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Hidden, Part 3
Jealousy had never entered her vocabulary until she saw Randy with a bunch of guys hovering around her. The raven haired Maxwell treated them with a friendly flirtatiousness. Veronica ground her teeth together as she noticed her own boyfriend, Bobby Arquette, eyeing her close friend with a look that could be said as longing. She pulled the sleeve of his jacket up and brought him around to face her. "Will you look and pay attention to me?" she fairly snapped at him.
Bobby's eyes went to the sapphire ones in front of them. They were decidedly frosty. He frowned. "What?" he asked as he quirked a brow at her.
"Remember me, your girlfriend. Didn't you already have your chance with Randy?" she hissed.
A sigh escaped his lips. "Is that what this is about? Randy? I'm over her," he assured her by touching her cheek with the back of his hand. "If any guy gets to date her, I'll be surprised if any survive one before they meet that father of hers. I like my body all in one piece and my girls easily accessible."
Backing up a step and pushing his hand away, she propped her hands on her shapely hips. "You think I'm easily accessible?" she asked, somewhat affronted.
Sighing again, he shook his hand and drew her towards him. He rested his forehead against hers. "I didn't mean that you were easy, I just meant that I don't have an overprotective father breathing down my neck or pointing a shotgun at me."
Veronica gave him a skeptical look, but her hands came up and rested on his forearms. She looked up at him through her lashes. "So, you're over her, completely?"
"Yes, I wouldn't be dating you if I weren't. I would be with those lovesick fools around her," Bobby replied, nodding his head towards the crowd of boys around Randy. "You feel better now?" he asked as he pressed a kiss on her lips.
"Yeah," she answered, still uncertain, but willing to let the matter drop. She glanced back over at Randy, being pulled out of the crowd by Vaughn. Her eyes went to their entwined hands as he pulled her down the hall. Both of them were laughing. Staring after them, she felt a twinge in her chest when she saw his arm slip around her waist and press her against his side. Shaking her head, she looked back up at Bobby. "So, are we still on for tonight?"
With a wide grin, he pressed another kiss on her lips. "You bet." His eyes flickered briefly towards Randy and Vaughn, but quickly returned them to Veronica's. "I'll pick you up around seven. That all right with you?"
"Fine with me, I'll be waiting, wearing a red dress," Veronica said with a smile of her own. She then smirked at him. "Well, I'll see you later. I have to go set up in the chemistry lab," she said as she disengaged herself from his embrace and ran down the hall towards her locker.
Bobby's grin turned into a smirk as he watched her. "I hope I'll be seeing a lot more of you later, baby," he said as he turned around and sauntered towards his own locker, whistling.
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A dull gold dusted the sky as the sun sank below the horizon. It left a soft gold on the creamy white walls of her bedroom. Veronica eyed her reflection in her vanity mirror as she misted perfume over her freshly showered skin. The straps of her dress were wide, fitting in with the low square neckline. It emphasized the curves of her body that she had since the age of fourteen. Smiling she fastened the gold linked necklace around her slender throat. "I hope he likes this," she said as she turned to view herself in the long oval mirror standing in the corner of her room. Nodding with approval she turned away and picked up her purse on the bed. Leaving her room, she trotted down the steps, hoping not to run into her father, who she knew to disapprove of her boyfriend. Sighing, she opened the door and waited on the wide porch. She ran her hands up and down her arms, warding off the slight chill from the January evening.
"Going out somewhere?"
Turning, she found her sister, home for Christmas break, reclining in one of the chairs. "What are you doing out here, Victoria?"
"Dad has Chris in the house," the older girl replied with a snort. "I thought it be best if I was out here instead of in there so I don't accidentally kill dad's best student at the Academy."
Veronica smirked. "It grates on you doesn't it? That dad thinks of him being the best."
"The baka doesn't have a marble in that braided head of his. The only thing he thinks of is women and more women," Victoria said vituperatively. "I don't understand why dad thinks of him that way."
"Because he is and you know it. You just don't want to admit it. And he does look damn good in that leather jacket," Veronica replied as she gave her sister a gamine smile.
Victoria snorted again at the comment. She gave her sister a once over. "Enough about the pain in my ass, what are you dressed up for?"
"A date with Bobby," she replied as she checked her watch.
"Wearing that?"
"What's wrong with it?"
"You know, Veronica, if dad saw you wearing that, he wouldn't let you out of the house."
"What he doesn't know or see, won't kill him."
Victoria rolled her Prussian blue eyes. "If you say so. I'm warning you now."
