Author's Notes:

If you've gotten this far, you already know you there's grown-up stuff here and you shouldn't read this story if you're a kid.

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Rose's Halloween costume really was all that Adrian had hoped it would be. She was dressed as a fairy in a semi-transparent, skin-tight 'gown' covered in glitter, rhinestones, and a gauzy see-through white fabric, with two sparkly wings made of the same gauzy fabric and sparkles. The gown was short, just coming to mid-thigh, and the majority of the top section was completely transparent, save for a couple of strategically-placed flesh-colored inserts and an abundance of rhinestones. Rose had some sparkly long false eyelashes on and rhinestones pasted to her skin and fastened into her hair, which was pinned up on the sides, but down and flowing free over her shoulders and back. She had spent over an hour on her makeup and hair, so that she looked almost like an angel , flawless and beautiful in every way, like something out of a dream.

Aside from the usual wanting to stand out on Halloween in her costume and wanting to make a good first impression on her date, Rose also knew that Adrian would be at the party. Even if she didn't want Adrian back, Rose was still anxious to make him jealous and yearning for what he gave up, hoping to make him regret leaving her and hurting her.

Little did Rose know, Adrian wasn't the one at the party who would feel the most regret for what he gave up when seeing her in that costume.

As Dimitri saw Rose walk into the room, he questioned if this was a dream. Rose seemed too ethereally, awe-inspiringly beautiful to be real. A second later, he saw Jesse greet Rose, immediately throwing an arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. Dimitri growled, but continued to keep his distance. I can't, he thought to himself somberly, and at this point, I've had my chance - and won't get it again.

"Rose!" said Jesse, already slightly slurring from the beer in the Solo cup in his other hand, "So glad you could make it, sexy!"

Rose looked into Jesse's eyes. He was good-looking and his blue eyes were probably his most attractive feature, but they were glossed over as though he had trouble focusing because of the alcohol. "It looks like you've already been here a while," she told him, "Would you mind getting me a drink? I think I need to catch up."

Jesse grinned at Rose and said, "Right this way. Follow me," directing her towards the keg.

Rose detested cheap beer, but she knew that she wasn't liable to find anything better at a frat party, so she accepted the new Solo cup he handed her from the stack of cups and wrote her name on it with the Sharpie marker that was fastened on a string tied to the keg. After Jesse filled her cup to the brim, she tasted it and grimaced at the bitterness, then chugged it down, finishing the entire cup at once.

Just as Rose set her empty cup back down, she felt an arm go around her shoulders. Jesse was standing in front of her, so she knew it wasn't him.

Rose turned to see Adrian standing there. "May I borrow your date for a second?" Adrian asked Jesse.

"Dude, as long as I get her back," Jesse replied, "though I might have to go visit Sydney for a few minutes if you take too long."

"I won't be long, then," said Adrian, as he steered Rose to the opposite side of the room.

"Little vixen," Adrian whispered in her ear, "You look positively stunning in that costume. I'm not the only one who has noticed."

Rose glanced at Adrian side-long and saw a look of amusement on his face. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"'Comrade' can't seem to take his eyes off of you," said Adrian, motioning with a nod of his head to where Dimitri was sitting.

Before Rose could respond, Adrian added, "He really cares for you, Rose. Maybe even loves you."

"Adrian, don't be ridiculous!" Rose retorted, getting angry, "The guy pretty much told me I was a child and that he shouldn't have anything to do with me."

"So show him you're not a child," Adrian offered, "Rose, you know me well enough to know that I can tell these things about people. He even called me a few weeks ago just to ask about you. His feelings for you run deeper than he's willing to admit to you. Maybe deeper than he's willing to admit to himself."

"Before or after the first of October?" she asked, knowing that she had been at Dimitri's apartment on October first.

"Why does it matter, little vixen?" Adrian asked, looking in her eyes, "Something happened between you two, didn't it? On October first, I take it?"

Rose didn't answer and stared at Adrian defiantly.

"After," he said, "And I don't think he thinks you're a child, Rose. Look at the way he's looking at you. If he thinks you're a child, that makes him a serious pedo. I know people, little vixen. I can read them. And after ten years of family gatherings together, I know Dimitri."

Even though Rose knew that Adrian was trying to help, and that a part of Rose believed Adrian at least thought he was telling the truth, Rose couldn't help but feel like Adrian's statements were wrong. She threw out her empty cup and stalked back over to Jesse, immediately pulling on his hand. Rose saw Dimitri staring at them together out of the corner of her eye. "Jesse," she told him as she tugged, "this party's too crowded. Let's find someplace more private where we can talk."

