"Do you think it's going to be weird?" Lissa questioned her best friend as the pair of them stepped into the yoga studio on Friday night.
"Do I think what will be weird?" Rose replied with a quizzical look on her face. Lissa often started conversations halfway through, expecting Rose to know exactly what she was talking about. Having been best friends since they were toddling and babbling, it was often the case that Rose would understand, but tonight – not so much.
"Well, it might be your fifth week coming to yoga, but it's the first time you've been here since, you know, being with Dimitri," the blonde explained as they dumped their bags in their usual corner at the back of the studio, synchronously facing the mirrored wall and scraping their hair back into ponytails, ready for the session to begin.
Has it only been a week since the first time we slept together? Rose thought to herself. It feels like a lifetime.
"No," she shrugged. "Why would it be?"
"I don't know, I just thought it might be. You know, teacher student relationship and all that," Lissa explained with a giggle, causing Rose to scoff with amusement.
"He's hardly my teacher, Liss. He's an instructor. It's not like we're getting graded or anything, we're just coming to a class to work out."
"I guess."
"And besides," Rose continued as the pair made their way to the mats, "I get to enjoy the fact that I have sex with him and those girls at the front, that so clearly fancy him, don't."
Lissa chuckled at her friend's candour, looking in the direction of their yoga instructor at the front of the studio, surrounded by a group of giggling women. Rose was right, it was so obvious that they all found him attractive. But then again, who wouldn't? Even Lissa could appreciate his looks, and she was a married woman!
"I suppose that's one way of looking at it."
"Good evening, everyone," Dimitri's deep voice echoed through the room suddenly.
The giggling pack of hyenas scurried to their mats and Rose inwardly rolled her eyes. Moving into his position front and centre, Dimitri threw a wink in Rose's direction, causing a pink tinge to appear on her cheeks.
Suck it, bitches, she thought.
"Let's begin."
"Jeez, the way he kept looking at you even turned me on," Lissa chuckled once Dimitri signalled the end of their class and the women started to gather their things.
As always, Dimitri hadn't once stolen his gaze from Rose, and she had spent most of their session squirming under the intense heat.
"Liss!" Rose couldn't help but laugh.
As the blonde lifted her bag from the floor, she noticed that Rose wasn't anywhere near ready to leave, feigning fixing her hair in the mirror and doing everything but getting herself ready to go. She was stalling, clearly.
"Are you staying?"
Rose scoffed.
"Do you need to ask?"
Lissa laughed and rolled her glistening green eyes before giving her friend a brief hug and making her way towards the door.
"I'll see you soon," she said, pausing to wave goodbye to Dimitri as she and the last few girls left the studio.
"Can I help you, Miss Hathaway?" Dimitri asked, his Russian accent thick as ever.
He chucked the last of the mats into the storeroom before making his way to the windows to close down for the night. The dream from the first night they met suddenly flashed across Rose's mind – the dream in which she imagined Dimitri having his way with her right there in his studio. She had felt like such a creep after that, having only met the man a few hours before. Now, however, it seemed like it could be a very real possibility!
With dirty thoughts on her mind, Rose could already feel the heat building in the air as she watched Dimitri slowly close the blinds and lock the door. Now, no one could disturb them.
"I asked you a question, Roza," Dimitri smirked and sauntered towards her, his smouldering gaze fixing her in place.
"Do you remember those dreams you mentioned before?" He questioned huskily once he reached her, his darkened eyes staring intently into her own. "Of you and me, here."
Rose swallowed. How was it that he knew exactly what she was thinking about?
"How could I forget?"
"Do you want to turn it into a reality?" Dimitri asked, tangling a hand into her hair and gently pulling her head back to expose her neck.
"God yes," she groaned, the heat already pooling between her legs, and Dimitri instantly attached his lips to the sensitive skin of her clavicle.
As his mouth explored her neck, one hand gripping her waist, the other still entwined in her brown locks, he navigated her backwards until she suddenly hit the wall. She found herself deliciously trapped between the cold wall of the studio and the warmth of the muscular man in front of her. She groaned as he laced kisses along her jawline before settling on her lips, their tongues moving together in a dance that they had grown accustomed to.
