The following Romitri one-shots are pure smut. Romantic smut. Smut-mance? Yes. I'm going to call it smut-mance.

If you've clicked on this title expecting gripping storylines & plot twists you are in the wrong place. If you want to get a bit horny, read on!

Creative Workaround #1

'Comrade?'

'Hmm?' he murmured against my shoulder. Dimitri normally headed straight for the fold-out couch after changing my dressings, but tonight he hung around – easing carefully onto the bed to lie beside me and draping one hand over my stomach.

I shifted slightly on the mountain of pillows I was propped up on so I could get a better look at him, my eyes tracking over his shoulders and biceps as he unconsciously taunted me in a tight black singlet and a pair of boxers. 'It's been ten days.'

'Since what?'

He knew damn well what I was talking about. 'Since the hotel.' Since you admitted you still loved me and showed me just how much with that smoking hot body of yours.

'Oh. That.' He was trying to act cool but I knew it bothered him too.

'Well, ten days a pretty shitty track record, don't you think? I thought couples were only supposed to lose interest in having sex with one another when they got old.'

'I am old, remember.'

Smart ass. 'No. Like forty old. We're in the prime of our lives. We should be going at it like rabbits.' I twined my nearest foot between his legs, trying to get a response.

He dropped a tiny, annoying kiss to my shoulder. 'If you hadn't gotten shot saving the life of Queen Vasilisa, we would almost certainly be going at it like rabbits, but considering the circumstances it's not going to happen, Roza. You're under doctor's orders to stay on complete bedrest until your wound has healed.'

'Doctors know shit, comrade. Haven't you heard about endorphins – those feel-good hormones you get from sex and chocolate? Give me a couple doses of those and I'll be back on my feet in no time!'

'Would you like me to get you some chocolate?'

'Have sex with me and then get me some chocolate,' I suggested stubbornly.

He laughed – actually laughed at me – the bastard. 'I'm not having sex with you, Roza. You've had major surgery. I know the dhampir genes are assisting with your recovery, but I don't think we should take the risk of causing any further damage. Just wait a few more days and then we'll see what the doctor says.'

I wasn't going to last a few more days. It didn't matter how awesome our Court apartment was or how many friends visited to help pass the time. I was going stir crazy. What did they call it in the old days? Hysteria. I was so bored and desperate for sex with my insanely attractive boyfriend I was going to end up hysterical.

'Fine. No sex then,' I suppose he had a point - my chest was still pretty sore. 'But there's got to be some... creative workarounds we could try?' I suggested hopefully. I knew I was grasping at straws but I was seriously ready to give anything a go.

'What do you mean?' Dimitri's expression was not encouraging.

I rolled gingerly onto my side and ran my hand down his arm, watching the hairs stand up as his skin prickled at my touch.

'So you're just worried about doing something to physically agitate the wound right?'

'You are quite… energetic when it comes to lovemaking,' his eyes darkened lustfully.

'You have a way of inspiring me,' I grinned, then sobered a little, my breathing accelerating as I figured out what I was trying to say. 'I wonder if you could find a way to inspire me without using the Russian demi-god,' I glanced meaningfully at his crotch.

Dimitri's cheeks flushed. 'You're not seriously going to call it that, are you?'

'You know you like it,' I gave him a cheeky rub through his boxers, then immediately wished I hadn't. I was right. He did like it. But that only made it worse. There was action going on in Dimitri's pants and I wasn't going to get any of it. I squeezed my eyes closed and groaned in frustration, wishing I hadn't thrown out the vibrator Christian gave me last Christmas as a joke (after I tested it out of course – waste not, want not).

There was a shift of movement on the bed and I had to fight off a full-body spasm when I felt my Russian god press closer to me, grinding his steadily swelling cock against my thigh. 'You have no idea how long I've been wanting to inspire you, Roza,' his voice was husky in my ear.

I almost came right then.

'How long? Tell me,' I groaned softly, rolling away from him so I could feel his growing arousal rubbing against my bum.

'Do you remember the day we added the skipping rope station into your cardio routine?' he continued to rock his hips at a leisurely pace, extending a hand down to grip me behind the knee and sliding his open palm up the back of my thigh until he was cupping my ass.

'I was so turned on watching your body jiggle I had to take a bathroom break to sort myself out.'

