DISCLAIMER: I do not own Victorious. The storyline is a figment of my own imagination. Any similarities of characters, places, or situations to any person or persons, places, or situations real or fictional, are purely coincidental.

A/N: I've had the first couple of chapters of this story written for some time now—I really feel like there isn't enough M-rated Bori out there. So here's my contribution. And I apologize now that this story is titled the same as a couple of others out there; I had titled it before I knew of those.

STORY RATING: M—language, angst, adult/sexual situations, depictions of sexual acts. This story is intended for mature audiences.

FINALLY FALLING

Suddenly, my choice is clear

I knew when only you and I

Were standing here

And beautiful is all I see

It's only you

I know it's true

It has to be…

Tori's POV

I awoke to warm sunlight streaming across my face. Outside, birds were chirping gaily as though singing a lively "good morning" tune. I could smell the rich aroma of coffee wafting through the air, enticing me to get out of bed and have a cup. It should have been a perfectly pleasant way to wake up.

Only it wasn't. At least, not when you awake to discover you have a raging hangover.

Persistent little rays of sun were adamant about peeking through my tightly closed eyelids while my feathered friends' peeping only further exacerbated the unwelcome, incessant drumbeat that pounded in my head. I dared open an eye only to find the seemingly innocent, cheerful beams of light burned my retinas. I winced in pain and swallowed hard. My mouth felt like I'd eaten sand and didn't taste any better. Even the normally appetizing scent of coffee was making my stomach churn.

No more drinking games for Tori.

Groaning, I slowly turned to my right to check and see what time it was. My stomach didn't care for the sudden movement, and I felt it lurch in warning. I froze, begging my stomach to settle down. My body was so weak I didn't think I'd make it to the bathroom if puking was eminent. Luckily after a few deep breaths, and a lot of praying, my tummy quieted down, and I continued searching for the garish green numbers of my alarm clock. Only, they weren't there. The clock wasn't on my nightstand where it belonged. That was strange. Instead, in its place, there was a glass top desk holding a small chrome lamp—just like the one we had in our guest room.

Wait—the guest room? It suddenly hit me. That must have been where I was. What the hell? How did I end up there?

It was then I remembered walking in on a couple in my bed the night before. A naked couple. Naked in my bed. Doing naked things people did when they were naked. In. My. Bed.

Did I mention they were naked? And that they were in my bed? Well, they were.

I shuddered at the thought and mentally noted I needed to burn my sheets. And kill Trina. She was the reason the naked couple was nakedly getting busy in my otherwise naked-free bed. She had somehow convinced me having a party while my parents were away for the weekend would be a good idea. And it had been.

Until the Naked Nakersons set up camp and defiled my poor, unsuspecting sheets and mattress.

I'd also had quite a bit to drink. I vaguely remember Cat starting a game where we couldn't use the word "chiz" or we had to do a jell-o shot. That was after I'd already had my fair share of Trina's "secret punch", mind you. And after I walked in on Team Naked in my bed. I believe I used every excuse I could to throw the word "chiz" in at least every other sentence following that little discovery. The rest of the night was pretty much a blur, needless to say.

I was definitely paying for it. I knew I should get up and survey the damage to the house. But my head ached and limbs felt like lead. I just wanted to sleep that motherfucker off. I snuggled deeper under the covers, shifting my legs, trying to get comfortable. It was then my toes encountered something solid.

A warm and hairy something solid.

My eyes flew open, and I sat up like a shot as I realized I wasn't alone in the bed. Panicked trembling took over the queasy feeling in my stomach. Headache and need to puke forgotten, I slowly shifted my eyes sideways, afraid to look. With my heart pounding in my chest, my head reluctantly followed. Imagine my surprise when my gaze was unexpectedly met with a pair of warm brown eyes.

"Morning, Tori."

A small shriek escaped my mouth. Adrenaline had me scrambling to get out of the bed. In my haste, the sheets tangled themselves around my flailing limbs, and I tumbled to the floor.

The same chocolate eyes were now peering down at me as I laid sprawled over the carpet, deep red Egyptian cotton wound haphazardly around my left leg. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"Beck? I don't…how did you…what…?" I couldn't get a coherent sentence out. I was flabbergasted to find myself waking up next to Beck of all people. Yes—Jade's Beck. Oh, fuck me. Jade… "Where's Jade?" The fear I felt was instantaneous. I immediately leapt to my feet, stumbling a bit as I kicked and hopped around trying to untwist the sheet from around my ankle. I had to be ready to flee if I needed to.

Beck shrugged as if he and I waking up together—even though he had a mean, scary girlfriend—was no big deal. "We had a fight last night and she left. I didn't want to go home and deal with her and her shit, so I crashed here." He shifted back to lie totally at ease on the pillows. I watched as his eyes bobbed up and down in rhythm with my hopping. They seemed to be glued to my chest. I dared to glance down.

