ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ (mobdog) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-11-29 14:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [11] november, noa bellamy, viktor scherbatsky |
Who: Vic Scherbatsky & Noa Bellamy
Where: Noa's place in the Greenbelt
When: November 10, 2019, late afternoon
What: Clearing the air. (NSFW)
When the door opened, Vic gave a grin and a shrug. After all, it wasn't like he and Noa had meant to meet up that afternoon; he hadn't even called or texted ahead of time to see if she was at home. Sometimes you got whims to see people, he figured, and sometimes you took those whims to the next level and just showed up. "This a bad time?" he asked, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Like their conversation only a few days ago, this already felt like something that needed to be negotiated carefully instead of the casual back and forth they'd always had. Vic wasn't sure if he was upset or not by the change in dynamic, or the fact that he didn't feel guilty at all for noticing how nice she looked, framed in the doorway while he waited to see how she'd take the surprise visit. Smiling at the unexpected drop-by, Noa shook her head. “Nah, honey. I was just settling in,” she told him. “Closed up the shop about a half hour ago.” She stepped out of the doorway so Vic could step in. Duke came padding into the entryway to see who their visitor was, but lost interest pretty quick when it wasn’t anyone new to him. "Was hoping the timing would work out that way. I was just on my way home from downtown," Vic added belatedly, following her inside. Duke got a couple pats on the head, too. "Thought I may as well say hi." “It ain’t like I’m ever going to mind a ‘hey’. I just have a few dishes to finish up,” she said as they made their way through to her dining/living area. “But you’re welcome to sit and keep me company while I do that.” Without knowing if there had been more of a reason for Vic to show up on her doorstep, she figured she could continue with the chore she’d been doing before she had answered the door. Vic glanced around the familiar room, debating whether he should sit down as she'd asked, or help or do anything besides stand there with his arms crossed, watching her do the dishes. "You want me to dry them off, or something?" he asked, moving a little closer to her as though to demonstrate the seriousness of the offer. All it did in actuality was make him feel more aware of the tension that was between them as they drew nearer to each other. "Feels like I'm bossing you around, watching you clean up." Tilting her head upwards (good lord she forgot sometimes how much of a neck crinker that was), Noa gave him a look. “I don’t suspect you could ever really boss me, sweetheart,” she retorted, reaching around him for the dish towel she’d left on the counter top. The space between countertop and kitchen island hadn’t ever seemed small to her before, but with Vic’s presence it seemed like it had been swallowed up. She didn’t know if that was just in her head, or a maybe a product of the buzzing underneath her skin, or just a reality of the room. She wasn’t really sure she wanted to find out the answer either. “Make yourself useful,” she continued, handing the towel off to him before she stepped to the sink. Although even those few inches of new space didn’t seem to cut any of the tension. What happened, and where had they taken a turn away from their easy interactions? She didn’t like feeling off balance. He couldn't help but chuckle at the order as he took the plates from her, wiping them dry with the towel and setting them on the counter one by one. "As useful as I know how," he said, glancing over at her when he thought she wasn't looking. Vic wasn't completely sure, but it seemed as though she was just as on edge as he was. That was a comforting kind of thought, even if he didn't know entirely what to do with it yet. "You have a good day at work?" “You trying to make sure that your kid is behaving himself?” she teased in response, hoping maybe that would erase some of the unease out of the room. Without really knowing the cause it was hard to find a solution. Instead of focusing on it too much, Noa moved on quickly to add, “I had a good day. I got to ink a first timer.” She smiled a little, remembering Kitty and her indecisiveness. “Makes me remember what my first time was like.” Noa passed a glass over to him, angling her head to look at him for a moment. "Didn't ask about him, I asked about you," Vic replied as their eyes met, his hands paused in mid-air with the glass and towel. His gaze dropped then, scanning her body without even intending to do so in response to her words. "Which one was it?" he asked, a crooked smile appearing briefly on his face. "Your first tattoo, I mean." Noa bit into the side of her cheek to keep from biting her lip. It was a simple question. So why did her face feel a little warm? And why had she already come back to the way he’d looked at her more than once in the few seconds since it had happened? Using the excuse to dry her hands, she turned her back to Vic for a minute and took in a soft steadying breath. “This one,” she answered as she turned back around and drew the waistband of her jeans down to expose the set of origami swallows low on her hip. “Ain’t that many people have seen them.” "They look real nice." He took a step forward towards her, the towel and glass set aside on the counter without him even realizing it, and reached one hand out to trace the ink with his thumb. His throat felt awfully dry all of a sudden; he swallowed heavily, trying to fix it. "What made you get them?" She was distracted; no doubt it read clearly on her face, and if not there it had probably been apparent in the sharp intake of breath she’d taken with the first brush of his thumb over her skin. “I thought they