BACK TO THE START
by MAMBFF
Disclaimer: The rights to "Vampire Academy" belong to Richelle Mead.
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Chapter 2: "Delicate Weave"
~VA BTTS VA~
The sun was peeking past my closed blinds, alerting me to the fact that it was the middle of the day, at least I assumed so based on the time I likely fell asleep.
I didn't actually get into bed until almost 2:30AM. By the time Dimitri dropped me off, we'd spent time in his car talking and making out. Then, when I was in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about him. His lips, his hands, his smile, his dimples, and the way the scruff on his face gently scratched against me in the most delicious way. I kept trailing my hands over my body where he'd touched me and over the spots where he left his mark. I bit my lip, giggling at the memory. But I would have to get him to stop leaving hickeys so visible. There was a new one on my neck from our make out session in his car.
It took forever for me to fall asleep because my mind wouldn't stop fixating on him. The last time I'd glanced at the clock, it was 4:37AM. The clock now read 12:52PM. With a huff, I kicked my blankets off and rolled out of bed, heading to the kitchen.
I didn't even hear if Lissa came home last night, so I assumed she'd spent the night with Christian. As I wandered into the kitchen, she was standing at the island, pouring a cup of coffee.
"Look who's finally home." I goaded with a smile as she handed me a cup. "So, how was your night with Christian?" I teased while sipping from the coffee she'd poured for me.
I used to hate the stuff and would only really drink hot chocolate or tea, but during collage, I needed the pick me up sometimes. This morning, or afternoon rather was one of those times.
"Really nice." She blushed.
"Did you guys, ya know… do it?" I snickered.
"Rose!" She admonished, but she wasn't really scolding me. "We fooled around, definitely." She confirmed.
"Are you going to their show tonight?"
"Yeah, he's going to pick me up." She confirmed with a smile. "What about you? What time did you get home?"
I summarized my night after we'd separated at 'The Academy', and was about to go have a shower and get dressed when my phone buzzed next to me on the counter.
"Fuck." I mumbled, reading over the message.
"What is it?" Lissa asked.
"Nathan." I grumbled.
"Your old boss? What does he want?"
It would appear that in order to receive my final paycheck, I would have to hand in my uniform, otherwise the cost of said uniform would come out of that last paycheck and would then be mailed to me. Those stuffy ass costumes were fucking expensive.
"I can't believe this." I griped.
"Just hand it in, what's the problem with that?" Lissa questioned.
"The problem is, he can only meet with me tonight at 9PM. Meaning my dinner date with Dimitri won't be happening." I explained. "I'm so irritated. He just ruined my night."
"Does it have to be tonight?" She questioned.
"Yes, because if I don't, then tomorrow he's just going to charge me for the fucking joke of a uniform anyway." I replied irritably.
"Rose, Dimitri will understand, besides you'll see him later for his show." She reasoned.
"I know, but fuck." I uttered, replying to Nathan that I would see him at his allocated time.
"Go call Dimitri, let him know." She urged.
I grabbed my coffee dejectedly, and headed back to my bedroom. After closing the door, I set my coffee on the bedside table, I quickly made the bed before lying across it and pulled up his contact info on my phone. To call or to facetime…that is the question. Jumping up, I ran to my ensuite bathroom and took a quick look in the mirror. I looked freshly dishevelled from sleep, but not too abysmal. I tried to tame my hair a little first though.
"Facetime it is." I grinned tapping the video icon as I reclined against my pillows.
"Hello?" A sleepy voice rumbled deeply when the call connected.
"Morning, Comrade…more like afternoon." I giggled. He was fumbling with his phone when his face finally appeared on my screen. His eyes still half closed.
He looked so deliciously sleepy and sweet; I wished I was next to him.
"Roza," He grinned, running a hand through his unruly hair. "You look beautiful." He smiled charmingly, waking up a bit more.
I smiled at the compliment, biting my lip. "Did I wake you?" I questioned, playing with the ends of my hair, trying to untangle some of the curls.
"Yes, but this is the best way to wake up." He smirked. "I couldn't fall asleep." He added. "Someone was on my mind." He hinted, licking at his lips. He was probably thirsty after just waking.
He was laying on his stomach, his phone in front of him and his arm wrapped around a pillow.
"I really wish I was that pillow right now," I blurted. More of my verbal vomit making itself known.
He laughed, loudly. "So do I, Roza. God, so do I." He smiled, moving his arm from around the pillow and using his hand to prop up his head.
"I have some bad news." I started, sticking out my lower lip in a pout.
"What's wrong?" He asked, as he frowned slightly.
"I have to go back to 'Moroi Royal' tonight, hand in my uniform…" I explained adding in the details about how if I didn't it would cost me. "So that means I won't be able to meet you for dinner." I added, sadly.
"Are you still coming to the show?" He asked.
"Of course, Comrade." I alleviated. I think he was actually worried I wasn't going to show. "I'll meet you there." I confirmed as his eyes met mine before I felt them trail down.
Angling my phone lower, I started pulling my sleep shirt up until he could see the underside of my breasts.
"Fuck, Roza." He growled. The sound sent shivers through me, and I could feel it between my legs.
"What are you wearing in bed there, Comrade?" I flirted, pulling the shirt above my breasts now so he could see them fully. My nipples hardened immediately at the cool air in the room.
"Absolutely nothing." He murmured biting his lip. I watched as his eyes moved over my breasts, and I cupped one, pulling on the nipple. "You are so fucking gorgeous, Roza." He added, his eyes watching me touch myself. He turned over and pulled the blankets off. His camera rotated and he angled it down his naked body.
I bit my lip when I saw his cock at half-mast and I licked my lips at the memory of him sliding between my lips last night. "This fucking sucks." I grumbled as the image on my screen shook from his laughter.
"Thanks, love, that makes me feel great." He laughed, shuffling with the blankets again.
"That's not what I meant, Dimitri, I just wanted to see you sooner, and now it will be late when I do." I sulked. "Dammit, now I'm just really wishing I was your bed sheets." I whined.
He fumbled with his phone once more until his face was back in view. "I'll miss you." He smirked.
"I already do." I pouted.
"Don't pout, sweetheart, I'll see you tonight." He affirmed.
"Where should I meet you when I get there?"
"The green room." He grinned.
"Do you need to put my name on the list?" I asked bashfully, righting my shirt to its normal position.
"I'm going to need to know your last name first." He smiled as he ran a hand through his hair once more. It flopped back over his forehead a bit and I really wanted to brush my hands through it.
I chuckled, "I can't believe we've practically seen each other naked and still don't know each other's last names."
He smiled widely, "Belikov." He announced with a delicious growl to his voice.
"Hathaway." I replied with a smile.
"I'll add you to the list, sweetheart." He smiled.
"See you tonight."
We finally disconnected a few moments later and I downed the rest of my now cold coffee before heading for a shower.
It would have been great if we could have met up before my meeting with Nathan, but Lissa and I had errands to run and chores to do. Like grocery shopping for the week, doing some laundry and cleaning the apartment. This was part of our regular weekly routine.
"Liss?" I called after putting away the groceries.
