Author's Note:

And now, without further ado, here's that - uninterrupted - sexy, sexy scene we've all been waiting for (with a little lead-in first) ...

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I didn't hear from Roza again the rest of the night. When I got to church, Ivan was waiting for me in our usual spot at the back of the church. We had a few minutes before church started and my family hadn't arrived yet, so we had a few minutes to talk.

"Dude," Ivan said, looking and sounding exactly like my gossip-hungry sisters, "I've been texting you all weekend! What happened with the viagra on Friday night? Did you end up cancelling your date?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I said, shrugging noncommittally.

Ivan looked at me levelly in the eye. "Try me."

"Do you promise not to tell anyone?"

"On my grandmother's grave," he said, crossing his heart. This wasn't an oath he would make lightly. I was there when Ivan found out that his grandmother had passed and I knew that Ivan loved her very much.

I lowered my voice (after all, we were in church) and said, "The viagra really didn't turn out as bad as it could've. Things actually started off pretty good, in fact. We were ... close for a little while when we were alone together before we went to the restaurant. But then when we got there, our waitress was this girl that used to live with Rose and eventually, everything just went to shit."

"One thing at a time," said Ivan, "First, how close?" Then, Ivan gasped and I practically knew what he'd say next. "Dimitri, did Rose take your cherry?"

"That's really none of your business, Ivan. But no, she didn't 'take my cherry'."

"I'm gonna guess it'll become hers, and soon. Here's a couple condoms," with that, he pulled three condoms out of his pocket and held them out to me. I stood there gaping at him. "You ought to be prepared," he said.

I rolled my eyes, but took them and put them in my pocket before anyone saw him handing them to me at church. "I don't even want to know why you have three condoms in your pocket at church."

"It's actually five," he said with a shrug. I looked at him with my mouth hanging open again and he asked, "What? Did you really think I'd give you all the condoms I had with me? After all, Vika's gonna be here today."

I didn't know whether to punch him for making plans to take advantage of my sister or throw up in my mouth thinking of Ivan and Viktoria having sex. I gave Ivan another eye roll, but he continued. "Second, though, what happened to make everything go to shit with the ex-roommate girl as your waitress?"

I hesitated, not sure how much I should tell. Ivan got a lot of information from me due to best friend privileges; sometimes more than he should have, but there was a lot about what happened on Friday night that I just wasn't sure he should know. I quickly mentally edited what happened to a format I could feel alright telling Ivan.

"Rose was super-uncomfortable and trying to sort of stake her territory with me," I said, "She was kissing my neck and touching my leg under the table and stuff while we were sitting there. At first, it was all sexy and I was really enjoying it, but then she started throwing back drinks the way Randall does, and she just started giggling at nothing and nearly fell out of her seat. And it just sort of seemed like the reasons she was getting all flirtatious were more about the roommate and the alcohol than about us. And she wasn't herself."

"Oh man! Did you talk to her about it afterwards? Or is this just it?"

"Who do you think I am, Ivan? You know how I feel about Rose! Of course I talked to her about it! We went out again on Saturday and she more-or-less made it up to me. Oh, and guess who Lissa's step-sister is?"

"Who's Lissa again?" Ivan asked, utterly clueless.

"Rose's roommate - the one dating my Chemistry professor," I groaned at Ivan's question. I loved my best friend like the brother I never had, but sometimes he could be a real idiot.

"Who is her step-sister?" he asked.

I replied, "Jill."

"Mastrano?" Ivan asked, incredulously, "Your ex-girlfriend? That Jill?"

"Yes, that Jill. And Rose knows her, too."

"Holy shit!" Ivan exclaimed, loud enough that people in the pews around us turned to stare. I tried to hide my face from them, not to be seen with the guy who had just exclaimed the swear-word in church, but it seemed that they were more interested in gossip and quickly turned away whispering about someone else when a girl passed by wearing ripped cut-off shorts and flip-flops. Ivan added: "Does Rose know how old you are now?"

Church was about to start and I caught a glimpse of my sisters coming in from the side. I replied, "No. And Jill agreed not to tell her until I do. Let's finish this conversation at school tomorrow, though."

"Fine. Tomorrow, though, we talk," said Ivan, sounding angry and furrowing his brow, but he let it go for now.

