Incomplete (A VA Fanfic One-Shots & Shorts Collection)

Lounge change-up

Ch 1
RPOV
"Is that your subtle way of calling me a slut?" I didn't know why it hurt so much hearing Dimitri call me a slut. It shouldn't, he was my mentor after all. I stood and pushed passed him, doing exactly as directed- heading straight for the door and my dorm.
"Rose," a strong, warm hand gripped my wrist as a pained, honey, Russian accent wrapped around me.
"No!" I whisper yelled and pulled out of his grasp. Well, I tried to pull out. "I don't want to hear it, Comrade!" I really didn't want to hear an apology nor a confirmation. I didn't want to acknowledge how it hurt me to hear him in pain.
"Rose." Dimitri spun me to face him, gripping my other wrist. "I'm sorry." He let his guard down again. I could see he didn't hold an indifferent attitude, that it wasn't a big bad male pride that had made him snap, more importantly, I saw that he cared. "I have absolutely no right to judge, but-"
"You care. You care about me, my future." His grip on me released as he stepped back and his face showed his shock.
"I do. I care, Rose. I care about you."

"Dimitri," I breathed after a few moments of gazing at him. He had gazed back at me with that smouldering look again. Yet again, his look had more of an effect on me than Jesse's kisses. A blush had found its way onto my face. "I'll see you at training in the morning."
"An hour earlier to fit in combat." My mentor had returned, but he wasn't the cold and indifferent one who'd put me on the verge of tears.
"I'll be there early!" I smirked and sarcastically stated.
"Rose language for 'on time'. If I'm lucky!" he returned the banter.
"You'll see in the morning!" I retorted, flipped my hair and strutted out.

DPOV
What had just gone down? Rose was stunning, her beauty burned and her looks really were dangerous in and of themselves. But as her mentor, her teacher, I had no right to have those thoughts of her. I had even less right to judge her on her actions regarding said looks and the rumours of her, her so-called past. I did, however, have to discipline that behaviour and get her to see how it was to effect her future.

I hadn't expected it to hurt her as it had. I never wanted to see her hurt, let alone be the cause. I hadn't meant to snap at her quite as I had. My thoughts of her when seeing her in that state of semi-undress were less than professional... To say the least. They most certainly were indecent, and she'd caught me.

I really did care about her. Her future and reputation meant everything to me. In that moment I'd realised She did, She meant everything to me. I wanted to protect her, no matter what that meant, I wanted her safe and protected. She was precious, delicate and valuable despite being a novice full of power and potential. Others may see her as a usable and expendable female dhampir novice. I didn't. I couldn't. Even if she saw herself that way, I couldn't. I had to take care of her. I wanted her to know that, in my eyes, she was far from the stereotype.

Rose Hathaway had found a way into my dreams night one. But now those dreams were going to change, they were going to become carnal, I could just tell. The sight that had awaited me in that lounge was burned into my memory. I was traumatised by it already and had a feeling it was an image that would revisit me from now on in. I shouldn't see her that way, I should be indifferent to the sight, I should be able to wipe it from my memory and move on. But I couldn't, her being wouldn't let me.

Ch 2
DPOV
My blaring alarm brought out of my dreams of Rose. As I'd suspected last night, they'd turned carnal. Sort of. I couldn't, even on my dreams, I absolutely could not objectify Rose Hathaway. Even in my dreams, no matter how much I wanted to touch her, feel her, kiss her, I was scared to. I was so scared of hurting her, making her feel uncomfortable. I respected Rose as a person and would not lay a hand on her that said otherwise. I would not say another word to her that didn't indicate how much I respected and highly I regarded her.

Ugh. Get dressed, Belikov! Rose needs you setting up the gym to train her not being all mushy and musing about how to treat her.

I hurriedly dressed then rushed to the gym. Fifteen minutes later, set up was complete. A check of my watch informed me I had five minutes to spare, so my favourite Western novel came out. Despite our late-night banter, I felt reasonably confident that Rose would run late.