Title: C'mon, Rose, Give In!

Author: inako

Rating: M

Pairing: Roza&Dimitri

Warning: After Last Sacrifice. During winter. Dedicated to Kristina. Also, this story was re-posted – I fixed all the mistakes I could find.

Summary: Roza & Dimitri on their time-off and they happen to have a little bet. Guess what the winner gets? Not what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or Vampire Academy at all.

"Lissa!" I groaned and tried to wriggle free of her embrace, "I'm only gonna be missing you for, like, a week, I'm not gonna abandon you!" I shouldn't say that, because her grip even tightened.

"But you'll be gone anyway!" she exclaimed and I rolled my eyes. She was so exaggerating. I knew when I leave she'll be humping Christian in a minute. He'd graciously let Dimitri take time-off, just like Lissa'd done for me.

I sensed Sparkling behind us. "Good, Flame Of Fire, I bet I've never been so happy to see you, save me, I beg you!" I moaned against Lissa's shoulder. I felt her frown and relaxed her grip, while, of course, throwing an offended look on my face. I sighed and promised I'm gonna miss her. "Hey, Fire Tongue, take care of her!" I roared and elbowed him lightly. He pretended it hurt badly, but I already grabbed my luggage and staggered slowly to the car. Guess which one. Honda. Well, that brings memories back.

"Whoa, hello, Comrade," I greeted happily after tossed luggage thoughtlessly on the back seat, followed by my ass on the front one. "Roza," Dimitri greeted back and his eyes sparkled. His gaze immediately sent shivers down my spine and I barely managed to resist the urge to screw off the car and run into his embra- Wait. To run out of the car and screw him, that sounds way better.

"I see you still can't wean off that crappy music," I grumbled. 80s East Europe music and western novels. He, of course, completely ignored me. "Dimitri, turn this shit down!" I exclaimed painfully.

"Rose," he shook his head, "You really have to learn accepting differences." Shut up.

"Look, I love you, but I truthfully hate your Zen lessons. They're crap." He didn't answer, but I saw him smirking secretly, which made me stomach growl.

I was chewing over all the insults and curses about his taste of music, which, all of sudden, gave me the idea.

"Comrade," I said lovingly, "Comrade."

He looked shocked by sudden change in my voice, let alone mood. "Comrade," I repeated now quite fulsomely.

"What's on your mind, Rosie?"

Okay. I'll swallow that one.

"Ah, Comrade," I said gently and tickled his palm with my fingers, "I love you."

"Er… I love you too, now tell me what are you up to…?" he ordered in amused voice. Not amused for long, Dimitri.

"Teach me some Russian." Fulsomely.

He grew suspicious, of course. "What exactly?" he questioned.

I pretended to hesitate and started playing with his fingers, long, beautiful fingers. Focus, Rose.

"Cursi-"

"No." He replied before I even asked.

"Please. Please. Please?" I pressed small peck on his palm for each single word.

"Rose," he groaned and I noted his hesitation – therefore I continued. I will make him crack, I swear. "Dimitri."

"Don't do this to me," he pleaded in low voice. I leaned a bit closer, just to smell his intoxicant scent.

"I'll punish you then," I threatened grudgingly and furrowed my eyebrows. He smirked. "You cannot punish me, Roza." Hey! That was mean!

"I can!" I exclaimed, very offended, although smugly. I suddenly moved my lips closer to his ear as his hair lightly touched my skin. I shivered. "Roza," he warned in a low moan. "Mmm?" I whispered in my sexiest voice, "Teach me how to swear in Russian or I will make you… wait." I drew out the last word slowly, until it came out as an evil moan. But a sexy one. I totally knew what that did to him.

Confirming my thoughts, he swallowed.

"Roza… You can't… Do that."

Oh, I could.

And I will.

And that's what I told him.

"Rose, please," he pleaded desperately, "You're cursing too much anyway!"

"I'll stop if you teach me."

He pulled a face. "No, you won't."

I moaned. "God, you know me so well."

"And that's why I'm not teaching you." I cursed. On purpose.

"Rose."

"Why can you curse and I can't?" I asked, still offended. He was now obviously mocking me.

"You're too beautiful to curse."

"And you're not? Honestly, you truly are the most handsome comrade I've ever met!" I laughed in awe.

"Well, you aren't so bad yourself," he grinned smugly, "I actually think you're the prettiest Roza ever.«

Don't fucking blush, Rose. Don't.

"Very well, we're the most beautiful couple ever. But I'm not buying it, Comrade. I still want you to teach me."

"No," he replied pithily.

"Okay," I shrugged, "So I'm making you wait. Piece of cake, indeed." I know it will be so freaking hard, but I'm not letting him win either!

"Okay," he answered after a minute, and I clearly saw him hesitate badly. But that caught me off-guard.

"I'm… sorry?"

"I said, okay, make me wait."

"But… why?" Blank. My mind was blank.

"Because I know you wouldn't be able to resist my charm nevertheless," Dimitri remarked smartly. If I wouldn't love him, I'd call him son of a bitch right now.

"You… you…" I really was surprised. "You… think you can actually win versus Rose Hathaway?" I exclaimed.

"Literally."

I was stunned. "You can't."

"I can."

"Cannot."

"I can."

"Cannot."

"Can."

"Cannot!"

"Then prove it."

Here we go again.

"I… beg your fucking pardon?"

"I'll try to make you not making me wait, and if I succeed, I'm not teaching you and you can't curse for the rest of the year. If you resist for the rest of our holiday, which I highly doubt, I'll teach you whatever you want." Er. He'll be trying to get me in the bed? And I have to resist? Not likely.

"That's… so unfair."

"Why's that?" he asked.

