Drabble:48
POV:Third Person
Mostly, their training-sessions were strictly-business…then, there were days like this….
The first deviation occurred when Dimitri got distracted. Which led to the next-Rose-for once-managed to pin him to the gym-mat. And that's how exception no.3 came to be.
As Rose sat straddling Dimitri, grinning at her unexpected win, Dimitri simply lay there, studying her face. Before his gaze could make her spontaneously combust, Rose tried distracting him.
"Any more suggestions, Comrade?", she teased him, placing her hands on his chest, about to get up from this very suggestive position. But the moment she touched him, his hands enclosed hers, holding her in place.
"Yes, Roza", he said quietly. "Will you take your hair down for me?"
"Wha-what?", she said uncertainly, sure she'd heard him wrong.
"Let down your hair, Roza.", Dimitri said, releasing her hands, giving her the choice. With shaking hands, Rose complied, her wide eyes fixed onto Dimitri's steady gaze. As soon as her hair was freed from her ponytail, he flipped her over, putting his hands around her to break her fall. Once she was beneath him, and he straddled her, Dimitri removed his hands and leaned back, gazing at her in a way that made her heartbeat race.
"Don't move.", he warned, leaning towards her.
"Dimi-", Rose began, only to be cut off by Dimitri placing his index finger against her lips.
"Do you trust me, Roza?", he asked her slowly, asking her permission for she-wasn't-sure-what.
"I do, but-"
"Do you trust me?", he repeated, this time brushing his lips against hers.
"Yes.", she breathed against him.
"Good. Don't move.", he instructed, softly kissing her lips. "And don't make one sound."
Rose laid there, breathing sharply as Dimitri's lips moved back and forth, placing feather-soft kisses, over her neck and the skin exposed at the top of her T-shirt. His hands traced patterns across her hipbones and waist, making her dizzy.
"Dimitri", Rose whimpered, unable to take it anymore.
"Shh, Roza.", Dimitri said in a voice Rose had never heard before. "If you don't stop, I'm gonna."
"No!", she almost screamed, jerking upwards reflexively. He smiled against her collarbone, and his hands, gently but firmly, pushed her back on the ground. He continued his ministrations, looking up at her every now and then.
"So beautiful.", he murmured, fixing his dark eyes onto hers. "You are so goddamn beautiful, Roza."
"Dear God! Are you trying to kill me?", Rose whined, closing her eyes in pleasure.
"Open your eyes, Rose. I wanna see you."
"Dimitri-", Rose whimpered again, a different need evident in her voice.
"I know, Roza. I know.", Dimitri sighed deeply, then sat up and pulled her to his chest, cradling her against himself. They sat together, catching their breath, and then Rose looked up at him and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
"You got any other moves to show me, Comrade?", she teased.
"All in due time, Rose. Don't be late tomorrow."
"Patience is a virtue, don't you know that, Dimitri?"
"I hadn't realized you were interested in preserving virtues, Roza.", Dimitri winked at her, standing up gracefully.
He helped her up, ignoring her 'who-are-you-and-what-have-you-done-with-Dimitri' look.
"Goodnight, Roza.", he said, dismissing her, heading towards a supply closet.
And Rose? She happily skipped back to her dorm, oblivious to the people looking weirdly at her punch-drunk expression.
I'm so, so sorry for vanishing so suddenly, but I have had an extremely hectic week at the Uni this past week. But thank you for sticking around. And thank you for reading. Don't forget to review!
And I'm drawing a total mental-blank about what 'moment' to pen next, so help me out here, and give me suggestions. Thanks!
Btw, do any of you read poetry? I write (or atleast try to write) poetry, so let me know if you'd like to read some of my original works. Cheers!