Prompt: agoraphilia—sex in a public place

Requested by: Anon on tumblr

W/C: 3,173

NSFW

I can honestly say that the last thing on my mind when Lissa's private plane touched down at Saint Vlad's airstrip was sex. She had recently made Moroi defense classes a part of the curriculum and wanted to make a 'surprise', unannounced visit to see how the faculty was handling them—which was a nightmare from a logistical standpoint. Usually when the queen went anywhere, we spent days preparing, sending teams of guardians to scour the area for the smallest signs of danger, but that wasn't the case with this trip. Lissa had been insistent, determined that absolutely no one know she was coming, which meant we had to trust that the wards and Academy's guardians would be enough to keep her safe. Unfortunately, we all knew first hand that those two things were by no means infallible.

Throughout her meeting with the staff I was tense and on edge, my eyes never stopping their constant surveillance of room and its inhabitants. The Moroi dissidents behind the attack on Jill were still at large, which meant that everyone was a suspect—even the teachers and administrators we'd known for most our lives. I wasn't the only one being extra cautious; we had several guardians stationed in the hallway, and on the other side of the room Dimitri stood, his handsome face looking fierce and wary. Judging by the way Christian and Lissa kept glancing between the two of us and rolling their eyes, I suppose my own expression matched the one on my boyfriend's face.

When the meeting broke for lunch, Lissa motioned me over with a scowl on her pretty face. As soon as I was at her side, she lit into me—the way she snapped at me let me know she was irritated beyond belief. "You're making me crazy Rose. There is absolutely no need—"

"There's every need and you know it. I'm just doing my job, Liss."

"Well you're doing it too well. These people aren't going to hurt me! Besides, there are plenty of guardians around. I'm safe here."

"That's what we thought back at court too—and look how well that turned out." Throwing Jill's attack in her face was a low blow on my part, but it was the truth.

She flinched a little, her expression turning grim. "Why do you always have to be so difficult?"

"How is my being concerned about you being difficult? I went along with your stupid plans to keep this visit secret. Hell, I'm even wearing the damned outfit you asked me to—which will be hard as hell to fight in, if it comes to that!" I tugged at the knee length black skirt that she'd chosen to replace the black slacks that were a standard part of my uniform; lately Lissa had been harassing me about my wardrobe, claiming it was too 'manly'. I appreciated that she wanted me to look nice, but I needed to be able to fight at the drop of a hat, and tight skirts weren't exactly conducive to roundhouse kicks. Since she was my best friend, I'd worn it in an attempt to appease her, but the change in my uniform only added to my unease. "If anyone is being difficult, it's you Liss. You're making it hard as hell for us to keep you alive."

"Go for a walk. Now. Both of you." Lissa's pale green eyes narrowed in anger. Her lovely face was set in an almost haughty, cold expression. She sometimes used the expression on the Royal council when they were being difficult, but she had never directed it at me before.

"Liss—"

"That was a request. Don't make me turn it into an order." She absentmindedly fingered the silver ring on her index finger, spinning it around as she stared at me. "I know you're trying to help—but you're stressing me out."

Now it was my turn to flinch. Keeping Lissa calm was almost as important as keeping her safe—her sanity depended on it now that the bond was gone and I could no longer drain away the built up darkness. I glanced over at Dimitri, who was watching the two of us with a concerned expression on his face. As soon as he caught my eye, he arched a dark brow, and I knew it was his way of letting me know the choice was mine. We could either stay—which would mean an argument with Lissa—or do as she asked and go for a quick walk, giving my best friend a chance to unwind.

"I want three more guardians on the door and two more in here," I countered, crossing my arms across my chest as I returned her glare.

"Rose, I hardly think—"

"You're right, better make it three in here too. It will take two of them to replace Dimitri."

Lissa pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a small sound of frustration. "Fine! Just do it and get out of here. Don't come back until you unwind. You're so tense I'd swear you were still taking the darkness if I didn't know better."

I bit my tongue, not wanting to argue the point any further. Hell—it was true. Ever since Lissa had voiced her intentions I'd felt some weird, lingering sense of dread, and it was only getting stronger. Dimitri called for backup and we waited in silence, Lissa and I pointedly avoiding looking at one another, the tension in the air between us increasing by the minute. As soon as the guardians showed up Dimitri steered me out the door and down the hall, entwining his fingers through mine as we walked out of the building and into the cool evening air.

Even as pissed off and hurt as I was feeling about the way Lissa had chastised me, I couldn't help but smile. A year ago I had dreamed of sharing a moment like this with him; strolling the beautifully kept grounds of the school that had been my only real home for most of my life hand in hand with the man I loved. It was what I had longed for, and now we could do it, unashamed and proud of the love we shared.

