Disclaimer: Richelle Mead owns Vampire Academy and ALL its characters. I'm simply playing around.

Hey guys! It's been far too long.

I just thought I'd post this chapter. I know Richelle is planning on writing a short story about Rose and Dimitri visiting Russia, but that isn't supposed to come out until like 2012! I couldn't wait that long so I wrote my own interpretation.

Hope you like.

"Stop fidgeting."

"What? You're fidgeting too!"

"Not as much as you."

"Rose," His voice warned.

"Dimitri," I warned right back.

"I'm not fidgeting, anyway," he murmured, but as he said it he shifted in his seat.

I grinned. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were horny and trying to talk me into joining the mile high club."

Dimitri turned to me, a wicked smile on his lips. "Roza, we've already joined the mile high club. Or have you forgotten that infamous flight from Lehigh?"

I shivered from pleasure, remembering. "Now THAT was how airplane sex is done."

He took my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it. "You never fail to amaze me, Roza. In every single way."

His words made me melt. I was about to say something equally as gooey and romantic when I caught sight of the flight attendant with a cart full of food.

I was momentarily distracted and bought a pack of peanuts, digging into them ferociously, as though they'd done something against me personally.

Dimitri just watched me in amusement, his lips quirked up.

"You know, Roza, those peanuts are already dead."

I was about to come back at him with an equally sassy remark but the pilot's voice coming over the loudspeakers interrupted me.

It came once in Russian, and after it was over Dimitri immediately relaxed back, and I was a little envious that he'd understood every word of whatever the pilot was saying.

He wouldn't teach me any Russian other than essential words and phrases.

Although I doubt the term "Come here and make love to me, darling" was 'essential.'

Flight AY006 to Moscow…

I was already ignoring the American translation of this announcement, sitting back and putting my seatbelt on like Dimitri had.

"Looks like we're gonna have to wait until the flight back to rejoin the club, Comrade," I muttered.

He let out a throaty chuckle. "Oh, Roza," he laughed. "I'm holding you to that."

The airport at Moscow was packed, unsurprisingly. Being one of the most recognized cities in Russia, it was big for tourist attractions.

It wasn't our destination, however.

A pit stop, yes. But our destination was a little further, and was going to involve a shit load of driving. Probably all on Dimitri's part, since he still apparently had qualms about me being behind the wheel.

Whatever.

I held onto Dimitri's hand the whole way through the airport, and there were a few times where we were bumped so hard we almost lost each other.

His grip was tight though, refusing to let go.

Eventually we made it out the doors in one piece, and immediately we searched for the rental cars, our arms full of luggage. Well, Dimitri's arms. He wouldn't let me carry anything but the bag I'd carried on the plane and his duffel.

Did I mention he was amazing?

Because if I didn't, he is. And I love him. Too damn much, if you ask me.

"Roza," His voice brought me out of my musings and I smiled at the car he was standing in front of.

"Seriously, baby? A Honda?" He just shrugged and I laughed.

We loaded our luggage into the back and, as per usual, he took the wheel.

We drove to our hotel in the middle of Moscow, both of us exhausted from the flight.

We checked in quickly, but not before the woman at the front desk could fuck my fiancé with her eyes. Not that I blamed her, but that shit was mine.

What was worse is that she didn't speak English, so the majority of the conversation I couldn't understand. I caught key words like "room" and "key" but other than that I was basically deaf to whatever was being said.

I pouted as we stood in the elevator, waiting for our floor.

Dimitri, being the observant one, noticed.

"What's that look?"

"What look?" I asked innocently, if not a little gruffly.

"That look. The look that you always gave me when I was around Tasha. What's wrong?"

I looked at him, amazed.

"I didn't know I had a look when you were with Tasha."

He nodded.

"You're one mysterious man, Belikov," I shook my head. "And totally hot as well. I guess I'm just not used to having to walk around with you out in public…with people. And girls. They notice you."

He looked confused by my ramblings. "Who noticed me?"

"That girl at the front desk," I looked at him incredulously. "She was totally screwing you with her eyes."

Dimitri seemed to get really quiet for a few moments, calculating. And then he was bent over at the waist, not an easy feat with those heavy bags, laughing hysterically.

"You can't be serious, my Roza."

I pouted. "It's not funny."

He suddenly got serious, but I could see the humor in his eyes. "Of course not, love. I just think it's very funny when you get jealous, is all."

"Funny?"

"Yeah. I mean, you have absolutely no reason whatsoever to get jealous over me talking to any other woman. I can't even notice other women, Rose. You own me. Body and soul."

I smiled at him from under my lashes. "Really?"

He chuckled and pulled me into his side. "Of course, you silly girl. You always have."

I leaned up on my tip toes and he leaned down so our lips would meet in the middle. I giggled and pulled back when I heard the bell for the elevator.

"C'mon, Comrade, I've gotta get some sleep."

"Oh, God, Dimitri." I moaned.

Are you surprised? Of course we didn't go straight to sleep. My nails ran down his naked back as he picked me up out of his lap and set me back down again, filling me in the most beautiful ways possible.

"Rozaa," He groaned, his arm muscles tensed and rippled with our movements.

"I'm coming." I whispered after a few more moments of our frantic movements.

He nodded in acknowledgement, capturing my lips with his own as he sped up his movements, bringing me down harder on him.

"Oh, Roza, I love you," he groaned into my neck, and those three words made me explode like fireworks.

I latched onto his earlobe with my teeth and tugged, sending him over the edge as well. The growl that escaped his throat was so sexy that I could have come again, I bet.

