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Part 2

"Hmm…"

Rose was awakened in a way that she could only describe as absolute bliss. She was lying in the same almost-fetal position she had been last night, with Dimitri curled up against her back. Her head was nestled nicely on his bicep – which she was certain was probably numb from lack of blood flow, while his other arm was wrapped loosely around her, their fingers meshed together as at some point, their hands had intertwined during the night.

She sank back further into his chest, causing him to stir and wrap one leg over hers. She smiled, her eyes still closed, as Dimitri's lips began making patterns around her neck and bare shoulder.

"Morning, comrade," she mumbled contently as his lips found her ear and sucked gently. The action itself caused her memory to shoot back to the previous night, where she had sucked on his ear and things had escalated from there…

At that thought, she manoeuvred herself so that she was now facing him, and yet still in the same warm embrace.

"Morning, Roza," he mumbled back, burying his face into her neck. She stretched to give him easier access to her skin, accidently rubbing her naked body against him, eliciting a groan from deep within Dimitri's chest. He clear his throat and took a deep breath, then finally, he leaned back to look into her eyes. There was an unspoken tension building between them.

"Do you have guard duty today?"

"No," Rose replied quickly. "Do you have to get back to Jill?"

"No."

A few moments passed where they did or said nothing, only gazed at each other. The electricity between them was so intense that Rose could feel it physically radiating between them. She waited impatiently, expecting him to jump on top of her at any moment…

But he didn't. He simply watched her closely, as if studying ever miniscule detail of her face; details he had long since memorised and thought about. The heat was becoming unbearable. The electricity too powerful. He continued to gauge her reaction calmly. Looking into his eyes however, Rose knew he was anything but calm. A fire burned within them, only getting hotter and hotter with each passing minute. Exactly like the fire within her.

The question was: Who would snap first?

Rose did. Her patience snapped suddenly, and she found herself straddling his strong thighs, tense from the sudden movement. Her lips attacked his frantically, not giving him a fair chance to grow accustomed to her body weight. Although, impressively, he took it in his stride – lifting himself – and ergo, her – until they were in a sitting position.

"Hmm…" he moaned softly against her lips, which had calmed their vicious attack...for now, anyway. Dimitri seemed pretty content to stay at this pace, but Rose was feeling an irrepressible urge to attack him once again. Seemingly, Dimitri could sense this and focused his attention on her hands, which he pinned down to her sides. She growled at the restriction. At this point, each and every thought whirling around in her mind was laced with some dirty notion. All of which involved using her hands and so, she yanked them free and shoved her boyfriend back down against the pillows.

He raised an eyebrow. "It's Valentine's Day," he said diplomatically. "I thought you would've wanted to take it slow."

She was shaking her head before he had even finished his sentence.

"Actually comrade, yesterday was Valentine's Day…and we did take it slow. But February 15 th is a whole other day…" she leaned down close, simultaneously succeeding in getting close to his ear and rubbing their lower halves together. "…and I don't want it slow…"

Thankfully, he didn't need much more convincing. If any.

Their lips fused once more, this time not breaking. It was as if the other was the only source of water in a hot desert. Rose clung to him, pulling and yanking at his hair and skin as she desperately tried to relieve the tension building with in both of them. Usually, they both had their turn at being in control – after all, they were a couple of the twenty first century. But on this particular occasion, they fought for it, both stubborn enough to not stop until they got it.

On and on it went, until their ferocious making out began to lose energy…and that was the last thing Rose wanted. She did something then that she never thought she'd ever do.

She backed down.

Dimitri let out a growl of victory and flung her back against the covers, making her both giggle in delight and moan at his possessiveness. Despite their roughness, he moved downwards and pressed a tender kiss on her cheek – his way of letting her know he wouldn't get carried away and hurt her in some way. She didn't need that reassurance, already having complete and utter trust in him – but she appreciated the gesture all the same.

The pace picked up once again, and Rose had to admit, she enjoyed her rough morning sex. They didn't get nearly enough of it, considering one or both of them usually had to work.

