Author's Note: I have been informed that there might be interest in more explicit V/V fluff. As ever I'll try to toe the tasteful line with these. These stories are in the same vein as "Love Stories," and still are love stories...just another facet of love. And Victor and Victoria hardly ever get to have any fun in this fandom, and they deserve it. -PP
1
Victor woke with his entire body incredibly stiff. The very first gray light of dawn was creeping in the window above his desk. The room was chilly, but his bed was warmer than it had ever been. Victoria was in it.
The bed, which he'd had for years, was very narrow. A bachelor's bed. No wonder he was stiff. There had not been room to move all night, not with Victoria curled up beside him. The stiffness was worth it, though. He raised his head a little so that he could look at her. She was still on her side, her back to him, the way she'd fallen asleep. Warmth radiated from her. Her cheeks were rosy with sleep. Her hair, long and brown and curled at the ends, was loose. Gently, so as not to wake her, he put his face to her hair. It was soft. It smelled, just a little, of lavender.
It had been three days since they'd met. After what had happened at the church that night of the dead, Victoria had moved into his parents' house in advance of their wedding, which had still not been rescheduled. And last night, she'd come to visit. He'd invited her to stay. Naively, perhaps, he'd assumed that it would be no problem to remain a gentleman. He'd just wanted to give her some comfort and company, and he'd needed the same from her.
His body, he was a little embarrassed to note, had other ideas. All of him had woken stiff, and smelling Victoria's hair and feeling her warmth did not help. They'd fallen asleep curled up together like spoons in a drawer, and had remained so. Victor tried to shift backward a little so that his growing interest didn't alarm her, but there was no room.
Beside him, Victoria stirred. He heard her sigh and felt her try to stretch in the narrow space. With difficulty she rolled so that she could face him. Her cheek had little creases from the pillowcase. Her lips were a little dry. He watched, his pulse beginning to throb, as she licked her lips to moisten them.
Unable to resist, he kissed her. Victoria gave a little start, but almost immediately relaxed. He felt her yield, opening her mouth just a little to greet his. This was only their second kiss. How strange, and yet perfect and thrilling, to have it be as intimate as this.
He thought he should stop. At least say "good morning" or "did you sleep well." But he absolutely could not pull his lips away from hers. Victoria put a hand to the back of his neck as though sensing his thoughts, and wanting to keep him right where he was. Her other arm wound about his back, pulling him even closer.
Oh, he was done for. Her lips were so soft and warm, her mouth so welcoming. He had never ever kissed or touched a girl in any way until quite recently. The very thought had terrified him. But with Victoria, he was not terrified. This felt like the most natural thing in the world. Fumbling a bit, but still managing not to break the kiss, Victor slid an arm about her shoulders to pull her closer. His other hand rested in the curve of her waist, not quite daring to explore, though he ached to. For this moment it was enough to feel her body pressed against his own, nothing between them but a few layers of nightclothes.
At last Victoria pulled back a little, flushed and breathless, her eyes bright. Victor gazed at her, breathing hard, lightheaded as all of the blood was swiftly rushing away from his head. He thought he might faint, or burst. Especially when Victoria shifted so that she could lay on her back. Naturally as anything, helped along by her guiding arms, he ended up on top of her.
It took all of his concentration and a few deep breaths to not finish right then. When he had a little control over himself he braced himself up a little on one elbow and looked again into Victoria's face, seeing only affection and pleasure. She was smiling, her eyes half-closed. She ran her hands up and down his back. All the way to his hips. Waves of pleasure went through him at her touch.
Hesitantly, a catch to his breath, he put a hand to her breast. She did not stop him. Indeed, she closed her eyes. Oh, but her bosom felt so nice, so warm and soft. Even through her nightdress he could feel her nipple harden beneath his palm. He kept darting his eyes from his hand on her breast to her face, enjoying the look of both and not sure where to focus. When she moaned, low and soft, Victor felt a jolt in his groin. It was a sound of pure pleasure. He was dangerously close to the edge, all of this novel sensation at once pushing him to the brink.
