BACK TO THE START
by MAMBFF
Disclaimer: The rights to "Vampire Academy" belong to Richelle Mead.
Author's Note: I'm so amazed! Over 1200 visitors to my little story. Thank you!
Please give me some love and please leave a review! No idea if people are liking it and with that many visitors and only 9 reviews, it's a little disheartening. :(
Lizzie – Apparently, I made Lizzie cry at the end of the last chapter, so much so that she ate a lot of Neapolitan ice cream to get through the #Romitri separation! Thank you for reviewing on my Instagram Lizzie! :)
Chapter 7: "All That Glitters Ain't Gold"
~VA BTTS VA~
3 Weeks Later
Boxes, boxes and more boxes! 'How could it be that I had this much crap in my bedroom?' I thought to myself as I taped up the last box. I sat back on the floor with a thud and a sigh, thankful that I'd finally finished.
Ivan and Adrian were coming by to help me move into Dimitri's apartment. We'd have to do at least two loads in his truck. The only furniture I was taking was my dresser, an armchair with a matching ottoman, and a small side table and lamp. Then there were all my fucking boxes.
Dimitri had been on tour for just over four weeks now and it was coming up to December. We'd had a quick video call for thanksgiving as Ivan was hosting a dinner at 'The Academy' and was closing it to the public while hosting a dinner for most of his employees. Including Adrian and Mia. We feasted on turkey with all the trimmings and enjoyed some really nice wine.
'Stakes of Fire' first gig happened on Halloween and while I didn't get to spend it with him, we had an eventful video chat afterwards where I'd decided to dress up, just for him.
"Roza?" I heard him call once the call connected. I was making a point of not being in frame at first.
"Just a minute. I'm getting ready!" I called back. I could see him on the screen of my laptop and I would give anything to be able to kiss him at that very moment. I don't know why I was even putting this on really, it's not like it wouldn't be on the floor in less than ten minutes.
"What are you doing?" He asked with a pout, when a few more minutes passed. I giggled at the look on his face.
"I'm getting into my costume, Comrade. Hold on." I admonished in a teasing tone.
He was leaning back on the bed in his hotel room, one arm behind him, supporting his head, with his laptop resting on his thighs. It was clear he'd had a shower as his hair was still wet. Dimitri wasn't wearing anything but his sleep pants, as I could see the very edge of them on his hips. The sight of his naked chest and abdomen made me lick my lips. Just wishing I could run my tongue over those rippling abdominal muscles.
They'd finished their gig and rather than party with everyone else, he wanted to video chat with me instead. I wouldn't have minded if he wanted to celebrate their first show, but I was secretly glad he'd decided to call me instead. We'd both been sexually frustrated as most of our calls were happening when they were on the road. Without the privacy of a hotel room, we couldn't exactly act out our desires. While they had only been gone three days, when you have a very active sex life with your boyfriend, well, let's just say we were both feeling the need to have some kind of release.
"Baby, please, I need to see you." He whined adorably.
"I'm coming." I replied, 'And so will you, soon', I thought to myself with a quiet laugh. "Are you ready for me?" I asked coquettishly.
"Yes, dammit, Roza." He called in annoyance. I giggled at his frustration and slowly walked into frame, making sure he could see all of me.
"Трахни меня." He swore in Russian, sitting up abruptly as he held the laptop in his hands. "What are you wearing?" He asked, a hint of longing in his tone. I could feel his eyes raking over my body.
"My Halloween costume." I smirked.
"Roza, fuck." He growled. "Turn around for me, love." He crooned; his eyes filled with lust and desire.
"Do you like it, cowboy?" I teased, shaking my naked ass in front of the camera.
I'd decided to dress up as a slutty cowgirl knowing his love for westerns. Donned in assless chaps and a barely there, sleeveless plaid shirt, tied under my breasts. I completed the look with a cowgirl hat and a G-string so small, it was masquerading as underwear.
"You're like a wet dream come to life." He murmured, biting his lip as his hand disappeared below the laptop. I could only assume he was palming his hardening cock.
"Take your pants off, Comrade." I ordered, fondling my own breasts and leaning over to give him an eyeful.
"Untie that shirt, baby." He groaned, jumping from the bed to remove his clothes. "Fuck, this won't work." He mumbled.
The image got grainy for a moment as he moved from the bed completely. When the image was back in focus, he appeared to have moved to an armchair and he had set his laptop on the coffee table in front of him. He was completely naked and my eyes moved over his hardening cock as he gripped himself firmly, stroking slowly.
"So, you like my costume?" I teased, finally acquiescing to his request and untying my shirt, letting my breasts fall out. I'd decided against wearing a bra. Just one more hinderance.
"Yes, fuck Roza." He growled. "Play with your nipples, baby, make them hard." He instructed. I complied with excitement. "Thatta girl." He growled as he stroked himself faster.
"I wish I could sit on that cock of yours, Comrade." I teased. "Ride you all night." I purred.
"So do I, baby. Fuck." He grunted as he slowed his hand. His eyes wandered over my breasts as I played with my nipples while cupping and squeezing the soft mounds, wishing it were his hands.
"Tell me what you want, Dimitri." I sighed.
"Take the laptop and lay back on the bed against the pillows." He commanded. I did as he asked.
"What next?" I sighed, running a hand down my body and pressing my hand against my aching sex. Because I was holding the laptop, he couldn't see my hand.
"Spread your legs and set the laptop down so I can see all of you." He said as he slowed his hand to almost a stop. His hand tightened at the base of his cock, prolonging his release.
"I'm so wet for you." I murmured, running my hand over my panty clad pussy and pressing harder.
"Take off those chaps and your panties." He ordered, his eyes filled with desire.
After unbuckling the chaps from around my waist, and tugging them down, I pulled the G-string off and tossed both to the floor before laying back and slowly opening my legs. The hat was getting in the way and I pulled it off, tossing to the floor as well with the rest of my costume.
"Stroke your cock, Comrade." I demanded, as I slipped two fingers inside myself.
Using my other hand, I rubbed at my clit as I pumped my fingers faster, wishing it was Dimitri's cock. I met his gaze and licked my lips, feeling the impending orgasm slowly approaching.
"Roza." He purred. "I'm close baby, are you going to come." He panted as he tilted his head back, eyes closing for a moment as he moved his other hand down to play with his ball sac.
"Yes!" I cried as my back arched off the bed, the orgasm washing over me. I continued to pump my fingers and rub my clit as I came down from the high.
