Author's Notes:

Mild mature content in this sub-chapter.  The really dirty stuff is in the second half.

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As Dimitri was sitting in detention with his students, he kept trying not to look at Rose. The pull of the heavenly creature sitting in the front of his classroom was almost intoxicating. He couldn't help thinking of this beautiful woman - his beautiful woman - sitting a mere ten footsteps away from him, wearing no panties under that suspiciously innocent-looking, albeit several inches too short, school uniform.

As Rose crossed and uncrossed her legs, he couldn't help darting his eyes up from the book in his hands to look at the scintillating movement. He had been on the same paragraph for the last fifteen minutes. As his eyes inescapably scanned the area under her desk, trying to resist the urge to look at her smooth, toned thighs and up Rose's skirt, he heard a low growl and was surprised to notice that it was his own. If it weren't for the years of experience with practiced control, he knew that his pants would be tightening along his manhood from thinking of her silky soft skin and her hot, wet core even now.

As his eyes made contact with hers, Rose's soft tongue shot out and licked her soft pink lips. He could remember the feel of her tongue licking his body and the taste of her sweet cherry lip gloss when he took her mouth. He fought to keep from licking his own lip in response.

Rose was sitting in the very last row of the classroom when she had been in detention before the two of them were together; a mark of her popularity, he thought. Now, being in the front row, he wasn't sure if it was a calculated move to taunt him or a willful desire that she couldn't get close enough. He knew that he could never get close enough to her.

Although she hadn't been until she was in Dimitri's presence in detention, Rose was soaking wet at the front of his classroom - with no panties. She couldn't help but fidget as she felt the wetness between her thighs. Inconspicuously trying to rub them together for friction did nothing but catch attention. Still catching his attention with her eyes, winked at Dimitri and then used her eyes to motion to her skirt. When he looked down again, she yawned, making a move with her upper body as though stretching, and parted her thighs just enough to give him a clear view. Though she doubted anyone else in the classroom could hear it, Rose heard a clear audible catch in Dimitri's breath.

Yep, he saw, she thought with pleasure.

Dimitri glanced at the other students to see if they were paying attention to him, then shot Rose a possessive gaze, telling her with his eyes that she was all his and that she would pay - in utterly delicious ways - for the show she just gave him. Rose gulped, watching with blatant desire as Dimitri furtively palmed the front of his khaki pants behind the desk for an instant.

Rose raised her hand, calling, "Mr. Belikov?"

"One moment, Ms. Hathaway," Dimitri replied. Dimitri pulled his suit jacket off of the back of his chair, slid his arms into the sleeves, and fastened it, then stood to walk to her desk. He hoped that the bulk of the coat was sufficient to hide his thickening shaft from the rest of his students. When he arrived at Rose's desk, Dimitri asked, "How may I help you?"

Rose quickly glanced over her shoulder to see if the other students were paying attention, hoping she could give Dimitri a clandestine stroke over his pants. At least one other pair of eyes was looking back at her, so instead she wrote on her paper again. Your apartment after detention tonight?

"Can you help me with this English assignment?" she asked, sliding him the paper, "I'm not sure about the intro I wrote for this paragraph."

"It's a decent start, but I think you could make it better. Let me see if I can make some suggestions to edit this," Dimitri said, taking the paper and pen from her hands.

Dimitri wrote back: I don't know if I can wait that long. I might have to have you right here on the desk as soon as the others leave. and handed the paper back to Rose, saying "How does this look? I think it flows better."

Rose replied back verbally, "I think that gets my creative juices flowing, Comrade. I've got what I need to write the rest of this now."

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Just as detention time was about to finally draw to a close, principal Kirova was standing in Dimitri's classroom door.

"Mr. Belikov?" Kirova said.

"Yes, Principal Kirova?" he replied, motioning her to enter and standing from his desk.

Principal Kirova moved to stand beside Dimitri and told him, in a hushed voice, "Mr. Belikov, your introductory period here ended last week. I have your teacher evaluation ready to review. I'd like to go over the changes to your salary and benefits. Do you have some time to discuss it once you are done here?"

Dimitri looked at Rose and then said to Principal Kirova, "Miss Hathaway was late to detention again today. I had asked her to stay late to make up the time, but she doesn't have transportation. I'll need to let her know she will need to take the bus and has to make it up on a different day. Can you give me a few minutes?"

"Very well, Mr. Belikov," Kirova said, "I'll see you in my office in fifteen minutes."

"Thank you, Principal Kirova," he replied.

As soon as Principal Kirova walked out, the bell rang and the other students began filing out. Rose looked at Dimitri expectantly as he approached her desk.

"I'll need you to leave now and take the bus, Miss Hathaway," he said to her, and then, as soon as all of the students exited, he said, in a hushed tone, "I'll call you as soon as I can. I love you." Dimitri pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"I love you, too," Rose said, "I'll be waiting."

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Author's Notes:

Originally, the classroom scene was going to wait a few more chapters, but it just fit so well here, and with all of the COVID stuff going on, I just needed as much pulse-pounding steamy Romitri heat as I could fit into this chapter. You will likely see a similar but different scene appear in another chapter later on because I have something specific in mind for it.