Confrontation - Chapter 16
Title: Confrontation - Chapter 16
Author: hf_pocus
Pairing; Vicki/Henry/Mike
Rating: R (18 and up)
Warning: m/f/m sexual content. If you don’t like the sex stuff - better not read it
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Make no profit. It is done for fun.
Summary: Henry is leaving and Vicki has a very interesting dream.
Tony rose from where he had been dozing on the couch. The television program he had been watching was now on the early evening news. Sitting up he ran his fingers through his already tousled hair.
“We’ll be leaving soon.” Henry said entering the room placing a black duffle bag on the floor.
Tony nodded staying quiet. The tension in the room was thick, heavy and uncomfortable. There was no eye contact between the two and the knot in Tony’s stomach was tightening. He didn’t know if he was ready to make this move with Henry but he sure as hell was ready to see some place new and a change of scenery could only do the both of them good. Tony let his eyes fall soft and still somewhat sleepy on Henry’s doings, in and out of his room, to his desk and back again. Each glide of his step, sway of his hip, the concentration in his eyes was more than enough to feel that heat in his groin.
“You should shower before we go” Henry said flatly the faint detection of arousal building filling his senses. “You’ll find everything you need as well as a fresh change of clothing.”
Tony grinned. “No time for .. hanky panky?” He laid back on the couch crossing his arms and placing them leisurely behind his head. Henry glanced at him but did not grin or make a move toward him.
“Please Tony.” Henry pointed to the bathroom with the cell he was holding in his hand. “Shower and dress.”
Tony laid there for a moment wondering if he should feel wounded. The graveness in Henry’s hazel eyes was unsettling but Tony was well aware of what and whom were occupying his mind. Still Tony couldn’t help himself to watch and allowed his eyes to lazily follow as Henry’s long graceful finger pressed the buttons on his cell, his auburn brows knitting tightly together as he stared at the little screen. With a heavy sigh Henry flipped the tiny lid closed, burrowing his hands deep into his pockets, Henry turned his attention to the window and focused on the evening scenery.
Tony threw the blanket back from his body, grabbing his pants he slipped them on, letting them hang open loosely at his hips. He wondered if he should ask Henry if he would like to talk about what was weighing on his mind but he had a feeling he already knew. Victory and Mike Celluci, pretty obvious. His bare feet softly pattering across the floor, his belt buckle making a soft jingling noise, Tony said nothing and made his way to the bathroom leaving Henry in silence.
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Vicki twisted the cap off the beer bottle. She took a hardy swig while keeping her eyes on the television. . She allowed the bitter beverage to linger in her mouth, feeling the sting on her cheeks and the burn in her throat as she slowly swallowed. It had been a long day, and the hours ticked by even slower, more tormenting, when she let her mind drift back to Henry and Mike
She would not let them get to her. Not either one of them. She would not feel a damn thing, nothing at all. If they wanted each other than so be it they could have each other. Men were easy anyway, just give em’ want they want, no attachments, and everything will be okay.
She took another swig and flopped onto her couch her body feeling as if it had not rested in days. Everything will be okay. Yeah right. That would work if you were not having feelings for a vampire and a former lover who were now … lovers? Vicki shook her head. Lovers, the word stung worse in her mouth than the beer. The image of Henry and Mike embraced, kissing … she shook her head again taking another swig.
“Approach this with a… male attitude Nelson. An open mind.” she ordered herself. “Now if a man had walked in and found two females kissing in an embrace…hell, he would think that was hot! Oh yes and want to join right in…mm hm.” she chuckled out loud. “Could I find this hot? Could I?”
She leaned her head back against the sofa, resting the beer bottle between her thighs, she removed her glasses and pinched with her thumb and index finger between her brows, a weighted sigh forcing itself free from her lungs. The relationship with Mike had ended quite sometime ago but that didn’t mean that if the moment didn’t present itself, and they were both finding themselves feeling -frisky - she would not hesitate to jump in the sack with Celluci. Not one bit. Nor would she have to think twice about wrinkling the sheets with Henry. Hell she wouldn’t even have the chance to think with Henry for when she was near him she was always heated and ready. A majority of the time she struggled to contain and control her most primal womanly instincts with him so he would not have the upper hand with her. Not an easy thing to do but she had somehow managed. Found some inner strength and just turned her thoughts else where. Oh dmanit! Who the hell was she kidding. She could never turn her thoughts elsewhere when it came to Henry. Never!
The little cell phone on the table began to beep an annoying happy little tune every time someone called her. Vicki rose her head and stared at it. She didn’t want to answer it - well, at least, a part of her didn’t and a part of her did, but the way her luck was going lately it would probably be her mother, primed and ready to barrage her with questions about the men in her life and when she planned on marrying one of them. Or it could be… it could be a soft male voice telling her to come over - that she was having a bad dream and a night with her laying on satin sheets pleasured by every inch of his warm body atop hers would make her, as well as him, far better than she ever could imagine. Vicki felt the smile the thought had brought begin to spread across her lips but she quickly stopped it with a heavy sigh. Nice thought, extremely nice thought except the one laying with him now would be Mike. Vicki let her head fall back letting out a growl of frustration as her cell went silent. Within a mere second, not even a fraction of a heartbeat her phone on the desk began to ring.
