Shadows of the Pitch- a Virgil Van Dijk Fan fiction

Chapter 11: Lust.

*SMUT WARNING, NSFW.*

My words seemed thick coming out of my throat. Silence seemed to fill the entire house; the tv went quiet, the wind outside had stopped. Through blurry, teary eyes, all I could see was Virgil's shocked and concerned face. I felt like I had let him down. More so than myself. I couldn't stop crying, sniffling like a child.

I felt Virgil's arms wrap round me, engulfing me in his embrace. His comfort instantly calming my breathing, the pain in my chest. He seemed to make every single thing that hurt me in my life just melt away.

'When did you find out?' He asked, his head placed on top of mine, locked in each others arms. His voice was gentle, as if he was going to sing me to sleep.

'At the training centre.' I mumbled, my face covered by my hair. The faint smell of Virgil's aftershave seeped through the scent of the shampoo I had used moments ago.

'Why didn't you say?' Virgil asked, looking as if he was going to cry himself.

'You had other things to worry about, Virgil.' I muttered.

'You know... The game, getting prepared and-'

'You should have told me, Connie.' Virgil stated, stern and serious. For a split second, I was intimidated.

I didn't expect Virgil to be this bothered about something that has nothing to do with his career, his dream. I was beyond confused.

'But-'

'Connie, I care about you.' Virgil sat up, his cold facial expression began to melt in front of me.

'This is important shit, this is your future. I can't stand the thought of that being taken away from you.'

Virgil caressed my cheek again, as I choked up in front of him again.

'I have my life practically planned out in front of me, you don't. And that's a good thing, Connie. There's so much you can accomplish.' Virgil placed multiple kisses across my forehead, my cheeks, my nose. I started to giggle through shaky breathing.

'I guess I should have taken that job with your manager, huh?' I joked, meeting Virgil's dark, beautiful eyes.

'Hah, maybe. It's definitely not too late.' I chuckled, holding his hand on my face.

For a while, through sniffles and the occasional chuckle from Virgil, we just couldn't look away from each other. I could feel passion practically oozing from him. But I didn't know if either of us was going to do anything about it. Time seemed to stop. I watched Virgil take his thumb to wipe away a stray tear from my face, and smile. My insides were churning. Naturally, my lips parted, and I watched Virgil's eyes look down, then back to my eyes. Something clicked inside him.

He began to edge closer, slowly. I was more nervous than ever before. Sure, we've slept in the same bed, cuddled, he's kissed my forehead, but we've never properly kissed each other. I worried my breath was bad, all of a sudden I felt as if my nose was blocked. What if I had snot dribbling down?

But there was no stopping this, even if I wanted to. Our noses were almost touching, my eyelids began to flutter shut. I could feel his breath, as he finally leaned in, our lips touched.

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I was melting. Virgil was so gentle, caressing the back of my head as our lips stayed locked together, slowly. Grasping small moments of air between each kiss, I could feel myself losing the ability to keep my composure. Hearing the low purring groans that came from Virgil had my heart racing. Somehow, the tempo changed. With each kiss, we became unable to pull away, getting faster with each touch. His grip tightened around my body, as I threw my arms around his neck. Squeezing my lower back in a rhythmic way, I couldn't help but let out small moans. He was grinning, but not daring to pull away from our kiss.