This Love Was Out of Control - (v.f.)

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Vic: I can’t forget the way your lips tasted yesterday… 
 
Danielle blushes and smiles to herself, reading the text Vic sent her at one AM last night. A warmth spreads from her face all the way down to her toes, filling her with this feeling like she’s floating. She’s quickly snapped out of her reverie when her alarm goes off for the second time that morning. She scrambles to shimmy into some skinny jeans and a loose-fitting white tank top, fastening her delicate cross necklace around her neck.
 
Bethany: Hey can you give me a ride? Jaime left w/out me, him and Vic are doing something before school I guess
Danielle: Do you care if we’re a few minutes late? I woke up after my alarm
Bethany: I think I can do w/out Health…
Danielle: Good, bc it’ll be at least another 10 mins before I get there
 
Danielle runs to the bathroom, quickly brushing her teeth and yanking a brush through her hair. She gives up halfway through, deciding on a messy bun instead. Ten minutes later, she’s honking her horn outside the Preciado home.
 
“You suck. How can you wear no makeup and still look gorgeous?” Bethany groans, sliding into the passenger seat.
 
“I don’t know?” says Danielle questioningly. She drives to the school, arriving within the last ten minutes of first period.
 
“Let’s just sit here until first ends,” says Bethany, taking her seatbelt off and leaning back in the seat of the car.
 
“My dad is gonna kill me,” mutters Danielle. She does the same anyway, rubbing her tired eyes.
 
“So. I totally saw you and Vic getting hot and heavy on the beach yesterday,” says Bethany, grinning at the blonde. Danielle blushes dark pink, picking at her fingernails. “God, you guys are so cute,” sighs Bethany. “Seriously, Vic hasn’t been this way with someone for a while. A lot of the bitches at our school like use him because he’s hot and plays in a rock band. He doesn’t show it, but it hurts him a lot. That’s why he’s so tough-guy, he’s afraid of that.”
 
“That’s so sad…” says Danielle, thinking of her seemingly invincible Vic.
 
“Don’t mention any of that to him. He’d kill me,” says Bethany. Danielle nods. The bell signaling the end of second class rings, and they get out of the car, walking into the school. Once they arrive in AP English Lit, Danielle’s eyes are immediately hidden by a warm pair of hands. She lets out a small shriek of surprise, accidentally dropping her book on the floor.
 
“Guess who?” A familiar voice whispers, then a light kiss graces the sensitive skin underneath her ear. She giggles, clasping her hands over his. “Come on baby, you’ve gotta guess.”
 
“Hmmm… I don’t know, this is a tough one,” she muses, tapping a finger against her lips in mock consideration. Vic groans in impatience, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I don’t know… Jaime?”
 
“You suck,” whines Vic, uncovering her eyes and caressing her waist instead. He pulls her closer, brushing his nose across the top of her ear. “I got you coffee,” he says, keeping a hand on her waist as he reaches for a Starbucks cup on the nearby desk.
 
“Aw yeah, you’re the best!” she says, grinning and pecking his lips. She freezes as she pulls away, eyes wide. Seeing as how she’s not that experienced with relationships or whatever the hell this is, she doesn’t know whether or not she’s crossed a line. Vic, seeing her hesitation, just grins and gently grabs her chin, softly kissing her again. The various talking around the room ceases as heads turn towards the two.
 
“Isn’t that the new girl?”
“I didn’t know Fuentes had a girl!”
“She’s hot; I want a piece of that.”
“Are they dating?”
 
Whispers circulate like wildfire as Danielle and Vic separate, smiling goofily at each other. He pecks her on the cheek.
 
“Sorry, I’ve gotta go to class,” he says. Danielle widens her eyes in mock astonishment.
 
“Woah, Vic Fuentes is actually going to class?” she asks, and Vic rolls his eyes.
 
“Bye babe.” Danielle waves her fingers, blowing him a kiss. The whispers escalate until the bell rings, sending the students into their seats. As she pulls her notebook out of her backpack, the girl sitting behind her taps her shoulder.
 
“Hey, are you and Vic Fuentes dating?” Danielle freezes, unsure of how to answer. She knows they’re not “official” but they are exclusive; just without a label. She goes with the cryptic answer.
 
“I don’t know, are we?” She turns back to the front, smirking to herself. She’s picked up the half-smile from Vic. Her classes drag on, and before she knows it, she’s in study hall with Vic and Mike.
 
“You should come over today,” Vic murmurs, sending chills down Danielle’s spine. She glances at Mrs. Kane before turning to Vic.
 
“You know my dad won’t allow that,” she says, although her mind is screaming for her to say “yes, yes!”
 
