knightsoflegend | Sparring ☢ Enough to make my systems blow

[Dimitri's shower had been cold. Very cold.

To say that he'd been shaked and affected by their conversation in the training room was a vast understatement. He couldn't stop thinking about her, the way her cheeks got a little pink when she was angry, the way her hair had shined under the lights, even up in that ponytail, the way she thrilled and irritated him all at the same time.

He'd stayed in that shower for a lot longer than was necessary, letting the chill water roll down his body, leaning his head against the shower wall. He couldn't jump to any conclusions, even if every cell in his body was yelling at him to do so. That he loved this girl, wanted her, and that doing what he was doing and avoiding her was foolish.

He was dressed in only a pair of pajama bottoms when there was a knock at his door, his long hair free and damp as it fell around his shoulders. He crossed his room and pulled open the door, assuming that at this hour, it was something important that couldn't wait.]

[For a moment, all the anger and frustration that had made her body thrum with tension was at risk of disappearing, Rose's eyes moving from the wet hair that slowly dripped water onto his bare shoulders, shoulders that drew her eyes down his bare, sculpted chest, to the elastic waist pajama bottoms that slung low enough on his lips that her eyes lingered on his pelvic bone, the sticky out bits as she called them and she all but bit her hand to keep from groaning.

The silence that hung in the air may have been brief but surely noticeable, Rose having to shake every thought that was racing through her head as she focused on his face. Angry Rose. You came here to confront him, remember? Not to wipe the drool from the corner of her mouth.]

You're an ass!

[That was one way to say it, Rose giving him a shove in the chest as she pushed past him into the room, not even noticing at first how much nicer his was - or at least, less like it belonged to a fairy fricken princess.]

Normal? You want to pretend like everything is normal? Do you even know what that is for us? Because I don't. I know I can't be within five feet of you without my heart going crazy. I know that when I look at you I feel something and it's not just the idea that we've met before. I know that for the last three hours I have not been able to think about anything else BUT you and you want me to pretend like everything is normal?

[And now that she'd started, every thought was coming out at a rapid pace as she starts to get in his face.]

Wanna know what I think? I think you're just like me! I think you haven't got for the first clue what normal is because when you're around me all you can think about is being with me and [She's barely stopping to take a breath.] what the hell was that thing about my hair?

[Dimitri was rather stunned himself to find Rose standing at his door. He really shouldn't have been, given everything, but as her eyes rather obviously roamed down his body. Instead of feeling like something under a microscope, however, it actually affected him in a very...primitive way, which didn't dissipate once she opened her mouth.

He blinked once at her first outburst, surprised by it's intensity.

And then she shoved him back into the room, and he simply allowed it, somewhat relieved when the door shut behind her.

He simply stood there and listened as she began to rant at him, over all the things that he'd regretted telling her since they'd left the training room. Things that he'd poured over in his head, and somewhat kicked himself for.

After they'd parted ways, he couldn't convince himself that it had been the right decision. He'd even thought about going to find her himself. She'd simply jumped on the idea first, which he also didn't find surprising.]

Your hair is beautiful.

[Because it was the first thing he could think to say, the last question that she'd given him. And it was true. He took a step toward her, so that she was withing reaching distance, and lifted a lock of it from her shoulder between his fingers, marveling at it's softness.

And then he knew that everything she'd said was correct, that he hadn't been imagining how either of them had felt, because she had been all he'd thought about. His hand slipped further through her hair, cupping the back of her head so that he could pull her closer and lean down to fit his lips perfectly against hers.

Because what else could he say when this would say it so much better.]

Huh.

[Though thank god she hadn't said that aloud. Dimitri's words brought her own to a shuddering stop as he stepped forward and reached for her hair. Rose held her breath, unsure what to expect as she looked up at him through a veil of thick, long lashes.

He had that look again, that weird kind of awestruck expression and she was getting the feeling that whatever was going on in his head was important, perhaps more important than the day she'd encountered Luthir in Chicago.

Rose opened her mouth, just about to grill him about what that meant when she felt everything shift, his lips stopping her words as they pressed against her own. Her heart felt like it stopped for a whole second before it lifted then sped up, Rose holding that kiss, chaste as it was for a long moment.]

Finally.

[She breathed out in releif. As if she'd been waiting for him to do that her whole life or something and this time, when they kissed? Rose was kissing Dimitri, her body pressing against his as her arms moved to wrap around him.]

[The corner of his mouth lifted ever so slightly at that single word, is if it alone confirmed everything he'd been thinking and confirmed that his decision to kiss her had been a perfect and sound one.

And if that first kiss was chaste, the next was anything but. As Rose leaned in and her arms slipped around him, his hands fell to her hips, his fingers gripping at the fabric of her clothes, pulling her in close against his freshly washed skin.

