Hey Guys, Dementor's Daughter here. It's been a while. I've recently got back into the show Victorious, and thought I'd come up with an AU scenario inspired by a prompt on Pinterest that I was looking for ideas earlier. This is kinda T/M rated though, so people who can't handle the slightly graphic content, don't read. Also, on another note, I don't own any of the characters mentioned in the story, all credit of those go to Dan Schneider and Nickelodeon. Please, Enjoy. - DD.
One important thing to take note of is that Tori really didn't want to be here. The heavy bass of the crap music that assaulted her eardrums was creating a headache she could really do without. The low lighting of the moderately sized apartment she'd been dragged to made it impossible to get around, what with her being a natural klutz. Tables, chairs, bags, hell, even her own shadow were things she'd tend to fall over when she wasn't paying enough attention. This place that Cat had begged her to come to, some house of some friend of the perky little redhead that Tori didn't know, was simply littered with death-inducing obstacles. She sighed, completely and utterly bored, simply looking around the room at the masses of people that were jumping to the beat of the music, spilling drinks over themselves, or being overly noisy in that typical teenage drunken stupor.
She'd spotted Cat talking to this guy with short, dark curly hair that looked kinda out of place and awkward, glasses on the tip of his nose as he looked awestruck at attention from a member of the opposite sex.
That was over two hours ago, they were off doing god knows what now, and Cat had left Tori alone. She thanked the stars that she'd chose to wear her black ripped skinny jeans tonight, as well as a loose fitting dark green sequined spaghetti strapped top. Why do you ask? Because she would have been stuck to the leather of the sofa she was sat on otherwise, albeit comfy, yes, but had she have worn shorts as she'd planned, her legs would have been left behind when she peeled herself from the sofa. And the green sequin top helped blend her into the dark atmosphere and remain unnoticed, which she preferred.
She stood up, bracing herself as she intended to find the kitchen to get another drink. She was sticking to Pepsi tonight as she'd somehow let Cat talk her into being the designated driver. She could have just asked Cat to get a lift back with Andre or Beck, but she'd seen the state of those two once she'd gotten here, and just knew that they wouldn't be in any fit state to drive tonight. Finishing her drink, Tori carefully maneuvered herself around tables and such that were in her way, on high alert of her surroundings so that she wouldn't fall over and make a fool of herself.
Reaching the kitchen, the tan half-Latina opened the fridge, reached in to get another can of Pepsi, and, upon shutting the fridge, almost threw the can over herself as she jumped out of her skin due to the appearance of another person right behind the fridge door.
She took a moment to collect her breath, noting that the person who scared her was a girl; a scarily beautiful one at that. Tori stood there for a second, dumbstruck at her intimidating appearance. Until now she had been too startled to really appreciate the girl stood before her. Now, however, she noticed the dark, just past shoulder length dark hair with streaks of dark green and blue through it. She noticed the long slender legs encased in ripped tights leaving streaks of pale skin teasingly exposed. She noticed the black denim high-waisted skirt that stopped just above mid-thigh. She noticed the dark green long sleeved top that was tucked into said skirt, strangely enough, scissors stashed in the waistband of the skirt looking menacingly sharp, not unlike the attitude of the girl herself. Smokey grey-blue eyes followed her every move, smirk becoming more pronounced as Tori checked her out. Clearly, she saw something she liked. The girl raised her eyebrow and Tori took note of the piercing as it flashed in the light and the somewhat patronizing smirk on her face, causing Tori to narrow her eyes, irritation flashing through her a slight bit.
"Holy shit, you really crept up on me there, that wasn't funny, y'know!" Tori exclaimed.
The girl in question tilted her head to the side languidly and smirked that infernal smirk once more.
"It was quite funny, actually, you should have seen the look on your face, Vega. "Ooh, someone help me quick, I'm Miss Sweet Sally Peaches and I nearly threw my drink to the gosh darn ground and myself to this itsy bit o' floorin'!" The girl said mockingly in a southern drawl, eyes glinting maliciously, with a dark teasing edge to them.
"I don't talk like that! I didn't exactly get dragged here to this boring ass party to get verbally attacked by some dark and brooding person, because although so far this is the most interesting thing to happen to me all night at this boring ass house while going to this boring ass party for my friend to hook up with this boring ass guy she's been after all year, it's still not something I appreciate, Miss Tall Dark and Sexy!" Tori closed her mouth, staring at the girl angrily, only slightly embarrassed at her choice of wording.
