he part of your St. Patrick's Day last year?" I heard him ask. First the contact on the clock, than the innuendos in public, now this. I was officially in an alternate universe. Or I had just become an expert at cracking the Zen Master's perfectly practiced control.

I saw Meghan looking over at the pair of us quizzically; I gave her a tight smile assuring her everything was fine before replying, "Please. Jesse couldn't go near me after you basically threatened to kill him."

"I should have, the way he was touching you."

"I wasn't yours yet. No harm, no foul."

He inched closer and breathed into my ear, "Well I certainly remedied that. About this time last year, no?"

He was trying to kill me.

But two could play at this came, and I was always a sore loser.

"Last year," I began, "I goaded Lissa into buying a handle of vanilla Smirnoff off of Abby Badica, we both got epically smashed, extremely horny, and only one of us had someone to help us deal with it." I saw Lissa motioning me over and leaned into deliver the punch line before making my way to her side. "Your hands are far better at taking care of me than mine, Comrade."

I had basically just created a ticking Russian time bomb.

I smiled politely as I was introduced to Leanna Conta and gave a small nod to Jesse, who eyed me appreciatively before I moved shifted, allowing him a clear view of Dimitri. His eyes widened in fear.

"Is there something I can help you with, Your Majesty?" I asked formally, as I was trained to do so when addressing Lissa in a public forum. She hated it.

"I find myself growing tired, what with the time change and all," she said, Leanna nodding understandingly. "If you could let Guardian Mathers know, I'd like to begin to make my way back to the hotel."

"The invitation did say 7 to 11, so I'm sure your father won't mind," Christian added, directing the comment toward Leanna, who shook her head earnestly and excused herself to go inform her father of the Queen's departure, dragging Jesse along with her.

"Dimitri looks like he's about to explode," Christian said, low enough that only Lissa and I could hear. After being together as a guardian/Moroi pair for close to seven months, he was beginning to read Dimitri as well as I could. "What did you do, Rose?"

I glared at Christian. "You've spent more time with him in the last five days than I have, Sparky, maybe you're the one setting him off."

Lissa squeezed my arm and said apologetically, "Oh, Rose, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize it'd been that long-"

"Lis, it's fine, this is our job, something's gotta give now and than," I said, trying to sooth her guilt. "You've been busy, you've been out a lot, we're in a city, security gets tighter, it's fine."

She bit her lip and nodded. "Still, though. I'm terribly sorry about that, it's not fair to you guys when Christian and I-"

"Guardian verses queen, Your Majesty," I reminded with a smirk. She glowered at the title.

"You know I hate the 'M' word," she said, before her eyes brightened with what I knew was an idea. "You know what, go. Tell Mathers I'm ready to leave, but you and Dimitri go."

"Wait, what?"

"Meghan is here, and the rest of the team is outside. You've been with me nonstop the past 5 days, no one will begrudge you if you take the rest of the night off.

"They will when they know it's to go bone Belikov," Christian added, earning him an elbow to the chest from Lissa.

"I'd quit while your ahead or Her Royal Highness here is going to make you sleep on the couch tonight," I shot back. Lissa rolled her eyes at the two of us; our repartee never got old.

I turned back to Lissa. I knew I should fight her on this, as a good guardian, but the selfish part of me missed Dimitri and the hormonal part of me wanted to get back to the hotel and physicalize the verbal foreplay we'd already started.

"Are you sure?" I asked. The earnest smile on my best friend's face erased any feelings of guardian guilt about leaving my charge.

"Go," she said. "Plus, I kind of owe you after last St. Paddy's Day, huh."

I looked pointedly at Christian as I drolly replied, "Knowing about Christian Ozera's kinky side was never on my bucket list."

Lissa blushed deeply as Christian smirked and wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing a kiss to her temple before saying, "Now you get to go play with Belikov's. Get outta here already."

I was oh-so-tempted to flip him off but thought better of it; I was finally in good standing with the Guardian council, no need to ruin that streak.

I squeezed Lissa's hand before bounding off to find Mathers, the captain of the Queen's guard, to report out. I waved to Meghan, who gave me a conspiratorial wink, before grabbing Dimitri's hand and making a beeline for the back exit.

"Roza, what-" He stopped, nearly yanking my arm out of my socket as his dead weight pulled against mine. I pointed over his shoulder and Dimitri turned to see Christian giving him a thumbs up. I bounced impatiently on my feet.

"The boss cleared you. Mathers cleared me. They're safe. Can we go now?" I pleaded. Dimitri turned back to me, still confused. "I sprung us. Well, Lissa took pity on us. We're off the clock. We have alone time. Why are we still here."

The Contas lived in South Kensington, where our hotel also was (Moroi run, of course), a great part of London I'd love to have had time to explore if we hadn't been visiting every noted royal and academy within a 100 mile radius over the past couple days. The nightlife looked great, too, music coming from pubs as we walked by, but I was so focused on getting back to the hotel I didn't really have the time to take it all in. Maybe another day.

We blazed through the lobby, the human staff giving us bizarre looks (I was so accustomed to the sight of a 6'7'' Russian in a leather duster that I forgot how absurd it could look), and I pressed the elevator button multiple times before dragging Dimitri inside when it arrived. I pressed the button for the 16th floor before wrapping my arms around my boyfriend's next and dragging him down to press my lips against is. I felt his arms wrap around my waist as he returned the kiss.

