Rose
Dimitri caught up with me. Actually he sneaked up on me, I couldn't hear him following me, but suddenly there were two strong arms around my waist and I was lifted in to the air and spun around in circles.
“Dimitri!”, I shrieked surprised, trying not to laugh.
Dimitri outright laughed and kept me in his arm and in the air. He kept walking like he was carrying a puppy and not a grown girl.
“Seriously”, I giggled. “Put me down.”
“Nah, you were bad, this is your punishment. Be grateful it's so light”, he lectured.
His tone was disapproving and the one a teacher normally would use, but held an underlining amusement, I couldn't help but giggle again.
“What did I do?”
Dimitri mock gasped and put his free hand over his heart. I saw it only in the corner of my eye, but I saw it.
“You left your husband standing there and mocked me about a lost bet. You're supposed to help me out, not laugh at me.”
“Says who?”
“Your deeply wound husband”, Dimitri said in a 'duh'-tone.
“Oh”, I said, as if this explained everything. “Well if my husband said that, then I'm deeply sorry. Maybe you should put me down so I can go and apologize to him.”
Dimitri chuckled and stopped walking. He put me on my feet and I was tempted to cry out in victory, but only a second later I was lifted into the air again, just this time in a different position. I wasn't hanging anymore, I was laying in Dimitri's arms like a baby. Instantly I wrapped my arms around his neck, just out of instinct I told myself, nothing else.
The smell of his cologne engulfed me and I tried to discretely breath it in, without Dimitri noticing.
“I think that would be a great idea. Maybe you should fall to your knees and beg for his forgiveness. How does that sound?”, he asked and rose an eyebrow, looking at me.
His damn smirk was back again, but this time his eyes held an softer emotion. Yes, he was mocking me, but he did it in a … lighter way.
“Nah, I don't think my husband is that kind of man who needs his wife to beg on there knees.”
“He is not?”, Dimitri asked laughing.
I shook my head, trying really hard to keep my face straight and the smile that threatened to break out to stay away. I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from smiling. For a short second I thought I saw Dimitri looking at my lip, but it was to short for me to be sure.
Maybe I had imagined the moment, I told myself. Was it wishful thinking? No, it couldn't be!
“Well what kind of man is he?”, Dimitri asked and adjusted his arms under my body. “I heard he was quite the woman at his feet type.”
He rose a challenging eyebrow at me, his smirk staying in place, but his eyes holding a certain … curiosity.
“Rumors”, I shrugged. “He is more the type of man who sweeps women of their feet, ya know? He is literally carrying me on his arms.”
“Is that so?”, he asked chuckling.
His whole body erupted in laughter and I felt the vibrations on my body and it gave me goose bumps all over my skin. The blush was rising to my cheeks and I wanted to hide it, but in this position h would catch me anyways. Still I tried to hide it behind my hair and looked straight forward and away from Dimitri's eyes.
“Maybe”, I mumbled, avoiding his eyes.
I felt him looking at me, but I didn't dare look back at him, I just couldn't. But then something dawned on me.
“Dimitri?”
“Yes?”
“Where are we going?”, I asked confused.
“What?”
“Where are we going?”, I asked again and looked around us.
Suddenly Dimitri stopped and looked around as well. Then he shrugged and kept walking.
“No idea.”
“What do you mean 'no idea'. We have classes, Dimitri!”, I all but shouted.
“Calm down”, Dimitri replied calm. “This school pretty much is ours, so we don't need to attend classes, we can attend classes.”
Frowning I turned to him.
“What are you talking about?”
“90% of the money this school gets, comes from us. Seriously, when I started at this school they gave me prices for the most stupid things you can think of, just to please my father. He soon got pissed to be called every week for some unimportant bullshit, so they finally stopped. The good side is that whenever I'm in trouble, skip class or have bad grades, nobody cares.”
“Prices?”, I asked sceptically. “Really?”
“Yes”, Dimitri answered chuckling and shook his head. “I got little trophies for attending the first day at school, one for attending three days in a row and the most stupid one: One for encouraging my classmates to be more creative.”
“What did you do?”
“A few guys and me gave the art room a new look”, he smirked and winked at me.
I didn't want to know what exactly they had done, I could imagine all to well. Shaking my head I looked around us. Dimitri had brought me to some place at school I've never been before. We were walking along a long corridor with classrooms left and right, all empty.
