Hiya! So this is my first fic with James and Victoria and I'm excited. I got the idea from a video that I saw in youtube with the song "Stripped" by Shiny Toy Guns. That song so has to be played while reading this. I hope you enjoy and reviews are welcomed!!!

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Late Night Bite

1914

The song thumped everywhere around the room. Women danced on the floor teasing the men by lifting up their dresses. The men were drunken bastards and howling at the women. The air smelled of liquor and cigarettes but one particular woman. She was dress in a long green silk dress that clung to her. Her hair was long, wild, and fiery red, her eyes were green, and taunting. She was looking for trouble and James was the one for her.

James was sitting in a booth watching Victoria dance smoothly while her hair swayed from side to side. She raised her hands above her head and moved to the blues music. She turned her back to James and danced more seductively. James wanted to enjoy her in his own way. He got up and walked to her with a glass in his hand.

"I can tell you want a drink." He whispered into her left ear.

"I don't need a drink. I'm fine thank you." Victoria kept dancing.

"I'm sure you do. Dancing makes you thirsty." James said.

"No thank you." Victoria shook her hair in his face and kept dancing.

He caught a smell of her hair and it smelled like red wine. It can be bad to a person but it can taste very good.

He put a hand on her lower back. "Come with me."

Victoria turned to face him with a serious expression. "I'm sorry but who do you think I am?"

"I know you're wild." James smirked.

"I'm tamed." Victoria said flirtatiously.

James step closer to her and she danced once again. He placed his hand back on her lower back and moved with her. She raised her hands again above her head, closed her eyes, and danced with James. They danced until she opened her eyes again. She knew she felt a breeze on her arm.

"How did we get outside?" She asked looking around.

"I brought you here just to speak to you alone."

"I don't know your name sir."

"James."

"Well James, I'm Victoria and I think it is time for me to head home. Thank you for the dance. Good night."

Victoria pushed James away slightly. He could have easily stood there but he wanted a game for tonight. She walked back into the parlor and put on her coat in her booth. She said her goodbyes and walked to the door. She stopped and turned to see if James was still there. And surely he was watching her with blazing crimson eyes. She hadn't noticed before because she was too shocked by how he looked. But a lady never lets herself fall into temptation.

She pushed through the door and headed down the street. It was nightfall and she was tired. She badly wanted to take off her heels and walk down the sidewalk but she was afraid that her foot would hurt even more.

She heard a noise in the back and turned only to see James standing under a street lamp. She turned her head slowly and stood up straight. She was in the mood for games too. She walked down the alleyway towards her house slowly. She didn't hear his footsteps but she knew he was behind her. So she walked using more of her hips teasing him playfully. Once she had gotten to her house she turned around again but this time he wasn't there. She wondered if had gotten bored of her games and left. But an instinct told her that he wasn't far.

She opened her door to her townhouse and walked in. Her maid was away for the week on an illness so she was alone. Although she liked when things were silent, she needed the chaos to be near her.

She walked up the stairs to the second floor and into her bedroom. She turned on a light and there was James. He was standing by his window looking up to the full moon. She smiled at herself for her instincts and closed her door.

"James, how did you get into my home?"

"I came through the window."

"And why would you do that?"

"Because you were moving like water and I know how water feels."

"Is that so?" She raised an eyebrow.

He turned to face her, "Yes."

She began to take off her coat, "Should I call the police James?"

"That won't help." James smirked.

"Should I use force?"

James snorted.

"I see then. Well what do you want?" She moved to another room which was her bathroom. She ran the hot water and put the stopper in. She walked back towards her room and James was now in her face.

"Victoria, may I have you?" He breathes on her lips.

"I didn't think you were the type to do ask for this type of permission."

"I'm not. But I like when women put up a fight."

"I won't." Victoria came closer to his lips.

James placed a hand on her neck and kissed her. Victoria was shocked at how hard his lips were and it felt as if he were breaking them. He pushed her to the wall and began to let his hands roam. She grabbed at his hair and pulled it but he didn't move. He felt like a brick to her. He put her legs on his back and began to rub her thigh. They kissed passionately for a few moments then he threw her to the ground.

He ripped off her clothes piece by piece and was careful not to hurt her. Victoria was overwhelmed with everything; she had let a man she didn't even know touch her in ways that made her sigh. She laid her back on the floor and could see the steam for the bathroom and hot water running along the floor. She wanted to turn it off but she couldn't mess this up.

James then looked up at her with more lust than she had ever seen before. She stared into his eyes and was amazing at how they were wild yet inviting. James kissed from her stomach to her neck greedily. She pressed harder into him and arched her back.

She felt something sharp against her neck. "James, what is that?"

"James really was is that?"

"Are you biting me?"

James bit into her neck.

"JAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"