Dimitri
Hell, why did I just do that? Why couldn't I get the sound of her moaning out of my head? Why could I still feel her nails digging into my shoulder blades? My thoughts kept spinning while I walked to the locker rooms. Class had ended already.
My thoughts kept spinning around and around and I didn't hear the footsteps behind my back. Suddenly there was a weight on my back. Who the hell just jumped on someone's back out of nowhere? I asked myself. I could feel it was a girl. Almost instinctive I wrapped my hands around the girls legs and felt the smooth skin of the girl's thighs. And just because of the feeling of the skin, I knew it was Rose on my back. She slung her arms around my neck to hold on to me.
“What the -?”, I started, but stopped immediately.
Only a second after I grabbed Rose's thighs her lips where now on my neck and she sucked hard. My eyes widened in shock and I stumbled forward, barely able to keep myself from shivering and crashing down on the track.
“Ungh”, I moaned and closed my eyes.
I couldn't do anything else, I enjoyed this way too much and I didn't care what others or Rose might think, I just wanted for her to stay like this forever. Her arms squeezed a little tighter and she started sucking on my neck from a different angle and hell, it felt amazing!
“Ungh, shit Roza”, I moaned and gripped her thighs tighter.
I could feel her smirk on my skin, but I didn't care that I was puddy in her hands right now. If this was what I would get in return, I would gladly be her dog, if she wanted me to be.
But suddenly the sensations where all gone and Rose slid down my back. She ran pass me and I couldn't help but stand there perplexed, frowning after her. Just before she went into the girl's locker room she turned around smirked.
“Payback's a bitch”, she winked.
A grin broke out of my face and I laughed. Shaking my head I made my way to the boy's locker room. I was one of the last one's to arrive, not that that bothered me. While I was rummaging through my locker, every one grew deadly silent. I turned around and saw all the guys staring at me.
“What?”, I barked.
“You let her mark you?”, Ivan asked astonished.
Confused I looked around me. Mark me? Oh right, I thought. Rose.
“Yeah, so what?”, I asked shrugging and turned around.
“Dude, you let nobody mark you. You never did, like ever”, Luke stated.
True, I thought, I didn't. But this was different, this was Rose. Plus, I didn't really had a choice, did I?
“And you marked her”, Luke piped out. “You never claim someone to be yours.”
“Well”, I growled. “Since you douche-bags couldn't help but grope my wife and make comments about her ass I had to do something! It's not like you would have listened to me, when I told you to stop it! I don't have the time to all punch you in the face! So be smart, shut up and stay out of my business!”
Rose
I pulled my top over my head and sighed. The girls around me whispered among themselves, about me, again. Whatever they said, I couldn't understand a word and it was seriously frustrating.
“Okay, what?!”, I yelled finally and turned around to all the other girls.
The stopped whispering all together and looked at me with wide eyes and open mouths.
“If you want to know something, then ask!”, I sneered impatient.
“He marked you”, a girl to my left said.
She had long red hair, pulled up in a high pony tail. She wore way too much Make-Up, but I could imagine her being prettier without that much. But it was her choice, not mine. She was taller than me, really skinny and pale with bright blue eyes.
“And he let you mark him”, she continued like it was a world mystery.
In her voice were admiration, wonder, jealousy and sadness and she looked at me, like I was a math conclusion and she wanted to sort me out, badly!
“So?”, I asked.
“He never marks someone”, another blond girl replied. “He has one night stands, just flings. He never has had a girlfriend before, God knows we all tried. But he tells every girl that he is just a guy for a night. He doesn't want to remember his one night stands, so he never marks someone.”
“And he never lets someone mark him”, a brunette continued. “That shows he is off the market, not the womanizer he is, but serious and in a relationship. He isn't that type of guy who shows this kind of stuff. Hell, he yelled at me for minutes when I tried it!”
“Girls, back off!”, a black haired girl snapped. “Come on, they are married, what did you think? That you all still had a chance with him? Stop being so pathetic and leave the girl alone!”
Whoever this girl was, she seemed to have no power at this school, because nobody listened to her. But I saw some girls looking at her with disgust or ignore her. I didn't understand why, but I was glad she had attempted to help me.
“Thanks”, I told her.
She had left the locker room before me, but I could catch up to her. She was smoking a cigarette and stomped it out when I was talking to her.
“Don't”, she snapped and turned around, leaving me standing.