They weren't married yet. He truly did not care.
He kissed her again, catching a second moan in his mouth. Victoria pulled him close, running her hands up and down his arms, his chest, his face, anywhere she could reach. It felt as though she was lighting tiny fires on his skin wherever she touched. He pulled himself up, braced on his arms, his hips set achingly against hers.
"Victoria," he said, sounding strangled. The power of speech was leaving him. He was nothing but nerve endings, nothing but absolute desire. He didn't want to frighten her. Or disgust her. Or hurt her. But his want for her was overriding everything else in his brain.
She was there beneath him, hair spread out on the pillow, gazing up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "Yes," she breathed. He didn't know whether she was acknowledging that he had spoken, whether she was asking what he wanted, or whether she was giving him permission. Maybe all three.
Victoria made it clearer for him by reaching to hitch up her nightgown. He gazed at her in something like wonder, through his lust-haze. She was gazing back at him, her mouth slightly open, watching him. Slowly he reached up under her nightdress. He touched her bare skin, her thigh, her hip. He felt her shiver beneath his hand. And then, he found her.
When he touched her, his hand shaking with a mix of disbelief and pleasure, she gasped and jumped as though he'd pinched her, or burned her. Immediately he took his hand away and pulled back.
"Sorry! Sorry!" he said, searching her face. "Did I hurt you?"
But she was shaking her head. "No, I….that was..." She took his face in her hands and pulled him down to kiss her. Then she trailed her lips along his cheek until she got to his ear, and she whispered shyly, "Would you do it again?"
A shiver ran all down his back, both at her breath in his ear and at her words. He kissed her cheek, and then her lips, even as he obliged. With pleasure. Oh, he couldn't believe this, being permitted to touch her like this. Inexpertly, he knew, but at least gently and truly lovingly. Victoria appeared to be enjoying it. Those tiny soft moans were escaping her lips again, even as she mouthed along his neck and caressed his chest.
When her hips started to rock he could not take anymore. He was not going to be able to hold back. Now it was either excuse himself…or…
Quickly, not wanting to either lose momentum or humiliate himself, he shucked off his pajama bottoms, pushed Victoria's nightgown a little farther up out of his way, and settled himself between her legs. He took it as a good sign, and almost a compliment, that she opened her legs so willingly for him. Then, burning with need, almost in pain with it, he looked into Victoria's eyes.
She was breathing heavily, perspiration on her brow, her eyes dark. Neither of them spoke. There was just the sound of their breathing. After what felt like an eternity Victoria reached for him, holding him by the hips, and she drew him toward her.
After that, he was lost. He was pure sensation. It felt as though he'd plunged a red-hot poker into a bucket of cold water. And he'd been right. He'd been too close. It was exquisite, but it did not last long. It was mere seconds before he felt a white-hot blaze rage through him, shutting his brain off for a moment and leaving him limp and blurry.
He was half-aware through all of this that he had bent his head over hers, and was murmuring loving nonsense at her. He wasn't sure what he was saying. But he could feel her arms wrapped around his lower back, her soft thighs against his hips. It was over so fast. It was so fleeting.
Spent, Victor fell forward with a small groan, burying his face in the pillow next to Victoria's head. Her hair was all around him. He could feel her breathing onto his shoulder. Once the haze started to clear, Victor couldn't believe himself. So much for being a gentleman. However...it was hard to feel too much regret. He honestly didn't think Victoria minded.
He turned his head to look at her, and she did the same. They pressed their foreheads together.
"Was that all right?" he asked in a breathless whisper. "I'm sorry."
She kissed him, gently. "I'm not," she told him, running her fingers through his hair.
For a while they lay there together, dawn beginning to stream in the window, brightening the corners of the room. When Victoria suddenly laughed, very quietly, into his shoulder, Victor looked at her questioningly.
"We really must get married now," she said. Victor's laugh came out more like a snort.
"Will you tell our mothers, or should I?" he asked. Victoria put her fingers to her lips, holding in her giggles. The sound made Victor chuckle just quietly. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her close in his narrow bed.
