So, here's the next chapter. Thank you for the reviews. I wanted to ask if anyone reading the story has an idea of Dimitri's element? Review me you best guesses and I'll give the correct one a sneak – peak of the next chapter.
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"Hey baby!" Lissa jumped into her boyfriend's arms as soon as she entered the church attic and caught him in a hard kiss. Christian seemed to momentarily forget the situation as he wrapped his arms around her beautiful body and kissed her back like they were hungry for days. Moans and groans filled the small dusty place. They were just about to grope each other which would, undoubtedly lead to another series of events when a subtle cough broke them apart.
Seeing as Lissa was to scream her lungs out, Christian put his hands on her mouth before a whimper could escape.
"Relax baby, it's just Dimitri. My friend!" he said in a calming way. She relaxed seeing no immediate danger but stiffened again. Removing her boyfriend's hand from her mouth angrily, she took a few steps back. Turning her attention to Christian, she spat,
"You brought someone else to OUR special place?"
Christian had enough decency to look sheepish.
"We wanted to talk and this was the most private place. I promise you he will never ever come here again!" he said with panic seeing the deadly expression on her face.
Lissa wasn't exactly pissed but she was definitely annoyed. She didn't dislike Dimitri per say because for one, she didn't know him enough to judge, but she wasn't a fan of his either and was definitely not relaxing around him. Despite of knowing that he was Christian's best friend, she had never bothered to meet him. Just for the sake of Rose.
She looked at the Russian sitting awkwardly in the loveseat, wanting to be anywhere but here. Seems like seeing lover's passion and fight at the same moment wasn't something he was fond of. Crossing her arms around herself defensively she said in a cautious tone,
"Talk about what?"
She had a fair idea what was the talk going to be about. Believe it or not, Lissa wasn't as naïve as everyone made her out to be.
"About my Roza," it was Dimitri who replied in his perfect Russian accent, standing up and leaning against the wall.
"About your who?" Lissa asked eyeing the hunk incredulously.
She had all Intel that Rose and he had met just today (despite their long distance crush) which involved a heavy argument and getting kicked out of the class and getting detention. She didn't recall anyone objectifying the other.
"He means Rose. And we need your help." Christian took over.
"I got that alright!" Lissa snapped at him "and why are you helping him anyway?"
"He is my best friend," he shrugged as if it explained everything.
"And she is my best friend!" Lissa said sharply. "I'm so not goingbehind her back to help some cheap creep to get into her pants, take her virginity and dump her the next day!"
The only word that seemed to register Dimitri's mind was 'virginity'. Virgin. Rose Hathaway was a virgin. She was untouched. His Roza was untouched. In that moment, he wanted to walk up straight and break Jesse's mouth for saying such expletives and vulgar thing about her when none of it was clearly true. He was angrier at himself for believing those back fence talks.
"He doesn't mean it like that!" Christian started to explain his friend to his girlfriend. "He really likes her, as in really cares about her. Don't you?" he asked Dimitri who was still frozen.
His next level of thoughts had taken him to a world of fantasy more specifically, a world of sex- induced fantasy. He was thinking about how good would it feel to claim Roza for himself, take her virginity, to be the only man to have her, to bring her to the depth of pleasure she would never had imagined and then she wouldn't even think of any other man…
"Dude! Earth to Dimka!"
Christian's voice snapped him to the present. From the amused tone, Dimitri was sure he knew of his line of thoughts.
"Yeah..Yes…I really care about my Roza and I really like her," he stuttered and gulped down his own saliva seeing Vasilisa's glare on him. It would have been funny. A six-foot-seven-inches man of solid muscles being afraid of a five-foot nine petite blonde!
Lissa narrowed her eyes at him challenging him to speak further. He accepted the challenge and continued,
"I know Vasilisa, that I don't have the best of reputation around here and you don't like me one little bit and I don't blame you. I'm every bit of philanderer the call me or I was. Ever since I saw Roza," a small smile hit his lips as he recalled the beautiful angel who took his breath away every time he saw her.
