V's P.O.V:

"Okay, we're almost done!" I exclaimed to Issy who was perched in front of me still, I rolled my sleeves up half way through as I began to sweat like a fat man in a cake shop. Plus, I trusted Isabelle to not look but I warned her not to. Just in case.

"Thank God!" She said, her neck, ears and top half of her forehead were covered in the blue dye, as were my arms and hands. I think I may have more on myself and her than I do on her hair! Oops.

"And there we go." I said, twisting her hair and holding it to the top of her head, stepping back from her.
"Go wash your arms and hands while I wrap my hair up in a towel." She said, I fled to the bathroom whilst she wrapped up her hair in a towel and kept it on her head, You know; that weird trick only women can do.

I peeled off the gloves and put them in the bin, then scrubbed at my arms and hands under the hot water gushing from the tap. Checking Isabelle wasn't there, I quickly peeled off my mask and wiped my forehead.

I stared at the man facing me in the mirror, disgusted with what I saw. My ears which were disfigured and beetroot red. My nose as bad as my hands, accept it was still there. I'm grateful. It was nothing but scarred, jagged flesh.

Although, one side of my face was worse than the other, the left side took most of the blow, resulting in rough, itchy scar tissue. The right side not as bad, Burns worse in certain sections but above my eye was alright, completely normal, pale but healthy skin.

My eyes pierced out from the rest of my face, a light blue, almost grey color. But they were incredibly bright, they stood out like a full moon on a horrible night; no eyelashes or eyebrows though.

Finally, my lips. Still there, but rough and leathery. Horrible to look at, and even worse to touch I imagine. I let a melancholy breath escape through them and float in to the open air.

How could she ever love a man who looked like this?

I lifted up my mask and tied it behind my head. There, much better! I thought to myself as I dried my arms and my hands, pulling my sleeves down. When I noticed, Isabelle has my gloves.

And I only have one pair.

Bollocks! Echoed through my mind as I dug my hands in to my pockets and swiftly exited the bathroom and returning to Isabelle. I moved away any disgusted and upset thoughts with myself to the back of my mind and pretended that everything was alright once in her presence again.

"There you are! I was worried the dye wasn't coming off.." She trailed off nervously, She herself had also removed the splodges of blue from her skin. Her beautiful, perfectly healthy skin. Pale, but free of blemishes, spots, blackheads..

Burns.

"Here." She mumbled, interrupting me from my thoughts and handed me my gloves. I obviously couldn't take hold of them so she turned around and closed her eyes, placing her spare hand across them.
"I won't peek, promise." She giggled, I laughed back and took the gloves from her soft hand.

Crap. I touched her hand.

I quickly pulled on my second skin and sighed softly.
"You can look now." I observed closely as the bright pink faded from her face and stayed just on her cheeks.
"Y-you.. you touched my hand." Her voice grew quieter as the sentence ended. She stared at her hands in disbelief, as if it never happened.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't me-" She put her hand over Fawkes mouth and spat a 'Shh!' at me.
"You said I couldn't look, never said anything about touching. Your hands are nice, they're warm and soft. I can tell that, even if you just brushed mine lightly for half a second." She was being serious, I could tell by the expression written on her face and how she spoke. She gave me a soft smile and I returned it.

She can't see you smiling, idiot.

Oh yeah.

"How long do we wait, before that comes off?" I asked, following her as she walked off.
"15 more minutes. V is there anything we can listen to music from, other than the piano?" She stopped and turned around to face me.
"Follow me." I watched as her expression changed to a confused one as I led her through the gallery to where the jukebox was.

"Ta-da!" I said, motioning towards it.
Her face lit up like a Christmas tree and she charged towards it, scanning through the tracks.
"I've never saw one of these before, only in pictures, God this is amazing! It's so pretty and OH I LOVE THIS SONG!"

She was talking so fast it was incredibly hard to understand anything she was saying. I paused and waited as the Wurlitzer clicked and croaked as the song was selected.

"Are you going to tell me what song you have chosen or..?"I asked as she stood, staring at the jukebox as if it was going to run out of her sight or vanish if she looked away. When the opening chords of the song escaped from the old machine and erupted in to the room and through the gallery.