We split the chores, and I did the grocery shop while Lissa dealt with our laundry. Being a personal trainer, I normally like to eat well. So, it made sense for me to handle the groceries. Although, last night was a splurge when it came to dinner and according to my conversation with Dimitri in his car last night, between kisses of course, Fridays were the only nights that he ate a little unhealthy as well.
"In here!" She called from our small laundry room next to the bathroom which was off of the kitchen.
We each had our own ensuite bathrooms attached to our bedrooms, which was great, and a third for guests. But the storage in that third bathroom was perfect for storing extra bottles of stuff like bodywash, shampoo, and toothpaste.
"Hey, I finished with the groceries, so I'm going to dust everything and then vacuum, can you handle the garbage?"
She nodded in acquiescence, as she finished folding some of the newly dry clothes.
Just as I was putting the vacuum back in the hall closet, Lissa returned after dumping the garbage.
"I feel like I need another shower." I grumbled, pulling at my t-shirt as it stuck to the thin film of sweat covering my chest.
"Might as well, I feel like it too." She replied. "Despite cleaning, I always feel so dirty after." She laughed.
I smiled at the truth of her statement. "What do you want for dinner? I posed. "I left out some chicken."
"Christian is picking me up for dinner." She reminded me.
"Right, I forgot. Cooking for one then." I amended.
We went our separate ways to shower and afterwards I threw on some comfy yoga pants and a t-shirt. I would dress for the evening later. The oven was preheating for the chicken and I was washing some veggies when the buzzer echoed signalling that someone was at the front door of the building.
I headed over to the intercom. "Yeah?" I asked, pressing the call button.
"Rose, it's Christian." He supplied. I buzzed him in without another word and then opened the front door for him before heading back to the kitchen.
"Hello?" He called.
"In here," I responded as I set the chicken in the oven to bake. "Lissa's just getting ready." I smiled.
"Cool," He smiled, shoving his hands in his pants pockets awkwardly.
"What time are you guys heading to the bar?" I questioned, washing my hands after touching raw chicken.
"We meet up close to 9PM to do a basic soundcheck, then another band takes the stage before us." He explained.
There was a quiet pause as neither of us really knew what to say next. "You mind if I use the bathroom?" He asked.
"Of course," I replied, directing him to the guest bath.
Christian only took a few minutes before sauntering back into the kitchen. "Dimitri told me about you having to go back to that uppity lounge again." He stated, apparently trying to make small talk.
"Yeah, but if I don't, then I have to pay for their stuck up uniform and that shit costs like $150. It's ridiculous." I relayed. "Can I ask you something?" I added.
"Sure," He smiled politely.
"I've never seen any of the other bands in the green room. Any reason for that?"
"Well technically, we're the 'headliner'," He informed, using air quotes. "There's a new band each night of the week, so they get to use the room then, but when we're in house…" He trailed off
"It's yours." I nodded in understanding as Lissa strolled into the room.
Christian's face lit up at the sight of her and it made me smile.
"Hi," She blushed as he kissed her cheek.
"You look amazing." He complimented.
"I'll see you guys later tonight." I interjected as they waved their goodbye's, leaving me to my dinner.
It was nice to have the quiet for a change. I was reminded of something Lissa had said last night about 'Stakes of Fire' having a Spotify artists page. I opened the app on my phone and found them through a quick search. Adding them to my library, I put their catalog on shuffle. Dimitri's voice enveloped me in a way that gave me chills. He had this reverberation to his voice and I could feel it resonate all over my body, right through to my core.
Swaying my hips to the music, I plated my dinner and ate quickly before cleaning up. Now I'd have to decide what to wear tonight. I was seeing Nathan first, so I didn't want to be dressed in anything too revealing like I was last night, but being that I was going to be seeing Dimitri, I wanted to look sexy as well.
I knew Lissa was with Christian, but she'd offer up advice, so I texted her.
Rose: Help!
Lissa: Wear your jeans and that cropped t-shirt.
She fucking read my mind.
Rose: Why the crop top and not something sexier?
Lissa: The crop top will allow for him to run his hands over your bare skin. :P Plus, it will hide the other hickeys on your neck.
I could feel her smirking at that last comment but she was so right. Sometimes going simple is so much sexier and that worked for me. It was also much more in my comfort zone.
Rose: Thank you. Sorry for interrupting.
Lissa: See you tonight! :)
Dressed in my dark wash jeans, and light grey cropped t-shirt that bared some of my stomach, I pulled on my same boots from last night and my leather jacket. Assessing my appearance in the full-length mirror next to my dresser, I noticed that my hair was being more cooperative after a second shower.
"Not bad," I said to myself.
Checking to be sure my uniform was in a clean bag, freshly washed and ironed by Lissa might I add, I gripped it my hand and headed out. My walk to 'Moroi Royal' was slow going as I was dreading having to deal with Nathan. That man was such a prick. Blaming me for Jesse's sexual assault attempts was a regular thing for him. But God forbid he protect the employee that was assaulted in the first place.
Just as I was about to enter the building, my cell phone starting ringing. Checking the display, I saw that it was Lissa and took the call.
"Liss?" I answered.
"Hey, are you in your meeting still?" She asked, sounding a little frazzled. "Sorry if I'm interrupting," She stopped.
"No, I'm just about to go in, why? What's wrong?" I pressed, as I waited in the back lot behind the lounge.
She let me know that the guys were doing their sound check and Lissa blew out a breath before speaking. It would appear that Christian's Aunt, Tasha, was in town and Christian let Lissa know about her obsession with Dimitri. She wanted to warn me about her and to appease any fears because according to Christian, as much as he loved his aunt, she was a piece of work when it came to Dimitri.
"So, what, did they like fuck or something and she's holding on to possibilities?" I questioned as I started pacing.
"No, that's just it!" She exclaimed. "Sorry, she just passed by me, gimme a sec." She uttered. There was some shuffling and then the background noise around her dissipated.
"Liss? I have to go soon." I informed.
"Right, okay but just one last thing." She started. "Christian said that Dimitri won't touch her with a ten-foot-pole. She's just infatuated with him and they've never done anything. The problem is she insinuates to others that things have happened with Dimitri that never have and she will be sickly sweet to your face about it." She rambled.
"Okay, I get it." I replied, running a hand through my hair in irritation at a new complication. "Just… I have to go or I will be late." I replied. "Thank you though, I'll see you soon." I finished, disconnecting the call.
I ran my hands through my hair again, just knowing that this woman was going to irritate the shit out of me. Even though Dimitri and I were already getting hot and heavy and he'd been very clear about his interest in me, that didn't mean he was mine. Even if I wanted him to be. Now, I was worried about having to smack a bitch, if necessary, and I really could give a damn if it was Christian's aunt or not.
Collecting myself, I walked in the back door and headed to Nathan's office. It was 8:56PM so I was early but not by much. Knocking on the door I waited to be allowed entry.
"What!?" He called with an edge to his voice. It made me shudder in the worst way as I opened the door reluctantly.
"Hathaway." He grumbled. "Let's see it." He ordered, clearly already on a short fuse. I handed over the bag.
