145Edited 15/06/17
I don't own any detail of VA or BL!
A/N:
Rose and Dimitri have been best friends since they were kids. Dimitri has always had deep feelings for Rose. Unexpectedly, one night Rose turns up at Dimitri's doorstep, crying, after finding her boyfriend cheating on her. One night of passion leaves them both a little surprise. Now, juggling their work responsibilities; dealing with new arrivals. What will happen in the end? All human.
Background information:
Natalie is not Victor's daughter.
Jill and Lissa are full sisters.
Rose: 21.
Dimitri, Ivan: 23.
Now on with the story!
Chapter One,
25th October 2014,
Heart By Heart.
Dimitri.
"Oh, I am very weary,
Through tears no longer flow;
My eyes are tired of weeping,
My heart is sick of woe."—Anne Brontë.
Heart-By-Heart.
"I always heard there were three kinds of suns in Kansas, sunshine, sunflowers, and sons-of-bitches, "Clint Eastwood's character said, in "The Outlaw Josey Wales Western movie", blasting through my surround sound speakers.
Slouching down comfortably on my chocolate coloured leather 'L' shaped sofa, thoroughly engrossed watching the Western film; I had a cup of hot chocolate in my hands; just my style unlike the majority of the male population on a Saturday night.
However, my mind drifted on to thoughts containing my beautiful Roza; what her reaction would be towards me for watching one of these, "God, awful Western movies".
I almost vocalised my amusement; instantly I regretted it. I started wishing Roza was here with me instead of most likely sat at home, with her high school sweetheart, Adrian Ivashkov.
They've dated roughly around five-dreadful-years now. I've loathed the guy since day one, from the moment I ever laid upon him, when she introduced me to him. Adrian's much too arrogant, boastful for my liking/approval.
Nevertheless, I never interfered with their relationship; I'd put my personal feelings aside for the sake of her happiness.
Seeing them together, every time without a doubt, felt like an icy dagger to the heart - then only to be ripped out, like pulling off a plaster off a healing wound.
However, I've never confessed my feelings to her: It's my greatest sin, loving her, wishing she's mine while she's with another man.
All our friends said that I should have confessed my deep feelings for her years ago, but I couldn't seem to find the correct wording to describe the true extent of my affection for her.
My heart would start racing at tremendous speeds. My mind would turn into an endless cluttered mess, rendering me speechless, breathless, and frozen. Meaning: I've never approached the subject to Roza.
Roza deserved to have the world swooning at her feet. I've never wanted to endanger our friendship, which I value more than life itself! I treasure my close knit bond with Roza like an exotic, exquisite, priceless jewel. I couldn't risk losing Roza from my life; I needed her as much as I needed air to breathe.
Suddenly, a knock on my penthouse apartment door interrupted me from my inner turmoil.
Momentarily, I stared at my front door, located down the hallway from my open living room door, contemplating on whether or not I should answer it.
To my annoyance, the knocking continued, but much more frantically this time.
Who the hell is that?
Placing my mug down on the table, on the chocolate coloured oak table, I muted the film and made my way speedily down the hallway to my front door.
Unlocking the chain, swinging the door wide open, I found—much to my surprise—Roza standing there. Roza's glorious, almond coloured cheeks, now were stained thick, with a fresh batch of new tears. Her mesmerising dark brown eyes started glossing over again.
"Roza?"I exhaled, my voice laced thick with confusion. Astounded by the distraught look on her angelic face, which rendered me speechless. Rarely, did I ever witness this vulnerability from her - when I did, she always had a valid explanation behind it.
"He cheated on me, Comrade, "Roza whispered sombrely. My eyes widened in shock; I immediately pulled her into my embrace, almost smothering her to death against my chest.
Walking up both over to my living room, swiftly directing us to my leather sofa, after booting the front door shut with my left foot.
The paused Western movie on my TV, my cup of hot chocolate on my oak table all forgotten.
Sitting down, Roza began heavily, crying into my shoulder blade; I didn't care that my T-shirt was drowning in her tears. I continued holding her close in my embrace, whispering sweet nothings, in Russian (my native tongue) to her.
Thankfully, Roza can't speak Russian as I refused to teach her years ago - the only reason being, not enabling her to swear in another language. She swears like a sailor in both English and Turkish, never mind in an additional language!
I never suspected Adrian would fall to this level - something so beyond idiotic and selfish.
Furious an understatement of my resentment and anger towards him for hurting/betraying my Roza like this!
Adrian's going to rue the day he ever laid eyes upon Roza! Just wait until I get my hands on that... Shitbag!
Fortunately, after an agonising long hour, Roza's crying cease to exist, resting her head on my chest, I wrapped one of my arms around her curvy waist and continued whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
I gently kissed her temple in a comforting gesture repeatedly. My lips lingered near her temple; I tried fighting both the slight tingling sensation on my lips and the butterfly feeling brewing within my stomach: but it was no use.
"You know, "Roza sniffled, speaking for the first time in an hour. Her voice sounded raw and sombre. "I found him in our bedroom having sex with someone random girl."