"Was there any place in particular you wanted to go?" He squeezed my hand, smiling down at me; the look in his eyes let me know he was feeling the same way I was.

I sighed, resting my head against his arm. "I'd say we could go to the cabin, but with the way I've been feeling… I don't want to risk it."

"Roza. Nothing bad is going to happen. Lissa will be fine—she's well guarded."

I shot him a pointed look. "It's not just Lissa that I'm worried about."

I couldn't forget that the last time we'd walked through this forest holding hands was just a few short hours before he'd been snatched away from me. Maybe it was silly, but I knew fate was a fickle bitch, and she seemed to take great pleasure in screwing up our lives, so there was no way I was going to revisit the cabin today. I had the feeling that if we did, it would set some chain of events in motion that would bring the past back to haunt us all over again—and since a restored Strigoi couldn't be turned again, this time I would lose him forever. That was a chance I wasn't willing to take.

"What about the gym? Maybe a little sparring would help you unwind," he offered, steering us in the direction of the gym where we'd spent so many hours together in the past.

Boy, was that a mistake.

As soon as the heavy door clicked shut behind us, the memories hit me. All the training sessions filled with longing—on both our parts—and the few furtive, stolen kisses we'd chanced. We didn't make it ten steps inside before the wall hit my back and our mouths fused together in a heated, soul searing kiss that lit me up like a lightening bug. Pressing the full length of my body against his, I couldn't help but chuckle against his lips—the fact he was just as affected by me was obvious, the evidence of his arousal too prominent to hide. His hands slid up under the hem of my skirt, hitching it up my thighs as his lips trailed down my neck, his breath warm against my skin as he whispered a protest that was doomed to fail before it was even voiced. "We shouldn't be doing this. Someone might—"

"Screw that—we're both adults, and besides, everyone is at lunch, remember?" I jerked his dress shirt out of his pants, slipping my hands underneath and up across the hard, sculpted contours of his abdomen—the need to press my lips against the warm skin underneath speeding my pulse and hitching my breath in my throat. A moment later, I was frantically working at unfastening the buttons, wanting to be as close to him as possible, my lips trailing across his collarbone as I pushed the fabric aside.

Laughing softly, he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up; my legs immediately locked around his waist. I could feel him hard and ready—even through the thick denim of his jeans; I whimpered, pressing myself against him, but there were too many clothes in the way. His head ducked down, mouth reclaiming mine, silencing my cries; I opened my mouth at the press of his lips, tracing my tongue along the softness of them. He opened to me in response, the kiss growing more demanding as our tongues played out the actions that our bodies longed to fulfill—thrusting and brushing against each other. I could feel the muscles in his neck and shoulder tighten, his body filling with even more pent up tension as I thrust my hips against him.

His hands were shaking as he carefully unbuttoned my shirt—mindful of the fact we would need our clothing in one piece when our little tryst was over. Ducking his head down his mouth found my breasts, lips brushing along the tops of my cleavage as he popped the front clasp—then tongue was teasing a nipple, his hands straying lower—sliding back under my skirt, fingers tracing teasingly over the damp cotton of my panties.

My head fell back against the wall, fingers digging into his shoulders "If we're fast enough… there's no chance of getting caught."

His accent was thick, voice full of need as his breath warmed my skin. "We're never fast Roza—some things shouldn't be rushed. Making love to you is definitely one of them."

"Consider this the appetizer? We'll have the main course later… when we've got time to savor it." I ground myself against him; he let out a hushed curse, his mouth crushing down on mine so hard that our teeth scraped.

"Fuck me Dimitri," I whispered against his lips, teasing him with the swipe of my tongue against his. "Fuck me the way you wanted to back when you were my mentor and we were training—when you pinned me down and pressed yourself against me… when I could feel how much I excited you."

He made a sound that was unintelligible—no words, just pure, unadulterated need—pulling us away from the wall. His hands moving down to grip my ass as he carried me further into the shadowy darkness of the gym, tumbling us down on the mats. I thrust up against him as he fumbled with his belt, making a frustrated sound at the barrier of our clothing between us. He shifted; I heard the sound of his zipper jerking down—he cursed when it broke from the force he'd used. My legs released him long enough for him to slide my panties away—then I felt his hardness brushing up against my bare skin and I moved against him, moaning softly as he slid inside me. He hesitated—I groaned, driving my body up to force more of him inside me. That was all it took to erase the last of his inhibition; with one hard thrust he drove into me, pressing me down against the mat, his hands capturing mine and pinning them down above my head. I wanted to touch him—but I sensed that in that moment he was living out one of his long ago fantasies, so I didn't protest.

"Roza… my Roza." It was a throaty mumble against my skin as his lips moved along my neck.

"Always yours." My breath came out as a gasp as he moved, thrust after thrust, filling me up, kindling the fire inside me.