“Where are we?”, I asked.
Dimitri stayed silent and just kept walking. I frowned at hi, but he just met my gaze and smiled widely. He was totally at ease and I liked this side better than the tensed one. I poked Dimitri's cheek so he would answer me. But Dimitri just looked at me like I had lost my mind (maybe I did!), but he chuckled at the same time. It was a weird combination, frowning and laughing at the same time.
“What the hell are you doing?”, he asked chuckling.
“Trying to get you to answer me”, I replied pouting.
“By squeezing my cheek?”
“Well, what do you suggest?”
“You really wanna know?”, he asked with an evil glint in his eyes and a big smile on his face.
“Probably not”, I admitted and looked down blushing.
Dimitri laughed loudly. With the empty halls around us it was even louder, which made it a bit creepy. Because let's face it: I was alone with a guy I met only days ago in an empty building, where no one could here my screams.
“Are you going to murder me?”, I blurted out.
“What?”, Dimitri asked shocked and even stumbled in his step.
When he got his posture back, he looked quizzically at me. For a moment we just stared at each other. In Dimitri's eyes a burning fire, in mine a growing fear.
Dimitri set me down on my feet, but kept his hands on my hips. He took a step forward and I automatically took one back. Dimitri frowned at me, but kept waling towards me until I hit a wall. I gasped when I felt the cold metal of lockers on my back.
Dimitri's whole body pressed against mine, my lips parted and looked at him with big eyes. His forehead touched mine and one hand came up to my neck. I felt my pulse drum against his fingers and I knew he felt it, too.
“Are you afraid of me?”, he whispered.
His breath blew into my mouth and I could actually taste it on my tongue, which was really weird for me. But I couldn't help but like it, just because it was his.
But … was I afraid of Dimitri? Did he scare me? I honestly wasn't sure, I knew I wasn't afraid of him hurting me, at least not physically, but emotionally? Dimitri could probably break me when it came to that department and I was afraid if I didn't keep my heart save soon enough, he would break me.
“Yes”, I answered honestly, just above a whisper.
I saw a emotion flicker in his eyes, but it was away too soon to let me see what it actually was. And suddenly his whole posture changed, his body had gone rigid and he tensed immediately.
“Do you think you're in danger right now?”, he asked, his voice not sounding like his at all.
“No”, I replied immediately, and his body seemed to let some of the tension go.
I didn't knew if I was in danger right now, but even if I was, I couldn't help but feel safe with him. Even if it was because of his tall frame and the feeling of his arms around me.
“I don't understand”, he admitted.
His eyes bore into mine and his gaze became a pleading edge. It was like he was begging me to explain myself to him, to set him free, to get him out if his misery.
“I'm not afraid of you in a physical way. I'm not afraid of you hurting me”, I explained and Dimitri let out a breath he had been holding.
He relaxed instantly and a look of relief crossed his face. I didn't even realize what I was doing, but suddenly I was touching Dimitri's cheek and he leaned into my touch, closing his eyes and realising a long uneven breath. I began caressing his cheek to get the tension that was still in his jaw away. It worked and he soon began to breath normally again.
“I know you would never harm me, you couldn't.”
“How can you be so sure?”, he asked.
“I know you”, I told him simply.
And it was as simple as that. I may not know him all to well, but I knew Dimitri enough to know that he would never lay a finger on a woman. I also knew that he would only punch someone with a reason. Dimitri was a good man, I knew enough to be sure of that fact.
“You don't”, Dimitri denied sadly, but just nuzzling more into my hand.
“I know you enough to be sure of that.”
Slowly his eyes opened and bore into mine again. My breath hitched because of the intensity of his gaze. The hand that was still on my neck, moved upwards and he – like me – cupped my cheek and caressed it almost lovingly. I couldn't help but lean into his touch and close my eyes.
“Then why are you afraid of me?”, he asked hesitant.
“I- I'm afraid that you -”
Could I tell him? No, I couldn't. I knew I couldn't. He said so himself. He was not my husband, he wasn't my boyfriend, he wasn't even a friend to me. He was just a guy I seemed to be married to. I didn't knew who he really was, and he didn't knew who I really was. We didn't knew each other at all, not even the basics. Hell I didn't know one thing about him. Favorite color, movie, music? I had no idea! Everything I knew about him was something out of a few magazines, and if I said I knew him with only that information, I also knew Brad Pitt.