"Taste yourself." He growled as his hand moved at a rapid pace over his cock.
Slipping my fingers from my sex, I licked at my essence and seconds later, he grunted as spurt after spurt of his come erupted from his cock, landing on his abdomen.
"Fuck!" He groaned as he stroked himself a few more times, squeezing the last of his release from his cock.
I giggled at the look on his face. "Happy Halloween, Comrade." I teased.
He smiled at me, lazily. A satiated look on his face. "I miss you." He admitted.
"Me too, handsome."
"ROSE!" Ivan called, interrupting my musings.
Shaking my head to clear it, I replied. "In here!"
"We've got the dresser, chair and ottoman loaded." He informed me.
"Thank you." I smiled. "There is a dolly that maintenance is letting me borrow so we can take a bunch of boxes in fewer trips." I relayed, climbing up from the floor.
We loaded about half the boxes in record time, knowing we'd have to do a second run for the other half. We moved the rest of the boxes from my bedroom to the living room to make it easier when they returned. I was staying behind to go through the apartment and make sure I wasn't forgetting anything.
"We'll unload and come back for the other boxes soon." I nodded in acknowledgement knowing he had a set of keys to Dimitri's as well. I took that time to clean the bedroom. Dusting and vacuuming went a lot faster without the boxes in the way.
When I was finished, I lay back on the empty bed and pulled out my phone. Dimitri had been making posts on his Instagram on a regular basis but 95% of them were images of us. Or rather, me but featuring his hand. Quite a few of the photos he'd taken of me showed that he was touching me in some way. His hand was visible on that body part. His latest one was a bit risqué, but I loved it. You could see his large hand cupping my breast. No nudity was really visible but he'd zoom in and crop the photo and add a sweet or sexy quote. Then use our 'Romitri' hashtag. I tapped the little heart to 'like' the photo, noting he'd posted it two hours ago.
Lissa had shared a few posts on their official band Instagram and a few were video clips. It would seem that before each set, Dimitri would kiss the Nazar and place his hand over his heart. Then, after their final song, he'd do the same thing again. It was a simple and sweet gesture, but watching the video clips of the action made me miss him that much more. Especially at the end of the show when he was looking right at Lissa's camera on her iPhone. It felt like he was looking right at me.
I decided to make a post of my own. Scrolling through my candid photos of him, I picked one of us at 'The Academy'. Lissa had taken the photo and sent it to me. We had been practically making out near the wall and off to the side of the stage. Catching us in the moment, I hid behind him blushing. Peeking around his shoulder at the camera, my hands were on his hips as he smiled. You couldn't see my face, but you could tell it was me. I uploaded it and tagged Dimitri using our shipper tag and adding '#missingyou'.
Looking over his other posts, I dared to go where Lissa had warned me not to. The comments section. There wasn't anything too scathing to worry about actually, but I did notice that there were clearly two fans who liked and commented on everything of his in a way that was bordering on obsessive.
Navigating over to one of the accounts, I noted that these girls had apparently been following them on tour. Literally. Their accounts showed that they were 'best friends' and they were at every single show. They also seemed to get photos with the guys after each gig. But one of them posted and reposted any photos with Dimitri adding tags like, '#hottie', '#sexonlegs', and my personal favourite '#hunglikeahorse'. While she wasn't wrong about that last one, it was a little disconcerting that she was viewing him as a conquest.
In each photo with them, the look on his face was polite. But if you knew him at all, you could tell he was uncomfortable. He had his hands clasped behind his back, not touching either of them, as the two girls in question wrapped one of their arms around his waist while he smiled tightly at the camera.
I grumbled at the fact that they had their hands on him, but I knew he wasn't happy about it. He was playing a part and let them have their moment. The comments on these girls' posts were a little unnerving. Most seemed to think one or both of them, were the ones Dimitri was depicting in his posts that were actually of me with his hands on various body parts. I closed the app and tossed my phone to the bed in irritation.
Twenty minutes later I was puttering around the apartment, tidying as I went when the buzzer sounded. I thought that was odd as I'd given Ivan my keys so he and Adrian wouldn't have to constantly buzz to get back into the building. I pressed the button to unlock the door and a few minutes later, I was startled when someone started banging on the door. I went to open it a fraction when the intruder pushed it open, causing the door to smack me on the forehead.
"OW! Fuck!" I swore. "What are you doing here?" I called in annoyance, seeing Lissa's ex-boyfriend, Aaron standing before me.
"I've been patient, giving Lissa space. But enough is enough." He spat.
"What the fuck are you talking about, Aaron? There is no space to give, she BROKE UP WITH YOU!" I yelled, my voice rising an octave. The frustration obvious in my tone.
"Fuck that, get Lissa. We need to talk, NOW!" He demanded.
"Fuck you. Get out!" I shouted, shoving him back over the threshold.
"Rose, I've had it! Don't make me hurt you!" He threatened, moving closer to me once more.
"Get a fucking clue Aaron! Lissa doesn't want you anymore. You cheated on her!" I exclaimed, standing my ground.
"She's going to hear me out, now fucking get her!" He demanded. "LISSA! LISSA!" He shouted into the apartment.
"Fuck off! I screeched. "She's not here you dumb ass! She's traveling, with her BOYFRIEND!" I screamed, shoving him back out the door, again.
Reaching forward, he grabbed my arm, painfully and twisted. "OW!" I cried in pain, trying to pull back from his grasp. "You're hurting me!" I screeched.
"Who the fuck is her boyfriend?" He demanded.
"Not you!" I shouted back. "Let me fucking go! You asshole!" His grip tightened even more as we struggled some more and that's when I heard it.
Snap!
I screamed at the pain radiating through my left arm. "Fuck, you broke my arm you shithead!" I yelped as Ivan and Adrian came barreling out of the elevator at my screams.
They grabbed Aaron and held him back before pushing him to the floor. Once it was clear Adrian had a good hold on him, Ivan called the police before rushing over to me.
"Jesus, Rose. I think your wrist is broken." He said with concern.
"No shit!" I cried, cradling my arm against my chest. I couldn't stop the tears; the pain was unbearable. All I could think about was how much I wished Dimitri was here right now.
Ten minutes later, the police arrived on scene and took our statements before they arrested Aaron. I was being taken to hospital while Ivan and Adrian followed in his truck.