He took forever inspecting the damn thing and when he finally deemed it in 'okay shape', he handed over my cheque. I looked at it briefly, making sure he didn't short-change me.
"You're lucky Mr. Zeklos didn't press charges!" He threatened.
"Really?" I laughed. "You're lucky, with everyone in that lounge as a witness I didn't press charges for sexual assault against Jesse and charges against you for conspiracy for concealing his previous assaults." I refuted. "You could be charged as an accessory." I shouted before pocketing the cheque and storming out. I headed down the hallway and exited out the back door absolutely fuming. Nathan hollering after me like an idiot.
Once outside, I kicked the door shut as I bent over, hands on my knees trying to catch my breath. The audacity of that asshole. I was so angry I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, but pushed them back. As I started to walk away, the back door flew open and a figure loomed over me.
It took me a moment to realize it was Jesse. I couldn't stop the laugh that exploded up out of me at the brace around his nose and the splint around the… wow, four fingers I managed to break.
"That's," I snorted. ", that's a really good look on you." I chuckled, pointing at his new accessories.
He snarled, stepping closer. I might have taken him by surprise last night, but he was still a lot bigger than I was and a sense of panic flooded me.
"You little bitch. Who the fuck do you think you are!" He growled threateningly.
He charged at me and I felt his fist strike the left side of my face before I could move out of the way fast enough. He managed to get in another hard hit causing me to stumble before I could back away out of his reach. I didn't have much in the way of self-defence, so I did the first thing I could think of. I kicked him in the balls, grabbed his injured hand and bent those fingers back, again, then ran. I could hear his finger splint clanking to the ground and I kept on running.
Rounding the corner to the front of the building, I could feel blood start to drip and tried to stop it. He'd managed to cut me somehow. I headed to the nearest bus stop and sighed in relief as one was rolling up at that very moment. I stepped up and paid the fare, and plunked myself down in the first seat I saw. It would take at least ten minutes to get to the bar so I pulled out my phone and texted Dimitri.
Rose: I'm on my way.
He didn't reply, so I assumed he was still busy with the sound check. Worst case, he was dealing with 'Aunt Tasha'. I grumbled inaudibly at the thought.
Someone nudged my shoulder and I looked over to see a little old lady handing me a couple tissues.
"Thank you," I smiled. She nodded at me sadly as I pressed it to my face, hoping it was enough to catch the blood.
The bus stopped a block away from the bar, and as I walked up, I could see the line to get in was really long. As I approached the special 'VIP rope', the same guy from last night was there.
"Well, well, look who it is, Little hottie." He smiled before noticing my face. "Shit, are you okay?" He asked with genuine concern.
"I'm on the list, Rose Hathaway." I relayed, disregarding his question.
Wordlessly, he pulled back the rope and allowed me to pass. I ignored everyone I passed and headed straight for the green room. I couldn't be sure if it was the flashing lights in the bar from the small dance area or from the two hits Jesse managed to get in, but I was starting to see spots. I stumbled for a moment, catching myself against the wall at the start of the hallway.
"Rose?" I heard behind me. Turning around, I saw Ivan approaching.
"Damn! What happened?" He asked in concern. "Never mind, come on. Dimitri's this way." He stated, helping me to the green room.
When he opened the door, the lights were even brighter and hurt my eyes. I squinted, trying to find Dimitri.
"Roza!" I heard before everything went dark.
My face was cold and it made me shiver. When I finally peeled my eyes open, I found myself lying on a couch in the green room. Dimitri was sitting next to me on the floor, holding an ice pack to my face.
"How long was I out?" I murmured, trying to move.
"Only about five minutes." He replied, helping me to sit up as he stood. "What happened, sweetheart?" He questioned, cupping my cheek when he crouched in front of me. His face was creased in worry and I felt my lip tremble.
I summarized my meeting with Nathan and then the interaction with Jesse. Dimitri growled in anger standing to his full height and clenching his fists. I reached up, caressing his forearm.
"Sit, Comrade. You're making my neck hurt looking up at you." I jibed.
He smiled sadly and sat next to me, pulling me into his arms. Although, I don't know if it was more to comfort him than it was me.
"I'm okay." I murmured against his shoulder, loving the feeling of his arms wrapped around me protectively. I wound my arms over his shoulders and held on.
I pulled back after a few moments. "Lissa called me earlier." I started.
"And?" He pressed, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. I could feel his eyes on my fresh wound.
"She told me that you have some issues with Christian's aunt." I explained.
He tilted his head back against the couch and let out an exasperated breath. "That's an understatement." He conveyed. "Ever since she first met me when Christian and I first starting hanging out, she's been very forward in her…admirations." He concluded.
Even though Lissa said they didn't have a sexual history, I wanted to hear it from him. "So, you guys never you know, slept together." I asked timidly.
"Fuck, no." He grimaced. I laughed at the expression on his face.
"What, is she ugly or something?" I teased.
"She's attractive." He admitted. "For her age." He elaborated, his eyes meeting mine.
He explained that she was at least ten years older than him but liked to dress and act as if she was still in her twenties. While she was a lovely person and intelligent, her constant pawing at him was very tiresome and he was clearly too much of a gentleman to be an asshole about it.
"Rose!" I heard as Lissa came rushing in, followed by Christian, Eddie and Mason, and who I could only assume was Tasha. "Ivan told us you fainted, what happened?" She rushed out worriedly as Dimitri helped me to sit beside him on the couch so Lissa could hug me. She assessed my face with a small frown. She signalled to Christian and he handed her a bottle of water. She in turn handed it to me with a look that said, 'drink'.
I downed half the bottle just to make her happy while Dimitri summarized for everyone what had happened, so I wouldn't have to repeat myself. I was really doing okay. Everyone was fretting too much.
"You guys, please, really I'm fine." I pushed back. I was starting to feel crowded and I could feel Tasha staring me down.
"Why don't we give Rose some space to get herself together," Christian interjected. "We'll meet you out there?" he added, looking to Dimitri. He led first Tasha, then Lissa, Mason and Eddie out. Apparently, he was the only one to read the tension in the room.
He turned back to Dimitri, "Set the alarm on your phone, we still have an hour and ten minutes." Christian suggested as Dimitri followed and locked the door after them.
Silently, he pulled his phone from his jeans and appeared to set a timer before slipping it back into his pocket. Kneeling down in front of me as I sat on the couch, his eyes met mine. "You scared me, Roza." He admitted, "When I saw you drop like that…" He trailed off wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head in my lap.
I ran my fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry," I mumbled, feeling the tears finally start.
"Shhh, sweetheart," He comforted me. I felt myself being lifted, as he sat down, placing me on his lap, sideways. But I readjusted, and straddled him instead, tucking my head against his neck as his arms came around me. His hands resting against my lower back. While mine wound around his shoulders, playing with the hair at the back of his neck.
My chest heaved suddenly as I tried to stop it but the tears came and I finally broke down. "You're safe." He murmured, running his hands along my back and through my hair consolingly.