“Hey!”, I called and caught up with her again. “Why not, I am grateful. That was really nice of you to -”
“Okay, listen here!”, she snarled and stopped abruptly, facing me. “I don't like you and I didn't do it to help you or anything. The thing is: Dimitri is not a man who stays with one girl. This marriage with you? He will soon realize it was a mistake, because you obviously don't belong into this world! He will get tired of you soon enough and then he will come crawling back to me. I just got rid of the competition, okay? I'm the only girl who wasn't a one night stand for him and I won't make room for you. I don't know how you tricked him into this marriage, but it won't last, I'll make sure of it!”
The girl in front of me kept staring in to my eyes, she threw me one disgusted look and then stormed of. I looked after her with wide eyes and shock clearly written all over my face. How could she? How dare she says this to me? And who the hell was she to tell me this?
“Hey!”, I yelled.
The girl turned around again and glared at me. Her piercing blue eyes turning cold.
“Who the hell are you, bitch?”, I snarled.
I don't know where the confidence came from, but I used this anger build up inside of me, to stand tall and glare right back at the girl.
“Tasha Ozera”, she smirked. “Head cheerleader and soon to be 'Belikov'. Or in other words: Soon to be you, just better.”
“Here”, Dimitri said and threw something at me.
A scarf was now draped over my lap. It was beautiful a deep blood red, smooth and shiny. Dimitri walked up in down in front of me, his arms behind his back. He was obviously nervous.
“Thanks, I guess?”, I asked.
“For your neck”, Dimitri explained. “You know, because of, well- , you know what I mean.”
He gestured to his own neck, which was covered with his collar, at least enough to hide the hickey I had left there. He wore a white T-Shirt, a black blazer and dark jeans. A little more formal, because his mum and three sisters were coming over. They wanted to meet me and they hadn't seen Dimitri in two months apparently. They came here to drink tee and eat cake with us. This evening the rest of Dimitri's and my family would join the party and we would celebrate at the Belikov's. Dimitri told me he wanted to drive with me, alone. He said he knew his sisters or his mother would try to convince me otherwise, so he told me beforehand.
“Smart”, I muttered and wrapped the scarf around my neck to hide the dark blue-purple hickey.
What would that have been like. 'Oh hi Mrs Belikov, oh yeah that, that was your son, while he lay on top of me, both of us moaning like crazy. It was actually fun, felt amazing. Your son is very talented, he must have that from you.' Yeah? NO!
“Thanks”, Dimitri mumbled and ran hand for the hundredth time through his hair.
“Dimitri”, I tried so sound soft and caring. “Calm down, I should be the one worrying about meeting your mum, not the other way around. And it's not even my mum, but yours.”
“You don't understand”, he shook his head. “It's not my mum I'm worried about, it's my -”
Buzz Buzz
Buzz Buzz
Both of our heads snapped to the doors of the elevator. If you didn't have a key for the elevator, you needed to ring a bell in the lobby. It sounded more like a electronic buzz, than a ringing bell.
Sighing Dimitri made his way to the elevator and pressed a button.
“Hello?”, he asked, his voice strong and confident, nothing like the nervous wreck he was inside.
“It's us, Dimka!”, a young girl – that was not Olena – chirped excitedly.
Without another word Dimitri pressed the button that allowed his family to come up to our apartment.
“Ready?”, I asked.
“No”, he laughed without humor. “Not really.”
“Well, how about I keep your mind off of them?”, I asked and raised my eyebrows.
He – like the God he was – raised only one eyebrow.
“Why did she call you Dimka?”
Dimitri chuckled and seemed to relax a little. He gave me an easy smile and came to my side. We both leaned against the couch behind us, half sitting on the backrest of the couch and looking at the elevator in front of us.
“It's a nickname”, he answered.
“What? No way!”, I exclaimed. “That sounds nothing like Dimitri, a nickname for Dimitri is Mitri, Dimi or something like that. Not Dimka.”
“It is in Russia”, he grinned.
“But you're not in Russia”, I pointed out.
“But I was born there”, he laughed.
“You were?”, I asked. “I didn't know that.”
“You do now”, he smiled.
He lazily draped an arm around my waist, perfect timing because the elevator made a 'ding' noise and the doors slid open to reveal four woman and … one boy? What the hell? Who was he?
“Dimka!”, they all exclaimed and smiled brightly.