"You're showers working, right?" she asked once they had finished and she had gotten her breath back. He nodded and looked sideways at her. "Come on, then…"

He followed her more than willingly into his marginally cramped bathroom, where Rose was in front of the mirror, her fingers brushing over the thin pink scar that marked her chest.

The friskiness of the morning died down as Dimitri watched her saddened face. He moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her strong body.

"What's the matter, Roza?" he whispered and placed a kiss at the side of her neck. She refused to look at him; her eyes only having time for the tiny imperfection that had materialised on her chest as a result of an almost-fatal gunshot wound a couple of years before.

"It's so ugly…" she murmured, trying to hide it with her hand. Instinctively, Dimitri's moved up and covered hers, gently coaxing it out of the way. "This is only the start, isn't it? One day, I'm going to be covered in scars and permanent marks from fights and battles like the other female guardians…one day, I won't be pretty."

At that, Dimitri spun her around to face him, ensuring she was looking into his unflinching eyes.

"Roza, you will always be pretty. These tiny marks," his fingers glided gently over the faded pink scar, making goose bumps arise on her silky skin. "…only make you more beautiful to me. They tell tales of your hardships – the battles you've gone through and come out of victorious, the difficulties you've suffered through and overcome the loved ones you've both gained and lost. They are anything but ugly. They're beautiful." She smiled gratefully at him and took his hand in hers, guiding him towards the shower where they quickly rinsed off. She didn't need to say anything, knowing the gratitude was evident in her eyes.

They didn't stay long at Dimitri's apartment after that as apparently, Dimitri had reservations for them to eat later on in a restaurant and Rose wanted to go back to the apartment she shared with Mia to freshen up. They were almost there when a thought suddenly occurred to Rose.

"Shit," she brought both hands up to her mouth, effectively breaking their hand holding. "Mia! I left her passed out drunk last night!" After a moment, she relaxed, remembering that Lissa probably returned after a couple of hours and put her friend safely to bed. If there had been a problem, surely Lissa would have called her. She returned her hand to Dimitri's, feeling warm again as they strolled back to her place. Despite it being over, there was still the air of love floating around in the atmosphere that only really came with Valentine's Day. Or maybe it was just them, she couldn't be sure. It was same feeling she felt around him as usual – only intensified. Perhaps it was because he had been away, and she had missed him dearly…or maybe it really was Cupid, firing his arrow at every smitten couple and making just that much more besotted with each other.

"So what exactly are we doing on this date you have all planned out?" she asked him, swinging their hands and grinning when he sent her a secretive smile.

"Guardian secrets," he replied simply, obviously not planning on elaborating. "You'll have to wait and see."

"Fine," she grumbled back, fishing in her pocket for the key of the apartment. "But just so I know: casual or dressy?" His face clouded with a thoughtful expression as he contemplated her question.

"Dressy," he said finally. "Think of this as our Valentine's date, considering my plane didn't get in until late last night and we didn't really get to celebrate."

"I beg to differ," She murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck. He chuckled and kissed her back, both of their minds focused on last night as he reached behind her and open the apartment door.

"Where the hell have you be- Oh…" Dimitri and Rose broke apart and she turned, expecting to see an angry Mia. What she found however, was a surprised Mia and a worried Lissa.

"Thank god," Lissa quickly moved forward and hugged her. "We didn't know where you were and Mia said you've been gone all night. You wouldn't answer your cell." Rose patted her pocket to check for her phone – which she then realised was glaringly absent.

"Sorry, I must've left it behind me last night; I didn't mean to worry you," She apologised, looking from Lissa to Mia, who was looking pissed off again.

"You could've just left me a note or something! I've been worried sick ever since I woke up!" Mia exclaimed in annoyance.

"Which was when? Half an hour ago?" Rose guessed. "I'm sorry, but let's face it – even if I had told you, you were too drunk to remember. Dimitri came by and surprised me so we went out."

"You could've called," Mia mumbled back, her anger dying.

