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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Victorious
  Relationship:
      Tori_Vega/Jade_West
  Character:
      Jade_West, Tori_Vega
  Additional Tags:
      Teenagers, Teen_Angst, Teen_Romance, Angst
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-14 Words: 3032
****** Fifth Times The Charm ******
by shan_love
Summary
     Somewhere along the way this – us – had become much more than a
     series of sexual encounters. Somewhere along the way I'd fallen for
     her, for real. I loved her, was in love with her; I was in love with
     Jade West and it was killing me.
Notes
     I'm sure you guys know the drill by now; I own nothing but the idea,
     yada, yada, please don't sue me.
When Jade and I first met, I thought she hated me. Like seriously hated me. I
attributed it to the attention I was getting and the way I seemed to hit it off
with Beck, who’s still one of the sweetest guys I’ve ever met. But, in
actuality, her dislike had to do with something else…something that neither of
us wanted to acknowledge at the time. And, for a while at least, neither of us
did.
But from the first moment I saw her…she just…she made me feel…things. I guess I
did the same for her…and I can’t blame her for blaming me for it, haha. Neither
of us was ready for something like that, something so life-altering and widely
unaccepted.
She was beautiful; I’m not ashamed to admit that that was the first thing I
noticed about her. I’d never thought about another girl like that before but
somehow it felt…right. It didn’t help that I found everything about
her…enticing. The way she dressed, the way she looked, even the way she spoke,
all of it - all of her - drove me wild.
But I wasn’t blind; I saw how she looked at Beck and how he looked at her. I
also knew that they’d been an item since the beginning of forever so it never
really crossed my mind that she felt the same way about me, that she could
even…but I guess that what people do best, what Jade does best, is surprise
you.
                                      ***
The first time, the first time I realized there was something to realize, was
at a party. It was one of those ‘friend of a friend’ deals, the kind where you
don’t really know anyone there except the person who invited you. For the whole
crew, Robbie (minus Rex), Cat, Beck, Jade, and I, that person was Andre.
We took separate cars so I didn’t get the chance to see her until I arrived and
all I could manage after I did was…wow. She looked amazing. Her hair was pulled
back in a high ponytail, its glossy darkness and bright streaks looking both
elegant and edgy with a sort of effortlessness I’d only ever seen her possess.
Her midriff was clearly visible, showing not only the diamond that sparkled in
her navel ring but also the toned paleness of her abdomen. The jeans were
tight, too tight for my comfort let alone hers, but no one seemed to be
complaining and I sure as hell wasn’t going to be the first.
She didn’t compliment me, not that I expected her to, but I could have sworn
that I saw the corner of her mouth turn up ever so slightly in approval,
something that made my heart skip a traitorous beat. We walked into the bash
together, surrounding ourselves in the only people we knew. It was loud, the
non-descript club-type music blaring so that you could barely hear yourself
think let alone speak.
I don’t really remember how Jade and I got separated from the group or when we
realized that the punch was spiked or exactly why we started laughing. But it
seemed like no time had passed before we were pressed together against the wall
of the hosts’ bedroom, her tongue in my mouth, and her hand under my skirt.
I moaned into her mouth; my hands were wrapped up in her hair, clasping and
unclasping at rapid intervals as I crept nearer and nearer to release. Then she
pulled away and it was only then that I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Luckily
for me she didn’t go far. “Talk to me, Vega,” she whispered, nipping at my
kiss-swollen bottom lip. “Tell me how it feels,”
I couldn’t find the words to tell her what it was like, the feel of her fingers
sliding in and out of my wetness, the scent of her enveloping my senses…my
drunken, lust-ridden mind couldn’t even attempt matching words with the
feelings she was stirring in me so I did the only thing I could think to: I
forced her mouth back to mine and slid my tongue alongside her own.
She moaned and, in response, quickened the pace of her digits, spreading them
to increase the friction that was already overwhelming me. I would have
screamed if her mouth hadn’t been covering mine; as it was my knees gave way
and I fell into her, pushing her back onto the bed. I tugged at her jeans and,
though I couldn’t seem to find my voice, I had her zipper down in ten seconds
flat.
She writhed beneath me and I stopped, suddenly more unsure than I had ever been
before. Did she want this to stop? Had I gone too far? Those panic-y thoughts
made my haze of desire just enough for the doubts to set in.
When she realized I’d stopped she looked up at me, her face flushed and her
lust-filled eyes questioning. “Why’d you stop?” she panted.
“You…you b-bucked,” I managed, suddenly feeling more nervous than a virgin on
Prom night.
“Not in argument,” she said and, before I had time to nod in understanding,
she’d pulled me back down to her. Her tongue pushed its way into my mouth and
her hands slid beneath my shirt, teasing the flesh they met there.
Her nails raked at my back, leaving marks that I would feel for days, as her
teeth worried my lip near-bloody. I moaned even as I slipped a hand into her
panties, which were soaked with her juices. I couldn’t help at that instant but
to relish in a moment of pride; I’d made her wet. I’d made her so wet that her
eyes were begging me to keep going. Jade West, begging me for more…I never
thought I’d see the day.
She came quickly, riding my hand through her orgasm with an animalistic skill
far beyond anything I’d ever seen before. And, as she came down from her high,
she stared at me with a look I was afraid to read into. “Thanks, Vega,” she
said, pushing me off and standing as she fixed her jeans. And then, without
looking back, she left the room, left me sitting on the bed with her scent all
over me. Nearly an hour later, it was Cat who found me still sitting there, her
eyes full of innocent concern as she helped me to her car and drove me back to
her place.