For an old girl, she's loud.

The opening chords to 'Uprising' by Muse flooded in to my ears and I smiled, I too, love this song.
"Isabelle, It's not going to run away if you turn away from it, you know." I couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable she was. She reminded me of a little child at times, especially now. The way she was shocked and amused by the piece of machinery made me think of how a small girl would react at seeing a toy store.

"I love it. It's so beautiful." She said, turning away from it and started to nod her head along to the song, then her whole body started to move as she danced and sang. I must say, her skirt looked insane when she spun around, the way it moved, along with her, was graceful and majestic.

"C'mon V, don't be such a prune! Dance!" She said, beginning to dance and jump around like an idiot as the song grew to an end.
"What did you just call me?" I said before laughing.
"A prune. e. PRUNE. V the prune." She laughed as well, continuing to spin and jump around.
"I would dance, but the song is over." I said, smirking to myself beneath the mask.

"Well I can fix that!" She shouted, zooming past me and to the Wurlitzer, flicking through the songs.
"Aha!" She spat out suddenly as she stabbed the button with her finger.
I paused, waiting for the song to start up.
"Now you have to dance. I don't even give a crap how silly we'll look." She exclaimed. Grabbing on to my hands as the soft chords began to float through the room, then exploded in to a heavy beat along with drums and guitar.

"This is one of my favorite songs, how did you know?" I said, as me and Isabelle jumped around to Coldplay's 'Charlie Brown'. I held on to her hand and spun her around, pulling her close to me again.
"Had a feeling." She winked and we continued to go ballistic to the beat. The towel fell off her head a couple of times and it made us laugh even harder; I can't remember the last time I had this much fun.

In fact, this is the only fun I've had in the past 7 years.

The song ended and so did our un-coordinated, sloppy dancing.
"Damn V, you can move!" She said, patting me on the arm.
"Speak for yourself little lady. Let's go wash this off your hair." I replied, poking her head.
"Yeah let's go." We walked to the kitchen together and I filled up the deep sink with warm water, an acceptable temperature as I wouldn't want to burn her. Never would I want Isabelle to feel the pain of burns, ever.

I sighed and turned off the taps and sat down at the kitchen table.
"V.. do you have a hair dryer?" She questioned.
"Of course." I said with a smile, even though she couldn't see it.
"Good." She said before dunking her head in to the water and swishing her head around for a few seconds, then lifting her head back out and taking a deep breathe and repeated the previous process.
"I need a cup." She muttered, sinking her head back in to the water. I stood up and reached in to the cupboard above her and pulled one out, putting it in her hand.

She filled the cup and poured water over her hair a few times, running her hand over her head and squeezing out the color. Finally, after 15 minutes of this process and re-filling the sink about 5 times, she re-wrapped the towel around her hair and sat at the table with me.

"Done?" I asked, looking up from the book I was engrossed in.
"Nearly, Just need to dry it." She said with a shy smile. I nodded in return and stood up to get the hairdryer from my bedroom. I don't have a lot of hair of my own, but I've got to keep my wig in top condition!

"Isabelle, you have to dry it in here." I shouted from my bedroom.
I plugged in the hair dryer and changed the settings to a warmer one and left it on the dresser in front of the large mirror I had. I sat on my bed, my back against the headboard and I crossed my ankles, relaxing in to the mattress when she walked in.
"Comfy?" She asked, raising and eyebrow and smiling at me.
"Mmm, very." I murmured. Letting a small chuckle escape my lips; Isabelle just shook her head and picked up the hair dryer.

I watched in bewilderment as she took of the towel and flipped her head down so all her hair was in front of her and began to dry it, quickly running her fingers through the strands of mangled hair as she ran the hair dryer over her head.

It didn't take her long to dry her hair, once she was done she looked up in the mirror and I heard her gasp. I instantly looked up and stared at her, just as shocked.

