Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious
Author's Note: I have no idea where this came from. It just suddenly hit me last night, because I couldn't sleep. Rated M, don't read if you don't want. Oh, and thank you, SkylerPhoenix for the word.
\Breathless/
No one would ever guess that Vega's not that innocent of a girl. Everybody always think of her as sweet, courteous, gallant, and, most of all, naïve. She's too nice, too kind, too Tori Vega to have a dark secret, to have dark, hot fantasies like everybody else… They don't know her at all.
Tori Vega has a dark side, and I'm sure as hell I'm the only one who knows about said side.
I am reminded of this as she leans against the kitchen counter, her lower lip captured playfully between her teeth. I arc an eyebrow at her as I set the mug of steaming coffee down on the countertop.
"What's going on, Vega?" I watch as she walks over to me, that damn lip still being bitten. Whoever thinks it's not hot on her is seriously demented or something.
"Oh, you know, the usual," she says quietly, one hand moving to the back of my neck. She presses her body against mine and our lips meet and part. Our tongues slide together in an erotic dance, her skin feverish and hot, mine equally so, and all reason is thrown out the window.
What? Must everything have a reason? Can't we play a little without being asked 'why'?
Of course we can. She's Tori Vega, naturally sweet and everybody's best friend. I'm Jade West, and I command all, unless they want scissors cutting their throats at an agonizingly slow pace.
Vega's hand tugs at my shirt and we stumble away from her kitchen, up the stairs, and into her bedroom without ever parting. I kick the door close with a foot before proceeding to the bed.
"We have classes in a few hours, you know," I murmur, glancing quickly at the digital clock on her bedside table. Four in the morning. Okay, so you might be wondering why we're even awake so early. Well, I was gonna bring her to a fancy coffee shop I found two days ago for early morning breakfast, but—oh well.
"Who cares?" Her fingers caress my face and I let out a snicker.
"Is this right? Vega doesn't care about her classes. That's a first," I tease before leaning in to kiss her lips passionately.
"Hold on a sec," she interrupts, and I watch with interest as he reaches for something underneath her bed. She pulls out a box, opens it, and I bite my lips together in surprise as she shows me what's inside. Handcuffs. Black and fuzzy. She wags her brows seductively at me.
"Well, well. Vega. You're revealing yourself to me once again," I comment.
"Don't I always, Jade?" She hands the handcuffs to me and I kiss her, urging her to move back on the bed, and she does. Want floods my system, and I maneuver us expertly until I can trap her hands to the headboard of her bed. She lets out a tiny squeak of excitement, and, well, damn, that's hot.
I pop the button of her jeans and pull it down her long legs carefully, slowly, watching as she fights to keep still. Her lower lip is between her teeth again. I chuck her jeans over my shoulder and lean back in to slam my mouth against hers. Her body arcs up into mind as I put one hand on the garter of her underwear, fingers dipping occasionally underneath it. I trail kisses down her jaw and to her neck, teeth gliding over tan skin before digging into the crook where her neck meets her shoulder. She lets out a whispery breath as I bite harder. I notice that her nails are digging into the heels of her palms.
I breathe in her scent, something akin to vanilla and lavender, and my hand moves into the pink scrap of cloth that's her underwear. Her body lifts off of the bed in surprise as I insert two fingers into her. My thumbnail moves lightly against her clit, teasing her, and she inhales sharply. She yanks at the handcuffs that she herself bought. I catch her gaze and smile wickedly as I start to pump in and out of her. Her body moves to match each stroke, and occasionally I would curl my fingers.
She moans loudly with each touch, and I do the same as I watch her, our voices mixing together in a beautiful song.
Yuck. That was cheesy.
I watch as she comes apart in my hands. I feel her muscles start to clench as she gets ready for release. Her eyes flutter close, her toes curl, her lips part… and that's when I pull out of her.
She squeaks in protest.
"J-Jade?"
