DPOV
After Roza's meltdown, we went to our training session. It went smoothly. Though we did get distracted by how close we were, nothing like what happened at the track happened. Once it was over, Roza and I said our goodbyes and went to our dorms. I'd be lying if I said Roza wasn't graceful when she fought. She looke graceful and elegant, and there were times I just wanted to stop because she was so mesmerizing. But I was trying so hard to keep a professional relationship with her; but my feelings, my true feelings, were telling me how idiotic I was acting. I couldn't hide my feelings from Roza, but I couldn't let them show. If I let my real feelings for her show, someone would see and we'd be in real trouble. If I kept my feelings a secret, I would beat myself up everyday.
I know deep down Roza knows how I feel for her, and I know she feels the same, but it's so dangerous in our world to show emotions. It's a life-or-death situation.
But the way I feel for Roza goes above and beyond everything. I feel connected to her.
The next morning, I woke up early and got dressed. When I got to the gym, Roza wasn't there. I knew she'd be late, so I sat down and began reading my favorite western book. After ten minutes, Roza came in, five minutes late.
"I'm so sorry," she said. "I'd give you an excuse, but—"
I chuckled. "It's fine, Roza." She nodded. I put a bookmark on where I left off and put it aside.
"Please tell me there's no running," Roza pleaded.
"Of course you have running," I murmured, her voice making my head spin. "I'll be timing you. Hurry up." Roza groaned, making me shiver. She went out to the track while I grabbed a stopwatch. When I met her out, she began running. She looked absolutely breathtaking. The look of concentration on Roza's face, the way she moved—it was beautiful.
Just admit it, you love her, I thought. When she finished, I told her her time.
"You're getting better," I said.
Roza smiled. "Thanks." Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing was labored, and I couldn't stop myself from thinking of another way that'd make her flushed and breathless. I winced a little. "Are you okay, comrade?" Roza asked.
"Comrade?" I arched a brow, thankful for Roza's voice.
She smiled wider. "It suits you," she said. I smiled at her. We kept looking at each other, lost in our little world. Roza gave a sigh, her eyes glittering. "I just want to—" She cut herself off.
"What do you want?" I took a step toward her. "You can tell me."
"I want to kiss you," Roza whispered.
Slowly, I walked towards Roza, tilting her face to look at mine, our faces inches apart. Her eyes were half-open, she pressed herself against me.
"Kiss me," I whispered. She did. One hand tangled itself into my hair, her free arm wrapping around my neck. One of my arms wrapped around Roza's waist, my hand tangled in her gorgeous hair. We continued standing there, kissing deeply, our mouths moving together. I brushed my tongue against her lips, she opened her mouth and the kiss got even deeper, our tongue tangling together. I broke the kiss and went to kissing her swanlike neck. When I hit Roza's spot, she gave a quiet moan and leaned into me. I growled, an inner part of me—a more animalistic part—wanted to take Roza at that moment, but I held myself back. But that didn't stop certain parts from getting. . . excited.
"Someone's happy," Roza murmured, pressing her hips against mine. I backed away, trying to calm myself down. Roza still approached me, she put her hands on my shoulders and made me sit down. She sat down next to me, her eyes dark. She straddled my lap and kissed me chastely, pressing herself against my excited part.
"Roza," I gasped, trying to get her off. She looked at me, and I blinked a few times, gulping. She kissed me again, this time, I gave in. Roza broke the kiss, burying her face in my neck and pressing kisses there. Her hands explored my chest, then my stomach, then (slowly) went to the waistband of my sweatpants. I tried to stop her, but I was so lost in it, I couldn't.
Roza was able to wiggle my sweatpants past my waist, and wiggle my boxers down as well, and gasped at what she saw.
"You're huge," she sighed. I gave a deep rumble of a chuckle. That out of the way, Roza placed her hands around but looked uncertain. My mind swirling with lust-filled emotions, I put my hands over hers and showed her. When she got the hang of it on her own, she started going faster, making me pant.
"Roza," I panted. I felt pressure building up, and it was getting harder to hold it back. Roza stopped suddenly, making me growl in irritation. Her face dove down, taking as much as she could in her mouth, and sucked.
Roza drank as much as she could, but not all of it. She had to rush to the bathroom to clean the rest up. When I calmed down, I felt a light buzzing in my head from the whole ordeal.
"I'm sorry," Roza said. I looked at her, dazed. "I don't know what came over me. I—" She buried her face in her hands.
"It's fine," I murmured lazily. "It felt amazing." She looked at me. I gave her a lazy half-smile. "Don't worry about it."
She sighed. "Something weird is happening to us. We can't keep brushing it off like it's nothing." After a moment to put myself away, I gave a quick look around to see if anyone saw—no one did.
"We'll figure something out," I said, placing a hand on top of hers.
"How?" she exclaimed. "I've never done that to a man before, and suddenly I do it like it's no big deal. I've never felt this strongly for a dhampir before." She looked close to tears.
"Shh," I said. "I promise you, we will figure something out. Whatever's happening to us, we'll find out what it is and it will all make sense!"
"Promise?" she asked softly.
I kissed her gently. "I promise."