Holy fucking Christ. I was so concerned with making a run for it I didn't even realize I was practically naked. No wonder Beck was staring at my boobs—the sheer and skimpy purple bra I was wearing was giving him quite an eyeful. Hello, Nipples! The teeny pair of hot pink lace boy shorts didn't leave much to the imagination either, what with my ass cheeks hanging out of them.

A strangled, "Oh, God," came from my throat as I instinctively reached for the rest of sheet and yanked it from the bed to try and cover myself.

Bad idea.

The sheet slipped from my fingers to pool at my feet as shock sucked the air from my lungs. I wasn't the only one who was practically naked. There lay Beck, wearing only his tight, black boxer briefs, acting like he didn't have a care in the world…

And he had a hard-on. Good ol' morning wood.

I couldn't help it—I stared. It was just so…there. It seemed to be saluting me, beckoning me, saying, "Good morning. Want to play?" I felt my body begin to hum with desire. No, no! Focus, Tori, I scolded. I forced myself to look him in the eyes. But the smirk he gave me told me I had been caught. Yep, he knew I had been ogling his junk. I felt a blush burn my cheeks as his gaze began to travel unabashedly down the length of my body, then leisurely make its way back up. He unconsciously licked his lips as his eyes lingered momentarily on my breasts before they again met mine. I'd swear to you I saw his dick twitch a bit.

That is, it may have twitched. But I wouldn't know because I hadn't been looking at it. Again. Or, at least, that's the story I'm gonna stick to.

I just stood there, dazed. The path his eyes had followed tingled with pleasure. I could feel my nipples hard and aching. Down below, I was definitely feeling aroused.

And wet.

But this was no time to be thinking about that. And why was my body reacting like it was when I should be mortified. Okay, so I knew why—Beck was as hot as hell. And I'd dreamt many of times about doing naughty things with him…but what the fuck had happened last night? Why were Beck and I waking up together—with most of our clothing missing? Had we…?

"Beck?" My voice was barely above a whisper. "D-did we…did we…ummmm…" I couldn't bring myself to ask. Instead I pointed to him and then to myself, letting the insinuation hang in the air. "You know."

"Have sex?" I bit my lip and nodded. Why did the word "sex" sound so amazing coming from his mouth? He raised his eyebrows at me. "What do you think?"

"I, uh, I…ummmmm…" I couldn't think. Not with his man bits staring me in the face. I grabbed a nearby pillow and tossed it at him. "Will you cover yourself up please?" I asked, a little more agitatedly than I meant to. But I couldn't help it. My eyes were drawn toward his crotch like it was some kind of beacon. Beck obliged, so I continued on. "I don't really know," I admitted, taking a seat on the bed and wrapping the sheet around myself.

"You really don't remember what happened last night?"

Somewhere in the back of my mind I figured that if we had slept together, I at least would have had some recollection of it—and some soreness down there, seeing as it would have been my first time. But right now, any discomfort I felt could have also been due to the fact that I was turned on. Achingly so. Was this the female equivalent of blue balls? "No," I answered truthfully.

"Then I guess the question is whether or not I should be insulted."

I didn't even know what to say to that. "Beck, I'm really sorry."

He gave a throaty laugh. "You want to know what happened last night?"

"Yes!" Wait—that answer was too quick. "No!" But I really did want to know! "Um…maybe?"

"Nothing happened in this bed."

I breathed a premature sigh of relief before his words completely sunk in. "Good…wait—what? What do you mean nothing happened 'in this bed'? Did we do something somewhere else?"

"Relax, Tori. I'm just giving you a hard time." He reached over and tweaked my nose. As he drew his hand away, he brushed a stray lock of my hair behind my ear. I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. And a flutter start deep in my belly.

"So we didn't do anything last night," I confirmed.

He shook his head, "Nah. The party was wrapping up, and when I asked you if I could stay here, you started rambling about naked people and told me I could sleep here if I would help you up to the guest room. Once we got in here, you stripped down to your underwear and begged me to lay down with you just to keep you company. And that's all that happened, I swear. We both fell asleep. No sex."

"Then I guess I should thank you for being such a gentleman and not taking advantage of me." Why was I a tad disappointed? Pushing that feeling down, I gave into my curiosity. "So what happened with you and Jade? Someone piss in her cup of secret punch?"

"Well, she wasn't too happy when Don't Cha came on and you proceeded to give me a lap dance…"

I did what? Mortification had me dropping my head into my hands. "Oh. My. God. I did that?" I immediately imagined how ridiculous and desperate I must have seemed to Beck, draping myself all over him in a drunken stupor. I had to have made a fool of myself. "I am so sorry," I found myself apologizing again.