My eyeslashes had fallen closed but they flew wide open at this unexpected revelation. 'But that was only a week after you started mentoring me! Are you telling me that you were having a sneaky wank in the bathroom while your innocent student was outside diligently following your instructions?'

He stilled, offended. 'No I wasn't wanking. I just needed a minute to compose myself. And for the record, you were anything but innocent. You intentionally dropped the rope three times just so you could wave your butt in my face while you bent to pick it up,' he gave my cheek a squeeze to emphasise his point.

A naughty smile spread across my face. 'Well I couldn't have you getting bored during our sessions, could I? Do you know how unprofessional it is for a teacher to read a book during class, comrade? I probably saved you from getting into serious trouble with Alberta!'

He buried his face into my neck and ground against me again – slow and intentional. 'You caused me more trouble than you could possibly imagine.'

If I wasn't already aching for him, the rough tickle of his stubble on my shoulder and the insistent nudging of his cock from behind had me wet and greedy for more. Without thinking, I bucked my hips back to meet his. A very bad idea. Pain blossomed across my chest and I yelped as the stitches pulled tight.

'Fuck, Roza,' Dimitri hissed, pulling back immediately – not the way I hoped to hear him say those words tonight.

The pain was already receding. 'Don't stop. Please,' I turned my head to look at him, desperation in my eyes. I wasn't above begging. 'I need this. I need you.'

I was certain he'd refuse. Any second now, he'd launch into a lecture about the impact of wound care on long term rehabilitation and spend the rest of the night on the sofa-bed with his head buried in one of those stupid western novels, but to my shock his hand settled on my hip; pushing my pyjama shorts down a few inches to knead the naked flesh beneath his fingers.

'You're not the only one,' he groaned, sliding his hand down to squeeze the top of my thigh before roving back up to draw teasing circles on my stomach, just beneath the hem of my tank-top.

God yes. I shifted carefully, hoping I'd be able to reach his fun bits from this angle, but he shook his head, redeploying his right arm across my body; essentially pinning me to the mattress.

'Don't. Move,' he commanded, holding me there until he felt me relax. 'Let me attend to your needs, Roza. I can take care of myself later.'

I seriously doubted I'd be able to lie still with the mental images that were currently forming in my mind. 'Do you take care of yourself often, comrade?' my breath was shaky as his fingers resumed their exploration of my stomach and his hips made slow strokes against my ass.

He was quiet for a minute, concentrating on his task, and I thought he wasn't going to answer when I felt the warmth of his breath against my ear. 'Every morning we've been apart.'

His admission sent a wave of moist heat cresting between my legs and I whimpered as his hand moved higher, bypassing the bandages to fondle my breasts.

'What do you...,' my eyes flickered shut and the breath rushed out of me as he rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, increasing the pressure until my whole body was humming like an electric current. 'What do you think about when you do that?'

And with that one, tentative question, we hurtled into uncharted territory.

Thinking back to all of our previous sexual encounters (which, depressingly, I could list on one hand) we'd never really had the opportunity to take our time and find out exactly what the other person liked in the bedroom department. We'd just relied on our bodies to guide us, and afterwards life always managed to get in the way (which either meant being forced to deny our feelings for the sake of Dimitri's job or my place at the academy, or the whole world went to shit and we had to go and clean up the mess).

But now things were different. There was no drama threatening to drag us away - no urgency except the lure of our own cravings. I know this was probably pushing about a million of Dimitri's personal boundaries but now we were officially together I didn't want any more secrets or spaces between us. I wanted him to open up to me completely. I wanted to know what turned him on.

'You, Roza,' he growled softly in my ear, 'always you.' He tucked his left arm under my shoulders and shifted me so my body was flush against his - my weight supported by his chest. When I was secure in his arms, he snaked a hand between my legs, stroking me feverishly through the fabric of my cotton sleep shorts.

'I think about the times we've been together. The cabin... the expression on your face when I took you for the very first time.'

I moaned as my own private memories merged with the fantasy he was creating for me and the reality of what he was doing with his fingers.

'...The lust charm.'

His hand swept down my inner thigh then inched its way back up, pushing the cotton barrier aside to slide a finger between my lips, my Russian god groaning at the discovery of how wet he'd made me.

