A/N: You guys asked for it (a lemon), and you got it! ;-) Enjoy!

-Breanna

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RPOV:

"Holy shit. I can't mooooovvvveeeeee." I groaned, trying to sit up in bed. Every muscle in my body burned like I was bathing in hot candle wax.

Dimitri grinned amusedly as he watched my failing attempts.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Don't look so smug. You cocky bastard."

"Is this better?" He gave me an innocent look and an angelic smile.

I reached over and hit the back of his head. "Owwww!" I screamed, holding the arm I just swung. "Damn muscles. Hurt like a bitch."

"That's why you shouldn't try to hit me." Dimitri hopped off the bed and pulled on his black briefs.

I sighed in approval. "Ah, you look great in briefs. I have always been a fan of boxers…but you…you've made briefs my number one favorite. Not only do they show off your delightful ass and marvelous legs, but they hold your package in place and make it look just…great."

"It sounds like you've put a lot of thought into that."

"I have. By the way, you're welcome for the compliment."

"Thank you." Dimitri rolled his eyes. "I'm going to start the bath for you."

"Are you taking one with me?"

"No."

"Then I don't want to take one."

"You have to."

"Why?"

"Because it will help your sore muscles." Dimitri's tone was stern, giving no room for argument.

"Fine. Bring me food first, though."

"Ever since you've moved in, you've gotten rather demanding."

"I love you, Dimitri." I said sweetly.

He rolled his eyes again and walked out of the room. "I love you, too." I heard the smile and fondness in his voice.

About fifteen minutes later, the apartment filled with wonderful smells. Unable to help myself and too impatient to wait any longer, I found Dimitri's black shirt on the floor and slipped it on. It felt like I was wearing a parachute and the fabric fell to my knees, but it smelled so good, like his aftershave. I took a moment to close my eyes and inhale a few times before slowly and painfully waddling over to the kitchen.

"Ow…ow…ow…ow." I said with each step, walking like a penguin.

Dimitri stood by the stove, he turned around and his eyes searched my body. "You look beautiful in my clothes."

I smiled as I wrapped my arms around him from behind and laid my face against his naked back. "Whatcha' cooking good lookin?"

"Bacon, cheese and eggs, and toast." Dimitri flipped some crackling bacon with a metal spatula.

"Mmmmmhmmmm." I sighed in approval. "You are amazing."

Since I was attached to him from behind and wasn't planning to let go anytime soon, together we awkwardly walked over to the refrigerator.

He poured me a glass of orange juice. "Drink. Now." He handed it to me.

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes at his bossiness, I downed half of it. Apparently, I was parched—probably from all the exertion my body had been put through last night.

"How are your muscles feeling?" Dimitri gripped my shoulders and started moving his fingers in circles, massaging.

"Better now that I'm up and moving around." I dropped my head and moaned. "God, that feels so good."

I whined when he dropped his hands. "Come back!"

"Do you want your food to burn?" Dimitri stirred the scrambled eggs and sprinkled them with shredded cheese.

I took a seat at the table and watched his back muscles ripple with each movement he made. I sighed dreamily. That entire six-foot-seven Russian god was mine. All mine.

Moments later, he grabbed a plate out of the cupboard and started piling it high with food.

He set it down in front of me and leaned against the counter, sipping his hot cocoa, watching me. "Eat."

I grabbed my fork. "Gee, you could feed a small army…do you actually think I can eat all of this?"

Dimitri arched a brow.

"I'll try…but I don't know."

"You've got a big appetite. You'll be fine, trust me."

"Is that sarcasm I hear, Comrade? Not so crazy about your tone." I speared a scrambled egg and shoved it into my mouth. It was wonderful and fluffy and cheesy. Just the way I liked it.

"Oh, my god. This is good." I mumbled. "So damn goooood!"

"Didn't your mother ever tell you it was rude to talk with your mouth full?"

"Depends on what's filling it." I winked.

Dimitri swallowed and averted his eyes.

I grabbed a triangle of toast, lathered tons of butter on it, and practically swallowed it whole.

I grabbed a piece of bacon and bit into the salty, crispy goodness. "Come here," I beckoned Dimitri over, grabbed his hand, and smiled. "You are such a good cook. My baby is such a good cook."

"It seems like you're enjoying your breakfast. Food really does make you happy."

"It's one of the three things I live for." I grinned. "Food. Making love. And my Russian god."

He smiled. "I rank in at number three?"

"Of course."

About thirty minutes later, after I'd cleared three plates and downed half the jug of orange juice, Dimitri was helping me get ready for my Epsom salt bath, which was supposed to help relax and soothe my sore muscles.