"Anything you say, hottie," said Jesse, "Let's go to my room. Right across from Adrian's room."

Rose took the lead and pulled Jesse by the hand towards his room. As Rose and Jesse walked, she saw that the upstairs bathroom at the end of the hall looked unoccupied and clean. Since she'd seen someone hugged over the toilet and retching in the downstairs bathroom on the way in, Rose made a note of it, knowing she'd probably need it at some point during the evening.

Once they were in Jesse's room, Rose released his hand and sat unceremoniously on the edge of his bed while Jesse turned to lock the door. Jesse walked to Rose and began kissing her sloppily on the lips and pushing her back on the bed. Rose pushed on both of Jesse's shoulders, saying, "Wait! Can't I get to know you a little more first?"

"Let's get to know each other's bodies, baby," Jesse said, still pushing ahead.

"Whoa whoa whoa, easy there, speedy. Not yet," Rose said, "Tell me about yourself first. I barely know you." Rose still felt fully in control, but Jesse was getting more forceful.

"Babe," Jesse said as he began kissing at her neck, "C'mon, you can't lead me on like this, Rose. You know that when a girl says to go somewhere 'private', it really means she wants to get fucked."

"No, Jesse," Rose nearly yelled at him, starting to get angry, "That's not what it means! I don't want to have sex with you right now!"

Rose pushed again on Jesse, trying to get him off of her, but he just wasn't taking 'no' for an answer. As Jesse's hand started to move towards the hem of Rose's dress, she decided enough was enough. Rose punched Jesse sharply in the abs, then kneed him in the groin. Jesse howled in pain and fell backwards off of the bed.

Rose stood up, hovering over him. "When a girl says 'no', it means 'no'! Now leave me the fuck alone, you fucking asshole!" Rose yelled at Jesse and gave Jesse a swift kick in each leg, just missing a second and third shot to the groin as he rolled around on the floor in pain.

A second later, the locked door burst open, the handle dislodged and broken, with Dimitri standing there looking like he was ready to unleash wrathful vengeance on anything in his path.

Dimitri took in the scene before him with a puzzled expression, seeing Jesse doubled over on the floor, tears welling up in his blue eyes, as Rose sat back down on the bed alone. Dimitri sneered at Jesse and cursed in Russian, then said, "Scum, get out of here."

Jesse ran out of the room. Neither Rose nor Dimitri was worried about his destination.

As he moved to face Rose, the look in Dimitri's eyes transformed from rage to caring concern. "Roza," Dimitri said, walking over to Rose, "are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

"No, Comrade," Rose said, sounding less rattled than she felt, "I handled it."
Dimitri looked Rose squarely in the eye. "I can see that, Roza, but that doesn't mean I don't want to help." He leaned closer, almost to where he could kiss her, taking one of her hands with one of his hands, and cupping her cheek with the other.

Rose took her hand and brushed Dimitri's hand from her cheek and looked away. "I don't get you, Comrade," Rose said, "You're so hot and cold. What do you want from me?"

Dimitri put his hand back on Rose's cheek and turned her face back to his. "I wish I knew how to get you off of my mind, Roza," he said, "You're all I've been able to think about."
Rose's eyes lit with fury. "Dimitri, I won't be your fuck-buddy one day and then the childish student you reprimand the next! Either you want me or you don't! You don't get to have it both ways! You've got to choose one."

"Then I choose you," Dimitri said in a husky low tone.

Rose's mouth formed the shape of an 'o' unable to speak as she stared at the depths of Dimitri's chocolate eyes, seeing emotions she had never seen before in his face. "But, you told me to date guys closer to my own age. You pretty much told me I was a child."
"You're not a child, Roza. I only said that because I thought being together would get us both in trouble - you with the school and me risking my job. I didn't want that - for either of us," Dimitri said.

"What makes you suddenly think it won't get me into trouble?" Rose said, trying and failing to arch an eyebrow.

"It might, but I think it will be fine as long as we aren't romantic or overtly close in front of anyone at St. Vladimir's."

"And your job -" Rose said.

"- will be fine as long as no one finds out." Dimitri ran his fingers through Rose's hair and said, looking her in the eye, "But it doesn't really matter. Roza, you're worth the risk."

Dimitri leaned in and gave Rose a minute to protest, then kissed her tenderly on the lips, his lips lightly brushing hers. Rose brought her hands up to run them through Dimitri's loose hair. She kissed him back with equal tenderness.