I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but the tears finally slowed down. I pulled back to look at him and he brushed the remnants of tears from my cheeks with his thumbs and smiled sadly at me, assessing my injury.
"Bastard got you good." He mumbled. "The bleeding stopped at least." He added before his eyes met mine, his hands on my hips.
"You know," I started, feeling flirty. "I've been here for like a half hour now, and you still haven't kissed me." I pointed out, shifting closer.
He grinned as he leaned forward and tenderly pressed his lips to mine, cupping my face in his hands softly. It was slow and unhurried, but felt so good as he ran his tongue alongside mine teasingly. When we finally parted, it was because the need to breath won out.
His eyes met mine as he ran a hand through my hair, toying with some of the curls at the end. "Will you come to the bathroom, let me clean that up?" He asked, pointing to the cut near my temple.
I nodded and climbed from his lap. When we reached the bathroom, he lifted me to sit on the counter and I shrieked in surprise.
"Sorry, I wasn't expecting that." I laughed, my hands resting on his hips as he stood between my spread legs.
Seems he already had the first aid kit out and ready to go as he pulled out a disinfectant wipe and gently ran it over the open wound. It stung and I winced, but he gently blew air over the sting.
"Do you want a small band-aid?" He questioned.
"Do you think it needs one?" I retorted. I hadn't even looked at myself yet, so I had no idea how bad it was.
"It should be okay." He smiled brushing some hair behind my ear, and kissing my cheek. "Have a look." He urged.
I turned to the mirror and sucked in a breath of surprise. The left side of my face from the top of my cheek bone and up to my temple into my hairline was discoloured and the bruising was likely to get worse.
"Fuck, that little shit!" I scowled. "I look terrible." I whined.
"You look beautiful." He interjected, cupping my face and pressing his lips to mine passionately.
"You're biased." I teased, when we parted, my eyes met his. He had such a reverent look on his face, as if I was the most delicate thing he'd ever beheld.
"It will heal, Roza." He replied, bending to kiss me once more.
The next thing I knew, he'd gripped my legs and wrapped them around his waist and was walking us back into the main room. He sunk down onto the couch with me still straddling him. I shrugged off my jacket and tossed it next to me before wrapping my arms over his shoulders and raking one hand up into his hair, gently scratching his scalp.
"Roza," He growled, his lips moving to my neck. He pulled back sadly, seemingly frustrated.
"What's wrong?" I asked when I saw the look on his face.
"This shirt is very limiting." He stated disdainfully as he tugged at the neckline.
I giggled, "Don't worry, Comrade." I grinned. "It goes up instead." I laughed, pulling his hands from my hips and placing them under my shirt.
Immediately, his hands cupped my breasts and he was clearly surprised and very happy to find no bra in the way. He ran his thumbs over my nipples; they hardened instantly. I pressed myself more firmly into his hands as I moved to kiss his neck this time. One of his hands trailed around to my back and ran up and down my spine. His fingers ghosting along my flesh causing my skin to explode in goosebumps.
"Fucking hell, Roza. We definitely do not have time for that tonight." He whined adorably.
I couldn't stop the giggles that bubbled up at the down trodden look on his face.
"We're going to have to plan a date where we're not doing something sexual in the green room." I reasoned. That caused him to tilt his head back and chuckle boisterously.
When the laughter died down, my eyes met his and he pulled me closer again, fusing his lips to mine.
"I really, really love kissing you." He confessed and I smiled as he splayed both hands on my back under my shirt, pulling me closer.
"Me too, Comrade." In the course of our make-out session, his shirt ended up beside me on the couch and I trailed my hands over his chest, and around his back once more, gently scratching my nails over his arms.
Just as I was about to move back in for another kiss, the door that led to the stage burst open and Christian came rushing in.
"What's wrong?" Dimitri asked, noting the look on Christian's face. He sat forward but held me steady as he waited for his reply.
"We have a problem." He began. "More like you do." He reiterated, looking at Dimitri. "Aunt Tasha is talking shit." He relayed regretfully. "Lissa knows but I don't know how to handle this. I mean the show…" He trailed off, leaving something hanging in the air, but Dimitri seemed to know what it was.
I didn't press for an answer, and figured they'd handle it.
"Jesus Christ," Dimitri mumbled in frustration, running his hands over his face. That's when I saw it and I bit my lip. I'd left my mark on him this time.
"I have no qualms about smacking a bitch." I interjected, in all seriousness.
Both Dimitri and Christian started laughing their asses off and I climbed off of Dimitri's lap.
"She would deserve it." Christian stated, low-key giving his approval if it came to that.
Dimitri pulled his shirt back on. Thankfully it wasn't one that would get wrinkled. It was another Henley shirt only short-sleeved this time, showing off his biceps.
"You look so hot right now." I blurted. Dimitri winked at me and leaned over to kiss my cheek before turning his attention to Christian.
"Tasha is going on and on to Lissa right now, insinuating shit." Christian explained.
"Lissa called me before my meeting." I started. I explained what she'd shared with me at that time. "She's just here for tonight's show, right?" You can handle her." I supplied, trying to be supportive as I rested my hands on his hips and looked up to him. "And Lissa will take it in stride, you did warn her." I confirmed, looking to Christian.
"I just don't want to have to deal with her groping at me." Dimitri whined adorably, running his hands over his face and back through his hair, causing it to stick up in spots.
"I'll be your guardian." I smirked. "I'll stay up on the stage like last night. Protect you with all this muscle." I teased, striking a pose and showing off my minimal bicep formation. He smiled sweetly and pinched lightly at my lack of muscle. "Besides," I added, dropping my arms. "I don't want to risk another fainting spell being around all your crazed fans." I conspired.
"No, wait you're not going to faint again, are you?" Dimitri asked with real concern. The look on his face was that of real apprehension.
"No, Comrade, I promise. I'm perfectly fine now." I reassured, leaning up to kiss him. "Besides, I've left my mark on you this time." I smirked, pointing to his neck as I threw him a wink.
He turned to the mirror and ran his hand over the purplish bruise under his jaw line and smiled, proudly.
His gaze met mine, "That's my girl," He teased kissing me once more just as the timer on his phone ignited, sending its shrill alarm through the room.
"Fuck!" I called in surprise at the sound. Dimitri linked our hands, our fingers intertwining as we followed Christian out the door and towards the stage.
We allowed for Christian to enter the stage area first. I tugged on Dimitri's hand, holding him back for a few moments.
"Don't even look her way." I started. "She's looking for attention." I reasoned.
"You're mine." He growled into my neck, kissing the soft spot under my ear.
"Maybe I'll just have to point out to 'Aunt Tasha' that you're taken." I added, spitting her name from my mouth. I hadn't even met her officially yet and I hated her already. He nodded in agreement, leaning over and kissing my unbruised temple then pulled me by my hand leading me through the door.
The other band was still finishing up their set. Christian, Eddie and Mason were standing to the side with us watching their show. Mason had seemed to cool off too and wasn't staring at me anymore with jealous looks. Which was a relief. I could only assume that Dimitri talked to him.