They stormed towards us, ready to hug Dimitri. Dimitri was kind enough to meet them half way, so I wouldn't get run over. They all hugged him tight, gushed about he had changed and how long it had been and stuff like that. When all of them were finished, the little boy got his chance. He jumped into Dimitri's arm and laughed like crazy. Then his eyes settle on me and he frowned. He drew back and looked at Dimitri, still in his arms. Dimitri held him in his hip and smiled down at him.
“Dimitri”, he whisper shouted.
He probably didn't want me to hear him, but failed miserably.
“Who is the really pretty girl over there?”, he asked.
Dimitri laughed lightly and smiled at me.
“Well Paul, that's my wife”, Dimitri told him with an easy smile and even I believed him.
“Wife?”, Paul asked confused.
Dimitri nodded and explained to him what that meant, to be married and to have a wife and such. His whole family and I all looked at him, listening to his every word and smiling at Paul when he understood something.
“So she's my new aunt?”, he ask excitedly. “Put me down, uncle Dimka! Put me down, I want to hug her!”
all the woman in the room laughed at Paul, but Dimitri frowned a little.
“Maybe you should ask her first”, he reminded him, while setting him down.
But Paul didn't listen to him, instead he smiled a big goofy grin and ran over to me. I thought he would stop before me, but he didn't. He jumped at me, liked he did with Dimitri His arms wrapped around my neck, his legs around my waist. I wasn't expecting the jump and stumble backwards, against the couch and falling over it. Luckily I landed on the soft cushion of it with Paul on top of me.
“Rose!”, Dimitri shouted, while the other girls shouted Paul's name.
“Aunty Roza”, Paul screamed in my ear, it actually hurt. “You're funny, can we do that again?”
He smiled such an easy smile, looking adorable and naive like only a child could. I couldn't help but laugh as well.
“Sure we can, Paul, but you have to get off of me first”, I giggled.
“Yay!”, he screamed and jumped off of me, bouncing in front of the couch up and down.
He still grinned at me and grinned right back. You just had to love this little boy. He was probably around 7 or 8 and looked like a little Dimitri, but only the color if his eyes and his hair, otherwise he didn't look like Dimitri.
“Paul”, Dimitri called. “Let's play later, your mum, grand mum and aunts have to meet Roza as well.”
Dimitri, the voice of reason, who would have thought? But I could see him being a dad, holding our – What the hell?! Stop!
“No!”, Paul squeaked. “She's mine!”
And with that Paul ran at me again and threw his arms around my waist hugging me tight, his head pressing into my stomach. Out of instinct my arms wrapped around him, too and I tried to calm him down.
“Ehm, how about we all sit down and Paul can sit on my lap?”, I suggested. “That okay with everyone?”
I wasn't sure which of Dimitri's sister was his mother, so I didn't want to just tell her I would take her son. That would be way out of line and I didn't want that!
“Please, mummy?”, Paul asked and pouted at who I think was his mum.
“Of course, honey”, she smiled at him. “You sure you okay with that?”
She looked at me, smiling but raising an eyebrow. I nodded smiling and we all went to sit down in our living room. Dimitri came to my side, whispering in my ear.
“You're doing great”, he whispered and squeezed my shoulder.
We all sat down. Dimitri's mother sat on the armchair, his three sister on one of the couches, and Dimitri, Paul and I on the other one. Dimitri beside me, his arm on the backrest of the couch behind me and Paul on my lap.
“So everybody, meet Roza, my wife”, Dimitri started, smiling proudly down at me.
I gave him a small shy smile in return. His sisters giggled and his mother smiled kindly at me.
“It's nice to meet you in person”, she said.
“Likewise, Olena”, I smiled back.
“Oh thank God”, Olena gushed. “And I thought you would start the whole 'Mrs Belikov'-thing again. I hate that!”
We all laughed lightly. Then Dimitri's sister all introduced themselves to me. They all looked pretty much the same, just different ages. All had the same big brown eyes, that reminded me of Dimitri so much and identified them all as a Belikov. The all had brown hair. The oldest the darkest, the youngest the lightest brown.
The oldest sister – Karolina – was Paul's mum. I would meet her husband - Erik - later on. Sonya, the second eldest, but still older than Dimitri was pregnant, but you couldn't tell at this moment. If you knew you saw the little baby bump, but if you didn't it wasn't noticeable. The father wasn't mentioned, so I didn't ask about him either and I think she was glad I didn't. The youngest, a year younger than me, was Viktoria. They all seemed nice and didn't scrutinized me with their eyes.
