Rose's POV:

Ugh! Stupid Christian!

There I was, laying in Dimitri's luscious, muscular arms, feeling the warmth of his hard yet supple body all around me, his arms wrapped around my waist. And his huge rock-solid erection flush pressed like a brand up against my back. Good God, that thing must have been half the length of my spine. The longer-term relationship really was the important thing here and I really didn't want to just end up fooling around and turning this into a one-and-done thing, but I knew in that instant that if he made a move, I was not going to stop him. And I knew in that instant that he wanted to make a move.

But then Christian had to walk in. After we squared everything away with him, Lissa grabbed an overnight bag from her room and then Christian and Lissa went back to Christian's house for the night. Finally, I was back in Dimitri's arms again, the movie playing.

I will always love The Princess Bride. It has been my favorite movie by a wide margin from every other movie I have ever seen since the day I first saw it. But I've also seen it over twenty times and at that moment, there was nothing about that or any other movie that could hold my attention in that room.

Dimitri's big, warm, callused hands began moving their way up my stomach. He tried - mostly successfully, if I hadn't been so keenly aware of his presence - to be subtle about it the first time, right before Christian arrived, but he was less subtle this second time. After a callus on his hand snagged the fabric of my shirt a couple of times, he let his hand slide under the bottom hem of my shirt, all intimations of subtlety completely abandoned, then let his hands begin their journey back up.

Within moments, I could feel his fingertips at the base of each of my breasts. I took a deep breath as I felt his hand rise and begin cupping me. He let out a harsh hiss as his thumbs brushed over each of my nipples, his touch causing them to stiffen. As his hands continued squeezing and massaging my breasts, his thumbs circling over my nipples, he leaned in and began kissing my neck. The heat from his mouth on the sensitive spot just under my ear caused a shiver of excitement.

So close to my ear, I could hear how hard he was breathing and my own breathing began to match his. Dimitri captured my earlobe in his mouth, running his tongue along the edge. He gently nipped on my earlobe as his fingers began gently pinching and tugging at my hardened peaks.

I was panting now.

One of Dimitri's hands stayed on one of my breasts while the other began to venture lower along my stomach. I knew what was coming next and nothing could have made me stop him, but I even surprised myself when I was unzipping my shorts and dragging them and my panties down a few seconds later. I sat up, pulling my tank top over my head to give him completely unfettered access. I hadn't been naked in front of a man since Jesse - before all of the cheating.

At this point, I think I was completely willing to have sex with Dimitri. The long haul sounded great and he seemed like a wonderful guy, so I hoped he was more than just a one-and-done, but it'd been a long time since I'd been touched by a man - and despite our two years together, Jesse had never made me come. I'm not the kind of girl to sleep around, but if I'm honest with myself, half the reason I agreed to Lissa and I renting the house out here this summer was in the hopes that I could get laid. I'd never felt the sexual chemistry I had felt with Dimitri with anyone else, especially not Jesse.

As I eased back into the cradle of his legs, the erection that was somewhat noticeable before became inescapably noticeable, pressed rigid against my bare spine, throbbing and stiff. His arms circled back around my naked body, one hand returning to my breast and the other slowly meandering down my stomach into the juncture of my thighs.

When his lower hand reached its goal, sinking into my folds, Dimitri rasped out, "Fuck!" and took a few deep breaths, "You're so much wetter than I imagined."

His fingers stayed on the outside, timidly exploring me. They weren't perfectly skilled, but they were still better than Jesse's just by the sake that he wasn't immediately just trying to roughly thrust and stretch me out to try to prep me for sex. I kind of liked it better that way, knowing that he didn't necessarily know what he was doing, because then I knew I wasn't necessarily the twentieth girl he'd been with - this year alone.

When his fingertip brushed over my clit, I let out a low moan and practically purred his name, arching my body into his hands. Once he found it, he became a quick study and began circling it over and over again.

"Yes," I panted, "Dimitri, that feels so good! You're going to make me come!"

At my words, his circling and prodding became more intense, insistently increasing the friction against my sensitive little button. All the while, he was tugging and pinching my nipples harder and harder.

Finally, my body couldn't take any more. I let out a keening, wordless plea, the feeling of rapture hit me, and stars exploded behind my eyelids.

As the feeling of the orgasm overwhelmed me, I gave myself a moment to calm back down, then removed my hands from my trembling body. I looked over at my nightstand and thought about just flipping off the light and going to sleep, but I knew I'd probably be more comfortable if I washed, brushed my teeth, and changed into pajamas.