were pretty.” Noa cursed the shake in her voice for betraying her further. “I was only fifteen, honey.” She grasped Vic’s wrist to try and still the motion. “It was really more about the thrill.” Noa risked a look at his face, uncertain what she’d find there, but anxious to know. "I get that." He took another step forward towards her, closing the gap even more. "Did my first one soon after fifteen, too." His gaze rose up from the exposed skin and back to her face as he turned his arm in her grasp, gently pulling it free so he could show her the letters ОМУТ on the back of his hand. "Once I joined up with the Bratva." It wasn't hard to remember the first time he'd seen the ink there, and for one of the first times he wondered how different his life would be if he hadn't ever thrown his life in with them. But if he hadn't said yes, would he have ended up down here in Austin? Would he and Noa ever have met, or would he have died when New York had fallen? "Think I like this one better," he added quickly, chasing away those morbid thoughts. Vic turned that same arm again to show her the city skyline he'd had her do a while ago on his forearm. "Been a long time but it's still one of my favorites." “One of mine too.” Noa had done hundreds of pieces, but the one’s that always seemed to stick with her were the ones like Vic’s city skyline. He didn't bother to hide the way he watched as she traced the piece with one finger, smiling a little bit. “It was a nice change from wolves.” She remembered asking Vic about the city, since she’d never been farther north than Atlanta. Glancing up at Vic, the smile she’d been wearing went a little more vulnerable. “But I was nervous about fucking it up.” She traced the tattoo once more before she let her hand drop back to her side, though he couldn't help but reach out and catch her hand in his before it fell entirely. "I knew you'd do a good job." It was said less to belatedly reassure her over something that had happened so long ago and more to distract himself from the fact that even though they'd talked and toyed with crossing the line a couple of days ago, he was the one who'd went and done it -- and he liked the way her hand felt in his all the same. Noa shifted closer, losing more of the near non-existent space between them. She was emboldened by his one, small gesture, like it had somehow finally tipped a scale that had been teetering. “You know, when we first met you used to intimidate me, sweetheart,” she told him, though she wasn’t intimidated now. Watching Vic carefully, she brought her other hand and hooked a couple fingers into the collar of his shirt, toying with it, her fingertips brushing against skin with each movement. “If I’d known then you were such a teddy bear…” she tapered off, smirking, though it was an entirely different expression than he’d really seen from her before. "Hey, now. Don't go spreading that shit around." He'd moved closer again, too, urged forward with the tugging on his shirt until there was nothing else to do but cement the lack of space between them by moving his free hand up to her waist. He took a deep breath, waiting there for a moment as though to test the way she felt against him. Or maybe it was his self-control that was being examined just then. But as concerned as he was with his reputation any other day of the week, it was hard to think of anything else just then besides the way their bodies fit together. "This okay?" The words came out quietly, with more of an edge than his typical tone, and he waited to see if she'd say no before he tested the waters out with a kiss. It was tentative at first, but it came with enough of a rush to feel like all the other crimes he'd committed before. The thought alone spurred him to deepen it immediately, tightening his hold on her as he gave in to it. She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting, but that kiss hadn’t been it. She went pliant a few moments in, and circled her arms up around Vic’s neck, matching his intensity. There weren’t any dissonant thoughts, no second guessing, or pushing him away. The dam had been broken, and she wanted to ride out the results. She wanted period. More than anything now she realized that had been the thing that she’d been ignoring. Even though they had danced around it just a few days before, Noa hadn’t really acknowledged it to herself. There wasn’t any way she could keep from acknowledging it now; no turning back, as it was. Even is she was the first to break the kiss, a little overwhelmed with the rush that had come along with it, but smirking like a cat who’d eaten a canary. “You do that a lot better than you flirt,” Noa teased him. Every breath she took pressed her body against his, and she was acutely aware of that, relishing the sensation as she took advantage and let most of her weight rest against him instead of really supporting herself. "Oh, yeah?" Vic laughed, knowing all too well there was truth behind what she said. Compared to the rest of the MC, he wasn't exactly all that slick. Hell, even Pikachu probably had more game than he did. Considering the way Noa was pulling him against her just then after one kiss, though, he figured maybe he wasn't all that shitty at things. Vic was very aware that it felt more normal than it should've, too, holding her like this. Still, he wasn't about to put a brake on things -- not when Marina had made it clear that if he and Noa had to figure this out between them, then they should. It was easier now to imagine just how far that 'figuring out' could go, and the thought spurred him to move his hands down to grip her hips as he brushed his lips against hers once more. This time the contact was brief; he wanted to make sure she wanted this, too. "Maybe I should've just kissed you first, talked later." Noa laughed softly, only once, and raised an eyebrow at the suggestion. “That would’ve been