“So Rose, I'm sorry to ask this, but did my brother knock you up?”, Viktoria asked.
“Vika!”, Dimitri yelled, while I choked on air.
Well she didn't beat around the bush, I thought.
“Why should Uncle Dimka knock on Aunty Roza?”, Paul asked. “You only knock on doors”
I couldn't help myself and giggled. Olena joined me, but tried to hide it behind her hand. Viktoria laughed openly and Karolina frowned at her sister.
“Was that really necessary?”, she asked Viktoria. “How do I explain this to him?”
“Not my problem”, Viktoria shrugged. “So, did he?”
“No”, I replied quickly and looked down, blushing.
Dimitri leaned over and kissed my temple.
“I'm sorry”, he whispered in my ear.
I smiled up at him, telling him it was okay. It wasn't, really, this was embarrassing, but what could I do about it? So I just shook it off and smiled.
“What did you tell her?”, Viktoria asked.
“I bet something naughty”, Karolina teased.
“Dimka, with your family in the same room!”, Sonya said disapprovingly, faking shock.
Dimitri let his head fall on my shoulder, breathing a deep breath, while I giggled.
“Stop laughing at me”, he mumbled on my shoulder.
His breath again, fanned over my skin, goosebumps breaking out all over my skin. Whenever he was this near, I could smell his cologne and was more than aware of Dimitri's body heat.
I still giggled and let my head fall on his.
“Couldn't resist”, I whispered back, so the others didn't hear me.
“You'll regret this later”, he mumbled.
He kissed my shoulder, I felt his smirk at first on my shoulder and could then see it on his face and I knew that whatever he had in mind would be something I didn't like. To top it all off he winked at me and seemed pretty proud of himself.
“Honestly!”, Viktoria snapped. “Stop talking dirty to each other, we're present!”
“We know”, Dimitri replied still smirking, looking straight at me and again I blushed.
Stupid blushing! Stupid body reactions, I couldn't control!
“Dimitri”, his mother chastised him.
“Sorry”, he mumbled and looked down.
Awww, I thought. How cute, he was a little mama's boy!
“Awww, you're mummy's little boy”, I gushed.
“Careful, Roza!”, Dimitri warned and glared at me
“He's always been”, Olena smiled proudly. “When he was five, he always -”
“No, mum”, Dimitri whined. “Come on, please don't tell that story. I want her to stay married to me, not divorce me after such a short time. Don't do this to me!”
“Hush!”, Olena shushed. “This is a lovely story and she will love it.”
“No she won't”, Dimitri replied.
“Yes, she will”, I interrupted.
Whatever this story was about, I wanted to know right now, when Dimitri was so against me hearing it! But Dimitri wasn't having any of it. He glared at me and shook his head furiously.
“No!”, he said. “No way!”
His arm came from the armrest down on my shoulders and he squeezed my shoulder to tell me to shut up, but this was way to much fun.
“Oh my God!”, Viktoria yelled suddenly.
“What?”, Olena asked surprised.
“Damn”, Sonya said as well.
And I suddenly realized where they were looking at.
“Dimitri”, I snapped quietly. “Your hand.”
He furrowed his eyebrows at me. I moved the shoulder underneath his hand and he felt the silky material of the scarf in his hand.
“Crap!”, he said with wide eyes.
He practically pounced on me, totally forgetting Paul, trying to cover my neck again. He couldn't have been more obvious. While he jumped on me, Paul squeaked and fell off of my lap on to the ground. Dimitri almost straddled me, trying to catch the scarf he so cleverly just threw behind the couch with his jumping around. When he finally caught it and looked back at me, he realized the situation we were in and looked at me with wide eyes and I think he even blushed a little.
“Dimka”, Olena said calm. “You okay there?”
“Get off of my new Aunty, Uncle Dimka!”, Paul yelled. “It's not polite to jump on a girl and grope her!”
All the Belikov woman in the room burst out laughing and I couldn't help but giggle as well. Dimitri seemed really uncomfortable and I saw him squeezing his eyes shut, but it didn't help anything.
“If you want to kiss her you have to ask”, Paul ranted on. “You can't just push me off her and jump on her like a dog!”