Just as Dimitri untangled himself from her hair in search for the hook of her bra, they heard the tell-tale rattle of the door as someone tried to enter the studio. When it didn't open, whoever was on the other side knocked on the glass, clearly seeing the light through the blinds. When they knocked again, Dimitri pulled away from Rose with a groan, glaring in the direction of the door. As he did so, he noticed a light brown jacket strewn at the side of the room.
He rolled his eyes.
"Camille left her coat."
Rose sighed inwardly, frustrated at the interruption.
"Are you going to give it to her?" She asked.
"I'd rather give it to you," he replied with a smirk, returning to his previous ministrations on her neck.
Rose chuckled, reaching around to the nape of his neck and releasing his hair from its ponytail.
"Seriously though, Dimitri, she might be cold."
"No, Roza, she can get it another time. She left it on purpose," he mumbled between kisses.
"What do you mean?" she asked, furrowing her brows.
"She's made it clear that she wants me, she's left it before so that she could come back and see me after everyone else left," Dimitri explained. "She's obviously trying again."
"Oh," Rose could feel a twinge of jealousy rise briefly in her chest.
Dimitri grinned and pulled away to look at her.
"Are you jealous, Roza?"
"Maybe."
"Don't be."
Another knock echoed around the studio walls as the woman, Camille, tried tapping on the door once more. With a frustrated groan, Dimitri grabbed Rose's hand and pulled her away from the wall, eagerly leading her to the store cupboard where he had stored the mats only five minutes before.
"That's better," he stated, before pulling her against him once more. Their mouths found each other again, and Dimitri wasted no time before snaking one of his large hands into her yoga pants, his fingers eagerly brushing against her already dripping slit. When one of his fingers began to circle the sensitive button at the top of her core, a choked moan fell from Rose's lips as she almost shattered there and then.
A deep growl emitted from Dimitri's lips in response, and the urge to taste her overcame him. Lacing his fingers in her waistline, he quickly pulled her yoga pants and underwear down, settling on his knees as he did so. He began to place tender kisses along her calf, up to her thigh, slowly moving closer to the sweet spot where she needed him most.
Flattening his tongue, he licked a path along her folds, before settling at her bundle of nerves. Rose whimpered with desire in response, her moans almost turning into a scream of pleasure as two of his fingers joined his tongue, plunging deep into her and hitting the perfect spot inside her. Holding her still, he lost himself in her taste as his tongue lapped at her clit and his fingers expertly twisted in and out of her. The tell-tale knot of desire was soon building intensely in her abdomen, and it didn't take long for her to topple over the edge, crying out his name, her body shaking as she rode out her orgasm on his fingers.
"Fuck, Roza," Dimitri groaned when she finished, wiping her juices from his chin and licking his fingers clean. It was a sight that instantly sparked Rose's lust once more. "I can't get over how you taste."
"I can't get over how easily you make me cum," she grinned as she caught her breath.
"Well, I'm not finished with you yet, Roza," Dimitri growled, smirking as he thought about all the things they would get up to. "We're going back to my place."
By the time they had explored practically every surface of Dimitri's apartment and almost every position possible, Rose had cum so many times she thought that it was impossible to ever cum again!
It was also suddenly 1am – they had been at it for hours!
The pair laid breathless on the bed, their bodies sore, aching and glistening with sweat – just how Rose liked it. She had never felt like this with anyone else. Only Dimitri had been able to bring her to such heights of pleasure.
"You okay?" Dimitri asked once his breathing returned to normal, sitting up and stretching his aching muscles before making his way off the bed.
"Definitely," Rose replied with a grin, turning on her side to face him.
"Do you want to shower?"
"Why, so you can try your luck another time?" She teased.
Dimitri growled, fixing her with a dominating look that said, 'you won't be able to walk if you keep pushing my buttons'.
"No, it's okay," Rose giggled, "I'll just shower when I get home."
"Okay, if you're sure," Dimitri said with a friendly smile, before fetching a fresh towel from the cupboard so that he could have a shower himself. "Wait, you don't have your car like you usually do. How are you getting home?"
"Walking, I guess," Rose shrugged as she stood from the bed, hoping to go in search of her clothes that were strewn somewhere in the apartment.
Dimitri's heart hesitated for a slight second in his chest. It was gone 1 am, and Rose lived at least a thirty minute walk from his place.
"Walking? At this time of night?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't think so," he stated, his commanding tone of voice telling her that he was not one to be argued with in this matter.
