Part 2:
She had never really slept with a guy before. In both the literal and figurative sense.
But Dimitri hadn't brought her to his room for that.
She still had her pajamas on under her raincoat, so she was conveniently ready for bed.
Dimitri quickly went to the bathroom to change, Rose took the opportunity to jump into Dimitri's bed.
"Mmmm..." She moaned as she was in the warmth of Dimitri's bed.
He stared at her wide-eyed.
She didn't realized he had finished changing.
She blushed and hid her face under the covers.
"Ugh... Kill me now..."
"Now why would I do that.?" Dimitri chucked, pulling the covers down and climbing into bed.
She just stayed quiet, an unusual feat for Rose.
He laid down facing her.
She studied his features, his dark eyes.. The way his lips curled when he smiled... The way his hair got in his face when it wasn't tied up.
She picked up her hand and cautiously brushed the hair off of his face.
He just looked at her, looked at her beauty, her dark eyes that studied him so intently.
He brushed his fingers against her cheek, leaving them there, not wanting to lose contact.
Both of them wanted more, more freedom, kisses, hugs, public displays of affection...
But right now they couldn't.
All they could do was enjoy and make the most of these little moments that they got with each other alone.
He leaned his face closer to hers, their foreheads almost touching.
Rose closed the distance, kissing him.
But it wasn't like those desperate kisses under the lust spell, or those stolen moments at the gym when they were trying to consume as much as they could of each other.
No, this was sweet, and slow, and nothing that Rose had ever experienced before.
Her body molded with his, their legs tangling.
He pulled away but kept her close to him, her head on his chest.
"Sleep, Roza."
"Mmmkay..." She said, tired. "Dimitri?"
"Hm?"
"I hope thunderstorms happen more often."