I pulled back to press my forehead against his, breathing in is familiar scent and taking comfort in being back in his arms.

"I've missed you," I said softly, twining my fingers through his hair. "I kind of really hate when work takes over. Lissa says sorry, by the way. She felt bad when she realized we hadn't had off."

"It's been longer," Dimitri reminded. "But it was harder this time, having you right there and not being able to do this whenever I wanted."

His mouth came down on mine again, his tongue ghosting over my lips as I opened my mouth to him. I arched up onto my toes, pressing his body closer to mine, the need to feel him becoming overwhelming.

And than the elevator dinged.

Within seconds I was swung up in Dimitri's arms, mouths still pressed together, as he stormed out of the elevator and down the hall to our room adjoining the master suite Lissa and Christian shared. I pulled away long enough to fumble for the key card in the pocket of my blazer, unlocking the door and pushing it open. Dimitri kicked it closed behind him and I slid the deadlock into place.

I threw my arms back around his shoulders and slid down his body out of his arms, every inch of us touching. He moaned into my mouth.

"This time last year, I was about two seconds away from walking over to your dorm and saying to hell with it," I said. "I'm surprised I didn't. Drunk Rose is even more impulsive than sober Rose."

Dimitri bent down to press a kiss to my neck and began unbuttoning the front of my blouse as he replied, "That would have had some very dangerous consequences."

I laughed as he pushed my shirt and blazer off my shoulders, his eyes darkening as he took in the green lace bra I wore.

"Now that's not exactly uniform, Guardian Hathaway," he murmured, running his fingers up my arm, causing me to shiver.

"Oh you know," I said, stepping away from him and stepping out of my pants, revealing the matching panties. "I was festive."

And that was when my boyfriend dropped to his knees, peeled my underwear off with his teeth, and fucked me with his tongue against our hotel room door.

When I came down from my orgasm, shaking and seeing stars, Dimitri stood up, a small smile on his face.

"You," I panted, "have far too many clothes on." I pushed him backwards until his knees met the bed and he fell back. I stood between his knees, wearing only my bra, and in a frenzy worked his belt and pants open as he practically tore his shirt off. He lifted himself up and I pulled his pants and briefs down his hips, drinking him in. No matter how many times I saw it, the sight of Dimitri Belikov naked and at the ready never failed to be the sexiest thing. I ran my fingers down his stomach before kneeling in front of him, feeling him shiver in anticipation.

"My turn," I whispered with a wink before taking him in my mouth. His head went back with a moan and I felt his hand wind into my hair, holding me to him. I worked him, taking him fully to the back of my throat, his hand tightening its grip in my hair.

"Roza," he gasped out. "Stop." I pulled back, and looked up at him quizzically; I than shrieked as I found myself up off the floor and on my back on the bed before I could even blink.

"Much as I love that mouth of yours," Dimitri said, his hands brushing gently under my breasts, "it's more fun to finish inside of you." Without warning, he slid inside of me as his mouth closed around my right breast and I cried out in pleasure at the sensations. He ran his hands up my legs, hitching my thighs up to my sides, the new angle bringing him in deeper and we both moaned.

It wasn't slow and lazy sex- it was a quick pace, a frenzy, and when he reached down to tease me with his fingers I went over the edge quickly, wrapping my legs around his waist until he did as well.

He collapsed on top of me, his weight comforting. He pushed himself up on his elbows, looking down at me.

"Ну ебать," I said, brushing his hair out of his eyes before reaching up to kiss him. Well fuck.

Dimitri laughed and smiled that gorgeous smile that I secretly thought he reserved only for me, latching an arm around my waist and rolling over to his back, bringing me with him. He bent an arm behind his head for support to look down at me as I rested my chin on his chest.

"I should have never taught you to swear in Russian," he said.

"Oh, you know it turns you on," I teased, and he shrugged good-naturedly, denying nothing.

"Anything you do tends to," he pointed out, his free hand toying with the ends of my hair. I traced the outline of his pectoral muscle and we sat in silence, just holding each other.

"So sometimes I miss the days of getting epically trashed in high school," I said a moment later. "But than there's nights like this when I get to come home and have amazing sex with my extremely hot boyfriend."

Dimitri looked down at me with a smile and I felt a hum of agreement rumble through his chest. "Well, I for one don't miss the days where you were in high school and I was beating myself up constantly for having inappropriate thoughts and feelings for my technically illegal student."

"Didn't exactly stop us the first," I bemused and his hand that had been resting on my waist smacked by butt playfully. I jumped and giggled while I curled into his side. He moved the comforter from underneath our bodies to pull it over.

"Well, it's certainly more fun now that you're eighteen and I'm no longer an evil creature of the night," he countered, pressing a light kiss to my lips.

"Yea, that's a major perk. And I have yet to take advantage of the fact I'm legal to drink here. Think we could convince Lissa to head to a pub before we leave? And also, I'm almost nineteen."

"Hmm, I know," Dimitri said. "Another year til there's a 2 in front of your age."

Oh, shit.

If you've read homecoming, you get the ending;) Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it, and if you're on the East Coast snowed in like me, stay warm!

xx Bells