I'm sorry I haven't added in a while. I'll probably have a schedule to when I'll post new chapters so you all will be more aware. So here is chapter seven! Please read until end. Please review! Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER:

Adrian: Do I have to?

Me: For me? *pouts*

Adrian: Fine. Meg does not own VA. It all belongs to Richelle Mead. Joy.

Me: *rolls eyes* Come on Adrian. Be more peppy.

Adrian: *valley-girl voice* Like, Meg does not own, like Vampire Academy because it belongs to the totally awesome Richelle Mead. Hooray! Better?

Me: Very.

I stopped kissing him as he threw me on the bed.

"Hold on.", I muttered as I got up and rushed to the bathroom.

I didn't have to time to take in his confused expression.

I locked the door behind me and opened the little slide cabinet bellow the sink. It had all my pieces of lingerie in it.

I pulled out my favorite blue and black piece that Dimitri had not seen before.

It had a silk, royal blue bra that finished about mid-breast with two pieces of black cloth hanging from it, separated by a matching blue ribbon. It came with a thong outlined in black.

I quickly put the pieces on and covered them up with a silk black robe, not bothering to tie it together.

I put down my hair so it came free from the messy ponytail I had put it in this morning.

Then, ever so slightly, I pushed open the door and discovered Dimitri lying on the bed patiently.

I enjoyed his reaction.

His eyes widened at the sight of my semi-naked body.

I smirked, walked over to him, and straddled his lap. "See anything you like?", I repeated my famous line.

He put his hands on my waist. "I always like what I see."

Then, he ever so slowly, slipped the robe of my shoulders and kissed me.

I didn't care we were going at a slow pace. I just thought it made it more romantic.

It saved some time that he wasn't wearing a shirt.

I placed my hands on his stomach and gently massaged it.

He lowered his lips down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses in its place.

I moaned as he put his arms around me and unlatched the hook of my top. I felt the fabric fall around me and the air tingle on my chest.

He slowly laid my down on the bed and kissed the plain in between my breasts.

I suppressed yet another moan and clutched his head closer to me. My hand traveled to his member and unzipped his jeans.

Seconds later, both his jeans and boxers were lying on the floor. And the only thing that was keeping us from being one, was the little piece of fabric I was wearing on my entrance.

I eagerly let him slide the stupid thing off. I grinded my hips against him.

He groaned. "Ro—Roza."

He flipped us over until he was on top of me. Then, he plunged into me.

I let out a small yelp as the pain came and slowly faded again. My body filled with pleasure and desire.

We continued that until I felt my body wanted something more. Something more dangerous.

"Faster, Dimitri! FASTER!"

He obeyed.

I practically screamed as he increased the speed several times.

It hurt so badly.

He must have noticed me wince when he stopped. "Roza? Are you okay? I could stop if—"

I shook my head. "No! Keep going!"

I moaned as he entered me repeatedly.

He calmed my anxious yelps by crushing his lips to mine and saying soothing words to me in Russian.

When we were finished, I lay down on his chest, his arms still wrapped around me. "I love you, Roza."

I leaned my head against his chest. "I love you too, Dimitri."

We lay there to what seemed like forever when someone knocked on the door.

"Who is it?", Dimitri called.

"Viktoria! Let me in!"

We both sighed at the same time. What was she doing back home so early? Didn't she just leave?

I put my robe back on and threw the lingerie into the bathroom.

There was a mirror by the closet so I took a peak at how badly I looked while Dimitri put his clothes on.

My cheeks were flushed with sex and my hair was tangled and knotted. I found one of my scrunches on the ground and tied my hair back into a ponytail.

Dimitri fixed his hair, checked to see if I was ready, and opened the door.

Viktoria ran in, not noticing me. "Is Rose okay? I heard screaming."

I peaked out from behind the door and smiled. "I'm fine."

Viktoria gave me a confused look. "But…I swore the screaming came from you…" She looked closer and discovered my pink cheeks explosion.

I swore I heard a click in her brain as she put the pieces together.

"Ohhhh! You two were…you know."

I blushed as she took in the sheets of the bed all messy and pillows thrown to the side.

"What are you doing here?", Dimitri asked, trying to change the subject. "I thought you were with Nikolai?"

Viktoria leaned against the doorframe casually and looked at her watch. "That was a couple of hours ago, Dimitri."

Dimitri and I looked at each other? How many hours had past? I looked up at the clock and blushed. Four hours of complete lust.

Viktoria whistled. "I also came here because Mama wanted to tell you two something."

Dimitri brushed a hand through his hair. "What?"

Viktoria shrugged. "I don't know." With that note, she retreated to his room.

I looked at Dimitri as he took my hand and led me downstairs.

Olena was seated on the couch with a cup of coffee on the coffee-table. I sat on the loveseat again as Dimitri followed along.

