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He was sitting in one of the last benches in the class, deeply engrossed in his western novel. It was one of his favorite scenes going on. The protagonist was about to make love to his woman.
He had waited so long for this. It's been so long since he touched her beautiful and soft skin, So long since he kissed her cherry lips, So long since he claimed her as his.
But now here, she lay beneath him discarded of all her modesty savoring his each kiss, moaning and groaning her wishes, he couldn't help but think all of this had been worth it. All of this had been worth HER.
"I missed you so much," she whispered between her moans of pleasure, placing kisses of her own in his naked chest.
"I missed you too," he said breathless.
"I thought you forgot me. That you had left me! I was scared I wasn't enough for you. That I'll never see you again," she said, her voice filled with emotions she was afraid to say out loud.
He stopped mid kiss and sat up to stare at her. This beautiful creature, for which he could sacrifice his entire being, was afraid that she was not enough for him. How much more ludicrous it could get now? She sat up too scared that she'd done something wrong.
He took her face in both his hand, looking directly in her eyes,
"You are everything to me, Zenya, never for a second doubt my love for you. I could fight the world for you," he kissed both her eyes gently peppering kisses all over her face.
"Make me yours Peter," she moaned.
He needed no more encouragement. He had been waiting for this very moment and wasn't going to ruin it with unnecessary words. They both loved each other. They both wanted this.
So in one swift motion, he plunged inside her, claiming her as his…
"Can I sit here?"
He jumped off his chair as the sudden voiceinterrupted his reading. He was so engrossed in his books that he didn't even notice her come and stand in front of him. How could he miss the strong smell of her perfume?
He sat there frozen staring at her, his mind going back and forth between reality and the fiction of his book. All he could think about while reading his book was her. How would it feel like to claim Rose like the protagonist of his paperback did? How would feel to taste her lips, her skin, to mark her as his, to take her in a way nobody had done before?
But alas! Reality bites. Clearing his head of the sex-induced haze partly because of the novel and the rest because of the sexy temptress standing before him, he came back to his senses pondering upon something she had said.
"Come again?" he gulped.
She looked at him like he was the craziest person in this earth and was being creeped out. Great Dimitri! What a perfect first impression!
"I asked can I sit here?" she enunciated clearly.
He suddenly felt giddy of the idea that she wanted to sit next to him. Maybe she liked him too, but a quick scan of the classroom brought him to the conclusion that it was the only seat available. He sighed internally, but perked up again. Maybe he could use this opportunity to talk to her for the first time?
"Of course, please," he said removing his bag pack from the said seat, making place for her.
"Thanks," she muttered quietly.
"I…,"he started but was soon cut off by the arrival of the infamous Guardian Stan Alto.
He looked around the class in disdain and kept his nasty expression plastered in his face. That was, until his eyes fell on the girl beside her. It changed into the expression of pure hatred and annoyance. But lucky for…he didn't know who, he kept his mouth shut.
If Rose was fazed by his spontaneous reaction on the sight of her, she didn't show it. Rather, she just slumped into her seat with her trademark bored expression and started doodling with her pencil in the back of her notebook. All the while, he observed that she was somewhat stiff. Did his presence did this to her? Did he make her uncomfortable? Well, there was only one way to find out…
"I don't think we've been introduced before, I am Dimitri Belikov," he said holding his hand out.
She turned around to look at him incredulously, "I know who you are..!," she said, but her voice devoid of any emotion.
His face fell. But a second later, a small hand occupied his big ones as she said, "Rose Hathaway." She managed a small smile this time.
The moment her hand came in contact with his, he felt a small tingle, like a faint buzz run through his hands and spread in his entire body. He felt warm all over. He dared look up at her and judging by her expression, he knew she felt it too. Lingering a little longer than necessary, both their hands reluctantly returned to their own sides.
He stole a glance at her to see something he had never seen before. Her cheeks had a faint red tinge to it. Was she blushing?
No shit Sherlock! His mind screamed at him. A sudden surge of pride and happiness coursed through him on his ability to elicit such a reaction from her. He knew Rose as the headstrong, impulsive girl who never took shit from anyone and would kick anybody's ass in two seconds if they pissed her off. He'd seen it himself so many times in the whole school year, both inside and outside the gym.
But seeing her entertaining a blush from a simple handshake did good things to his ego. Maybe there's a chance for him after all!
With his newfound courage and the desire for another reaction from the beauty beside him, he started again,
"Ros..," but was cut off by the Satan incarnate.
"Lord Belikov! Is it being hard for you to concentrate? Should I move your seat?" Stan snarled throwing daggers at the him.