Gaining some control over his thoughts, he cleared his throat and continued again,
"Ever since I saw Roza, I have not been the same and I don't think I'd ever be. I saw her; really saw her for the first time at my first combat class. She was sparring with Castile. The way her moves reflected power and grace at the same time took my breath away, the way her eyes were set, determined to win but not hurt her friend sent my heart into frenzy. I was mesmerized. I couldn't stop gawking. I accept that it was initially pure lust on my side…"
Lissa snorted loudly averting her eyes away from him but was secretly pleased to hear him talk so pretty of her friend. Ignoring her, he continued.
"But with time, I realized that it was not the case. I couldn't even look at any other girl without comparing her to my Roza and nonetheless to say, nobody even came close. She is one of her kind. It's hard for me to even avert my eyes if she is in the same room as me. And today when we shook hands, it was like…heaven. I never thought I could ever swoon over a petty handshake but I did!" he said intensely wanting her friend to believe his words.
"Yeah, he was sighing dreamily when he told me that. Gave me quite a scare," Christian mumbled but quieted down under the hard glare of both Lissa and Dimitri at the interruption.
Turning her head back at Dimitri, Lissa was in slight awe. She hadn't even thought that this ladies-man could talk about someone with such a passion. She called her spirit powers to inspect his aura – Turquoise with a tinge of red and lots of pink. Those were the colors of sincerity and affection.
"He's speaking the truth baby," Christian said. "I would never ever support him if he weren't. I love Rose too. She's my favorite pain in the ass!" he said with utmost sincerity and truth in his voice. So much so, that both Lissa and Dimitri couldn't control their chuckles.
Lissa thought about it. Spirit rarely lies. Auras could be masked only by trained spirit users. Since she knew that she was the only spirit user in the academy, she had no doubt that his colors were sincere. And if Christian believed him, then she could also give him the benefit of doubt.
"But what do you want me to do?" Lissa asked cautiously. She was still dubious on the idea of going behind Rose's back but she could at least listen to what he wanted.
"Frankly, Anything. Everything," he said looking hopefully at her. At her raised eyebrows, he said,
"I don't really know what to do to get to her, you know. I've never done this before, but I want to do it. I want to win her."
Lissa sighed. She was contemplated. She didn't want to lie to her friend but she wanted to help him too. She knew Rose liked him. Maybe this could help her? Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all? And if she helps him, she could keep a check on him too! That spoken, she decided she would aid but not make him aware of Rose's affection for him. He said he wanted to win her, let's see him play!
"See, I don't really think she's going to break so easily. But how about you say Sorry first?" Lissa said giving in finally.
"Sorry?" he said it like a foreign word.
"Прости," Lissa said agitated. Here she was trying to help him, and he hadn't even thought about apologising her!
"Believe it or not, what you and your friend did today really hurt her. She won't say anything but I know," she said calmly. "So apologize. See what she says and then we might talk further."
Dimitri looked sheepish.
"Tasha is not my friend!" he said defensively. Lissa raised one perfectly manicured eyebrow. "But, I guess it doesn't matter." he added.
She nodded. "So, I'll just go now and let you have your private time," he said retreating to the door.
"And Dimitri!" Lissa called out. He turned to see her approaching him.
"Remember two things very clearly." She said glaring at him. He nodded dutifully centring all his attention on the blonde in front of him.
"She's not 'your Roza'," she said looking dead into his eyes.
"Yet." he replied mimicking her action. She narrowed her eyes at being answered back but kept quiet.
"And the second?" he said.
She moved even closer still locked in a staring contest and said in a low threatening tone,
"Don't call me Vasilisa!"
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.
"The person you're trying to reach is currently getting an amazing blowjob from the sexiest girl in the world. Please don't call again and if possible just die..."
"Shut up, you asshole." Dimitri snapped.
