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You Are An Obsession

(OOC: Backdated to shortly after Victor's Nexus visit, itself after a rather awkward meeting with Alice's aunt and uncle.)

Victor feels terribly awkward about doing this, but after his visit to the Nexus, he's even more certain that he needs to talk with Alice. He can't let this state of uneasy, embarrassed silence between them last forever. Especially if Adia. . .she couldn't be right, could she? Alice couldn't be thinking of him like -- like --

He shakes his head. One thing at a time. Adia had suggested writing a letter -- Victor had decided to go with a PINpoint message. After all, it wasn't like they could send conventional mail to each other. . . . He looks at the screen of his pocketwatch PINpoint, then starts composing:

Dear Alice,

I don't know how you feel about me at the present. You've been distant ever since you brought your aunt and uncle here to meet me and my friends. I know something's bothering you, and it hurts a little that you won't come out and say it. I have guessed that it has to do with my -- appearance -- when you and your family so abruptly arrived. I'm terribly sorry -- I thought I had the time to clean up. I only wanted to present myself at my best to them.

Perhaps it's rude of me to ask this, but -- were you affected in any way by seeing me unclad? I would hate to cause you the slightest bit of discomfort. I do hope the sight of my body in that state didn't disgust you. If that is the case, I'll apologize a thousand times. If it isn't, then -- could you please just talk to me? I miss you terribly.

I hope I'm not being too forward. Feel free to reply with your own message -- or come visit me in person. Either way, I anxiously await your reply.

Yours,

Victor

He looks at the "come visit me in person" bit again, wondering if he wants to keep it in there. Does he really want more face-to-face awkwardness? Particularly if he had disgusted her?

But if you haven't, wouldn't you want to celebrate? a slightly saucy thought slips through his head. He dismisses it with a blush (though he was reserving the right to kiss her if things went well), takes a deep breath, and hits Send.

Hopefully she'd get it soon. And this would all turn out for the best.

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She stares. He kissed it. He actually kissed that horrible thing. Oh God, she really does not deserve such a kind, adoring, oh-so-handsome boyfriend. . . .

Victor gets nervous under her silent staring. Has he managed to screw things up? "I -- I'm sorry, should I n-not have done that?" he whispers, playing with his tie.

Alice smiles, spins around, and pulls him in for another kiss. This one starts out soft, but slowly turns hungrier, needier. She's suddenly very acutely aware of his flesh, hidden under all those unnecessary clothes. Almost without conscious thought, her hands slide up and start undoing his tie.

Well, that answers that question. Victor happily returns the kiss, though for a moment he's unsure where to put his hands. Alice is still attired in only half a dress. . .but she's got her chemise on. It should be okay to touch that, right? He carefully slides his arms around her, enjoying the feel of her lips on his. God, she's so wonderful and beautiful and -- what's she doing to his neck? She's taking off his tie, why. . . ?

The feel of her fingers on his neck drive the question out of his mind. Suddenly, he's all too aware of how much he wants her to touch him. He pulls her closer, deepening the kiss.

She finishes undoing his tie and lets it drop to the ground beneath them. Next she undoes his collar a bit, loosening it so she can slide her hand down his shirt and have a feel of that wonderful back of his. He feels so good, tastes so good. . . . She slips her tongue into his mouth, as her hand explores his shoulders.

Her hand down his shirt surprises him a little, as does her tongue in his mouth, but Victor recovers nicely. He feels amazingly sensitive to all the places she touches him. And it all feels just so good. . . .

And then, suddenly, it feels even better as her fingers brush a spot between her shoulder blades. He gasps against her mouth as -- a certain something suddenly wakes up a little.

Alice jumps, startled. What the -- "Victor? Did I hurt you?" she asks, pulling away a bit.

"No! No, definitely not -- hurt," Victor says, a little breathless. His eyes flick down despite himself. There's a bit of a bulge in his crotch -- not much of one yet, but it's there. He tries to reposition himself so Alice doesn't notice.

Unfortunately, his shifting is what draws her attention to it. She frowns at the bulge for a moment. Now what is -- oh! Oh.

Ooooh.

Alice looks back up at him, grinning mischievously. Oh, this is so improper, but she's feeling quite bold right at the moment. She rubs the spot again, then gives it a gentle press.

Victor lets out another gasp as she rubs. Oh, that feels goooood. . .but she's not repulsed? She's -- oh, this cannot be right, no matter how wonderful it feels. They should stop, even if that's the last thing he wants --

And then she presses it, and it's like the sensation is amplified a hundredfold. All thoughts of stopping leave his head as he pulls her close and crushes his mouth against hers, the (now larger) bulge in his pants rubbing against her upper thigh.

Alice isn't thinking of stopping either, especially not after he kisses her like that. She grabs him tightly, practically bruising her lips against his. She doesn't mind the bulge against her thigh -- in fact, it seems to spark some warm, happy feelings down in her own nether regions. Part of her knows this is the sort of behavior that would get her punished severely by her aunt and uncle, but she can't bring herself to care. She slides a hand between them to start working on Victor's suit coat buttons.

Oh God, he never knew he could feel so GOOD, her lips against his, her tongue in his mouth, her hands on his body. . . . For once in his life, he's not worrying about anything. He wants to extend the pleasure for as long as he can. His own hands start roaming over her partially-exposed flesh, one boldly slipping under the collar of her chemise. He finds himself rubbing a little against her, enjoying the feel of her leg against his crotch. . .it's like being lost in one of his late-night fantasies, only it's so much better for being real. . .

"What are you guys doing?"

Victor and Alice both freeze, eyes flying open. Slowly, they separate and turn toward Victor's half-open door. Dee's standing there, looking innocently curious. Doc's behind her, facepalming with a smirk. "Ah -- aaaah--" Victor says, suddenly horrified beyond belief. Why does God do this to him?

"It's called 'making out,'" Doc says, smirking at the pair. "It's something couples in love do. Usually in more privacy than that." He notes their clothes. "And usually a bit more dressed." (Alice pulls away from Victor and starts getting her dress back in order again at that.) "Come on, we shouldn't be interrupting."

"Okay," Dee says easily, but then frowns again. "Why's Victor got a funny bulge in his pants?" (Victor snatches up his tie and turns to obstruct Dee's view, turning brilliant pink with embarrassment.)

Doc goes pale. "Ah -- er--" He looks up at the pair, then down at Dee, seemingly completely lost for words. "I'll tell you later," he finally gets out, taking her arm. "Let's -- let's go." He leads Dee away, shooting Victor and Alice a "why did you put this on me?" look as he does.

Alice lets out a nervous laugh as the two vanish from sight, finishing fixing her dress. "I think we may be in a bit of trouble with Doc," she says, brushing her hair back from her face.

Victor nods, fixing his tie. "Dear Lord. . . ." That was the last position he wanted to be found in with Alice. Now Doc was going to be annoyed with him, and Marty was probably either going laugh hysterically or demand details once he found out. And he didn't even want to know what was going on in Dee's mind.

Alice pulls him into a hug. "Worth it, though, right?" she adds, smiling up at him. That had been fun, embarrassing ending or no. Something she definitely wanted to try again.

Victor smiles back. Even if it had ended in embarrassment, he couldn't regret their little make-out session. He hadn't felt that good in ages. In fact, he already wanted to try it again (with the door firmly closed, of course). "Oh yes," he says, and leans down peck her lips.

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