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The priest in church had talked on and on about truth and honesty during the service. Honesty. The one thing I had not given Rose. But I knew I could fix that. I needed to either tell her the truth or end things. I knew I couldn't end things, so my choice was clear.

By the time I got home to Randall's, it was pouring rain outside so hard that my wipers weren't clearing the windshield when they were turned on full blast. When I got out of the car, I saw Rose standing on her porch in a pair of shorts and a sports bra, drenched and pounding on the door so hard I could see it shaking slightly, yelling. I got out of my car and ran over to Rose on the porch so that I could hold my umbrella over Rose's head. As I got closer, I could make out the words. "Fuck! Liss!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Let me the fuck in! You know this was your fault! The music wasn't even playing anymore when you came in!"

"Rose!" I yelled over the rain, as I got to her, "What happened?"

Rose began in a blur of words, angrily spewing out everything in one frantic breath. "Lissa and I had a big fight after what happened last night, so she left to go over to Christian's for the night and came back this morning while I was getting in my morning run. When I went to go for my run, I left the house unlocked and didn't take a key." Rose gasped, then said, "It started raining, so I headed back, but when I got here the doors were locked. I swear she thinks she's trying to prove a point about leaving doors unlocked. The bitch locked me out - to prove a fucking point!"

It was hard to tell through the rain, but I could've sworn a tear streaked down Rose's face. I knew in that moment that Rose was too broken to hear anything that might upset her more right now. I wouldn't be able to tell her the truth about myself today.

Definitely next week. I'd tell her next week.

"Liss and I have been friends since first grade! And now she's willing to fucking ruin it all just so she can keep from admitting she was wrong?!" Rose yelled the last part towards the house and pounded furtively on the door again.

"From what I've seen of the two of you, Roza, I don't think she'd do that to you. Are you absolutely sure Lissa knows you're out here?" I asked, continuing to raise my voice to be heard over the pounding rain.

Rose thought for a second, looked at me with this adorable pouty face, and said, "Well ... not for sure. But she has to have heard the pounding! I'm practically beating a hole in the door!"

"Over this rain?" I asked her, still yelling to be heard, despite the fact that I was three feet away from her.

Rose frowned. "Maybe."

"Did you try calling her?"

"I didn't take my phone with me when I went out. It's still inside the house. Along with my cash and credit cards."

"Did you want to try to call her on my phone?" I asked, pulling it out of my pocket.

Rose took a moment to say, "I didn't know we had such a wide age difference. Who'd have thought all along that I was dating a senior citizen, grandpa," as she looked at the phone, before dialing the number and holding it to her ear. I tried to play it off with a light chuckle, but she'd almost hit too close to the mark with that comment about the age difference.

"She doesn't always have her phone on her," said Rose, "If she doesn't pick up, I'm not talking to her voicemail."

After a few more moments, Rose hung up the phone. "No answer. Now what?" she asked.

I thought quickly. All of my St. Vladimir's school stuff was in my car, so driving her anywhere was not an option. "Why don't you come over and we'll get you dried off next door? It looks like Randall's already left to go to the bar and probably won't be home for hours, so he won't know or care. We could try to call her again in an hour or so. Or once the rain lets up, we can try the door again."

Rose gave me a faint half-hearted smile and said, "Sounds like a plan."

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I hadn't realized just how cold Rose was until we got inside and I saw her goosebumps and the slight bluish cast to her lips. "Why don't you leave your shoes by the door?" I told Rose as I toed off my own shoes on the mat, "If you want to come upstairs with me, I can get you some clean, dry clothes from my room. They'll be big, but maybe you can roll the sleeves and pant legs up. I'd be glad to check for one of my sisters' clothes, too, but I don't know if they've left any here. None of us really like Randall."

"Thanks," Rose said, kicking off her own shoes and following me up the stairs, "I think your clothes should be fine if you can't find any of theirs. Do you think it'd be okay if I took a shower, though? I just want to be warm right now."

I nodded and helped Rose find a towel, an old t-shirt of Viktoria's, and some of my sweatpants, and then I pointed her to the bathroom to shower.

"If you want to hang your clothes on the outside of the bathroom door before you get in, I can throw them in the dryer while you're showering," I told her.

