Author's Notes:

More adult content this chapter.

Please don't hold it against me if you speak Russian and Google Translate has let me down.

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"That was a lovely meal, Mr. and Mrs. Mazur," Dimitri said, as he set down his silverware, "Thank you so much for inviting me. It's nice to have someone to spend the holiday with."

Abe said, "Pssh, I've told you a hundred times to call me Abe, Dimitri!"

While Janine simultaneously told him, "That's Ms. Hathaway to you."

Rose wasn't sure if she should be glad that Dimitri had bonded so well with her father or frustrated by the animosity between Dimitri and her mother.

Abe followed up with, "We're glad to have you here, Dimitri! It's nice to see Rose in a relationship with such a responsible individual. But what's this about not having someone to spend the holiday with?"

"Oh," Dimitri replied, "Well, you see, my family - my mother, sisters, and grandmother - all still live in Russia. My roommate has left town to be with his own family, so it's just me by myself for the four-day weekend. And actually, today is my birthday, so it's nice not to be alone for that."

Rose turned to Dimitri with wide eyes. "It's your birthday? How did that never come up?"

"Well, it's not really that big of a deal," said Dimitri, "I'm just happy to spend time with you."

Rose felt her cheeks warm and then whispered low to Dimitri, "Remind me to give you a special gift when we're alone later."

"It's important for our girls to have time with the people they're close to on this holiday," Abe announced with a jovial smile, "Vasilisa, where is that boy you're an item with? Didn't we invite him, also?"

"The more the fucking merrier," Janine muttered under her breath, casting an irritated glance over at her husband.

Rose's eyes turned to Lissa, panicked at the idea of Christian - or Christian's Aunt Tasha - seeing Dimitri there as Rose's boyfriend.

"Oh, Christian isn't coming by until Saturday," said Lissa, "Tasha was taking him up North skiing for the holiday."

Rose tried to look nonchalant as she took a deep breath of relief at that, but it didn't escape Janine's notice. "Rose, did you and the Ozera boy get into a fight again? Maybe I should check on your school discipline record."

"Uh, no," Lissa quickly broke in, "Christian ... well, he was trying to surprise me the other day and accidentally ... " Lissa tried to come up with a lie as quickly as she could, "kissed Rose."

Dimitri clenched his fist. Most at the table didn't notice, but Rose caught it right away.

"Chill, Comrade," she whispered, "Relax, it's just a story. No one has been in my mouth but you since the Halloween party."

When Rose realized how she had phrased her statement to Dimitri, she flushed again, causing Lissa's entire kiss story to be quite believable to Janine. "Well tell that boy to keep his lips to himself. One of our daughters is one thing, but two is quite a different story."

"Should I show you just who owns that luscious mouth of yours, Roza?" Dimitri whispered, "And see what can be inside it?"

Rose felt her pulse quicken. "Mom, Dad, do you mind if I give Dimitri a tour of the house to give his food some time to settle before anyone does any sparring?"

Abe responded before Janine could speak up, "Absolutely, Rose. Remember to show him the garage!"

Not allowing Janine a chance to derail things, Rose pulled Dimitri away from the table and down the long hallway.

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"Where are we going, Roza?" asked Dimitri, easily keeping up with her brisk walking pace that would've made most shorter men pant, "You haven't said a word to me since we left the table."

Rose came to a room at the end of the hall and opened the door, then pulled Dimitri past her and inside it, walking inside and shutting the door behind herself. The room contained two large clothes washers and two large driers.

"Here," she finally replied, "The laundry room is sound-proofed. I wanted to give you a -"

Before Dimitri could even think it through, he had wrapped his arms around her and his mouth was smashed onto hers. Rose returned the fierce kiss, clashing tongues and teeth. In moments, both of them were gasping for air.

As Dimitri's mouth descended to Rose's neck, running his hands along the inside of the back of her shirt, he told her, "I didn't think we'd get time to be alone together today, Roza. You have no idea how badly I have wanted you."

Dimitri's hands unclasped Rose's bra and then pressed between her shoulder blades, causing her chest to arch forward, as his face dipped lower. Rose felt heat rushing to her center as Dimitri began kissing the tops of her breasts and clenched her thighs together. Her hands tangled in his hair as he pressed her body up against the washer, letting her feel his hardness against her belly.

