While Dimitri had been driving back to his apartment, Rose had called Lissa.

"So, Liss, you'll cover for me about last night? And you can't tell them where I was, okay?" Rose asked.

"You know that I've got you, Rose. And it's never going to be anywhere near as bad as Andre was, anyways," Lissa told Rose, "Mom and Dad Mazur are getting off easy, compared to my parents. So, are you going to tell me who you were with at the party last night? Or what happened? I know it wasn't Jesse, because I've already seen him this morning."

"Wait, where did you see Jesse?" Rose asked.

"I went into Seven Eleven to pick up a slurpee this morning and Jesse was there looking all bruised up and buying a bag of ice."

Rose tried to stifle a laugh. "Yeah, it wasn't Jesse, Lissa, but I'm not sure I should tell you who it is yet." Rose gave Dimitri a meaningful look.

Dimitri gave Rose a small head-shake and Rose said, "But he did rock my world last night. And he's taking me to his place to make breakfast for me."

"He has his own place?" Lissa asked.

"He shares it with a roommate, but yeah."

"Huh, he must be another college guy, then. I don't know what it is with you and the older guys, Rose. I'm just glad you were never into Andre."

"That's because Andre is such a player. And because Andre is the one who introduced me to Adrian."

"So, is it serious with this guy, Rose? Or is he just helping you get your libido under control?"

"I think it's actually pretty serious, Lissa. He asked me to be his girlfriend."

"And did you accept?" Lissa asked.

"Yes."

"How do you feel about him?"

Rose looked at Dimitri again, who was keeping his eyes on the road. "Liss, I really care about him."

"Then, I'm happy for you, Rose. And I trust your judgment about him. For now. But as soon as you're willing to tell me who it is, I want to have a talk with this guy. No one gets to be my sister's boyfriend without my approval."

"When the time is right, I'll tell you, Lissa. And you can grill him all you want then. He's a good guy, I promise."

"He better be," Lissa replied, as Dimitri's Camaro pulled into the parking structure.

"Listen, Liss, we're here at his apartment, so I've gotta go. I'll talk to you later - okay?"

"Okay. I love you, Rose. Bye."

"Love you, Liss," Rose said, ending the call, then, turning to Dimitri, said, "We're not going to be able to keep this from her for long, Comrade."

"I know," Dimitri said, as they both got out of the car, "I think we just need some time to figure this out. It wasn't like I planned last night to come home with you this morning. Or at all, for that matter. If anything, you're the one who has had this relationship more planned out."

"After that first time, I'm flying by the seat of my pants as much as you are, Comrade. I wasn't even sure that was going to work, you know?"

"So, you just took your bra and panties off on a whim?" Dimitri asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Okay, so maybe it was a little premeditated. But I wasn't sure I was ever going to get that far. And I sure wasn't planning on being with you last night. Play your cards right, though, Comrade, and I may never wear panties again." Dimitri couldn't help but groan at her response, pulling his keys out to open the apartment door.

"If Ivan is here, let me deal with him for a few minutes, okay, Roza?" he asked.

Rose nodded and Dimitri unlocked the door.

"Ivan!" he called out. There was no reply and Dimitri took off his coat and hung it up. "May I take your coat, Roza?" he asked and Rose handed over her jacket. Dimitri made a quick circle around the apartment and then told Rose, "It looks like Ivan's not here. I'm going to send him a text."

"Okay," Rose replied.

Dimitri typed out: Where are you, брат? (bro)

Dimitri told Rose, "Have a seat at the table or wherever you'd like. I'm going to start warming up the pans." Dimitri began getting pans and ingredients out and preheating the burner on the stove. He was expecting a text reply back from Ivan, but instead, his phone began ringing.

"Ivan," Dimitri said, as he answered the phone, "What's up?"

"If I had to guess," Ivan said, "You are. Because you didn't come home from Adrian's frat party last night. Are you home yet?"

"I actually just got home, Ivan."

"Did you get laid last night?" Ivan asked.

"The events of last night are not a conversation to have over the phone. I'll be glad to talk with you about that when you get here, though. How soon can you come home?" Dimitri asked, knowing that if he wanted Ivan to come, Ivan would stay away for longer than if Ivan thought he was being avoided.

"Not for at least a couple hours," said Ivan, "I'm supposed to be having 'brunch' in a few minutes."

"Okay. Talk to you when you get home in a couple hours, then?" asked Dimitri.

"Sure, I'll see you then. Bye, Dimka."

"Do svidaniya," Dimitri replied, and then clicked the end button. He put the phone in his pocket and turned to see Rose sitting on the edge of the countertop, no longer wearing his t-shirt over her very revealing top. Dimitri found himself letting out a soft growl at the sight of her, then moved to stand in-between her legs, lacing the fingers of one of his hands into her hair and clutching her hip with the other. The short counter was almost exactly the height of Dimitri's tall inseam, lining up Rose's center right in front of his manhood. As he pulled her in closer, Rose wrapper her legs around his waist and began grinding her hips against him. Dimitri tilted Rose's head back and moved his mouth to her neck, gently grazing her sensitive skin with his teeth, earning an appreciative moan from Rose.

"I think I better make breakfast before our food is completely forgotten," Dimitri told Rose.

"Are you sure?" she asked him, as he moved back to a mixing bowl he had set out.

Dimitri smiled. "No. Not at all."

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Author's Notes:

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