"Because… You… We… No… A week!" I gasped.

"That's basically it."

I needed a minute to collect myself. We took a week-off, and now we won't be making love at all. That's sick. No way.

But Rose Hathaway can't lose, she never has, whispered annoying small voice in my head.

I gulped. "Deal. But I want another thing. If I win, you mustn't listen any of that music when I'm around. If I lose, which I won't, I'll buy you CD and western novel."

"And you'll read one," he added.

"Hey, that's not-" I saw the look on his face. "Okay, deal." We shook hands, which, as always, made me weak. I leaned my head on the glass, suddenly tired, but amused anyway. This was going to be fun.

I watched as day slowly turned to twilight. The closeness of the night made me feel desperate by longing for Dimitri's touch, kiss, or him telling me he loves me. I instinctively knew he felt the same, so I drew nearer my fingers and interlaced them with his. His thumb caressed my palm as I muttered, "Dimitri?"

"Mmm?"

"Tell me you love me."

He smiled silently and raised my hand to his lips. I felt his chilly breath against my skin. "I love you, Roza," he muttered and lightly kissed each fingertip, "Like nothing else in the universe." His words instantly made me feel so much better, and when I whispered I loved him too, I felt complete again. Those were practically the moments I lived for. I felt safe in his grip when twilight sank in the dark night and car lights were the only source of light for the snowflakes that were sticking to the trees surrounding us.

Gosh, I can be so sentimental sometimes.

Our route, if it was even possible, became even more surrounded by forest – it seemed to be shrinking in size around Dimitri and I, making me lose the fucking bet.

"That's not fair," I groaned again, "Do you have any idea how hard it is?" I yelled and punched the window with my elbow. "Shit," I mumbled when I figured out it actually hurt, "Trying not to think about it makes me actually think about it."

Dimitri chuckled, "You started it!" I frowned and threw a look at him angrily.

"That's only because you're stubborn. And now everyone is hurting," I paused for a second. "I'm bored." He grinned again. "Are we there yet?" I asked with desperate voice. He held my hand calmly.

"An hour." He was always so calm and short in answering. I, however, pulled a pace at his answer. "Fuck," I swore, intentionally, of course. He shook his head. "I'll go get some sleep. Fire Fucker woke me up at 6." He sighed at my cursing but I already closed my eyes and drifted to sleep immediately.

"Rose." I buried my face into something hard and glassy. "Roza." What? "Roza, wake up."

"We here yet?" I groaned.

"Yes, that's why you need to wake up." My Russian God was leaning at me and his silky hair caressed my cheek – I shivered and opened my eyes, to look at the most beautiful and perfect creature Mother Nature has ever made. "Jesus, you're a masterpiece, Comrade. The next week's gonna be freaking difficult." I already regretted involving into this stupid bet – his scent made me want to drag him into bed and-

"Come on, let's get you out of the car," he smiled, "Rose," Dimitri smiled and helped me out of the car, "Welcome to Gatlinburg, Pigeon."

I was so speechless. I mean, Lissa's so evil! How could she book a room for us in a cabin here and expect we won't be doing… it? No. She didn't do this to me. She better didn't. Shit.

"I'm gonna choke her!" I exclaimed, which made Dimitri gave me scared look.

"Who?"

"The… Dragomir Pri- The Queen!" I yelled, "How could she do this to me?" I asked in disbelief and explained why this frustrated me.

"You were charged with killing the Queen once, wasn't that enough for you? And besides, she couldn't know," Dimitri defended her smugly.

"That doesn't change anything."

He rolled his eyes and held my frozen hand.

"Come on, we should get inside." Yeah, so you will be able to hump me in private?

I, however, grabbed my suitcases and dragged myself in the cabin, which painfully-delightfully reminded me of the one at St. Vladimir's.

Dimitri, of course, was right behind me.

"Good evening," he kindly greeted Blond Barbie behind the receptor's desk. She obviously got hold of the wrong idea about his kindness and smiled dreamily, of course not throwing me a single look.

I cleared my throat and Blondie finally started paying me some attention – the angry one, sure.

"Just give us the freaking key, please," I groaned and rolled my eyes as she gave my own personal Russian God another loving look before turning to the key shelf.

"Thank you," I smooched sweetly and grabbed Dimitri's hand possessively. Blondie's face darkened. I felt her gaze throwing daggers in my back but I rapidly pushed Dimka on the stairs, luggage co-operating. "Roza!" he hissed with amused smile on his lips, amused by my jealousy, naturally. "What was that?" he questioned and I made a wry face.

"You men are just horrible! You don't even notice woman eyeing you!" He shook his head but I pushed him forward.

In a minute, we were in the room. It was quite cozy, actually. Okay, okay. Really cozy. Not to mention how attractive the bed seemed…

Stop. Stop thinking about it, Rose. You're gonna have a shower and then get straight to bed. I mean, sleep. Piece of cake.

"I'm gonna shower," I mumbled and seized my pajamas.

"Want some company?" Dimitri asked obscenely.

"Nice try, Comrade. Nice try. But, no, thanks." He pulled a face and I said, "I'm not gonna give in that easily. You should try harder."

His lips stretched a big smile. Sleazy one. "You're welcome," he whispered and took a step closer.

"No!" I yelled all of sudden, "Don't… move!" His smile grew even bigger, but he stopped, that's what matters.

"Roza, Roza. If you can't handle being five steps away from me, how do you plan on resisting me while we get to sleep?" I frowned. Hell. I didn't think about that. "I'll deal with this later. But now, let me shower." He quickly opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. "Alone."

"Your wish is my command," he replied and I yelled back on my way to the bathroom, "It would still be much easier if you taught me how to curse!"

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