"Man," Stan Alto said, "I hope this is one of those, 'you should see the other guy,' situations. You must've had one hell of a Thanksgiving."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," replied Dimitri, as he sat down at the table in the teachers' lounge with his packed lunch.

"What? Did you get beaten by a girl or something?"

Dimitri grimaced. "Something like that."

"Didn't you say you were a martial arts instructor? How did you let some woman get the best of you, man? It's been years since I've been combat-ready, but I was in the marines for years. I'm starting to think maybe I could still take you," Stan taunted.

"It's not like that," Dimitri defended.

Stan practically sneered, "Sure, it wasn't. Only one woman ever beat me and she was a marine with more than five years of hand-to-hand training."

"According to what I have heard, this one was a combat instructor with six years of hand-to-hand."

Stan shook his head. "Really? If I didn't know better, it almost sounds like you fought with Janine Hathaway. She's the only female who ever beat me. Word has it she was sparring with someone over Thanksgiving who gave her a pretty good shiner, too."

Dimitri tried to school his features before Stan could see his face. Knowing Stan knew Rose's parents, this could all blow up very quickly under the wrong circumstances.

Throwing him off of the trail is crucial right now, Dimitri thought.

"Not at all. Two women were home on leave and walked into the martial arts studio where I train and asked to spar. I assumed they were both single. One of them got a little upset after I tried to ask out the other one on a date while we were sparring. Apparently, they were a couple. Lesson learned, but hopefully I'll never be fighting her again."

"Well, just the same," offered Stan, "maybe you and I should still spar some time? Think I could take you?"

Dimitri smiled. "It's a deal."

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When Dimitri arrived at his classroom from lunch, there was a note on his desk addressed to "Woodrow Call" on lined notebook paper with hearts written next to the name on it. Dimitri frowned at how potentially obvious this could be, but he was also excited by the prospect of whatever Rose might have had to say to him.

He opened it and read:

Hey Cowboy,

I keep thinking of the way you defended my honor in that skirmish with the she-devil. If you have time, I'll see you at your apartment tonight after you finish up at the school to give you a personal thank you.

- Your damsel in distress

Dimitri smiled at the thought of exactly what Rose's personal thank you might be.

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As the final bell rang for detention to end, Dimitri called out, "Miss Hathaway, you still have that fifteen minutes of extra detention time to make up. I'll give you a ride home today if you need it, but you're not leaving yet."

Rose tried to look dejected as she replied, "Okay, Mr. Belikov. But don't blame me if I mess up your ancient-looking car."

As soon as the rest of the students had left, Rose stood and walked to Dimitri's desk, eyebrows raised, while he was merely settling in to read another chapter of his western novel.

"You ready, Comrade?" she asked.

Dimitri looked up at Rose from his book, saying, "As much as I can't wait for whatever is to come, Roza, eventually someone is going to notice if I'm supposed to be keeping you after for additional detention and we're not here for it. I need you to go back to your seat for another fifteen minutes. If you want, I can walk back there with you and we can talk."

Rose frowned slightly, but agreed. "Okay. Could you please?"

Rose turned to walk to the back of the class. When Dimitri walked to the back of the classroom with her, Rose watched his body as he moved. Despite his size, he moved with grace and precision. He pulled a chair up to beside her desk and sat.

"Dimitri," Rose whispered, trailing her hand along his inner thigh, "I really want to kiss you right now, but that seems like a really bad idea; doesn't it?"

"Even if there wasn't a possibility of being caught, Roza, there's this," he replied, pointing at his broken nose in the rather awkward cast.

Rose gave him her man-eating smile and ran her hand higher along his thigh. "Maybe I just need to kiss you on somewhere that's not your face ..." When Rose got to the word 'face', she cupped his already-hardening manhood.

"Fuck," cursed Dimitri, as Rose began to stroke him through his khakis.

"You watch the door, and I'll watch my mouth around your cock," Rose said as she began tugging at the zipper on his pants, seeking permission with her eyes.

Dimitri gave Rose an exasperated look and then nodded. "This needs to be quick, though. And I can't return the favor here."

"That's fine, Comrade," Rose said as she began tugging his pants open and pulling the waistband of his boxer briefs down. Dimitri leaned back slightly in his seat, just curious as to what she would do next.

Rose's hand circled around Dimitri's hard shaft and she pumped it a few times, but he was already at full attention. Without wasting another moment, Rose leaned down in her seat and took him deep into her mouth, bobbing fast and deep onto his shaft. Dimitri let out a startled gasp as he felt himself deep in the back of her throat, then took his hand and began clutching her head, running his fingers through her hair.

Rose continued to work his length, running her tongue along the ridge on the side and in circles around the crown.

Dimitri struggled to keep his eyes open and not close them from the pleasure, but nonetheless kept his gaze fixed on the classroom door. If there were to be someone walking in, there probably wouldn't be time to fully cover, but better to have that split second reaction time than for someone to get a good minute or so of an eyeful of Rose sucking him off while he wasn't paying attention.

"If I see or hear someone coming," Dimitri gasped as Rose continued to stroke and bob, "we will have to move quick to keep from being found out."

Without ceasing her movement, Rose hummed an, "Mmhmm," then continued to work his length. Though she got her response to his comment across, too, Dimitri felt the vibrations of her voice through mouth and nearly couldn't take anymore. Dimitri groaned at the incredible feel of Rose's mouth wrapped around him. He began applying gentle pressure to her head, urging her to move faster, as he got closer and closer to his peak.

Just when Dimitri thought he would go crazy if she kept going at this pace for even one additional second, Rose increased her speed even more, increasing the suction of her mouth.

"Fuck!" he rasped out, as he began shooting his seed deep into Rose's throat.

She continued to suck and bob, letting Dimitri ride out his climax, then slowly pulled away when she was sure he had finished, giving him a little kiss on his tip.

While Dimitri began tucking himself back away and zipping his pants, Rose wiped her lip and then glanced at the clock on the wall. "Five minutes," she laughed, "I think that's gotta be some kind of record."

Dimitri pulled Rose to him, murmuring in her ear, "Only you could get me to come so quickly, Roza. I'll definitely have to see about returning that favor later on, though."

Rose wrapped her arms around him, smiled, and gave Dimitri a gentle kiss on the neck, whispering, "I love you, Dimitri."

"I love you, too, Roza."

A moment later, the tell-tale click-clacking of heels on the tile in the hallway alerted them that someone was on their way. The two of them broke apart and Dimitri stood to walk back to his desk. As Dimitri sat down, principal Kirova knocked on the classroom door, then entered without waiting for an invitation.

"Mr. Belikov," she said, "How much longer do you think you'll be here tonight? We have a professional flooring company coming this evening to wax all of the linoleum tiles. We'll need you to clear out the classroom for the evening soon, if possible."

Dimitri glanced at the clock, and then straightened his tie. "Miss Hathaway has another five minutes of detention to make up. She rode the bus, so I will be leaving to take her home as soon as her detention time is over."

"Very good. Thank you again, Mr. Belikov, for your dedication to this job. You've proven to be a true asset to this school." After another few seconds, Kirova added, "I do hope that whatever happened to your face, that you are alright?"

"You should have seen the other guy," he said.

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Author's Notes:

Have you ever walked in on someone else or had someone walk in on you (or almost walk in) in a compromising position? If so, what happened?

The preview for this chapter went up on my Facebook author page on Sunday night, Wattpad got this chapter on Monday, and the other sites get this chapter on Wednesday.

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For those of you waiting for it, my hope is to update The Sympathy Screw on Tuesday.