"No sir, I'm good. I like this seat and the company, very much thank you," he retorted with his famous playboy smirk. What? He only has a soft for Rose. Nobody could talk down to him!
Rose's head snapped towards him so hard that he was afraid she'd get a whiplash. Stan growled a little but kept quiet, continuing with his lesson.
She couldn't believe he said that! Liking his seat very much? How can you get more obvious! She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She opened and closed her mouth like a gaping fish, cursing her witty mind for going on a vacation when she needed it the most.
"You wanna say something?" he asked. His eyes alit with amusement.
"Why did you say that?" she whisper-yelled with her eyes wide.
This time a full smile graced his lips making his handsome face much more appealing. If she wasn't so damn embarrassed, she'd definitely swoon over the smile he gave her. She couldn't believe the man!
In just a small two line conversation and a simple touch of his hand, He'd managed to make her blush. Make Rose Hathaway BLUSH! And trust it, that it's not an easy job. She hated her body reactions to his close proximity, his amazing aftershave washing her senses and lulling her into deep sense of tranquility. And to top all of it, he was saying things making her heart beat faster.
"What did I say what?" he asked with a cheeky smile.
"You know what! And don't try to be smart with me," she whispered angrily.
If there would have been any other person, he would have gulped down a thousand times now under her deadly gaze, but this person just smiled bigger, unfazed.
"I said the truth, sweetheart," he said with an added wink. His playboy side was coming out.
She knew that she should feel disgusted and should sock him by now, but she didn't. Yes, of course she felt annoyed by his light flirting, but it didn't creep her out like any other's words would. Say, Jesse Zecklos.
But she had to maintain an angry façade, therefore with the most annoyed expression she could form, she spat out,
"Don't call me sweetheart!"
She expected him to stop smiling or to give an angry retort, she even expected him to snap at her saying 'who the hell she thinks she is?'. She was ready for each one of them. What she wasn't ready was for him to bark out a laugh and sling his arm around her, pulling her close by his side. He bent down and whispered in her ear,
"Well, why not? Aren't you sweet, sugar? Let me have a taste?"
His breath on her face sent shivers down her spine and her heartbeat sped thirty times. Goosebumps rose in her entire body and the naked upper arms where he had clutched her, felt like on fire. Suddenly the simple task of breathing appeared to be tough. Her breathing came in ragged gasps as she looked at him dumbfounded.
His smug smirk broke her out of her gaping trance and she pushed his hand back and glared at him. She'd been played! His smug look confirmed it. But why did his eyes reflected hurt when she pushed her back? Could it be…?
NO!
He's a royal moroi asshole. Remember that! He couldn't have feelings for you. His target is to get into your pants and treat you like his blood whore, so he could brag about it the next day! He's nothing but a jerk! A jerk like all the royals around here!
"Keep your fucking hand to yourself, or I swear you'd be able to use it no more," she snarled, disgusted at her for reacting to his touches and innuendos earlier.
His eyes showed more hurt and she suddenly wanted to take it back. But too late for that! They'd already managed to get the attention of the whole class. Everyone was staring at them with undisguised curiosity and excitement. Guess there was at least something interesting in Stan's class. What could be more exciting than the gossip of a royal playboy being bitch slapped by the troublemaker of the year?
She felt anger course through her again.
"What?" she yelled at the students staring at her. They hurriedly averted their eyes back to their textbooks murmuring and giggling. She looked up to see Stan's face red with anger.
He hated being interrupted in the class. But they had managed to piss him off twice! He was seething and if anyone observed closely they'd be able to see fumes coming out of his nose and ears.
"Hathaway! Belikov! Out of my class!" he screamed "NOW!"
He was panting now, outraged at their behavior.
Rose gave a death glare at Stan and then fixed her eyes on Dimitri. After all, this was all his doing. If looks could kill, he'd be dead by now!
"Fuck you!" she screamed at his face. He was taken aback by the tone of her voice and physically recoiled in his seat. Not so daring now, are we comrade? She thought.
With one last look of disdain with hatred and annoyance, she picked up her books and bag pack, kicking the chair in the process. She screamed an "aaahhh!" again and stormed out of the classroom in rage.
As she was nearing the exit, Stan called her out again. " Hathaway and Belikov! Detention for a week! Meet me after the school gets over!"
She let out a frustrated groan and continued her march outside the classroom. Once she was outside the confines, in the open air, she took a deep breath to calm herself. It was almost revolting how much he got on her nerves. And the little crush she had over him, made the matters worse.
Taking few more breaths to compose herself, she tried to clear her head. Looks like a trip to gym was in order!
Just as she approached the doors, she heard a voice call out to her, she didn't think, she'd hear anytime soon,
"ROSE!"
DUN! DUN! DUN!
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