Dimitri pulled his shirt over my head. I groaned and grabbed my stomach. "I feel like I'm going to explode."

"That's what happens when you eat a dozen eggs, a whole package of bacon, and five pieces of toast."

"It hurts. Damn you for making such good chow."

He smiled as he leaned over the bath and shut the faucet off. "I love making you food."

"And I love to eat. So I believe that makes us a perfect pair." I hooked my arms around his neck and rested my head against his shoulder. "Aren't you sore from last night too?"

"No."

"A tiny bit?"

"No."

"An itty bitty bit?"

Dimitri's chest rumbled as he laughed. "Your muscles are not as developed as mine are. I've been in the military my whole life and I am used to strenuous activities…" His fingers ran up and down my spine, and lightly squeezed my bottom. "Your body will grow stronger and get used to it over time. But I will admit…I am an itty bitty bit sore…"

I pulled back. "You are?"

"Yes. But it's hardly noticeable."

"Where?"

His nostrils flared and his eyebrows pulled together. "It certain sensitive areas…"

I grinned victoriously and nodded. "Cool."

"Cool?"

"I meant like, oh that's cool…I did a real number on him. I rode that cowboy hard."

"Get in the bath."

CPOV:

"You ready to go, babe?"

"Yeah." Lissa smiled, but I could tell it was forced.

"Tell me what is wrong."

"Nothing." Her gaze flickered down to her silk peach blouse, she took time to pull it down and smooth it out properly.

"Don't lie to me." I tilted her face up and stared into those smoldering jade-green eyes. My chest constricted at how sad they were. Lissa put on a good facade, she fooled everyone into believing that she was happy, that she was okay, but I knew better. I knew her better than she knew herself.

Tears surfaced in her eyes, making them glossy. "I had that nightmare again…"

I pulled her into my chest, needing to protect her, and wrapped my arms around her petite body. I clenched my teeth, hating how tiny she felt. She'd lost so much weight. It was almost like she was disappearing, getting further and further away from me…

"I'll keep you safe, baby. I swear to god. Do you want to tell me about it?" I asked.

Lissa shook her head and sobbed softly. "Not now. Maybe later…"

"Okay, take as long as you need." I kissed her forehead. "I'll be here to listen. Always."

There were a few moments of silence.

"I miss him. Sometimes." Lissa whispered. I knew exactly who she was talking about. "It's like I can't get him out of my mind. He's always in the back of my brain, lurking as a constant reminder."

"He was your family. He was your uncle. It's natural to miss him."

"Why can't I stop loving him then?" She fisted my shirt. "The man nearly killed me!"

I ran my fingers through her sunshine hair. "Victor is someone you'll never forget, someone you'll love no matter what. He is your blood. That is why."

"I wish I could forget him." Lissa pulled back and met my eyes. "I wish I could forget everything that happened. I wish I could forget that day, forget the blood, the pain, and all of these scars."

No words could express the sorrow I felt in that moment for her, or how much I wish I could take the pain that she was feeling inside away, or how angry I was for not being there to save her, or how much I loved her and how thankful I was that she came into my life.

Sometimes you didn't need meaningless words to fill the air; you needed your actions to speak for themselves. I held her tighter and kissed her sweet, pink-glossed lips. When I pulled back, I stared into her beautiful green eyes. "You are beautiful. These scars…" I slid my hand under her blouse and felt her warm skin. "They are a part of you. They're something you'll have to live with for the rest of your life. You have to get used it, baby." I rubbed my thumb along one of them, the pink flesh was smooth.

Lissa frowned. "But they're so disgusting. I feel so ugly…so gross. I want to claw them off."

I claimed her mouth with mine. "Even though I am aware that you will never know the magnitude of which I mean these words, I'm going to say them anyways. You are extraordinary."

She smiled a little, and I was so happy to see her cheeks flood scarlet. It was so like her and I couldn't get enough of it. There was an angel in her eyes, and I loved that side…but when that devil came out, that just drove me wild.

"You could show me how extraordinary I am…" Lissa pressed her hands against my chest.

I gulped as the blood shot straight to my groin area. "No."

"No?" She pouted, sticking her bottom lip out. God, that woman knew she had me wrapped around her finger. "But I want you to make love to me. Why are you denying me of this pleasure?"

I grabbed her hand and kissed her palm. "Because you have an appointment with the therapist."

"Forget the therapist," She shook her head. "I can miss one visit. It'll be okay."

"You're not ready for that type of contact yet…your body needs more time to heal."

Anger flared in her green eyes, morphing them into two emerald jewels. "I'm not made out of glass, Christian! I'm strong, just look at what I've survived! Please don't treat me like this, like I'm a different person. I want us to be the way we used to be…"

I pursed my lips. I was on the verge of breaking at any moment. The idea of her soft skin under mine was too tempting.

