Part two of the first person and Cori experiment. Remember, kids, you should always wear your lab coat and your safety goggles when you conduct experiments with hazardous materials such as two smokin' hot women that act on a Nickelodeon show.
P.S. I don't own Victorious.
Tori is really cute. Not in the whole 'big eyed puppy dog' sort of way, but in that 'everything I do is adorable, but I don't realize it' type of way. I know, I'm confusing to a lot of people and I was never good with words and comparisons and explaining. Now that I think about it, I'm not good at a lot of stuff. That's not the point though. The point is; Tori Vega, my girlfriend –man, it's fun to say that-, is cute.
Let me try and explain.
She's cute in the ways she reacts to me. Her hand always grabs at mine when she feels like someone is looking at me. Like she's scared that I'll leave her for them. That's crazy talk! I wouldn't leave Tori for all of the bibble in the entire world. And I love bibble. Anyways, when I kiss her without warning, her eyes go all wide and she retreats back into herself, a pink blush on her face. But, apparently, she likes those kinds of surprises because she kisses me back.
When I go in front of her, I can feel her eyes on me. She watches me so carefully, as if I'm a song she wants to learn the ins and outs of. Every crescendo and decrescendo. Every note. And that makes me self-conscious in the best way. The way she makes me feel like I'm beautiful and perfect and intelligent. Not spacy and ignorant and childish like everyone else does.
I'm leading her to the toy store and a song pops into my head. It's a really pretty song. It's a punk song. Tori's one of the only people, other than Jade and my brother, who knows that I like screamo and hardcore music. You should've seen her face when it started blasting from the stereo in my overly pink bedroom. Absolutely adorable.
"You're the gun and I can be the bullet you bite down on, take your best shot 'cause you only get one." Oops. I didn't mean to sing that out loud.
Her hand tightens around mine and I can't help but smile at her possessiveness; it's cute. I brush my hair forward over my shoulders, my red hair. I love it. That's another cute thing about Tori. She's never asked me why I dyed my hair red. Normally, that's one of the first things people ask me. That and if I have mental problems, which I do.
I kind of wish she would though. It's a good story. Ask me about my hair, I mean. Not my physiological issues. That'd probably make me cry.
"That's a pretty song, Cat. What's it called?" Her voice. One word. Cute. Sometimes, especially after we've, ya know, had sex her Mexican accent spills into her words. Her hands, warm and gentle, will run up and down my spine and before she falls asleep she'll whisper to me in that sleepy, satisfied voice "Te Amo, Caterina."
It's the only time I actually enjoy being called Caterina.
I don't know why I don't like my name. Maybe it's because my brother used to tease me and he always said my name like a swear word. I don't like curse words. Their ugly and vile, and they taint everything with their nastiness. They aren't cute.
But Tori is and now that I'm thinking about her, I remember she asked me a question. I don't remember the question.
"Whaddya say, Tor?" She thinks I don't know that I make her all shaky and uncertain of herself when I call her 'Tor'. Ha. That's funny.
She blushes a little at her pet name and I give her a small smile, sweeping my hair over my shoulders. I turned right and smile. The toy store is right at the end of this corridor, which is the wrong word for this large hallway with a bunch of stores, but like I said, I'm not too good with words.
"I was just wondering what that song was called, that's all." She isn't mad that I didn't answer her question the first time. She knows I get lost in my thoughts a lot. Which are about ninety percent of the time they're about her, so it'd be silly for her to get angry with me.
"Oh!" I remember now. I sing the lyrics again and I giggle, "It's called Son of a Gun by Search the City. It's one of my favorites right now. If I was a gun, I'd think I'd be a shotgun because they're all inaccurate and compact, but they pack a big punch that is sporadic and it sprays all over." I say stuff like this all of the time to her.
"A shotgun, huh?" She pushes her hair away from her face and looks around at the stores. Her brows crease over her nose and I giggle, "Cat," she frowns. I don't like it when she frowns. She's too pretty and nice to frown. I kiss it away and she smiles. Much better.