After being poked and prodded and scanned, four hours later I was told by Dr. Olendski that I would have to keep my arm immobilized with a plaster cast. Apparently, I had a distal radial fracture. Meaning, the break was pretty much my wrist. The cast would have to remain for at least six weeks and even then, only an x-ray would determine if I could remove it or not before physical therapy would begin.
There hadn't been a word from Ivan or Adrian and I texted Ivan again, with my one good hand as I sat in the waiting area of the emergency room, waiting for a ride home.
"Rose?" Ivan called, strolling over to me. "Sorry, Adrian and I went to finish moving for you." He explained. "The nurse said there was nothing we could do but wait so we figured we'd use the time to finish." He added.
"Thank you." I replied, nodding in appreciation.
Ivan helped me up into his truck and we left the hospital.
"What the fuck am I going to do. I can't work like this." I cried as Ivan had to help me with my seatbelt.
"You're supposed to work tomorrow, aren't you?" He interjected.
"Yes." I said solemnly.
"Why don't I take you to the gym, you can talk to Alberta?" He suggested.
"Yes, please. Thank you." I added.
My arm was throbbing but I couldn't take any more meds for at least two more hours.
Ivan escorted me into the gym through the back door.
"I'll wait out on the floor." He informed me. I nodded before walking down the hall towards Alberta's office.
Knocking on the half open door, it swung open and Hans stood there with Alberta at her desk.
"Rose! My goodness what happened?" She asked, concern flooding her face.
"My best friend, Lissa. Her ex-boyfriend showed up." I began before summarizing the events of the day.
Alberta looked over at Hans. "Excuse us for a moment, Rose." She said, a small smile on her face as she led Hans out of the office, closing the door behind her.
Slumping down in the chair, I pulled out my phone and tapped the notification on the screen. Instagram opened and showed that Dimitri had liked my post and commented with, '#missyoumore' I smiled at the simple comment and 'liked' it when the door opened again. Alberta entered alone, with some papers in her hand and I pocketed my phone.
"I hate to do this." She began, laying out the paperwork.
"I'm not fired, am I?" I asked in worry.
"No, honey, no. This isn't your fault. But I have to put you on medical leave." She informed me. "You cannot work with an injury like that." She relayed. I felt a rush of relief overcome me at the fact that I still had a job. Especially one I liked.
"Medical leave?" I asked in confusion. "Couldn't I just do some light stuff?" I posed.
"I can't risk you hurting yourself. Especially if hurt yourself even worse trying to do something." She explained. "You have to be able to manage the equipment and weights, and that takes two hands." She clarified. I understood the reasoning, but it was irritating.
"How can you do that?" I started. "I mean, Dimitri is already on leave for his tour leaving you without help, and now me." I said sadly.
"We will manage, honey. I can get Galina to cover the floor and hire someone to take over the front desk in a temporary position. Please don't worry. Your health comes first." She smiled kindly.
"I guess." I grumbled. What the fuck was I supposed to do while 'healing'.
"Look at the bright side." She started, a huge smile on her face. "Now, you can join Dimitri on tour." She winked.
I sat up a bit straighter not even realizing what that meant. "Ohmigod!" I squealed in excitement. That hadn't even crossed my mind and I smiled as Alberta laughed at my reaction.
"Look, a radial fracture like yours is going to take at least six weeks to heal, right?"
"Yes." I confirmed with a nod of my head. "That's what the doctor said."
"Then, if it looks okay on a new x-ray after that six-week period, you'll have to do some physical therapy as well." She stated. I nodded in confirmation.
"So, I'm giving you medical leave that parallels Dimitri's leave of absence. Take the time to join him on tour but take care of that arm!" She shared, but was stern about taking care of myself.
"Alberta, thank you." I smiled with tear filled eyes. I gladly signed the papers she placed before me, confirming my medical leave. She handed me a copy for my own records.
Standing from her seat, she rounded the desk. "You've been miserable, honey. You're good at your job and you do it well. But I know you miss him." She paused. "I can't imagine how miserable that man is without you." She said with a small laugh. "Just seeing him on that last shift…" She trailed off. I recalled how morose he'd looked on his last shift before the tour.
Being careful not to jostle my arm, Alberta gave me a hug and sent me on my way with instructions to keep her updated on how my arm was healing. Ivan took me to the 'The Academy' where we had dinner with Adrian. It had been a long fucking day and I still had to tell Lissa and Dimitri about Aaron and my arm. I knew Dimitri would be furious with Aaron but at least he was in jail.
"Do you need help with anything?" Ivan asked as he dropped me off at Dimitri's. Well, my place now too, I guess.
"I think I'm okay. I'll let you know if I need anything. Thank you, Ivan, really." I said as he cautiously hugged me before leaving.
I smelled like a hospital and needed to clean up. Grabbing a garbage bag from under the kitchen sink, I wrapped my arm carefully and decided to use the bathtub so I could soak a bit. I didn't even want to attempt to wash my hair, as I was sure it would make my arm ache.
Feeling refreshed, I pulled on one of Dimitri's large t-shirts as a nightgown and settled myself on the living room couch with my laptop so I could video call him. But first, I was going to call Lissa. I wanted to know where they were in terms of my catching a flight to meet up with them.
Picking up my phone, I tapped her name to connect to a voice call. "Hey!" She greeted me excitedly, answering my call.
"Hi, Liss." I started. "Are you alone?" I asked. I didn't want Dimitri to overhear as I wanted to tell him things myself.
"What's wrong? And don't say nothing, I can hear it in your voice, Rose!" She chastised.
I took a deep breath before starting. "Aaron showed up at the apartment today." I began before summarizing the rest of the events.
"He broke your arm?"
"My wrist, but whatever." I said flippantly.
"I can't believe him." She replied in anger. "So, what does this mean?" She prodded. I informed her of Alberta's 'forced' medical leave and she started screeching in excitement, knowing it meant I could meet up with them.
"I'll pack a suitcase and get a flight as soon as I can." I relayed, laughing at her excitement.
"Let me make the reservations for you." She pushed. "I'll make sure you get a ride from the airport to the hotel. If I set it up just right, you might arrive before us." She said cheerfully. "But, don't tell Dimitri you're coming, let that be a surprise." She added.
"Please, don't tell him about my arm yet, I'm going to video call him next and let him know." I shared. "Do you know what he's up to right now?" I asked.