His lips were hungry and insistent against hers, his head tilting so that he could coax her lips to part beneath his, allowing him to taste her, the sensation both familiar and mysterious at the same time.

Nothing about anything that had happened in his memory had made sense until this moment, and now he wasn't about to let go of that feeling.]

[She stood on tiptoes to meet those lips, breathing in his clean and familiar scent as her lips parted, welcoming him as her tongue pressed forward to dance with his, her hand moving up his back, reaching for the wet strands of hair that dripped water down his back.

A little moan vibrated against his lips, each kiss, each touch still not enough for Rose as she pulled herself up, legs wrapping around his waist, barely breaking the kiss as she tried to be as close to him as possible.

If she tried to engage her brain she might be embarrassed or feel awkward about jumping somebody who was practically a stranger and yet this felt right, like something that had been missing from her was being put back in place and each touch, each kiss soothed an ache she hadn't been able to explain at all, the world around them seeming to melt away as Rose found herself unable to think or feel anything but the hunger that he fueled as she pressed herself hard against him.]

[Dimitri's hands slid over the curve of her hips and over her thighs, heliping her as she wrapped them around his waist. Once she was secure, their lower bodies pressed close against each other, his fingers were quick to snag the lower hem of her shirt and pull the material up her body, intent on removing that first barrier so that he could feel his hands on her bare skin instead.

The movement only require a quick break to their kiss, but he used that moment to open his eyes, letting them rake over her, the quick glimpse only making him want her more.

His lips crashed into hers again, insistent and demanding, tossing aside her shirt so that his palms could return to roaming her body.]

[Her breathing shifted, quick, making her lips dry, Rose licking her lips as she drank him in the same way he did her, everything about him foreign yet familiar, strange yet comforting and more than that, there was longing building inside of her and she couldn't shake the sense that this had been such a long time coming, far longer than their three months of separation after coming through the veil.

A soft whimper passed her lips as theirs met again, Rose's arms slipping around his neck as she pressed her bare skin to his, gently writhing in his arms, the friction causing her temperature to rise as she slipped her fingers through his damp, dark hair, pressing against his scalp as his touch sent rippled of pleasure across the surface of her skin.]

I missed you...

[The words came out without her realizing it and though they didn't make any real sense to her she knew they were true, that she had missed this would be stranger and that despite what her brain kept trying to tell her, her body and soul seemed sure that he was no stranger at all.]

[Her fingertips and nails through his scalp felt amazing, and she would know as much by the groan that vibrated through their kiss. His hands ran down her sides before gripping into the smooth flesh of her hips as he attempted to pull her even closer, despite the fact that it was impossible.

He turned with her and crossed the room, bending forward as he approached his large and elaborate bed so that he could rest her back against it. He slide her back against the comforter, pushing it out of the way as he crawled over her, the two of them surrounded by pillows.

Dimitri didn't seem to even notice them, though, as his body covered her, their legs entangles and his hands in her hair as he kissed her with fervor.]

Roza.

[Her name held more meaning than other words would. He said it with a sense of awe and absolute need. He'd missed her too, somehow, in ways he couldn't explain.]

[If ever there were a time to snap out of this it was now, before things went too far, before they went past that point of no return and yet really, hadn’t they passed that point the very moment she’d knocked on his door? The second she opened her mouth and admitted all the things that were stirred up in his presence, that she couldn’t deny even if she’d wanted to she’d sealed their fate.

His name for her sent a pulse of warmth that went all the way to her toes, the weight of his body on top of hers as he pressed her down on the soft mattress oddly comforting as Rose parted her legs so that he would fit between them, hooking one around his body to keep him anchored to her, the kiss intensifying with each second that passed.

Her hair spilled over the cloud of pillows, tangling in his long fingers as her own hands moved to cup his face, not about to allow him to pull away from her again as she arched her body into his, needing to be close to him now as words that seemed almost too ridiculous to say still danced on the tip of her tongue.]

[Those same words, the ones she also found ridiculous, caught in the back of his throat, ever present but stuck, because how could such a thing be possible?

He seemed to remember her, though, in the way his hands touched her skin, his body remembering her in a way that his mind did not. They seemed to know each curve of her skin, and that arching of her back thrilled him in a way that seemed familiar but distant, like he was experiencing an intense form of deja vu, or in the middle of a waking dream he'd had before.

His hair fell over his shoulders, dripping tiny droplets of cold water on her chest which were quickly warmed and brushed away by either his hands or his lip, every piece of him wanting to keep in constant contact with her skin.

His mouth claimed hers, the words they didn't speak passing between them silently instead, and he pulled her bottom lip into his mouth, tugging on it lightly with his teeth, a needy growl in the back of his throat.]

