Author's Note:

If you've gotten this far, you already know there's grown-up stuff and you shouldn't read this story if you're a child. This chapter is probably the first clean(-ish) whole chapter you're going to see in this work. (Enjoy your angsty filler material. 😜)

P.S. If you are looking for a nice Romitri happy ending and chapter 4 is the last chapter currently present, either be prepared to wait for chapter 5 or hold off on reading this until I get further in the publishing of this story.

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"It's sort of too bad that we don't have time for another round," Rose said, her man-eating smile firmly in place, as she shifted off of him and began to get up from the bed.

"Another day," Dimitri said, looking around the room for his clothes, "Would you like something to drink before we go? I have some hot chocolate. I've seen how much you seem to love chocolate when I've been watching you in the cafeteria."

Rose chuckled at the thought that he already knew her so well. "Sure," she said, "I'd like that."

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"There will be another day - won't there?" asked Rose, as she began to button the last button on her shirt, "I don't want this to end."

Dimitri was about to answer when he heard noises in the living room. "Der'mo," he cursed in Russian, "Ivan is home."

"Now what happens?" Rose asked.

"Time to face the music," Dimitri replied, putting his hand to the door, "But first ..." Dimitri pulled Rose to him and crushed his lips against hers, molding her body to his. One hand tangled in her hair and the other was around her waist, clutching her as close to him as he could.

"What was that for?" Rose asked.

"If I'm already going to go to hell, I might as well burn," Dimitri replied.

Before Dimitri could even open the door, Ivan called out, "Dimka, why the hell is there a school bag in our apartment? This better not be what I think it is."

Dimitri took Rose by the hand, opened the door, and walked into the hall, saying, "It probably is."

Ivan stood there with his mouth hanging open for a minute. Dimitri broke the silence, saying, "Roza, can Ivan and I talk alone for a minute?"

Rose nodded her head, and Dimitri motioned for Ivan to follow him to his room. Ivan followed to Dimitri's bedroom and then closed the door.

"Fuck, Dimitri," Ivan said, "it even smells like sex in here! Please tell me you did not have sex with one of your underage students in our apartment."

"I didn't have sex with one of my underage students in our apartment."

Ivan asked, "Then, would you care to explain what happened?"

"Rose is eighteen, so she's not underage. And she isn't in any of the classes I teach, so she's not my student," Dimitri supplied.

"She's still a student at the school you teach in, so that makes her off-limits. Did you read nothing in the Title IX clauses of your teaching contract when you signed it? Plus, technically, even if she doesn't get a grade for it, she is your student in detention," said Ivan, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Goddamnit, Dimka, as your lawyer, I don't want to spend the next ten years in Title IX litigation for you."

"Ivan, my contract was two pages, single-sided. There was nothing in there about Title IX. And St. Vlad's is a private high school with no public funding, so Title IX doesn't really apply."

"That's debatable and I've seen the court cases to prove it. Besides, what do you think her parents would think? You still better keep this under wraps. And end it."

Dimitri reasoned, "There's something about her; I just trust her. I know that she won't say anything, Ivan. It doesn't matter, though, because I don't think I can end it."

"What? Why not? It's not worth it just to have a hot piece of ass, no matter how hot she is."

"Ivan, I tried," he said, "I tried to get by without her. I tried to find someone else. Since the moment I met her, she's been all I can think about - and that was over a month ago! I think I'm starting to have some feelings for her."

"Does she return those feelings?" Ivan asked, "Can she return those feelings?"

"I don't know," Dimitri replied, "I think ... maybe."

"Dimka, she's practically a child. Oh, shit - was she a virgin?!"

"Of course not! You know she was dating Adrian - for two years! Besides, you're one to talk," said Dimitri, "Isn't Mia eighteen, too?"

Ivan replied, "Yes, but Mia knows we're taking that part of this relationship slow. No one is talking about feelings yet. And I'm not her teacher." He paused for a moment. "Dimka, you know high school girls; they don't know what love is. At least Mia's in college. Besides, what kind of relationship could you possibly have with her? It's not like you could be seen out in public together. Break this off now and let her get over you."

Dimitri frowned, not sure what to do. He sat on the bed, covers still mussed, the faint smell of Rose's shampoo still on his pillow. "I don't think I can give her up," he said.

"Do you think you could be just friends with her?" Ivan asked, "At least until after she graduates?"

"Maybe," Dimitri hedged.

"Do you think she can?"

Dimitri huffed, and then said, "No."

"Maybe you could talk with Adrian about her?" Ivan offered. Immediately, Dimitri turned and looked at Ivan like he was a lunatic. "Not to ask his permission or anything like that. Just call it quits for a while and try to find out why they broke up and what she's capable of handling. Some people went through things that made them have to grow up fast - who's to say this girl isn't one of those people? Or it could go the other way - the last thing you need is some obsessed crazy stalker with enough evidence to get you fired or send you to jail if you break it off. Better to find out from him than find out the hard way."

Dimitri nodded, then sat quietly for a moment, head in his hands. The note, he thought to himself, was on Rose's desk in his classroom the last time he saw it. Was it in her bag now? Was that evidence? His thoughts began to spiral. Why did Adrian break up with Rose? Was she a vengeful lover? Did Adrian inevitably just feel like she was too much of a child? And - then again - Adrian wasn't exactly the type for commitments or long-term relationships; what was so different about Rose that made him stay with her for two years?

Dimitri frowned as he thought that maybe he knew exactly what it was that drove Adrian to want to be with and stay with Rose: the same things that drove Dimitri to be attracted to Rose in the first place. He wasn't so superficial as that it was the only thing that mattered, but she was easily the most beautiful girl - woman - he had ever seen, especially once he had seen her without her clothes. Her face and body were flawless to look at. And boy, did she know how to use that body. She was easily the best Dimitri had ever had.

Dimitri let out a growl as he realized Adrian had likely done everything that he had with Rose. He found his gut twisted with possessive jealousy as he pictured Adrian's pawing at this beauty. His Roza, he thought to himself. He wasn't sure he wanted to hear about it from Adrian. Hearing all of the ways Adrian had kissed her, touched her, and pleased her might make him feel physically ill.

"I'll ask them both," Dimitri said, "starting with her."

"Do you trust her to tell you the truth, Dimka?"

"I don't think she'd lie, but I feel like I can read her well enough to know if she is lying to me."

"And do you think she can keep this ... affair ... a secret for the next seven months until she graduates - whether or not you end this?"

Dimitri felt ashamed. In all of the enthusiasm and drive that both of them had to start whatever this was at the end of detention, he hadn't really discussed discretion with Rose. For that matter, they hadn't really discussed what this was, either. He knew he had to do the responsible thing. "I'll talk to her about it," he said, sounding much more level than he was feeling about this.

How did I manage to put so little thought into this, Dimitri wondered. Oh, right, he thought, because all I could think about was how good it would be to sink my dick into her!

"Just don't get us into court, if you can help it, Dimka. Okay?" Ivan asked.

Dimitri let out a deep breath. "I'll try, Ivan," he said, as he stood up.

"And maybe, next time, think with the head on your shoulders, not the one in your pants, Dimka," Ivan said, giving Dimitri a good-natured smile and elbowing him in the side, "At least tell me this, though: was it worth it?"

Dimitri's face split into a wide grin as he said, "I've never been with another woman like her. Ivan, I've never even met another woman like her. She's amazing."

"Let's just hope that goes beyond her body," Ivan said with a wink, as he went to open the door.

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Author's Notes:

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