"CHRIST MY HAIR IS PURPLE. IT'S FUCKING PURPLE. OH GOD, WHAT THE HELL! MY HAIR HAS NEVER MIXED COLOR BEFORE. OH MY GOD!" She started screaming. I doubled over in laughter.
"V THIS IS NOT FUNNY I HAVE PURPLE HAIR, DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I SPENT PICKING AN OUTFIT OUT FOR TOMORROW IN MY HEAD? 20 MINUTES. I HAVE NOTHING WHICH MATCHES WITH PURPLE." She slumped on the bed and buried her face in my pillow, next to me.

"Isabelle, I think it looks lovely. And wear something black, everything goes with black. Plus, men like black on a woman. That and the color red." She looked up at me and sighed, resting her head in my lap.
"You think?" I laughed softly.
"I know. Now C'mon. Let's get you home." I said, gently stroking her hair.

It really was a lovely color, It was a dark purple, but noticeable. But not enough that fingermen would instantly attack her. I mean, if she didn't get noticed with red hair who's going to care about purple?

"Can't I just stay on your lap? It's comfy." She mumbled, snuggling her head in to me further.
"You could.. uhm, stay over again, if you wished?" I asked nervously. She shot her eyes up at me once again.
"Really?" She asked. I nodded and she leaped up, sitting in my lap and wrapping her arms around me.
"Thank you! I'll take the sofa this time." She seemed to be ecstatic with my offer, I wonder why.

"No, you're the guest. You stay here. I'll take the sofa." I slowly snaked my arms around her slender waist and rested my forehead against hers.
"Nope. I'm on the sofa and you're in here." She said, I went to argue back but she dived out of my arms and stood by the door, pulling her hair up in to a messy bun on the top of her head.

"If you can catch me, I'll take the bed and you take the sofa. But, If I catch you first, then you're in the bed. Oh and there's a third option. If we see each other at the same time. You're in the bed with me. No funny business of course, I just want you to be comfortable." She said, with a mischievous grin. I stood up from the bed and faced her.

"It's on." I whispered in her ear, shaking her outstretched hand.
"Good luck." She purred in my ear before spinning and fleeing through the gallery.

Am I really doing this?

Isabelle's P.O.V:

Run and hide. No, too simple. Stick in one place, hear his footsteps and flee. Yeah that's a good idea. Then pounce on him when he's not expecting it. Thank God I don't have my shoes on! I thought to myself and I swerved through the many twists and turns in the gallery. My main focus was to get V sleeping in his own bed, I really didn't mind staying on the sofa; it was like sleeping on a huge bag of marshmallows. I never thought about trying to get me and V in the same bed.. hm that would be interesting.

I seem to make V nervous whenever I'm around him or we do anything which involves close contact and I love it. The contact and seeing him stutter and turn in to a mess. I sit on him and hold him a lot and although he may try not to show it, and bless, does he try, I can always tell he is. By the way his body tenses and eventually relaxes in to me, or his stuttering. It's like he's a teenager around his crush.. wait. Does V, admire me?

Hmph! Stupid girl. He wouldn't like you, you're on a date tomorrow you idiot. Anyways, you don't know what he looks like, what his actual name is, or how fucking old his is! Stupid, stupid girl. I mentally argued with myself.

It doesn't matter how old he is. Judging by his frame, height and the fact he's a vigilante I wouldn't put him down as being that old. I'm assuming late 20's getting in to 30's. Oh fuck off about what he looks like, will you? You saw how he reacted with taking his gloves off. Whatever's underneath, he really doesn't like it. Something terrible probably happened to him like he's covered in multiple scars from battle or probably worse. I was crouched down in a room filled with books, nothing else. Just books.

I heard his footsteps grow closer to the door, panic set in. If he comes in I'm screwed. I crawled towards the door which was shut and leaned against the wall, if he comes in the room I'll be behind the door and I can sneak out with out him seeing.

The door burst open and smacked me straight in the face. I quickly held my hand to my face and muffled the screams of pain itching to escape my throat.
"Aha! Oh." He exclaimed, walking in to the room and taking a look around.
"Hm." He said, looking behind stacks of books. I shuffled out from behind the door and legged it.

