Inspired by "Dress". Rose and Dimitri haven't seen each other in over a month. Rose finds the perfect dress and buys it with the intention of Dimitri being the one to take it off her. Rating: explicit


"That class is going to be the death of me," I complained as I led Lissa out of our last class of the day. I could see Chase, Lissa's other primary guardian at Lehigh, at the end of the hallway and started walking his way, keeping close to Lissa.

She laughed. "It's not that bad."

I made a face but didn't respond as we reached Chase.

"Are you ready to leave for Court?" he asked.

Lissa nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be."

It was my turn to laugh. "You have to go back to being Queen Vasilisa at some point."

Lissa rolled her eyes but didn't say anything. She had gotten used to being queen over the past few years, but each trip back to Court was rough when she only wanted to stay at Lehigh.

Chase and I led Lissa to the car. Lissa slid into the passenger seat, and I climbed into the back while Chase took the driver's seat. The drive to Court passed quickly with little conversation, and Chase drove through the grounds until reaching the garage attached to the palace and Lissa's designated parking spot.

"You both may have the weekend off," Lissa said as we climbed out of the car. "Christian will be back soon, and I don't think we'll need anything until Monday."

Lissa's cheeks turned pink as she spoke, and I held back my smile.

Chase nodded. "Please let us know if you need anything sooner."

Chase disappeared into the palace, and I turned to my best friend.

"Are you excited for Dimitri to be back tonight?" she asked slyly.

"Probably just as excited as you are for Christian to be back," I teased. "Dimitri's taking me out to dinner tonight. Will you help me pick out a dress?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Lissa said, linking her arm through mine. "I'll make a few calls."


An hour later, there were racks of dresses in my size waiting in Lissa's living room.

"Wow, when you say jump, they really jump," I said, glancing at the dresses.

"One benefit of being queen," Lissa said, laughing.

We started looking through the racks, pushing most options aside. I paused at a silky black dress, staring at it before shoving it aside. It reminded me too much of the lust charm dress, and those were memories that I didn't want to dredge up.

After looking through countless racks, I finally heard Lissa call out my name from the other side of the room. I followed her voice until I found her standing by the last rack, a maroon dress in her hand.

"This is your dress!" she exclaimed.

I grabbed it and looked it over. She was right; it was my dress. The dress was made of maroon lace, and it was backless. There was a slight v-cut in the front, ensuring that my chest would look amazing. The dress was shorter than what I was used to, but slowly, a plan started to form in my head, and I smiled.


A few hours later, Lissa had finished helping me get ready and helped me step into the dress. It was as short as it looked, and I would have to be sure not to bend down. Lissa lent me a pair of black heels, and I was stepping into them when we heard the front door open.

"Lissa?" Christian called out.

"In here," she called back.

Christian appeared at the bedroom door a moment later and whistled when he saw me. "Belikov's in for a surprise, I see."

I threw the closest thing I had to me – a pillow – at Christian. He dodged it easily and laughed.

"Is Dimitri out there?" I asked.

Christian shook his head. "He went to go change. He'll be up in a moment."

I nodded, excitement coursing through me.

Lissa gave me another look over and nodded. "You're all good, Rose."

I smiled and hugged her. "I'll leave you two lovebirds now."

Christian threw the pillow back at me, but his aim was off, and I didn't even have to dodge. I laughed as I walked through the living room and into the kitchen. I grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and downed it, knowing we would probably drink wine at dinner. I set my glass in the sink and turned to go back into the living room when I saw Dimitri.

He was standing in the kitchen doorway, silently staring at me. We both took in each other's appearances for the first time in over a month, our gazes appreciative. My hands were shaking from holding back, desperate to touch him. His gaze roamed over me, burning me, as he took in the dress properly.

"Roza," Dimitri whispered, his voice strained.

"Do you like my dress?"

"I love your dress," he said.

I took a couple of steps closer to him. "I bought it for you. Only bought it so you could take it off."

Our lips met in a searing kiss, and I pressed myself as close to him as possible.

"Maybe I should cancel the dinner reservations," Dimitri murmured against my lips before pulling back. "Just take you upstairs and get you out of this."

His fingers had found the edge of the dress, and I whimpered. It had been too long since we had seen each other, and we were both on edge.

Dimitri stepped back before I could kiss him again and ruin our dinner plans. "Later," he promised. "We have all weekend."


