13; get all the sighs and the moans just right.
Get All The Sighs and the Moans Just Right.
red light- making with the sexy. (stoplight system.)
concerning: Victoria Winters, Roger Collins.
1557. words; complete. original post date: 09-17-09.
Victoria Winters pulled her robe tighter around her as she quickly made her way to the kitchen. She tried to be as quiet as possible; it was before seven and the rest of the house wasn't awake, but there really was no guarantee of her silence. The only thing she really cared about was the fact that she needed room to breathe.
She let herself relax when she finally did get to the kitchen - in her mind, it took longer than she thought it should have. The coffee pot on the counter caught her attention and she went about making some. I would help her wake up. She might be able to think more clearly. Vicki sighed and rubbed her forehead, leaning against the counter.
--
"I don't understand why it's so important to you." She'd been so sern, so adamant as she turned away from him, crossing her arms.
"It's not me, Vicki," Roger replied, pouring himself another drink. "It's the next logical step in this sort of relationship."
She knew he shrugged even though she couldn't see him. Vicki hated the way he could talk about the subject so casually; she closed up and became awkward whenever it came up - which was more and more frequently, it seemed. She envied him for that.
"To some people, maybe." Vicki never dropped her guard as she crossed to the window.
There was a pause, and Vicki heard the clink of Roger's glass as he set it on the table. He quietly came up behind her. "Are you afraid?"
Her eyes widened in shock and she spun to face him. "What?! What are you -" Vicki shook her head and hoped he didn't catch the blush that had crept to her cheeks.
"You can't be as innocent as you let on, Vicki," he said with a smirk, ignoring the glare and any protests she tried to give him. "It's impossible."
--
It was too quiet. That in itself was nothing new; Collinwood always offered an unsettling kind of silence. The sound of coffee brewing wasn't particularly comforting, and as the minutes ticked by, Vicki began to wish that she'd just gone to her own bedroom instead. But what for? Vicki thought. It was n't like she'd be able to sleep. There was to much to think about - she needed to talk to Roger. As soon as possible.
Maybe she should have just stayed in his room, then.
With another sigh, she stepped away from the counter and pulled her thick hair back before letting it fall. She wished she had one of her ribbons, if not to tie her hair back than at least for her hands to fiddle with. This was fare more nerve-wracking than Vicki thought it needed to be.
She paced around the kitchen and didn't hear the footsteps. It was only when she turned to the doorway that she saw Roger enter. They both froze.
--
They'd made it to his room by the time it dawned on Vicki how serious this actually was. He locked the door and smirked at her, but she couldn't look him in the eye. She turned from him and he clicked his tongue.
"Oh, come now," he said, his tone taking on a persuasive edge. "Don't act like that."
"I can't help it."
Roger sighed and let his arm slip around her shoulders. "It's not as if I'm going to hurt you, Vicki."
Vicki pushed his arm away and turned around. The shocked glares weren't stopping anytime soon, it seemed. She tried to take a step away from him, but she ended up stumbling backwards to sit on the bed.
Roger looked offended for a moment before he realized his mistake and scratched awkwardly at his neck. "...Purposely, of course."
Vicki bit her lip and took to fiddling with her skirt. "I - I know I agreed, but... I don't know what..."
"What"?
"I don't know what to - nothing. Never mind."
Roger sighed and hoped she didn't notice when he rolled his eyes. He started toward the small liquor cabinet, but she reached out suddenly to grab his tie and pull him down to kiss her.
--
"Good morning," Vicki said with a nod, trying to remain civil.
"Good morning, Vicki." Roger returned her nod, and neither moved for a moment. An undeniable charge was in the air. It was tense, and oh, if she was pregnant, Vicki was going to kill him.
The coffee-maker had been silent for a moment when they both lunged for the pot. Their hands brushed when they reached for the handle and Roger and Victoria turned away from each other instantly.
"Sorry," they said quickly and in unison.
There was a beat, and Vicki said, "You can..." she gestured to the coffee pot.
"Hm?" Roger turned his head. "Oh - yes..."