“That I what?”
“I- I can't tell you.”
“You can tell me anything”, he said more determined.
Now both his hands were on my cheeks, and he held my face in his hands. He looked deep in my eyes, as if they held all the answer of the world.
“Anything, Roza”, he repeated.
Saved by the bell? Every heard of that saying. It actually came in handy when in exact that moment the bell rang. Not the actual bell, but Dimitri's phone. We were both startled and Dimitri took a step away from me. He looked for being interrupted, but answered his phone none the less.
“What?!”, he barked into it.
I slumped back against the lockers, because I really needed them to hold me upright right now. Whoever was the other line wasn't please with Dimitri's tone and chastised him for it. Dimitri actually looked sheepish, which looked kind of cute and I smiled a little at him. He caught me staring and smiled an almost there half smile back at me.
“I'm sorry, Mum”, he sighed. “No, I won't, I'm sorry really, you just interrupted – Never mind. No mum, it's not important, I was just -” Another sigh. “I was talking to Rose.”
Squealing on the other side of the line. It was so loud Dimitri had to keep the phone away from his ear and even I could hear it properly. Wow!
“Yes, the 'wife Rose' Rose”, he said rolling his eyes.
I giggled. Dimitri turned around and smiled at me when he heard it.
“Yes, that was her, but – What? No! No you can't talk to her! No, mum, seriously, you are not going to -”
He was silent and frowned for a while, listening to his mother.
“But mum, I really think -”
He sighed and pulled on his hair frustrated with his mum, obviously.
“I don't even know if she wants to talk to you.”
I think I heard a shrieking 'Then ask her!' from the other side. Dimitri let his head fall and looked at me, his lashes looking longer that way.
“Do you want to talk to my mum?”, he asked.
He gave me pleading look, shaking his head no.
“I can't say no”, I whispered at him.
“Fine”, he said frustrated and hold the phone out to me.
A little unsure I took the phone and hold it to my ear.
“H- Hello?”, I asked and looked at Dimitri
“Roza? Hello dear, this is Olena Belikov, I'm Dimitri's mother.”
Dimitri caught up with me. Actually he sneaked up on me, I couldn't hear him following me, but suddenly there were two strong arms around my waist and I was lifted in to the air and spun around in circles.
“Dimitri!”, I shrieked surprised, trying not to laugh.
Dimitri outright laughed and kept me in his arm and in the air. He kept walking like he was carrying a puppy and not a grown girl.
“Seriously”, I giggled. “Put me down.”
“Nah, you were bad, this is your punishment. Be grateful it's so light”, he lectured.
His tone was disapproving and the one a teacher normally would use, but held an underlining amusement, I couldn't help but giggle again.
“What did I do?”
Dimitri mock gasped and put his free hand over his heart. I saw it only in the corner of my eye, but I saw it.
“You left your husband standing there and mocked me about a lost bet. You're supposed to help me out, not laugh at me.”
“Says who?”
“Your deeply wound husband”, Dimitri said in a 'duh'-tone.
“Oh”, I said, as if this explained everything. “Well if my husband said that, then I'm deeply sorry. Maybe you should put me down so I can go and apologize to him.”
Dimitri chuckled and stopped walking. He put me on my feet and I was tempted to cry out in victory, but only a second later I was lifted into the air again, just this time in a different position. I wasn't hanging anymore, I was laying in Dimitri's arms like a baby. Instantly I wrapped my arms around his neck, just out of instinct I told myself, nothing else.
The smell of his cologne engulfed me and I tried to discretely breath it in, without Dimitri noticing.
“I think that would be a great idea. Maybe you should fall to your knees and beg for his forgiveness. How does that sound?”, he asked and rose an eyebrow, looking at me.
His damn smirk was back again, but this time his eyes held an softer emotion. Yes, he was mocking me, but he did it in a … lighter way.
“Nah, I don't think my husband is that kind of man who needs his wife to beg on there knees.”
“He is not?”, Dimitri asked laughing.
I shook my head, trying really hard to keep my face straight and the smile that threatened to break out to stay away. I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from smiling. For a short second I thought I saw Dimitri looking at my lip, but it was to short for me to be sure.
Maybe I had imagined the moment, I told myself. Was it wishful thinking? No, it couldn't be!
