Romitri Short Stories | ✔ | 18+

Little Paper Hearts*

Summary:

This story was originally published on Fanfiction.net and ArchiveOfOurOwn as two separate chapters.  The first chapter was not mature content, but the second is delightfully filthy.

This one is set in the V.A. world, after all of the events of Ruby Circle (with the exception of the Epilogue).  At Court, Rose finds Dimitri up practicing fighting moves in the middle of the night before Valentine's Day.

Thank you to TheTrebledMom for beta-reading this story.

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I was laying in bed sleeping when the sound hit me: a loud crash from our kitchen. It was pitch black in the middle of the night. Because of Lissa and Christian's college classes, we were on a human time-table right now, but we were living at Court. I looked over at the space beside me. The glow of the alarm clock said 3:38 A.M. Dimitri and I had gone to sleep side-by-side in our shared apartment, but he wasn't in our room now.

Ever since Lissa and I lost the bond, I was always just a bit anxious whenever I had nights off like tonight, even though we were all at Court. Even though I was pretty sure that there were no longer internal threats at Court, all of the things that had happened with Jill, Adrian, and Sydney last year only contributed to my fear.

Since Lissa had been put in charge, she did so much to bring us into the twenty-first century. I reached for my cell phone and checked to see if there were any Strigoi warnings. Every Court guardian now had a smartphone - thank you, Lissa - and there was an app that we could use when we were at Court to alert everyone with our GPS coordinates if Strigoi were present. But there was no alert now.

Lissa had also managed to make things much more comfortable for the life of a full-time guardian at Court. There wasn't much that could be done for life at Lehigh when we were on-campus, but here, she'd given us some of the best luxuries. Dimitri and I shared a large furnished apartment to ourselves, complete with air conditioning and washer/dryer hookups. In our bedroom, Dimitri and I shared a California king sized bed, which - let's face it - a guy of 6'7" really needs.

Another crash from the kitchen made me jump out of bed, grabbing my stake and tucking my phone in the waistband of my pajamas. I left my shoes off, knowing my socks - though they would be slippery on the kitchen and entryway tile floor - would be quieter if I was approaching an intruder, and padded down the stairs towards the kitchen.

When I got to the kitchen, what I saw almost made me laugh out loud, but I caught myself just in time. Dimitri would hate it if he saw me laughing at him about this. There he was, with his back to me, his hair down, wearing pajama pants with no shirt, holding out a banana and pivoting around, kicking, punching, and thrusting the banana like it was a silver stake. I stowed my stake in the waist of my pajamas, next to my phone.

Suddenly, Dimitri spun around and thrust the banana in my direction. When he saw me, Dimitri let out a startled grunt, and I could no longer stifle my laugh.

"Is that a banana, Comrade, or are you just happy to see me?" I asked.

Dimitri put the banana back in the fruit bowl he always kept on the counter and turned his wide eyes on me. "Roza, what are you doing up?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "I think I should probably ask you the same question."

"I asked you first."

I sighed. "Fine," I said, "I heard some crashes in the kitchen and I came down to see what it was. Your turn."

"I can't tell you," he said, his eyes shifting slightly.