Romitri Short Stories | ✔ | 18+

Back to School*

Summary:

This one is also set in the V.A. world.  Exactly when is a surprise you'll just have to find out. 😉

A training session alone with Rose's mentor in the middle of the Moroi night at St. Vladimir's turns into a different sort of workout.

Trigger warning (sort of):  Some of this might initially seem like abuse of authority or dubious consent, but I promise everything is not as it seems.

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It was the middle of the Moroi night, a.k.a. 2:00 PM. The gym was empty except for me and my sizzling hot Russian training instructor. We had just finished doing thirty laps around the track at St. Vladimir's and I was dead tired, but Dimitri was putting in some extra guarding shifts near the wards since there had been another Strigoi attack last week and had gotten special approval for us to be in the gym because this was the only time he had for us to train.

I was so tired of his doing what was 'proper' and keeping us from being romantically together. I was doing everything I could to loosen his restraint. For my part in that tonight, I was wearing a pair of extra-short split shorts and a low-cut, tight, white tank top that was nearly see-through and stopped at the bottom of my rib cage - with no bra. I'd never been quite this overt in my clothing choice before at St. Vladimir's, but we'd never had the gym completely to ourselves before. I had a feeling that my bralessness was pretty obvious to Mr. Control, but if he noticed, he managed to keep it to himself. I knew he would be distracted, but I didn't really realize how distracted I would be by the fact that I was wearing it.

We had been sparring for less than five minutes and he had knocked me on my ass three times already. The mats we were standing on were extra-thick because they were meant for novices to be able to fall on repeatedly, so falling hadn't hurt, though. He held out a hand to help me up and I got back into position again.

"Novice Hathaway, your stance is all wrong," he said. Great, we're back to not using my first name again, I thought. "Stand there for a moment." Dimitri got behind and positioned his feet between mine, holding my shoulder with one of his hands and the side of my waist with the other. "Here, widen your legs out a bit," he said, using his feet to push mine apart. He moved them a few inches at first, then spreading my legs a few feet apart. If he hadn't been holding my shoulder and waist, I would have fallen over. With him this close, his after-shave was intoxicating. I tried not to make it too obvious how much I was breathing him in.

"Hey! Just what do you think -" I began, getting ready to bitch about him almost knocking me over again when I turned to look at him, expecting to meet his eyes and noticed his beautiful dark brown eyes were darker than I'd remembered - as dark as they were the night of Victor's lust charm. "Comrade ...?" I began, but my thoughts were so muddled. Before I could even finish that thought, his lips were on mine in a scorching kiss. The hand that was on my shoulder slid down to caress my breast through the thin tank top, causing me to moan against his mouth, and then Dimitri's lips broke away from mine to kiss and lick my neck.

"We're all alone here, Novice Hathaway," he said, "It's your word against mine if you tell someone about this. You're not going to tell anyone about this - is that clear?" I nodded, too clouded by his hand squeezing gently at my breast and his tongue trailing over my earlobe to use words. "I could make your combat grades so much better if you would be a little more accommodating for me. Are you going to give me what I want, Novice Hathaway?" I nodded again. "Say it, so I can hear you."

"Yes," I whispered out.

"Call me 'Guardian Belikov', Novice Hathaway," he said, "Clearly, so I can hear you."