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Chapter 6b

Author Notes:

Mature content in this section.  Enjoy responsibly, but it can be skipped without missing the story.

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Before I realized it, I'd looked up at the clock and it said 12:10. I frowned. That must mean he wouldn't be able to come tonight.

I shut off the desk lamp, tied off the robe, and crawled into the bed, covered myself with the blanket, and rolled over, preparing to go to sleep.

There was a knock at the door!

I hastily pulled back the blanket, untied the robe, and walked over to the door. Holding the robe closed with one hand and the door in the other, I cracked the door just wide enough for my face and peered out into the hallway. Dimitri was smiling back at me. It was that genuine smile of his that I so rarely saw, that I loved so much. I opened the door and whispered, "Come on in."

He walked into my room, I closed and locked the door, and I stopped holding the robe closed. Our lips met so quickly that he didn't have time to register that my robe was open - or what was (not) underneath it. The kiss was wonderful - soft and gentle and full of love. It felt so special and meaningful just to have him here. He kissed me like that for a few moments.

When his hand went to my waist and met bare skin, he let out a little startled gasp. He pulled slightly away from my lips and looked down. "Oh, Roza," Dimitri chuckled, as his hand immediately went to my bare breast, covering me with his palm. The skin-to-skin contact of his palm felt like fire on my skin, causing me to moan. Dimitri brought his mouth down to my neck as I struggled to stand on tip-toes to give him a better angle.

"As much as I really want to be with you right now," he whispered, so close to my ear that I could feel his tongue on my earlobe, "I'm not sure we have the time. I also actually did have something to talk to you about."

Despite his words, Dimitri didn't seem to be stopping. I was practically panting as I felt his thumb grazing my nipple over and over again. My arms were gripping his back so hard that I'm nearly sure I was leaving fingernail marks in his skin. He took his other hand and ran it around my back, inside my robe, pulling my body taut up against him, cupping and squeezing my ass.

From this distance, I could feel just how much he really wanted me. I was pretty ready to go, too. I wanted this. But ... he had a point. Breathlessly, I asked him, "Didn't you need to talk to me about something?"

"Der'mo," he exclaimed.

"Aren't you ever going to teach me what that means?" I pouted.

"No. I've already done enough to corrupt you," he joked, "Besides, you swear enough in English that you don't need to know how to do it in two languages."

"What did you want to talk about?"

"First," he said, dark eyes full of fire, "take your robe off and lay down on the bed."

I didn't question it, but Dimitri could see the questions in my eyes. "I should really only have five minutes, but I'm going to make it fifteen," he cocked an eyebrow as he said, "I'll write in my report that I found a couple undressing each other in one of the dorms." I giggled. "But, right now, I want to give you something to think about after I leave. God knows, you've already given me something to think about later."

I laid down on the bed, robe cast aside. Dimitri laid down beside me and kissed my lips deeply, running a hand through my hair. As I melted into the kiss, I lost everything else going on in the room, thinking of nothing else besides his lips, our breathing, and the utter bliss of this moment, caught completely unaware when his hand slid in-between my thighs, resting at their apex, and sliding into my center. Dimitri began kissing down my jaw, to the valley between my breasts. Dimitri began rubbing small circles at the bundle of nerves with his thumb, sliding another finger inside. "My beautiful Roza, I love you so much. Khochu zanyat'sya s toboy lyubov'yu tak sil'no," he said, as his mouth moved to one of my nipples.