Hell, why did I just do that? Why couldn't I get the sound of her moaning out of my head? Why could I still feel her nails digging into my shoulder blades? My thoughts kept spinning while I walked to the locker rooms. Class had ended already.
My thoughts kept spinning around and around and I didn't hear the footsteps behind my back. Suddenly there was a weight on my back. Who the hell just jumped on someone's back out of nowhere? I asked myself. I could feel it was a girl. Almost instinctive I wrapped my hands around the girls legs and felt the smooth skin of the girl's thighs. And just because of the feeling of the skin, I knew it was Rose on my back. She slung her arms around my neck to hold on to me.
“What the -?”, I started, but stopped immediately.
Only a second after I grabbed Rose's thighs her lips where now on my neck and she sucked hard. My eyes widened in shock and I stumbled forward, barely able to keep myself from shivering and crashing down on the track.
“Ungh”, I moaned and closed my eyes.
I couldn't do anything else, I enjoyed this way too much and I didn't care what others or Rose might think, I just wanted for her to stay like this forever. Her arms squeezed a little tighter and she started sucking on my neck from a different angle and hell, it felt amazing!
“Ungh, shit Roza”, I moaned and gripped her thighs tighter.
I could feel her smirk on my skin, but I didn't care that I was puddy in her hands right now. If this was what I would get in return, I would gladly be her dog, if she wanted me to be.
But suddenly the sensations where all gone and Rose slid down my back. She ran pass me and I couldn't help but stand there perplexed, frowning after her. Just before she went into the girl's locker room she turned around smirked.
“Payback's a bitch”, she winked.
A grin broke out of my face and I laughed. Shaking my head I made my way to the boy's locker room. I was one of the last one's to arrive, not that that bothered me. While I was rummaging through my locker, every one grew deadly silent. I turned around and saw all the guys staring at me.
“What?”, I barked.
“You let her mark you?”, Ivan asked astonished.
Confused I looked around me. Mark me? Oh right, I thought. Rose.
“Yeah, so what?”, I asked shrugging and turned around.
“Dude, you let nobody mark you. You never did, like ever”, Luke stated.
True, I thought, I didn't. But this was different, this was Rose. Plus, I didn't really had a choice, did I?
“And you marked her”, Luke piped out. “You never claim someone to be yours.”
“Well”, I growled. “Since you douche-bags couldn't help but grope my wife and make comments about her ass I had to do something! It's not like you would have listened to me, when I told you to stop it! I don't have the time to all punch you in the face! So be smart, shut up and stay out of my business!”
-o-o-o- Thrown into his World -o-o-o-
Rose
I pulled my top over my head and sighed. The girls around me whispered among themselves, about me, again. Whatever they said, I couldn't understand a word and it was seriously frustrating.
“Okay, what?!”, I yelled finally and turned around to all the other girls.
The stopped whispering all together and looked at me with wide eyes and open mouths.
“If you want to know something, then ask!”, I sneered impatient.
“He marked you”, a girl to my left said.
She had long red hair, pulled up in a high pony tail. She wore way too much Make-Up, but I could imagine her being prettier without that much. But it was her choice, not mine. She was taller than me, really skinny and pale with bright blue eyes.
“And he let you mark him”, she continued like it was a world mystery.
In her voice were admiration, wonder, jealousy and sadness and she looked at me, like I was a math conclusion and she wanted to sort me out, badly!
“So?”, I asked.
“He never marks someone”, another blond girl replied. “He has one night stands, just flings. He never has had a girlfriend before, God knows we all tried. But he tells every girl that he is just a guy for a night. He doesn't want to remember his one night stands, so he never marks someone.”
“And he never lets someone mark him”, a brunette continued. “That shows he is off the market, not the womanizer he is, but serious and in a relationship. He isn't that type of guy who shows this kind of stuff. Hell, he yelled at me for minutes when I tried it!”
“Girls, back off!”, a black haired girl snapped. “Come on, they are married, what did you think? That you all still had a chance with him? Stop being so pathetic and leave the girl alone!”
Whoever this girl was, she seemed to have no power at this school, because nobody listened to her. But I saw some girls looking at her with disgust or ignore her. I didn't understand why, but I was glad she had attempted to help me.
“Thanks”, I told her.
She had left the locker room before me, but I could catch up to her. She was smoking a cigarette and stomped it out when I was talking to her.
“Don't”, she snapped and turned around, leaving me standing.