As we walked to the restaurant, Dimitri caught me up on everything new that was happening that we had yet to talk about during our near-nightly phone calls. Which were mostly phone sex, if we were being honest with ourselves. We had a couple of minutes to spare before our reservation once we arrived, but the staff could seat us immediately.

Dinner passed quickly, with both of us eager to finish what we had almost started before dinner. After we finished our dessert, the waiter cleared our plates and leaned down to whisper something in Dimitri's ear before walking away.

"What?" I questioned.

Dimitri smiled. "It seems that Lissa took a moment to call ahead and cover our bill."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course she did. Actually, I'm surprised that she pulled herself away from Christian long enough to do that."

Dimitri laughed. "We would be in the same position if not for these dinner plans."

I flushed, shifting in my chair. "I say we get out of here then."

Dimitri nodded, and we both stood from our chairs. I clutched Dimitri's arm as we left the restaurant, and throughout the walk home, glad that the palace wasn't far from the restaurant. I was desperate to get Dimitri back to our apartment and out of his clothes. The door was barely shut behind us before he was pressing me against it, his lips finding mine again. I hitched a leg up, wrapping it around his thigh. A moment later, Dimitri picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he pinned me to the door. The dress's edge had been pushed up so that it was around my hips, and Dimitri's hands gripped my ass, supporting me as we continued to make out against the door.

Dimitri moved his lips to my neck, trailing kisses, and I arched my back. I shifted slightly, just enough to pull my arms through the sleeves, one by one, until the dress fell to my waist, where the rest was bunched up. I wasn't wearing a bra, and my nipples rubbed against the roughness of Dimitri's dress shirt as an agonizing pleasure shot through me.

"Dimitri, please," I whimpered. "It's been so long."

"Hang on tight, Roza," he said, his voice rough.

I wrapped my arms around Dimitri's neck, and Dimitri adjusted his grip on me before walking toward the bedroom. He deposited me on the bed, and I wasted no time getting the dress completely off, leaving me in my thong underwear.

Dimitri was still fully dressed and standing in front of me while I leaned back on the bed, propping myself up with my hands. Instead of walking closer to the bed, Dimitri backed up a few steps until he was in front of the chairs by the window. He sat down, his gaze never leaving mine.

"Touch yourself for me, Roza," Dimitri rasped.

I grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and used it to prop myself up as I sat up with a grin, spreading my legs wider. My hands explored my body, and I pinched my nipples between my thumb and finger as my eyes never left Dimitri's. I moaned as pleasure spiked through me and continued fondling one breast while my other hands traveled further south, dipping into the edge of my underwear. I ran two fingers along my slit, already knowing I was dripping. A moment later, I dipped a finger inside me and heard Dimitri groan, even though he couldn't actually see it.

"Take them off," Dimitri growled, and I obliged.

I shimmied out of the thong and tossed it in his direction. Once it was off, I spread my legs further and made sure to give Dimitri a show as I started fingering myself, slowly at first and then picking up pace. My other hand continued fondling my breast, pinching my nipple occasionally.

"Dimitri!" I cried out as I used my thumb to rub at my clit.

He was next to the bed in an instant. "Is this how you touch yourself when I'm not here?"

I nodded. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me," I whispered. "I need you."

He reached down and grabbed my hand, slowly removing my fingers from my body. "How do you want me, Roza?"

"I don't care," I whined. "Please. Just fuck me."

I heard him unbuckle his pants, the sound of his zipper undoing a moment later. Dimitri climbed onto the bed, still dressed, one arm supporting his weight above me, and pressed his lips to mine as he lined himself up and entered me hard and fast. I cried out against his lips, and Dimitri immediately set a hard and fast pace. The roughness of his clothes rubbed at my overly sensitive skin, pushing me closer to my release.

"Come with me, Roza," Dimitri demanded a few thrusts later, his free hand traveling down to rub my clit.

I cried out again as he slammed back into me, and my orgasm washed through me, my legs cramping as starbursts flashed behind my closed eyes. Dimitri worked me through the orgasm, spilling into me a moment later. Gently, Dimitri pulled out and quickly shed his clothing before pulling me into his arms.

"Roza?"

"Hm?" I responded, barely able to form words.

"How do you feel? Good?"

I nodded. "Yes," I whispered. "Thank you."

Dimitri kissed my head. "Anything for you, Roza. Sleep now. We have the whole weekend ahead of us."