A/N: So, I haven't written anything in ages, and I know that I can't progress as a writer if I don't actually write... so I've typed up a few drabbles to Oh Land songs centering around my darlings Conrad and Victoria Grayson. If you still ship them join me on this journey my fellow ConVicted felons.

Disclaimer: Still don't own Revenge

Perfection

"I just want you to feel something!" she screamed at the indignant man standing before her. They'd been screaming at each other for over an hour, the tension between them had long ago grown unbearable and staring into his emotionless blue eyes made her stomach roil. She pushed her blonde hair behind her ears and pursed her lips together, her throat dry and scratchy. "I want you to look at me the same way you look at her."

His silence was killing her. His affair was killing her. He was killing her. This blue eyed billionaire whose smiles cut like a knife was leaving her. After he'd begged and pleaded for her to stay with him, to stop drinking, to support him he'd cheated on her. She would've been understanding if the young woman wasn't exactly what he needed. But deep down in her soul she knew Victoria was the one, and that alone made her stumble into their upscale apartment stinking of booze and the jealousy she'd gotten herself drunk on at 3am and scream at him until her throat ran dry.

His whore was a pretty little thing, everything about her dark and alluring and perfect. The penniless bitch had managed to worm her way into Conrad's bed, which in itself wasn't a difficult task; what she couldn't understand was how the girl had stolen his heart. A heart that was legally bound to her- she was his wife, not some mistress, but as she watched him walk away with a "Goodnight, Steph," thrown over his shoulder, she couldn't help but feel like the other woman.

Unwanted, imperfect and hopelessly drunk.


Victoria sat at the bar in Conrad's office drink in hand. The sleeve of her nightgown fell back into place as she set her now empty tumbler onto the coaster in front of her. She mentally added today to the endless list of terrible days she'd had in the past forever.

She sensed him before she heard him. His easy footsteps on the hardwood floor getting closer and closer to her with every passing step only agitated her more."Looks like you could use some company."

"Hmm. Two months ago," she quipped, bringing her glass to her lips. She rolled her eyes when he took a seat beside her, but poured him a drink nonetheless.

He smirked at her comment; he was amazed that in all these years of marriage she still knew how to rile him up. "Two months ago, my dear, we were being heralded in "The Times" as a golden couple, and now look at us. One child arrested for murder, and the other can't look at us without contempt."

"Divorced but living under the same roof," she added to his list of their problems with a tilt of her head.

"At least it's a 20,000-square-foot roof. It's not like we'll be tripping over each other-"

"24,000." she challenged him with a smile on her face. She dissolved into a fit of laughter at her own joke and Conrad followed suit, bumping her shoulder playfully. His grin grew wider when he noticed her dimples showing. It was such a rarity to see her smiling-laughing even, especially with him and not at him.

"Oh, how the hell did we get here?"

She used her left hand to brush her hair out of her face before turning to face him fully. It was in these moments that she truly loved the man sitting beside her. For the first time in a long time their banter wasn't laced with scorn or hurtful words. This was different, this was them at their worst that somehow made them their best; a paradox in flux.

"It wasn't the affairs, or the mistrust or the mistrust," Conrad began explaining as he ran his thumb over the rim of his glass. "I think it was misconceptions."

Victoria raised her eyebrows. "Really, how so?"

He cleared his throat and cocked his head to the side. "When I first met you I thought you were the most perfect woman I'd ever seen-" he started before she interrupted him.

"And has your opinion changed?" she asked just a bit coyly.

"I wasn't finished, Victoria."

She smiled, knowing how he hated repeating himself. When he spoke he expected people to listen...but normally she never did.

"As I was saying you were, the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. However, as the years went on and you became more and more distant, especially after the David Clarke fiasco," he said her ex-lovers name the same way he always did, the only difference was in the sincerity of his tone and his artic pools burning holes into her dark brown eyes. "And for the record Lydia was just a warm body, nothing more nothing less," he added as an afterthought knowing his recent infidelity had scorned Victoria.

He watched a shadow cross over her face. He'd just mentioned her ex-lover and his mistress in the same breath and it she made it clear that she wasn't happy about it. Victoria took a deep breath to compose herself and took her last swig of liquid courage. She wanted to say something but she was at a loss for words.

"I just want you to feel something, Victoria," Conrad whispered more to himself than to her.

"Is that what you think? That I don't feel." she turned to him with a sudden anger about her that he hadn't seen in years. She was so damn tired of hearing people say things like that. She may be the Queen of the Hamptons but that shouldn't equate to "Bitchtoria Grayson" and "Ice Queen." She hated being branded by people, and hearing it out of the man who knew her best stung.

"Conrad, I'm not that young naïve little girl who would've done anything to keep you by her side, and even if I was you wouldn't want me...not the way I am now." Resigned, she brushed her hands across his lapel and placed her head on his chest. He sat there staring down at her in his arms for the first time since Daniel's arrest. He wrapped his arms around her and spoke into her hair.

"You're still perfect, Victoria."


A/N2: Ignore all mistakes, I hope you guys like the first installment… or maybe this is just a one shot I'm not sure. Anyway, RXR please, loves.