His voice dropped an octave, and I caught him looking down at my chest again. "Don't be. It was hot."

The blush was back in full force—as were the tingles in my panties, but I tried to ignore those. He thought it had been hot? "But now Jade's mad at you."

He shrugged. "Fuck it. It was a long time in coming."

My brow furrowed in puzzlement. I knew Jade was always overreacting to the most insignificant things, but Beck usually found it more amusing than anything. Right now, his expression was serious. "What do you mean?"

"We've been having problems for some time now. She knows I feel smothered by her when she gets suspicious and possessive over every little thing, but instead of letting me explain or giving me some space, she tries to pull me closer, to hold that leash a little tighter. And then I feel guilty because I purposely try and push her—I don't know—maybe in hopes of pushing her away. I mean, I love her." His gaze met mine with such intensity, I felt slightly uncomfortable. "But I am not 'in love' with her anymore, ya know?"

I swallowed audibly with that little revelation. "So what are you going to do now? Are you breaking up with her?" I could feel hope swell in my chest. But just as quickly, it deflated.

"I don't know."

He didn't know? I was right back at square one—not knowing where I stood with him. "Oh," was all I could say.

"Are you disappointed?"

"Why would I be disappointed?"

"It's a simple yes or no answer." The searching look was back.

I knew what he was really asking. I felt like the both of us were constantly playing some sort of game where neither of us wanted to admit how we truly felt about each other unless we had complete reassurance from the other that the feelings were mutual. So if I said yes, would he call it quits with Jade? I didn't want to be the reason he broke up with her—he needed to come to that decision on his own. There had been many opportunities before, but each time, he chose Jade, which really hurt, I'm not gonna lie. So instead of following my heart, I mustered up some rationality and shrugged my shoulders, trying to act casual. "I think you need to do what's best for you, and if that happens to be staying with Jade, then…" deep breath, Tori, "…then you should stay with her."

Confusion flickered in his eyes, and frustration was evident in clench of his jaw although he tried to make his tone light and teasing. "You're not really answering my question."

"And you're putting me in a pretty shitty position." What did he want me to say? Yes, oh, yes! Please break up with Jade. I am madly in love with you and want us to be together. While part of me would have really loved to say that, the other part of me knew that the reality was, Beck had belonged to Jade from the moment I met him, and I just couldn't let myself be the reason to change that. Especially if all that was between us was a just little bit of physical attraction.

Or a lot.

He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging roughly at it in aggravation. He sat there for nearly a minute before he scooted closer to me on the bed. I could feel the warmth emanating from his body. My breath hitched as I felt his hand press softly against the small of my back, his fingers brushing softly over my bare skin. "Beck," his name slipped from my lips, soft and breathy, "what are you doing?"

His eyes locked onto mine with a fierce determination I had never seen. "Tell me what you want, Tori."

More than anything, I wanted him to kiss me. And because I was afraid I would let him, I lowered my head and stared at my hands. My fingers itched to reach out and touch him, but instead I grasped them together tightly. "Don't," was all I said.

Silence reigned for an awkward moment before Beck finally pushed himself off the bed and picked his pants up off the floor. "I guess I'd better go."

I struggled to keep my gaze diverted. "Uh, yeah."

We said nothing more as he got dressed, but the tension was so thick in the air I could almost literally feel it pressing down on me. I wanted to stop him, to tell him he was too good for Jade, to let him know how I felt about him. But I didn't. Neither of us could deny there had always been something between us from the moment I first dumped my coffee all over him, yet I feared whatever that something was, it just wasn't…enough.

He threw his flannel shirt over the fitted black tank he'd worn the night before. Running a hand through his thick hair, he casually smiled at me as though nothing happened. "I'll see you in school tomorrow?"

I could only nod. "Bye," I whispered when I finally found my voice.

"Bye." He made his way to the closed door but suddenly stopped just as he reached for the handle, as if he was hesitating to leave. Turning around slowly, he fixed his gaze directly on me. "Tori."

"Yeah?" I squeaked.

"If we'd done it, you definitely would have remembered." He stared intently at me for a moment longer before pulling the door open. Throwing one last wink over his shoulder, he walked out. The door clicked shut behind him.

I could only stand there, dumbfounded. My insides were twisting and churning, lust pooling deep in my abdomen. How could such simple words and such a simple look leave me so hot and bothered after, only moments before, I was feeling so hurt and confused? Holy shit! I needed a cold shower—this morning had been nothing short of insane…

END NOTES: Shall I continue?

I don't normally do the whole first person POV, so if anyone has any concrit on what I can do to improve, please let me know. I welcome all feedback. :)