Just then, Rose's phone chimed with a new text from Lissa. Rose unlocked the phone to read:

Adrian just told me you might be too drunk and need to crash there at the AYE house tonight.

Another two messages came in quick succession:

Do you need to? Tasha agreed to cover and say that you fell asleep at her house watching movies with us.

Let me know and she'll do it.

Rose looked at Dimitri and saw the look in his eyes. She quickly replied back: Yes, Liss. I think I need to stay here tonight.

Lissa's reply was nearly instant.

Love you, Rose. See you in the morning.

"My room's yours for the night, if you want to stay here," Adrian said, from the hallway, tossing his room key and a wink to Dimitri, "I promise I won't come back until tomorrow morning."

Rose took Dimitri's hand and began to walk across the hall to Adrian's room. Adrian was half-way down the hallway when turned back to them and said, "And don't use my condoms," then turned and continued walking.

"I don't have any here," said Dimitri, "I wasn't expecting to need one when I left the apartment this evening."

Rose looked at Dimitri and breathed, "I don't think I'll need one tonight if you're okay with that, Comrade." Though Rose had never gone without one before, she'd been taking birth control pills all along.

I guess we're not going to have sex tonight, Dimitri thought. Even if it wasn't what he really wanted, he was starting to think he was fine with that, as long as they could spend time together, so he followed Rose. He unlocked the door with the key Adrian had given him and walked into Adrian's room. Rose scurried past him and laid back on the bed, saying, "Lock the door, Comrade."

Dimitri turned and locked the door, putting the key down on Adrian's desk. "We should probably get to know each other better," Dimitri told her, "Get to be better friends first before we're intimate again."

"I like that, Comrade," Rose said, as Dimitri fiddled with the lock. Adrian's door always stuck and Rose knew it took some effort to get it locked properly. "But I see no reason why we can't be better friends and be intimate."

When he turned back to face the bed, Rose was underneath the blanket with it pulled up around her neck. Did she want to sleep already? Dimitri was eyeing her curiously when he noticed her costume was laying on the floor.

"Let's play a game," Rose said, with her man-eating smile in place, "For every one new thing you tell me about yourself, I lower this blanket another inch. For every one new thing I tell you about myself, you lose an article of clothing. If one of us wants to continue a specific train of thought, answered questions count. Anything that's exposed skin is fair game to touch by the other person. Once we're both completely uncovered, we'll have sex - bareback, so to speak. Just make sure Adrian doesn't find out, since he'll think that he could've been going without a condom with me."

Dimitri instantly felt himself already hardening at this idea. "Okay, who starts?" he asked.

"I feel like I have more inches than you have items of clothing," Rose said, "Not to mention that, thanks to my discipline file and Adrian, I suspect you know a lot more about me than I do about you."

"Fair enough," said Dimitri, "I grew up in a house with my mother, grandmother, and three sisters - two older, one younger. My youngest sister, Viktoria, is seventeen right now."

"Does that count as one thing, or two?" Rose asked, hoping to get naked quickly.

"Two," he replied, with a smirk. She dropped the blanket two inches, revealing her shoulders. Dimitri sat on the edge of the bed and threaded his fingers into Rose's hair, kissing the exposed area of her neck, instantly finding the sensitive spot just above her collarbone that made her moan. "Your turn," he said.

"When we were both fifteen, Lissa's parents got in a car accident and my parents ended up adopting her. We were like sisters beforehand, but we've been legally sisters ever since," said Rose.

Dimitri scoffed, saying, "As much as I would love to get undressed with you, I already knew that. Your file was remarkably thorough. Try again."

"Every time I've orgasmed since we've met, I was thinking of you," said Rose.  After a brief pause, she added, "And I've done it a lot."

Dimitri inhaled a sharp, shaky breath as he began removing his button-up shirt, feeling his cock lurch forward. Rose frowned as she noticed he had an undershirt on, but it was tight enough that it gave her a nice view of the way his muscles flexed underneath.

"I could say the same," Dimitri said, with a wicked grin, tugging at Rose's blanket to pull it down the inch, "At least daily, especially after you were in my bed. I'm like a fucking teenager again because of you."

"Does it count if I say I'm already wet right now?" Rose asked.

"I think I already knew that," Dimitri said, "That would be only slightly less established than that I'm already hard as a rock." He pointed to the tent his pants were making.

"My favorite color is red," Rose said.

Dimitri kicked off one of his shoes. "Both shoes count as one," Rose said, "So, do both. Both socks count as one, too."

Dimitri obliged and kicked off the other shoe. "By the time you whispered in my ear that first day of detention, my cock was already standing at attention, begging to have you, Roza." She inched the blanket down again, revealing some cleavage, which Dimitri leaned in to kiss.