Once hidden away safely in the kitchen, I wiped my nose which was gushing with blood.
"Great!" I growled to myself in hushed tones. He's going to get a smack for this.
I watched as V's large frame rushed past the kitchen, completely oblivious to the fact I'm hidden under the kitchen table. Now's your chance! I screamed at myself as I scrambled out from under the kitchen table and in to the hallway, at that exact moment, V spun around to face me.

"I guess we're sharing a bed then." He chuckled, walking up to me and freezing at the sight of the blood pouring from my nose. Which was also painted across my fingers and palms.
"When you came in to the room filled with books, I was behind the fucking door you ass!" I exclaimed, wiping my nose and covering myself with blood even more.
"Oh Isabelle, I didn't know. Sit down." He said, holding his arm around my waist as we walked back in to the kitchen and I sat at the table, holding my nose.

V rummaged through the cupboards for a brief moment, then grabbed a little box and sat in the other chair and pulled it in front of me.
"Sit still." He said in a stern tone. I moved my hand away from my face as V opened the box and pulled out a cotton ball and began wiping at my nose. Then ripped the cotton in half and placed a half in each of my nostrils, once he did this he pinched his fingers tightly at the top of my nose.

"Thanks, V. But I could of done this myself." I uttered, my tone barely noticeable.
"Have you broken your nose before?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.
"Y-yeah. I get nose bleeds quite frequently due to it. I dropped a frying pan on my face when I was 12." V chuckled and I did too.
"I'll explain, the pots and pans were all hung up on the wall above the kitchen counter and I couldn't reach, I had a slow growth and I stayed the same height from age 8 until age 13 then I had a huge growth spurt. Anyways I was trying to get the frying pan to make some bacon and once I thought I grasped the pan, I lost my balance and stumbled, the pan came flying down and bounced off my nose and on to the floor. I didn't think anything of it until my Mum rushed in to the kitchen and screamed at my wonky nose and the blood everywhere." I began laughing at the memory.

"It's why my nose is a strange shape and a little wonky. I hate my nose, it's too small and I really want a nose job. I have for years." I sighed, V released the pressure on my nose and pulled out the pieces of cotton.
"I did notice your nose looked a strange shape and assumed it was broken, or had been. Guess I was correct! Why on earth were your pots and pans on a wall?" He asked, leaning back in his chair and folding his bulky arms across his chest.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
"Ask my Mother!" I laughed before a huge yawn escaped my lips and made my eyes water.
"Tired?" He questioned. I shot him a 'No shit, Sherlock' look and he stood up, offering his hand. I happily took it and we walked to the bedroom together. V shutting the door behind him.

I began undressing whilst V grabbed some spare clothes for me, a long sleeved, black t-shirt which was way too big for me and a pair of purple boxers.
"Really, Purple?" I groaned. He's done that on purpose.
"Purple looks good on you." I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure he just winked at me. I rolled my eyes at him and put the clothes on, snuggling in to them happily.

"Would you like me to leave whilst you get changed?" I asked, shifting my weight.
"Yes please.." He trailed off. I nodded and exited the bedroom. I shut the door behind me and leaned against it. A long, exhausted sigh slipped out of my lips and I thought to myself.

Hurm, sleeping in the same bed with him then on a date with another man tomorrow, slut.I growled.
It's one date. Nothing might come of it, how would you know? I'm not going to do anything with V, He'll most likely say goodnight to me, and turn over and I'll do the same. V doesn't see me that way. At least, I don't think so.
Still, acting like a common whore. No excuse for the way you're going on. Pick one man and stick to them, it's either V or Jamie. I was about to argue back with myself when the door sprung open and I fell backwards.

"Eeeeep!" I squealed, preparing myself for the connection I would soon feel with the icy tiled floor, but instead was met with a pair of warm, comfortable and bulky arms. I nervously opened one eye, keeping the other one squeezed shut tightly.
"I got you." He said, I opened the other eye, seeing V towering over me with his arms wrapped tightly around my small waist. We were both leaning forwards and I was actually seconds away from hitting the floor.

I felt my face instantly burn up. I was never nervous when It was me who touched V first, but when he does it to me. Christ. I felt shivers running through my whole body and my stomach felt as though it was about to fall out of my ass. Classy; I know.