quite the ‘hey, how’re you doing’.” She had a difficult time actually picturing that kind of scenario in all seriousness though. It didn’t feel… authentic, or right? She wasn’t really sure. Either way, it wasn’t the way that it had gone, and she felt okay with that. Surprisingly she felt more okay than she had even ten minutes before. Not comfortable, but more sure now that they seemed to have moved beyond dancing around the things they hadn’t been saying. Smiling a little wickedly, and maybe a hair reassuringly, she put gentle pressure on the back of Vic’s neck and raised herself up on her toes, kissing him again, with more intent than his last kiss had held. “This way I know you’re in your right mind,” she said against his mouth. They still hadn’t moved much beyond what she used to get up to in middle school, but her mind had already tentatively moved a few steps ahead, pondering on the possibilities. “But it’s not too late to backpedal, though, if you want to, sweetheart.” Because Vic wasn’t the only one that needed to feel sure that it wasn’t one-sided. Vic nodded against her lips, unwilling to break the kiss just yet but hoping she'd get the message either way. Vic wasn't the kind of guy to take something back after he'd done it, and God knew he'd already done enough thinking about this kind of thing between him and Noa in the last few days alone. Now that they were in this, he was in it all the way. He leaned down some, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her up off the ground and hold her against him. The kisses were growing a little less tentative and a lot more heated the longer they continued and Vic's mind settled on the fact that she wanted this, too. "Okay?" he asked still, just to make sure, before his mouth dropped to her neck and collarbone, exploring everywhere he could reach just then. With her feet off the floor, Noa shifted and wrapped her legs around Vic’s waist instead, laughing softly when he asked again if what he’d done was okay with her. “If something ain’t I’ll let you know,” she responded, breathier than she would have liked, but she felt proud of herself that it hadn’t been punctuated with a moan. His mouth felt really nice on her skin, and the tiny knot of want that had been developing seemed to only grow with his explorations. “I ain’t afraid of a little manhandling,” she added for extra clarification, rolling her hips and digging her nails into the fabric of his shirt when he found a sensitive spot on the wing of her clavicle. Vic let out a quiet groan at the feel of her nails digging into him and the promise her words made, though the sound was muffled by the fact that he hadn't yet moved his mouth away from her neck. "Think I know how to handle you," he said, tightening his grip on her accordingly and bringing one hand down to squeeze at her ass, which elicited a small, needy noise from Noa. Maybe it was the 'forbiddenness' that came with hooking up with a woman who wasn't your wife, even if your wife had okayed this happening, but they'd barely gotten anywhere yet and he was already impatient as hell. Needing more contact and pressure between them, he turned to set her against the counter and pull her closer, grinding his hips down against hers. Another low sound escaped him at the sensation, louder this time, and he repeated the motion. She moaned, biting into her lip and chased the friction. His hands ranged over her body, skimming her hips and moving up to her breasts, as he lifted his head for another kiss. Meeting his mouth, Noa arched into Vic’s touch while both her hands found their way beneath the hem of his shirt and splayed on his back. She dug her nails in again, only a little, to try and draw out another reaction. “You’re not going to fuck me on the countertop,” she murmured against his mouth, panting, making the assumption that they’d even get to sex. “The couch, maybe...” She rolled her hips against his, sharply, with intent, and his fingertips dug into her skin a little harder, maybe enough to leave a mark, as he held her tightly against him, eliciting another soft noise from Noa. Then she moved one hand and grasped at the hem of his shirt, tugging upwards as she decided that it needed to be off. He didn't put up much of a fight, either. Vic ducked his head to allow her to pull it off and over him, then even let go of her finally, too, reaching between them to undo the button of his jeans and relieve some of the pressure. Her shirt was his next target; the sounds she'd made when he'd kissed her neck had been nice, but Vic was ready to figure out how else she'd sound with his mouth elsewhere. Shimmying out of the offending article of clothing when prompted, Noa dropped it on the counter, narrowly missing the sink. She felt a little like a locomotive, incapable of being stopped now that she’d been set on a course, and lord, she felt like she was close to combusting. Her desire was a heavy, hot thing that kept sparking new waves of heat with each new sensation. “Or against the wall...” she said, thready, and broken by a moan. Maybe that was bossy of her, but she’d fucked on enough countertops in her life to know it wasn’t her preference. Smirking a little, gathering up a modicum of control over herself, she pressed her nails in again. “So long as it ain’t here, you can do it however you want, sweetheart.” "Ain't you god damned demanding." Vic didn't hesitate to lift her up again, swallowing another impatient noise as her weight settled near enough to his cock to make him pause for a moment. He was on a mission, though, his senses and logical thinking way past the point of return. He practically threw her onto the couch before he moved onto her, covering her body with his and kissing a path down to the outline of her bra as his hips ground a rhythm down against hers. Arching as much as space allowed, Noa keened with each kiss, bending her