It All Started With A Payback

Sixteen: Proof of Love

A/N Warning! This chapter is rated SPG for its steamy content. (Just kidding)

Seriously though, if you are uncomfortable reading scenes that have sexual content, kindly skip this one and proceed to the next one.

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Tori's chest ached, first from so much emptiness when she heard the main door opening and closing softly.

Then from tension.

Finally, from the intense relief that flooded her when she felt Louie's arms around her.

Tears flowed freely as she leaned her head and back against the solid wall of his chest. His arms tightened even more, bringing her closer to him as though he wanted to absorb her.

When she entered her studio she had one purpose: to lose herself in another painting so she can effectively block the thoughts of their argument and the only outcome of the things she had said.

She had sat on her stool, her brush poised for the abuse she was ready to give it....and she had come up with absolutely nothing.

"I'm sorry....I'm sorry.." he whispered over and over.  His lips brushing against her left cheek. The brush dropped on the floor.  Her arms wound around his neck  as she buried her head in the crook of his neck.

He pressed his cheek against hers and sighed deeply.  It surprised her that even though she was no longer crying she could still feel tears streaming down her cheeks.

She touched Louie's cheek and realized with an aching heart that they were his.  

"I love you Tori, so much, that the thought of not being with you feels like someone's ripping my heart apart." He lifted her hand off his cheek, squeezed it tightly and brought it to his lips.

"That's why even though I know you will never learn to love me as much as you love Mark, I still want a chance to be with you.  I may not be as perfect for you as he is, but I will try my best with every breath I take, to prove to you that no one could ever love you more than I could."

That moment she felt the pain he was probably feeling, it was tearing her apart hearing him say those words.  He thought she didn't love him enough, that she would choose Mark over him.  In spite of it all, he was still pleading her to give him a chance to prove himself.

She turned her face up toward his and met his eyes.  She laid her hand softly on his cheek once again and drew him closer to her.

"Prove it now." She whispered against his lips as she pressed her mouth against his.  She opened her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue on the seam of his lips, coaxing it to part.

He groaned and opened his mouth and received her kiss warmly.  Then he heatedly returned it, his tongue delving into her mouth seeking hers, touching, stroking until the small spark in the pit of her stomach erupted into a consuming fire that licked her skin.

Her moans fueled his desire.  His hand left her midsection only to travel underneath his shirt that she was wearing.  His arm angled, his hand cupped her breast, gently kneading it. Soliciting a fresh bout of moans from her.

She felt the muscles between her thighs tighten, the same way he felt the tension that radiated from her thighs. His hand resting on the junction of her thigh and hip slid lower until it tentatively touched that part of her aching for him.

She lifted her hips in response, wanting to feel the heat and pressure of his palm. Emboldened by her response he slid his hand beneath her skirt and seeked the source of the wetness between her parted thighs.