"I s-see that." He slowly pulled me up, his arms not leaving me and I headbutted his chest softly.
"I'm a clutz at times, I know. I shouldn't of been leaning against the door anyways" I laughed, V's chin resting on top of my head. He was wearing a long sleeved black top, just like mine accept his was more tight fitting. His gloves were still on and so were his socks. Although he was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants which grew tighter at the bottom, It was strange to see some color on V. And of course, that creepy mask was still attached to his face. It made me wonder if he ever parted from it.

"I can see that." He laughed and I looked up at him.
"You're sleeping in your mask?" I asked, tilting my head and there was a hint of sadness in my voice. I didn't want him to be uncomfortable.
"I normally don't but, yes." He sighed.
"Y-you can take it off you know. I'm not going to look. And you'll be awake before me anyways! A-and the room is completely dark when the lights aren't on so I can't see anyways, I don't want you to be uncomfortable." I hopelessly admitted.

V didn't say anything, he just stayed silent.

"Hm. You have a good argument. Alright then." I gasped, not believing what he had said.
The lights flicked off and I clung to him, believing that if I let go he would vanish.
"I'm here." He said softly, slowly pushing my away from him whilst he took of his mask.
"Can you see?" He asked shyly.
"Not a damn thing, sweetheart." I laughed softly, when I felt something quite heavy and cold in my hands. My heart fell in to my stomach.

It was his mask.

There was something else in my other hand, it felt like.. hair.
His hair! His hair is a wig!
I was shocked, I thought that was his natural hair, it looked like it. Although it was ridiculous.
"V? Where's the bed?" I waved my arms around trying to feel for the bed even though my hands were full.

The two items were took from my hands and I heard the rustling of the wig being set down and the quiet 'clank' of the mask, then my hand was placed in to something warm, and quite soft but the texture was also bumpy and felt very squishy.

His hand. His bare hand. He's holding my hand, there's no gloves, just skin. But what on earth is wrong with them?
"V-V?" I stuttered, close to hyperventilating. I couldn't believe this was happening!
"I took my gloves off, too." He spoke in hushed tones. He sounded close to tears!

Under the armor, the mask and the weapons. V's just a nervous, shy and broken man. And I'm beginning to think that I'm just going to break him even more. I'm no good for him, how can I go on a date with another man after V's opened up like this to me? It's a betrayal of trust. But I'm in too deep with V, I can't push him away now.

My thoughts were broken as I felt myself be pulled across the room and fell on to something soft, the space beside me sinking down and I nearly fell with it. Without thinking I crawled back up on to V's lap and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close to me.
"I-Isabelle?" He questioned, but his arms crawled around my waist anyways.
"Shh." I said. His breathing was uneven and heavy.

He was struggling to hold back tears.

"Talk to me. Tell me." I sighed in to his ear.
"I've never been this close to someone for 7 year, Isabelle. I've never even been in friendly contact with someone like this. I don't know how to react, You can't see me, Yes, but you can feel me. I don't want you to. But I trust you, so go ahead." He mumbled in to my chest.

Slowly, I released him. But his arms stayed tightly around me, gripping me even harder once I softly traced my fingers over his scalp and the back of his head.

He had short, sharp hairs and there wasn't many if not none in certain areas, but as I came closer to the top of his head the hairs were longer and more soft, but still there wasn't many. I dipped my hands down to the side of his head to feel disfigured ears, there were small chunks missing and it was incredibly rough. Oh God.

My slender fingers were dragged down his face ever so gently, I was afraid to touch him.

I started with his jawline, then would work my way up to his cheeks. He had a firm and quite pointy jaw, I closed my eyes as I examined his face with my fingers, picturing what he would look like in my mind. A very manly jaw, with a dimple in his chin, I began grinning to myself at the picture of V with a bum-chin. It was adorable. Then ever so slowly, I moved up to his cheeks which once again, were pointy and I could tell he had very visible cheek bones which were very attractive in my eyes. But the texture on one side was jagged and uneven. His skin dipped and then rose again, above the surface of where his skin was, like scar tissue.