Before she closed the door, Rose told me, "Thank you, Dimitri. It means so much to me that you've been there for me this afternoon. I don't know how I could've handled this without you," and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

Not gotten walked in on last night to have gotten in the fight in the first place? my traitorous mind retorted at me, but I kept silent, despite myself, as she closed the bathroom door. Rose was too good to have to go through this. Her friendship with Lissa was ironclad until last night. And now, it was in doubt. Because of me.

If I can't be honest with her, maybe I should end things. Maybe she would be better off without me.

I walked to my room and sat down to read a western novel that I was in the middle of. After a minute or so, I heard the bathroom door latch and I took her clothes and put them in the dryer while Rose continued to shower. I tried not to read too much into that Rose had included her underwear in what she put on the door.

Rose took such a long shower that I suspected she must've stayed in the shower until she ran out of hot water. A few minutes after I heard that the water had been turned off and she was out of the shower, I heard Rose open the bathroom door again.

"Dimitri," she called out. I walked out in the hallway and saw Rose standing there in the bathroom doorway.

Wearing only a towel.

I stood there frozen, eyes practically popping out of my head as I watched drops of water run along her neck and into the crevice between her breasts.

She said, "The shirt you gave me is too small and the pants are so big that they won't stay up. Could I borrow one of your shirts I could wear? Maybe like a big, warm sweatshirt or something? On me, it's probably almost a dress."

I dashed into my room and grabbed the first sweatshirt in my size that I could find: one that had Cyrillic writing on it that my aunt had sent me for Christmas last year. It said 'World's Best Nephew' in big chunky capital letters, but Rose would never know or care. I bolted back over to Rose and gave her the shirt, quickly turning away to give her some privacy. A second later, I heard the towel drop to the floor.

"You know, Dimitri, you don't have to turn away," she told me.

"I know," I replied, "but I'm trying to be respectful."

"It doesn't matter, anyways, because I already have the shirt on." I could practically hear the suggestive tone in her voice as Roza added, "But maybe I don't want you to be 'respectful'."

I turned to Rose and was amazed at how incredibly enticing it was to see her with my shirt on, especially knowing that she was only wearing my shirt. Even if it did say 'World's Best Nephew' on it.

"My sweatshirt looks good on you," I told her, swallowing as I realized I could never truly have the beauty that was in front of me.

"It is warm," she said, "But maybe you could keep me warm without it. I think it might look even better on the floor."

I swallowed again, feeling completely broken for what I was about to say, even though the words hadn't come out of my mouth yet. "Roza," I told her, "You've got to understand that you wouldn't be in this situation you're in if it weren't for me. I caused this. If you hadn't had me looking across the window at you, Lissa never would've seen anything when she walked in and the two of you never would've gotten in the fight. I can't be the one who makes your life difficult." I took a deep breath and braced myself for what I knew I had to say next. "I think it's better if you just keep yourself covered until we can get you back in your own clothes and your own house and then ... then, we shouldn't see each other again."

"Dimitri, what are you talking about?" Rose asked with an unreadable expression on her face, "Didn't you say that you love me?"

I plunged ahead, each word twisting the knife in my heart just a little bit more. Even if I was doing it for her own good, I was throwing away the love of my life. I knew she needed me out of her life, even if it killed me to do it. "I do love you. And that's exactly why I think it's better if we don't see each other again. I can't put you through this anymore. I would rather have you be happy without me than miserable because of me."

"Don't I get a say in any of this?"

"You don't want to be happy, Rose?"

"Dimitri, you make me happy. I want you. I know we haven't known each other long, but I'm in love with you. Like I have never felt for anyone else before in my whole life. I could never be happy without you. Of course, I'm not thrilled about being in a fight with my best friend, but we'll work it out. We always have when we fought before. And if not, as long as I'm with you, I. Don't. Care. If I have to choose between Lissa and you, I choose you, Dimitri. Every time."

Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. I stood there speechless. She told me that she loved me; the words I had been waiting to hear since I revealed my feelings for her - if not from the time I started to feel that way about her. And she was willing to choose me over her best friend - since childhood.

Without even meaning to, I moved closer to her. I couldn't help it. I was drawn to Rose like a magnet. I didn't want to fight it for a moment.

"I love you, Dimitri," Rose told me, "You're all I ever want. I need you."