"Well then how am I going to get home?" She questioned, rolling her eyes. "Lissa will be asleep by now so I can't ask her to pick me up."
And Adrian will be anything but happy to come and get me from another man's apartment, she thought to herself.
Dimitri thought for a moment. He definitely didn't want her walking home this late, but how else would she get home?
"Just stay," he stated, coming to the conclusion that this was probably the only option.
Rose blinked, a fleeting look of shock flashing across her eyes. Had she heard him correctly?
"Stay? Didn't you say that was against the 'rules'?"
"I know. But I'd rather you sleep here just this once with me, than wake up to the news that you've been murdered."
Rose chuckled at his bluntness, feeling slightly giddy that he would have worried about her if she walked home.
"Gee, thanks. Why don't you just drive me home if you're worried?"
Dimitri hesitated. It was a simple solution, but he was certainly too tired and sore to drive at that moment.
"No, it's okay," Was it? It had been a long time since a girl slept, literally slept, in his bed. "Stay here. I'm tired anyway and I don't really feel like driving. Just stay with me."
Rose thought about his proposal for a minute, deep down desperately wanting to stay with him, but not wanting to disrespect his boundaries and push him into something he might regret.
"As long as you're sure," she sighed, "I don't have any clothes to sleep in though."
A grin crept onto Dimitri's face at her words. "So sleep naked then."
"Ha, I don't think so."
"Shame," he chuckled, before reaching into his dresser and chucking her one of his t-shirts. "I'll be right back," he told her, heading into the bathroom to shower, leaving her alone in his room.
Rose pulled his shirt over her head, giggling inwardly at how much it drowned her. She hadn't quite realised the size difference between them was so large!
As she settled into the bed, silently hoping that she had chosen the right side, she wondered whether this was a good idea. She agreed that it probably wasn't safe to walk home, but sleeping with Dimitri in his bed was something that he had established early on as a boundary in their complicated arrangement. Yet, as Rose lay her head on the pillow, breathing in his lingering scent and listening to the rush of water echo off the bathroom walls as he showered, she couldn't help but smile.
Hours later, the sunlight peered through a small gap in the curtains, bathing the bed in a warm glow.
"Morning, Roza," Dimitri greeted groggily as they both awoke.
Dimitri had woken first, startling slightly at the extra body in his bed, until he remembered that he had asked Rose to stay. It was unusual for him to share a bed, but he would have blamed himself entirely had something happened to her as she made her way home by foot in the early hours of the morning.
"Morning," Rose yawned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "For a moment I forgot where I was."
"Shall I remind you?" Dimitri asked, the urge to kiss her too strong to stop himself.
Reaching out, he draped an arm over her waist, pulling her closer to him and attaching his mouth to hers, his desire for her already clear beneath the sheets, rubbing gently against her thigh.
"I could get used to this," he mumbled against her lips, as she tangled a hand into his dishevelled hair.
"Get used to what?"
"You, almost naked, in my bed first thing in the morning," he explained.
"Well it's your rule that's stopping me."
"Hmm," was all Dimitri could say, before his fingers curled beneath the hem of her top, lifting the material over her head and leaving her naked before him. Rose groaned as his hand travelled along her hip and up to her chest, taking one of her breasts firmly into his palm.
Just as he brought his tongue down to her hard nipple, they heard a knock at the front door echoing through the apartment.
"черт возьми," he grumbled, swearing. "Why are people always trying to interrupt us?"
With a huff, Dimitri tore himself away from the naked goddess below him, reaching for some pyjama pants and pulling them on before going to see who was knocking at his door so early in the morning.
Not a moment later, he rushed back into the room carrying Rose's clothes that were left in the living room the night before, a look of urgency and concern behind his eyes.
"You need to get dressed," he told her, passing her the pile of clothes and grabbing a t-shirt for himself to add to the bottoms he was already wearing.
"Why? Who is it?" Rose asked, quickly hopping out of the bed to do as she was told.
"My Mama," he told her. "And my Babushka."
Hi everyone, hope you're okay! Finally managed to get the next chapter out for you all.
Thank you so much for the reviews on the last few chapters, they really make me smile and each review I get motivates me to write more.
Those of you that write, do you find that you get so many ideas for later chapters and just have to start writing them, even if you're in the middle of writing an earlier chapter? I've just written the most angsty chapter for this story because it was constantly swimming around my head! Stay tuned for this ;)