I could feel the tension in Dimitri and I knew it was because of the possibility of having to deal with Tasha's antics. I moved to stand in front of him. My back was flush against his front and I pulled his arms around me and placed his hands on my stomach, just under my shirt so he felt nothing but skin. His thumbs traced the underside of my breasts as he nuzzled my neck and crooned in my ear.
"What are you doing?" He queried and I could feel his lips on my neck.
"Being your guardian." Smirked, turning to meet his gaze. He laughed gently as he kissed my cheek and smiled wide before standing more upright, his arms now hanging down over my shoulders and folding them over my chest as I held his forearms and gently swayed to the music. My ass brushed against the front of his jeans and I felt his arms tense slightly.
"Roza," He cautioned.
"Sorry, Comrade." I tittered. He kissed the top of my head as I leaned back into him once more.
Discreetly, I looked out to the audience and spotted Lissa. I could only assume that Tasha was the one sitting with her and I took in her appearance. She had long raven-black, straight hair and seemed incredibly too skinny from this angle. I couldn't see her face clearly but from the side, she could pass for someone younger than her mid-40s. But without seeing her face, it was hard to tell.
Lissa saw me looking her way and smiled in acknowledgement before downing what was left in her wine glass. Clearly Lissa was not enjoying her company. I turned back to Tasha and could finally see that she seemed agitated as she continued to talk at Lissa, not to her, while waving her hands erratically. I was hoping it was because of the clear affection Dimitri and I were showing to one another. But I felt bad that Lissa was sitting through it.
I could understand Dimitri's stance, he didn't want to be an asshole to her about it. But if roles were reversed and it was a woman receiving unwanted advances from a man, there would be no doubt that the words 'sexual harassment', or even 'sexual assault', would weave themselves into the situation.
My attention was drawn back to the stage as the current band finally finished their set. We all applauded as they made their way off stage. Heading in our direction, I moved to the side to allow them to pass. But they didn't go through the door to the green room but down a thin set of stairs against the wall that led down to the make-shift dance area where the fans gathered. I recalled Christian's comment from earlier in our apartment about how they were the headliner's making the green room, essentially theirs.
Ivan jumped on stage, and pumped up the crowd once more as he introduced the guys. I turned in Dimitri's arms and he kissed me sweetly before swatting my ass and heading to the microphone. I tried to look affronted but I really enjoyed that. Especially at the thought that Tasha was watching it.
"How's everyone doing tonight!?" Dimitri called into the crowd. The roars and screams in reply were deafening and I moved back closer to the wall next to the door.
I glanced at Lissa and Tasha. Lissa wasn't aware of me anymore as her eyes were focused on Christian as he settled behind his drum kit. Tasha on the other hand was staring at me fiercely. I tried not to look at her but I understood what Dimitri meant now when he referred to age. She might have been in her mid-40's but she actually looked a bit older than that. Plastic surgery? I wondered. She wore way too much make up as well. Charcoal black around her eyes, thick mascara and dark red lips. If she thought she was hiding her age, she was so wrong. If anything, she was making it more clear just how old she was.
They dived into their set with such intensity and Dimitri was really getting into some of the songs. There was a small break as they set up for their last song of the night. He grabbed one of the bottles of water that Ivan had left at the front of the stage for them. He opened it and poured it over his head before tossing the empty bottle into the crowd. I watched, amused as girls screamed and grabbed for it.
When I looked up again, he was staring at me. My girly bits felt that as I watched him intently. Water saturated his shirt and he shook his head to get rid of the excess drops. His eyes met mine for one moment more before he turned back to the crowd. I looked down to my feet trying to hide my blush. All this man was doing was performing some songs and it was making me so incredibly excited. I rubbed my thighs together, wanting to feel him between my legs so badly.
My attention was drawn back to Dimitri when I heard my name.
"Thanks to my Roza, for being here tonight." He winked at me and felt my body flush at his attention. "Christian," He called, extending an arm behind him as Christian stood behind his drum kit. A roar of catcalls followed as he waved at the crowd before he sat back down. "Well," He continued. "We thought this cover would be fitting for our girls. So, this one's for you." He grinned slyly, as Christian counted them in. I glanced at Lissa and she had a smile, a mile wide on her face. Tasha's face was contorted and she looked like she'd bit a lemon.
The song started out with Eddie's lead guitar at a slower tempo and I swayed my hips listening to Dimitri croon the lyrics. The beginning lines stood out in particular.
'I need you right here, by my side
You're everything I'm not in my life.
We're indestructible, we are untouchable
Nothing can take us down tonight
You are so beautiful, it should be criminal
That you could be mine.'
I was starting to wonder when they planned this because the lyrics were a little too fitting for tonight's escapades. I recognized the song as a cover of 'No Matter What' by Papa Roach.
When the final notes rang out, the guys joined hands and gave a collective bow. I hooted and hollered, clapping my hands like a fan girl. There was quite the crowd in front of the stage, and I saw Ivan hand over something to Eddie at the far side of the stage. I realized they were 'Sharpie' markers, for autographs.
One girl pushed her way forward and handed Dimitri was looked like the water bottle he'd tossed earlier and I giggled. A lot of the fans, some who were older woman, were trying to stuff their cleavage in the guy's faces and I laughed at their failed attempts to get attention from Christian and Dimitri. Although, Eddie and Mason were happy to oblige. I watched and admired how gracious he was with his fans. I couldn't imagine how they didn't have a record deal with the kind of appeal they clearly had.
"Hey," I heard and looked over to see Lissa joining me on stage.
"Hey, where's the aunt?" I questioned, peering behind her.
"Bathroom." She replied simply. "I can't stand her." She harumphed.
"Christian said she'd started talking shit to you, insinuating, was the word he'd used." I relayed.
"That woman is pathetically desperate. I don't get why they just don't tell her to fuck off." Lissa swore.
"Lissa!" I laughed. She never swore and it took a lot get her upset enough to do so.
"I just hate that she's trying to cause trouble." She explained.
"I get it, but look, we're all aware of it. She won't win at this game she's playing." I consoled.
"She's too convincing though." She stated. "Before Christian warned me, I was believing her." She admitted.
"Nothing we can do. If she tries something I won't hesitate to put her in her place. I mean... shit." I paused, "Lissa, that performance was literally a fucking neon sign saying 'taken'," I announced, hands raised over my head to dramatize the size of the signal Dimitri was clearly sending.
She nodded in agreement. "You know, you guys were too cute to watch earlier." She giggled. "When he was standing behind you, arms around you," She paused. "Tasha went ape shit, mumbling crap like 'piece on the side'. It was rather insulting actually." Lissa finished as she seemed to rethink the comments.
"Yeah, she wishes." I jested, bumping her shoulder with mine.
"I mean from what Christian has told me; Dimitri was literally like a monk before you came along. No joke."
"He did mention that." I smiled as we continued to watch them sign autographs.
"I guess when you meet that someone special, you just know." She complimented.
"I'm falling so fast for him, Liss." I confessed. "It's a little scary." I added.
"Take it from someone witnessing it and trust me when I say he clearly feels the same." She comforted.
