Charms

Read about Vic's savage night alone.

Vic had a solo brunch because Gen was still ghosting her as Kevin had done to her. She was sipping her unlimited breakfast sangria when she looked up and thought she saw Kevin. Immediately she imagined that she had to be wrong about that because that was how Gen saw him before she passed out. So it had to be her imagination.

Right?

It was not her imagination.

She tried not to look at him, but he stopped at her table. What had he circled their blocks looking for them, or what the actual fuck was going on? She was more brittle when he approached her she hoped than Gen had been. There was a bit of a staredown, but she was not going to be the one that broke.

“So I guess you spoke to Gen,” he said to her, and his arrogance astounded her. Vic still stared at him taking generous sips of her sangria. Bits of pulp floated on her tongue, and she was fine with that. He never stopped eyeballing her. “So either you are pissed for her or pissed because I did not come to see you first.”

“Fuck you,” Vic said, happy that she had been dallying with her sangria and already paid her bill. She got up and stalked off, heard him following her and his breath as she picked up her pace.

“Vic, come on, hold up.”

Vic increased her pace until she felt him take her hand, and she turned around and slapped him.

“Don’t touch me!”

“Oh now? Now you don’t want me to touch you?”

Vic felt her face heat with rage and embarrassment. Her emotions were purgatorial because she could not believe he was there, but she was pissed. He had gone to see Gen first because he had been with her first she assumed.

She pulled away from him, but he would not let her go.

“What do you want from me?”

“I needed to see you, Vic…”

He took her hand and pulled it to her palm. She could feel his heart racing and her mouth opened. Kevin stuck his finger in her mouth, and she sucked it. It was something they had done when they were together as foreplay. He would put his finger in her mouth and she would suck it because that was what she was imminently going to do with another part of his body.

When he met her, he saw her on a shoot she was doing where she had her hair piled up on her head and a cherry Charms Blow Pop was in her mouth as she walked up and down the sidewalk. Kevin dressed in his suit looked even sexier than the actors on the set. When he approached her, she knew he was not one of the extras and she could not stop looking at him. She always had Charms Blow Pops in her mouth and he would put his finger in her mouth with the Blow Pop, and she sucked them both. His eyes widened as he watched her work the Blow Pop and his finger.

Now she just worked his finger, but she was not sure if it was because of habit or desire.

Vic refused to go to her place with Kevin because it would feel too real then. She would feel too vulnerable. But at his place when she left, she could leave everything there and just return to her place which was practically saged and holy watered against his presence and his influence.

But she wanted him and he knew it so why was she going to pretend like that was not what she wanted? Who was she hurting by denying herself? She knew that it was not going to mean anything because nothing meant anything with him. But it would feel good to be with him and Vic wanted to feel good.

She was desperate to feel good.

When she walked inside of his apartment and was thrown by the been here done this vibe of returning there, he wrapped his arms around her from behind. He kissed her neck and caressed her breast with a familiarity that she found offensive because he knew her too well. Her body was not as offended and she felt herself soften under his touch. He kissed her mouth, sucked on her earlobes and the curve of her neck. He was too good at getting her hot and she was ashamed of it. But she could not stop herself, could not stop her body from wanting everything from him that he wanted to give her.

He stopped suddenly and her body levitated practically wanting more from him.

“I need you to tell me that you want me, Vic, I need to hear you say that you want me,” His voice muffled by his kisses.

She at looked at him. Wasn’t her body saying enough? Why did he need her to say that she wanted him, as he pulled her down on the bed half covering her with his body.

“This was a bad idea,” she said and sat up but he would not let her get back onto her feet as she wanted to. Instead, he spread her legs and felt her. She was wet, between her legs felt cool with the dampness where he spread her open. He slipped his finger inside of her and her hunger for him overwhelmed her.

His pants were not open yet, so she reached for him. He hissed and she knew it was not just with pleasure, but with her silent admission that she wanted him. She looked into his eyes, and he looked at her with a soft expression she had not seen since they were a couple. Vic undid his belt which made her twitch between her legs as she caressed the shape of him and then completely undid his pants.

There was nothing neat about the way she mounted him — she wanted him and was messy as she straddled him and moved her panties to the side. The way she caressed him, loving the feeling of him before she slipped him inside of her.

Vic felt alive. She closed her eyes and thought of the course of power that she had right that minute and not what would be after. For now, whatever they had was resurrected.

Vic turned over the omelette that she had made in the morning. She had chopped ramps (her sister Violet would have been pleased to know she was cooking with them), leeks, chives and cheese. Violet’s holdout when Vic wanted to get rid of Kevin had been that he did like cooking, and she felt that that said a lot about a person.

“Not in this case,” Vic had assured her sister, she remembered as she sealed the omelette. She had wanted to hold out, but he had made it very hard for her – and for Gen at that. But she sighed as she plated the omelettes.

He had held her all night, she had not had a chance to leave. She was in his kitchen and was not wearing one of his shirts, but her own dress that was rumpled because they had stepped on it on the way to his bed.

As predicted, he got up when she put his plate down on the counter. Like when they had been together. He did like to cook, but she cooked the most between them. He kissed her forehead before he took a bite of the omelette and moaned softly as he did. Vic took a bite of it herself from his plate and moaned softly herself. It was delicious. Probably when she had spent time with her sister outside of New York, she resurrected her culinary skills. Her lament at Violet’s had been like her moaning over the omelette. She had talked about how hard it had been knowing Kevin had gone to Gen and she had not seen him.

Now she adjusted her dress and when Kevin moved in to kiss her, Gen picked up her bag. He took her arm – not roughly – but she looked up at him.

“You’re leaving?” he said softly and the sound of his voice moved through her entire body and made her tremble a bit.

“Yeah, I gotta go…” she said, not looking at him and walking away. She walked to the door quickly and did not look back at him.

The sound of her heels was deafening, as the pad of his feet behind her was nonexistent. Gen had seen him--she did not need anything more she thought as she tried to move a bit of ramps from between her teeth.

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