Veronica shrugged. "You were always too proper, Victoria. I like to live a little," she said as she saw Bobby's car come up the drive. She grinned as she walked down the steps. "Don't wait up," she said over her shoulder as his car came to a stop in front of the steps. She waited for him to come around and open the door for her. With a jaunty wave to her sister, she settled comfortably against the leather seats of Bobby's car.
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A polite smile crossed Victoria's lips as Bobby nodded his head in her direction. As soon as the car disappeared down the drive, she stood up and leaned against the wrought iron railing. Her brow was wrinkled in thought. She didn't like her sister's choice in boyfriends. A frown touched her lips. Veronica had always moved fast. Much faster than her. She didn't hear the door open behind her until she felt a sharp snap of her bra strap against the middle of her back. Knowing whom it was, she whirled and backhanded him across the chest. "Don't you ever do that again, you jackass," she hissed at Chris Maxwell.
Smirking, he rubbed the spot where she hit. "Training against you would be a lot more fun, ice princess. You don't hold anything back, but neither does your father. But it would be more fun against a woman."
"Lech," she hissed at him before she turned her back on him and let her mind return to her sister.
Leaning against the railing next to her, Chris grinned. "Never said otherwise. Now you look lost in thought, what's on your mind?"
"None of your business."
"Was it your sister, who I spied through the window? Nice dress she had on," he commented. "She's definitely become something to look at. A sister of ice and a sister of fire. Most would chose fire, but I don't know, the ice would be much more fun for me, anyway," he stated, grinning widely.
Glaring at him, she poked a finger in the center of his chest. "My sister is off limits to you, so stop your thoughts about her right now, Maxwell," she growled. "I don't like Bobby if you want to know."
"I'd be leery of him too. I didn't care much for him when I met him once. Good thing my dad chased him away from Randy. But Veronica knows what she's doing. She's a smart girl when it comes to guys, unlike you."
Gritting her teeth, she yanked him down to her level by his shirt collar. "Insult me, I'll make you ache all over for days. And my experience is none of your damn business."
A wicked grin touched his lips. "Is that a promise, icy one?"
"Fuck you."
"That a promise too?" he asked, looking into her eyes.
Color flooded her face. Pushing away from him, she gave him an enraged look. "You disgust me," she snapped before she turned on her heel and slammed the door.
Chris shrugged his shoulders and walked down the steps. A slight frown touched his lips. He knew what Victoria felt like. He could only watch his sister go out with the guy once. He didn't like the look of Bobby. The guy had a look in his eyes that he didn't like, so Victoria's feelings towards the guy were valid. "I hope that little girl knows what she's doing," he sighed as he started his car.
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Veronica smiled as she felt Bobby's hands glide over the skin of her shoulders as they sat on the chaise out on the deck. He had dinner waiting for them when they returned to his house after he picked her up. The house was empty now except for the two of them. She couldn't help but shiver slightly at the cool breeze as it rustled the branches above their heads.
"Cold?" Bobby asked as he ran his hands down her arms. He pushed aside her hair with his nose and placed a kiss on the curve of her neck.
"A little, but keep that up and I won't be," she replied as she felt more hot kisses along her shoulder. Her eyes closed as he continued and his hands trailed back up her arms to toy with the straps of her dress.
"Did I tell you how great you look in this," he murmured in her ear as he slid his fingers underneath the thin straps, running them down to where they connected with the bodice of her dress.
"I believe so," she said as she turned, meeting his lips with her own.
Threading his fingers into her lush golden hair, he sealed her mouth securely against his. He plunged his tongue into silky heat of her mouth as his other hand trailed across the neckline of her dress, insinuating a finger in the shadowy hollow of her cleavage. Her skin was warm to the touch.
Tremors of pleasure whisked through her as he stroked the skin between her breasts. She tangled her tongue with his, teasing it, taunting it, until she was gently sucking on it. She sighed into his mouth as his entire hand slid under the material of her dress and covered her braless breast. She turned into his arms then, straddling his lap, and hiking up the already short hem of her dress even higher. Wrapping her arms around him completely, she held him tight as their lips and tongue battled for control. Heat surged through her young body, eager to experience the fullness of the feelings that were racing through her.
Bobby slid his hands down over her hips to cup her rear end, pushing her up against him. He nipped at her lips before pulling away, his body on fire from her intoxicating one. Tugging his mouth away, he looked up at her through heavy lidded eyes. "Wanna go inside?"