“Well what kind of man is he?”, Dimitri asked and adjusted his arms under my body. “I heard he was quite the woman at his feet type.”
He rose a challenging eyebrow at me, his smirk staying in place, but his eyes holding a certain … curiosity.
“Rumors”, I shrugged. “He is more the type of man who sweeps women of their feet, ya know? He is literally carrying me on his arms.”
“Is that so?”, he asked chuckling.
His whole body erupted in laughter and I felt the vibrations on my body and it gave me goose bumps all over my skin. The blush was rising to my cheeks and I wanted to hide it, but in this position h would catch me anyways. Still I tried to hide it behind my hair and looked straight forward and away from Dimitri's eyes.
“Maybe”, I mumbled, avoiding his eyes.
I felt him looking at me, but I didn't dare look back at him, I just couldn't. But then something dawned on me.
“Dimitri?”
“Yes?”
“Where are we going?”, I asked confused.
“What?”
“Where are we going?”, I asked again and looked around us.
Suddenly Dimitri stopped and looked around as well. Then he shrugged and kept walking.
“No idea.”
“What do you mean 'no idea'. We have classes, Dimitri!”, I all but shouted.
“Calm down”, Dimitri replied calm. “This school pretty much is ours, so we don't need to attend classes, we can attend classes.”
Frowning I turned to him.
“What are you talking about?”
“90% of the money this school gets, comes from us. Seriously, when I started at this school they gave me prices for the most stupid things you can think of, just to please my father. He soon got pissed to be called every week for some unimportant bullshit, so they finally stopped. The good side is that whenever I'm in trouble, skip class or have bad grades, nobody cares.”
“Prices?”, I asked sceptically. “Really?”
“Yes”, Dimitri answered chuckling and shook his head. “I got little trophies for attending the first day at school, one for attending three days in a row and the most stupid one: One for encouraging my classmates to be more creative.”
“What did you do?”
“A few guys and me gave the art room a new look”, he smirked and winked at me.
I didn't want to know what exactly they had done, I could imagine all to well. Shaking my head I looked around us. Dimitri had brought me to some place at school I've never been before. We were walking along a long corridor with classrooms left and right, all empty.
“Where are we?”, I asked.
Dimitri stayed silent and just kept walking. I frowned at hi, but he just met my gaze and smiled widely. He was totally at ease and I liked this side better than the tensed one. I poked Dimitri's cheek so he would answer me. But Dimitri just looked at me like I had lost my mind (maybe I did!), but he chuckled at the same time. It was a weird combination, frowning and laughing at the same time.
“What the hell are you doing?”, he asked chuckling.
“Trying to get you to answer me”, I replied pouting.
“By squeezing my cheek?”
“Well, what do you suggest?”
“You really wanna know?”, he asked with an evil glint in his eyes and a big smile on his face.
“Probably not”, I admitted and looked down blushing.
Dimitri laughed loudly. With the empty halls around us it was even louder, which made it a bit creepy. Because let's face it: I was alone with a guy I met only days ago in an empty building, where no one could here my screams.
“Are you going to murder me?”, I blurted out.
“What?”, Dimitri asked shocked and even stumbled in his step.
When he got his posture back, he looked quizzically at me. For a moment we just stared at each other. In Dimitri's eyes a burning fire, in mine a growing fear.
Dimitri set me down on my feet, but kept his hands on my hips. He took a step forward and I automatically took one back. Dimitri frowned at me, but kept waling towards me until I hit a wall. I gasped when I felt the cold metal of lockers on my back.
Dimitri's whole body pressed against mine, my lips parted and looked at him with big eyes. His forehead touched mine and one hand came up to my neck. I felt my pulse drum against his fingers and I knew he felt it, too.
“Are you afraid of me?”, he whispered.
His breath blew into my mouth and I could actually taste it on my tongue, which was really weird for me. But I couldn't help but like it, just because it was his.
But … was I afraid of Dimitri? Did he scare me? I honestly wasn't sure, I knew I wasn't afraid of him hurting me, at least not physically, but emotionally? Dimitri could probably break me when it came to that department and I was afraid if I didn't keep my heart save soon enough, he would break me.
“Yes”, I answered honestly, just above a whisper.
I saw a emotion flicker in his eyes, but it was away too soon to let me see what it actually was. And suddenly his whole posture changed, his body had gone rigid and he tensed immediately.
