Chapter 17: Just One Night
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy. Sadly Dimitri and Adrian belong to Richelle Mead.
And here it is! The reunion we've all been waiting for.
Once again Dimitri and I were alone in his room. He came over to me and put his arms around me tightly.
"I am never letting you out of my sight again Roza." He murmured kissing the top of my hair.
It was at this point that I became aware that it had been nearly a week since I'd had a shower.
I pulled myself out of his grasp.
"What?" he asked.
" Is there anyway I could get a shower?"
His face broke into a wide grin. "Are you sure you can manage in there alone?"
My face paled at the thought of him in the shower with me. A part of me would enjoy it, but we were in his mother's house for the love of God why would he say that. He knew it would get me all worked up.
"I'm just kidding Roza." He said with a laugh. "I will get you some towels."
I followed him out the door and down the hallway. The bathroom was a decent size and had a very large tub.
"Would you like me to pour you a bath?" he asked.
Was he seriously trying to kill me here?
"Uh no I think I can take it from here." I said.
He turned and left closing the door behind him. I let out a sign of relief. "Dear Lord the things that man does to me." I thought.
I turned on the shower and stood under the hot water. It felt wonderful beating down hard on my back. I used the shampoo or what I thought was shampoo because for the life of me I couldn't read the foreign label. It smelled nice so I guess that is all that mattered.
I washed the dried blood out of my hair, the rest of the debris from the caves and what seemed like endless amounts of dirt. I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of showering before now. I guess I was a little overwhelmed with everything. I should get a haircut when I get back. Having waist length hair was not ideal for battling Strigoi. I knew Dimitri told me he preferred it long, but maybe I could get away with shoulder length or something because this was ridiculous.
I lingered under the spray until the water had long gone cold. I wrapped myself in the large white towel that Dimitri had laid out for me. It was then I realized I hadn't brought a change of clothing in with me.
Oh well I'd have to make a run for it. I opened the bathroom door slowly and peeked outside to see if there was anyone in the hallway. It was dark and everything was quiet. Everyone must be asleep. I darted out the door and down to our room. I opened the door and quietly closed it behind me in case Dimitri was asleep. The room was empty. Maybe he'd decided to sleep somewhere else. My heart sank. I was looking forward to spending tonight in his arms. We were heading back to the Academy tomorrow afternoon and since we weren't allowed to go public with our relationship so tonight would be our only night together.
I saw Dimitri's travel bag sitting in the corner and since I didn't have anything to wear to bed I rifled through his bag until I found one of his undershirts. It was white and as I slipped it on I could smell the magnificent scent of his aftershave. It was intoxicating. The shirt came down to my knees. I thought about trying to find some underwear, but I was in no mood to interrupt Lissa and Christian in Viktoria's room so I grabbed a pair of his boxers and of course they were way to big so I had to roll them four times to get them to stay on my hips.
I climbed underneath the covers and lay my head against the pillow. I was tired, but I couldn't sleep. After a few minutes of tossing and turning I turned on the lamp and got out of bed. I went over to the bookcase and took out a book at random. I cursed out loud it was in Russian. Most of them were. I scanned the rest of the bookcase and found a few that were in English. I sat down in the arm chair curled my legs underneath me, pulled the blanket over me and began to read. I had only gotten to the second chapter and boy was it boring when I heard the doorknob turn.
I expected it to be Dimitri, but was surprised to see a very elderly woman. She said something quickly to me in Russian. This must be Dimitri's grandmother I thought.
" I'm Yeva." The woman said in English as she came over to me closing the door behind her.
"You are the girl that Dimka is involved with yes?" she asked.
Ah so she does speak English. I thought. "Yes." I said.
"I can see that you two are made to be together your souls are kindred."
She looked at me closely like she was studying me. "You are marked with death." She stated.
"What?" I asked in shock. "I can see it. You are dead." She said.
"The shadows are all around you. Don't you see them?"
I knew what she meant now. She was referring to me being shadow kissed.
"Yes I see them." I said. "I have learned to control it."
"I see. You are different." She continued. I didn't know where she was going with this.
