Beast Within*Kellic*

Chapter Twelve

Vic POV

From: Kellin c:

Hey babe (is that okay?)

To: Kellin c:

Haha yeah it is. Do you mind if I call you sweetheart?

From: Kellin c:

Not at all, babe ;*

To: Kellin c:

Okay sweetheart :* What do ya need?

From: Kellin c:

I was wondering if we could hang out...I miss you...

To: Kellin c:

aw :3 I miss you too. Yeah, come over now? No one's home.

From: Kellin c:

Was that supposed to be suggestive?

To: Kellin c:

No, you pervert. Just a fact

From: Kellin c:

Hey, I am not a pervert! Okay, I'll be over in a few.

I groaned as I got out of bed, heading to the bathroom. I took a glance in the mirror, seeing that my hair was all mussed up and discovering that my voice was still croaky. A grin spread across my face as I realized that this fact would drive Kellin crazy, so I brushed my teeth and "forgot" to put a shirt on.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I grinned once again before regaining my composure. Then I opened the door and...

Kellin's eyes scanned my body, swallowing visibly.

One, two...

Lips crashed onto mine, hands tangling in my hair. I shot down the urge to laugh, kissing him back as I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him in the door and shutting it before pushing him up against it.

"I thought that wasn't supposed to be suggestive?" he mumbled against my lips, pulling back to gaze at me once more.

"It wasn't, babe," I said in my sleep voice, which made him all the more frustrated.

"Do you know what you're doing to me right now?" he questioned, tilting his head and kissing my neck slowly. I swallowed and nodded, smirking.

"Of course I do, Kells," I answered, pulling back and making him pout. "So...what do you want to do?"

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After making me put a shirt on(but not fix my hair; Kellin thought it looked too sexy), we headed to my room.

"I want to see your room," he had said. "Someone's room says a lot about them, you know."

And so, into my room we went. I sat on the bed as his eyes wandered around my room, taking in every detail of it.

"I love the color of your walls. I wish mine were that color," he admitted. My walls were a dark blue, with various band posters hanging all around.

"What color is your room?" I asked, curious.

He crinkled his nose, not making eye contact quite yet. "Green."

"Nice," I chuckled.

"No way, I love this band," he exclaimed suddenly, looking at my Misfits poster. I grinned at his childlikeness, standing up and wrapping my arms around his waist.

"I can sing you a song by them, if you like," I murmured, swaying us from side to side.

"Really?" he asked, turning his head to look at me. He blushed as he did, noticing how close together we were.

"Yeah," I whispered. "I know a lot of songs by them. I could play you guitar, too," I admitted.

"You know guitar?" he questioned incredulously. "You seriously are the perfect person."

I noticed how he didn't say human, which amused me greatly. But I didn't point it out, not wanting to embarrass him.

It was amazing how fast my feelings grew for him. Or maybe they were there this whole time like Oli and Mike suspected, and I just ignored them because I knew deep down that I shouldn't fall for a human.

It was too dangerous.

"Aw," I said, nuzzling my face into his neck. "Want me to teach you some?" I questioned.

"Would you really?"

"Of course, sweetheart," I told him, pulling away. I grabbed my guitar and sat on the bed, motioning for him to sit with me. He did cautiously, looking at the guitar as if it were a wild animal.

"Calm down," I chuckled.

"Well, it's just that I really suck at guitar...." he trailed off.

"Here, sit on my lap," I said, moving the guitar momentarily. He looked at me like I was crazy.

"You can't be serious," he said.

"I am. Sit on my lap."

"But I'm heavy!" he protested. I gave him a look of disbelief.

"I could pick you up with one arm. Now sit. On. My. Lap."

We eyed each other for awhile before he sighed and gave in, sitting on me. I put the guitar over his lap triumphantly, placing his hand on the frets and one at the bottom of the strings.

"Okay, put your finger here, here and..."

For the next half hour, I taught him some basic chords and notes. He got the hang of it and looked over at me with a smile on his face.

"I get it!" he exclaimed.

"Good," I murmured, looking at his lips. He got the hint and set the guitar down, turning around in my lap. He wrapped his arms around my neck and smiled at me softly, running his fingers through my hair.

I leaned forward and captured his lips with mine, the kissing instantly getting dirty as I pushed my way into his mouth. He pushed me back onto the bed, straddling me as we made out for the next hour.

It was safe to say that the guitar lessons were forgotten.

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A/N Before you ask no they did not do the thing okay bye this has been a PSA