DPOV

It took him a moment before he realized what Rose had said, but I could see his body stiffen and all sexual tension was gone. He stepped back, his eyes landing on the flash-drive. I moved behind Rose, a solid wall of muscle, ready to take him in.

He was heading towards the door, but Rose nudged him into a nearby chair.

"I have no idea what you are talking about and if you don't release me now, I will make sure you will never work again."

She laughed as she ripped off the ring on her finger, revealing the real Rose. I followed suit and I saw the Moroi guys eyes widen as another part of him deflated.

Rose and I were famous enough that most people would recognize us on site. This man was no exception.

"I think we will get work just fine." Rose smiled at the man's earlier statement.

Rose sat down in the chair next to him and put the strap I had draped off of her shoulder back in place.

"So you are going to give us the names of your associate you met here earlier today and anyone else involved in this ridiculous scheme of yours. And who knows, you might actually see that frosty wife of yours again in twenty or thirty years. You don't cooperate… well, we all know the punishment for treason, don't we."

He was shaking in his boots. The man had become very pale and I wondered if he was going to stay continuous. He seemed on the verge of passing out. Then… he started crying.

"I didn't mean too. I didn't even want this. I don't have anything against the Queen, but he made me. I owed him a few favors and if I did this, then he would clear my balance. Please, I don't want to die."

Rose rolled her eyes, but this was a good thing. If he knew more about the operation, we could get any information from him. And it would be easier to take down any of the other players.

The man seemed to realize that his life was over. But a small smile appeared on his face.

"No chance of getting what I paid for, is there?" He said it more to himself than anybody else, but Rose still took offense. I wasn't in time to stop her when she pulled back her arm and knocked him out. The crunching sound coming from the impact indicated she had broken something. By the looks of it, his jaw.

The guy slumped forward in his seat. Rose clapped her hands over each other, as if as dusting them off. She walked over to me, that scary gleam of mischief in her eyes again. She trailed her hands over my bare chest in a similar manner as she had just done to the Moroi, but where there her movements were rigid and laced with disgust, here they were bursting with love and hunger.

"So we have time to finish this," she said as she wiggled her brows.

The idea had disgusted me before, but honestly, I was still hard from all the teasing, and I must admit completing the mission also gave me a certain high of satisfaction. But there was no way, I was touching Rose again until we were safely in our own bed in the privacy of our apartment.

Seeing my resolve on my face, she sighed but turned all business again.

"We need to call this in."

I nodded, shifting into guardian mode.

But first, we had to get out of here and get our clothes back on and find our communicators, currently in our lockers. I picked up the Moroi and flung him over my shoulders. He was surprisingly light. I think Rose weighed more than he did.

Rose opened the door and together we began to walk towards the locker room. The distance wasn't far and we had to pass a few rooms to get there. But all everyone could do was stare. Because Rose was walking in front of us with such authority and power that nobody dared touch us. They moved out of her way. She didn't give them any mind either. They may have drooled all over anonymous Yasmin, but as Royal Guardian Rose Hathaway they didn't even seem to notice she was scarcely dressed or she was meant to be a sex object, all they saw was a guardian regardless of her attire.

When we walked passed George and Stephanie I saw them stop and look at the spectacle. They had been farther along than we, but they weren't in the thrall of it yet, for which I was grateful. When my eyes locked with George's I could see the realization on his face that I had been disguised as Arkady. I couldn't be sure, but I think I saw him look disappointed and maybe even a bit betrayed. I could understand that. He had thought us similar, trying to be with the women we loved in a world that condemned us. But Rose and my own relationship was legendary, we had achieved what many couldn't. What he and Stephanie couldn't.

I averted my eyes and focused on the road ahead. Once we were in the locker room, I put down the limp body and Rose grabbed the intercom and signaled that we had a suspect in custody and we needed an extraction. Once she was finished, I threw here my sweater. We didn't have time to fully change, but I could protect her modesty a bit.

Having heard all the commotion Rhona came walking in, quite flustered. She took us in and she too recognized us. I didn't know if she was mad we had infiltrated her business or if she was proud she had had the legendary Rose Hathaway and Dimitri Belikov in her establishment. Behind her, I could see George. No matter his life now, once a Guardian, always a Guardian. I could see him taking in the scene and ascertaining threats.

Unfortunately, he was looking at Rose and me as the threat.

"You might want to get your clients out of here Rhona, Royal guardians will be coming soon and I doubt it would be good for business if they find half the royal families here."

The Guardians wouldn't care, but the gossip would go around for weeks.

Rhona nodded and huddled everyone away. I think I heard her murmur something about having been paid by that jackass more than enough for one night anyway. It made me a little curious as to what he had paid to watch us.

