Something More…

Summary…

Set after Frostbite. Dimitri has left to guard Tasha and Rose has agreed to start training with Christian. She's heartbroken, will someone step up to make her feel better?

"Come on, Christian!" I encouraged him, as he threw another punch in my direction.

"I'm trying." He grunted, as I landed a blow to his shoulder.

I had been training Christian for a couple of weeks now. He had begged me to help him after the incident at Spokane, until I finally agreed. I had been reluctant, but I still believed Moroi should be given the opportunity to fight if they were willing. I had run it past Kirova, who had given me the go ahead.

We now trained in the times when Dimitri used to train me: it helped me by keeping me active and it was definitely helping Christian. I sighed mentally as I thought about Dimitri. He had left me to take up Tasha's offer just after Spokane. That had been just over three weeks ago and although I could pretend it everything was normal in front of people, I was still struggling with it whenever I gave myself the time to think about it.

Christian and I had built up an almost friendship over our training sessions, though it remained sarcastic and bitter, as was true to our natures. It couldn't deny that he was a nice guy, we'd gained mutual respect for each other now, but he still annoyed the hell out of me. He and Lissa were still going strong, despite the odd argument over nothing now and then and I resented them for it even more now Dimitri was gone, though I never let on.

I knew I'd become more introverted and quiet since Dimitri left, but only Christian had picked up on it, mainly because he was the main person who saw me by myself now. He had once questioned me about it, but I said it was just after Mason's death, nothing more. He had let it drop, it was a completely understandable reason, of course, and was in fact part of the reason for my change in attitude, but I could tell it still bothered him.

"You know you can hit me better than that." I whined. "Hit me." I said, waggling my body in front of him: an automatic movement reminiscent of my training sessions with Dimitri. Although I almost flushed in embarrassment when I realised I'd in fact done it in Christian, some of my confidence was restored when I noticed his eyes widen slightly.

I taunted him slightly, while he continued to lunge at me unsuccessfully – I knew aggravating him would improve his skills: he was an incredibly emotion based fighter. Just as I stuck my tongue out at him, he finally hit the mark and managed to pull me down to the floor, straddling and successfully pinning me. He held my hands above my head as we both panted heavily. We had been working out for around about an hour now, so we were both sweaty and out of breath.

Whilst I tried to catch my breath, I found myself studying Christian's normally pale face, who's cheeks were flushed. It was the first time Christian had managed to pin me and therefore the first time we'd ever been this close. It was the first time I'd been this close to someone since Dimitri had left and despite knowing it was wrong, I found myself wishing that Christian would close the distance even further.

There was just something about the way in which he was holding me down, pressing his weight up against me, that was arousing.

I had always known Christian was hot, there was no denying it, no matter how much I wanted to sometimes, but I had never really thought about him in a sexual way: I'd been too consumed by Dimitri to notice anyone else in that way. However, right now, with him straddling me, I did think about him in that way.

Christian hadn't moved off me yet, and was gazing intently at me. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was having the same thought process as me. He leaned in ever so slightly, pushing himself further into my lap and putting more pressure on my wrists which he was holding above my head. He could tell by the fact I wasn't fighting back that we weren't about to start sparring again anytime soon.

He was almost centimetres from my face now, but neither of us had pulled back. My heart was beating rapidly as I imagined what it would be like to kiss him. Lust showed clearly in his eyes, as he moved his hips ever so slightly against my own. It caused an instant reaction, as I bit my lip to hold in the soft moan that wanted to escape. It wasn't hard to ignore the nagging in the back of my head that I should be thinking about my best friend as the lust coursed through me, as powerful as ever. I didn't want to think about anything other than how much I wanted the man currently on top of me.

Christian noticed the reaction he'd caused, and I felt his hardness growing against me. His whole body was pressed up against mine, and without hesitation I confirmed what I wanted by rubbing my breasts roughly against his chest. He groaned slightly, then lowered his lips to mine roughly.

His kiss was heated and passionate as his lips moved in sync with mine as all outside thoughts were eradicated completely. We continued to rub our bodies against each other, moaning rather loudly to say we were both in the gym.

His hands travelled up and down my sides, while mine twisted themselves into his black hair. He pulled away and lifted me up, showing strength I hadn't seen in his practices, before pushing me hard against the wall. A loud moan escaped my mouth as Christian pressed up against me, as close as he could get.