"We just finished dinner and as far as I know he was going to head back to the bus. The rest of us were going to do a bit of shopping. I'm at the pharmacy. Girl stuff." She informed me on the down low. "Oh! Rose, be sure to pack a bathing suit." She added.
"Ummm…Liss, swimming is kind of not an option for me." I replied.
"You can do a hot tub, can't you?" She hinted. "Or just lounge by the pool. A lot of the hotels have pools and hot tubs, so just bring one to wear, even if you don't go in." She compelled.
With plans for Lissa to text me with the information for my flight, I placed a throw pillow on my legs and pulled my laptop over onto it.
"Roza." He greeted, a large smile on his face. "Give me a moment, love. I just got back on the bus." He relayed, before he settled down at the table, setting his laptop down in front of him. "I miss you." He smiled, resting his head on his hand, his elbow on the table supporting him.
"I miss you too." I started, biting my lip nervously.
"So?" He prodded.
"Well, I've officially moved all my stuff into your place with help from Ivan and Adrian." I said with a smile. "But I might have some trouble actually unpacking for a while." I added.
"Why? What's wrong?" He asked as his forehead creased in confusion. "What's that mark on your forehead?" He added, noticing the bruise from the door when Aaron flung it open.
I pulled my arm up to show him my cast. "Baby, what happened?" He asked, worry overcoming his face.
"Lissa's ex showed up, demanding to talk to Lissa." I started. "He forced the door open, hitting my head and I, not so politely, told him where to shove it. Then he grabbed my arm, breaking my wrist." I shared, biting at my lip once more.
"Fuck, Roza." He ground out; anger evident in his tone. "I'll fucking do more than break his wrist." He added in fury.
"Calm down, Comrade. He's been arrested." I tried to comfort.
"How can you work with that?" He asked.
"I talked with Alberta, and I might swap out with Galina and take over the front reception. Lighter duties." I offered up. It was a small lie but I wanted my arrival to be a surprise.
"I wish I could hold you right now." He admitted.
"Me too, Comrade." I smiled, trying to hold back tears.
Loud voices started echoing in the background. "They're back." He laughed as three faces joined him in frame.
"Hey Rosie!" Eddie called, waving like an excited kid, Mason next to him. I couldn't help giggling at their smiling faces.
"Hey guys!" I smiled as Mason and Christian made funny faces at me as Dimitri tried shoving them away.
"Do you mind? Let me have this time with my girl, please." He admonished, pushing them out of frame.
We talked for a bit longer and I agreed to give his mom a call tomorrow morning. I was going to share the news of moving in with Dimitri.
"I love you." He stated.
"I love you too, Comrade." I smiled before we disconnected.
Lissa had texted me my flight information and I was leaving in the morning at 8:30AM. After texting Ivan, he agreed to drive me to the airport, and I'd decided that I'd check in for my flight early and then call Olena.
Ivan dropped me at the departures gate at and helped me with my bag. I thanked him once again after he assured me that would take care of our mail and any perishable foods in the apartment. I left him with keys to Lissa's place to do the same before I went through security and settled in the lounge near my gate.
My phone pinged with a new alert, and I pulled it from my pocket to see that Lissa had texted.
Lissa: Your flight should get in at 12PM. I'll have a car waiting to bring you to the hotel.
Rose: Thanks, Liss.
Lissa: You'll arrive before us, so just wait in the lobby and I'll text you when we're a few minutes away. :)
After sending Lissa a thumbs up emoji in reply to her message, I got comfortable in the plastic chair as I pulled up the contact info Dimitri had given me for his family. Opening Facetime on my iPhone, I tapped the video icon.
"Roza!" Olena greeted, a huge smile on her face.
"Hi!" I smiled meekly. "How are you guys?" I asked.
"We're good." She replied. "Where are you, honey?" She questioned as another voice called over the phone.
"Hi Rose!" Viktoria's face appeared in front of me next to Olena's.
"I'm at the airport." I nodded.
"Dimka's posts are so cute." Viktoria interjected. "I love your 'Romitri' tag!" She gushed and I giggled at her exuberance.
Viktoria mentioned the two girls' posts and comments that I'd noticed yesterday, but I just shrugged it off. I knew I didn't have to worry about Dimitri, but grabby hands from the girls were irritating.
"So, I have some news!" I started.
"Well, if you're at the airport, you definitely have news." Olena stated, a knowing smile on her face.
To say they were excited at my moving in with Dimitri was an understatement. I sadly shared the news about my arm but, being that I was currently at the airport, getting ready to board a flight, they were excited that I was going to surprise Dimitri.
They wished me well and I promised that the next time I called, Dimitri would be with me too. The look on Olena's face was full of compassion and I swear if she could, she would have come through the phone to give me a hug. I smiled through the tears that were threatening to fall.
If only my own mother cared enough to call. I hadn't heard from my parents in at least five months. But like clockwork, my dad deposited $1,000 into my account every month. Parenting at its finest.
After collecting myself, I was thankful that my flight was on time and it was only about a three-hour flight. An attendant directed me to my seat and I swear I could have kissed Lissa for thinking of my arm. She got me a window seat on the left side of the plane. If someone were seated next to me on my right, they couldn't jostle me and hurt my broken wrist any more than it already was. The needed the help of the attendant to buckle my belt and she returned with a pillow for me to rest my arm on.
When we landed a few hours later, I waited for others to rush off before I attempted to. The last thing I needed was an over eager passenger bumping into me or my cast. After collecting my suitcase at baggage claim with a little difficulty, my arm was aching, I headed towards the exit. As I came down the escalator, I saw a man with a sign and giggled. The name on the cardboard placard he held read, 'Romitri'. I walked up and let him know that was me.
The drive to the hotel was about thirty-five minutes and when I'd arrived, I texted Lissa to let her know I was in the lobby. A woman at reception approached, asking if she could help me. I noticed her name tag read, 'Torrie'.
"Thank you, but I'm waiting for someone first." I smiled politely. She nodded with a slight sneer before moving back behind the reception desk. Her cold demeanor was unsettling but I wasn't doing anything wrong. Clearly this woman had a stick up her ass.
I was so anxious at this point at the excitement of finally seeing Dimitri. My foot kept bouncing and my knee was shaking.
Twenty minutes later, my phone pinged, and I tapped the screen.
Lissa: ETA 5 mins.
I replied with the thumbs up emoji and stood up. That's when the pacing started.