“Hey!”, I called and caught up with her again. “Why not, I am grateful. That was really nice of you to -”
“Okay, listen here!”, she snarled and stopped abruptly, facing me. “I don't like you and I didn't do it to help you or anything. The thing is: Dimitri is not a man who stays with one girl. This marriage with you? He will soon realize it was a mistake, because you obviously don't belong into this world! He will get tired of you soon enough and then he will come crawling back to me. I just got rid of the competition, okay? I'm the only girl who wasn't a one night stand for him and I won't make room for you. I don't know how you tricked him into this marriage, but it won't last, I'll make sure of it!”
The girl in front of me kept staring in to my eyes, she threw me one disgusted look and then stormed of. I looked after her with wide eyes and shock clearly written all over my face. How could she? How dare she says this to me? And who the hell was she to tell me this?
“Hey!”, I yelled.
The girl turned around again and glared at me. Her piercing blue eyes turning cold.
“Who the hell are you, bitch?”, I snarled.
I don't know where the confidence came from, but I used this anger build up inside of me, to stand tall and glare right back at the girl.
“Tasha Ozera”, she smirked. “Head cheerleader and soon to be 'Belikov'. Or in other words: Soon to be you, just better.”
-o-o-o- Thrown Into His World -o-o-o-
“Here”, Dimitri said and threw something at me.
A scarf was now draped over my lap. It was beautiful a deep blood red, smooth and shiny. Dimitri walked up in down in front of me, his arms behind his back. He was obviously nervous.
“Thanks, I guess?”, I asked.
“For your neck”, Dimitri explained. “You know, because of, well- , you know what I mean.”
He gestured to his own neck, which was covered with his collar, at least enough to hide the hickey I had left there. He wore a white T-Shirt, a black blazer and dark jeans. A little more formal, because his mum and three sisters were coming over. They wanted to meet me and they hadn't seen Dimitri in two months apparently. They came here to drink tee and eat cake with us. This evening the rest of Dimitri's and my family would join the party and we would celebrate at the Belikov's. Dimitri told me he wanted to drive with me, alone. He said he knew his sisters or his mother would try to convince me otherwise, so he told me beforehand.
“Smart”, I muttered and wrapped the scarf around my neck to hide the dark blue-purple hickey.
What would that have been like. 'Oh hi Mrs Belikov, oh yeah that, that was your son, while he lay on top of me, both of us moaning like crazy. It was actually fun, felt amazing. Your son is very talented, he must have that from you.' Yeah? NO!
“Thanks”, Dimitri mumbled and ran hand for the hundredth time through his hair.
“Dimitri”, I tried so sound soft and caring. “Calm down, I should be the one worrying about meeting your mum, not the other way around. And it's not even my mum, but yours.”
“You don't understand”, he shook his head. “It's not my mum I'm worried about, it's my -”
Buzz Buzz
Buzz Buzz
Both of our heads snapped to the doors of the elevator. If you didn't have a key for the elevator, you needed to ring a bell in the lobby. It sounded more like a electronic buzz, than a ringing bell.
Sighing Dimitri made his way to the elevator and pressed a button.
“Hello?”, he asked, his voice strong and confident, nothing like the nervous wreck he was inside.
“It's us, Dimka!”, a young girl – that was not Olena – chirped excitedly.
Without another word Dimitri pressed the button that allowed his family to come up to our apartment.
“Ready?”, I asked.
“No”, he laughed without humor. “Not really.”
“Well, how about I keep your mind off of them?”, I asked and raised my eyebrows.
He – like the God he was – raised only one eyebrow.
“Why did she call you Dimka?”
Dimitri chuckled and seemed to relax a little. He gave me an easy smile and came to my side. We both leaned against the couch behind us, half sitting on the backrest of the couch and looking at the elevator in front of us.
“It's a nickname”, he answered.
“What? No way!”, I exclaimed. “That sounds nothing like Dimitri, a nickname for Dimitri is Mitri, Dimi or something like that. Not Dimka.”
“It is in Russia”, he grinned.
“But you're not in Russia”, I pointed out.
“But I was born there”, he laughed.
“You were?”, I asked. “I didn't know that.”
“You do now”, he smiled.
He lazily draped an arm around my waist, perfect timing because the elevator made a 'ding' noise and the doors slid open to reveal four woman and … one boy? What the hell? Who was he?
