A/N: Yes, this was posted under my other account before, but I decided to move it onto this one. Anyway, please don't forget to review. :) This little drabble isn't exactly M-level, but it's a bit more than T; I'd consider it T+. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious - if I did, Tori and Jade would've gotten together long ago. ;)
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Yellow.
Ugh.
You've always thought of it as a terrible color - the color of the sun, the color of pus, the color of lemons. Man, you hate lemons.
But when Tori Vega comes to school wearing a yellow blouse one day, you suddenly begin to think that maybe it isn't such a bad color after all.
The half-Latina girl takes your breath away when she walks up to you that morning, looking as stunning as always - tan skin flawless and glowing, her smile bright, her brown eyes sparkling as they meet your green ones. The scent of her perfume washes over you as she approaches you, greeting you with a hug and a cheerful, "Hi, Jade."
She's so fucking beautiful, it should be illegal.
Attempting to ignore the way she makes your heart react, you respond with a cool, "Vega." You raise an eyebrow at her, looking her over pointedly. "Yellow?" you ask simply.
She grins; she knows that you hate the color. Without missing a beat, she responds teasingly, "Oh, you know you love it."
You can feel the corners of your mouth pulling up into a smile. You can't help it; she just has that affect on you. Wordlessly, you wrap an arm around her waist, and the two of you head to class.
It isn't until later, when the two of you are alone in her room, that you finally respond.
The door is locked; both of you are on her bed, you on top of her, her back pressing into the mattress beneath you. She tries to stifle her moans as you plant a trail of kisses along her jawline and then travel down her neck, sweeping her hair out of the way to gain access to her now flushed skin. Just hearing her noises of pleasure is causing a fire to build up between your legs; breathlessly, you remove your lips from her throat to kiss her on the mouth, to which she responds enthusiastically.
After about thirty seconds, the two of you break apart for air; her cheeks are flushed, brunette hair messy, but you don't think she's ever looked more beautiful than she does at that moment.
Grinning slyly down at her, you say slowly, "Y'know, Vega..." as you speak, you run your fingers down her stomach; you can hear her breath hitch as you get lower, "...I think I'm definitely beginning to like the color yellow more." As you finish your sentence, your fingers finally reach her center; you press down lightly, and she automatically bucks into your hand. Suddenly, your entire body is on fire; both of you are still fully clothed, but you may as well already be fucking her, for how hot you're feeling.
You love the way her eyes have darkened with lust as you finish, "...But all these clothes are going to have to come off."
You remember back to when you and her had first gotten together - whenever you two would do stuff like this, she would blush, embarrassed and unsure of herself; which, you admit, you had found adorable, but that's not the way she is now. You two have slept together so many times, she's never embarrassed anymore.
And you definitely like this confident side of her.
Before, at your words, her cheeks would've been stained red - but now, her face is flushed only from excitement and pleasure.
Grinning, she doesn't reply, but simply pulls your face back down to hers.
And the two of you continue from there.
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