Standing off to the side, I peered out the glass sliding doors to see the bus pulling in. Lissa stepped out first with her suitcase, followed by Eddie, Mason, Christian and then, there he was. My Comrade.
Dimitri started towards the door first with his suitcase rolling behind him, looking tired. He entered the lobby and looked around before moving to the side and peering back out at the rest of the guys and Lissa as they slowly made their way in.
"Hey there, Comrade." I smiled, moving out from behind the tall plant in the corner where I'd been concealing myself.
He did a double take. "Roza!" He muttered in disbelief.
"Surprise." I smiled. It took half a second before I was encased in his arms and his lips were on mine.
"God, I've missed you so much, baby." He crooned, nuzzling his face into my neck and holding on tight.
"I've missed you too." I cried as we stood there just holding one another. My arms were wrapped around his waist as he enfolded me against his chest. His cheek resting on top of my head.
"How are you here?" He mumbled into my hair. "For how long?" He asked. I knew he thought I was here for only a short visit.
"Alberta put me on forced medical leave." I replied, not moving an inch. "For the rest of the tour." I added, hugging him just a little tighter. Not caring that my arm was hurting from the tight embrace.
He pulled back a bit to look at me. "Really?" He smiled, cupping my cheeks and running a finger over the bruise on my forehead. I noticed he had unshed tears in his eyes as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the contusion sweetly.
"Really, Comrade." I confirmed.
Bending down, his lips met mine once more. We were lost in one another until someone cleared their throat. Pulling apart reluctantly, I looked over to see Lissa standing there with a knowing smirk on her face.
"Can I give my best friend a hug?" She posed, looking at Dimitri.
"If you must." He laughed, letting me go. "Careful." He cautioned, concern for my arm behind the statement.
"She's not going to hurt me." I calmed.
"Rose!"
"Rosie!"
Everyone crowded around after giving Dimitri and I a few moments to ourselves and everyone 'carefully' hugged me, under the scrutiny of Dimitri's stare. I loved how concerned he was but I could understand due to the injuries that I recently received from Jesse. He was being protective.
"Let me get us all checked in." Lissa announced, moving towards the reception desk.
The same woman who'd approached me before was still there and eyed me with a disparaging look on her face. Gone was the semi-polite woman from earlier. Dimitri seemed to notice her glare and pulled me back against his chest, his arms around my waist.
"I don't want to let you go." He whispered in my ear, resting his chin on my shoulder as Lissa dealt with the sour-faced woman behind the desk.
The receptionist handed out key cards to Eddie and Mason before turning to look at Christian and Lissa and handing them one as well.
When her gaze landed on Dimitri and I, she plastered a saccharine smile on her face. "I'm afraid we only have one room with two beds for you." She stated, sliding a key card over.
"That's unacceptable." Lissa interjected. "We have confirmed reservations." She added, pulling out the print out with those confirmed reservations. "Either give us what is being paid for or get the manager to deal with it." She added a little more aggressively than I'd ever seen her. I felt Dimitri smirk into my neck.
The woman started to stumble over her words at Lissa's demand to speak to the manager. Clearly, said manager heard the ruckus and came out from a back room.
"I'm Celeste, the manager. What seems to be the trouble?" She asked.
Lissa explained with grace and elegance, the problem and showed the confirmation for the reserved rooms. Celeste looked at 'Torrie' with a caustic look before arranging the already pre-approved room.
"Thank you." Lissa stated, handing the key card to Dimitri and I. He pocketed it as Lissa turned back to Celeste.
"I'm very sorry for the inconvenience, it will not happen again." She assured. "I'll send up complimentary bottles of champagne to each room for the disruption." She added.
"Would you mind having that champagne delivered around 1AM on Friday?" Lissa asked, with a sickeningly sweet smile. We would hopefully just be getting back to the hotel at that time after the show.
Celeste agreed before we meandered over to the elevator. I'd noticed that we were all on the same floor but our rooms were not side by side. At least we wouldn't have to worry about being interrupted with connecting rooms.
"Okay, guys, it's Wednesday and it's now 1:43PM." She began, checking the time on her phone. "Your shows are tomorrow night and Friday." She continued. "You guys have a soundcheck at the venue at 1PM tomorrow." She added. "We then have those interviews tomorrow night before the show, so when you get back from sound check, you'll have a bit of time and then we'll meet in the lobby at 5PM. We'll go for dinner and then head to the venue for the interviews and show. Good?" Lissa instructed.
Everyone nodded in agreement before heading to our allocated rooms. Dimitri helped me with my suitcase and rolled it into the room along with his. Before the door was even closed, he had me in his arms and my legs were wrapped around his waist. Moving over to the bed, he sat down and cradled me against him.
"I'm so glad you're here, Roza." He murmured, cuddling me close.
"Me too." I replied, pulling back and running my hand through his hair. "I missed you so much, Comrade." I smiled with watery eyes.
"Does your wrist hurt?" He asked, gently lifting the cast to take a closer look.
"Off and on. I don't want to have to rely on pain meds, they make me too sleepy." I admitted.
"Take them if you need them, love." He urged.
"I will. I promise. But I'd rather save them for when we go to bed." I replied.
"Are you tired?" He asked, brushing his hands through my hair before cupping my face and kissing me sweetly.
"Yes." I replied as I yawned suddenly. He grinned.
"Me too. Let's have a nap."
Getting comfortable, we kicked off our shoes and jackets and crawled onto the bed. Laying on my right side, I lay my cast over his waist as he held me against his side, tucking my head into his neck. His hand absentmindedly ran through my hair as I drifted off to sleep.
THURSDAY
"How have things with Tasha been?" I posed to Lissa as we sat at the bar while the guys did their soundcheck.
"She's been at every show, but we haven't run into her at any of the hotels. Yet." She explained. "She knows where the bookings were made but I also called each hotel to confirm they had the right contact information. I swapped out her name and number for mine." She smiled. I couldn't help but laugh.
"What's her behaviour been like at the shows?" I asked.
Lissa sighed uncomfortably. "Whorish outfits, and acting like a groupie." Lissa said dismissively. "Christian is so embarrassed by her at the shows but they've just been ignoring her. But I've made a point of handing her photo out to the security team at each venue. She's not allowed backstage no matter what." She explained.
"I guess that's better than I thought it would be. I mean it could be worse."
Lissa was the consummate professional. She had a leather-bound portfolio that had the track list for the set and an approved list of people allowed backstage, along with a photocopy image of Tasha to share with security at each venue they visited.