I squeezed her closer to my embrace.
"I can't believe he would cheat on me - let alone in the comfort of our home!"Roza added in disbelief."I knew that we were starting to drift apart, but he could have had the balls to end things with me. Instead of going behind my back. You know, sleeping around with whores! I wouldn't have even minded..."
"I wish I could make it all better, Roza, "I whispered earnestly in my native tongue into her ear."I wish I could so badly; more than you'll ever know."
All of a sudden, Roza laughed humourlessly out of the blue. Her mesmerising dark eyes started drying up, with a tad of a smile playing across her lips.
I gave her a curious look.
"What's so amusing?"
Roza cranked her neck to look up at me.
"It's ironic, "Roza expressed. We locked gazes; I could swear I felt sparks flying between us. "Adrian always accused me of cheating on him with you. I guess it was just his guilty conscience talking."
My eyes widened in shock.
"What, with me?"I inquired, my voice sounding like a squeaky cartoon character.
"All the time. "Roza added. "He's always felt jealous of you! He even wanted me to cut ties with you."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing: Adrian grills Roza about the possibility of her cheating on him with me? Why would he or even have suspicions of that? I have never expressed my feelings about her whenever he's within 500-yard radius!
Roza wiggled gracefully out of my embrace, turning her head to the side to face me. She gave me a weak smile, placing her small palm on my shoulder.
Shivers run down my spine.
"You know what sounds good, right now?"Roza stated. I shook my head."A drink would be good. Maybe something strong like Russian vodka?—yes! Indeed, your Russian vodka would do the trick."
Chuckling lightly, I loved her enlightened mood.
Typical Roza.
"Do you honestly think that alcohol is the solution, Roza?"
She shrugged her shoulders.
"When hasn't alcohol solved any problems we've found ourselves in over the years?"
I sighed in defeat, knowing there was no point in answering her back.
Heart-By-Heart
"I should probably go now, Comrade, "Roza slurred after noticing the time on the metal clock, on my living room wall, and placing her shot of vodka down on the table.
We had been downing vodka shots by the gallon - most out of character for me. I've never been much of a heavy drinker. However, Roza needed to take her mind off things; I'm willing to accompany her.
Slamming down the shot of vodka on the table, I snapped my head towards her direction: the effects of the alcohol washing off.
"What!"I exclaimed."What do you mean?"
"It's getting pretty late, "Roza retorted, slurring some of her words. "I should probably try to talk to Adrian and take it from there."
No! There's no way I'm allowing her to go running back into the arms of the devil again! He's a bastard. He doesn't deserve her love and affections.
"You can't go back to him, Roza!"I cried, briskly.
She gave me a confused look, slurring her words a bit again, "What do you mean? Why not?"
"Because I love you more than he ever could!"I exclaimed, my voice thick with emotion.
Roza froze immediately; her eyes wide, nearly bulging from its' sockets while she stared blankly at me.
Time seemed to stop and cease to exist.
The air clotted thick with tension that you could have sliced with a knife. I could hear the faint, drizzling of the rain attacking the windows outside my apartment, due to the deafening silence lingering between us.
The living room walls seemed to cave in, making me realise how close Roza and I were sitting.
"What?"Roza whispered eventually, after a long agonising few moments of silence.
Sighing, I took a large swig of vodka before taking hold of the palms of her hands. I began tracing patterns on her luscious palms.
I could feel my heart beating; I took a few much needed deep, calming breaths, in and out, before daring to look up into her mesmerising big brown orbs that I love and adore.
"I am hopelessly, madly, and cataphatically in love with you, Roza. I have been since the moment I ever laid eyes on you, back when I was seven-years-old. I always had the intentions to confess my feelings to you. But, my shyness and unthinkable fear of losing you always washed away any ounce of courage I had to confess,"I blurted out, my voice sounded slightly slurred. I couldn't control the words as they flew so loosely out of my mouth. They seemed to slip out, almost naturally for me.
"Then you began dating, Adrian; I couldn't say anything, especially if they could jeopardise your relationship with her. You seemed to have a glowing aura following you when you were with him. I could never be the man that steals another man's girlfriend."
Roza stared at me momentarily, slowly letting my words sink in and digest.
Fear and dread plagued my body.
However, the second I was going to retract my words to save the last of our friendship, my greatest dream came true: she kissed me.
Roza had lunged forwards, crushing her soft lips upon mine. I immediately responded, intensifying the kiss as jolts of electricity shot throughout my entire system. She wrapped her arms around my neck, locking me in place, while I wrapped my muscular arms around her waist, pulling her onto my lap, straddling me.
The kiss was so full of lust, longing, and fiery passion. It felt incredible - almost euphoric, having Roza's lips upon mine, finally, after all, these years of dreaming and contemplating what it would feel.
I traced my tongue across her bottom lip. Roza opened her mouth to allow me entry.
Our tongues collided together in perfect rhythm, almost like a dance; neither one of us back down in the lead to dominance.
However, all too soon though for my appreciation, Roza pulled away from me, resting her forehead upon my own to catch our breaths.
