Hello again, my apple pies :{) How've you been? I'm here again to show you guys a tiny preview of my newest story. I'm obsessed with winter, so, yeah. Oh, and also, would you guys please check out my profile page and vote in the poll? I really need to know what you think {: So, before this gets any longer, on to the story.
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Victorious, 'cause if I did, Beck and Tori would be together by now.
Avan closed the door behind him and approached the living room, smiling at the woman sitting in the couch. She was covered by a puffy blanket, which she pulled up to her neck and kept it there nonchalantly. He placed the newly bought bottle of liquor in the small table and joined her under the warm covers. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he felt the warmth of the blanket collide with his cold body, earning a chuckle from the girl beside him. Avan removed his shoes and socks and pecked her lips softly. She grabbed the bottle of liquor, opening it and taking a long swig.
"Thirsty much?"
"Heck yeah. Didn't have the guts to go to the kitchen. My toes are freezing." She said, approaching her cold toes to his. He winced.
Their glances moved back to the television. Black and white images glowed on the medium sized screen, though, there was no sound but an instrumental song. Avan recognized the man with a bowler hat, a darkened mustache and salient expressions.
"Charlie Chaplin?" He asked, placing his face in the nape of her neck and breathing in her scent. She merely nodded and shivered as his cold fingertips ghosted under her shirt, making their way to her waistline. Her breathing hitched. He kissed her cheek and smiled at her.