Author's Notes:

Mature content at the bottom of this chapter.

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As Rose arrived at the corridor outside of the auditorium for the assembly, she began to worry that Stan had changed his mind about having Dimitri spend the assembly with her. Based on his reaction, this might've gone beyond his idea of 'acting out'.

As she walked towards the auditorium doorway to enter the assembly next to Lissa, Rose felt a hand take hold of her elbow and pull her in the opposite direction.

A familiar heavily-accented voice that sent heat throughout her body said, loudly enough that others around her could hear, "Miss Hathaway, you won't be watching the assembly from the audience today. Come with me. You'll be watching the assembly from the balcony."

Rose let Dimitri pull her towards the balcony and then up the stairs. It didn't escape Rose's notice that Dimitri locked the door behind him and wedged a piece of wood under the handle as they entered the balcony area.

The balcony of the auditorium was directly above the area behind the entrance, at the far rear of the building. It was mostly a storage area, very poorly lit, and had no seating built in, as it was not really made for people to be an audience in it. At the front of the balcony was a worn but sturdy-looking wooden railing that was completely solid with no slats, and about four feet tall. There was an unmanned makeshift lighting booth in the far corner, a set of ancient uncomfortable-looking metal folding chairs stacked on a cart next to the lighting booth, and a set of several foot-tall, sturdy wooden crates near the edge of the railing, probably to allow someone to be able to see over the tall railing while sitting.

"I'd like you to stand here, Roza," Dimitri said, inches from Rose's ear, sending chills up her spine. Dimitri gripped Rose's hips firmly as he directed Rose to stand on top of one of the crates in the center of the railing. Rose looked Dimitri in the eye with a questioning gaze, Dimitri simply rose an eyebrow

As Principal Kirova took the podium on the stage and told the students to quiet down and find their seats, Rose nearly let out a squeak as she felt Dimitri's hands sliding underneath the jacket and tugging the hem of her shirt out from the waistline of the back of her skirt.

Dimitri, standing behind Rose, whispered in her ear, "Fuck, I've missed you so much. Do you want this, Roza?"

Rose nodded, letting out a shaky breath, and Dimitri's fingers slid inside the hem of her shirt, running his calloused yet soft fingers along the skin of her waist. The heat from his fingertips was radiating along her skin and she felt almost as if she could feel it through her whole body.

"Just keep your eyes on the assembly, Roza," Dimitri murmured, so quiet and close to her ear that it sent a shiver up her spine, "It's dark enough up here that the others can't see me, but they can see you. But not well, and only above the railing."

Dimitri's hands crept their way up her skin, across her abs and rib cage, under her fastened jacket where the rest of the auditorium couldn't see them. Rose let out a hiss as his fingertips flitted gently over the bottom of her bra, running along the satiny fabric of the cups.

"I can't tell you how much I love you, milaya. But I can see that I'll have to get rid of this," Dimitri told Rose, as Principal Kirova began giving a speech about student council elections.

Dimitri slowly moved his hands from the bottom of Rose's breasts to the clasp at the back of her bra. In one quick flick of his fingers, the clasp was undone and his hands began moving back to the front. Thanks in part to the low temperature of the auditorium, and in part to the chills Dimitri's proximity had given to her, Rose's nipples were already quite pebbled. She tried not to gasp as Dimitri's warm fingertips skimmed over the overly sensitive buds.

"You feel so good, my sweet Roza," said Dimitri, nudging his hips against her backside to let her feel the hardness that was accumulating, at what Rose suddenly realized was the perfect height to enter her from behind. Rose desperately tried to hold back the moan that was threatening to escape from her lips.

"Can they hear me from up here?" she whispered.

"It depends on how loud you get," Dimitri whispered back, giving each of her nipples a pinch and a gentle tug, causing her to release the moan she'd been trying to hold back, "As long as you aren't above a normal speaking voice, it should be fine. I'd like it if you could try to be quiet, though."

Rose gave another shaky nod. "I'll try."

"I only wish I could see you like this, Roza. Or taste your soft skin. Did you do as you said over the weekend and leave your panties off?" Dimitri asked as he rolled his hips against Rose and continued teasing her erect nipples.

Rose knew Dimitri couldn't see it, but couldn't help smirking at that. "Why don't you find out for yourself, Comrade?" she replied.

Dimitri let one of his hands slide down along Rose's side and around to her back. When his hand continued lower, his fingers gave her ass a light squeeze, then journeyed down to the hem of her skirt. Dimitri began sliding the fabric up until his fingertips met bare skin on the base of Rose's hamstring.

He couldn't help but groan and rested his forehead along Rose's shoulder as his fingers began travelling up her silky, muscular thigh. "Your skin is so smooth," he softly murmured as he reveled in the touch along his fingertips.

As his fingers continued upward, Dimitri also brought them inwards, letting them move between her legs. His touch was almost tracing lines of fire up her sensitive inner thigh and Rose found herself holding her breath, waiting for him to make contact with her most sensitive parts.

When Dimitri's fingers reached Rose's - quite bare - moist center, Rose let out a choked groan and the breath she had been holding. "You're so ready for me," he purred in her ear, allowing the pad of one fingertip to slide slightly into her slit. Rose let out another quiet moan.