The girl took a step closer, causing Tori to instinctively shuffle backwards, stumbling slightly, though not losing that spark of determination in her chocolate coloured eyes. Tori arched her eyebrow challengingly, fighting a blush at her clumsiness. Still, the girl moved, shortening the distance between her and Tori with every breath, having a notable effect on the bravado of confidence the half-Latina was displaying. Smirk broadening to a full-on shark-like grin as the girl realised she could back Tori into a corner if she kept pushing forwards.
"Uh, what, what are you doing? I kind of have a personal space bubble and you're being completely disrespectful right now by invading it. Are you even aware of how rude you're being right now, considering that I don't even know your name and you just waltz into the kitchen like you own the place and getting all up in my shit as if you know me, it's really rude and I really don't appreciate it an- and-" Tori paused, suddenly realising she was rambling and the girl in front of her had inched closer while she was running her mouth.
Tori leant back, just now aware of how her body had moved backward while she let her nerves get the best of her, and now she was cornered by this intimidating person in front of her. As a matter of fact, she felt the edge of the kitchen counter against the small of her back. It hurt. She felt trapped as she stared up into the dark, captivating eyes in front of her.
The girl had moved, placing her arms on either side of Tori, pupils dilating as she took in just how good the tan girl in front of her smelt, her scent and slight perfume invading her senses, clouding her judgment, erasing her rational thought process as she surprised herself by crashing her lips to Tori's. Jade's hands shifted, one hand tightly gripping the girl to her, the other tangling in her hair, holding her in place as she commanded the kiss, demanding entrance. Tugging on Tori's hair, feeling the other girl's body arch up into the sensation, thoroughly enjoying the slim girl molding her body into the taller goth girl's. Jade used the moan that she gave to slip her tongue into the other girl's mouth, feeling Tori's tongue desperately collide and battle with her own. Moving her body forward, she pressed Tori firmly, painfully into the countertop, kissing her as though her life depended on it. Tori pressed back, almost mindlessly shoving her thigh in between Jade's. Jade released a short, guttural moan at the friction being created there. Blame it on the drink but Jade could do this for hours. Instinctively, Jade ground down on the thigh between her legs, keening lowly in her throat at the sensations the movement created. Tori slid her hands up Jade's back, completely lost to the feelings that the taller, dark-haired girl was emitting from her, dragging her nails roughly back down where her hands had slid up. Jade practically purred at the feeling of the slight stinging, melting ever so slightly, only semi-aware of Tori's hand at the nape of her neck, gripping her hair in a desperate indication of how she needed more of Jade, and fast. Jade drew away suddenly, heavy-lidded and exerting pretty much all of her self control.
Breathing raggedly, unknowingly sending shivers down Tori's spine, she spoke huskily into the shorter girl's ear, tone deep and promising everything that Tori didn't know she needed until now.
"This is my fucking house, Vega, and my name's Jade West. I wouldn't talk too much shit about it, not unless you want me to really scare the shit out of you the next time I see you. I start at Hollywood Arts on Monday, maybe this could continue where we left off if I can tolerate you when I'm sober. You'd be surprised how difficult I can be. People tend to run from me, I wonder if I'll catch you. You seem to be the only person here with enough courage, to be honest. I hate these things too, believe it or not." Tugging lightly on her earlobe with her teeth, Jade stepped back from the slightly shorter brown-haired beauty in front of her, hearing the small, desperate noise Tori made at the sharp pain inflicted upon her ear. Jade took a sadistic pride in how dazed and almost high Tori looked from just one kiss. Yeah, it fucked Jade up too, but the less Vega knew, the better.
Tori glanced over at Jade, dumbstruck but aroused beyond belief. 'Fuck me..' Tori thought, she had it bad after only ten minutes. She couldn't decide if she wanted to get to know jade in a physical or emotional sense right now, but she knew that she'd been shaken to her core from a single kiss.
Jade's disheveled appearance, her hair mussed, lipstick smudged and her eyes darkened with lust was enough to convince Tori that she didn't think she'd ever seen anyone as beautiful.
Wait. What the shit did Jade just say? She owned the place. This was her house, and she'd completely disrespected her, where she lived and the type of person Jade was. It was official, Tori Vega was a complete fucking idiot. She'd let her emotions get the best of her, but, Jesus, that kiss...
That kiss was something else.
"I'll get Cat to give you my number, Vega. See you Monday, Sally Peaches." Jade said, before sauntering with a confident, striking sway of her hips, like the cat that got the cream and then some. Tori shook her head, amused, aroused and utterly overwhelmed.
That was it. That was the moment Tori knew she was fucked.
And she loved it.