'Sometimes...,' he dropped his lips to the pulse point on my neck, '...sometimes I think about what it felt like drinking your blood. I'll regret what I did when I was strigoi for the rest of my life,' his voice was constricted with guilt and longing, 'but a part of me still wants to consume you. To be connected with you so deeply you're physically a part of me.'

My shallow, panting breaths turned into mewling cries as he pushed my hair aside, his tongue lapping at my neck over the scars where he had bitten me. I was haunted by the same dark memories and even though I knew it was wrong to be aroused at the idea of fooling around with a strigoi I couldn't suppress the lust that swirled and churned in the pit of my stomach at the sensations he was eliciting.

'Keep still, Roza,' he reminded me, his own breathing unsteady - using his arm to restrain me as he continued to tease at the apex of my legs; his swollen cock pressing against my ass to the rhythm of his fingers.

'Fuck, Dimitri. Don't stop,' I whimpered. If I wasn't trapped inside my own skin I would have slid out of his arms like water.

He bit down roughly, thrusting two fingers deep and slow within me, keeping me immobilised with the heel of his hand. 'I never want to stop pleasuring you.'

I jerked up in sweet agony - numb to the shimmer of pain radiating through my chest - and he held me tightly; one hand busy between my legs, the other tugging at a nipple while he kissed and licked a path along my jawline.

'But the one memory I never grow tired of?' he pulled out suddenly, returning to stroke the swollen, over-sensitive bud that was straining out from within my folds. 'The first time you floored me when we were sparring. The sight of you straddling me - sweaty from our fight, hair escaping from your pony tail, that look of triumph on your face as you held your wooden stake to my heart - that was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life.'

Oh fuck. Another wave of heat rolled through my stomach and my legs started to quiver. I loved it when he swore. He only did it when we were alone together. It was how I knew he was just as out of control as I was. The hand on my breast disappeared and it took a minute for my sex-drugged brain to figure out that he was touching himself, rubbing up and down to match the quick, light motion of his fingers on my clit. Fucking fuck.

'That was the day I realised you were my match in every way and that I wanted you, despite all the things that were keeping us apart. I wanted to love you and make love to you, and hear my name on your lips when I made you come.'

'Dimitriii,' it came out as a wail, the rippling sensations intensifying into wild, crashing waves of pleasure.

The moment I called his name he plunged back inside of me - pressing his thumb against my pulsing sex as my walls clenched tightly about his fingers - and I scrabbled weakly at the bedsheet, shivering in satisfaction at the ragged 'Fuck, Roza' that was whispered into my hair.

I was still coming down from the peak of it when a nudge from behind reminded me there was someone else still in need of attention.

'Is there something I can help you with, comrade?' I suggested, tilting my hips to press back against him.

'I can just take a shower,' he mumbled into my neck, though he made no move to leave.

'Don't go yet,' I insisted, resting my head on his chest; dragging his hand out of my pants and guiding it up to the curves of my chest.

'That's probably not such a good idea,' his other hand gripped my hip as he ground himself against me. 'I'm not sure I can hold myself back.'

A smile crept across my face and I eased myself out from under his touch, being careful not to irritate my chest wound as I shifted up onto the pillows.

'I don't want you to hold back,' my eyes swept greedily over his body, biting my lip as my gaze came to rest on the bulge that was tenting his boxers. A new creative workaround was already forming in my mind - something I'd fantasised about on more than one occasion - and I could tell by the self-conscious, hungry expression on his face that he had a fair idea of what I had planned for him.

Feeling very naughty, I ran a slow, meaningful look from Dimitri's hand to the delicious, straining outline of the Russian demi-god in his pants. 'You drive. I'll give the directions.'

Author's Note:

Yes? Leave me a little reivew if you liked it!

In the final chapter of Last Sacrifice, Rose mentioned that she and Dimitri tried some 'creative workarounds' while she was recovering from her gunshot wound. That always made me wonder what they got up to... now we know!

This one-shot was my submission to the recent fanfiction collaboration 'VA Valentine's Day One-Shot Compliation' - 12 short stories by 12 different VA fanfic authors. Click the link on my profile page if you want to check out the other stories too!

Thanks to reader interest and my own smutty mind, I will be publishing #2 very shortly. If you've read Deputy Belikov, you will not be surprised to learn that #2 involves a cowboy hat ;-)

Disclaimer: Thanks and acknowledgement to Richelle Mead for creating the characters & world of VA. She owns Romitri... the smut-mance is mine!