My feet were killing me. I kicked my shoes off at the door, making a mental note to move them before Dimitri got home; all I could think of was lying down on my bed and not moving for an hour. Training the new guardians took all my energy, as much as it took my free time. I couldn't remember the last time I spent the day with Dimitri—let alone when we last had sex.

The itch was there and I couldn't ignore it for much longer.

I unbuttoned my shirt as I crossed our apartment to the bedroom; releasing my hair from the tight bun as I opened the door. The tension rolled off my shoulders with each step closer to my bed.

"Roza?"

The startled call of my name made me pause, and the sight before me made me forget my previous exhaustion. A smirk showed on my face as I dragged my eyes from Dimitri's wide eyes and parted lips, down his bare chest to where he gasped himself in hand. His bicep was flexed, fingers wrapped around the base of his cock; the head red and weeping.

"Hey, comrade," I greeted. "Having fun without me?"

Dimitri swallowed; face flushed from exertion. "I thought you were finishing late."

"I thought you had a meeting with Hans today?"

"It was cancelled," he replied with a twitch of his lips. Dimitri shifted on the bed, releasing himself, "If I knew–"

"Don't stop," I told him. He paused and looked at me in confusion. I smiled, "Finish."

He laughed with a nervous edge, "Roza."

"I mean it," I assured. I stepped back and leaned against our dresser; my shirt parted to show my bra and bare stomach. "I want you to keep going."

"You want to watch?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes."

Dimitri held my eyes. Slowly, he shifted back from the edge of the bed, resettling himself against the headboard and grasping himself. His muscles tensed as his hand began to move, slow strokes to work himself up again. "You could come join me," he offered.

"After." I enjoyed the view too much. I felt like I was teasing myself watching Dimitri pleasure himself. I wanted to touch, but I relished the way he stared at me from the bed—doing as I said. "Make yourself come for me, Dimitri."

His hand picked up the pace, his eyes filled with desire and need. The room was silent except for Dimitri's sharp inhales as he got closer. I couldn't hold myself back; knowing he was a few strokes away, I climbed onto the bed and kneeled between his parted thighs. Dimitri's fingers brushed my hair back from my face as I lowered my mouth to the head of his cock.

My lips wrapped around him as he moaned, filling my mouth.

"I hope you enjoyed the show," he laughed weakly, boneless on the bed as he caught his breath.

"I did," I praised as I sat up and kissed him. When I pulled back, I winked as I removed my shirt, "My turn to give you a show."