She nodded solemnly at my last comment. "Oh! Here." She stated abruptly, opening her portfolio and handing me a lanyard with a plastic sleeve. A card was inside showing the venue name, the band and 'All Access', attached to it. "This is a backstage pass." She informed me. "Actually, come with me now, and I'll introduce you to the manager and security so they know to allow you through." She added.
"Ben," Lissa greeted. "This is Rose." She introduced. "Ben is the manager here." Lissa added, directing her comment towards me.
"Nice to meet you Rose." He smiled politely. "Is she a contest winner or something?" He asked, pointing out the lanyard I'd put around my neck.
"No." Lissa stated. "Do you see that man, about 6 foot 5 if not more?" Lissa went on, pointing to the stage. Ben nodded. "That's the lead singer, Dimitri Belikov," Lissa explained. ", this is his girlfriend. She has full access backstage." Lissa stated with finality.
"Right, sorry. We had some fans banging on the door earlier asking for backstage passes." He offered in explanation for his assumption.
"It wouldn't happen to be these two?" Lissa asked, unlocking her phone and showing Ben two photos. Peering over her shoulder, I noted that they were the two girls I'd discovered to be at each of their shows.
"That would be them." He nodded. "Are they a problem?" He asked.
"Not a problem per se." Lissa commented.
"They're stalking the band." I interjected. "They've been at every single show and are literally following them across the country on their tour." I added.
"While that's true, they're not disruptive, but I wouldn't mind having your security keep an eye out, just in case." Lissa cautioned.
"Noted. Why don't I introduce you to Miles, he's the head of our security here. You can share the images with him and he can pass them on to his team." Ben offered.
Once Lissa talked with Miles, I followed her as she sought out Ben once more. "Things go okay with Miles?" He posed.
"Yes, thanks." Lissa smiled. "Now this evening we have three different outlets meeting up with the band for interviews." She continued.
Ben showed us the green room set up for the guys and across the hall was a separate room that was more like a conference room, only without a large table to congregate at. There were already director style chairs set up for the guys and the interviewers to use.
A local cable news show was interviewing the guys, along with a newspaper and music magazine. Pleased with the set-up, Lissa added a reminder to please have water bottles next to each chair for them when they arrive.
I wandered around backstage, familiarizing myself with the layout while Lissa continued to do her manager thing. Standing to the side of the stage, I watched Dimitri as he interacted with the guys and the sound tech. When he turned in my direction, he smiled and winked before picking up his guitar and strapping it across his body.
"Hey guys!" He called into the mic. "Roza hadn't heard the new song yet, so let's play 'I'd Come For You'." He instructed. I giggled like a groupie and hopped down to stand in front of the stage and watch them perform.
I started swaying as Dimitri started with a guitar intro. I love watching him, he was so sexy on stage. Closing my eyes, I swayed to the music as is voice resonated around me and I listened intently as he started in on the chorus once more.
By now you know that I'd come for you
No one but you, yes, I'd come for you
But only if you told me to
And I'd fight for you
I'd lie, it's true
Give my life for you
You know I'd always come for you
When the song finished, I couldn't exactly clap, due to my cast, so I 'fake' whistled and hooted and hollered, earning myself shy smiles from the guys. They spoke for a few more moments with the sound tech guy before jumping off the stage.
Dimitri wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "You good?" He asked, a large smile on his face as he leaned over and kissed my temple.
"Yeah, I could use some pain killers though." I replied, feeling the ache in my arm.
"Don't you have a sling?" He asked, reaching out and gently massaging my upper left arm to relax the muscle.
"The doctor suggested it, but didn't really say it was mandatory." I relayed.
"We should get you one, Roza. Right now, you're holding your arm against your stomach, and that means you're using the muscles. That's causing tension and is going to make it ache." He explained. "If you have it in a sling, then it's supporting the weight and it won't hurt as much." He added as I hugged him, resting my cheek against his chest.
"Are you all set?" Lissa asked, as she approached. Christian slid his arm around her waist and leaned over to kiss her cheek.
Everyone nodded and we headed back to the hotel for a couple hours of rest before the business of the night would begin. Dimitri and I decided to take a walk and head to a nearby pharmacy so that I could look at getting a sling.
The bell chimed as I pushed open the door. Dimitri had to duck his head so he wouldn't hit the frame and I slid my hand into his as he led me to a back corner.
"How do you know where to go?" I asked, trying to read the signs.
"I'm tall enough that I can see over the shelves. They are on the back wall." He directed as we reached the end of the aisle. He turned left and sure enough, there on the wall was an array of different slings.
"What about this?" I asked pulling one off the rack to inspect it.
"That's going to make your arm sweat." He informed, looking at the material. It was made to fit your arm but would encase it material. "If you wear that and start sweating in it, you could get a rash and then you'll be even more irritated." He reasoned as he scanned the shelf. "This, this is what you need." He shared, tugging a black strappy thing down from a higher rack.
It had a support for under the arm and the elbow and would go over my shoulder. Being that it was all black was nice too. Not having a bunch of material would mean I wouldn't sweat in it.
When we were back in the hotel room, I kicked off my shoes tiredly. "I need a shower." I exclaimed, falling back on the bed. "I need to wrap my arm up first, though." I stated, sitting up again.
Looking around the room, I couldn't see anything that might work, when Dimitri moved over to the waste basket. Pulling out the liner, he stuck his hand in and found a small roll of bags at the bottom and ripped a fresh one off to wrap over my cast.
"Thank you." I smiled, as he secured the bag over my arm. Leaning up I kissed his cheek before heading into the bathroom.
It took longer to shed my clothes because it hurt too much to try to grip anything with my left hand. I stepped into the tub after testing that the water was at an acceptable temperature.
After washing my body, I attempted to wash my hair, but was not having any luck. Raising my arm was making it throb in pain. Dejectedly, I shut off the shower, and stepped out. I would need help. Not bothering with a towel, I opened the bathroom door and stood there naked as he lay back on the bed, scrolling through his phone.
"Dimitri?" I whined pitifully. "Can I ask a favour?" I pleaded.
He smiled at me sweetly as he climbed from the bed and strode over. "Anything Roza." He replied, leaning down to kiss my pouty lips.
"Can you please help me wash my hair?" I asked miserably. I hated that I couldn't do it myself.