“Dimka!”, they all exclaimed and smiled brightly.
They stormed towards us, ready to hug Dimitri. Dimitri was kind enough to meet them half way, so I wouldn't get run over. They all hugged him tight, gushed about he had changed and how long it had been and stuff like that. When all of them were finished, the little boy got his chance. He jumped into Dimitri's arm and laughed like crazy. Then his eyes settle on me and he frowned. He drew back and looked at Dimitri, still in his arms. Dimitri held him in his hip and smiled down at him.
“Dimitri”, he whisper shouted.
He probably didn't want me to hear him, but failed miserably.
“Who is the really pretty girl over there?”, he asked.
Dimitri laughed lightly and smiled at me.
“Well Paul, that's my wife”, Dimitri told him with an easy smile and even I believed him.
“Wife?”, Paul asked confused.
Dimitri nodded and explained to him what that meant, to be married and to have a wife and such. His whole family and I all looked at him, listening to his every word and smiling at Paul when he understood something.
“So she's my new aunt?”, he ask excitedly. “Put me down, uncle Dimka! Put me down, I want to hug her!”
all the woman in the room laughed at Paul, but Dimitri frowned a little.
“Maybe you should ask her first”, he reminded him, while setting him down.
But Paul didn't listen to him, instead he smiled a big goofy grin and ran over to me. I thought he would stop before me, but he didn't. He jumped at me, liked he did with Dimitri His arms wrapped around my neck, his legs around my waist. I wasn't expecting the jump and stumble backwards, against the couch and falling over it. Luckily I landed on the soft cushion of it with Paul on top of me.
“Rose!”, Dimitri shouted, while the other girls shouted Paul's name.
“Aunty Roza”, Paul screamed in my ear, it actually hurt. “You're funny, can we do that again?”
He smiled such an easy smile, looking adorable and naive like only a child could. I couldn't help but laugh as well.
“Sure we can, Paul, but you have to get off of me first”, I giggled.
“Yay!”, he screamed and jumped off of me, bouncing in front of the couch up and down.
He still grinned at me and grinned right back. You just had to love this little boy. He was probably around 7 or 8 and looked like a little Dimitri, but only the color if his eyes and his hair, otherwise he didn't look like Dimitri.
“Paul”, Dimitri called. “Let's play later, your mum, grand mum and aunts have to meet Roza as well.”
Dimitri, the voice of reason, who would have thought? But I could see him being a dad, holding our – What the hell?! Stop!
“No!”, Paul squeaked. “She's mine!”
And with that Paul ran at me again and threw his arms around my waist hugging me tight, his head pressing into my stomach. Out of instinct my arms wrapped around him, too and I tried to calm him down.
“Ehm, how about we all sit down and Paul can sit on my lap?”, I suggested. “That okay with everyone?”
I wasn't sure which of Dimitri's sister was his mother, so I didn't want to just tell her I would take her son. That would be way out of line and I didn't want that!
“Please, mummy?”, Paul asked and pouted at who I think was his mum.
“Of course, honey”, she smiled at him. “You sure you okay with that?”
She looked at me, smiling but raising an eyebrow. I nodded smiling and we all went to sit down in our living room. Dimitri came to my side, whispering in my ear.
“You're doing great”, he whispered and squeezed my shoulder.
We all sat down. Dimitri's mother sat on the armchair, his three sister on one of the couches, and Dimitri, Paul and I on the other one. Dimitri beside me, his arm on the backrest of the couch behind me and Paul on my lap.
“So everybody, meet Roza, my wife”, Dimitri started, smiling proudly down at me.
I gave him a small shy smile in return. His sisters giggled and his mother smiled kindly at me.
“It's nice to meet you in person”, she said.
“Likewise, Olena”, I smiled back.
“Oh thank God”, Olena gushed. “And I thought you would start the whole 'Mrs Belikov'-thing again. I hate that!”
We all laughed lightly. Then Dimitri's sister all introduced themselves to me. They all looked pretty much the same, just different ages. All had the same big brown eyes, that reminded me of Dimitri so much and identified them all as a Belikov. The all had brown hair. The oldest the darkest, the youngest the lightest brown.
The oldest sister – Karolina – was Paul's mum. I would meet her husband - Erik - later on. Sonya, the second eldest, but still older than Dimitri was pregnant, but you couldn't tell at this moment. If you knew you saw the little baby bump, but if you didn't it wasn't noticeable. The father wasn't mentioned, so I didn't ask about him either and I think she was glad I didn't. The youngest, a year younger than me, was Viktoria. They all seemed nice and didn't scrutinized me with their eyes.