Dimitri continued. "I think I need to get your blanket down faster, so I'm going again. When I came up here tonight, I was planning to fight for you. Then, I heard you yelling at him and wanted to defend you. I don't like guys who take advantage of women like that and I will always stand up against them. That's three more."

Rose gave Dimitri a warm smile as she dropped the blanket just low enough to see the tops of her areolas. Dimitri leaned down and gave the exposed portion of each one a long leisurely lick. Rose moaned again as he licked each of them.

"I would do almost anything to protect the people I love," Rose said. Dimitri pulled off both of his socks.

"As would I. When my father fought for custody of me and my younger sister, I left to go to America with him so that he couldn't harm them."

Rose started to edge the blanket down and then gave Dimitri a questioning look. "Harm?" she asked.

"Best to get this out of the way before that blanket comes down any further and my brain leaves the building," he said, sitting back, "My father ... he isn't what you could call a 'great' man. For that matter, he's not what you could call a 'good' man. My parents were never married, but he would come to visit often. He used to get ... rough with my family. One day, my mother finally had enough of him and got the Russian authorities involved. He fought back by getting the American authorities involved, asking for custody of my younger sister and me. My mother's lawyer wasn't well-versed in American laws, so he managed to negotiate that if one of the two of us went with him, he would never return to Russia."

"So you went with him to save your family?" Rose asked, sitting up and wrapping an arm around Dimitri. She gripped the blanket around her chest with the other arm, but held it very loosely.

"Da. Yes," he said, "Other than Ivan, I don't think I've ever told that story to anyone."

Rose pressed a gentle kiss to Dimitri's neck. "But you're a great man, aren't you?" she asked.

"I try to be," he said, smiling at her.

"That's why you like westerns so much, isn't it?" she asked, "The heroes are always good guys, who fight for what's right and save the day."

Dimitri smiled, surprised and amused Rose had known him so well. "How do you know these things?" he asked.

Rose giggled. "I just feel like I can tell what's going on inside your head. I've never felt that way about anyone else."

Dimitri smiled again, this time with his gaze darkening with lust. "I think I've lost count, but I'm guessing that blanket should be around your waist by now, Roza."

Rose capitulated and dropped the blanket, letting it fall to her waist. Dimitri's mouth was on her in an instant, causing her to cry out. Rose breathed, "Nothing gets me wetter than having my nipples licked. Shirt off for that one, Comrade."

Dimitri chuckled as he moved back long enough to pull his shirt over his head, then said, "You'd still be beautiful without them, but your breasts are definitely one of my favorite features that I can see while your clothes are still on. I also love your hair." He tugged the blanket down another couple inches from his admission.

"What's your favorite feature you can see when my clothes aren't on?" she asked.

Dimitri licked Rose's nipple again, then said, "I haven't seen it today to confirm it, but it's beautiful ... warm ... pink ... soft ... feels so tight around me ... and gets so wet," punctuating each pause with another lick, "and I'm getting closer to it with each thing I tell you."

"What's your favorite hobby?" she asked, trying not to pant as he tugged the blanket further.

Dimitri replied, pulling it to her expose her hips, "Cooking. What's your favorite food?"

"Frosted fudge brownies. Pants off, Comrade. Now. What's yours?"

"Russian black bread," Dimitri said, hastily pulling his pants off, "I can make it, but no one makes that bread like my mama. That's two more. I believe that has the blanket down far enough to see if it's my favorite feature now?" he asked with a grin. Dimitri's erection stood out pronounced against his light grey boxer briefs, a wet spot near his tip coloring them a darker grey.

Rose lowered the blanket and gasped as his fingers slid between her now-exposed thighs and slid along her slit, feeling her moisture.

Rose blurted out, "My first pet was a goldfish named bubbles that died a week after I got it home. I cried for two weeks after it died. Underwear off now! Comrade, tell me like 20 more things right this minute because I want you inside me so bad!"

The second his briefs hit the floor, Rose reached over and began stroking his length, rubbing her thumb along the tip.

Dimitri suddenly felt uncharacteristically patient after he dropped his briefs. He ran a finger inside her core and said, "We were never allowed a pet because my older sister Sonya was allergic to everything." He pulled it all of the way out and then circled her slit, saying, "Thanks to all of my sisters in the house, I learned how to braid hair when I was a boy ... The first time I ever had sex, I had no idea what I was doing; I put the condom on inside-out. It took me ten minutes to unroll it." Rose laughed until Dimitri let his thumb circle Rose's clit and she let out a loud moan.