Another pause, and Vicki moved to get two mugs from the cabinet. She quietly handed one to Roger and waited her turn. Her hands shooka s she took the pot from him; she wished he weren't so close. Roger quirked an eyebrow and took the pot back from her.
"Be careful," he warned with a slight chuckle as he poured it for her. "I wouldn't want you to spill it everywhere."
Vicki forced a laugh and hoped the hair hanging in her face hid her blush well. "Thank you."
--
"You're quiet," Roger commented, obviously amused as he kissed at her neck.
"Shouldn't I be - oh..." Vicki bit back a noise as his teeth grazed her skin. The last thing she wanted was for Missus Stoddard or Carolyn to hear anything. Carolyn especially. Carolyn would say something. They shouldn't have taken the chance - but she didn't want him to stop.
Roger's hand moved down her front and Vicki tried to reach for the blankets to cover herself with. Instead, she came up with his blazer. He laughed and took it from her, tossing it to the floor before leaning in to kiss her, his hand trailing the inside of her thigh.
"Relax," he said, and pushed his hips into hers.
--
They sat on opposite ends of the table, sipping their coffee in silence. Vicki was wrong: the caffeine wasn't helping her focus, it was making her jumpier. At every noise, Vicki jolted, thinking it was someone with exceptionally good ears coming to confront them about their tryst.
Roger noticed.
He cleared his throat, eyebrow arched. "Did you sleep well?"
"What?" Vicki whipped her head around to face him. "Yes - I suppose. Why?"
He shrugged. "You were in my room, after all. I wanted to make sure you were comfortable."
She blushed. "Oh."
--
Roger wasn't one who stayed awake afterward, apparently, judging from the way that he slept soundly to her left. Vicki sighed, sitting against the headboard and clutching the pillow to her chest.
It wasn't that she regretted it, but she couldn't help wonder if it was a mistake.
He'd gotten what he wanted out of her, hadn't he? What use was she to him now?
She knew she had to confront him about this in the morning, but she didn't know how.
She sighed again and slid under the covers to at least try to get some sleep.
--
Vicki took a deep breath and almost slammed her coffee mug on the table. "When are you going to tell me?"
Roger stared. "Tell you what?"
"That you're done with me. Or however you want to phrase it."
Slowly and deliberately, Roger sat his cup on the table and faced her. "Victoria, what are you talking about?"
"I -" She bit her lip. "Never mind."
"Vicki," Roger began, folding his hands in front of him. "You don't... you don't have any problem with what happened last -"
"No!" She shook her head.
"-Because, if you do -"
"I don't! At all." She gave her best reassuring smile and took a drink.
Roger smirked and did the same. "So I wasn't awful then?"
Vicki stared. Really, she had been close to a crisis, and all he wanted was for her to comment on how he was in bed. "I -" She blinked. Then, for the sake of being polite, she shook her head.
Roger sighed and it almost sounded relieved. He fidgeted; had it been a cover for how awkward he felt, too? Again, he cleared his throat. "You didn't bleed," he muttered.
Her eyes widened once she realized what he said and she paused mid-sip. "Roger!"
"I just - I figured it was your first time, and -"
"It -!"
"Who was your first, then?" Roger tilted his head to the side slightly, genuinely curious.
"What!?"
"Was it Devlin?" His expression darkened.
"That is none of your business!" Vicki slammed her cup down again and turned away, fuming.
Roger paused before turning back to his coffee. "I thought, since we were being so frank about the subject..."
Vicki said nothing for a moment before, timidly, "If you must know, it was you."
"Really?"
She nodded once and he tried not to look too terribly proud while sipping his coffee.
A feeling of relief came over Victoria. The confrontation was over. She hadn't lost anything.
"And I take it you wouldn't be adverse to doing it again?"
Vicki glanced up at Roger, brow furrowed and at a loss for words. "I -"
Roger blinked, awaiting his answer.
"...No, I suppose not."
Roger couldn't help but smirk wickedly down at the table, then back at her. "I'm sure you've noticed that there isn't anyone here at the moment."