His cheeks were also drenched, he's crying.

"Shh, It's okay." I whispered, wiping his eyes. The skin under and around his eyes was completely normal, apart from feeling wet. Obviously. I moved over to his nose which still had it's full shape, unlike his ears. But it was still had an uneven texture and was quite scabbed, possibly due to infection or that bloody mask rubbing against it all day! I traced my fingers up the bridge of his nose and across his forehead, once again feeling the skin ten times worse on the left side, and the right being alright. There was a section above his eye which was exactly like normal skin; most of his face felt normal but I knew it wasn't.

Finally, his lips. My fingers began shaking and twitching like crazy as I slowly moved down from his forehead, across his cheeks and towards his lips. They were full and the skin was quite rough, but not as rough as I would of imagined. They felt smooth and rough at the same time, almost like leather.

I was so lost in feeling his face I hadn't noticed that my shirt was rolled up and V had his hands on my bare waist, and he was also feeling my skin. I felt his hot breathe against my fingers and it made me shake even more, I swallowed the lump in my throat; well I tried to. Tears had also spilled from eyes! Why on earth was I crying?

I didn't know, but what I did know was that I wanted to kiss him. Badly.

There you go again, whore I growled at my thoughts and pushed them away, too busy to argue back.
V sniffled and I wiped his eyes for him again, then proceeded to wipe my own before speaking up.
"Your hands are soft." I chocked out.
"You're skin is soft, I like it." He continued to run his hands across my waist and back, then slowly traced them across my stomach. I shuddered under his touch, gasping softly as he gently tickled me.

"Please don't cry, V. You're skin doesn't feel as bad as you assume." I said, this only made him cry more. I sighed and nuzzled my nose against his. He gripped my waist tightly and I was sure I'd have bruises there tomorrow, not that I cared. I laughed softly.
"Hm?" V murmured.
"You're tickling me. I don't mind though, it feels nice." He released a sigh and laughed with me.

His hands trailed down to my legs and he ran them down my outer thighs, then moved them back up again and across my back, bringing them ever so slowly up to the exposed flesh of my arms as I had rolled up my sleeves. His fingers walked up my arms and to my neck, As he touched each part of my neck, I tilted my head so he could get a better feel, then finally his hands made their way to my face.

He did the exact same process as I had done, going over my jaw, cheeks, nose, forehead and then finally my lips.
"Hm, soft." He breathed softly. His words and his touch was sending me crazy. I pursed my lips and softly kissed his fingers. He didn't retract them either at my kiss. I trailed my hands up his arms and lightly took hold of his strong hands and brought them to my lips, giving each one a kiss then releasing them so they may roam wherever they wish.

"May I?" He said, his hands resting on my thighs again. I chuckled softly and rested my forehead against his and let him continue appreciating my body. They wrapped around my outer thighs and trailed up and down, before moving to my inner thighs, as his hands grew closer and closer to my middle I bit my lip, fighting to hold back a whimper, he slowly motioned them away from my middle and closer to my knee's and I released a breath I didn't realize I had been holding.

"I-I'm sorry.." He stuttered out, removing his hands from my body. I grabbed them instantly and slapped them around my thighs again.
"Don't be." I gasped, lifting my mouth to give his forehead a kiss.
"D-do that a-again.. Please?" He questioned. I smiled to myself and gave his forehead another gentle kiss, then moved my lips further to the left and kissed that side of his forehead, then trailed them over to the right and kissed there as well. V's breath was hot as it was released on to me through a blissful sigh.
I moved further down his face, kissing his temples on each side, then all over his cheeks, slowly and softly though. Then the tip of his nose. I glided over to his jaw and left a trail of kisses across them, then froze above his lips.

Do I?

I breathed softly against his lips, but not touching them. I was afraid to in case he suddenly pulled back or pushed me away and I couldn't handle it, not now. Not after we've came this close. I slightly brushed my lips against his, feeling the rough texture against my smooth skin.
"Please." He purred. I was shocked, he wanted this. I wanted this, we both wanted this. I paused for a moment, before gently pressing my lips against his.