"Did I mention how glad I am you met Christian?" I laughed. She snickered in return.
"God, he's so perfect." She smiled dreamily.
Ivan jumped back up and headed to the microphone and announced that you could purchase 'Stakes of Fire', current album at the bar and they would be back next Friday and Saturday night for more live shows.
"Are you going home with Christian, tonight?" I baited. I knew she wanted to screw him like yesterday but she wanted to get to know him more first.
"I think I might, yeah." She confirmed, blushing. "Same for you and Dimitri?" She asked.
"I want to, but he works tomorrow. I don't know when though." I admitted. "I don't want to screw up his routine, you know." I replied with hesitation.
"You'll figure it out." She nodded.
"Hello!" An irritating voice screeched. I gritted my teeth before plastering a smile on my face and turning around to find Tasha behind me.
"Yes?" I asked stupidly.
Tasha's eyes raked over me, "Oh my, what happened to your face there?" She questioned without an ounce of authentic concern.
"Some asshole assaulted me." I stated plainly. "And you are?" I asked without actually giving a shit.
"Oh! I'm Tasha, Christian's aunt. I'm sure Dimka has mentioned me." She tittered.
"Dimka?" I asked, perplexed.
"Just a nickname we have between us. Short for Dimitri." She explained. "We go way back," She insinuated. There it was, that 'insinuation'. Wow sweetheart, you're delusional, I thought.
"How nice for you." I smiled sweetly. "He hasn't mentioned you at all." I paused. I know for a fact Dimitri mentioned her. Just not in the way she wished he had. "Although," I continued, "I think he really likes my nickname for him." I laughed. Lissa couldn't hold back and snickered loudly. She could read my sarcastic mood a mile away. Tasha was trying to make herself seem so important to Dimitri and she really wasn't.
"What name would that be?" Tasha spat out, trying to keep her clear jealousy at bay.
"Well, she has two actually." Lissa informed as if bringing Tasha in on some secret 'girlfriend' confidence. They were the 'best of friends now', puke. Lissa glanced at me with a smirk.
"I started out with 'Russian God', I mean for obvious reasons, am I right?" I smiled mischievously. ", and I switch from that to 'Comrade'. He seems to respond to both, if you catch my drift." I taunted.
Watching this woman squirm angrily over a few words and nicknames was kind of fun to watch.
I felt him before he even spoke. "Roza," He murmured, wrapping his arms around me from behind and burying his face in my neck.
"Hey, Comrade," I smiled, placing my hands over his as he pulled me against him while he kissed my cheek. His arms were around me almost protectively.
"Dimka!" Tasha exclaimed, trying to push me out of the way, her arms outstretched.
"Fuck off!" I yelped, pushing her back. Dimitri's arms tightened around my waist. Possibly to keep me from attacking her but I honestly got the feeling he was fearful of her getting her hands on him. "You don't get to push me out of the way." I chided. "If he wants to touch you, he can do it of his own free will." I reacted.
"Thanks for coming, Tasha. Christian's over there." He dismissed, taking my hand and pulling me through the door.
"See you tomorrow, Lissa!" I called just as the door shut behind us.
"Did I go overboard with her just now?" I asked as we rushed down the hallway.
"Not. At. All." He confirmed, spinning me around and pressing me up against the wall. "Do you have any idea; how fucking sexy it was to see you put her in her place?" He crooned, nuzzling my neck. "And all you did was tell the truth." He growled. His hair was still wet and I brushed my hands through it. He slipped a leg between mine and pressed his thigh against my aching sex.
"Take me home with you." I pleaded when his eyes met mine. "I know you work tomorrow; I can leave when you do." I reasoned, biting my lip and fearing I might be asking too much as I pressed myself against his thigh just to give myself a bit of relief.
"I don't work until noon." He smiled. I grinned in return.
He cleaned up quickly in the green room bathroom, saving the shower for at home. I pulled on my leather jacket that I'd discarded on the couch earlier. He pulled on his duster and I followed him out the back door to the alley behind the bar.
"Do you walk here for your gigs?" I questioned as he linked his hand with mine. The cool night air made me shiver and I snuggled against his side trying to get warmer.
"Most of the time." He confirmed. "I only bring my car when we need to get our equipment. We have rehearsals during the week, change up the set, add new songs or covers." He smirked.
"Nice song choice tonight, Comrade." I smiled. "Thanks for the dedication". I giggled.
"I was just glad the guys were okay with changing things up so fast." He sighed. A sense of relief washing over him. "I was trying to be very publicly clear." He revealed.
"To Tasha you mean." I specified.
"No, not just her." He paused. "To everyone." He admitted, pausing our steps to cup my face in his hands. "I care so much for you, Roza." He revealed, pressing his forehead to mine.
When he said shit like that, it made me want to cry. But now was definitely not the time for that. "I do too," I replied. "You know, Comrade," I teased, "I could show you some real dedication." I flirted as I ran hand down the front of his jeans and pressed my hand against his cock.
"Fuck, Roza." He groaned as we started walking again at a more quickened pace than before.
The next thing I knew, we were jogging. I couldn't stop laughing at the excited look on his face. A few moments later, we reached a building with a brick façade. He pulled his keys from his pocket and fumbled with them before unlocking the door and ushering me in before him.
There was a front desk and a man smiled politely at Dimitri as we approached. "Lev." he greeted. "This is Rose, she's allowed access at any time." He informed.
"Of course, sir." He replied with a nod of his head. I waved meekly as Dimitri led me over to the elevator bank where he pressed the call button. I wrapped my arms around his waist, snuggling against his chest as we waited for it to arrive.
"What floor do you live on?" I questioned, pulling back to look up at him. He bent his head and kissed me softly before replying.
"Top floor, penthouse." He replied simply, moulding his lips over mine again.
I sighed when he cupped a breast over my shirt. We broke apart when the elevator signalled its arrival. He allowed for me to enter first before stepping in. He inserted another key and turned it before pressing a button to take us to his floor.
"Ohhh, fancy." I teased. He just smirked as the elevator started to ascend. He slowly walked me backwards, ushering me back into the corner. The look in his eyes was smouldering as I reached up, pulling his lips down to mine.
Nothing was rushed. He kissed me slowly, as if savouring every movement.
"Are we there, yet?" I moaned, as he slipped a hand under my shirt and pinched one of my nipples.
I felt him smile against my lips. "Impatient, are we?" He teased.
"Dimitri," I whined as his other hand gripped my ass, pulling me hard against his groin. I could feel how turned on he was and pressed my hand over him, stroking slowly.
He growled in response as the elevator shuddered to a stop.
"Finally," I exclaimed, as he reluctantly removed himself from my arms to retrieve his key from the elevator panel.
He used another key to unlock the door before us. After we exited, he closed that door and locked it again with the same key and turned a secondary dead bolt.
"That's a lot of locks, Comrade." I observed.
"There's a lot of expensive recording equipment here." He replied as he turned me around to face his apartment.
He explained the layout, although his kitchen was pretty big and spacious compared to mine and Lissa's. There was a living room to the right with a wall-mounted HD television and leather couches. To the left of the living room and kitchen was a large window that looked into a spacious room. Looking closer, I realized it was a recording studio.