Vicki took a moment to process his suggestion, and she set her cup down again. She smiled at him, stood and pushed her chair in before her face twisted into another glare and she stormed out.
red light- making with the sexy. (stoplight system.)
concerning: Victoria Winters, Roger Collins.
1557. words; complete. original post date: 09-17-09.
Victoria Winters pulled her robe tighter around her as she quickly made her way to the kitchen. She tried to be as quiet as possible; it was before seven and the rest of the house wasn't awake, but there really was no guarantee of her silence. The only thing she really cared about was the fact that she needed room to breathe.
She let herself relax when she finally did get to the kitchen - in her mind, it took longer than she thought it should have. The coffee pot on the counter caught her attention and she went about making some. I would help her wake up. She might be able to think more clearly. Vicki sighed and rubbed her forehead, leaning against the counter.
--
"I don't understand why it's so important to you." She'd been so sern, so adamant as she turned away from him, crossing her arms.
"It's not me, Vicki," Roger replied, pouring himself another drink. "It's the next logical step in this sort of relationship."
She knew he shrugged even though she couldn't see him. Vicki hated the way he could talk about the subject so casually; she closed up and became awkward whenever it came up - which was more and more frequently, it seemed. She envied him for that.
"To some people, maybe." Vicki never dropped her guard as she crossed to the window.
There was a pause, and Vicki heard the clink of Roger's glass as he set it on the table. He quietly came up behind her. "Are you afraid?"
Her eyes widened in shock and she spun to face him. "What?! What are you -" Vicki shook her head and hoped he didn't catch the blush that had crept to her cheeks.
"You can't be as innocent as you let on, Vicki," he said with a smirk, ignoring the glare and any protests she tried to give him. "It's impossible."
--
It was too quiet. That in itself was nothing new; Collinwood always offered an unsettling kind of silence. The sound of coffee brewing wasn't particularly comforting, and as the minutes ticked by, Vicki began to wish that she'd just gone to her own bedroom instead. But what for? Vicki thought. It was n't like she'd be able to sleep. There was to much to think about - she needed to talk to Roger. As soon as possible.
Maybe she should have just stayed in his room, then.
With another sigh, she stepped away from the counter and pulled her thick hair back before letting it fall. She wished she had one of her ribbons, if not to tie her hair back than at least for her hands to fiddle with. This was fare more nerve-wracking than Vicki thought it needed to be.
She paced around the kitchen and didn't hear the footsteps. It was only when she turned to the doorway that she saw Roger enter. They both froze.
--
They'd made it to his room by the time it dawned on Vicki how serious this actually was. He locked the door and smirked at her, but she couldn't look him in the eye. She turned from him and he clicked his tongue.
"Oh, come now," he said, his tone taking on a persuasive edge. "Don't act like that."
"I can't help it."
Roger sighed and let his arm slip around her shoulders. "It's not as if I'm going to hurt you, Vicki."
Vicki pushed his arm away and turned around. The shocked glares weren't stopping anytime soon, it seemed. She tried to take a step away from him, but she ended up stumbling backwards to sit on the bed.
Roger looked offended for a moment before he realized his mistake and scratched awkwardly at his neck. "...Purposely, of course."
Vicki bit her lip and took to fiddling with her skirt. "I - I know I agreed, but... I don't know what..."
"What"?
"I don't know what to - nothing. Never mind."
Roger sighed and hoped she didn't notice when he rolled his eyes. He started toward the small liquor cabinet, but she reached out suddenly to grab his tie and pull him down to kiss her.
--
"Good morning," Vicki said with a nod, trying to remain civil.
"Good morning, Vicki." Roger returned her nod, and neither moved for a moment. An undeniable charge was in the air. It was tense, and oh, if she was pregnant, Vicki was going to kill him.
The coffee-maker had been silent for a moment when they both lunged for the pot. Their hands brushed when they reached for the handle and Roger and Victoria turned away from each other instantly.
"Sorry," they said quickly and in unison.
There was a beat, and Vicki said, "You can..." she gestured to the coffee pot.
"Hm?" Roger turned his head. "Oh - yes..."