knees to press the heels of her feet into the back of Vic’s thighs. “Yes, please,” she begged, while her hands explored exposed skin. Her panties were soaked, she could feel the wetness of them against her pussy with each movement, and all she wanted was more. More pressure, more sensation, just more. Her desire fogged thoughts couldn’t articulate beyond that. “Don’t tease.” There she went, demanding again, while she snaked a hand between their bodies and unzipped Vic’s fly, palming his cock through the fabric of his underwear and earning a gasp from him, then her name on his lips as he rocked for a moment against her hand. “Want your mouth,” she breathed. She didn’t care where. He nodded obediently, continuing to drag his lips and tongue down the smooth skin of her breasts -- as much as he could get, anyway, without pulling away to fiddle with clasps -- before he ran into the top of her pants. Vic swore under his breath as he pulled away to kneel between her legs, working at the button and zipper, with Noa wiggling as much as she could to try and help his efforts, until he could pull all of it down and toss it aside. Once her jeans and panties were off, Noa rubbed her thighs together searching for any kind of brief friction, very much missing the weight of Vic; a soft mewling noise escaped her lips before she relaxed back against the couch again, legs spread. “Please,” she repeated like a command. There was a moment of stillness, first: Vic's breath came and went in shallow gasps as he took in the sight of her spread out in front of him, looking at her hungrily, before he bent down again to drag his tongue through her wetness and settle on her clit, just as she'd asked. She gasped at the feel of his mouth, her hips angling upwards just slightly, searching for more. Hard as he was, he wasn't into this just for himself, and as much as he'd joked about her being demanding, he was more than happy to comply. Whatever was going on between them, Vic didn't want to risk fucking it up. “Yes, more.” Noa skated her fingertips across his neck, and the back of his skull. He groaned in the back of his throat, skimming his hands up and down her skin as he sucked her clit into his mouth. “Vic.” It had been long enough since anyone had had their mouth on her that the feel of Vic’s was like a revelation. He could be terrible and she doubted it would make a difference. But he wasn’t. He very much wasn’t. “Won’t break.” She pinched one peaked nipple through the fabric of her bra, rolling it between her fingers; her shoulders seemed to be the only thing resting against the furniture, her back arched as a series of stuttery, lusty little sounds fell from her lips. Noa wasn’t loud, but she was noisy. Vic tilted his head just enough to be able to look up at her from his vantage point between her legs, watching each expression play out across her face. He'd already thought he knew her plenty well, but being granted this opportunity to watch her come undone was something else altogether. He shifted again to move one of his fingers inside her, then picked up a steady push-pull rhythm as he started up again with his tongue. It was too much and not enough. Noa clutched at the couch, hitching her hips in little rolls, keening half sentences and Vic’s name as she charged closer to climax. She threw her head back, squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, then forced them open again to look down her body at Vic. She was surprised to find him looking back. It was that look, the lust that she thought she caught in his eyes, that sent her tipping closer, and she pressed her fingertips in just below the base of his skull in silent urging. She wanted to draw the moment out, but the anticipation, the hot sparks that kept getting set off in her veins, was near killing her. “God, Vic, like that,” she moaned incapable of more words, unashamed of how little the ones she had managed sounded like words at all. Although the encouragement seemed unnecessary when moments later every muscle in her body went taut, her orgasm washing over her like a flood. After she came back down, she relaxed bonelessly into the couch, and tilted her head to look down at Vic again, a pleased curl to her mouth. It matched the satisfied smile on his face as he reversed his path, kissing up and away the length of her thighs before he pulled back, breathing heavy with wanting her. He wanted nothing more but to move closer to Noa again, press the weight of him onto her body and spread her open with his cock, but there was a practicality they needed to figure out before his dwindling resolve killed him with his own impatience. Even still, Vic wasn't about to risk fucking things up between them because he couldn't control himself. "You got a condom?" he asked. Instead of pulling his boxers down while they continued to move towards the inevitable, he kept his hands balled into fists on his lap. “Upstairs,” she answered, a thrill skating down her spine at the confirmation of what he wanted to do. She wanted it too. “Think you can make it that far?” Noa raised herself up on one elbow and reached around to unclasp her bra. It was barely a scrap of fabric, but it felt oppressive. Shrugging out of it, it joined her jeans on the floor. Then gathering up her energy, she sat up and slipped past Vic to stand, brushing her hand over his shoulder as she did. She wanted to keep touching, but that felt like a bad idea if they both wanted to make it up the staircase, so she padded across the living space, and only threw a look over her shoulder once she was at the bottom of the stairs. “You coming?” Eager as he was to get upstairs, Vic wasn't far away at all. He shot her another grin as she looked back at him, then reached out to teasingly push her forward and up the stairs. There wasn't much to complain about the view as he followed her up, either. "Right behind you." |