"I didn't have my cell…and I didn't think to. Sorry Mia."

"It's okay," she replied, giving in. Rose sighed in relief – an angry Mia was most definitely not a happy Mia. "I didn't know you were planning on coming back, Dimitri."

"Not for long," he answered, looking relieved there hadn't been a girl fight – he probably would have blamed himself even if there had been. "I'm just here until tomorrow, and then I fly back to Palm Springs."

Lissa looked like she was about to swoon. "You flew back to spend Valentine's Day with Rose? That's so sweet."

"Well, actually, he flew back to spend Valentine's night with me," Rose informed her with a wink. "We're celebrating Valentine's today instead."

"Good idea," Mia said, munching on a carrot stick. "Less people out and not as hard to get reservations. I like you're thinking, Belikov." He just smiled in response.

"We should do this every year," Rose commented once they were seated in their table for two. It was small and near the back – cosy and private at the same time, which suited them both perfectly. Rose glanced around at the quiet restaurant; it wasn't empty – it was a Saturday evening after all – but it wasn't overly busy like the previous night surely would have been. "Celebrate Valentine's Day on the fifteenth instead."

"It could be like a 'thing' we do," Dimitri guessed her train of thought. She nodded.

"Exactly…" Rose reached over and covered his hand with hers, a silly smile on her face. "Oh my god, we have a 'thing'…we really are a couple…"

This caused him to laugh that beautiful laugh that made her knees weak and her hands tremble. "You're only just realising that now?"

"Well, no, but I mean, it's totally and completely official when we suddenly have 'things' we do." He chuckled again and straightened his tie. Dimitri was one of those people that could stretch and signal for the cheque at the same time – all the while looking utterly graceful. Which is exactly what he did.

"Want to take a walk?" Rose agreed and let him take her hand. They weren't even outside a minute when Dimitri pulled off his jacket and wrapped it over her shoulders, insisting that it was too cold for her to have nothing on but her new red dress.

She leaned into him as they wandered through the back parts of the grounds; they were still safe, yet much quieter. With his arm resting around her, Rose felt content, although her happiness was tinged with sadness, knowing that she would have to say goodbye to him again tomorrow for god only knows how long.

"Where are we going?" She asked, suddenly realising they had taken a detour and were heading into an area of Court she had never been in.

"You'll see," Rose glanced up at him in confusion. "Close your eyes."

"Why do I have to-"

"Please." He cut her off. "I'll tell you when you can open them." She rolled her eyes but nonetheless complied with his request. His hands rested gently but firmly on her shoulders as he guided her on. After about a minute, he stopped her.

"Okay, and…open."

She did.

There were no words to describe the scene that surrounded her. It was…beautiful.

Dimitri had led her to one of the rose gardens at the furthest part of Court. Trees, vines, flowers and buds were everywhere, and on them all, tiny little white fairy lights, sparkling like the twinkling stars above them in the night sky.

"Wow," Rose breathed, taking in sheer magnificence of it all. "Dimitri, this is just-" She turned around to face him and froze.

For when she turned around, she found a sight much more brilliant than any of the lights or blooming flowers around her.

Dimitri, her comrade, was on one knee in front of her. And in his hand, was a small black velvet box containing a stunning white gold engagement ring, complete with three diamonds.

He opened his mouth to speak, more than likely to give her some speech to convince her why she should say yes to him…but Rose didn't need persuading. She ran at him before he could say anything, and they fell to the ground in a heap. Rose kissed his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, and any other part of his skin she could…and finally, his lips.

"Yes," she murmured, just as Dimitri was coming out of the shock to being attacked.

"Aren't you supposed to wait until I've asked you to answer?" He smiled, his eyes alight with joy. She sat back and gazed into his eyes with intensity.

"Ask me then."

Dimitri's eyes became determined as he gazed back at her.

"Roza," he began, lifting the ring back up. Her eyes darted towards it, unable to look away. It was perfect. "Will you do me the absolute honour of becoming my wife?"

She grinned broadly as tears clouded her eyes.

"Yes."