Okay, so here's a quick drabble - it ends in a cliffy because I didn't have time to finish it (oops) Damned GCSEs start tomorrow.

Anyways...enjoy~!

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Drabble: Are You Kidding Me?!

RPOV

I had been sleeping peacefully, dreaming about being wrapped up in Dimitri's embrace when I was awoken by soft, feather like kisses being placed across my naked shoulder and my neck, after I felt my hair being pushed out of the way.

In a sense, I was pissed that someone had bothered waking me up when for the first time in three weeks, I had slept peacefully. Yet, at the same time, they comforted and relieved me as I felt the fire shoot through my veins and the tell tale aftershave hit my nostrils.

Dimitri was back!

But, I pretended to be asleep, which, trust me, is not easy when every nerve in your body feels like it's being set on fire, after being doused with gasoline – or hey, maybe even Russian Vodka; I mean, that stuff tastes like Rocket Fuel – so, double the effect.

I didn't have to pretend for long, though. Because not a few seconds later, I felt the bed dip slightly more, as I felt him shift and then felt his hot breath on my ear, followed by his accented voice;

"I know you're awake, Roza."

I simply smile,

"No, I'm not." I say, still not opening my eyes.

"Roza," Dimitri draws out my name, making it sound oddly alluring and whiny at the same time.

I let out a chuckle and shake my head, still not opening my eyes. I did, however, turn over and move a little closer, so I was cradled in his warmth.

In trying to move my arms, in an effort to snuggle even closer, my elbow came into contact with Dimitri's abdomen and he let out a low hiss as I felt his muscles tense and he moved a little further from me.

Hearing Dimitri's hiss of pain was enough for me to snap my eyes open. I look at him with concern clouded eyes,

"Dimitri? Are you okay? What's wrong? Shit, I'm so sorry. I –"

He cut me off; gritting his teeth, he ground out the words,

"I'm fine, Roza."

He even managed to muster up a smile, but I could see the underlying pain in his eyes and I also didn't miss how he was clutching the left side of his abdomen, under the covers – like I wouldn't notice?

I scoffed, "Don't lie to me, Belikov."

I can't even believe he had the nerve to pull that – He knows I can read him just as well as he can me.

After a few moments of Dimitri trying to reassure me, ignoring my protests, I got pissed and yanked the sheets off of the both of us and before he could comprehend what I was doing, I pulled up his T-shirt.

Why was he even wearing a T-shirt to bed in the first place? He usually wears Pajama bottoms, period.

As I pulled up his shirt to expose his skin, I was not prepared for what I saw, and to be honest I wish I didn't see it.

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