Drabble:58
POV:Dimitri
No. No. You absolutely aren't going to touch her.
I chastised myself, trying to think of anything, anything but her.
Don't! Think of something-anything else!
I need to clean up my room, I mused distractedly, watching as she went through the exercise set, rambling about some detention that she had ended up in for disrupting Guardian Alto's class. Stan…that asshole! I swear he held a personal vendetta against my Roza. She isn't mine, I silently corrected myself. Oh Roza…
Think about your room. Think about rearranging your bookshelf, I prompted my mind, trying to stop myself from getting overwhelmed by Roza…how sweet, wonderful and perfect she was. Sighing again, I tried thinking of my room.
But that wasn't helping matters either. Because then, it reminded me of how she'd come to me that night. The caresses. The kisses…..It reminded me of how willing she had been to give herself to me, and how eager I had been to take her. It reminded me of how close we had come to….
No! Stop! Rewind! Go back to cleaning room. She's your student, you moron! I mentally slapped myself, looking on as said student stretched her lean body, supplying my mind with an endless number of perfectly inappropriate fantasies.
She's underage…she's almost as young as Vika. Remember Vika? Your baby sister? How would you feel if some 24 year-old-guy was ogling her? That thought sobered my vivid fantasies. I felt disgusted with my train of thoughts. I shouldn't be having such thoughts about her, but she was oh, so tempting. And I loved her. There, I said it. I loved Roza. Of all the women I had met, I had to go ahead and fall in love with my student. My surprisingly perceptive, impossibly reckless and stunningly beautiful Roza. The woman that I desired, the woman I couldn't have…
Sighing, to hide my pathetic misery, I focused on Rose. Providing instructions for her next exercise set, I continued to observe her, trying my best to keep up my professional, detached façade. She had come so very far in such short a time. And she'd been through so much….and emerged stronger, every time. Who wouldn't fall in love with this girl, I thought to myself. She was beautiful, both from the inside and out. And admirable….and I needed to touch her so, so badly.
This wouldn't do, this wouldn't do at all. I had to stop wanting to touch her, to brush my hand across her cheekbones, to kiss her lips, to smell that scent of her flowery shampoo…no, this wouldn't do at all.
Sighing for the umpteenth time, I ordered Rose to stop. She skipped towards me, towards the gym mats, a hopeful gleam in her eyes. Was she also looking forward to our one-on-one combating as much as I was?
Dashing both our hopes, I suggested we go outside for a run. Disappointment flashed in her eyes momentarily before she shrugged nonchalantly and headed outside. I followed after her, both proud and disappointed at my self-control, and jogged alongside Roza, letting the cold, bitter January wind seep into my soul….
If she did-somehow-trip into me while running, it would only be common courtesy to help her re-orient herself, right?
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