Set after 2x07, Victoria and Conrad reconnect, but will she be able to wreck the barrier she created against him in her heart? This is the story of how she tries.
It had been a hell of a day. Victoria and Conrad almost died. It was interesting to notice how people can act different when your lives and the life of someone you love is threatened. How Conrad held her hand and said he was sorry, how he justified his actions with his love for her. He confessed, without regret, he had killed for her. Of course that's screwed up, she thaught. Afterall he killed the man she loved.
All these toughts rushed through her brain as she sat on her bed drinking whiskey, trying to calm herself. The strange thing was that, in that moment, all she felt towards Conrad was gratitude. Gratitude, because he held her hand. Because he said he was sorry. Because he actually cared about the fact that she was going to always thought people would celebrate her passing.
Conrad didn't see her that way. He loved her and still cared. All her true colors were known by him and he was still there. Maybe it was because they were so alike, he didn't mind her faults. Doesn't everyone have a bad side and does terrible things once in a while? Victoria still hated him for killing David, but maybe also never stopped loving him. There were definitely unresolved feelings towards him, she never delt with. That night, the wall she had built to push him away wasn't strong. He got to her.
Even if she would probably end up putting the wall up again, right there, she didn't care. It was probably the alcohol's fault, she thought.
Unexpectedly, he came into her room, walked in her direction and, genlty, kissed her forehead. She didn't know how to react. For a few seconds, all she did was stand still. She had long forgotten what Conrad's touch felt like. After so much time despising any kind of affection from his part, she never expected to enjoy the warmth of his breath against her skin, but she did. Without thinking, she reached out and held his hand as he was turning around. In her head, she justified herself saying she was just seeking his attention, because she didn't want to feel alone anymore, but was that the truth? What if this was her trying to reconnect with Conrad? Victoria didn't want to consider that.
-C...Can you...Stay? - The last word came out in a whisper as their eyes met. He stood speechless, looking at his wife. All he saw was fragility. That made him feel an urge to protect her. Victoria always had this effect on him. No matter how strong, she could seem at times. Conrad smiled.
-Do you really want me to?-He asked, in disbelief.
-Yes.-the words fell out of her mouth faster than expected.
-Of course I can. - He whispered, lowering his head and kissing her hand. Sitting beside her, he carressed her cheeks. The way she closed her eyes, feeling his touch made his heart calmer. For the first time that day, he could breathe.
-Are you ok? - Even though it was obvious none of them were, he asked just wanting her to open up. Victoria shook her head, meaning she was not.
-No...-tears fell down her cheeks. She buried her head on his shoulder, crying. He held her tight.
-We are fine now...Still alive and kicking.-He joked. That made her smile. Their eyes met and he pulled her face to his and stopped, afraid she wouldn't want him. Her lips met his and they let them touch softly. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him again, but, suddenly parted. Conrad kissed her again and she opened her mouth letting his tongue in.
The more they kissed, the more Victoria wanted him. She knew if she hadn't drank, none of this would be happening. "I shouldn't continue..." She thought, as Conrad slid his hands up her leg, going under her nightdress. "But why does it feel so right?"
All Conrad wanted was to make her feel safe. When she helped take his suit off and throwing it on the floor, he barely took his mouth away from hers. Her hands were all over his naked chest, when he pulled her nightgown out. As she pulled him on top of her, he stretched his arms and turned off the lights. She was too eager to have him inside her to wait any longer. Their hips collided in perfect rhythm. Victoria felt all the tension leave her, while waves of pleasure went through her body.
A little bit of moonlight was coming in from the balcony outside and it allowed her to see his beautiful blue eyes. They smiled in the midst of soft moans.
He enjoyed the feeling of having his hair pulled by her hands when he thrusted in hard inside her. They accelerated their pace until the climax. Conrad tried to lay down by her side, but she held him tight, still on top of her. He wrapped his arms around her and sank his face in her neck, kissing it.
-Don't go yet...-Victoria whispered. The warmth of his body made her feel like everything was ok. As drunk as she could be, she had to admit it had been great.
Their bodies still matched perfectly and the chemistry was undeniable. For the first time, in years, Victoria didn't regret having Conrad as her husband. She wouldn't like to have spent that night with anybody else.
-I won't. I'm right here.
-Thank you...
A light breeze came in from the beach making, cooling off their heated bodies. The moment felt so good, it was almost as if nothing had ever changed between them.
She remembered why she started loving him in the first place. It was the way he demonstrated affection towards her. It always made her feel comforted. "I think I still love you." He rolled to the side, but pulled her close to him, spooning her.
-Goodnight, Conrad.-That was all she was able to say at the time.
-Goodnight, my dear.
"Maybe, we can try again."
