Vanya stood there as the door clicked closed. She didn't want to do that. It made her feel like an idiot and reduced her capacity to think straight. She wanted instead to run after Horror and kill him. No, scratch that, she wanted to hurt him very bad. He was still Horror after all and it would be like kicking an injured puppy. However, she would maim him very, very badly.
She didn't want to be standing there. She wanted to get her tongue to work so that she could laugh off everything she said or explain it all away. Perhaps she could even make it seem like it was a prank. It would be very mean but she'd rather have him think she was a jerk rather than know the truth.
What she really wanted to do was sink into the ground and disappear forever though. Better yet, she would never be born. If she had a time machine that was what she would do, go back and prevent her birth. It wasn't as if her life had been so great anyway, and it would certainly save her standing there, staring at Kraken and having him stare at her.
However, she didn't do any of those things. Either her desired options weren't feasible or she'd missed her chance. So in the end what she did was start to cry. She hadn't eaten very much, she hadn't slept since Horror had told her she'd been out for two days, she was stressed out, and she was scared out of her mind. Everything was ruined forever and there wasn't any harm in just breaking down and crying. Not even if it made her feel weak and stupid like she had since she'd gotten the letter, there was no harm in it anymore.
To her surprise she felt arms wrap around her. It was a tight embrace, so tight that she almost felt crushed. The air rushed out of her lungs in surprise and Vanya quickly gulped some more in. By all means she would've liked to push away but his body felt so warm while all she could do was feel cold.
Finally, when she got over her initial shock, she started to push away. Once more surprisingly she found that Kraken's arms were like iron around her.
"Let go," she demanded in a scratchy voice.
"No."
She choked back tears of helpless sadness and rage.
"Just let go Diego!"
"No."
"Stop it," she said, trying to sound authoritative but in the end sounding faint, "Just stop doing this and leave me alone-"
"Vanya," he said, loosening his grip slightly so he could look at her, "I'm not going to let go. And I'm not going to leave you. Ever."
Vanya tilted back her head so that no more tears could come out.
"Diego," she said, "I appreciate that, I really do. It's…it's really great that you don't care."
"Care about what?" he asked, looking confused.
"What I said," she replied shortly, "but I figured something out. I don't want to wake up every morning wondering if that'll be the day that I see you with some new girl-"
"I broke up with Jen," he interrupted, "So I don't get-"
"It'll be any girl," she said, "It won't matter if it was that fucking princess or not."
He stared at her hard for a minute before raising his eyebrows.
"I don't think we're communicating," he said, "But I think I can fix that."
Suddenly his lips were pressed, demanding, against hers. Vanya stifled a gasp, more out of surprise than anything. He must've heard it since he used is as a way to slip his tongue through her lips. She couldn't respond, not even when his tongue started stroking hers. Vanya was vaguely aware that she had gone limp, but beyond that she wasn't quite sure.
Kraken withdrew, somewhat mindful of her need to breath. She snapped to attention then.
"Diego…"
The name came out more of a moan then a word. Vanya bit her lip and tried to speak slightly more coherently.
"Don't do this out of pity, alright?" she said, her voice now becoming snappish, "Don't you dare do that you fucking bastard."
Rolling his eyes Kraken leaned in until his lips were brushing against her ear. She could feel his breath against her skin and she had to bite back another moan.
"I'm still not getting through to you," he murmured, "So here's it spelt out. I want you, in every fucking sense of the word. I want to see you with me and not with some fancy-ass pretty boy. I want to say I love you and hear it back and I'm tired of not having that. I thought I could get by without it but now that I know you want it too I can't even live without it. I'll be damned for wanting you, I know, but right now I couldn't care less. Make sense?"
She was crying again now. Her hands had gotten some rigidity back and her arms wrapped around his neck.
"Well…here you go," she said, swallowing, "I love you, have since I was ten."
He smirked at her.
"Sorry that it's only been from fifteen for me," he said, "I'll just have to make up for that, won't I?"
He swooped in for another one knee-shaking kiss. She warbled a little bit, and the next thing she knew he'd picked her up bridal-style. Before she could even begin to think what that meant he'd laid her on her bed. Once he'd laid her down he looked up at her, both desire and love raging in his eyes.
The next minute he'd dipped his head and started laying kisses along her collarbone. When his hands started to untie her bathrobe though, she stopped him nervously. Kraken looked up at her in surprise. Her throat felt dry as she stammered over her next few words.
"I've…I've never done this before," she managed.
He looked at her understandingly and laughed.
"You know what?" he asked, "Kinda relieved at that information. But you're right, this is moving too fast so-"
She shook her head. Now he was the one not getting the message and she was the one getting frustrated.
"Look…I'm not saying I don't want too…I'm just…I guess explaining," she started.
He silenced her with a light kiss on her lips before grinning and saying;
"No need to."