Breathless and full of rampant teenage hormones, she nodded her head. "Yes, right now," she replied as she rotated her hips ever so slightly against his before standing up. She wasn't nervous about having sex. She felt that she was ready enough for it and the groping that they engaged in was no longer enough. Her body needed more, wanted more, and she decided it was about time it got it.
His eyes darkened to a deeper hue of indigo as he stared up at her. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her inside the house and upstairs to his bedroom, locking the door behind him. He watched as she let go of his hand and walked towards the bed, her hips swaying seductively with each step. His eyes followed her hand as she reached up behind her and slid down the zipper. Not being able to help it, he licked his lips as he went over to her and pushed the dress off her shoulders. He pressed a kiss on her shoulder as he started unbuttoning his shirt. "Are you sure about this?" he whispered against her skin, drawing her back against his chest.
"Yes, I'm sure," Veronica, replied as she closed her eyes. She turned in his arms and backed up towards the bed, pulling him with her. She slid back on the soft comforter, with him coming to lean over and cover her body with his.
An hour later…
Veronica watched the clock on her side of the bed as the hour hand fell on the one. She turned and looked over her bared shoulder at him. She felt the warmth of his hand resting on the curve of her waist under the thin sheet. Smiling, she leaned up on her elbows as she rolled to her stomach and watched him. Locks of his dark brown hair hung over his forehead in a boyish manner. She pushed them back with her fingers, reveling in the soft silky feel of his hair on her skin. She heard him say something, but it was barely audible. Laying her head down on the tops of her hands, she moved closer to hear his sleep induced murmurs.
"…Randy…"
Startled by the name of her best friend coming from his lips, she pushed herself back up on her forearms. Her eyes narrowed when he said the name two more times. Angry and frowning now, she rolled from underneath the sheets. She winced a little bit from the soreness between her legs, but shook it off as she hurriedly pulled her clothes back on. She turned on her heel to leave when she heard the sheets rustle. Turning, she saw him slowly sitting up to look at her.
"Going somewhere so soon?" he asked as he draped his arms on his bent knees. His eyes raked over her disheveled appearance. He smiled inwardly on how beautiful she looked in her current state.
"I should be going home."
"What time is it? I'll take you," he said as he started to get up.
"It's a little after one," she replied as she eyed him frostily. She was furious that he had said Randy's name in his sleep and being as competitive as she was, she couldn't let that pass. It also made her determined to hear him say her name again. Walking back over towards the bed, she gave him a shove and pushed him back. A sardonic smirk that was in her genes crossed her lips. "I want to hear you say my name again."
A smirk of his own crossed Bobby's lips as her lips crushed against his and his hands slid under her dress. She wasn't wearing her sexy red panties.
Moments later…
He was gasping after she rose from his lap, pulling down the hem of her skirt to a more modest level. He shook his head. "And could you tell me the reason for that?" he breathed between gasps.
"Because I wanted to," was Veronica's reply. "Now, you can take me home," she said as she turned on her heel and left his room, satisfied that it was her name that he moaned as he climaxed. "That should make him forget about my virginal best friend," she thought confidently as he followed after her and took her home.
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Waiting in the foyer, Heero watched the minute hand inch towards one-thirty. He knew that his youngest child was out on a date with that boy he didn't approve of and would never approve of. Nothing she did ever escaped his notice. However, he was slightly shocked by her behavior since he hadn't had to wait up for Victoria like this. He knew it was because his oldest was too much like him. She was almost the female version of him except for her outbursts of temper, which happened to match her mother's and her uncle's. His son, Dominic, he didn't worry about as much, but his girls, were a different story. A scowl touched his lips when he heard a car pull in out front. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the banister and waited for Veronica to enter. His dark chocolate locks hung over the deepening V forming between his eyes as the door opened soundlessly like it was supposed to. Tightening his jaw at Veronica's attire, he waited for her to turn around before he addressed her. Her sapphire eyes soon collided with his. "Veronica," he said, his tone flat.
"Daddy," Veronica replied, a little nervous. She knew he wasn't happy. She didn't have to see an expression on his face to know that. She could see the latent anger burning in his eyes in the dim foyer lamp next to the steps. Smoothing one hand over her mussed hair, she tilted her chin up in the air and braved it out. "What are you still doing up?" she asked.