"Do you want more than my finger, Roza?" Dimitri asked.

Rose found herself almost weak with need for her incredibly sexy Russian god standing behind her. "Yes," Rose breathed, her voice barely more than a pant for fear that she would yell it out.

As soon as Rose's words were out of her mouth, Dimitri removed both of his hands from Rose's body. Rose turned to look, but Dimitri simply said, "Remember to face the assembly. People may see you."

Rose turned back around to see Lissa taking the podium. Rose had heard Lissa practicing her speech enough that Rose almost knew it by heart. Lissa glanced up at the balcony, seeing Rose and giving her a smile and giving her a thumbs-up. Rose returned a weak smile of her own, still not sure what Dimitri was doing behind her, and offered her own thumbs-up to Lissa.

As Lissa began her speech, Rose felt Dimitri pulling up the back of her skirt and tucking the hem into her waistline. As soon as it was up, she felt the cool air of the room on her exposed buttocks, then Dimitri's left hand cupping one of her cheeks.

"You are so beautiful," he purred, gently rubbing the cheek of her ass. Rose felt Dimitri tugging her legs slightly wider apart and pressing slightly on her back to get her to lean forward against the railing. Rose's pulse was beating in her ears, eagerly anticipating whatever would happen next.

A moment later, Rose felt something thick, hard, and hot, with satiny smooth skin, between her legs and pressing at her entrance. She knew in an instant that it was Dimitri's manhood. He slid it back and forth along her opening and pressed the tip inside her.

"Roza," Dimitri gasped, "you may not be the only one who has difficulty with being quiet. You feel so wet and tight."

Almost surprising herself at her boldness, Rose replied, "Please, just fuck me, Dimitri. I need you now."

Dimitri grinned, letting one hand slide back up inside Rose's shirt to caress her hardened nipples again. "If you're going to put it like that," he said, "then how can I resist?"

Dimitri pushed his hardness inside her, slowly but firmly entering her soft wetness. Rose whimpered at his painstakingly slow pace.

"... and push for the option of more food choices in the cafeteria," Lissa said, "so that students can vote on the foods that appeal most to them."

"Please," Rose breathed to Dimitri, as some of the students cheered and clapped for Lissa, "Faster ... Please."

Dimitri began thrusting in earnest into Rose, letting his other hand drift over to her hip, holding her in place so that he could drive into her harder.

If Rose were at a place where she knew she wouldn't be heard, she would be crying and screaming in pleasure, moaning at the top of her lungs, but here, all she could do was bite her tongue to try to keep herself silent, focusing on how to keep the sounds from coming out.

Dimitri, in a nearly identical situation, was whispering in her ear, "Even after all of the times we've been together - all of the times you've made me come so hard, I can't believe how good you feel wrapped around me, Roza. This is better than all of the times for the past several months that I used to fantasize about having you here, feeling myself inside you. All I want to do is bring you the same pleasure that you bring me. I can barely make it through the day without thinking of being inside you, Roza. It's like your body was made for mine."

With each thrust, Dimitri's tip was brushing Rose in just the right way on the inside, making each moment more intense than the last. As he felt her begin to tighten with anticipation, Dimitri began thrusting harder, pinching relentlessly on her erect nipple.

Lissa continued, ".. and that is why I would like to ask you to vote for me for Student Council president." Rose recognized this as the ending of Lissa's speech and was glad for the chance to cry out as the orgasm began ripping through her body. When everyone began to clap and cheer for Lissa, Rose let herself give a wordless cry.

"I can feel you clenching around me, Roza," Dimitri groaned in her ear as he gave one final intense thrust, "You feel so good. I love you so much!"

Just as soon as his words finished, the cheering and applause died down, giving him just enough time to speak without being heard.

As Dimitri's seed pulsed out of him and into Rose, he held her steady, rocking into her soft, firm body. Once they had both come down from their orgasms, Dimitri pulled out of her and slid back.

A few moments later, as he was helping Rose to get her bra back in place while the next candidate was speaking, he whispered to her, "I'm so glad we had this chance to be together. I didn't even have to work very hard for it, either. Believe it or not, Stan told me that he would wash my car for me if I would bring you up here. What did you do to get him to want to punish you?"

Rose laughed at that. "I unscrewed all of the legs on his desk chair so that it would fall to the ground when he sat on it."

"I'm glad I didn't get on your bad side, Roza. And I can't wait for more time to spend with you after detention, milaya."

"Neither can I," Rose replied, "Neither can I."

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Author's Notes:

When I first wrote this chapter, it was right after COVID-19 hit the U.S.  My son and I were both home 24x7 (I was - and still am - working from home full-time) while my husband was considered an 'essential worker'.  My son has finally gone back to school at this point and my husband (who's definitely not retirement age) left his day job to live off of his retirement income, but it's been hard (and continues to be hard) to try to find time to write the mature content scenes  without my son seeing them.  If you're reading this in September/October 2020, my current plan is about one chapter every week, on the weekends, after I finish putting chapter 11 out here, and I'll be publishing it to Wattpad first before it goes to Fanfiction dot net or ArchiveOfOurOwn.

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