We Ended Up On The Ground [ A Vic Fuentes Fan Fiction]

We Ended Up N The Ground [ A Vic Fuentes Fan Fiction] Chapter 4 (2/2)

It's amazing how you can picture everything you want to do with someone in your own mind. Everything you can't wait to plan, enjoy. This is exactly what I was doing. I wanted to do so many things with Vic, I really wanted to enjoy life with him. I wanted to be with him for the rest of my years.

I had spent quite a few years fantasizing over this guy laying next to me. I couldn't believe any of this would ever happen to me, I was ever so grateful.

We're both looking up at the darkened sky. A blanket of shinning stairs lies over it and it's amazingly beautiful.

Noise had begun to accumulate since we have been here and when Vic looks at me I know what he's thinking, this isn't quite so romantic anymore. In less than a few minutes were riding along the pavement on the longboard. The fresh night breeze fills my nostrils and it just feels amazing.

It has gotten really late and I can tell Vic is tired. I offer him to stay with me tonight. He accepts whole heartedly.

We get to my house in no time. The whole neighborhood seems to be dead. Not a single sound is to be heard. It's nice.

Vic and I walk hand-in-hand towards my house. My house looks like one of those you'd find on a horror movie. Dead plants, old lawn gnomes. A complete mess. I'm not that big of a gardener.

As we enter my house the loneliness of it overwhelms me. It's dark and quiet. Not the best combination. I guess that's what happens when you grow up and move out of your parents house after college. I turn to Vic and I notice his eyes in the darkness; they're half shut.

We make it to my room quietly, carefully trying not to trip over the stairs. I dont even turn the light on as we step through my room's door. I'm feeling beat. I just want to sleep after such an amazing night.

I let go of Vic's hand an I walk over to where my bed is, take off my shoes and then walk over to my vanity for something more comfortable to wear. Jeans aren't the best thing to sleep in.

I settle for a pair of black shorts and a tank top. Just when I am done pulling the shirt over my head, I feel Vic's arms wrap around my waist. His hands go inside my shirt and up my stomach. Goosebumps explode throughout my skin.

I can feel the heat radiating from his, now bare, chest. He must have taken off his shirt, I think to myself.

Seconds later he picks me up, my legs wrapped around his waist; he carries me over to my own bed. We fall gently into it and Vic sinks his face into my neck. I can feel breath after breath as he inhales and exhales, he kisses every inch of it. I wrap my arms around him and just lay there, watching my dark ceiling above.

He pulls his head away, and turns his body so that his back rests on the bed. Then I begin to hear the scuffling of him taking off his jeans. He drops them by the bed and places his face over me.

In the darkness I can see him smiling. A smile that makes him look even more beautiful than I already think he is. Is ile along with him.

With the back of his hand and his fingers, he begins a trail down my neck, my arm, my leg. A shiver runs down my spine and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end at his touch. His essence penetrates my skin and stays there.

His lips make their way towards my neck, once more, and plant soft kisses on it. My hands move towards his face and I pull him closer, and I kiss him back. All the while I can't help but think of how right his body fits with mine. I can feel his hot legs on mine, as well as both arms he has placed behind my back.

I break away and turn him over, straddling him, and pinning down his wrists onto the covers. I look down at him, his facial expression is calm and quiet. He then smiles at me and makes his way up my shirt with his hands. He moves his hands towards the top of my back and under the hooks of my bra. I'm taken aback when he removes his hands from under it and unhooks it.

He takes off my shirt and the bra. I cover my chest and look away from his gaze, half embarrassed for some odd reason. But he moves my hands away gently, and brings my body towards his. We turn our bodies over so that I lay under him and he presses his lips against mine. Vic holds me by the waist the hole time until he pulls away and begins trailing kisses down my neck and my stomach. He removes the remaining articles of clothing on my body. I don't hesitate.

No one, in my life, has ever made me feel so amazing. Vic knows exactly what to do and when. His love radiates through each of his kisses and his touch. I am immensely content.

...and I leave the rest up to your imagination.