"You don't know, "Roza whispered huskily, "how long I've waited to hear you say that."
"What?"I gasped.
"I love you too, Dimitri, "Roza confessed. "I always secretly have."
I pulled away slightly from her, looking directly into her eyes, searching for the evidence to her confession. After finding it: I grinned.
"You have?"I inquired joyously.
Roza rested her elbows on my shoulders, locking her hands together around my neck and played with the nape of my hair.
"Yes! But, I gave up waiting for you to return the same feeling for me. I decided to try to make myself love someone else: Adrian, "Roza replied."But, I couldn't let go of my feelings for you to love him completely. He would never be you. No matter how hard I tried; he just wasn't you, Comrade."
I humourlessly laughed."They were right; I should have told you sooner."
Roza gave me a confused look.
"Who's 'they'? Who was right?"Roza asked.
I brushed a strand of her hair away from her eyes, tucking it behind her ear.
I adore her luscious locks.
"Our friends: Christian, Ivan, Lissa, Mia, do I need to go on?"
"They knew about your feelings for me?"
"Yes..."
Roza nodded. "Same with me."
"I guess they all wanted us to find out on our own."
"I guess they did."
I chuckled lightly, with a grin now permanently plastered across my face. "Better late than ever, Roza."
Roza chuckled, nodding agreement.
Leaning forwards, I crushed my lips upon her again like earlier. Roza soon pulled away, though much to my dismay; I almost started pouted, but she looked me directly in the eyes.
"Show me how much you love me, Comrade, "Roza whispered.
Her voice sent cold shivers up and down my spine. My eyes darkened and filled immediately with lust; I wasted no time in following her orders and quickly carried her bridal style into my bedroom.
Heart-By-Heart
Slamming open my bedroom door, kicking it shut with my foot while carrying Roza in my arms. I gently dropped Roza down onto my bed, crawling, laying on top of her and began sucking on her neck, leaving a couple of love bites—claiming my territory.
Roza began pulling off my black shirt, briskly throwing it somewhere in my room. I then disposed of her shirt, throwing it in any direction; her jeans, socks, and shirt followed suit: I ensured that.
For the first time in years, I started to lose control. I immediately attacked her breasts, my mouth and tongue giving them the equal attention they deserved. I then started sucking on Roza's nipple through the fabric, her moaning—very vociferously may I add—arousing me more and more.
I groaned, with a husky growl beast sound from the back of my throat, as I could feel my manhood awakening downstairs. Roza noticed my situation and moved her hand down there. She began rubbing my manhood through the fabric of my jeans.
I placed kisses all around over her neck, mainly kissing underneath her ear, where I knew she seemed to like it most. Roza moaned while tugging on my hair with her free hand, pulling me closer towards her; I soon quickly realised that this was her weak spot.
I sucked harder underneath her ear, causing her start to lose control even more. I couldn't fight the smirked forming on my lips as she began digging her nails into my back.
I groaned and attacked her face with fiery hot kisses, moving down to her chest and back up again. Moving my lips up to earlobe, nibbling there while palming her breasts with both of my hands.
Roza moved one of her hands down, unzipping my jeans and pulled them down—with a little help me—before throwing them away. I reached underneath her and unhooked the clasps of her bra, freeing her breasts in one swift motion.
I pulled back, smirking in satisfaction, returning to paying attention to her breasts. She moved her hand to the waistband of my boxers; Roza's hand dipped inside. I quickly moved it, pinning it down above her head.
I pressed my lips against hers, soon moving back to her neck, down her body, and back up again. I felt jolts of electricity and fire with every kiss upon her.
Her moaning got louder and more frequent. I moved my lips back onto hers. Roza flipped us over, returning the favour as she left a trail of kisses down my chest.
Soon both our remaining pieces of underwear followed our clothes. I couldn't get over how beautiful and perfect her naked body looked. Everything about Roza is perfect. She's a goddess; a semi-desert, exotic, Goddess. She looked like Aphrodite. I couldn't believe somehow that this amazing woman loved me back.
I never wanted this to end! Gently, I ran my fingers through her luscious, long hair and moved to her entrance. I locked gazes with her, asking for permission. She nodded, crushing her lips against mine.
I lowered myself slowly, letting her adjust to my size before picking up my pace.
I hit cloud nine!
It didn't take long for us both to have each moaning—screaming—each other names out loud. It was a good job I live in a penthouse, that no one was within hearing range.
"Dimitri, you're a Russian God!"Roza slipped off her tongue frequently; my ego hit the roof at this point.
Roza made me feel like a real man.
After our release, I pulled out and laid down beside her, as we both tried to catch our breaths.
I turned my head to the side—as did Roza—grinning at one another, pulling Roza into my embrace. She rested her head on my bare chest while I wrapped my arms around her waist.
Leaning down to kiss her lips lovingly, I pulled away and gazed into her mesmerising eyes.
"I love you, Roza,"I exhaled.
She grinned, flashing me her man-eater of a smile.
"I love you too, Comrade."
Soon enough, we were both flat-out.