Everyone scrambled after that. Just before George and Stephanie left, I put my hand on his shoulder.

"I am sorry I lied. But if you ever need a way out, you can contact me."

I thought I saw his eyes soften a bit. He gave a small nod as he and Stephanie left in a hurry just before reinforcements arrived.

After a long night, I crashed down into our bed. The Moroi was being questioned at headquarters and I was told he was singing like a canary. He was giving up the main players and the flash-drive was being sent off to see what was on it, and who had made the copy.

Rose was in my arms. Now that the threat to Lissa was gone, the tension in her body had dissipated and she was able to relax. Her head was on my chest and she was leisurely stroking my thigh underneath the blankets. Although at any other time, the motion would have been a sexual encouragement, now it seemed to have to purpose to soothe and calm.

I was stroking her back in return, often grazing the edge of her butt in the process.

"It is kind of a shame we never got to finish," the stroking on my thigh becoming infinitely more dangerous.

I laughed a little.

"When would we have finished? Between that man ogling you, or maybe after you broke his jaw. Or maybe afterward in the dressing room with everyone staring at us?"

She shrugged.

"That was the point, wasn't it, to have people watch. It was what we got paid for."

She sounded almost disappointed we never got to the main event.

"We never got paid. We left before Rhona took out the checkbook."

Rose turned her head towards me, her hair draping over her shoulder. She looked down towards her chest that was still pressed against my own.

"Can we agree at least that these puppies saved our mission," for good measure she wiggled them a little bit. "The guy seems obsessed with these."

I shifted us a bit so she was more on her back. I grabbed one of her breasts in my hand and started to gently knead the globe.

"Well, they are exquisite."

I heard a small and incoherent 'aha' coming from Rose as she shifted her head back towards the pillow.

"And they are all mine." It had been hard for me to see all those men touching her, watching her, objectifying her. I knew for certain some of them would be taking that image back home to their wives in an attempt to make the act more agreeable. I was slightly comforted that most would imagine the image of Yasmin and not Rose, but seeing as we had revealed who we were at the end, I wouldn't put it past anyone of them that they would be imagining Rose instead. But at the end of the day, all they could do was imagine. They had to content themselves with the fading memory of a girl they will never again see like that. I had the real thing. She was mine to enjoy, to touch and to love. No one else will ever have that pleasure.

And what a pleasure it was. I bend my head to take the peak of her breast in my mouth, slowly sucking on the pink nub until it hardened under my touch. I rolled the nipple of the other breast in my other hand. Rose whimpered with a need only I would ever hear and only I would ever fulfill. She pressed her leg against my groin, but I doubt it was a conscious thought. Her eyes were closed as I continued to pay attention to the perfect specimens that indeed had made our mission a whole lot easier.

I left one breast as I wiggled my hand in between our bodies to touch her in her most intimate place. I had been teasing around it all night. Touching her leg and thigh, but now I was actually able to touch her where I wanted too, I let out a groan of satisfaction. My hand had been itching to touch her warm and damp heat all night and now that I slipped a finger inside of her, it felt at home.

I slowly brought my finger out before re-entering her again. I repeated the motion at an agonizingly slow speed. Her hips were moving, trying to ride my finger and trying to speed up my ministrations. But I purposely kept my finger still. She looked at me foully but my lips curved at the edges. I did, however, add a second finger to ensure an extra level of pleasure. But it didn't seem to satisfy her enough.

The scowl on her face made way for a smirk and she stretched her leg out, touching my semi-hard cock. At the gentle impact, it came to life and twitched in anticipation. She kept rubbing her leg back and forth, creating enough friction to arouse, but not enough to satisfy. Touché my Roza, Touché.

I pulled my fingers back, bend her leg down and out, so I nestled between her thighs and took her with great vigor. If my fingers had felt at home after the night we had, my cock was singing at being connected to her once more.

Even though hours had passed since our teasing session, we didn't need much. It was like our bodies had remembered the unrequited hunger we had attained in the sex club but had to be contained in order to do our jobs as guardians. Now that we were in the privacy of our own home, all that energy came out. I was none to gentle. I set a rigorous pace, slamming into her while I felt her walls clench and unclench in anticipation of the ultimate pleasure.

Something Rhona had said resonated with me. She had said, that missionary wasn't appreciated all night. And as I took in our bodies I understood why. Although the movements of our bodies left little to the imagination and the rhythmic movement in itself held a sexual appeal, our joining was obscured from any onlookers. Not that I would allow onlookers in our bedroom, but something in me possessed me to change positions to something that would display everything.

