I sat with hands folded in my lap. His kitchen was moderately sized, with a wooden table sat in front of the bay windows that overlooked the front lawn. The dark stained cabinets over the black granite counters gave a cozy, yet masculine feeling to the room. The tiles underfoot were deep burgandy, and fit the color scheme nicely.
As usual, his house was spotless. I wondered breifly as the smell of hot chocolate reached my nose how he kept such a clean house with such a busy schedule.
A steaming mug was set down in front of me, and he sat down next to me with his own mug of coffee clasped in his hands.
I blew on the hot chocolate in an innefectual attempt to cool it off, before lifting it to my lips and taking a small sip. He sipped his own in silence. We sat without speaking for a moment, and I could tell by the way he gazed down into his cup, golden eyes unfocused, that he was trying to figure out what to ask me first.
I fidgeted in my own seat, feeling a bit of regret for coming here. I wasn't ready to answer what he wanted to ask. In fact I didn't think I was ready to see him at all. I couldn't believe I had actually gotten into the car, let alone knocked on his door.
The hell was I thinking?
I went through a list of things in my mind that would have been a better, less troubling option. Instead of coming here, I could have just called him. Instead of coming here, I could have talked myself down in an ice cream shop with a douple scoop of banana split. Instead of coming here, I could have just stayed in bed and smelled his shirt. I could have done anything else.
But of course my brain has never exactly won the nobel prize for thinking things through.
"Jane," I blinked from my reverie and looked up.
He wore a reluctant expression, his eyebrows turned down with the corner of his lips in a frown, and I realized that he was as much dreading asking these questions as I was answering them.
I let out a heavy sigh and held up my hand. Victor watched as I carefully collected myself, gathering my courage in a big gulp of air and letting it out in a heavy sigh.
"First off," I began, curling my hands back around my cup and staring down into the liquid, "Logan found me. I was out buying icecream when we...I guess ran into each other. I thought I got away from him but he'd followed be back to my hotel. We talked and...and he left," I swallowed thickly.
Victor tilted his head. "You're lying."
I winced. Was I really that horrible a liar?
"Come on now," I complained, "I can't be that bad!"
"Your eyebrow twitched," He explained, lifting his hand to brush my hair from my face, "You can't have forgotten about that?"
I groaned, dropping my forehead against the lip of my mug. "I thought I fixed that."
He smiled briefly as I glanced at him, but it slowly faded. "He didn't just leave, did he?"
I lifted my head fully, letting out yet another sigh. "Not...exactly...,"
Victor's eyes darkened to that familiar cold stare that he got when he was angry, "He kissed you, didn't he?"
"Yes but only once!" I blurted, and he raised his eyebrows.
"He kissed you multiple times?" He reached up to run a hand through his hair.
Damn eyebrow.
"Okay, yes, multiple times," I admitted, pouting.
Victor sat in silence for a few long seconds, before he pushed his chair back, and began to stand. I reached out in a flash, wrapping my hand around his wrist before he could get any further.
"Please," I pleaded, staring into his cold eyes, "If you're going to be mad at someone, be mad at me. Don't hurt him."
Victor slowly stood up, despite my grasp. His eyes didn't leave mine, however, and he let out a soft sigh.
"Jane," He murmured, and his voice was softer, "Do you love me?"
I blinked as he slid his wrist out of my grasp, and wrapped his fingers around my own.
"Of course I love you," I mumbled in confusion, as he slowly pulled me out of my chair.
"But you love him, too." This conversation seemed familiar somehow.
"I-," I tried to protest, but my words died yet again. I couldn't say it. So I settled for, "Not as much as you. Not...not nearly."
Victor let go of my hand, and lifted it to touch my face. He took a small step forward, and I had to look up at him. His hand was warm against my skin, and his presense was like stepping out of a stuffy room and into the cool night air. He felt good. He felt right.
I watched his face as he wrapped an arm around me, and dragged me into him.
"The only way he'll back off is to see that you've made your decision. To see that you belong to me." He murmured, and my eyes fluttered closed as he leaned down. He pressed a kiss to my forehead, and then my nose, and the my cheeks. Slow, soft kisses littered my face.
"Jane," He murmured again, and this time his voice had that desperate edge to it as his lips rested on my forehead yet again, "I've waited too long to do this with you again. Stay with me tonight?"
My arms drifted around his waist, as I melted in his hold.
"Mn," Was all I could murmur, with a tiny nod.
With a small smile, he pulled my chin up with a gentle hand, and finally pressed his lips to mine. My heart fluttered, and a weight lifted from my shoulders. I was finally home.
The kiss began gentle, but quickly turned hot and urgent as his arms tightened around me, and he pulled me even closer to him. My hands clutched at his back as he picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
My scalp tingled as one of his hands slipped into my hair. I didn't register that I had been moving until my back hit something hard - by the indentions I felt, I assumed it was his door, but I wasn't about to open my eyes to check.
My hands slid up to his neck, and began playing with his nape, as his hand slipped from my hair to fumble with the door knob.
He broke away to laugh as he couldn't find the knob in the first try, and I couldn't help but grin as well.
"Need some help?" I asked breathlessly, reaching down to grab the knob in his place.
He let out a breathy laugh, and used his knee to bump the door open. It hit the wall with a thump, and I barely had time to think as he walked us into the room, because his lips attacked mine again. I couldn't help but admire his strength. He treated me like I weighed nothing, which was pretty damn sexy to me.
I broke away in a breathless giggle as I was suddenly thrown down. I bounced on the bed, and looked up at him, blinking as I watched him stare at me with a small grin.
"You have no clue...absolutely no clue how aggrevated you make me," He rumbled as he slid onto the bed, strattling me for a moment, before dropping on all fours above me.
"What did I do?" I asked, my voice quiet with excitement.
The fact that he was here with me was like being on a sugar high. My blood zinged with energy, and my hands shook with antiscipation as they pressed to his broad chest. My eyes were wide with happiness, and I knew I probably looked crazed, but neither of us seemed to care.
He let out a scoff, and my attention was pulled from admiring the fact that he existed. "Do you know how long I've waited to have you like this? With me?"
I moved my hand to my chin, a single finger pressing to my lip in thought. "Hmm...nope!" I replied, blinking at him with innocent eyes.
He grinned, and it was fierce and bright. I had never seen such a beautiful expression before, and I couldn't help but grin back.
"God, I've missed you," He rumbled, putting his weight on one arm as he reached up and ran his fingertips across my cheeks, fiddling with my hair.
"Really? I had no-," My remark was cut off when he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.
Damn, he figured out the only way to shut me up.
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The song on the side may be from fifty shades of grey, which I'm not much of a fan of, but IT'S SO FREAKING SEXY AND IT FITS THIS SERIES SO WELL JUST LISTEN TO THE LYRICS I SWEAR.
So yeah, deal with it. >.>
lol LOVE YOU GUYS. MY BEAUTIFUL FANIONS. STAY AWESOME. STAY AUTHORS...OR READERS. IT'S WHATEVS.
Enjoy you guys. Love you!
Em.