Classic Acting

Part 8

Katie looked down on you, shaking her head with her arms crossed. You were on her couch, shivering and drooling and you refused to go back to your place. She muttered to herself and sat down with you, leaning back and turning on the TV, "(Y/N). Get up. You look pathetic."

"No," you whined. Stolas had gotten you with the same drug as the last time you visited and you were turning into a horny mess. You twisted a bit, trying to write on the list to incorporate Octavia into everything. "At least I managed to get back."

"Yeah? So what? You didn't even use this to your advantage with Vox," she sniffed. "You'd probably be fixed by now." You gave her a pointed glare and gritted your teeth, forcing yourself up and the movement making you shiver.

"I'm a lady of my word and I'm going to make him court me right, that's all. If we had been any farther into it then yeah, all right, maybe I would have," you snorted. "And besides, staying here means the stalker can't get any ideas with me."

"You still haven't taken care of that," she chuckled, "Why am I not surprised? You're letting everyone walk all over you!"

"Excuse you! I am not," you cried. She got up and walked to the door when someone rang the doorbell. "I'm planning what to do with them when I get my claws into them." You turned and had your eyes follow her. Her apartment was massive and spacious with what looked like all the latest appliances. She had many bright red decorations from the couch you were sitting on to the curtains at the window facing the news studio. You couldn't see who she was talking to behind the door but you could hear a chipper whisper from it.

You muttered a bit, turning around and fixing your robe as you saw her step to the side. Whoever it was, you didn't want them near you. It wouldn't be hard to tell how messed up you were at this point but you could still try to save some of your dignity. The footsteps walked up right behind you, hands resting on your shoulders. You stiffened, your ears perking and back straining to go deeper into contact instinctively. You looked up and felt your face heat up at the sight of Vox.

"I was wondering why you didn't go back to your place after, kitten," he chuckled. You turned a bit, smiling awkwardly.

"Mr. Vox! It's so good to see you! I didn't know you knew where Katie's place was," you looked past him at the smug smirk on your friend's face.

"Well, she told me that you had a small problem that might interfere with the show," he hummed. You looked up at him again, the red of his eyes already knowing your situation. "I came to take you home if that's all right? You should be sleeping it off in your place, shouldn't you?" You covered your face and suddenly let yourself purr from the hand behind your ear.

"I should but I'm not quite okay with going back. It's just a tactic to lose the stalker," you had to fight for the words, looking back up at Vox as he smirked triumphantly.

"Did he get worse after the party, perchance," Vox walked around and held his hand out to you. Your mind screamed not to take it but you weren't ready to lose contact. Katie didn't want to touch you in case you lost control and started doing things you would regret and she'd hate you for. You refused to touch yourself because you weren't home. It would feel like Stolas had won if you had. Vox was hopefully still blind to the whole reason why you were like this.

He was just humoring you and you could see it in his eyes. He knew you were in a situation most likely because of Katie. He was here most likely due to Katie trying to set the two of you up. You didn't realize you were so deep in thought until Vox gave a small cough. You blinked, having leaned over and taken his hand only to have your eyes level with his pelvis. Your face turned a dark shade of red as Katie laughed from the kitchen. "Kitten, you flatter me," he chuckled.

You stood up quickly, stumbling a bit and Vox having to correct your balance by your elbow, "I am so sorry! I don't know-"

"Relax, kitten. Let's just get you home," he placed your hand on his arm and started for the door. He stopped and turned to Katie who was smirking at the counter, "Thank you for the call, Ms. Killjoy. It's much appreciated."

"You best treat her right Vox," she sang. "Or I'll bury you." You heard the crack of her knuckles as he shut the door and lead you down the hallway.

You let him stay around as you just pulled the large pillow you called a bed out to the living room. You still hadn't cleaned the fur off but you'd suffer that small embarrassment in the place of not being a good host. Vox sat on the couch and turned the TV on while you worked on the schedule for the show. He was constantly texting and scowling at his phone and a pang of guilt buried itself in your chest. "Mr. Vox, you don't have to stay," you smiled back at him, shifting.

It was all you could do not to rub your legs together obviously. Vox looked up, the scowl turning to a smile when he made eye contact.

"Kitten, I can't just leave you all alone," he chuckled. "You don't look so well and there were some things that I wanted to ask you." You felt your ears flatten against your head and couldn't correct them before Vox took notice, "I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. I just need to know a few things."

"All right, go ahead and ask," you sat up, keeping your legs together as you sat on your ankles.

"How do you know Stolas," the question was more than blunt and more than made you uncomfortable. You made your smile widen and picked at the pillow.

"Well, he had shown to one of my performances in the theater," you shifted a bit and rubbed the back of your neck. "I was invited to one of his little parties soon after and well, things happened from there. He became a regular fan."

Vox stared and nodded a bit, letting the silence spread before his next question, "What got you into theater?" You relaxed a bit, sitting up on your pillow.

"Where to start? I was young and I was taken to my first live performance. I fell in love with it and started playing with the dream of being in one," you nodded. The smile on your face softened as you continued to pick. He watched with the smile on his face ever-present.

"What made you continue even into hell," he chuckled. You stared at him and tilted your head a bit. Why did you? You could have done something different yet here you were, doing the same things you did in your living life. Vox watched and patted next to him, humming. You stared at the spot he patted before slowly moving over and sitting next to him on the cushion.

"That is a good question," you nodded. "I think it's because it's what made me proud and happy." He put his arm over you, pulling you closer and you tensed. He smelled. Not in a bad way but in the fresh juniper and cologne way, the way that made you want to bury your face into his chest and take all of it in. Your ears flattened as the depraved thoughts filled your mind.

"You seem distressed," he hummed. His hand found it's way behind your ear and gently started scratching. You purred a bit and shivered, quickly moving away before your body took over.

"It's quite dangerous here, Mr. Vox," you pushed yourself away quickly, your face a deep red. Vox stared and smirked, pulling you back to his side.

"What's so dangerous here," he asked playfully, "There's nothing life-threatening." 

You stared at him and pouted, "Please, Mr. Vox. I'm sure you don't want to ruin our relationship as it stands and I'd hate to regret having you here at this time." He stared for a moment before leaning over and kissing your head. He stood and lifted you, walking you to your room and setting you down in the doorway.

"Oh, there won't be much to regret," the hungry look in his eyes made you stiffen. Your claws extended and you grew up to his height, growling a bit.

"Mr. Vox," you glared at him and the two of you stayed like that. He stared right at you and put his hands behind his back, the smile on his face wide. It was a while before you took a breath and went back to your natural height, leaning on the doorframe a bit and looking past him. It wouldn't hurt. He didn't seem like he'd be like Stolas. "Just tonight. Please don't judge me based on this."

"I wouldn't dream of it kitten," he turned and grabbed the pillow, dragging it back to your room while undoing his buttons.