Having his strong body pound into me—feeling the weight of him pressing down on top of me with the mats beneath my back in this gym, here at the school—it had been one of my fantasies too, something I'd daydreamed about through many a class and training session. Having it fulfilled at long last added to my pleasure; it wasn't long before I felt the familiar tightness gathering low in my body, making me cry out his name. As he moved and I tightened around him, his lips found mine again, muffling the soft sounds that I was making as the tightness began to grow and swell, filling me up and flowing through my body, making me twitch and quiver beneath him. The noises I made were wordless sounds of pleasure—sounds of primitive, primal need for the sweet ecstasy of climax.

I bucked up against him—my movement was all the encouragement he needed; his thrusts sped up and so did his breathing, his body slamming into me with urgency , harder and faster, pulling more cries of pleasure from deep inside me as the tight pressure exploded, pulsing within me and making my body contract, my movements spastic and uncontrollable. His rhythm changed, becoming as jerky as my own; the sound of him crying out my name echoed through the empty gym as the warmth of his climax flowed into me. The movement of his hips slowed as my body tightened around him, milking him of every drop of pleasure he had to offer; the grip on my hands loosened as he collapsed on top of me, burying his face in my hair as we both took in ragged gasps of air, trying to relearn how to breathe.

"Oh my GOD!"

The appalled—and completely unexpected—male voice made me jerk my head around to the gyms entrance… where a red faced Stan Alto was standing next to Alberta—who looked like she was trying not to burst out laughing.

I felt my cheeks flush—and I knew that as embarrassed as I was at being caught in such a position, Dimitri had to be feeling in a million times worse since he was the most reserved, private person I'd ever met. His muscles tensed beneath my fingers as I fumbled for an excuse. "We were… uh… Lissa said I needed to relax."

"Get out. Now." Dimitri growled, his voice low as he shifted—moving so that his body completely obliterated mine from their eyes.

"Sorry we interrupted—the Queen is looking for you Rose. I'll… uh… tell her you're busy. Training." Alberta's voice was full of barely concealed amusement. "Come on Stan."

"This is appalling! How dare you—"

"Oh for God's sake—shut the hell up and come on!" She cut off his outraged commentary; a moment later I heard the sound of their footsteps moving as he muttered under his breath. "I'm going to lock the door behind us so no one else disturbs your… workout. And by the way… welcome back."

The door banged shut; the sound of the key turning in the lock was loud compared to our breathing. I waited for Dimitri to move off of me, assuming that he'd be so horrified by what happened that he'd immediately start getting dressed.

I was wrong.

He started… laughing.

It was an unexpected outburst, filled with pure, unadulterated joy. "Do you see now why I never gave in to my urges when you were my student? I always sensed that if I did… we would get caught in the act… and we did."

"We didn't actually get caught in the act," I pointed out, my fingers tracing patterns on his back. "We got caught during the… afterglow."

It made him laugh harder, his body shaking; the movement made me tighten, spasming around him, drawing a hushed moan from my lips and turning his sound of amusement into a low groan.

"Lissa's looking for me… we need to get dressed." My voice was soft, holding a hint of sadness—I wasn't quite ready for our shared fantasy to end. "They come first and all."

"No. They don't." He braced himself on his elbows, one hand gently caressing my cheek as he gazed down at me, his hair falling around his face. Those chocolate brown eyes that I loved so much were full of tenderness as he pushed my sweaty hair out of my face. "We come first, Roza. You and me. Everyone else can wait."

His lips found mine, sweet and gentle as our mouths moved together; he shifted, rolling us over so that I was on top, straddling his body. I pulled back, sitting up, my hands drifting across his chest, fingers brushing against the scar on his chest—a reminder of the stake that had given him back his soul. "Do you mean that? Really mean it?"

"I do." His eyes ran down my body, one hand moving to mimic my gesture, long calloused fingers caressing the scar that Tasha's bullet had made. "That wasn't the only thing I used to dream about in this gym… I want to watch you riding me. As wonderful as the appetizer was… I'm still very hungry Roza. I think we need the main course now… unless you want to wait?"

Waiting… has never been something I've been good at—and he damn well knew it. Lips twitching up in a grin, I grabbed his hands, moving them down to his sides so I could pin them with my knees—and I began to move against him, biting my lip as I felt him hardening inside me.

Lissa was safe, surrounded by a campus full of guards and the magic of the wards. She could wait—after all… she'd clearly told me not to come back until I'd unwound. Which might take a long, long time…in fact… the main course might not do it.

Gazing down at Dimitri—seeing the heat in his eyes and hearing him curse softly under his breath as he thrust up against me, I knew without a doubt that alleviating my stress was going to require a full four-course dinner.

Good thing I have an enormous appetite.