I closed the little space between us and pulled her body up against mine, letting our lips crash together. This was none of the usual casually-sweet softness of our other kisses; this kiss was a smoldering and urgent testament to the feelings between us, pouring out all of the emotions that had been building for the past several weeks. No matter what I did, I couldn't get close enough to her. Our mouths clashed almost violently as I clutched her to me, occasionally pitting teeth against lip or tongue. I wanted her, needed her, closer than anyone had ever been.

Roza began to unfasten the buttons on my dress shirt. Up until that moment, I hadn't even realized I was still wearing my dress clothes that I had worn to church.

Church. Where I heard the priest talk about honesty. Honesty.

I backed away and put a finger to her lips. "Roza, there's something I need to tell you. Now, before we go any further."

Rose pulled my hand away from her lips. "Dimitri, it doesn't matter. No matter what you want to tell me, there's nothing you could say that would change the way I feel about you. Don't you want to make love to me?"

I knew in my head that was where this was all heading this afternoon, but until Roza had said it, I didn't fully comprehend it. I was about to make love to her. Roza, the woman of my dreams; the love of my life. I'd never wanted anything so much in my entire life.

Before I could say more, we were kissing again. I didn't move to kiss her again and she didn't move to kiss me, but somehow we were kissing. Roza had the first several buttons on my shirt undone in practically record time, too. I wanted to make love to her more than I could imagine. As Roza went to untuck the tail of my shirt, I felt electricity coursing through my veins when she let a hand gently graze the full length of my quickly forming erection.

I groaned as I realized how badly my body wanted to make love to Roza right now. It was so much more than just my body that wanted her, though. It was my soul. I wanted to join our souls together and I never wanted to part from her again.

Roza herself had said that nothing would change the way she felt about me. I could tell her the truth about my age after she made up with Lissa and it would be fine. There was no reason I had to tell her now.

I lifted Roza up and carried her to my bed, closing the door behind me, dragging the curtains closed and pulling my shirt off as I laid beside her on the bed. I let the fingers of one hand run through her still-dripping hair, the other hovering near the hem of the sweatshirt as I leaned in to continue kissing her. Roza's lips were like heaven - or a drug - and I couldn't get enough. I tugged on the sweatshirt, and before I knew it, we had to break the kiss so that I could pull it off of her.

"You got rid of that sweatshirt fast," Roza said, "I thought you liked it on me."

I replied, "I do like it. I love it. I just thought it might look better on the floor."

I wanted to savor the moment and really look at her. I didn't want the moment to pass me by: the first time she had been completely naked in front of me - well, the first time she had been when we were in the same room and she knew that I could see her. I could reach out and touch her, every inch. I could see her up close. And she was mine.

Within seconds, my fingers were meeting her already drenched core as Rose began to unfasten my pants. The circling of my fingers on her little pleasure button were met with the sexiest moans I had ever heard.

The rest of my clothes came off quickly and hardly without my notice as I enjoyed touching, kissing, and seeing the beauty before me.

Once all my clothes were off, she began stroking my hardened length almost teasingly slow. Roza asked, "Do you want me, Dimitri? Do you want to be with me?"

"You know I do," I told her, as I cupped her firm round breast in one hand, my fingers circling both her nipple and her clit at the same time. I kissed along her neck, her wet hair tickling my nose gently. I caused her to moan even louder as I gently nibbled on her earlobe.

Rose's hands stroked and tugged at my rigid cock nearly expertly. I knew she knew I was getting to the point of no return, my tip leaking out and achingly ready for release. I found myself grateful that I had taken the time to masturbate twice that morning, certain that I couldn't have held out this long without just exploding all over her if I hadn't gotten a little of the excitement out of my system earlier. It helped my concentration to focus on thinking about how to pleasure her instead of how it felt for her to touch me, but she was still just that good.

Suddenly, Rose pulled away, said 'Shit!', made a loud sigh that didn't sound at all pleased, and sat up.

"What's wrong, Roza?" I asked.

"Dimitri, we can't. I don't have anything."

I sat up beside her and furrowed my brow, thoroughly confused. "Don't have any what?"

"Protection," she said, "I'm not on the pill or anything."

I closed my eyes and thought for a moment. Of course! "I could kiss Ivan right about now!" I said as I opened my eyes and searched for my pants.

"Kiss Ivan?" Rose asked, "What are you talking about?"

