RPOV
We just sat there for a moment longer. I heard, faintly, Dimitri whimper, as if he was a frightened child.
"D-Dimitri?" I whispered shakily. He just nuzzled his face deeper into my hair, scooting closer to me. He wrapped his arms around me, pressing me against him. I was overwhelmed by the sharp smell of his aftershave, mingled with a little bit of sweat from running. Surprisingly, it was a good combination on him. My heart was beating a mile-a-minute. I was overwhelmed from all the kisses, from the sudden change in atmosphere. I closed my eyes and relaxed in Dimitri's embrace, but worried that someone would catch us.
"Roza," Dimitri whimpered. "I-I—" His grip tightened on me. "Something came into my head—after I kissed you, i-it came and—" I was able to wiggle and loosen Dimitri's grip. Dimitri looked at me, his eyes wide with worry and fear.
"What came in your head?" I muttered.
"It was you a-and me— We looked happy but I—" he stammered.
"We looked happy?" I asked, scrunching my brows together.
Dimitri gripped my hands. "We were in love," he whispered. "That thing that was in my head— We were in love and we looked happy but—" He paused. "You were wearing an old-fashioned dress. It had a corset. You had a British accent." His gaze looked distant. "It felt like a memory. I can't explain it." My head spun. One of Dimitri's hands cupped my cheek, his gaze when from to longing. "Roza, I'm telling the truth," he murmured. "I felt connected to you from the moment I found you and the Princess."
"I felt it too," I said softly. "I don't understand it. I'm confused."
Dimitri's thumb stroked my cheek. "I know. But, for now, let's just try and not get all worked up about this." His gaze was so soft. I sighed. His lips brushed my forehead. "Unfortunately, our practice session is over." He helped me up and we both stretched. We walked back to the gym in a comfortable silence. "Roza," Dimitri called. I looked back at him. His ever-so-deep melted-dark-chocolate brown eyes looked at me. He seemed to be searching for the words to say. But he just settled with: "See you tomorrow morning."
Back at my dorm, I took a shower, put on some pajamas, and curled myself under the covers. I was so emotionally exhausted. My lips buzzed from Dimitri's kiss; my neck tingled from the shower of kisses. I sighed. I felt so strongly for Dimitri, and when he said he seemed to 'remember' something about us being in love and me wearing some dress with a corset and having a British accent made me a bit confused. I knew it was illegal to be in love with another dhampir, so why, all of a sudden, would I be in love with one now?
Yeah, I might have dated one or two dhampirs, but I wasn't madly in love with them. I just liked them up until I wanted a split. I did date a few Moroi, but it was with those few Moroi I realized how disgusting and insensative they are to dhampir women. It seemed that Lissa was the only Moroi who viewed dhampirs as equals with Moroi.
With a long, dramatic sigh, I fell asleep—and had the weirdest dream ever.
~DREAM TIME! IT'S 1789 [3 months before they died]~
I was in a small house. Was it a house? I shook my head. I looked down at myself, I wore a long dress, but the top was a corset, like what Dimitri said. I blinked back the surprise. There was a fire lit, and it was very warm. The door opened, and I saw Dimitri walk in, smiling adoringly at me.
"My Roza," he murmured. My heart melted. He gently closed the door behind him. He walked over and placed his hands on my hips, kissing me for the longest time. "I love you, my Roza."
"I love you too," I sighed. When he broke the kiss, I smiled dreamily. I looked at the clothes he wore, and it wasn't the typical Dimitri clothes he'd normally wear—no duster, no jeans, no T-shirts. He wore a white shirt with puffy sleeves, and black pants that didn't resemble modern-day pants at all, his feet were bare.
Dimitri brushed strands of hair from my face, a soft smile on his face. "Three months," he murmured. He sighed dreamily.
He kissed me again, only this kiss was deeper, filled with emotions that made my head swirl. I hadn't realized my feet were moving until I felt something hit the backs of my knees. I gave a sidelong glance and saw the bed, and my eyes widened, but, for some reason, I wasn't scared. Dimitri gently laid me on the bed and take his shirt off. I gasped at Dimitri's beauty. He was all beautiful muscle and I would've fainted if I hadn't been laying on the bed. He climbed on top of me, trying not to put any of his weight on me, and kissed me again.
Dimitri's hands went to the back of my dress and loosened the strings of my corset. He wiggled it off to see my bare chest. I wasn't ashamed. It felt natural, doing this. Had Dimitri and I done this before? He took the rest of the dress off and I shivered.
"Beautiful," Dimitri whispered. He kissed from my jaw, to my neck, to my shoulder, to both my breasts, to my stomach, then stopped near that area. He nudged my legs apart and he gave a deep growl at what he saw. I closed my eyes. I felt a lick and I moaned. More licks, then I felt Dimitri's mouth cover it, his tongue going in, and I felt a sucking sensation. I gasped and moan and wiggled and groaned. It went on until waves of pleasure took over and I sighed in satisfaction. Dimitri climbed back up and kissed me. His mouth tasted different, but I ignored it. He took off whatever clothes he had left and looked at me through half-closed eyes. "Are you ready, my Roza?" he murmured. I nodded. He plunged in and I cried out in pleasure. Dimitri started moving, and I couldn't help the pleasured noises I made.
"Dimitri," I whispered. My hands gripped his back. He started going a little faster. "Yes," I moaned. At that, he was going very fast. "Dimitri— Oh God! I-I'm, s-so—" I couldn't go on. Dimitri was grunting, occasionally moaning.
"Keep talking," he growled.
"I-I— God! Dimitri I'm getting there! I-It's—" I cried Dimitri's name as I felt a knot deep inside me snap. Dimitri thrusted one last time before he moaned my name.
~END OF DREAM TIME!~
I jumped up so fast that I fell out of bed. I had a sex dream about Dimitri. I laid on the floor, breathless. Where the hell did that dream come from? Why did I have a British accent and why was I wearing a corset? It was almost like what Dimitri said, about what he 'remembered.' I sighed in frustration. That dream almost seemed real, as if I could have felt— I stood up, went to the bathroom, turned the sink on, and splashed cold water on my face. Why would I want to think about how a sex dream felt real? On so many levels, that's wrong. After having a dream like that, nothing seemed so innocent anymore. I mean, I'm a virgin but I'm completely aware of what's innocent and what's not. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked horrified, confused, tired, and exasperated. But somewhere mingled in all those emotions was a bit of satisfaction, like I was happy I saw that dream. I splashed more cold water on my face and went back to sleep. A dreamless sleep.