"Waiting for my youngest child to come home," he replied as he carefully scrutinized her. He credited himself on being able to read into his children's actions better than anyone else. There was something different about her and his mind racked through the numerous possibilities. His eyes followed her as she walked towards him and he caught the slightest twitch in her facial expression as she then slowed her gait and shortened her steps. "She was…" He cut off the thought immediately as his mind flashed the most obvious of all possibilities. She slept with Bobby. The time of night it was, the way she looked, with her hair being messy and her dress wrinkled, and blatant wince that briefly crossed her face as she stepped on the first step where he stood. "What were you doing out so late with him?" he asked, not expecting her to tell him the truth.
"I was at his house and I fell…asleep watching a movie," she replied as she turned her head to look at him. His eyes were full of skepticism, knowing what she was telling him was an out and out lie. She looked unblinking into his Prussian blue ones as they stared back at her. Somewhat ashamed, she glanced away, unable to look him straight in the eye anymore. "I'm sorry I came home late," she said softly as she looked back at him, not meeting his eyes. She pressed a kiss on his cheek and gave him a brief hug. "Good night, daddy," she whispered as she continued up the steps.
Heero could smell him on her skin as she hugged him. "Good night, Veronica," he said as he turned to watch her walk up the steps. He knew he should call her out on this, but he lacked the voice to do so. He found himself not wanting to ask about if she had lost her virginity to some guy he clearly didn't think was good enough for her. The mere thought of asking, made his stomach turn a little. He didn't think it was a question any father would want to ask their daughter. He walked up the steps to watch her step into her room. He sighed as he walked to the very end of the hall where he and Relena slept. He pushed open the door and closed it silently behind him. His wife was sitting up, the dim light reflecting off of her glasses and giving the royal purple satin nightshirt she was wearing, a jewel like gleam. "I thought you would be asleep by now?" he asked as he climbed into bed next to her.
Relena slid her glasses off her nose as she regarded her husband with slightly amused eyes. "I was waiting for you to come up from downstairs. I was waiting for you to have a fatherly fit," she replied as she pushed a strand of her pale gold hair behind her ear.
"I don't have "fatherly fits," Relena," he said as he crossed his arms over his chest. He frowned.
A more amused smile touched her lips. "Yes, you do. Yours are just subtler than Duo's. You boil under the surface and those eyes of yours flicker dangerously. So, is Veronica home at last?"
"Yes, she's home."
"Did she tell you why she was out so late?"
"Fell asleep watching a movie with Bobby," he said, repeating his daughter's answer. In his mind, he knew he should tell his wife the truth, but he didn't like to cause her distress, and he knew this would. So, the lie their daughter told him would be the same he would tell her.
Relena sighed as she switched off the light and snuggled up against him. "Young love," she sighed as she wrapped an arm about his waist. "Remember when we were that young?" she asked as she propped her chin on his shoulder.
Turning to look into his wife's brilliant sapphire eyes, he allowed a small smile to cross his lips. "Yes, I remember," he answered as he brushed his knuckles on her soft cheek, "And you're still just as beautiful."
Smiling from his compliment, she pressed a kiss on his cheek. "You're so sweet sometimes, Heero. No wonder I love you."
A slightly fuller smile touched his lips. "I love you too, Relena," he said as he pressed a kiss on her waiting lips. He rolled on his side to face her, his arm sliding about her waist to hold her possessively against him. "Now go to sleep. I want you to get your rest."
She rolled her eyes. "Always looking after me," she sighed again as she closed her eyes and cuddled against his warmth.
Heero listened as her breath became even and slow. Her silky hair tickled his chin, but it didn't bother him. A deep sad frown touched his lips as he thought of Veronica and how he had just lied to his wife.
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Veronica left her dress hanging on the hook on the back of her bathroom door. Dressed in a pair of her brother's stolen boxers and a tee shirt, she combed out her wet hair. She took a quick shower, wanting to be able to wash away any visible traces of her evening. Guilt gnawed at her as she climbed into her bed and pulled the soft covers up across her chest. Resting her hands on top, she remembered the look in her father's eyes. She knew he wasn't stupid. He had known. She knew he had figured it out. It made her feel bad that he did because she was sure it was something that every daughter didn't want their father to know. She shook her head. "I can't feel bad. What's done is done. No use in feeling bad about it," she said as she rolled to her side and switched off the light. But the memory of her first time being marred by the fact that he had said Randy's name in his sleep, caused her to lie awake for a very long time.
A/N: I know I should get back to Out of Control, but I felt the urge to continue with this fic. There will be one more part to it of course, since I hate to leave a story in an unfinished state. So stayed tuned for more. XOXO!!