"That's where we record our albums and it's completely sound proof." He informed, taking my hand and walking me in the opposite direction.
"Can we skip the tour until morning," I begged, tugging on his hand.
Turning, he gently pressed me up against the nearest wall, and fused his lips to mine before trailing his lips down to my neck.
"Tell me what you want, Roza." He purred in my ear, pulling my leather jacket off and down my arms. I did the same to his duster as they became a tangled heap on the floor.
"I want you to make love to me." I invited, my eyes meeting his before wrapping my arms over his shoulders and pulling softly at the hair at the back of his head.
His lips met mine as he hoisted me up. I instinctually wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked us down the hall. When we reached his bedroom, he kicked the door shut, and shucked off his shoes before setting me back down on my feet. I peeled off my own boots and stepped in front of him.
Gripping the bottom of his shirt, I started pushing it up. But he was too tall. "You're too big, I can't reach." I laughed. He smiled widely, and helped me by pulling off his Henley and tossing it. My shirt joined his seconds later as his arms came around me like an octopus, touching, squeezing and teasing my exposed flesh.
At the same time, we each reached for the others pants. He was quicker and started pushing my jeans down over my hips. I kicked them off and fumbled with his stupid fucking belt. I was doing it blind as he'd cupped my face and was kissing me so passionately as his tongue duelled with mine for dominance. When his hands left my face, I placed mine on his cheeks as he dealt with his belt and pants, kicking them off to the side.
I was left in my black lace, boy-short panties and he was completely nude.
"Lay back for me, love." He murmured seductively. His eyes were burning with desire and he was so hard, it was difficult to ignore.
Biting my lip, I pushed myself back on his bed until my head hit his pillows. He crawled up to me, his hands at my ankles. He moved them achingly slow up to my knees, caressing my skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps before spreading my legs and attaching his lips to the inside of my thigh.
I moaned at the feeling as he snaked his tongue along my heated skin before sucking devotedly.
"Definitely a better way to hide the hickeys." I joked. I felt him laugh against my leg as his hands reached up and gripped my panties, slowly peeling them down my legs and tossing them off to the side. Pressing his hands onto the inside of my upper thighs, he spread my legs further apart and his eyes met my gaze before diving in.
His tongue slipped between my folds and I moaned so loud I almost screamed as my back arched off the bed at the sensation; my hands tangled in his hair, urging him on.
"Dimitri, yes," I gasped as his lips devoured my clit. He slipped two fingers inside of me as he licked at my clit, tortuously slow.
"Tell me what you want, Roza." He growled.
"Make me come. Please." I begged, pressing my sex harder against his face.
Without a word, he started licking and sucking faster as he inserted another finger and curled them just right. He hit that perfect spot and I felt my legs shudder as the orgasm rippled through me. He continued to flick his tongue over my clit until I'd come down from the flood of pleasure that was still coursing through me.
I watched with rapt attention as he licked my juices from his fingers. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come." He purred, burying his face in my neck as his chest pressed lightly against mine. My nipples pebbled as they grazed across his chest.
"Please tell me you have condoms, Comrade." I mumbled against his shoulder. I felt him shaking with laughter.
"Yes, Roza." He smiled widely, pulling back to look at me. He brushed some of my curls off my face and kissed me sweetly and slowly. I could taste myself on his tongue and was surprised at how much I liked it. He kissed my nose then reached over to his bedside table.
He rolled onto his back and tossed the condom on my belly, his other hand gripping his cock and pumping a few times.
"I want to watch you ride me." He growled, biting his lip in anticipation. His eyes followed my every move as I straddled him, tearing open the foil packet.
"Wow, Comrade. Kinky" I teased pushing his hand away from his cock and rolling the condom down over his length before shimmying myself higher up his body.
He smirked at my comment and smacked my ass as his cock slipped between my slick folds. I raised up just high enough on my knees. Reaching down, I lined him up with my entrance and slowly sank down over him.
"Fuck Roza, you feel so good." He growled.
"Ohhh," I signed in contentment when he was finally, fully sheathed inside of me. I waited a moment, having to adjust to his size.
"Roza, fuck. You gotta move baby. Please." He pleaded, his hands gripping my hips as he gently thrust up into me. I started a tortuously slow rhythm moving my hips in a figure eight motion. Reaching forward, he used his thumb to rub at my clit.
Gripping his forearms, I pulled him up and he wrapped his arms around me as his mouth met mine. He slipped his tongue past my lips and playfully teased my tongue with his. But again, he always kissed me with such reverence. It wasn't rushed or hurried, but insistent and passionate. My breasts were pressed tightly to his body and my nipples tingled as they rubbed against the smattering of hairs on his chest.
My hands gripped at his hair, tugging gently as I scraped my nails over his scalp, moving my hips even faster over him. He moaned into the kiss.
"Ohhh," I cried when he was hitting just the right spot. "I'm going to come." I panted, his lips sucking at my nipples as his hands guided me over him.
"Damn, baby, you feel so fucking good." He panted as Dimitri lay back.
Tilting my body back, I rested my hands on his shins, adjusting the angle as my hips started moving over him at a frenzied pace; trying to chase my release. My hair fell down behind me and tickled his legs. His eyes watched me intently as I thrust over him relentlessly.
After a few moments, I leaned forward and he pressed his face between my breasts, kissing and nipping at them. His hands cupped them together and he pinched at my nipples before sucking one, and then other between his lips.
I arched my back as he started thrusting up into me from below and once again, he pressed his thumb over my clit and rubbed at it rapidly, helping me to reach that pinnacle of pleasure. His other hand gripped my hip, pulling me down as he thrust up.
"Fuck, you're beautiful." He purred, biting his lip as I moved even faster. "Come for me." He whispered.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." I cried as my thighs tightened around him, my hand grasping his on my waist. My hips stilled for a moment as the pleasure poured through me. "Fuck, yes." I whimpered.
Dimitri flipped us so I was now under him. I raised my legs up around his waist as his hips thrust at such a fast pace, I could feel another orgasm surging up inside me before the last one had even finished.
"Roza, Roza, Roza," He chanted my name like a prayer, pressing his forehead to mine as our eyes met. "Can you come for me, one more time?" He urged.
I nodded, biting at my lip as I reached my own hand down this time and pressed two fingers against my aching nub. It was so sensitive now that it wouldn't take much.
"So close, baby. So close," He murmured against my neck as a third and final wave of pleasure rushed through me.
"I'm coming." I panted, pulling his face to mine and pressing my lips to his as his thrusts became more erratic. My walls tightened around his cock and he stilled for a moment, grunting through our kiss and allowing my contracting muscles to milk the orgasm from his cock.
He gently thrust a few more times, taking pleasure in his own release. "Fuck," He panted.
The only sounds in the room were our panting breaths as we came down from our highs, and the soft murmur of my name falling from his lips. He cradled me against him and rolled again so I was on top.
He was still inside me but didn't release me just yet. "I didn't want to squish you, but I don't want to let you go just yet." He admitted, running a hand through my hair before cupping my backside.