"Cat," she says again and she looks at my hair, it's distracting. That's one of the reasons I like it. I'm always distracted so I feel like I bring people down to my level by having them stare at my hair a little bit. Now they know how I feel.
"I don't see a toy store over here."
"Sure there is, Tori! It's over there." I point to Spencer's which was in the corner next to Hot Topic.
Tori's jaw drops and her hand goes slack in mine. She seems frozen. I don't like frozen Tori so I kiss her stuck face all over and melt the ice that keeps her face stuck.
"Cat… You aren't serious, are you?" She looks at me as if I've grown three extra heads. That look has no effect on me anymore. Seriously, I'm immune to it.
"Sure I'm serious, Tor! C'mon." I don't give her a chance to deny me. She wouldn't. Tori is kind of a push over and I'm not ashamed to say I take advantage of it either. Especially in bed.
But a lady doesn't kiss and tell.
We enter the store and I skip around the racks of clothes, straight to the back much to the heavily pierced cashier's surprise. The man calls after me, like I'm stupid and I don't know where I'm going, "Um! Honey, you know the stuff back there is for adults."
I grind my teeth and turn around, "What's that supposed to mean?" Seriously, I'm eighteen. I know what I'm doing. Ask Tori.
He raises his tattooed hands in surrender and grin again, pulling Tori along to the back.
She looks nervous and it makes me wonder why people think I'm the childish one. Just because I like having fun and I don't take anything seriously doesn't mean that I'm not experienced in life. I just choose to ignore all the bad stuff. This stuff isn't bad though, so I don't know why she's freaking out. This stuff is fun.
My eyes scan the shelves quickly. I don't give many things a second glance. If it doesn't catch my attention the first time then- what is that?! I break out into a large smile and I grab the box with a picture of candy panties and bra set. Candy. I show Tori and she gives me that same look she did earlier.
"Tori! Look at it! Candy! I love candy!" I shove them into her arms and continue looking. What does Tori like to do? Hmm… she likes to read. Perfect! I grab two books, one says 365 Sex Positions the other says Kama Sutra. Whatever that means.
I carry them and Tori blushes brightly, "Cat, you realize that neither one of us can do these" she gestures to the books, "since… we're both women."
My jaw drops and I bring my palm to my forehead with a smack. Silly me, she's right. I skip around the shelves looking for what I came in here for. Oh. Handcuffs, I'll grab those too. There it is!
I beam and turn to my Tori. Yes, mine. She belongs to me. She stares the box in my hands and she stares at me with an adorably hilarious expression, "Cat!"
I don't know what her deal is. This strap on will really open up some new possibilities, I love having sex with Tori, but I get bored easily. I need new positions. New toys. Before I get bored.
"Whatty?" I pout; I really wanted these new toys. It would be something we could both enjoy. I'll cry if she doesn't let me get them.
"Cat, this is…" She searches for right words and I feel bad. I don't like frustrating her.
"Please, Tor. I told you," I lean up and whisper in her ear over the loud, pounding music of Spencer's. "If I get everything I want today, you get everything you want tonight." And I mean it. I never say something I don't mean, it would just be wasted breath if I did. And we only get so many of those.
She stops breathing and I smile. I know I've won, but really, we've both won because the pair of us are going to have a blast tonight.
We check out and she pays as that annoying cashier stares at the pair of us in disbelief. Silly head. We know what we're doing, stop staring.
Leaving the store, I turn to her. My hand is in hers and I give a light squeeze, "Tor."
"Sí?" Mm… when she speaks Spanish I know she's in the mood. It makes me all that much happier to say what I'm about to.
"Can we just skip the ice cream? I just want to go home and play with our toys."
She speeds when we get on the interstate and it's cute.
First Cori story over and done with. That makes me a little sad. How did y'all like Cat's POV? Was it good? Let me know.
Love,
Madzilla