“So Rose, I'm sorry to ask this, but did my brother knock you up?”, Viktoria asked.
“Vika!”, Dimitri yelled, while I choked on air.
Well she didn't beat around the bush, I thought.
“Why should Uncle Dimka knock on Aunty Roza?”, Paul asked. “You only knock on doors”
I couldn't help myself and giggled. Olena joined me, but tried to hide it behind her hand. Viktoria laughed openly and Karolina frowned at her sister.
“Was that really necessary?”, she asked Viktoria. “How do I explain this to him?”
“Not my problem”, Viktoria shrugged. “So, did he?”
“No”, I replied quickly and looked down, blushing.
Dimitri leaned over and kissed my temple.
“I'm sorry”, he whispered in my ear.
I smiled up at him, telling him it was okay. It wasn't, really, this was embarrassing, but what could I do about it? So I just shook it off and smiled.
“What did you tell her?”, Viktoria asked.
“I bet something naughty”, Karolina teased.
“Dimka, with your family in the same room!”, Sonya said disapprovingly, faking shock.
Dimitri let his head fall on my shoulder, breathing a deep breath, while I giggled.
“Stop laughing at me”, he mumbled on my shoulder.
His breath again, fanned over my skin, goosebumps breaking out all over my skin. Whenever he was this near, I could smell his cologne and was more than aware of Dimitri's body heat.
I still giggled and let my head fall on his.
“Couldn't resist”, I whispered back, so the others didn't hear me.
“You'll regret this later”, he mumbled.
He kissed my shoulder, I felt his smirk at first on my shoulder and could then see it on his face and I knew that whatever he had in mind would be something I didn't like. To top it all off he winked at me and seemed pretty proud of himself.
“Honestly!”, Viktoria snapped. “Stop talking dirty to each other, we're present!”
“We know”, Dimitri replied still smirking, looking straight at me and again I blushed.
Stupid blushing! Stupid body reactions, I couldn't control!
“Dimitri”, his mother chastised him.
“Sorry”, he mumbled and looked down.
Awww, I thought. How cute, he was a little mama's boy!
“Awww, you're mummy's little boy”, I gushed.
“Careful, Roza!”, Dimitri warned and glared at me
“He's always been”, Olena smiled proudly. “When he was five, he always -”
“No, mum”, Dimitri whined. “Come on, please don't tell that story. I want her to stay married to me, not divorce me after such a short time. Don't do this to me!”
“Hush!”, Olena shushed. “This is a lovely story and she will love it.”
“No she won't”, Dimitri replied.
“Yes, she will”, I interrupted.
Whatever this story was about, I wanted to know right now, when Dimitri was so against me hearing it! But Dimitri wasn't having any of it. He glared at me and shook his head furiously.
“No!”, he said. “No way!”
His arm came from the armrest down on my shoulders and he squeezed my shoulder to tell me to shut up, but this was way to much fun.
“Oh my God!”, Viktoria yelled suddenly.
“What?”, Olena asked surprised.
“Damn”, Sonya said as well.
And I suddenly realized where they were looking at.
“Dimitri”, I snapped quietly. “Your hand.”
He furrowed his eyebrows at me. I moved the shoulder underneath his hand and he felt the silky material of the scarf in his hand.
“Crap!”, he said with wide eyes.
He practically pounced on me, totally forgetting Paul, trying to cover my neck again. He couldn't have been more obvious. While he jumped on me, Paul squeaked and fell off of my lap on to the ground. Dimitri almost straddled me, trying to catch the scarf he so cleverly just threw behind the couch with his jumping around. When he finally caught it and looked back at me, he realized the situation we were in and looked at me with wide eyes and I think he even blushed a little.
“Dimka”, Olena said calm. “You okay there?”
“Get off of my new Aunty, Uncle Dimka!”, Paul yelled. “It's not polite to jump on a girl and grope her!”
All the Belikov woman in the room burst out laughing and I couldn't help but giggle as well. Dimitri seemed really uncomfortable and I saw him squeezing his eyes shut, but it didn't help anything.
“If you want to kiss her you have to ask”, Paul ranted on. “You can't just push me off her and jump on her like a dog!”
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