The Way To A Player's Heart (Vicerylle)

Chapter 9

Vice just sat there as Karylle's lips teased his. His eyes closed and his head moved up some challenging her as he sighed. She moved with him as his lips parted, and kissed her back. His eyes opened and he looked down at Karylle. He blinked; it was still Karylle he was kissing. "Karylle, wait..." He pushed her back.

She bent forward, hanging her head down. Standing she walked towards the door. "You don't have to say anything, if you don't want to, I'll live." She closed her eyes and walked away from him, shutting the door behind her.

Vice leaned back into the counter as he brought his right hand to his lips. She'd actually kissed him. He stood, dragging his feet; the water left his clothes soaked. He didn't bother cleaning up the floor; it was just a tile with metal under it anyway. The floor could wait a night. He stared to walk towards his room. Quick, thought-filled steps one right after the other. Water dripped from his clothing, and he shivered as he walked past Karylle's room. "Karylle's room?"

He blinked, when had he ever considered it to be Karylle's room? It wasn't hers;

It was Anne's...right? He reached for the door, but something stopped him. He found himself walking over to Karylle's door. He knocked, and held his breath as he heard her shuffling around, the squeaking of the mattress, and then the jiggle of the door handle. "Yes?" she stopped when she noticed it was Vice.

He stared at her and took a short breath. "What do you want to know?" He stepped closer. She was dressed in the white nightgown. Vice closed his eyes forcing back the image of the girl he loved so much.

Karylle shivered as his fingers ran through her damp hair. She frowned a bit. "Everything," she sighed. Vice's eyebrows arched upwards and nodded his head.

"Everything," he quoted, capturing her in a kiss. He pulled back and went to her neck as his heart began to race.

"Vice," she pulled back. Vice closed his eyes and sat down on the bed. Her hand ran down his torso, and paused as she felt an indent through his shirt. Vice took a sharp inhale and reached to pull away.

"Everything," Karylle breathed. Vice exhaled, and shut his eyes tightly. He calmed when her hands ran over his face, tracing his lips.

"I got it, trying to save Anne's life." He chewed on his lower lip.

She nodded laying a kiss on his cheek. "And this one?" she could feel another on his left shoulder blade.

He stiffened and pulled her back. He looked up at her; he couldn't see her thick hair, her innocent yes, nor her pale skin, only his past lover's short locks and teasing eyes. "I was stupid, turned, and the guy shot me..."

He took Karylle and pulled her down kissing her. He needed to think of something other than the past. "Karylle," he had said her name. He was sober, and had said her name. He loved her enough to show his true self to her, and she was in love with him.

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He buried his face in the base of her neck as she said his name over and over, like a broken record. Her fingers racked through his hair as he moved his face to meet hers in a breath steeling kiss. "Vice," she was his.

He closed his eyes and echoed her name. "Anne." The air grew stale quickly. Karylle was silent as Vice became aware of what he'd just said.

Her beating heart wrenched. The words he'd said, the pain he'd just caused, was way too much to bear. She looked away from him. Shoving him to the right she stood, pulling their sheet with her. Wrapping it around herself, she shook and turned back to him. "I should have known better." Her voice wavered.

Vice didn't look over at her; he stared down at his clenched fists. They shook, he shook. .What had he just done? "Karylle, I..." He swallowed as looked over into her eyes. They were dull, and hurtful looking. "I didn't mean it—"

"Bullshit!" Karylle screamed. She kicked a cardboard box that was by her feet. Vice flinched at her tone of voice. "You still love her," She was on the verge of crying. "When you decide you're ready to move on, maybe I'll be around." She grabbed her shirt, and pants off the hook on the back of the door, and left.

Vice covered his face with his hands and bent forward, before falling onto his side. "What have I done?" He took a pillow and covered his face with it. No light came threw. He was in darkness as the tears began to fall. Too bad tears only fall. The pillow smelled of her perfume, not Karylle's, but Anne's. No matter how long she'd been gone, the presence of her was still around him, haunting him. "I love you... Karylle." He rolled onto his back. The pillow rested on his face, his arms strewn out at his sides. "I love you...Anne." He cursed under his breath as he heard Karylle's swift footsteps as she left the boat. "Farewell, to both of you." He chocked out a cry and for the second time in his life wept.