Dreams (Adrian Ivashkov fanfic)

Me

I open my eyes groggily, finding Adrian's arms still locked around my waist. His heartbeat is steady and slow, his warm breath gently brushing past my cheek soothingly.

I Smile to myself, gently moving off his chest.

"Stay in bed with me," he whispers.

"Don't you think that someone would notice that? Not to mention that the trainers could attack at any time and catch us like this. Remember our bond is a secret." I study him closely. "And so is whatever unnamed relationship we have here. Including the fact I'm your walking bloodbag."

His eyes snap fully open and he stares at me like I smacked him. "Bloodbag? Kitten what the hell are you talking about? I care more for you than just your blood, you know that. Don't you?"

I sigh.

"Don't tell me you think I'm using you?" His eyes widen.

"No I do not think you are using me but I fear that this bond-"

Then I'm on my back, Adrian hovering over me with his fangs showing. His eyes are darker now, somewhere between lustful, hunger, and anger. "The bond? I wanted you, all of you, before then. I will not drink your blood again. I don't care how much I crave it. Because I crave your touch more. I've wanted you since the moment I saw you outside that morning at sunrise." His lips attack mine, his hands wandering up the back of my shirt. "You think that I don't see the way you hide your feelings, fear of me, fear of my hunger? Do you think I don't see the way you miss the slight pull of whatever power you had before the bond that has long since gone now? Do you think I don't see the way you compare yourself to every damn moroi and wish to be that small and elegant? I love you and I notice every little thing you do. You're gorgeous and you're brave and smart and I know you can kick my ass any given day. But I also know how safe you feel here in my arms at night and how you want me to claim you as mine."

I stare up at him in shock.

"Say something."

"Then why don't you?" I ask quietly after a moment. "Why don't you claim me as yours?"

"You are mine. But I won't let you lose your job. I won't let you be a pariah because nobody else here trusts me. And I'll be damned if I make love to an underage girl who isn't ready for that sort of thing."

"You did it in a dream once."

His cheeks turn a cute shade of pink. "Well yes-"

"And almost again on the plane."

"The bite can be very sexual if-"

"Besides I'm 18 anyway-"

"Stop that. You aren't ready." He stands up and pulls on cloths over his boxers, then hands me my uniform. "Dimitri and I got you the day off. I have meetings I must attend to so you go attend to your friends. I will see you this evening." He studies me, and realizes how cold he got the moment I mentioned my age. "I do love you," he says, softer now. "And I just want to do this right. For your sake."

I look at my feet. "I know you do."

He tilts up my chin. "Give us time. Alright? Don't rush us. This."

I study him and a brief moment of memory hits me.

Not only did you sleep with my sister and countless others, you slept with my friend.... I close my eyes and before I can catch myself the words fall out of my mouth.

"I am not Rose, and I am not Sydney. I can handle myself, and if you ever sleep with me it will not be what you had with them."

Adrian doesn't say a thing. He let's go of my chin, dips his head slightly, and then walks out. He doesn't even slam the door behind him like I wish he had. It would feel better than the emptiness of the soft click that signaled his departure.

I stand there and clutch my uniform to my chest. I never meant to bring them up again. I don't hold it over him...

Nice going Kat. He will think you believe him to be a whore because you can't keep your damn mouth shut about things that don't even matter. He loves you and you thew old memories and heartbreaks in his face like some bitch.