"After I read that text on your phone the other day, I wanted to tell you how much I loved your moans. I typed up a message but couldn't hit send."

Dimitri inserted a finger again and Rose cried out, arching her back in pleasure. "Ungh! Dimitri! Please! No more until this blanket comes off! I can't take it!"

Dimitri stilled his hand. "When I saw you with Adrian in that pool at my father's house, all that I wanted was to be the one in the pool with you, teasing your beautiful body. I wanted you before then, but seeing him with you like that made me so jealous. Of that, and of Mason Ashford. And of the texts you got on your phone during detention. And when you walked in tonight with that asshole's arm around you. Roza, I know we haven't known each other very long, and I know we can't have a public relationship - yet -, but you're the only woman I want and I really want to be the only man to have you."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

Dimitri pondered for a moment. "Would it be strange to think of me as your boyfriend - and keep it a secret? Just between the two of us?"

"I'd actually love that," she said, "but I'd have to at least tell Lissa something."

"You know her better than I do. Can she be trusted to keep it a secret?" asked Dimitri.

"I'd trust her with my life, Comrade. Are you sure you want to make a commitment to a student?"

"If the student is you, Roza, then yes. I tried to stay away from you, but I can't."

"Then, consider me yours, Dimitri," Rose breathed in a husky voice, "You're all that I want." She kicked off the blankets, considering that to be enough to pull down the blanket the rest of the way, pushing him down on his back on the bed beside her and preparing to straddle him - backwards. Rose turned towards Dimitri's feet, positioned her legs around his powerful thighs, and gripped his shaft, positioning the head at her entrance, then smiled as she sank down on him, facing away from him, letting out another loud moan. Dimitri growled low as he felt her surround him and his erection lurched forward into her heat, seeming to have a mind of its own. Rose leaned back, urging one of his hands to cup her breasts, as she placed her arms out behind her, supporting her weight on either of his sides, letting her hair trail across Dimitri's chest.

Dimitri grabbed a fistful of Rose's hair in one hand and began running his fingers through it, then massaged, squeezed and pinched at her breast with the other hand. As Rose began to bounce up and down, he could feel the heaviness of her breast bouncing into his hand and grabbed her tighter. Rose clenched and bucked at Dimitri's enormous length, moaning uncontrollably from feeling the heat and smoothness of him plunging into her so much better than when she had sex with a condom.

Dimitri swept Rose's hair gently to the side and leaned up on his elbows to place an open-mouthed kiss on the center of Rose's spine, gently licking her. At the feel of his warm, wet tongue there, Rose's head lolled, utterly helpless to the sensations her body was feeling. Dimitri thrust his hips up forcefully, moving the hand from Rose's hair to her hip, using his powerful arms to propel her body faster. Each thrust was drawing both of them closer to an impending explosion.

"Roza," he moaned, leaning forward to lick her earlobe, "Stop. If you keep going, you're going to make me come before I'm ready." But Rose - about to come, herself - was too far gone in bliss to stop. She rocked down onto Dimitri's hardness, pistoning fast and frenzied. As Dimitri realized it was futile to use words with her, he picked her up with his arms, pulling her off of him.

"What the fuck, Comrade?" Rose asked, as he held her above his body.

Dimitri quickly rotated her body so that she was on her hands and knees in front of him, facing the foot of the bed, her legs still spread wide. Before Rose had a chance to protest the loss of him inside her more, Dimitri was kneeling behind her and rubbing his tip against her opening.

"You never listen, do you, Roza?" he said, with a wicked grin. A second later, he thrust all the way into her in one stroke, then pulled all the way out.

"I want to take my time with you, Roza. To savor the moment." Another thrust. Back out.

Dimitri reached a hand around underneath Rose and began massaging her clit, then entered her again and positioned himself as deeply inside her as he could. He stilled his hips, suddenly stroking his finger furiously against her little button, then reached around with his other arm and began pinching and pulling at her erect nipple. Rose could feel the pleasure building like she never had before as Dimitri pushed himself up against her even harder.

With a shuddering gasp, Rose felt herself shatter and spasm around Dimitri's hardness, wrenching a half-screamed moan from her.

"Oh, god, Dimitri!" she said, "You feel so good."

"I'm not done with you yet," he said. Dimitri followed that up with, "Don't expect to get any sleep tonight. I am going to make you come all night long, Roza."

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Author's Notes:

Let me know what you think of the chapter. Votes and comments are appreciated and encouraged. I'm a little behind at the moment, but I usually try to reply to every comment.