"What's wrong Mama?", he questioned.

I expected her to say something serious. But instead, she had an ear-to-ear grin on her face.

"One of your old friends is coming to stay here, Dimka."

Dimitri tilted his head. "Who?"

I looked at Olena.

"Natasha Ozera."

My mouth hung open. Tasha was staying here. Oh boy.

Olena spoke again. "Yes, you remember her right? You haven't seen her ever since, I presume."

Dimitri shook his head politely. "I have actually. She visited the Academy so Rose has met her, too."

Olena's eyes brightened and looked at me. "You have! I'm sure you two will spend a lot of time together then."

I looked down murmured, "Sure."

Dimitri placed a hand on my thigh and gave it a little squeeze. "So when is she arriving?"

"In a couple of hours. She's staying in the guest room next to yours, if you don't mind."

Dimitri met my eyes. "No we don't mind, do we?"

I was burning with anger. The room that was next to ours. I couldn't imagine the things she would do with Dimitri. "Nope. I'll be just fine with that", I said through clenched teeth.

Olena gave us a warm smile and stood up. "Okay, I'm expecting you two to welcome her because I have to go to the grocery store."

I nodded my head wearily. This was going to be a surprising day.

Olena grabbed her coffee mug and headed outside.

Dimitri and I were silent for a long time. He was the one to break the silence. "Roza, please behave while Tasha's here. We don't want to start a catfight."

I tsked. "Of course not," I lied.

He tilted his head. "You're a terrible liar, you know."

I rolled my eyes.

Dimitri circled an arm around my waist. "Please?"

I smirked and stroked his chest. "Why? I like catfights. And we all know who'd win."

He sighed. "Please, Roza? For me?"

I leaned my head against the couch and closed my eyes. Should I? I stayed like that for a minute, thinking. Dimitri did choose me over her, so there was no trouble, was there?

"Fine", I gave in.

He smiled. "Tasha and I are just friends. We both know she wants something more but my heart will always belong to you."

I let out a small smile. Those very words affected me so much.

Suddenly, my stomach grumbled.

Dimitri laughed and I smacked him playfully. "What? I can't be hungry after sex?"

He shook his head with a grin still on his face. "Nope. Come on, I'll cook you something I loved when I was younger."

I tilted my head as he led me to the kitchen and motioned for me to sit on one of the wooden chairs. "You can cook, comrade?"

He lifted one eyebrow. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

I cracked a wild grin. "I'm not that surprised. When I went to Russia before, you Mom told me about—"

He interrupted me with wide eyes and a shocked expression. "She told you about what?"

I smirked. "Told me about the time you had a bread crisis and your Mom told you to make your own bread."

I laughed about just thing of that.

He softened up. "Oh."

"So where's your apron? Don't want to get your nice clothes dirty", I teased.

He opened a cabinet and brought out some flour. "Haha. Very funny."

It only took an hour for the bread to bake. I didn't think he could actually do it, but he did. The scent of freshly baked bread filled the air as well as make my mouth water.

"Here, try some", he said, placing the trey in front of me and sitting in the opposite chair.

I ripped a little piece off and chucked it into my mouth. It burned inside my mouth and danced across my taste-buds. I had to admit, it was even better then Olena's.

I could tell Dimitri enjoyed the look on my face when I took in the rich flavor. "I'd like to see you make this.", he said smugly.

I swallowed the piece. "I would, but I can't. Rose Hathaway does not cook. She depends on other people to cook for her."

"You can cook. I know that as a fact."

My eyes widened. How could he possibly know that? "How can you make sure?", I asked.

It was his time to smirk. "Guardian secrets."

I ripped another piece of bread off the trey. "Who told you.", I demanded.

He took the piece from my hand and plopped it into his mouth. "Nobody."

I furrowed my eyebrows in frustration. Me cooking was supposed to be a secret that only a few people knew. "Just tell me who so I could kick that person's ass. And if you don't, I'll kick your ass." Like I could actually do that.

He raised his eyebrows. "I'd like to see you try."

I gripped the table's edge. "Tell me."

"Christian."

Wait, Christian? He didn't even know I cooked. The last time I cooked was two years—Lissa. Oh, Lissa was going to get it now. But Christian was going to get it more for telling Dimitri.

I think you're wondering why I would make such a big deal about not wanting people to know that I cooked. Well, it's simple. Cooking takes work. Work takes effort. Effort takes time. Time makes me lazy. Therefore, I hated cooking.

"Oh, fire boy's gonna get it now."

We started talking about his family and other stuff as the time passed by. The bread on the trey in no time, disappeared, mostly consumed by Dimitri.

My thoughts about Tasha was forgotten the whole conversation until the doorbell rang.

The witch had arrived.