I rested my head on his chest, trying to catch my breath as he ran his hands over my sweat slicked skin.
"Well," I began after a few minutes had passed. "If you didn't need a shower before, you definitely need one now." I giggled. I felt the rumble of his laugh in his chest below me.
Rising from his lap, I felt him slip out of me and I climbed to the side of the bed. He rose a moment later and I followed him to the bathroom where he discarded the condom before turning to the walk-in shower. He turned on the water and tested the temperature before helping me step in. Dimitri moved to a cupboard next to the sink and brought back two towels, hanging them on the outside of the shower before stepping in behind me.
"You know, Comrade," I jested, allowing the water to cascade over my body and hair. He smirked as he reached for the body wash. "That was really a Godlike experience. Living up to your nickname, for sure." I added with a wink.
"Fuck, Roza." He smiled, kissing my cheek. "You really have no idea how fucking amazing you are, do you." He complimented.
"I have a pretty good idea." I joked in reply.
He lathered a loofah, which I was surprised he had but it was dark grey, so it was a manly colour of course. I took a deep breath and recognized my own body wash scent. I looked over to his shower shelf and saw my body wash and shampoo and conditioner.
"What is that doing here?" I questioned with surprise.
"I had to get condoms at some point earlier today, just to be prepared of course," He smirked. ", and I may have had Christian tell me what was in your bathroom." He smiled. "I knew he was picking Lissa up." He explained.
"You know that is like the one of the most ridiculously sweet and romantic things you could do." I beamed as he ran the loofah over my back and then bent down to wash my legs. I turned and he washed up the front of my legs, over my hips, stomach and breasts.
He leaned down and kissed me before rinsing off the loofah and adding a squirt of his body wash. It was that woodsy, pine and clove scent of his I loved so much. Lathering the loofah again, I started to wash his torso.
As much as I would have wanted to go for shower sex, I knew he had to work tomorrow and he needed to sleep. So, I made a point of not teasing him too much and actually just washed him, as tempting as it was to do more.
When I was done, he stood under the spray and rinsed off then reached for the shampoo.
I turned my back to him and allowed him to wash my hair for me. It felt so good, but I bit back the moans. The last thing we needed was to lose sleep because we couldn't stop fucking. I rinsed and then he massaged in the conditioner, which would have to sit for a few minutes.
"On your knees, Comrade. There's no way I can reach your head." I giggled, squirting some of his brand of shampoo into my palm. He kneeled, facing me and rested his forehead on my breasts.
His hot breath ghosted over my skin and it made my nipples pucker. I tried to ignore the sensation, massaging my hands into his scalp creating a bubbly lather.
"I really need you to shower with me more often, this is fucking heaven." He crooned, and I smiled as his arms came around my waist before he ran them lightly over my ass and down the back of my legs mischievously. I moved around him to get the back of his head and noticed some kind of tattoo layout on his neck.
"What's this?" I asked, trailing my fingers over the small 'X' like marks. There were five in total.
"One for each of my family members." He stated plainly. "My mother, three sisters and my grandmother." He explained. Leaning down I kissed the back of his neck and moved to stand in front of him again massaging his scalp one more time.
"How's your face feeling?" He asked with concern, looking up at me.
"It feels fine, but I'm sure it will be black and blue tomorrow."
"You'll still be just as beautiful." He admired.
"Dimitri, you do know how adorably sweet you can be, right?" I smiled, leaning down. I kissed his forehead. "Rinse." I ordered.
When he finished, he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist, giving me time to finish washing the conditioner from my own hair.
His shower was a little complicated and for the life of me I couldn't figure out how to turn the fucker off.
"DIMITRI!" I called, as I stepped out and wrapped the other towel around my body.
He strode in, the towel still around his waist and by the look on my face, he realized what the problem was. He reached into the shower and touched something. The water stopped immediately.
"Do you want a shirt to wear to bed?" He asked as he pulled out another towel and helped to dry my hair.
"What are you wearing to bed?" I baited.
"Nothing." He replied honestly.
"Works for me." I smiled, removing the towel after I'd dried the important bits and hung it on the hook, I'd taken it from.
We hung the other wet towels, including the one around his hips. My hair was mostly dry, at least dry enough to go to bed. I followed him back to the bedroom, my eyes glued to his ass. He lifted the blanket and top sheet and I slipped underneath, wiggling over to make room for him.
I lay on my side facing away from him. For some reason, I felt like I was intruding now. He had a routine and a schedule and had to work tomorrow, so I kept myself as unobtrusive as I could be. The bed dipped as he slipped in behind me. The room dimmed as he switched off the bedside table light and I closed my eyes.
"Roza," He murmured. "What are you doing way over here?" He questioned. I could feel his fingers running along my spine.
"Being unobtrusive?" I replied. I sounded like I was asking a question.
"I want you close to me." He replied. "Get that sexy ass over here." He demanded reaching his arm out.
Smiling to myself, I rolled over into his extended arm and let him tug me against him. Resting my head on his chest, I wrapped my arm around his waist and lifted my leg, bending my knee over his thigh and hip.
He turned a little towards me as his other hand moved down my spine, along my backside, hitching my leg over his hip a little more.
"I want to feel every inch of you pressed against me." He crooned, pressing his lips to my forehead. I looked up and he kissed me on the nose, and then my lips. Dragging it out and barely touching my lips with his.
We lay quietly for some time and I thought he'd fallen asleep. "Roza," He whispered.
"Hmmm." I mumbled, listening to the rhythm of his heart beat under my ear.
"I'm falling in love with you." He declared, running his hand through my curls.
"I'm falling in love with you too." I replied as his arms tightened around me just a little more.
I released a contented sigh, feeling so completely adored and loved. I'd never felt such contentment and happiness and it had only been two fucking days.
~VA BTTS VA~
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Featured Song: Papa Roach "No Matter What"
FULL SONG LYRICS
I need you right here, by my side
You're everything I'm not in my life.
We're indestructible, we are untouchable
Nothing can take us down tonight
You are so beautiful, it should be criminal
That you could be mine.
And we will make it out alive
I'll promise you this love will never die!
No matter what, I got your back
I'll take a bullet for you if it comes to that
I swear to God that in the bitter end
We're gonna be the last ones standing
So, believe me when I say, you're the one
They'll never forgive us for the things we've done
And we will make it out alive
I'll promise you this love will never die!
No matter what, I got your back
I'll take a bullet for you if it comes to that
I swear to God that in the bitter end
We're gonna be the last ones standing
We'll never fall, we'll never fade
I'll promise you forever and my soul today
No matter what until the bitter end
We're gonna be the last ones standing
And everybody said that we would never last,
And if they saw us now, I bet they'd take it back
It doesn't matter what we do or what we say
'Cause nothing matters anyway!
No matter what, I got your back
I'll take a bullet for you if it comes to that
I swear to God that in the bitter end
We're gonna be the last ones standing
We'll never fall (We'll never fall)
We'll never fade (We'll never fade)
No matter what until the bitter end
We're gonna be the last ones standing
