Reading VA: Reading Vampire Academy (A VA fanfic)

Twenty-two

RPOV
I awoke to Dimitri gazing at me adoringly, hands gently and reverently studying my pj-clad body.
"Morning fiancé," he smiled his full and radiant one.
"Mmm. Morning, Comrade," I mumbled happily against his lips. "Now," I pulled back without having first kissed him.
"You. Tease!" he growled playfully.
"I know," I smirked. "Now, as I was saying, it's not at all freaky to wake to someone staring at you."
"But you're so beautiful when you sleep, you look so peaceful," lovingly said Dimitri.
"I guess that's acceptable. Stay right here," I suggestively purred before rolling out of bed.

Time for playful torture. I hadn't yet opened his gift that was meant to be for his birthday. That didn't mean I couldn't guess at what was inside. And my guess was something naughty, something scant. Maybe more than one something.

So, I grabbed the gift and headed to the bathroom. Upon opening, I found four very scanty and revealing one-piece sets of lingerie. Oh, he hadn't intended to last past my birthday, clearly.

What he'd bought me was a red satiny-topped, very revealing, see-through cotton from under the bust to just meeting the top of the thighs piece. The same thing in black. A simple, shiny, black, same length and spaghetti-strapped item the same length and just as revealing as the other two pieces. It was practically a lingerie version of that dress I wore to the dance. I bet that had been intentional. The last item was a red version of the dance dress reminiscent piece.

Yeah, he'd decided he'd be throwing away our roles on my birthday, that he'd give me him. Had it not happened in the cabin when it had.

I decided to wear the dance reminiscent one. Quickly switching into the black, reveal-all lingerie item before returning to Dimitri. Bed hair or not, I still looked so sexy my fiancé was going to lose it in milliseconds. And it was all his own doing.

I sauntered out the bathroom door. Dimitri's eyes bugged as he roamed my body with those dark with lust, brown eyes. "It's all your own doing," I teased and slowly stepped closer to the bed. And my hungry lover therein the sheets.
"Y-you like them?" he asked between heavy breaths. Echoing me under the charm.
"I love them. Do you?"

I was being an absolute tease, I still had a ways to go before I reached the bed. Flaunting it with every step, giving him a good look.

"Rose Hathaway!" he growled. "You are being a tease! And yes, I love it."
"Self inflicted, cowboy. Self. Inflicted."
"Roza!" he groaned before burying his head in pillows of our bed. I was just barely at the end of the bed now and he'd returned his eyes to me.
"You asked for it, Comrade," I purred as I crawled onto the bed. Crawling up, over his body. "You should have known better."
"Rose. Love," he pleaded as I straddled him. I was hyper aware of what exactly I was doing to him.
"Ung-Unh!" I trailed one finger down his bare, chiseled chest. "You bought it," I breathed with my fiancé's hands exploring my back, ass and thighs. "Now wear the consequences."
"Roza! I can barely keep in control when you're bundled in winter clothes and nothing's on show!" he whined lustfully.
"All. Your. Own. Fault. Dimitri." I finally brushed my lips over his. Pulling back from it before he could deepen it.
"Tease!" Dimitri groaned.
"This is what you get for being so damn compulsion resistant."
"Of course. Of course this is payback. I'm stuck here for a while, clearly."
"Yup!" I flipped us and pulled off his sleep shorts. "The roles are being reversed." I flipped us back. "If you're a cowboy, I'm the sherif!"

I'd barely had my way with my fiancé before a knock sounded on the door. Being lazy, we pulled the sheets up then called, "Enter!" In walked my mother.
"You're late for breakfast," she informed us. Trying to look everywhere but at us. "Do I want to know?" She met our eyes.
I smirked at Dimitri. He groaned and hid in the crook of my of my neck.
"Trialling out one of my birthday presents. And making the person responsible pay."
"Roza!" whined Dimitri. "You're mother does not need to know that."
"Get dressed and get to breakfast lovebirds!" awkwardly ordered my mother. Promptly turning on her heel, heading for the hills. Not that she was allowed to get past the doorway to the lobby. Helpfully, she'd shut the door after her.