We fell asleep almost immediately afterward, wrapped around each other as best we could.

I drifted off with a smile on my face.

"Quit fidgeting." He mocked me in a voice that sounded nothing like my own.

"I'm nervous."

"Why are you nervous? You've met them before," he winced as he said this.

"So? This is the first time I'm seeing them again. WITH you this time. It's different. And anyway, I've told you about how I left things with Victoria. I hope she doesn't try to fight me in front of your mother."

He chuckled and I huffed.

We drove for a few moments in relative silence until the house came into view. It was just as I remembered it.

We hadn't even made it out of the car yet and I saw Paul come flying at me, jumping into my arms with a squeal that I was pretty sure only dogs could hear.

"ROSE!" he yelled, his arms and legs wrapping around me in a vice-like grip. I looked over to where Dimitri stood with a flabbergasted expression on his face.

"A little help?" I wheezed, as I felt my windpipe contracting.

At just that moment little Paul jumped down, turning to stare at Dimitri. He'd made his way over to our side of the car, looking down at Paul with something akin to wonder.

"Paul?" he asked, unsure.

Well, if there was one thing you could say about Paul, he was never unsure about anything. It didn't take long before he'd crossed the few feet between them and torpedoed himself into Dimitri's arms.

"Uncle Dimka!" Paul squealed again, and this time I laughed.

Dimitri hugged him back tightly, murmuring lowly in Russian.

It wasn't long before the commotion outside alerted the others to our arrival. We'd called a few weeks back, telling everyone of our visit. Olena was absolutely bubbling with excitement over the phone, so I couldn't imagine what she'd do seeing Dimitri for the first time in years.

It wasn't long before the joy-filled cries of the Belikov women filled the air, all of them wrapping Dimitri in hugs so tight I'd feared they'd break him.

And that's saying something.

They immediately hopped from him to me, and I embraced each of them tightly, murmuring how good it was to see them all.

Victoria had no qualms about hugging the shit out of her brother, but when she got to me she hesitated.

I, for one, refused to let this happen. I knew I had to be the one to take initiative. I pulled her into a fierce hug, wrapping my arms around her tightly.

To my complete surprise she hugged me back just as tightly, whispering how thankful she was that I'd saved her brother. I'd nodded, too overcome with emotion to answer, and just hugged her tighter.

"I'm sorry." I whispered finally. "And I've missed you."

"Please, Roza, I'm the one who's sorry. I should've listened…"

I shook my head and took her by the shoulders. "It's over with now. Let's just enjoy this, shall we?"

She nodded and slung her arm around my shoulders as Olena took Dimitri into her arms again. Her voice was full of relief and her eyes were full of tears.

"Don't you ever do that to me again, do you hear me, son? Don't you ever scare me like that again," She warned, but her voice was filled with joy.

"Sorry, mama," Dimitri ducked his head, still a foot or so taller than his mother. He had the decency to look a little ashamed, but the joy and tears in his eyes were unmistakable.

He looked over to me and smiled so big I thought for sure his cheeks would tear. He pulled me out of Victoria's embrace and tucked me into his own.

"Mama, everyone… This is my Roza." He grinned down at me and I grinned up at him as everyone else humored him and said "hello" to me.

When everyone was finished with their "hellos" Olena insisted that we come inside, and that she'd cooked dinner.

She didn't have to tell me twice.

Dinner was a lively affair, to say the least. Everyone was in high spirits. Even Yeva was laughing and smiling along with everyone else.

It felt so right to be here, and I could tell Dimitri felt the same way.

He was home. And wherever he was, that was my home.

"So, Dimitri," Victoria's voice raised above everyone else's quieting them down. She sat on my other side looking rather content. This was the first time I'd heard her speak all night. "When are you going to make Rose a Belikov?"

Olena began scolding her daughter for being so nosy but Dimitri stopped her.

"Actually, I've asked Rose to marry me already," he grinned down at me and kissed my forehead. "And she's said yes."

Cheers erupted throughout the room and I giggled, burying my face in Dimitri's chest.

After that the conversation was decidedly upbeat and giggly.

At one point the story of his transformation was shared, from both Dimitri's and my side. His family sat with wide eyes, all listening with rapture. All except Yeva, who was knitting some sort of sweater with a knowing look on her face.

I grinned at her, knowing that there was camaraderie between the two of us now, even though she was still kinda crazy.

It was late by the time we were shown up to Dimitri's old room, and Olena gave the two of us a knowing look as she shut the door and wished us a goodnight.

Dimitri automatically wrapped his arms around me, picking me up and bringing me to his eye level. He held me tightly.

"Thank you so much, my Roza, for bringing me back. For bringing me here,"

I giggled and nuzzled my nose with his. "No problem, comrade. Just don't make me ever have to do it again," I warned.

"Never ever," he promised.

I buried myself deeper in his embrace.

"You don't think…" he began, and I knew that tone in his voice.

"I'm not having sex in your mother's house, Dimitri."

He made a sad sound in the back of his throat. "Worth a shot."

I smiled and kissed his nose. "I love you Dimitri Belikov."

"I love you too Rosemarie Hathaway—soon to be Belikov."

"Mmm." I just reveled in his embrace for a few moments.

"Roza?"

"Yes, lovey?"

"What do you think about getting married in Russia?"

I pulled back to look at his face excitedly and took his hands in mine.

"That, my love, is the best idea I think I've ever heard."

Then I crashed his lips to mine.

A/N: Awww, I REALLY missed these two.

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