Another pause, and Vicki moved to get two mugs from the cabinet. She quietly handed one to Roger and waited her turn. Her hands shooka s she took the pot from him; she wished he weren't so close. Roger quirked an eyebrow and took the pot back from her.
"Be careful," he warned with a slight chuckle as he poured it for her. "I wouldn't want you to spill it everywhere."
Vicki forced a laugh and hoped the hair hanging in her face hid her blush well. "Thank you."
--
"You're quiet," Roger commented, obviously amused as he kissed at her neck.
"Shouldn't I be - oh..." Vicki bit back a noise as his teeth grazed her skin. The last thing she wanted was for Missus Stoddard or Carolyn to hear anything. Carolyn especially. Carolyn would say something. They shouldn't have taken the chance - but she didn't want him to stop.
Roger's hand moved down her front and Vicki tried to reach for the blankets to cover herself with. Instead, she came up with his blazer. He laughed and took it from her, tossing it to the floor before leaning in to kiss her, his hand trailing the inside of her thigh.
"Relax," he said, and pushed his hips into hers.
--
They sat on opposite ends of the table, sipping their coffee in silence. Vicki was wrong: the caffeine wasn't helping her focus, it was making her jumpier. At every noise, Vicki jolted, thinking it was someone with exceptionally good ears coming to confront them about their tryst.
Roger noticed.
He cleared his throat, eyebrow arched. "Did you sleep well?"
"What?" Vicki whipped her head around to face him. "Yes - I suppose. Why?"
He shrugged. "You were in my room, after all. I wanted to make sure you were comfortable."
She blushed. "Oh."
--
Roger wasn't one who stayed awake afterward, apparently, judging from the way that he slept soundly to her left. Vicki sighed, sitting against the headboard and clutching the pillow to her chest.
It wasn't that she regretted it, but she couldn't help wonder if it was a mistake.
He'd gotten what he wanted out of her, hadn't he? What use was she to him now?
She knew she had to confront him about this in the morning, but she didn't know how.
She sighed again and slid under the covers to at least try to get some sleep.
--
Vicki took a deep breath and almost slammed her coffee mug on the table. "When are you going to tell me?"
Roger stared. "Tell you what?"
"That you're done with me. Or however you want to phrase it."
Slowly and deliberately, Roger sat his cup on the table and faced her. "Victoria, what are you talking about?"
"I -" She bit her lip. "Never mind."
"Vicki," Roger began, folding his hands in front of him. "You don't... you don't have any problem with what happened last -"
"No!" She shook her head.
"-Because, if you do -"
"I don't! At all." She gave her best reassuring smile and took a drink.
Roger smirked and did the same. "So I wasn't awful then?"
Vicki stared. Really, she had been close to a crisis, and all he wanted was for her to comment on how he was in bed. "I -" She blinked. Then, for the sake of being polite, she shook her head.
Roger sighed and it almost sounded relieved. He fidgeted; had it been a cover for how awkward he felt, too? Again, he cleared his throat. "You didn't bleed," he muttered.
Her eyes widened once she realized what he said and she paused mid-sip. "Roger!"
"I just - I figured it was your first time, and -"
"It -!"
"Who was your first, then?" Roger tilted his head to the side slightly, genuinely curious.
"What!?"
"Was it Devlin?" His expression darkened.
"That is none of your business!" Vicki slammed her cup down again and turned away, fuming.
Roger paused before turning back to his coffee. "I thought, since we were being so frank about the subject..."
Vicki said nothing for a moment before, timidly, "If you must know, it was you."
"Really?"
She nodded once and he tried not to look too terribly proud while sipping his coffee.
A feeling of relief came over Victoria. The confrontation was over. She hadn't lost anything.
"And I take it you wouldn't be adverse to doing it again?"
Vicki glanced up at Roger, brow furrowed and at a loss for words. "I -"
Roger blinked, awaiting his answer.
"...No, I suppose not."
Roger couldn't help but smirk wickedly down at the table, then back at her. "I'm sure you've noticed that there isn't anyone here at the moment."
Vicki took a moment to process his suggestion, and she set her cup down again. She smiled at him, stood and pushed her chair in before her face twisted into another glare and she stormed out.