“Do you think you're in danger right now?”, he asked, his voice not sounding like his at all.
“No”, I replied immediately, and his body seemed to let some of the tension go.
I didn't knew if I was in danger right now, but even if I was, I couldn't help but feel safe with him. Even if it was because of his tall frame and the feeling of his arms around me.
“I don't understand”, he admitted.
His eyes bore into mine and his gaze became a pleading edge. It was like he was begging me to explain myself to him, to set him free, to get him out if his misery.
“I'm not afraid of you in a physical way. I'm not afraid of you hurting me”, I explained and Dimitri let out a breath he had been holding.
He relaxed instantly and a look of relief crossed his face. I didn't even realize what I was doing, but suddenly I was touching Dimitri's cheek and he leaned into my touch, closing his eyes and realising a long uneven breath. I began caressing his cheek to get the tension that was still in his jaw away. It worked and he soon began to breath normally again.
“I know you would never harm me, you couldn't.”
“How can you be so sure?”, he asked.
“I know you”, I told him simply.
And it was as simple as that. I may not know him all to well, but I knew Dimitri enough to know that he would never lay a finger on a woman. I also knew that he would only punch someone with a reason. Dimitri was a good man, I knew enough to be sure of that fact.
“You don't”, Dimitri denied sadly, but just nuzzling more into my hand.
“I know you enough to be sure of that.”
Slowly his eyes opened and bore into mine again. My breath hitched because of the intensity of his gaze. The hand that was still on my neck, moved upwards and he – like me – cupped my cheek and caressed it almost lovingly. I couldn't help but lean into his touch and close my eyes.
“Then why are you afraid of me?”, he asked hesitant.
“I- I'm afraid that you -”
Could I tell him? No, I couldn't. I knew I couldn't. He said so himself. He was not my husband, he wasn't my boyfriend, he wasn't even a friend to me. He was just a guy I seemed to be married to. I didn't knew who he really was, and he didn't knew who I really was. We didn't knew each other at all, not even the basics. Hell I didn't know one thing about him. Favorite color, movie, music? I had no idea! Everything I knew about him was something out of a few magazines, and if I said I knew him with only that information, I also knew Brad Pitt.
“That I what?”
“I- I can't tell you.”
“You can tell me anything”, he said more determined.
Now both his hands were on my cheeks, and he held my face in his hands. He looked deep in my eyes, as if they held all the answer of the world.
“Anything, Roza”, he repeated.
Saved by the bell? Every heard of that saying. It actually came in handy when in exact that moment the bell rang. Not the actual bell, but Dimitri's phone. We were both startled and Dimitri took a step away from me. He looked for being interrupted, but answered his phone none the less.
“What?!”, he barked into it.
I slumped back against the lockers, because I really needed them to hold me upright right now. Whoever was the other line wasn't please with Dimitri's tone and chastised him for it. Dimitri actually looked sheepish, which looked kind of cute and I smiled a little at him. He caught me staring and smiled an almost there half smile back at me.
“I'm sorry, Mum”, he sighed. “No, I won't, I'm sorry really, you just interrupted – Never mind. No mum, it's not important, I was just -” Another sigh. “I was talking to Rose.”
Squealing on the other side of the line. It was so loud Dimitri had to keep the phone away from his ear and even I could hear it properly. Wow!
“Yes, the 'wife Rose' Rose”, he said rolling his eyes.
I giggled. Dimitri turned around and smiled at me when he heard it.
“Yes, that was her, but – What? No! No you can't talk to her! No, mum, seriously, you are not going to -”
He was silent and frowned for a while, listening to his mother.
“But mum, I really think -”
He sighed and pulled on his hair frustrated with his mum, obviously.
“I don't even know if she wants to talk to you.”
I think I heard a shrieking 'Then ask her!' from the other side. Dimitri let his head fall and looked at me, his lashes looking longer that way.
“Do you want to talk to my mum?”, he asked.
He gave me pleading look, shaking his head no.
“I can't say no”, I whispered at him.
“Fine”, he said frustrated and hold the phone out to me.
A little unsure I took the phone and hold it to my ear.
“H- Hello?”, I asked and looked at Dimitri
“Roza? Hello dear, this is Olena Belikov, I'm Dimitri's mother.”
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