“Tell him you’re going to Bethany’s to work on a project or some shit,” he says, and Danielle bites her lip indecisively. She has never lied to her father, and she doesn’t really want to start. But when she looks back at Vic, all her previous thoughts of saying no slip away. He has this hold over her that she can’t explain. It scares her how much control he has over her mind, but she’s too happy to care. 
 
“I don’t know Vic…” He leans closer to her, and his cool breath hits her ear.
 
“Please,” he breathes, lightly kissing her neck just below her ear. She shivers again, gasping involuntarily.
 
“Dang it Vic,” she mutters, pulling out her phone and texting her dad. “If you get me in trouble…” she threatens, shaking her head. Vic smirks, winking at her. He’s heard this threat so many times; it doesn’t even have an effect on him anymore. She giggles despite herself, typing a quick text to her father:
 
Daddy, I’m going to my friend Bethany’s house after school today to work on a project. Love you, I’ll let you know when I’m on my way home.
 
His response is immediate:
 
Alright sweetie, have fun. If you want her to come over here instead, that’s fine. I’ll be home around 1 tomorrow, duty calls. Love Dad.
 
She smiles, showing Vic her phone. He smiles, raising his eyebrow suggestively.
 
“Do you just want to go to yours?” he asks, and she nods hesitantly. She’s never had a boy over at her house before, let alone without parent supervision. “Meet me in the student lot, so I can follow you there.” He whispers. Danielle nods, a giddy smile making its way across her face.
 
The bell rings, and the two of them walk out of the study hall. Vic throws his arm over her shoulders, and Danielle ducks her head down, blushing. She’s still unaccustomed to the jealous stares she receives from the other girls in the halls.
 
They walk out to the student lot together, stopping when they reach the space in between their cars. Vic grabs her waist and pulls her to him with one arm, pressing his lips to hers. She melts into his touch, gently grasping the back of his neck. He pulls away far too quickly for her liking, slowly sliding his hands to rest on her hips. She is left breathless, as she usually is after they kiss. He smirks and slides into his car, starting it before she has time to even collect her thoughts. Danielle shakes herself out of her daze, starting her car and backing out of the parking lot, Vic following closely behind her.
 
They arrive at her house, him parking on the curb, her in the driveway. She waits outside her car for him, tapping her foot nervously. Vic saunters up to her, pressing her up against her car and kissing her again. It’s Danielle that pulls away this time, glancing fearfully at the other houses.
 
“Vic, I have neighbors,” she says, walking to her door and unlocking it. He simply chuckles and follows her inside, eyes widening momentarily. She has a beautiful house, very white and airy. She drops her bag on the table, making her way to the kitchen. She calls back to Vic.
 
“Do you want anything to eat?” she says, only to be answered with silence. Confused, she peeks her head around the corner. Vic is holding up a picture frame and trying not to laugh. In the picture frame is a photograph of Danielle and her brother, Garrett. Both of them have what seems to be finger paint smeared across their faces, and Garrett is in the process of rubbing more into an oblivious Danielle’s hair.
 
“Cute,” he says, a smirk making its way across his face. A blush creeps onto her cheeks, and she snatches the picture frame away from Vic.
 
“Well that’s embarrassing,” she mutters, placing the picture back on the wall where it belongs. Vic chuckles, snaking his arms around her waist. He places light kisses along the sensitive skin by her ear.
 
“No, it’s cute,” he says quietly. There is a pause, and then he asks her a question. “Who is that in all of those pictures?” Danielle freezes in the midst of searching for something in the fridge.
 
“Um, he’s my brother… Garrett.” Her voice is quiet, and Vic gets the hint that this is a sensitive topic, but he keeps going. Something inside him feels the need to dig a little deeper.
 
“Does he live here?” The words spill out of his mouth before he can stop them. He isn’t quite sure why he suddenly needs to know, but something about Danielle constantly leaves him wanting to know more of her. Quite frankly, it scares him a little bit.
 
Danielle tenses up at the question, not wanting to talk about her brother. She doesn’t like to talk about him, not since the scandal that happened between him and the rest of the Holloway family.
 
“No.” The answer she gives is short and sharp, in hopes that Vic will stop asking about Garrett. He doesn’t.
 
“Well where does he live?” She wants so badly to open up to someone about Garrett, but she knows that she isn’t ready yet. She takes a deep breath to steady herself.
 
“He just doesn’t live here, okay? I don’t… I don’t want to talk about him right now.” She bites her lip furiously to hold back the tears stinging her eyes. Vic catches the minute tremble in her voice and thankfully drops the subject.
 