Following me into the bathroom, he stripped off his clothes and stepped in, helping me in after getting the water back at a good temperature. His hands lathered the shampoo into my hair and I couldn't stop the moans that escaped at how good it felt. Someone else massaging your scalp always felt better than when you did it yourself.
He washed and conditioned my hair and helped me to wrap it up in a towel, as I secured one around my body.
"I'm going to have a quick wash, be out soon." He stated, leaning over to kiss me.
I pulled on some long yoga like pants as they were easier to manage at the moment with my wrist, than jeans. I didn't bother with a bra and laid out a cropped sweater before tugging the towel off my head to comb out my hair. Dimitri walked out of the bathroom a few moments later, a cloud of steam following him out as he strolled over to his suitcase.
I felt him come up behind me and cup my breasts in his hands after he tossed his clothes next to my sweater on the bed. "You look beautiful." He complimented, kissing my shoulder. Turning in his arms, I leaned up to fasten my lips to his. My left arm wound around his waist, as the other tugged at his towel. It dropped to the floor and I gripped his cock, pumping slowly.
"Roza," He purred.
"Sit." I ordered, gently pushing him down to the bed.
Sinking down to my knees, I didn't waste any time and took him in mouth, sucking unrelentingly. His hands tangling into my hair, urging me on. The sounds he made in pleasure were turning me on and I couldn't stop the moisture that started to pool between my legs.
When I pulled back enough to look at him, his head was tilted back, reveling in the feeling of my hot, warm mouth. There was no teasing, I just wanted to give him the release he so clearly needed.
"Fuck. I'm going to come." He groaned, as I deep throated him, taking as much of him as I could.
Moments later I felt him ejaculate down the back of my throat and I swallowed it gladly before slowly sucking my way back up and stroking him a few more times.
"Good?" I said with a teasing smile.
"Come here." He murmured, tugging my pants down once I was standing, and tossing them onto my sweater. "Lay back, baby." He requested.
Laying spread before him, he climbed onto the bed and slipped his tongue between my folds. My hand fisted in his hair as he lapped furiously at my sex. My body moved off the bed when he started fucking me with his fingers, his tongue circling over my clit teasingly.
"Please, Dimitri." I whined. "I need to come." I panted, pressing myself harder against his face.
One of his hands was on my stomach, holding me down as he continued to pleasure me with his mouth. My hips rose off the bed as the orgasm vibrated through my body unexpectedly.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I chanted as my body pulsed in pleasure. He kissed his way up my body and gently moved my left arm above my head and out of the way of harm.
"I don't have any condoms, love." He stated unhappily, as he moved his lips to my neck.
"I do." I giggled when he pulled his lips from my clavicle in surprise. I felt him harden against my leg even more at that announcement. "Open my suitcase." I suggested, pumping his cock a few times before he climbed from the bed.
"No, fucking way." He called, pulling the box from the confines of my suitcase and bringing it over to the bed.
I'd packed one of the unopened boxes he'd had in his bedside table containing 100 prophylactics. "God, I love you." He smiled, ripping open the box to grab one.
Tearing open the foil packet, he slipped the condom over his length before crawling back onto the bed. Grabbing a pillow, he stuffed it under my ass, elevating my hips before pushing inside me.
"Fuck." I moaned. He was in so deep and the angle of my hips allowed him to go even further.
"Roza." He purred, thrusting his hips against mine insatiably.
"So good, so good." I cried as his mouth suckled at one of my nipples while his hand palmed the other, massaging the soft mound.
His lips moved up to my neck before he devoured my mouth with his. "I'm going to come." I cried, reaching my one hand around his shoulder to pull him closer and tightening my legs over his hips. Dimitri tugged one of my legs off his hip and placed it over his shoulder allowing him to shift into me even deeper.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He chanted. "Come for me, love." He growled as his hips moved at an immeasurably fast pace.
"Grrrr…" He growled into my neck, as he stilled his hips. My walls contracted around his throbbing cock as the wave of my orgasm spilled over, causing him to come at the same time. "Fuck, Roza." He moaned.
"That was so fucking amazing." I panted, as he moved the bulk of his weight beside me.
Cradling me in his arms, his lips met mine and we devoured one another's kiss before I moved to kiss his neck. When we'd finally pulled apart to catch our breath, I'd noticed there was a hickey on his neck.
"Sorry." I murmured, running my fingers over the fresh bruise.
"For what." He mumbled, in a completely satiated and relaxed state.
"I left a hickey." I supplied, running my fingers over it one more time.
"Good." He smiled, rolling over and fastening his lips to my neck to do the same. I giggled uncontrollably as we fooled around some more before climbing from the bed to get ready for the evening's events.
Dimitri helped me with the sling, making sure it was secure. Even after only ten minutes wearing it, I could feel the difference. He was right, it didn't ache nearly as much as it had been.
We were the last to arrive in the lobby of the hotel but it still wasn't 5PM so we weren't late.
"Finally!" Eddie whined. "I'm fucking hungry." He added and I laughed.
"Oh, poor baby." I giggled.
Lissa had called a taxi and requested a van so we could go to dinner. She'd found a steak house close to the venue so we could walk there after dinner.
It was pretty busy and we had to wait a few minutes until a table was ready. When we were finally seated, they ordered two jugs of beer but Lissa still opted for her glass of white wine instead.
Looking over the menu, I really wanted the fucking steak but I knew I wouldn't be able to cut it.
"I know what you're thinking." Dimitri whispered, leaning over.
"What would that be?" I grumbled, trying to find anything other than the steak appetizing.
"Order the steak, baby. I'll help you cut it." He smiled, kissing my cheek.
"Are you sure? God, I feel like a kid needing my daddy to cut my food." I whined.
"Is that what you call him in bed, 'daddy'?" Christian teased. The table erupted in laughter.
"Watch it Sparky!" I joked. "I'm tempted to just stab the steak with my fork and eat it like a corn dog." I laughed.
Everyone got the steak with a baked potato and all the trimmings. Sautéed mushrooms on the side. I was surprised when even Lissa decided to go for the steak.
Dimitri ordered for me as we were getting the same thing. "Thank you." I grinned, reaching over to run my hand over his thigh.
Hey man," Mason called from the other end of the table. "Are you going to cover that up before the show?" He asked, in all seriousness, pointing at his neck.
"No." Dimitri replied. "Whatever for?" He added. "It's not like I'm advertising myself as available. I've been pretty clear about that with the social media posts." He finished, taking a large gulp of his beer.