I grabbed my pants off of the floor and pulled the condoms out of the pocket and said, handing her the three condoms, "Ivan gave me these while we were sitting in church this morning, before the service. At the time, I was ready to kill him for it. If my mother and sisters hadn't been running late, they might've seen him handing them to me."

Roza smiled a brilliant, wide grin. "Dimitri! I could kiss Ivan right now! Do you know what this means?"

I smiled back at Roza. "It means that this afternoon I get to make love to the beautiful woman I am in love with."

As my fingers returned to Roza's core and my lips returned to hers, I heard her ripping open the packaging on one of the three condoms. A moment later, I could feel her rolling it down my hardened manhood.

Is this really happening? I thought to myself.

"Are you ready for this?" Roza asked me, pulling my hand away from her little nub.

"Yes," I told her, looking her in the eyes.

"Then lay back," Rose told me, pushing against my shoulder. I laid with my back on the bed, my head on the pillow. Roza positioned herself with her legs straddling my hips, her lovely breasts right in my face. I couldn't help myself to sit up slightly and run my fingers across her orbs, letting my mouth lick and suck at one peak. Roza moaned when my tongue came in contact with her nipple, then grasped my wrapped manhood in her hand and positioned it at her entrance.

"Once this happens," Rose said, "there's no going back, Dimitri."

"I don't want to."

I felt her plunging my tip into her warmth. It was the most amazing tightness and heat I had ever felt. The only thing that kept me from coming on the spot was that she hadn't inserted me fully and that I couldn't feel her wetness because I was wearing the condom. I really wanted to see her face for this, but I couldn't help but let my eyes slide closed from the pleasure. She was even tighter than I had thought she was and oh-so-slippery.

I opened my eyes again. Roza just sat there for a moment with only my tip inside her, breathing deeply with her eyes closed. I had no idea what she was thinking, but I really wanted to know. Was this painful for her? Did it feel good? Was I even going to fit?

All I wanted to do was thrust up inside her and feel myself entering her fully. I was fighting everything inside me to wrest control from her. I watched her entrance, the place where we were joined, and saw the most beautiful sight as, in one motion, she sunk all the way down and sheathed me fully inside her, then sat still on top of me. She kept her eyes closed and remained still for nearly a full minute. Then, she began to gently rock on top of me and moaned with pleasure, her tight heat clutching me tightly. It felt incredible, she looked incredible, she sounded incredible.

Maybe too incredible - AGAIN?!

"Roza, I want to give you everything I have, but I'm not going to be able to last very long," I told her honestly. Especially now, while we were joined like this, I didn't want to ruin the moment by letting her think that I didn't want her or that I wanted to give her any less than one hundred percent. This was all about her and the feelings we had for each other.

To my surprise, she said, "That makes two of us, Comrade,"as she began to rotate her hips as she rocked. I could feel her tightness and warmth over every millimeter of my shaft, my tip ramming up against her on each rock. Her moans got louder with each rocking motion. Occasionally, she would throw in a rapid thrust - almost a pop - of her quite powerful hips, burying me deeper still inside her. The motion was like nothing I could replicate on my own with my hand. The woman was a goddess and I was well on my way to coming from simply being inside her.

I continued to tease her breasts with my mouth and hand, clutching her hip down to my body. Everything about this moment felt better than any moment before it and I wanted whatever closeness I could get from this beautiful woman. I closed my eyes for focus, trying desperately to prolong the start of my orgasm for as long as I could.

Suddenly, Roza let out a keening whimper and the longest, loudest moan yet. "Dimitri! I'm coming!"

As she said it, I felt her sheath clenching around me, almost like it was milking me. At that moment, I couldn't stop the seed from spilling out of me if I tried, and I didn't want to. As my orgasm continued on, Roza was still rocking above me.

I looked in her beautiful, exotic brown eyes and saw the feelings I felt mirrored there in her own. I realized that I'd never felt a connection like this with another human being for as long as I lived. And I don't think I ever would again.

This was it. She was it. There truly was no going back. I would never love anyone else like I would love Roza and I would love her forever.

"I love you," I told her, "So much."

"And I love you, too, Dimitri."

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Author's Notes:

The next couple of chapters will turn a bit angsty (you knew it had to happen eventually), so be prepared.  I promise this is a Happily-Ever-After ending story and will be worth the problems along the way.