I moved Rose on top of me and facing away, her legs on the side of hips. She seemed to understand what I wanted and lowered herself onto me and leaned back a little, as I parted her legs as wide as I could. The movements of my hips together with her bouncing up and down made sure that with every passing you could see me sliding in and out of her. It wasn't visible to me. Rose was in the way. Rose would have been able to see a portion of it. I merely felt it as I touched where we joined. But if someone had been in this room, they would have had a front-row seat. Nothing would have been hidden from their view. Not the movement of my turgid member, not her wetness sucking me in. Not her breasts bouncing up and down. And eventually, they would have had a full view of my blowing up inside of her, part of me spilling at the seams as she too fell over the edge.

A few weeks later I walked towards Christian to start my shift. He and Lissa were at breakfast and Rose was already there, she had the early morning shift because Lissa had insisted on getting a few things done. I walked along the hallway of the palace and as I entered the Royal couples suite, George opened the door for me. He was now the night shift Guardian here in the palace. Not a glamorous job, but still he was a Guardian again and he was a guardian in the palace.

As I walked in, food was already on the table and Rose had started without me, again. But I couldn't blame here. Everything Stephanie makes was delicious. I would have nibbled on some stuff too before Rose would have arrived.

George had taken me up on my word and phoned me a few days after the incident. Rhona had decided to cool things down for a while. Despite her catering to bigot Moroi, being associated with a treater was bad for business. But this had put George and Stephanie out of a job. And seeing as we were responsible for their predicament I had pulled some strings and called in a few favors. George's record had been impeccable and I it was easy to get him a job here at the palace. Stephanie wasn't hard to get a job for either. She was an amazing cook and as it happens Lissa had needed a morning chef. She was always complaining that the kitchen of the palace didn't open early enough so that if she was working early, like today, she wouldn't have any food, other than the cereal in their suite. So I had suggested Stephanie. The hours were perfect because George did the night shift and would be coming off pretty much the same time Stephanie would hand of reigns to the kitchen for the day shift. And if the look on their faces was any indication, they seemed to be enjoying their new life.

I sat down next to Rose and grabbed a piece of French toast. It was such a simple breakfast but Stephanie always made something special out of it. And this was no exception. The toast was crunchy yet fluffy in the middle. The seasoning was just right, not too sweet and not too much cinnamon. Paired with the strawberries she had put out, it was definitely a better breakfast than anything I could make in our suite.

"I talked to Stephanie this morning. She and George want to come over. She wants to cook for us so they can thank us."

A seemingly normal sentence, but there was something in her voice I didn't quite like. Or maybe I did like it. Maybe I liked it a lot, but it was a weird tone to have at the breakfast table.

"I would like that, Stephanie is an amazing chef, she can cook for me anytime."

Now Rose laughed.

"Yes, she will cook, but they also want to thank us."

I looked at her confused, she already said that. Taking in my confused state she turned to me and added.

"They want to thank us." She wiggled her eyebrows for good measure and smiled that smile full of mischief.

Realization hit me as I understood their meaning. I had thought that George and Stephanie had been a victim of their circumstances and I think in a way they were, but they had taken their life in stride and had made the best of it. Even became good at what they did. I had seen earlier that George had found power in a demeaning position. It seemed they both had a willingness to thrive under hard circumstances and had picked up a few things along the road.

I would be grateful for the meal, but I wasn't interested in anything else. Rose, however, seemed rather intrigued. I raised an eyebrow.

"I asked her about how they would thank us, and Stephanie assured me it would original partners. So there will be no switching or whatever. Maybe Stephanie and I could fool around a bit, but other than that, it is just you and me, and her and George."

"You are actually considering it?"

She bit her lower lip.

"I wasn't at first. I mean, I am happy with how we function in the bedroom. I really am. But aren't you a little curious. I mean they have seen it all, practiced it all. I kind of want to know if they can show us anything."

There was a such a curiosity in her eyes, she reminded me almost of a child, gazing at the world for the first time, trying to see how it all worked. But the topic made thinking of her as a child, impossible. And I must admit, if she put it like that, I was kind of curious too. I had looked into it and they had been in Rhona's care for two years. The things they would have seen would have done. They had perfected sex to an art form. And I wouldn't be opposed to learning what they had learned. They had acquired their skill through hardship and now they were offering to share part of that knowledge with us. It almost sounded rude to refuse if I thought of it like that. But honestly, I had no idea how I was able to look at him and walk past him every morning if I had seen him balls deep in Stephanie.

"I am not saying we should. I am just saying we could think about it," Rose said.

She kissed me gently on the side of my mouth as she returned to breakfast. I must love Rose very much because, for her, I would think about it.

I decided to stop here. On the one hand, I think an orgy would be kind of kinky, on the other hand, I think it would be completely out of character for Dimitri. So I left it up to your imagination to what they would do ;)

I hope you enjoyed it. and let me know what you think they would have done. Take the offer or not?