Reading VA: Reading Vampire Academy (A VA fanfic)

Nine

DPOV
"Who's reading next?" Mia asked when everyone was calmed enough to continue.
"Me," my Roza declared.

Oh boy. I had to hope this chapter didn't have the lounge incident in it. Knowing my luck lately, it would be. Oh this would get interesting if it was, with Roza reading her side of that event and turn in our just-beginning- to-bud relationship and all. I didn't really want her to relive this past year since it had mostly been filled with heartache, heartbreak, pain and trauma. I had to remind myself of her strength, bravery and courage. Especially considering the prospect of one book being all about Russia.

"You sure, love?" I gently asked.
"Absolutely." She grinned, then smirked, then kissed my cheek. That was my woman for you. "I snapped into her mind, once again seeing and directly experiencing what went on around her." my Roza confidently began. "She was sneaking into the chapel's attic again, confirming my worst fears. Like last time, she met no resistance. Good God, I thought, could that priest be any worse about securing his own chapel?
"Sunrise lit up the stained-glass windows, and Christian's silhouette was framed against it: he was sitting in the window seat."

No one interrupted her. Seeing as this was her story and she was reading it. Everyone was mesmerised, wanting to hear how The Rose Hathaway really thought. They also wanted wanted to get through this as efficiently as possible. I didn't doubt Rose wanted to rip the proverbial bandaid off as quickly as possible.

My musings made me miss a little. So I tuned back in to hear, "Christian's smug expression dropped, replaced by one of uncharacteristic surprise. Lissa might not be psychic, but she had a startling ability to read people."

Rose went on. Continuing to read the recall of the rest of the interaction. And her reactions and opinions at the time.

She continued, "Then, for reasons I didn't really get, I slammed it shut and threw it against the wall." Darkness. It had to be, even back then. "I spent the rest of the night brooding until the time to meet Jesse came around." Oh god, here comes the lounge. I was so in for a chastising from Mama over my reaction when Rose read that out. "He complied to the second, and we found the lounge dark, dusty, and deserted. The drop in guardian numbers over the years meant a lot of the dorm stayed empty, a sad sign for Moroi society but terribly convenient right now." And yet, I found you and the spark between us ignited. "He sat down on the couch, and I lay back on it, putting my feet in his lap. I was still annoyed after Lissa and Christian's bizarre attic romance and wanted nothing more than to forget about it for a while."

The group was still quiet, listening intently, still intrigued. Rose went on to reveal their conversation about Mia. She scowled but remained quiet. Rose kept reading. "Sitting up, I moved closer to him and draped a leg over his lap. I wrapped my arms around him, and without further delay, thoughts of Mia disappeared as his testosterone kicked in. He kissed me eagerly-sloppily, even-pushing me against the back of the couch, and I relaxed into what had to be the first enjoyable physical activity I'd had in weeks."

She paused and stared me down. "Nowhere near as enjoyable as with you, Comrade. God. I love you, Dimitri, I really do," lovingly declared my Roza, my woman and my soulmate. She then proceeded to kiss me. It was one that so was not G-rated. And I was just as guilty as her for shamelessly enjoying it and deepening it. It was Abe's fake cough that brought us back to the world.

"We kissed like that for a long time," that was an awkward thing to hear after we'd just made a spectacle ourselves. "And I didn't stop him when he pulled off my shirt."

She never stopped me removing her clothes. I, as dhampir, never stopped, and never would stop, asking her for permission to let things go all the way.