"My body is fine. It's healed. It's been so long since we've been together…" She fisted her hands in my shirt. "Make love to me, Christian."

I smirked. "I like when you plead." Our mouths met and mingled with one another, getting familiar.

When she moaned, it was the most wonderful sound in the world, like birds chirping in the morning. I wanted to hear that sound again.

As the clothes came off and I laid her down on the bed, I met her eyes. "I'm going to show you how beautiful you are."

DPOV:

Roza smiled as I wrapped my robe around her. "I cannot believe you just bathed me like a baby."

I grinned inwardly in satisfaction. "You seemed to enjoy it at the time."

"What girl wouldn't love your hands all over them?"

"Beats me."

She rolled her eyes. "I don't need your sarcasm or your arrogantness. I've got plenty of my own."

"Arrogantness isn't a word."

Roza snorted. "Yeah, it is! Just look it up in the dictionary!"

It was my turn to roll my eyes. I grabbed a towel off the rack and started drying her hair.

"You take such good care of me," Her face suddenly grew solemn. "I don't deserve you."

My brows pulled together. "You could not be more wrong about that."

"Really?" she asked. "You think?"

"No." I grabbed my brush out of the drawer and started running it through her long locks. "I know."

Roza turned around to face me. "And how can you be so sure about that, General Belikov?"

I groaned. "Don't call me that."

She smiled devilishly. "Why not?"

****Start of M rated scene****

I slid my hand under the robe and brushed my fingertips over the sensitive flesh of her breasts. "Because it can have certain consequences that you may not be ready for..."

She gasped and shut her eyes tightly. "For what you've put me through the past week, I believe I'm ready for anything."

"Is that a challenge, Roza?"

The corner of her mouth lifted into a smirk. "I don't know, Comrade, are you man enough to accept it?"

I roughly gripped the back of her thighs, lifted her off the ground, and pressed her against the wall. I rubbed my hips against hers, making sure she knew the extent of my arousal.

"I take that as a YESSSSSS!" Her body jolted, as if she had been shocked. Roza moaned loudly, digging her nails into my shoulders. I loved the little bursts of pain because that meant she was as hungry as I was.

"Bedroom. Now." she commanded breathlessly.

She wrapped her legs around my waist as I gripped her bottom and sprinted into our bedroom.

I fell onto the bed, being careful to cradle her small body so that she wouldn't be harmed in the impact. Our mouths attacked one another in a savage manner, tongues dancing, lips crushed together. I knew Roza's mouth was going to be swollen tomorrow, probably even bruised, but in that moment, I didn't care. It meant that she was loving this as much as I was.

The two of us were breathing hard when I pulled away. "Are you okay?"

Roza looked a little dazed. She bobbed her head up and down. "I'm fine."

I leaned up and got on my knees above her. I pulled on the tie of the robe, the fabric fell into a silk pool around her, revealing her naked body to me. My eyes feasted upon the sight.

Her perfect feet, slender legs, flat stomach. "Move your hair, baby. I want to see all of you."

Roza sat up slightly, letting her hair fall behind her, before laying down and watching me. I gazed at the two caramel swells and rosy peaks. "My god, you are beautiful..."

I planted my fists on each side of her and leaned down to her face. As we kissed, Roza hooked her toes into my briefs and pulled them down to my knees, I kicked them off to the floor.

Vulnerability and uncertainty flashed in her brown eyes, she bit her lip. "I-I...I wanna try something."

Before I could respond, she reached down and wrapped her hand around me. I hissed.

"What? Did I do something wrong?" Roza quickly pulled away, like she had committed some horrible crime.

"No. Don't stop." I grabbed her arm and directed her between us. I pressed her to my arousal. "Please...keep doing it."

Roza stared up into my eyes as she began to stroke me. I gritted my teeth and dropped my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her familiar scent of vanilla cookies. It was heaven.

"Do you like this?" Her voice was husky and rough like gravel. I nodded, my face still stuffed in her hair. "Am I doing it right?"

"Just go a little bit faster-ah, yes, just like that." I groaned. "Oh, Roza. Just like that. You're perfect."

Moments later, when I was on the brink of reaching my release, I pulled away from her and got on my knees.

"Where are you going?" Hurt and rejection was evident in her voice. "I thought you were liking it..."

"I was."

"Then come back to me..."

I shook my head, scooting down the bed. "I have to love your body first."

Roza craned her neck to one side, watching me. "I love you, Dimitri."

"I love you." I gently pulled her thighs apart, revealing the most sensitive and fragile part of her body. "Beautiful..." I murmured, cupping her heat. "Beautiful."