"They tried to turn you, but they couldn't."
I gasped. How did she know that. I didn't even tell Dimitri about that. No one knew.
"How did you.." I stammered.
"It's not important. You will accomplish great things. You and Dimka will make way for changes yet to come. The gift you will bring to him will challenge everything our world has ever known." She said and then as quickly as she came in she left.
I was more or less confused, but relieved that she was gone. Dimitri says she sees things. I wanted to know what she meant by the gift I will bring him. What gift was I going to bring him?
"Rose?" Dimitri said coming over to me. I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice when he came into the room.
"Hey Comrade." I said I thought you'd gone to bed.
"Why would you say that?" he asked.
I shrugged. "I just went to make you some hot chocolate." He said holding out a steaming mug to me.
"Were you reading one of my novels?" he asked with a smirk.
I took the mug from his hands. "Don't get your panties in a bunch Comrade. I didn't enjoy it." I said with a snicker.
He raised his eyebrow at me. "Panties?" he asked.
He sat on the edge of the bed and I remained in the armchair. We drank in silence. It was comfortable. With him it always was. We knew each other inside and out and it just felt right being near him.
"Dimitri what does kindred mean?" I asked.
He looked at me puzzled as to why I would ask a foreigner the definition of an English word.
"It means having a natural connection, sharing the same beliefs and attitudes towards something." He said. "Why do you ask me that?"
"No reason." I lied looking down into my almost empty cup.
"Roza." He said rising from the bed. He set his cup down on the night stand and he took mine and placed it there as well.
"Okay someone told me that you and I were kindred spirits." I said.
"Babuska." He grumbled under his breath.
"When was she here. What did she say to you?" he asked.
"Nothing just that she thought we were kindred spirits and some other crap about how we were going to change the world or something." I mumbled definitely leaving out the part about death and the Strigoi and whatever gift she was talking about.
"Don't mind her she's a little eccentric. She didn't frighten you did she?" he asked concerned.
"She's definitely eccentric I'll give her that." I said.
"Do you believe what she said?" I asked.
"About us being kindred spirits I mean."
"Of course." He said easily. He scooped me up into his arms and brought me over to the bed. He lay me down and hovered over me for a second.
"Don't you?" he asked.
I nodded at a loss for words as I gazed into his mesmerizing brown eyes.
He closed the gap between us slowly and then I felt a tingle as his lips found mine.
The kiss was soft, but said everything that needed to be said between us. He lay next to me holding me pressed against his body while he continued the kiss. It was deep and slow and I could feel the love pouring from him into me. I could feel my heart beating wildly as his hands softly caressed my face and my neck.
He was fighting hard to keep himself in check. I could tell. I wanted him so bad it hurt.
"It's okay to lose control Comrade." I whispered in his ear. His eyes met mine briefly and then he let go. His mouth moved hungrily over mine and his hands traveled the length of my body. He positioned himself so that he was kneeling over me.
"God Roza you look so sexy in my clothes." He breathed raggedly.
"I look even sexier with them off." I teased. And before I knew what was happening he put one hand underneath my thighs and held me against his body and with the other hand he lifted the t-shirt over my head and threw it to the ground. He managed to remove my shorts and his clothing effortlessly before laying me gently against the pillows on his bed.
His eyes raked over my exposed flesh. I could see the desire and love he felt for me.
"Touch me." I begged. And he did. His hands lit a trail of fire from the inside of my thighs to my hips and then upwards as he caressed my full breasts.
"You're my everything Roza." He whispered.
"And you're mine." I replied.
"Are you sure your okay to do this?" he asked. "We don't have to."
"I'm more than okay." I Said.
I tensed slightly as he entered me. This was only the second time I'd ever been with a man and I was still a little overwhelmed by the sensation.
He took it slow as I adjusted to accomadate him.
Our love making was beautiful. He was so gentle and tender with me, yet at the same time passionate and fiery.
When it was over he lay with me nestled against his warm body with his arms wrapped tightly around me. He pressed his lips to the back of my neck before I fell into unconsciousness.
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