Whenever I started to whimper or squirm from the memories that flooded back all at once, Victor would pull me closer to him. Or gently shake me up, and I would tighten my grip on his chest, slipping back into sleep. After a while I fell into a deep sleep, hair in my face and all. Then everything went black again, but this time it was peaceful.
"Mm..."
I groaned out, slowly blinking my eyes open. I lifted my gaze, and found my head on Victor's chest, he was snoring lightly on his back. I carefully sat up not to wake him, then hung my legs off the edge of the bed. Scratching my head, I inhaled quickly, my hair drifting forward.
"Thank you."
Lifting my gaze to see my younger self, I nodded as she suddenly hugged me, I hugged her back. When I looked up again she was gone, but I knew she wasn't really.
"Hey, you okay?"
Victor said sitting up, rubbing my back a little. As I replied.
"Yeah I'm okay, thank you for staying with me."
"Always."
Blinking, now that I know I'm a mental mess, the door in my mind is wide open. Every day at a time could be difficult. Turning back to Victor, we locked eyes, as I developed a look. It matched what I was thinking Victor could help me through it. Then it slowly turned dark, his wife just died, his sister is the murderer. Kyle could be the rapist, as the smile I once had ran away from my face. To a solid dim look, Victor rubbed his thumb on my cheek, which pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Spill."
He said as I replied.
"I didn't say anything-"
"I know that look, what is it?"
Lightly sighing, I moved back to middle of the bed, which sat me closer to Victor before continuing.
"Remember when I said we shouldn't see each other? It's not that I don't want to be with you, it's just..."
"You don't want me to leap before I look huh?"
"Exactly, I'm a mess and you need to stabilize yourself along with your family."
I can't believe I didn't notice it until now, but I was in sleep clothes, and my dress was neatly hung in the empty closet.
"And?"
I rolled my eyes, he's a lot like Jane.
"If you were ever seen with me outside of a house, the press would destroy you."
"Says the woman who hates men."
I gasped punching his shoulder as he chuckled.
"I should kick you in the balls for that."
"That sounds like you."
"What are you talking about-"
Pulling me to his chest, our noses were inches apart as he dipped his head at me.
"When have you ever cared about press or what other people say about you?"
"Because deep down I always knew they were right just too much of an ass to admit it."
"So you're saying everything they've said about you is true?"
I started to respond but found I couldn't, as Victor took that chance to lean in and kiss me. He pulled away a little slower this time, as we breathed on each other, it was our first official kiss outside of my panic attack.
"When has Tris ever apologized?"
"Never."
"Exactly, so screw them, do what you want."
"Take what I want."
"You've got it."
As we burst into a chuckle, I started to say.
"But still-"
"Shh..."
Victor cut me off, we were both developing a look like it was going somewhere deeper. Our breath getting heavier by the second. It was my turn now, so I decided to take it. Cupping his chin I kissed him, as he kissed me back, pulling me onto his lap. His lips were soft and addicting, the longer I kissed him for the better I felt. I pulled away for a second so we could breathe, my chest pressing on his slightly. In the silence, with the exception of our unsteady breaths, he licked my bottom lip asking his tongue to enter. I let him, as his touched the tip of my own, before locking into mine. Which caused me to slightly moan, though we were sharing saliva, it was the hottest moment between us. At least so far. We continued to make out, his fingers grazing lower and lower on my back, gripping my clothes. My fingers ran through Victor's hair, as I felt him get more perky as time went on.
"Tris..."
The way my name crawled out of Victor's throat in his breathless moan compelled me to pounce on him right then and there, but I could tell he wanted to talk. So I moved away from him some, still sitting next to him, just not right on his lap.
"I know that I just killed the moment, but I have to tell you this now."
"Shoot."
I said combing some strands of my hair with my hand.
"I don't want to have sex before marriage."
Getting a very surprised/denial expression, he chuckled a bit before asking.
"Is that a problem?-"
"No no, it's just rare, and kinda what I wanted to..."
Hating the blush growing on my face, Victor got a smug grin before starting to tickle me. I laughed loud, before he touched his forehead to mine, saying.
"I'm glad, you're face was priceless."
"Don't laugh at me."
"No promises."
"Do you ever shut up?"
"If you want me too, but probably not."
We laughed together, as Victor suddenly dipped his head down and kissed my neck. Using his tongue to lick from the base of my neck to my chin, and I couldn't stop the full body moan coming out of my throat.
"How dare you."
"What are you going to do about it?"
Victor was really trying to start something with me, as I licked my lips, giving him a small peck on the lips. Then whispered in his ear.
"I wouldn't tempt me if I were you, marriage will have to come early."