"OH! About that." Lissa smiled, picking up her phone. Mine and Dimitri's phones pinged simultaneously. "Post that, both of you and add the new tag I've added to the text message." She informed.
She had taken a photo of Dimitri and I in the lobby of the hotel when we first arrived. I was cradled in his arms and my cast was visible as my hands were around his waist. But my face was tucked into his chest. Dimitri's cheek was resting on my head and a smile was on his face.
We both pulled up Instagram to share the photo when something occurred to me. "Hey, Comrade?" I posed.
"Hmmm…" He murmured, tapping something on his phone before looking at me.
"In all your posts, you've used the hashtags with our names and stuff, but never tagged me or my account." I paused. "How come?" I asked.
"Honestly," He started. "I didn't want some of the more rabid fans to start coming at you." He admitted. "But I'll tag you in this one. If you want me to?" He asked, a little unsure.
"Definitely, tag me." I smirked. "Besides. I can block a bitch." I snickered.
We both posted the photo with our usual tags, with one new exception. '#RomitriReUnited'.
Dinner was excellent and we polished off a third jug of beer between us before walking the few blocks up to the venue. Lissa approached the bouncer, informing him who we were and he allowed us to enter immediately.
The green room was stocked with water and snacks. Everyone shrugged off their jackets and hung them on the available rack against the wall. Dimitri helped me off with mine as my arm was not in a sleeve but I couldn't undo the zipper, which was helping to keep it over my shoulders. I pulled a hair tie from the pocket and approached Lissa, asking her to help my put my hair in a messy bun. I would have asked Dimitri, but Lissa had more experience with my hair and new how to do it just right.
When it was all settled, Dimitri pulled me to sit next to him on the couch, his lips on my neck, as the others looked over the snacks in the room.
There was a loud knock on the door and Ben, the manager stepped in. "Hey guys, welcome." He greeted. "The newspaper reporter is here. Do you need a few minutes?" He asked.
Lissa had to go too, to make sure none of the questions were inappropriate. "You're coming, Rose." She stated. "There's no reason not to, not like there is anything to hide." She reaffirmed.
We stood behind the reporter, facing the guys as they politely answered his questions about the group. Answering things like how they got started, how they knew one another. When he was finished, they posed for a photo that would be featured with the article. Dimitri kissed the Nazar and pressed his hand to his heart just as the photo was snapped.
The news crew was ushered in next and they kept it simple and professional, focusing their questions on the music, while confirming their official band social media account for updated tour info before shaking hands with the guys and leaving.
They had barely left the room before the magazine reporter was ushered in. I heard Lissa audibly groan next to me.
A woman walked in wearing a short dress and heels. She basically looked like she was going to a club, not overseeing an interview for a magazine. She also appeared to be our age and it was clear she was a huge flirt at the way she bent over slightly as she shook each of their hands, giving them a view down her dress; before taking a seat. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a pen and pad of paper to take notes.
"So, guys, welcome!" She smiled, her teeth way to white to be normal.
They smiled politely as she crossed and then uncrossed her legs. Lissa and I had been standing against the side wall and just out of her view, so she thought she was there with them alone. But we could see her just fine.
"I've been following the tour, and the posts on your social media." She started. "I love your sound and the clips you've shared of new songs." She prattled on. Lissa and I walked closer so we stood next to her chair, a good six feet away.
Dimitri noticed first and smiled at me. Although it was clear the woman thought that smile was for her and turned her questions to him. "Dimitri," She started, flicking her hair over her shoulder flirtatiously.
"You've alluded to someone special with a collection of Instagram posts. Are you single?" She flirted.
"No." He stated simply. "I'm very much in love with my girlfriend and there will never be anyone else for me." He added, reaching a hand out towards me.
Lissa pushed me to move over to him, and he wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me against him.
"OH!" The ditzy reported said in surprise. "Okay, then." She smiled tightly, now turning her attention to Christian.
She started flirting with him now and just as it was clear she was going to ask the 'are you single?' question, Lissa stepped forward.
"You're here for an interview about the music. Not their personal relationships. I think this interview is finished." She interrupted, shocking the reporter.
"Look, our readers like to know this stuff." She tried to defend.
"Well, I hope you enjoy the show. You can watch and write about the music from their performance." Lissa stated. "And if I read anything unsavory, I will be reporting your unprofessional behaviour and attire for conducting an interview in this manner." She finalized.
The woman grabbed her bag and scrambled from the chair offering up a pitiful apology before leaving the room.
"Thank fuck. What is wrong with people?" Mason exclaimed in irritation.
"That is one of the many reasons why we never want to have a recording contract. Having to deal with whatever that was." Christian interjected.
"Well, you know what they say boys." I teased.
"What's that?" Lissa questioned.
"All that glitters, ain't gold."
Трахни меня – Fuck me
Song: "I'd Come For You" By Nickelback
Just one more moment, that's all that's needed,
Like wounded soldiers in need of healing
Time to be honest, this time I'm pleading,
Please don't dwell on it, 'cause I didn't mean it
I can't believe I said I'd lay our love on the ground,
But it doesn't matter 'cause I made it up, forgive me now
Every day I spend away, my soul's inside out,
Gotta be some way that I can make it up to you now, somehow
By now you know that I'd come for you
No one but you, yes, I'd come for you
But only if you told me to
And I'd fight for you
I'd lie, it's true
Give my life for you
You know I'd always come for you
I was blindfolded, but now I'm seeing,
My mind was closing, now I'm believing
I finally know just what it means to let someone in,
To see the side of me that no one does, or ever will
So if you're ever lost and find yourself all alone,
I'd search forever just to bring you home,
Here and now, this I vow
By now you know that I'd come for you
No one but you, yes, I'd come for you
But only if you told me to
And I'd fight for you
I'd lie, it's true
Give my life for you
You know I'd always come for you
You know I'd always come for you
No matter what gets in my way
As long as there's still life in me
No matter what, remember
You know I'd always come for you
Yes, I'd come for you, no one but you,
Yes, I'd come for you, but only if you told me to
And I'd fight for you,
I'd lie, it's true
Give my life for you,
You know I'd always come for you
No matter what gets in my way,
As long as there's still life in me
No matter what, remember, you know I'd always come for you
I'd crawl across this world for you,
Do anything you want me to
No matter what, remember, you know I'd always come for you
You know I'd always come for you.