“I want to see your room,” he says, starting towards the stairs. She follows closely behind Vic, pointing him in the right direction. He opens the door and surveys her bedroom, nodding in mock approval. Danielle’s room is simplistic, mainly dark purple and white. Fairy lights adorn her walls, and some photo prints hang in frames. Her massive white shelf houses her impressive collection of books, and her mirrored walk-in closet is closed, allowing the room to be reflected, making it seemingly double the size.
 
“Nice,” he says, nodding and smirking at her. She smiles, leaning against her bed. Vic seizes the opportunity to kiss her, slipping his fingers through her front belt loops. She drapes her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. His hands move to her waist, and he gently pushes her onto the bed. He is hovering on top of her, using his elbows to support himself as he continues to kiss her, slipping his tongue in her mouth.
 
Danielle has never done something like this, but she finds herself responding to Vic’s guidance. When his hands start slipping under her shirt, her breath catches in surprise. He immediately stops, meeting her eyes, silently asking of this okay. She slowly nods, and he slides his hands gently up her shirt, caressing her sides and pressing feather-light kisses to her neck.
 
Her pulse is racing, but she has never felt this good in her life. Vic is gentle with his touch, and she finds herself needing more. She stops him momentarily, slipping her shirt all the way off for him. His hands travel upwards to her chest, and she arches her back slightly in response to him. She’s never been touched this way before, and the combination of his neck kisses and gentle touch are making her feel so amazing that she can’t help but to let out a breathy sigh.
 
She suddenly pulls away from Vic mid-kiss, fear filling her body. Both of them are pant-less, and it hits her that she has no idea what she’s doing. She looks up at him timidly.
 
“Vic… I’ve never done this before,” she says in a shaky whisper. His lips brush hers momentarily, and he gently trails his fingers down her sides.
 
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” he says, guiding her hands to the hem of his shirt. She slowly lifts it above his head, her breath speeding up as she does so. As she tosses his shirt aside, her hands are still shaking, and he notices. He gently takes her hands in his and lightly kisses each finger, steadying her trembling. He murmurs sweet nothings in her ear, and the calm tone of his voice relaxes her.
 
A newfound boldness takes over her, and suddenly, their hands are roaming each other’s bodies, and their tongues are intertwined. They lose themselves in each other as they have many times before, but this time it’s different. This time, they’re letting themselves succumb to their built-up desires. This time, they aren’t holding back.
 
Vic’s touch ignites a fire in Danielle, a fire she never knew she had. Her mind is filled with a feeling that she can’t quite identify, but she knows it’s there. It fills her entire body, from her toes to the hair on her head.
 
As wrong as she knows this is, it feels so right; like she’s been waiting for this moment her entire life. Since this is her first time, she’s in pain for a short span of time. Every time she whimpers in pain, Vic pauses and kisses her gently, murmuring words of comfort in her ear until she’s okay to continue. Soon enough, she is yet again in complete bliss. 
 
Vic is lost in her. Lost in the sounds of her heavy breathing, the soft caress of her hands on his body, and lost in the way her eyes flutter closed every time she utters a sound of pleasure.
 
He has never felt this way with another girl before. The majority of the girls he has been with like him for trivial things, such as his looks or the fact that he’s in a band. Danielle seems to appreciate every single part of him, and he returns the favor. He finds her endearing, to say the least, and not just because she has the cutest nose he has ever seen or the softest hands he has ever felt.
 
“Oh Vic,” she says breathily, arching her back underneath him. Vic buries his face in her neck, gently kissing it until she releases, breathing heavily and gasping. He is soon to follow, swearing and moaning.
 
She looks up at him with love-filled eyes. Even though she doesn’t recognize it yet, she has fallen head-over-heels in love with Vic Fuentes. She caresses his face gently, tilting her head up slightly and capturing his lips in a feather-light kiss.
 
“Thank you,” she breathes, resting her forehead against his. Vic responds by smiling and kissing her once more before she closes her eyes. She tangles her legs in his and tucks her face into the crook of his neck, falling asleep almost instantly.
 
Chills run up and down his skin as her light breath tickles his neck, and he absent-mindedly traces circles on her bare back. He looks down at her sleeping form, twisted with his until they’re one. Nothing but bliss fills his mind, until he recognizes the weightless feeling that has taken over his body.
 
No no no this is not happening to me again. No. I am not falling in love with her. I won’t let her walk all over me like the other girls. 
 
He knows that she’s not a bad person, but he has a defense mechanism built up. He’s been stepped on and dragged in the dirt so many times that he can’t help it. So he gently untangles himself from her, gently as not to wake her. He picks up her clothes from the floor and folds them nicely on the end of the bed; and as he admires her sleeping form one last time, he gently pulls the sheet over her bare body. Vic presses a lingering kiss to her forehead, and leaves without looking back.   
 
It’s better this way.