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Strobe lights tortured his vision and fast paced music pounded down his ears. Teddy stood in one spot, head thrown back as he slowly twirled through the air, out of sync with everything around him. He was, of course, pilled out of his head, and with his mind the drugs had taken away his senses too. He could have been anywhere, in any universe at any time. The world could have ended and Teddy wouldn't have realized. He laughed for no apparent reason at all.
Victoire had never felt so alive. It had been so long since she had experienced this, experienced the complete exhilaration and freedom that the drugs induced. She missed the nights she had spent partying in underground clubs in Paris, being stringed along by people she barely knew, necking back anything that fell in to her palm. She looked ahead of her and spotted Teddy, lost in a crowd of dancing people. Victoire smiled as she walked towards him.
"Aren't you glad you agreed to this now?" She muttered down his ear. Despite the background noise, Teddy could hear every word she said, ringing clear in his head like bells. He didn't feel so disorientated anymore.
Teddy pulled Victoire in to his arms, pressing her against his sweating skin. Their lips met and hungrily they devoured one another. Victoire's hands slipped up the back of his damp shirt. "Lets go," Teddy whispered down her ear.
Nobody even noticed the two of them suddenly disappearing in to thin air. They landed shakily inside Teddy's flat. "I need water," Victoire gasped suddenly. She rushed towards the kitchen.
When Teddy caught up with her she was already gulping down a glass of cold water. "Are you alright?" Teddy said anxiously.
Victoire smiled. "Never better. Just, you know, a bit..." But she didn't get a chance to reply as Teddy pounced on her again. The glass fell to the ground where it shattered, sending tiny shards of glass spitting around the room. This however went ignored as Teddy tugged Victoire out of the room. Victoire, realising his intentions, released herself from Teddy's grip.
"Whats wrong?" Teddy asked.
Victoire shook her head. "I'm tired," She said.
"You don't have to do anything at all," Teddy promised, drawing Victoire back in to his arms so that he could mutter down her ear, "I want to repay you for the other night."
"I don't want repaying," Victoire snapped, pushing Teddy away.
"What is it, Victoire?" Teddy demanded to know, "Whats the problem?"
"I told you before," Victoire muttered, rubbing a palm over her face, "There are things about me that I'm not ready to reveal to you yet."
She made to walk away, but Teddy gripped her arm. "I wish that you would," He whispered, his tone beseeching, "Whatever it is, I'll listen. I care about you. I want to know." Victoire still didn't look convinced, so Teddy tried again, "I told you my secrets, Victoire. And I'm not saying that you owe me anything, but it'd be nice if you could return that trust. I think it will help us."
Victoire sighed. "Its hard. I've never told anybody before," She said.
"Come on," Teddy said, offering her his hand, "Lets go to bed. We'll just cuddle, I promise."
Victoire hesitated then she nodded. They went in to the bedroom, stirpping to their underwear as they walked through the door, and Teddy switched off the light as they climbed on to the bed. He pulled Victoire on to his lap and wrapped his arms tightly around her. They both sat in silence for a moment, their hearts still throbbing like hummingbirds as they came down from their highs.
"Are you ready?" Teddy whispered.
"Okay," Victoire whispered back, "But you can't interrupt. If you do I might not carry on."
"I won't interrupt," Teddy promised, "I'll just listen."
"Good," Victoire said. She took a deep breath.