[Just as she remembered him, even if there wasn’t a memory strong enough to grasp it was that feeling she had swirling around inside of her that told her this was right. She wasn’t nervous or unsure like she was doing this with him for the first time. There was a hungry need that fuelled her urgent touch as her fingers ran back through his hair and over his bare shoulders, remapping every part of him, committing it to memory once more so that she wouldn’t ever forget anything about him again.

Rose rolled beneath him, the friction of their bodies creating an ache that bordered on painful as she traced her fingers down the curve of his spine, vertebrae by vertebrae, a low moan that cut off with a whimper as his growl filled her head.

The clothes that kept them apart fast became a source of irritation, Rose’s fingertips sliding beneath the elastic waist of his pajama bottoms, pushing them down his body as she trailed kiss from his mouth all the way to his ear, hot and needy as she exposed the bare curve of his ass, Rose’s lips pressing against the pulse that thrummed beneath her kiss.]

I need you.

[It hitting her as those words passed her lips that she didn’t just mean now, she didn’t just need him to make love to her, she needed him in every way, in her bed, in her arms, fighting at her side. It was the very first thing that made perfect sense to her as his mere presence brought balance to her to her world.]

[Her fingers trailed heat along his scalp and down his spine, sending an involuntary but thrilling shudder through his body, which only served to provide even more torturous friction between them, friction that was unfortunately hampered by the remaining fabric between them.

Then he felt her fingertips slipping just beneath the waist of his pants, and he could barely stifle the groan of anticipation that her touch brought. Cool air touched burning skin as she began to undress him, and he shifted his legs to help her rid himself of them.

His hand slipped around her back, lifting her chest slightly off the mattress and, thus, pressing her chest against his, so that his fingers could unhook her bra, and once he'd managed it, he pulled it away from her, tossing it off the edge of the bed.

Her words hummed against his skin, and he leaned his cheek against her temple, running the tip of his tongue along the edge of her ear before he replied.]

I'm yours, Roza.

[Because he needed her too, and he'd known without even asking that this was more than just sex. They were reuniting in a way far deeper and more powerful than just the act itself.]

And you're mine.

[His words thrilled her and brought with them the first real sense of belonging she could believe in, not that she belonged here with the Knights or even in this world, but with Dimitri, wherever that led her and like he had thought before, the whole reason for coming here was about coming to him. That much at least, she was sure of now.

Her hands continued to move over every exposed inch of his body, skin against skin, her heartbeat racing in time with his as he explored her the same way she explored him. Her hand sought his, bringing it between them, still marvelling at the little things that seemed familiar to her, flashes of memories she wanted to believe, Rose’s lips pressing against the calluses on his hand, as if they might soften the battle hardened skin that she now held against her cheek.]

I - [Those words again wanted to come out, needed to even but she still felt foolish in saying them.]

I think I love you.

[But that was a lie because she didn’t think it, she felt it, it just seemed too crazy to say out loud, even if it was no more crazy than falling into bed with somebody who was more or less a stranger to her.]

[ ♬ the night will go on as follows - the spill canvas

~~interrupting musical cue cow~~ ]

[Her lips were gentle and soft against his palm, and as she placed it against her cheek, he held her face gently, far more so than anyone with hands as hardened as his should be able to. His thumb ran over her cheekbone as he looked down at her with a mixture of awe and fascination, the emotion within him tumbling and explosive.

He knew exactly what she meant. He knew it, deep inside him, but saying it was difficult. How could he love someone he didn't know.

Even if he did know her in a strange and instinctual way.]

I feel it too.

[He said quietly as he dipped his head down, his lips seeking hers.]

And I don't want to fight it.

[Rose exhaled against his lips, their breath mingling together, relief washing over her when he said those words because she wasn’t alone in this. She wouldn’t be launching into something she couldn’t begin to try and understand and have to try and navigate it alone and it meant that being here, doing this, it didn’t just feel right, it was right.]

Then don’t.

[Her lips pressing to his, parting so she could taste him once more, torn between ridding herself of the sweats that acted as the final barrier between them and continuing to explore every inch of exposed skin as his naked body pinned her to the bed.]

[It was dangerous, this thing that they were doing. They were new in this new world, both the actual dimension itself and this organization they'd joined within in. And now, he'd found himself already irrevocably attached to her in a way he didn't think he was capable of.

He needed her in a way that didn't make sense, and it was proven to him with every touch and every hungry kiss, things that he now took as she urged him to let go of that last shred of self-control.

Because in the future, when it came to her or the mission? He was positive he'd choose her.

His hand fell to her hip, tugging on the pants she wore and dragging them downward, his body craving the skin that hid beneath it.]

[Which was why perhaps they shouldn’t be doing this. They had both taken a vow to serve the Knights, one both took very seriously, Rose far more than she would ever let on and surely what they were doing now would make that difficult in the future and yet, deep down she knew that whether they did this or not, it was already too late. He already mattered more to her than anything else, even if she couldn’t explain why.