“Oh for the love of God.” she grumbled gritting her teeth.
Four rings and her machine would pick up, at least that is what it was the last time she had actually counted, four rings maybe six. That settles it she thought tossing her head back. It was her mother. “I need that now like I need a demon from the bowels of hell to come knocking on my door. Knock? What am I saying - just come crashing right in. . Who knows maybe that is the prince of damnation now on the other end, calling to collect. Maybe I should give him mom‘s number and they can‘t chat.” she chuckled raising her head and taking another swig, swallowing as she let her head roll back once again.. Closing her eyes she could feel the weight of her body settle into the soft cushioned comfort of the couch. Each tense muscle that was pulling the tendons tight in her neck causing her to teeter on the edges of a massive headache was slowly dissipating. Affects from the alcohol, no doubt, but welcoming affects just the same.
After last night with Mike and Henry oh and Tony -can’t forget Tony- where the hell Tony fit into the picture she wasn’t quite sure but she knew Henry had pieced him in there somewhere for what ever reason. At the moment feeling her body drift into the blissful oblivion of sleep she wasn’t at all concerned with bothering herself with his reasons now. Her body feeling light, the blanket of sleep wrapping her in its subtle warmth - as the veil of sleep finally over took her the phone stopped ringing.
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Vicki sat in the center of the bed confused and slightly irritated. The only stitch of clothing on her body was a shirt that felt three sizes to big for her, hanging slightly open in the middle exposing her bare breasts. Quickly she pinched it closed, drawing the material together at her breasts. She couldn’t see to do the buttons not that the room was far too dark, she could see the soft glow of candles about the room, she needed her glasses, which she had no idea where the hell they were.
She squinted looking about the room. Nothing looked, for what she could make out, even vaguely familiar but a scent. A strong scent she could not recall but knew she knew perfumed the room.
“Where are my damn glasses?” She leaned to the left and tried to feel for a hard surface, the top of a nightstand with maybe a lamp and hopefully her glasses. She groped blindly but felt - nothing. “What the hell?”
She knew for a fact that Henry had two nightstands with small lamps on either side of the bed and Mike had one on his left side, the side he slept on, where he would put his watch, wallet, badge, gun in the drawer - but here there was nothing.
“Oh for Crissakes!” she huffed out loud. “Where the hell are my glasses? Who…” she looked around the room blindly. “Who has my glasses?”
Instantly she felt a soft swipe against her flesh, her hair being brushed back for her shoulder, heat pressed against the hollow just behind her right ear, fingers working their way under the unbuttoned shirt. She pinched it together more tightly breathing in the air, the scent familiar to her as she felt the tender touch of moist lips kiss her on the back of the neck. Her teeth pulled at her lower lip as the tingling began between her legs.
“My glasses and…?” she whispered as the fingers crawled up under the shirt, finding and encircling her nipple to tautness. Her body relaxed into the kisses and the hand massaging her breast, loosening her hold on the material of the shirt.
She felt a weight on the mattress then the warmth of a body pressing against her s to the left. Fingers pried gently loosening her grip on the shirt until she let go her hand and the material falling to the side as warm lips pressed against the bare flesh of her shoulder, moving slowly down her chest, lingering on her right breast, suckling the nipple. Moans began to escape her as she let herself drift into the pleasure. Tingling as fingers tickled down her left thigh finding their way easily to the moistness between her thighs. Easily slipping between her moist velvet lips, rubbing against her hardened nub.
On her right, the kisses continued, the hand massaging her breast as the one on the left worked between her legs. The pleasure was intense, the aroma of spice and musk wafted around her, so familiar…she had to see…she had to…
“My glasses” she asked again more breathless as the one to her left had managed to kiss a trail between her thighs, tongue lapping, darting in and out, as the other moved to her breasts, licking at her hard nipples, teeth gently pulling and nipping. She was in complete rapture writhing against the sheets her moans coming loud and free.
She could feel the firm swell rub against her thigh, wet and dripping onto her leg. Releasing the sheet she was gripping she reached, taking a firm hold and began to stroke. Instantly the groans came fast and fevered, the other still between her thighs, she rubbed the wet tip with her thumb, hips began to push into her palm as the warm breath moved to her throat. Her stroke quickened as she felt the sharpness graze her flesh.
“Henry?” she moaned a smile spreading on her lips as the pleasure built between her thighs, gasping as the waves of the impending orgasm began to wash over her. She reached down, her hand feeling the curls of the head between her thighs, still continuing to stroke the other as the pull began at her throat.
“Mike..?” she groaned his name loudly her body convulsing with each electric current jolting through her body, her body tensing as she came hard….
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“Vicki’s eyes snapped open. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, the hardness of the beer bottle, the voice on the phone loudly yelling her name.
“Damn it Vick will you please pick up the phone! I know you are there.” Mike huffed into the receiver.
Vicki fidgeted against the tingling in her crotch. “Leave it to Celluci to destroy a perfectly hot dream and … you’re in it.” Vicki leaned forward placing the now warm beer on the coffee table. Her mind still spinning from the lucid pleasure. “Damn..”she whispered.
“Vick? Come on … we can’t leave things like this Vick…” Mikes voice softened. “We just can’t…”
Vicki sighed raising from the couch and heading to the phone on her desk.