Something in his voice must have the person tipped it off since he heard some shuffling as the said person kicked 'the sexiest girl' out of the room.
"Что не так с тобой?" An angry Russian's voice bellowed. Dimitri just rolled his eyes.
"I just need some help," he said coolly.
"Whoa dude. Couldn't this 'help' would have waited a few more minutes. I was just seconds away from cum..."
"Ivan..." Dimitri growled at his best friend from childhood.
"Oh come on, don't pretend you didn't do that!" he said. "And what on earth do you need my help for? Isn't America suiting you well?" he teased.
"It's suiting me very well, just so you know and I need your help because Christian is busy." Dimitri said a little relaxed now.
"Jeez! What a friend I have!" Ivan said sarcastically. He knew he was doing his side smirk, even when he couldn't see him. "Okay, shoot."
"I want to say sorry," Dimitri said a little nervous.
"It's okay buddy. It's not like you call everyday and ruin my blow..." Ivan blabbered only to be cut off by Dimitri.
"Shut up. I want to say sorry to a girl. A girl who I pissed today!" Dimitri said gruffly.
He suddenly heard someone choking and a THUD!
"Ivan. Ivan, are you there? Are you alright?" he asked concern lacing his voice. There were a few moments of silence and then some shuffling in the background as a voice came from the speakers of Dimitri's phone.
"Yeah, Dimka. I'm alright. Sorry, I just imagined you saying about apologising to some girl. Must have more drinks than I thought," Ivan laughed nervously at the other end. Dimitri banged his head against the wall, he was currently leaning on.
His best friend ladies and gentleman!
"You are not imagining things, you dick. I actually got to say sorry! And I don't know how to do this!" he yelled on the device.
"Okay. Jeez. Calm down. What's wrong and who are you? Where is my best friend? I can arrange for the ransom. Just let him go!" Ivan said playing mock concerned.
"Иван. Заткнись, или я доберусь до России прямо сейчас и сломаюсь! . ваш рот" Dimitri growled.
"Oh. Thank god. You're there!" he joked again.
"Ivan..."
He got the warning tone of Dimitri's voice and shut up quickly. "Okay. I am serious now. Tell me why in the hell do you want to apologize. To a girl, if I might add. What did you do?" Ivan was pretty anxious at this point. He never would have imagined having this conversation in his wildest dreams. And that is something to say.
"I flirted with her." Dimitri said gruffly.
A few minutes of silence before Ivan added, "And...?" wanting to know the complete story.
"And nothing." Dimitri said as a matter of fact.
"Oh Vlad! You want to apologize to a girl for flirting and you turn to me for help ! Where is Ozera?" Ivan said incredulously.
"Christian is at the moment as I said earlier, is busy with his girlfriend and I turn to you because unlike me you've been in a relationship earlier. You should know about this stuff," he said.
"Dude, I was thirteen at that time!" Ivan pointed out.
"Whatever! You going to help me or not?" he said hopefully.
"Alright. What's her name?" Ivan asked.
"Roza," Dimitri said softly.
"Oh Roza... Russian name. Is she a royal? Is she hot?" he asked anxiously.
Dimitri rolled his eyes. "No. She's not Russian and she's not a Royal. And yes, She is very beautiful," Dimitri replied.
"Beautiful, huh?" Ivan said teasingly. "I don't know much about this stuff either but chicks do love chocolate and flowers, all the she-bang." he said thoughtfully.
Dimitri thought about it too. Chocolates. Roza loved chocolates but flowers he wasn't sure of. But maybe it could help?
"Which flowers?" Dimitri asked.
"Roses. Her names Roza, Right? She must love her namesake," Ivan said – as a matter of fact – voice.
Makes sense, Dimitri mused.
"Okay, Ive. I gotta go. Talk to you later!" he said and hung up hearing a – best of luck – from the other end.
So, ordering for a bunch of Roses and a box of best chocolates, he retired to his bed. Closing his eyes, he fell into a deep slumber where Rose once again invaded his dreams.
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