"Never, Roza," Dimitri said, tugging the cup of her bra down and pulling a nipple into his mouth through the fabric of her shirt, "No other man will ever have your mouth again.  I will never give you up! And I will never share this body. I will never share your mouth," he kissed her lips, "or your gorgeous breasts," his lips were on her other nipple through her shirt again, "or this cute little flat stomach," Dimitri lifted the hem of Rose's shirt and peppered her stomach with kisses, then unfastened her jeans and pulled them and her panties down to her ankles, "or this beautiful pizda," he said, pulling one of her legs over his shoulder, burying his face between Rose's legs, and licking along the length of her already-drenched core.

Rose whimpered as he worked his tongue along her folds, circling her center and lapping at her engorged clit. Thrusting a finger inside her, Dimitri replied, "Roza. You. Are. Mine!"

His tongue worked her gently, just teasing at the slightest possibility of a climax, as his finger worked in and out, while Rose clutched Dimitri's hair with one hand and held herself up against the washer with the other, helpless to do anything but scratch her nails gently against his scalp and accept his delicious tongue torture.

Dimitri used his free hand to unbutton his pants and had slid his hand inside his boxers, wrapping it around his hardened length and giving it an occasional stroke.

"Please, Dimitri. Please," Rose cried, feeling the agony build as Dimitri continued his soft slow licks that only caused her to throb more, "Please."

"What do you need, Roza?" Dimitri asked, pulling back and smirking up at her face, "You never use your words to tell me."

Dimitri returned his tongue to Rose's aching clit, just barely nudging it with the wet heat of his mouth.

"Fuck me. Now. Hard," she gasped.

Dimitri removed Rose's leg from his shoulder and stood, pulling down his pants just enough to free his steel shaft. After helping Rose to sit on the edge of the washer, he brought his lips back to Rose's and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips as he ran the tip of his manhood along her slit. "Is this what you want?" he murmured against her lips, grazing her clit over and over.

"Yes," Rose pleaded, "Now, please."

As soon as the word was out of Rose's mouth, Dimitri slammed inside her as deep as he could go. Rose moaned out from the almost-painful pleasure in her stretched core.

"Who do you belong to, Roza?" Dimitri asked.

Rose breathed, "You, Dimitri. Only you."

Dimitri pulled almost all of the way out and pounded into her again, cupping the side of her face with one hand and kissing along her jawline. Rose moaned louder.

"And who gets your mouth?"

"Only you."

Another heart-stopping thrust. "And who gets your heart?"

"Only you, Dimitri." Dimitri pulled out and pumped back into Rose again. "Only ever you."

He thrusted again. "And who do you think owns my cock?"

"I do."

Again. "And my body?"

"I do."

Another pump deep inside her. "And my heart?"

Rose gasped as he pumped harder, again and again and again. "I do."

Dimitri continued, each pause punctuated by another hard thrust and a gasping breath, "Only - you - Roza. Always - you. Forever. I - love - you - with all - that - I have. I - always - will."

As Dimitri finished his sentence, he began thrusting and pumping into Rose in earnest, pistoning his hips with undeniable speed and force.

Rose felt herself let go and a moment later, Dimitri was emptying himself inside her.

Dimitri and Rose stood there, holding each other and allowing the waves of pleasure to settle. Rose kissed Dimitri's lips gently and then told him, "I love you, Dimitri. Happy birthday."

"I couldn't ask for a better birthday present than just to be with you, Roza. I love you. You make me happier than I've ever been."

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Author's Notes:

This chapter is now the first chapter to be released on Wattpad before Fanfiction or ArchiveOfOurOwn gets it. It's my plan to do them all that way for the rest of this story. I put a preview of the chapter out on my Facebook page (page on profile) earlier in the week. If all goes as I plan/hope, you can expect chapter 13 next week around this time (Friday/Saturday/Sunday for Wattpad, Sunday/Monday/Tuesday for the other sites).

Do any of you have a holiday birthday? I saw in an article or something at one point that Richelle Mead had said Dimitri was a Sagittarius. I'm also one and my November-end birthday often (4/7 of the time) falls on the extended U.S. Thanksgiving weekend, so I made the date close to my own birthday (hence the screen name Russian1126 in chapter 1) and did the same for him. I have a lot of personal experience with downplayed (or really shit-tacular) birthdays falling on the family holiday - including my 18th when I was not allowed to acknowledge it was my birthday and I came back from the four-day college break (I was a young college student at the time) a few days later to find that the dorm's Resident Director discovered my roommate's alcohol in my fridge and we were both put on probation!

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