Feeling Good- the Muse. (Came on as I began writing this drabble, so call it my inspiration if you want)
Victoria smirked.
The light of dawn stretched over the face of the other girl in her bed. She wasn't exactly sure how it happened (Max had sworn that her cheap pickup lines at the beginning of the year would have no effect) but clearly something had changed last night. The blonde had no idea how they'd ended up in her bedroom from the Vortex club. She had no idea how Max had gone from that meek little girl that could barely mutter two words without stuttering, to someone who was confident, flirty, and downright sinful. From what Victoria could remember last night at the pool (grinding, lips that sucked on her neck, and eventually stumbling into the bathroom and locking the stall door-) what happened between them was hot.
More than that, Victoria fucked the girl who'd been playing hard to get all year.
Now the question was: how did Victoria keep her?
Their clothes were scattered throughout the room. From what Victoria could see in her position leaning slightly above the other girl, her lipstick had smeared across the other girl's lips. She remembered that clearly. Passionate, fast, battling tongues and grasping for an even ground as she sucked on Max's lips. The rest of the night was a blur, but there was the faintest memory of clawing her hands down Max's back and hearing her name screamed from the brunette's lips.
Max shifted in her sleep, curling to make up for the lack of warmth Victoria stole when she sat up. From that angle, Victoria could see the delicate curve of her lips, the rosiness in her cheeks, the slightest fluttering in her eyelashes as Max dreamed. Max's hair was splayed across Victoria's pillows, Max was tangled up in her sheets.
Victoria had finally fulfilled the conquest she'd set out to take nearly all year, even as they'd argued and screamed. Even in her anger, Victoria had been severely taken with Max. Attracted in ways that made her body sing when they'd gotten so close she could feel the heat of Max's breath on her lips in their fights. From what she barely could remember last night, when they'd finally met in the sheets it was explosive. Agressive. Intimate. And, after a while, it had gotten slow. Careful. Sobering.
Now that Victoria knew what it felt like to have Max, she never wanted to let her go. She wanted Max waking up in her bed every day. She wanted Max screaming at her angrily, and screaming at her in passion. She wanted Max to hold. And, she wanted to learn all the secret corners of Maxine Caulfield. To be the only one to know all those corners. Victoria wanted to talk to Max without screaming or getting into an argument. She wanted to be the one Max came to with her problems. She wanted to take care of Max in every possible way she could.
Victoria wanted to call Max hers.
Maybe it was her selfishness, or sense of entitlement, her overconfidence or ego, but Victoria Chase always got what she wanted.
And someday she wanted Max to be hers, and to be Max's in turn.
As Victoria shifted back down (Max easily and instantly slipping back into her arms), she knew she'd do everything within her powers to make it happen.