Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy or anything surrounding it (but I do own this plot :D)

RPOV

We did end up watching a movie. It was called Red River and it wasn't half bad. Sure, technology had advanced since its release in 1948, but I wasn't really too fussed. It was an exhilarating tale that all started with avenging a lost love. The thought of losing my love was one I was not going to even dwell upon and I snuggled closer to said love's body as if convincing myself of this fact.

Dimitri welcomed my tighter embrace and snaked his muscular hand round my body so that his hand rested on my hip. I tried to regain my focus on the film but it was proving quite the challenge. As if reading my mind, Dimitri chuckled softly and pressed his lip to my head which led me to close my eyes and further relish the sensation.

As the credits slowly rolled onto the screen I jumped up, which surprised Dimitri a little, and grinned deviously.

"So…" I began, "You ready for part three?" I said excitedly.

"Is it still even my birthday?" he questioned lightly as he popped the DVD back in its case.

"It is 11:43 which means there are seventeen minutes left of your birthday, and I plan on using all of them," I said with a sharp nod.

"What on earth for?" he asked, rather naively.

"Well, I could strip you down to your birthday suit, plus Stetson, and have my way with you…" I suggested hopefully which earned me a condemning look. "Your loss," I shrugged and he raised an eyebrow which I took as an opportunity to continue, "as much as I would like to show you that way," I winked, "I have other ways to show my awesomeness."

A smile slowly crept its way across his face however was quickly replaced by a stern frown when he saw the blindfold.

"Do you not trust me, comrade?" I sighed in mock outrage; I really could never be properly mad at him.

"With my life Roza," he replied softly but without hesitation. He then let me cut off his sight. I secured the blindfold firmly over his beautiful eyes and gave him the finger to check if he could see. Hearing no scolding or, indeed, any signs of a reaction, I determined that he couldn't see and then took his hand in my own.

"As you may or may not have worked out," I began, leading him through his dorm, "I might have, minorly, interrogated Alberta into giving me the date of your birth and was rather shocked to find I only had three days to sort something absolutely, jaw-dropping, mind-blowing, sock-removing brilliant out. Thanks for that one by the way." I said sarcastically.

"Anytime, my love"

"Anyway, I decided I wanted to give you something that would complete you and thus, the Stetson." I patted the hat and he just shook his head. "But, I also wanted to give you something that would make you feel at peace so…" I lingered, walking around so I was behind him and running my hands up his arms to reach the blindfold. "…и здес," I said in my best rehearsed Russian accent whilst removing his blindfold. I honestly never thought I would live to hear the day Dimitri Belikov gasped but fate had other ideas.

I had tried – and mostly failed but it is the thought that counts…right? – to replicate something very close to Dimitri's heart.

For some unknown reason to human, Moroi, and indeed, any kind: I realized not too long ago that I could paint. This was, technically, discovered, by Lissa, when we were in Portland. Lissa had insisted we take an Art Class as, and I quote, "There is a guy who is fit as hell and totally has a crush on you so you absolutely must go." To be fair, Caleb was pretty darn good-looking but I did not pursue and ended up with someone much better who even endured the wearing of a Stetson for me.

That someone now stood completely awed at the piece of artwork before him. I had painted a dusty, blonde-haired, and deep blue-eyed Moroi that I had copied from a picture found in Dimitri's room on one of the many occasions I had broken in here. I had painted Ivan.

Dimitri opened his mouth to say something but then promptly snapped it shut and swallowed. I wrapped my arms, from where I stood behind him, around his defined abs and rose to my tip-toes to whisper into his hair:

"Happy Birthday comrade." I brushed some of his long hair out of the way so I could attack his strong neck with my lips. As if the painting had not existed, Dimitri turned in my hold and pushed me to the wall, seducing me with his mouth.

"Roza, I cannot begin to express how much I cherish you." He said, resting his forehead to mine and I smiled wholly back in response.

"The feeling is mutual." I breathed and he took my lips within his own in seconds. After a delightfully heavy make-out session, he decided the wall wasn't comfortable enough for me so carried me, bridal style, back to his bed and gently laid me down on the sheets: which, might I just take the time to point out, were still covered in rice.

This did not seem to bother my Russian God as he lay down beside me and brought me close to his body. "Stay with me." He pleaded and who was I to deny those brown eyes?

"I'm not going anywhere," I said and Dimitri smiled pulling me under the rice-covered sheets and pulled my head down to his chest where I heard his steady heart-beat.

I heard a click echo in the room signaling the calendar had switched days. I looked up at my Dimitri and gently removed the Stetson he had been subdued to all day. He gave me one of the most adoring smiles I had ever received and as we lay together, me wrapped in his protective arms, I felt something I had never once contemplated feeling…

I felt complete.

Fine.