I stood up and walked over to my closet. I grabbed the extra-large t-shirt I had stolen from Jesse our freshman year of college and threw it on. I hadn't felt anything but disgust for Jesse at this point in our lives, but damn if that shirt wasn't the most comfortable thing I owned. I began preparing to head to the bathroom to wash and get ready for bed when I noticed the lingerie drawer sitting on the closet floor. There in the corner of the drawer was Dildo Shaggins. I guess I didn't need Mr. Shaggins tonight after all.

Hopefully, I'd get to the point soon where the real Dimitri would be fulfilling that role instead of just my fingers and the Dimitri in my imagination.

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Dimitri POV:

After the talk with Christian, I knew I had to be on my best behavior with Rose and truly take things slow, no matter how impossible that seemed. There was definitely something special about Rose and she was worth it to me to get it right. When I walked back into the room, she was laying across the left half of the couch, all too eager to be back laying between my legs again, but I opted to sit beside her with my feet on the floor instead.

When it was time to leave for the night, we exchanged numbers, making plans to go out on a date next weekend. I gave Rose a hug and a kiss on the cheek and said goodbye, making my way across to Randall's house for the night. She seemed upset when we parted and I was almost certain that she had wanted me to kiss her on the lips, but I'd be damned if our first kiss was going to be a kiss goodbye - plus, I wasn't sure I'd be able to walk away once her beautiful lips were on mine.

What I hadn't realized during all of that moving was that Rose's bedroom window looked directly out towards my room. Her curtains were open and her bedside lamp's dim light was on, but I don't think she saw me there. She was laying on her bed, still dressed, with her hands inside her tank top.

Due to the lack of air conditioning, it was pretty much mandatory that my bedroom window had to stay open with the curtains open, so I'd gotten in the habit with the last neighbors of changing in the bathroom and then entering my room without turning the light on during hot nights to give myself a modicum of privacy when I had to leave the window open. Tonight was definitely one of those nights, so Rose's view of my window should've been nothing but a dark room.

Was it my imagination or were her hands caressing her breasts? I sat, captivated, as I watched her. A few seconds later, all doubt as to what her hands were doing disappeared - when her clothes disappeared. The woman had the body of a goddess, absolutely flawless. And I could see nearly every flawless inch of it. Her beautiful tanned skin glowed in the soft light of her bedside lamp. As her fingers began teasing and caressing her body, I checked the lock on my bedroom door, then began dragging my shorts down over my aching shaft. As her fingers plunged past the beautiful soft brown curls at the juncture of her thighs, I began stroking, imagining that was me between her thighs.

I'd seen porn at Ivan's house on his computer, but this was a million times better. I watched enrapt, studying the way she liked her body to be touched and the facial expressions she made as she touched: every flick of her fingers, every tug, what kind of pressure to apply, what spots she liked to be caressed. I was never going to get a better guide as to how to pleasure her. At one point, I could see Rose's lips moving. I'm not an expert at lip-reading, but I could've sworn she said 'Dimitri'. I nearly came as soon as I saw that, but I continued watching her.

I tried to still my hand so that I wouldn't come before I saw her do it, but I wasn't entirely sure the stillness was making much of a difference. Just watching her with my eyes alone was bringing me closer. If I were to have actually had my hands on her tonight, I had little doubts that I would've spilled right in my shorts.

I saw the look on her face and I knew the moment she was climaxing. I had never seen a woman look more beautiful in my life. Two strokes later and I was joining her in ecstasy. I decided in that moment that I was going to love spending weekends at Randall's house this summer because I was quickly falling in love with Rose. Roza.

A moment later, Rose got up. I started to turn to clean myself up, but I noticed her putting on a gigantic St. Vladimir's Basketball t-shirt. Along the back of the shirt, it said 'Zeklos'. In that moment, I knew two things: first, that the Jesse they had talked about earlier was Ivan's lecherous cousin who screwed everything female with at least two legs, whether willing or not, and second, that she was, in fact, the Rosemarie 'Hooligan' Hathaway that so many of the rumors I'd heard had been about.

I was beginning to fall in love with Rose Hathaway. I was doomed.

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Author's Notes:

Sorry about the little tease there, folks. Hopefully you all figured out that the top part there was just Rose's fantasy, as opposed to what actually happened. (And hopefully you're not too pissed about that, either!) Overwhelming consensus from comments on chapter three when I initially published - that I've honestly come to agree with - was that it was too soon for our two lovers to be getting down and dirty, but I still wanted both of them to be thinking about it.

What do you think the rumors Dimitri heard about Rose were about - or who do you think he had heard them from? How long do you think everyone can keep all of their secrets?