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Chapter 3a - Coming to Terms

Author's Notes:

This chapter begins with the first of our mature content right off the bat.  You can pretty much read the first ten or so paragraphs and then skip to the last few paragraphs in Chapter 3a if you don't want to read that stuff.

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The dream started out the same as it always did, except for a nagging feeling I just couldn't shake in the back of my mind.

There I was in my black dress, heading up to the staff wing of the dorms. I didn't know how, but I was drawn to that door and began to hit it over and over again.

There he was, opening the door, shirtless and amazing, in his pajama pants, with his hair slightly damp. He looked good. He smelled good. Oh, how I wanted to touch him.

"Let me in," I said, "It's Lissa." He opened the door and let me in.

I knew it wouldn't work because I had tried so many times before, but I leaned in to kiss his beautiful chest, as he ducked backwards away from me.

"Are you drunk?" he asked me. It all seemed so repetitive.  Tedious. I just wanted to get past this part of the dream.

"Don't I wish. I thought you wanted to - don't you think I'm pretty?" I asked.

"Rose, I don't know what's going on, but you need to go back to your room."

I moved towards Dimitri and he grabbed my wrists, igniting that flame in his eyes. He moved his hands to my arms, pulled me to him, leaned in, and kissed me for the first time, feeling that soft warmness of his lips meeting mine, for just an instant.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" I asked again.

Dimitri looked in my eyes and said, "I think you're beautiful."

A thrill washed over me. I could hardly believe his words. "Beautiful?"

"You are so beautiful it hurts me sometimes."

His lips came back to kiss me again, removing that black dress, as he had done in my dreams so many times before, in one smooth movement.

"You got rid of that dress fast. I thought you liked it?"

"I do like it. I love it."

Dimitri's lips returned to mine as his arms circled my bare waist. I felt his hands on my spine pulling my body flush against his. The feeling of his chest muscles against my stomach, skin to skin, was so astounding that I gasped.

He backed away just enough to see my face and ask, "Are you okay?" It was barely a whisper from how close he was. Just hearing his sexy voice like this and feeling so close to him was so incredible.

"Yes," I could barely find my voice, "Very much so." I leaned back in to continue kissing him. Dimitri carried me over to the bed and laid me down, all without breaking that wonderful kiss. I felt his hands moving up to the middle of my back and unfastening the strapless bra I was wearing. I let out a breath I didn't even know I'd been holding when he slid it off of me and it dropped to the bed. As he leaned back to look at me, I had a moment of nervousness. It was the first time - the only time - a man had seen me topless. My nerves were rewarded by the look of utter entrancement he gave me as he looked down.

Dimitri wrapped one hand in my hair at the base of my neck and leaned back in to kiss first my ear, then my neck. As I felt his hand gliding from where it had been on the side of my hip up to my stomach, I heard him murmuring my name in Russian over and over again, warmth and electricity coursing all over my body.

His hand and lips began to move towards each other. I was nearly panting as his fingers made contact with the underside of my breast, but even more so when his lips started working their way towards my nipple. As his lips drifted up onto the softer, pinker skin, he parted them, letting his tongue trail across me, and I couldn't help but let out a moan. When he heard my moan, Dimitri looked up at me and smirked, like I had just earned some kind of reward, then took my whole nipple into his mouth and sucked gently, causing a shiver to pass up my entire body and making me moan again, much louder than the first.

"Oh, Dimitri," I moaned, feeling his mouth licking and teasing at me. The whole time, I couldn't stop letting my hands explore his back and chest. His skin felt so warm and smooth, his muscles so strong.

After a few moments of making me moan like that, he moved his fingers on his right hand to my nipple, rubbing and gently squeezing, and began trailing kisses back up to my mouth. As his lips met mine, I greedily took him in, drinking in his kiss as deeply as I could. In between kisses, he would say my name again and again.

Before I even realized what was happening, both hands had slid down to my hips and inside the waistband of my panties. Dimitri leaned back again, a question in his eyes. I smiled, not needing words to tell him the answer was yes. "Roza," he murmured again, leaning in to kiss my neck and earlobe, "Oh Roza." Every time he said my name, everything just increased. I wanted him so, so badly. His hands continued, sliding my panties down my thighs, around my calves and ankles, and then tossing them off onto the floor.

I was breathless as I laid there naked beneath him. He admired me for another moment, then leaned back in to kiss me. As the kiss resumed, Dimitri captured my breast in one hand as his fingers of the other slowly snaked their way up my inner thigh. As his fingers grazed against my folds for the first time, I let out a loud, excited moan. To my surprise, he did, too.

Though he kept his pajama pants on, I could feel the heat of him beside me, the hardness. I could feel how much he wanted me, too.

He slowly let a finger slide against my opening, just for a moment, and then edged slightly inside. I let out another moan, unable to hold back now. "Oh, Dimitri!" I cried.

Dimitri rolled both of our bodies over and I found myself on top of him. I saw the six molnija marks, touched the back of his neck, and asked the question I knew I would ask, "Did you really kill six Strigoi?" His nod was the same as always. "Wow," came my response, still amazed, but I had heard this part in the same dreams so many times before that I wanted to be past this part of the conversation.

His lips grazed my neck in a way that felt almost electric, running his fingers against my opening again, which felt even more electric. "Don't worry. You'll have a lot more than me someday."

"Do you feel guilty about it?"

"Hmm?"

"Killing them. You said in the van that it was the right thing to do, but it still bothers you. It's why you go to church, isn't it? I see you there, but you aren't really into the services."

He smiled that smile again. "How do you know these things? I'm not guilty exactly...just sad sometimes. All of them used to be human or dhampir or Moroi. It's a waste, that's all, but as I said before, it's something I have to do. Something we all have to do. Sometimes it bothers me, and the chapel is a good place to think about those kinds of things. Sometimes I find peace there, but not often. I find more peace with you."

He rolled me off of him and moved on top of me again. The kissing picked up once more, harder this time. More urgent. Fingers probing more deeply between my legs. Oh God, I thought. I'm finally going to do it. This is it. I can feel it.

He must have seen the decision in my eyes. Here it was. Smiling, he slid his hands behind my neck and unfastened Victor's necklace.

"Stop!" I cried, half-way between a sob and a scream, knowing what would otherwise come next, "Don't take the necklace off! Please!"

Dimitri's gaze met my own, an irritated question in his eyes. "And why not?" he asked.

"Because you won't want me anymore. Just, please, please, stay with me. Leave it on. Please," Okay, that one was definitely more of a sob than a scream. A tear leaked out of the corner of my eye. "Please. I'm in love with you."

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