Rose shifted her legs to help him rid her of the last of her clothes, her lips pressed against whatever inch of exposed skin her mouth met, pausing only to steal one more hungry kiss as if she needed it as much as she needed air, kiss after kiss halting their progress until finally it was just them, her legs parting to welcome him between them as she took a moment just to drink in his features.

She wished that she could remember everything about him but there was something strangely exciting about this, the sense that she was falling in love with him even when she knew she already felt that way. Before them lay so many ‘firsts’ and it started with this, the most significant one of them all.]

You’re mine… and I’m yours. [She murmured, echoing the words he’d spoken earlier before she sealed her mouth to his.]

[Her legs spread for him, and he could feel her thighs pressed against his sides as his head dipped down to meet her lips as she finished speaking. His legs shifted against hers, her skin still so soft regardless of her toned physique. Her curves fit perfectly under his hands as he slid one of them over her hip and down between them, making sure she was ready before he positioned himself and sank into her in one smooth motion.

Breath shuddered out of him, hot against her mouth as his forehead leaned against hers. She was everything he'd thought she'd be, warm and snug and perfect, as if their bodies were made to fit together.

He held himself there, soaking in that first moment of union, thinking that there might very well be nothing in the world better that this. Better than them.]

[There was that brief flutter of nervous energy that made her chest quake, Rose’s forehead pressed against his, trying to keep her breathing steady, holding it then as he pressed against her, begging entry, the ache between her legs bordering on painful before he soothed it with one, long push of his hips.

A soft, barely audible sigh passed her lips, tension she hadn’t even known she’d been carrying easing from her shoulders as her whole body relaxed beneath his, sinking into the soft mattress as his breath mingled with her own. His clean scent, the wet hair that dripped onto her bare shoulders, every sensation burning itself into her memory so that she might never forget anything about him again.

If she hadn’t been completely sure what it was that he meant to her, now she was positive and Rose stopped caring if it sounded crazy. Let her be insane if it meant she could stay like this with him.]

I love you.

[Sealing those words as truth as she pressed her lips to his.]

[Being one with her, hearing those words on her lips before she pressed them against his seemed to heal something inside him that he hadn't realized was broken, as if he were all at once finding a piece of himself that had been missing.

He knew it was important, as the memories flitted through his head and then disappeared behind the heat that their bodies created, and as the sensation passed, leaving nothing but blissful content rolling inside him, his pleasure rumbled behind a hungry gaze, which fixed on her even as their his teeth tug gently on her bottom lip.

He began to move, slowly at first, his pace picking up speed as the seconds passed, his hand urging her leg to hook around his hip so that he could reach deeper, to fill her up completely, to claim her as his own.]

[Rose’s hands moved over his body, fingers tangling in his hair, the other arm wrapping around his back so she could keep him close as she hitched her leg high in his hip, moaning against his lips as with each stroke he sunk deep inside of her, their bodies fluid motion as she rocked against him, in sync with Dimitri.

A shuddering sigh turned into a moan, Rose’s dark gaze burning into his, having to fight to keep her eyes open rather than give into the pleasure because she wanted to watch him, to see his face as he loomed over her, every twitch of muscle as the pleasure wrapped around them, the thousand unspoken messages that were passing between them. She hadn’t needed to say those three words, she was saying them now and so was he and it made her heart swell in her chest.]

Dimitri… [Stealing a kiss, her lids heavy, eyes drunk with something far more powerful than lust as her legs wrapped around his body, gently pulling him into her as everything else ceased to exist.]

[His fingers gripped her thigh firmly beneath them, keeping her leg locked where it hitched around him, rolling his hips into hers in perfect rhythm, meeting each other fluidly over and over. No matter what he did, he was hungry for more, soaking her up with each thrust of his hips, tasting her with his lips and tongue, claiming her with his hands and his teeth.]

Roza...

[Her name unfurled like a purr from his lips as they met her mouth in another kiss. Rose would never have to steal them, when they were freely given. He would have kissed her night, but it wouldn't have been enough, and they both knew it. Their bodies craved more from one another, begging to be close, melding into one another in perfect sync.]

[He was both strong and gentle, losing himself in her while still attentive to her every moan and sigh, her name as it fell from his lips sending a wave of emotion through Rose, curling around in her chest and pulsing like a living thing inside of her as she shed any worries that might have dared to linger in the back of her mind.

They were so in tune that they seemed to predict each other’s every move, Rose shifting when he did, speeding up as he did, lips meeting his just as he moved to kiss her. It wasn’t enough to just lay back and get lost in the pleasure of his body moving against hers. She needed more with every second that passed, legs moving against Dimitri’s as he rolled on top of her, creating a friction that only seemed to heighten their senses as their kiss deepened, her touch more insistent, desire morphing into desperate need.]

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