Author Notes:

Mature content ahead.

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When Dimitri got to his 1982 Chevy Camaro, he ran his fingertips gently across the hood, checking for scratches and patting it gently. "Baby," he said, in Russian, talking to the car, "I hope you were treated well today."

Rose fought off a chill at hearing the scintillating tones of Dimitri's fluent Russian words, approached him from behind, and said, "This is your car, Comrade?"

Inwardly, she was thinking, "Couldn't you afford something better?" until Dimitri grinned at her and said, "Yes, it takes a little extra time and money, but it's worth it to own a classic."

"You're certainly an enigma, Dimitri," Rose told Dimitri as he opened her door for her, being the gentleman and letting her in before he went to his side of the car.

Dimitri gave her a wicked grin and said, "You know that I could say the same, Roza."

"No, Comrade," she told him as she buckled her seatbelt, "I'm just me."

Once he had finished securing his own seatbelt and started the engine, Dimitri gave Rose a full grin and said, "How many high school girls use the word 'enigma' on their own - outside of an essay? Or get a detention for the entire semester on the first day of classes? Or started a fist fight with two senior boys as a sophomore and came out without a scratch?"

Rose looked at Dimitri in surprise. "You didn't think I knew about that last one, did you?" Dimitri asked, "Mr. Alto told me your discipline record was required reading before I had you in detention. Honestly, it took me a couple of days to get through it all. It was pretty thick."

"Only one of the guys was actually fighting me," Rose said, "They were going to tell the whole school that my best friend was cutting herself - I had to defend her. I run three miles every week and took four years of Tae Kwon Do, so I'm pretty hard to beat. My parents made me quit the martial arts after that fight, though."

"Oh?" Dimitri asked, arching one eyebrow, "We have a lot in common. I run every morning and I used to fight MMA matches to pay my way through college. We should run together - or spar at my gym sometime."

Rose got a thrill thinking about it, but took a moment to consider. "I'd like to go running together. Sparring in a public place, though? Comrade, I'm not sure I could keep my hands off of you, if we were that close," she said, "after tonight, I mean."

Dimitri smirked. "Probably true," he said, reaching out his hand to place it on her knee between shifting gears. "I don't think I could keep my hands off of you, either - after tonight. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. So beautiful it hurts me sometimes. I can barely keep my hand off of you now."
"So, don't keep your hands off of me now," said Rose.

Dimitri's smirk only widened as he asked, "You're still not wearing panties, are you?"

"I'm not," Rose replied, giving Dimitri her man-eater smile, and moving his hand further up her thigh, under her skirt.

"It's going to be ..." Dimitri cleared his throat, "hard - for lack of a better word - to shift gears and drive while doing this at the same time," Dimitri told Rose as he let his fingers slide into the apex of her thighs and into the wet heat that awaited him there. As his fingers made contact, Rose let out a moan.

"Damn, Comrade," Rose said, as he pulled his hand back to change gears when it was time to turn a corner, "that feels so good when you touch me, but you keep pulling your hand away."

"Tell me something, Roza," said Dimitri, voice deepening and accent thickening, "did you mean what you said on the first day of school about thinking of me in your bed alone?"

Rose practically moaned out, "Yes, I did."

"Did you touch yourself thinking of me, Roza?" he asked, still in that deep, husky voice.

"Yes," Rose breathed out.

Dimitri groaned at the thought of it. "Would you do that for me now?" he asked, "I'd like you to show me."

Rose moaned but was helpless to speak. She pulled up her skirt to her waist so that her lower half was bare to his gaze. She ran a hand up the inside of her thigh and immediately began using her fingers to work her core at a blistering pace.

"Slowly," Dimitri growled possessively, "Just tease and try not to make yourself come. We're not far from the apartment now and I want that privilege to be mine tonight."

Rose nodded, slowed her fingers, and looked Dimitri in the eye. "Better?" she asked.

Dimitri asked, "Could you separate your legs further? I would like to see you better." Rose spread her legs further, giving Dimitri a glimpse of her most sensitive parts. He groaned as he watched, having trouble keeping his eyes on the road long enough to drive.

"Ungh, mmm, Dimitri," Rose purred as she felt his fingers joining her own for a moment before he had to shift again.

"We're almost there now, Roza," said Dimitri as he turned the Camaro into the parking lot. As soon as the car was parked in his carport and shut off, Dimitri leaned over Rose and kissed her, wrapping one hand in her hair and squeezing her breast with the other. Rose moaned in pleasure, feeling his tongue massaging her own.

Dimitri broke off the kiss and said, "We'd better go inside now," while adjusting his pants trying to obscure his erection. Rose nodded, pulled her skirt down, grabbed her book bag, and got out of the car.

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