Hitching my leg up, my centre was pressed savagely against his throbbing erection. I gasped, never knowing we could get this kind of response out of each other and Christian took the opportunity to pay my neck some attention, sucking and nipping and causing my hands to tighten in his hair almost painfully. My other leg joined the first, as I rocked my hips roughly against his. Each time I did, his grip on me tightened.

We locked lips again, opening our mouths and tangling out tongues. The heat between us was amazing. I never thought I would want to feel like this with anyone apart from Dimitri, but this was incredible and Dimitri was the last person on my mind as all things Christian filled my brain.

I began to drag Christian slightly. He looked confused until I stopped. My back was now pressing against the door of the storeroom. Realisation dawned on his face, and he began fiddling with the door knob. After a few seconds, it opened unexpectedly and we both crashed down onto some spare mats on the other side of the door.

Christian kicked the door closed with his feet, not moving his weight off me. He pulled my top up and over my head, kissing, nipping and biting softly over my skin. Arching my back at the pleasure he was making me feel, I felt moisture pool between my legs. He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, allowing it to fall to the floor beside me.

He moved his lips to my breast, paying it the same attention he had to the rest of my skin. Suddenly, he bit down gently on my nipple. It sent a wave of pleasure through me. "Christian." I cried out in a breathy moan.

He smirked against my breast, as I moved my hands, tugging his shirt up and over his head. I raked my nails down his chest, trying my best not to leave marks, but being turned on even more by the red trails I left on his skin. He moaned gently at the feeling of pain turning to pleasure.

Slowly, he pulled down the short shorts I had been wearing. I was just left in my little panties now, which were dripping wet as I bucked against him.

He shifted his hand until it was dangerously close to my centre. Edging my panties to the side, he rubbed me gently. I dug my nails even harder into his back as he pushed a finger into me.

Moaning in excitement, he pushed another one in, increasing the pace. My eyes slipped shut and I found myself clinging onto anything I could grab as I threw my head back, writhing against Christian. I cried out as my orgasm rocked through my body, needing him inside me more than I thought possible.

Once I had recovered and begun to breath slightly more normal, which was hard considering how aroused I still was, I decided it was Christian's turn. I ran my hands seductively down his body, stopping when I reached his trousers.

Painfully slowly, I unzipped his pants, peeling them off his legs. I was left looking at his boxers which were restraining his erection. I brought them down, and his hardness broke free.

I grabbed him suddenly, causing him to gasp. Moving my hand up and down his length, he buried his face into my neck, alternating between gasping and biting. "Rose. Oh my God Rose."

I could see he was about to find his release, so I stopped abruptly. Panting, he looked down, to see what my problem was.

I crawled back over him, showing what I wanted by rocking my hips up against his. He pushed me away for a moment, leaning over to grab a condom from his trouser pocket. After slipping it on, he grabbed my hips roughly.

He checked, to make sure I was ready, before pulling me over his cock. I'd had a slight moment of hesitation as I'd hovered above me and I did feel pain as he penetrated me, hard and deep, but it soon turned to unfathomable pleasure. He obviously had no idea it was my first time, but I was glad he didn't, I didn't want him to be cautious with me. This was perfect.

His fingers bit into my hips as he pulled and pushed me over his length. I moaned as I rubbed my hands over his muscles. Although he was still relatively thin compared to the dhampirs, Christian was beginning to develop a toned body from the weight training we did and I appreciated it with my hands and mouth.

We continued moving with each other, until Christian found his release, collapsing on top of me, breathing hard. Neither of us spoke, we were too busy trying to catch our breath.

Suddenly, there was a noise outside and I heard the other novices piling into the gym. I had totally forgotten there was a lesson after our morning practice. Christian also heard it and jumped up as we both rushed around trying to find our clothes and sort our appearances out.

Once we were fully dressed and had attempted to make ourselves look presentable, we left the store room. Only a couple of people were in, so nobody stopped to talk to us and we exited the gym in silence, barely glancing at each other.

I coughed awkwardly when we were by ourselves and scratched the back of my head. "So, um-" I wasn't sure how to even finish the sentence. Shame was instantly upon me and I could tell my Christian's face he felt it too. Now that the moment was over, all that was left was guilt. "I guess we'll talk later." And then I fled down the corridor and back to my room; I needed to get changed quickly before classes started.

While I walked, I thought. I couldn't believe what I had just done.

Something I wrote about 4 years ago I just dug up and edited a tad. Still deciding whether to make this more than a one-shot or not!