My forearms hooked behind her calves, I lowered my head. I stared into those beautiful pools of dark chocolate as I pulled her soft pink flesh into my mouth. I brought her to her release over and over and over again.

The sight and feel and the taste weren't the only beautiful things about it, it was the fact that Roza would give her body to me, leave herself vulnerable, and trust me with caring for the most sensitive part of her. That alone was mesmerizing.

I climbed up her body and kissed her long and thoroughly. She licked her lips and blinked in surprise. "What is that taste?"

I smiled. "You."

Unable to control myself any longer, I pressed my body into hers, making us one. We moaned in unison. "Oh, Roza..." I started moving my body with hers, sliding my skin against hers, steadily rolling my hips.

"Fuck Dimitri." She moaned and threw her head back, the most beautiful sound and sight in the world.

I attached my mouth to her neck, paying special attention to her scar, making sure she knew that I wasn't bothered by it. The scar was beautiful to me. A reminder. A part of her.

Minutes later, my body was close to climaxing. By the way Roza was screaming and raking her nails up and down my back, she was close to pure ecstasy too.

I wrapped my arms around her as my pace became more erratic, she arched her back. "Oh, Dimitri! I-I-I..."

"Come undone with me, Roza. Let your body go." I cursed in Russian as my body ached to release, but I was holding myself back, I had to see her first.

"Keep your eyes open." I growled. "Don't close them. Keep them open. Look at me."

Roza screamed out my name as she reached her peak. Her small body convulsed and squirmed as she lay underneath me, riding out the waves of her orgasm. I stared in her eyes, watching the swirl of emotions pass through them...wonder, ecstasy, passion, exhaustion, and love...

That was all it took for me to go over the edge.

****End of M rated scene****

"I guess I'm going to need another bath..." Roza croaked.

I laughed and rolled off of her. I quickly pulled her into my side, not wanting to be away from her. "That's fine. We can always take one together." I tucked some hair that was sticking to her damp forehead behind her ear.

"I like the sound of that, General." Roza draped her arm over my stomach and yawned. "But right now...all I want to do is sleep." She closed her eyes.

I kissed her cheek and rested my own eyes, exhaustion overtook me. I whispered Russian into her ear as we both drifted off to sleep.

Two days later...

RPOV:

"Durak!" I screamed victoriously. "You're a Durak! You're a Durak! I should start calling you Douche-bag Dimitri, cause that's what you are." I laughed in his face. "LOSERRRRRRRRRRRRR!"

"Roza," Dimitri's mouth twisted into an amused smirk. He glanced down at my hands. "You're the one with the cards. All of mine are gone."

"Exactly!" I showboated my cards. "You are a fool, General Belikov. Don't ever get in a game with Hathaway...you always gonna loose!"

"You lost."

"I won."

"The object of the game is to get rid of all your cards, Rose. At the end of the game, the last player with cards in their hand is referred to as the fool...or the Durak."

I frowned. "Oh..."

"Yep."

I tired to keep the embarrassment and shame out of my voice. "So I guess I didn't listen to you very well when you explained the directions, huh? I thought the more cards you get...just never mind."

"Don't feel so bad," Dimitri grinned as he picked up the cards. "This is my game. Nobody can beat me."

I rolled my eyes. "Stupid Russian games." I muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Dimitri pulled an envelope out of his duster and threw it down on the table.

"What is that?" I asked curiously.

He shrugged and walked over to the kitchen. "Why don't you have a look?" He opened up the fridge and pulled out a water bottle.

I picked it up and opened it. Inside, there was a small blue folder with an eagle on it. "A passport?" My brows knitted together in confusion. My eyes widened. "Oh god. You're being deported?"

Dimitri actually chocked on his water and sprayed it everywhere. "Deported?" he laughed and shook his head. "Just open it."

I did.

There was a smiling picture of me with the words United States of America printed in bold. There were all sorts of information, like my full name, date of birth, where I was born...

"You got me a passport?" I was even more confused than I had been earlier.

He grinned. "Yes, I did."

"Why?"

"Because it's winter break. You have time off school. I have time off work."

"Okay..."

"And because I wanted to surprise you."

"Mission accomplished."

"And because," Dimitri set the water bottle down and came over to me. "You're going to meet my family."

I punched his chest. "Get out of town!"

"I'm serious. I've already talked to the school and bought our tickets."

I smacked his arm. "Shut up!" I grinned so widely I thought my face would crack. "You did not!"

"I did." He wrapped his arms around me.

"So we're going to Russia?"

"Yes, Roza," Dimitri gave me a tender kiss. "We're going to Russia tomorrow. Pack your bags."

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