"Let's go to school," I whisper, freeing her hands and sashaying away from the wreck that's Tori Vega.
"B-but—Jade—that's unfair—hey!" I laugh as I cross the hallway and down the stairs.
"If you're not ready by a few minutes I'm leaving without you," I call out to her.
;
Vega and I sit in the back of Sikowitz's class, and I don't even see the teacher stumble into the room because I'm watching Vega, who's still a complete mess. Her eyes aren't completely focused, her breathing is labored, and I know for a fact that she's horny, because, come on, I left her on the edge.
I let out a quiet chuckle and she shoots me a glare, one that lacks fire because her hormones are raging.
Sikowitz babbles on about method acting and different techniques and stuff, and, as everybody's distracted, my hand slides over to Vega's thigh, running up and down her jeans. Her breath hitches in her throat. She covers her face with her palm as a shiver racks her body and she lets out a groan.
"Tori, is there something wrong?"
My acting comes into gear, shifting perfectly.
"She's not feeling well, Sikowitz. She's sick as chiz, obviously," I hiss at him. "God, can't you recognize a sick person when you see one?"
"Well, I—"
"Why's Tori sick?" André asks, worried.
"Well, smart ol' Vega here stuck her head out of the car window with her hair still wet. You complete the picture," I snap.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Take her to the clinic," Sikowitz butts in, ushering us out of the room. I take Vega's arm around my shoulder and help her to her feet. She plays along and prevents to stumble, not bad Vega, and I half-drag, half-help her out the door and through the halls.
I honestly don't know where we're headed. Am I seriously gonna bring her to the nurse's office?
Vega answers for me and yanks me into the dark janitor's closet as soon as we pass by it. She shoves me and my back slams against the metal rungs of the ladder on the wall.
"Pushy, aren't we?" I comment with a snigger as she kisses me over and over again, my lips slowly going numb at the attention that it's getting. We slide down into a sitting position, her straddling my lap, and. from the light coming from the small glass square on the hall, I notice that her lower lip is between her teeth yet again, and her eyes are hooded and dark with lust. Hot.
She starts to grind down on my lap, craving for the adrenaline that I refused to give her earlier. My hands weave through her brown hair as my lips move to her neck, to the recently-bitten skin, and I bite it again, harder than the first time. She lets out a groan as I suck, leaving a hickey that's sure to stand out on her skin.
My kisses move to her collarbone, and then finally back to her lips, every cell in my body tingling. Her hands move to my back and underneath my clothes. She unclasps my bra, and then suddenly she rakes her nails down my flesh, leaving ten burning trails of pain/pleasure. I groan.
Vega likes being bound. Vega likes being teased. Vega's a scratcher. That's three out of a million things only I know about her.
When I give her a chaste—I honestly don't think that word applies to anything we do but, you know, whatever—kiss on the lips, and finally she comes, pleasure rolling through her body in intense waves. She collapses into me, breathless but overjoyed, her fingers curling around my neck.
"Finally," she breathes out. I chuckle at her. She still sounds so innocent.
That's the fourth. Vega doesn't do dirty talk.
"Well, baby, how are you feeling? Is that head of yours still hurting?" I mock.
She only moans in response.
"Vega?"
"I'm tired," she murmurs quietly.
"Let's go home?"
"And cut classes?"
"Duh," I say with a roll of my eyes. I put one arm around her back, the other beneath her knees, and I stand up, lifting her with me. She presses her face into my neck and I carry her through the empty hallways and into my car. I hold her hand before giving her a sweet kiss.
"I love you, you know that?" I tell her randomly.
"Where'd that come from?" She asks with a slight, tired smile.
"Nowhere. You do, right?"
"Of course. I love you too," she responds.
I place the key in the ignition and start the car. I drive out of the school parking lot with our hands still intertwined. She pecks me on the cheek and I flash her another smile.
Author's Note: Random lemon-fluff from yours truly. :) Review, please?
