Author's Notes:

Another sub-chapter with some adult content in it.

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As the third blini came out of the pan, Dimitri moved it to the plate and handed Rose a cup of hot chocolate. Dimitri and Rose had been talking the whole time and she had found herself awe-struck by how capable of a cook Dimitri was and by how absolutely alluring he looked, just standing there working with his hands with his sleeves rolled up. Despite staying in the kitchen with him the whole time, Rose had no idea when he had even made the hot chocolate, but took the cup. It was warmer than she had expected, so she blew across the top.

"Here," offered Dimitri holding out a bowl of fresh chocolate whipped cream, "I made it for filling the blini, but it makes the hot chocolate taste better and helps it to cool faster." As soon as Rose handed over her cup, Dimitri topped it off with an obscene amount of whipped cream, and then finished it off with a sprinkle of something brown on top.

"What's that brown stuff on top?" Rose asked, sniffing the cup, then taking a cautious sip.

"Just an extra dash of cocoa mix," he told her, picking up his own cup and drinking half of it in one gulp. He couldn't help but notice as Rose took a moment to moan at the taste of her own hot chocolate and then lick the whipped cream off of her full, soft lips. "The real secret, though, is that I doubled the amount of cocoa in the cup. It's nothing like hot chocolate in Russia, though. I miss it. In Russia, the hot chocolate is almost like a warm pudding. I can't duplicate my Mama's recipe, though, no matter how many times I've tried."

"Your family really means a lot to you, doesn't it, Comrade?" Rose asked.

"Yes," Dimitri replied, looking at Rose. The two shared a meaningful look for a moment, then Dimitri told Rose, "It will be a few more minutes on these blini. I'd better focus on them for a little longer. But after we eat, I'm all yours, milaya."

"What's that word mean, Dimitri?" Rose asked.

Dimitri laughed. "I didn't even realize I called you that. It doesn't actually translate directly. It's sort of like calling a girl 'honey' or 'dear' or 'sweetie', though."

"I like it. So what's the male equivalent, then? What would I call you?"

Dimitri flipped another blini onto the plate. "In Russian?" he asked, eyeing her meaningfully. Rose gave a curt nod. "No one's ever called me anything like that in Russian, even when I was in Russia. Maybe kotik, which means kitten, or malish, which is sort of like saying baby?"

Rose gave Dimitri her man-eating grin and said, "I like it, malish."

Dimitri smiled and said, "Here, the blinis are ready now," handing her a plate of blini filled with chocolate cream, "Try them.." Dimitri pulled out a fork from the drawer beside the dishwasher and handed it to Rose.

Rose used the fork to break off a piece and put it in her mouth, moaning every bit as loud as she had during her earlier orgasm and letting her eyes slide shut in bliss. To Rose, Dimitri's food tasted better than anything she'd ever eaten.

Dimitri told Rose, "Milaya, you'd better finish your food quickly because I can't take much more of you moaning like that in that outfit if we both want to keep our clothes on."

"If you want to make me food like this, you can keep me naked anytime you want," Rose replied, speeding up her eating, but quietly moaning with another of her bites.

Dimitri turned off the burner and began putting ingredients away in the refrigerator, then turned to Rose. "Take off your costume, Roza," he told her, "Now."

Rose hadn't finished her blini plate, but she wasn't going to question the tone in Dimitri's voice. She set her plate down on the counter and stood, then pulled the costume over her head. Dimitri took it and threw it out of the kitchen.

"Now sit," Dimitri commanded, pointing to where she had been sitting on the counter. Rose hopped back up and Dimitri took the spoon out of the bowl of whipped cream and scooped it, then applied a dollop of the frigid whipped cream to each of Rose's nipples. Rose fought off a shiver as the whipped cream was applied, and then Dimitri stood back to look at her.

"God, you're beautiful," he told her, then brought his body back closer to hers. Dimitri cupped Rose's breast with his hands, leaned down, and began slowly licking the cold whipped cream from her. As his warm tongue made contact with her nipple, Rose let out a deep moan. Dimitri swirled his tongue around Rose's nipple, licking it completely clean without closing his mouth over it, then moved to the other breast.

Rose let her eyes slide closed again and leaned back, using her arms to support herself. "Dimitri," she hissed, as he let his warm mouth finally close over her cold but hardened peak, sliding one hand down to cup his hardened manhood between them.

Dimitri let out a throaty groan as Rose's hand gave him a gentle squeeze. "You will be the death of me, Roza," he told her.

Rose began giving him gentle pumps with her hand as he flipped his tongue around the nipple in his mouth. "Comrade," she gasped, "Pants. Off. Now."

Dimitri unfastened his button as Rose pulled down his zipper, then Dimitri lowered both his pants and his boxers down to his knees. Dimitri easily lined himself up against Rose's slit as soon as his pants were down.

Finding her already wet and wanting, he immediately plunged deep into her, earning a surprised gasp. Rose's gasp quickly turned into more moans as Dimitri began thrusting his hips into her quickly and almost violently, mouth still latched to her hard nipple. Rose moved her hands to squeeze the muscles of Dimitri's firm backside, feeling every thrust of his hips. He moved his mouth up along her body, murmuring 'Roza' against her skin with each penetration, all the way up to the sweet spot on the side of Rose's neck. Within moments, Dimitri felt Rose's walls clamping down on him and he joined her in tumbling over the edge, bellowing out, "Oh, Roza!" at the top of his lungs.

Rose felt herself beyond words, capable only of panting and gasping in pleasure as she rode out the wave of her climax, clutching onto Dimitri to keep herself upright.

"Roza," Dimitri intoned, kissing her neck and cheek gently, "I know I took you away from your breakfast. Did you want to finish your blinis?"

Rose, still breathless, nodded briskly, then said, "Can I have your shirt or something, though? It's really cold in here."

Dimitri stepped back, pulled up his pants, unbuttoned his shirt, and took it off, putting it around Rose's shoulders. "Here you go, milaya." He kissed her forehead lovingly, as Rose slipped her arms into the sleeves. Rose fastened up the buttons and then picked up her plate of blinis and finished eating them.

"So, Comrade, what are we going to do about Ivan when he gets here?" Rose asked.

Dimitri looked at the clock on the microwave. "I'll deal with that," he said, "but we have an hour or two before he arrives. Did you want to be here when he gets here, or do you want me to take you home?"

"I'd like to be close to you for as long as possible," Rose said, "but I don't want to do anything to jeopardize us being together. I've been reading between the lines that Ivan was part of the reason you told me to see guys my own age after the first time I was here - is that accurate?"

"Yes, Ivan's not just my roommate. Ivan is my lawyer. He warned me that I could be facing some legal issues and risking the possibility of never working again by involving myself with a student, even if you were legally of age and weren't my student."

"So is my being here going to help or hurt?" Rose asked.

"It can only help things to have you here," Dimitri said, "Ivan knows me very well. If he sees us together, I think it will help him to know how strongly I feel about you."

"Then I'm staying," said Rose.

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