He kissed back, and it was amazing.

It was a soft, meaningful kiss. Something we both needed, I didn't care if I had only known this man for less than a week. Love can take seconds to happen. I didn't care how old he was, nothing in the world mattered in that moment. And most of all, I didn't give a flying fuck if I was on a date tomorrow. This man in front of me, right here, who I was touching and kissing was all I needed.

I pressed my lips against his slightly harder and he did the same, then we burst into the kiss even more. Our mouths moving together in perfect sync, like a well choreographed and dance which had took months to perfect. Silent tears slipped from my eyes as we kissed, his hands tight around my waist, afraid to let go in case I would back away from him; I'm not going anywhere. My hands held on to his face, gripping it almost, fearing the exact same as him.

The kiss grew deeper and our tongues began to brush against each other before slowly fighting for dominance. I quickly wiped away the tears which were spilling from V's eyes and his hands moved down from my waist back to my inner thighs, extremely close to my middle once again. I broke the kiss slightly to bite V's bottom lip, pushing away my gasps and moans which were eager to escape. But this only drove his hand closer and closer until he cupped his hand over me and pressed up quite hard with his palm.

This drove me over the edge, I moaned in to our kiss and broke it off, resting my forehead against his and gasping hard. V's breaths were also uneven and heavy.
"Isabelle.." He trailed off.
I couldn't ignore the burning sensation in my stomach, craving and wanting more. But I knew I couldn't, it wasn't right.
"I can't, V. We can't." He interrupted me by growling back 'We can' and that drove me insane.

"You'll regret it." I mumbled on to his lips, he sighed and softly kissed me again before slipping his hand down my boxers and against my drenched middle.
"This is just for you, I swear." He moved his lips to my neck and began kissing softly, whilst his large fingers slowly rubbed against me. I nuzzled in to his neck, trying my hardest to keep quiet and not moan. Which was getting harder to do as he slipped his fingers inside of me and slowly began to thrust them back and forth.

"V!" I moaned loudly in to his ear. He bit down on my neck and I gasped sharply, surprised by his sudden movement.
"F-faster." I moaned. He followed my instruction and his movements increased to a faster pace and became much harder, his fingers sliding further in to me and it made me want to scream out in pleasure, I had never been touched like this before.

"Say my name again." He moaned in to my neck as his pace got faster, my walls clenched around his fingers as I grew close to my climax.
"V! I-I'm gonna, uh V!" I couldn't even manage to finish one sentence. I gasped and moaned louder and faster as his fingers kept working inside of me whilst my walls tightened and I screamed his name in to my release, warm liquid sliding out of me.

"Hnnngggg." I purred through heavy and quick breathes, in a complete daze of utter bliss and ecstasy. One of his arms stayed wrapped around my waist and the other was still down my boxers as his fingers were still inside of me. He slowly pulled them out and I whimpered at the emptiness once they were removed.
I gave him another kiss and nuzzled my nose against his.

"T-thank you.." I trailed off, quite embarrassed and I didn't really know what to say.
"No, thank you. I never thought anyone would show me this much affection, and I apologize for uhm, that." I giggled and kissed his forehead, I couldn't stop kissing him and I didn't want to.
"Don't apologize, It felt amazing." V gave me a kiss on the forehead and shifted beneath me.
"Wanna go to sleep?" He asked.
"As long as you hold me." I replied.
"Of course." He breathed, laughing softly at the end. His laugh was deep and it sent shivers through my whole body.

I reluctantly rolled off him as we got in to the bed, I slipped off my socks and kicked them to the floor before laying down with V's arm wrapped tightly around my waist and mine across his chest, the other holding on to his bicep underneath my head. I kissed his cheek once again before nuzzling my head down on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

"Isabelle?" He whispered.
"Yes?" I replied.
"Burns. My skin, body, everywhere, It's burnt." He sighed.
"Oh darling." I cooed, kissing him once again.
"I will show you, but not now. I promise. Goodnight, Isabelle." He said, the last time we would speak tonight.
"I know, V. Good night." I felt his lips against my head and with that, I drifted off in to a deep and well needed slumber.