                                      ***
The second time was the same; hard, fast, more about hormones than feelings. At
school, after fighting about something stupid, she grabbed my wrist and pulled
me into the janitors’ closet. I was sure she was going to yell at me some more,
threaten me, maybe even hit me; I wouldn’t have put it past her. I sure as hell
couldn’t have expected her to push me against the wall and slide her tongue
into my mouth.
She didn’t seem nervous, at least not until she started undoing my jeans. It
was then that I noticed her hands were shaking. I knew better than to mention
it though; I didn’t want her to stop.
“I’ve wanted to do this for days,” she whispered moment later as her fingers
slipped inside me.
I could only manage moan in response and, though I wouldn’t think about the
true meaning of her words for hours, I nodded in agreement as I held onto her;
my knees had given way the second her lips met mine. I came hard, shuddering
violently, and she held me with a sort of tenderness I’d thought beyond her.
After I could stand she left me once again, my body still shaking.
Even after I cleaned up and returned to class, her perfume was all I could
smell and, for the rest of the day, I felt cold without her body pressed
against mine.
                                      ***
The third time was more deliberate, at least on her part. We were working on a
project at my house when, without warning, she tackled me back onto the bed.
Her knee was pressed firmly between my legs and her breath was hot on my face.
I moaned at the suddenness of the pressure. Everything about her turned me on;
even her nearness was intoxicating, like a drug I’d do anything to take a hit
of.
“You’re killing me,” she whispered as she pulled my shirt over my head,
followed quickly by her own. “But I can’t stop,”
“Then don’t,” I said as I planted a series of kisses along her neck.
We came hard against one another, shuddering and gasping for air, our bodies
hot and slicked with sweat and our hearts thudding in our chests.
After what seemed only a moment she was off of me and dressed, once again
sitting on the edge of the mattress staring down at the open textbook as though
nothing had happened.
We’d finished the project and she’d gone home long before I was able to reclaim
my stolen breath. And, hours later, as I got ready for bed, I found her panties
lying at the foot of my bed; the only proof I had that it had been more than a
crush-induced fantasy.
                                      ***
Our almost fourth was like our actual first. A party, a lot of alcohol, a
little too much laughing, and the next thing either of us knew we were kissing,
our lips and tongues communicating in a language we were both desperately
afraid to speak aloud.
Someone stumbled into the room we were in and she let me go, pulling her hand
from my jeans without hesitation, leaving me frustrated, without release and,
very quickly, alone. I wanted to be mad, to tell her that this, whatever it
was, was over…but I couldn’t. I needed her…I needed her so bad I could taste
it.
I muffled a sob behind my hand and, after finding Andre, convinced him to take
me home.
When I got there I cried for hours, leaving my face puffy and red and my eyes
wet. My parents asked me what was wrong but I couldn’t tell them; I couldn’t
tell anyone that I was dying inside. There wasn’t anything I could do about it
anyway.
                                      ***
The real fourth time was…unforgiving. It was like she was angry with me, for
making her feel, for letting myself let her do this, and she showed it not with
words but gestures.
Her fingers pounded inside of me, her teeth nipping at my neck and collarbone
until they were recovered in marks. Her free hand twisted my breasts raw,
making me cry out from both pain and pleasure. And, when I came hard against
her, she immediately pushed me away.
“Get out,” she hissed, looking down at me with eyes so dark that I barely
recognized them as hers.
I scrambled into my clothes, out of her house, and into mine where I collapsed
on my bed, to numb to even cry. It was then I realized something had changed
between us. Somewhere along the way this – us – had become much more than a
series of sexual encounters, our in-betweens filled with biting comments and
lingering glances. Somewhere along the way I’d…fallen for her, for real. I
loved her, was in love with her; I was in love with Jade West and it was
killing me.
I didn’t think I could do it again but, at the same time, I knew I couldn’t
stop. I needed her and if this was the only way…I didn’t know if I’d make it. I
didn’t know if I could survive. Every time I saw her all that I wanted to do
was crush her to me and show the whole world that she was mine. I didn’t care
about the ramifications; I just cared about how she felt whether or not she
felt anything at all. I just…I needed to know.
                                      ***
The fifth time was different. It was slow, almost painfully so, and it
felt…real. Like it meant something…more.
It was afterwards; we’d been basking in afterglow for who knew how long, our
naked bodies still pressed together beneath the sheet she’d pulled up. The
pages of the history project we’d been working on were scattered, covering both
the bedspread and the floor; we’d have to do at least half of it over again
but, at the time, I didn’t much care.
At some point she’d drifted off and I’d started staring, something I often did
when she was too distracted to tell me not too. The first thing I noticed was
how she looked like a different person when she was asleep, younger…softer. Her
eyes were closed, of course, but her lashes fluttered daintily across the tops
of her cheekbones; Jade had lashes to kill for.
I’d been watching her for a while, that I knew; the shallow rise and fall of
her chest beneath the sheet comforting in its constancy. It was a rhythm I
would have gladly fallen asleep to if I hadn’t been afraid of waking up next to
the real her, the one who didn’t want to admit that there was anything between
us, anything more than sex anyway.
I shifted away from her and sighed, unhappily faced with the idea of leaving.
We had never stayed together long after being like this…even though it felt
like my heart was being ripped out of my chest the moment we separated. But it
didn’t matter what I felt because she didn’t feel anything; it was what I
deserved for falling in love with the girl everyone secretly called ‘Ice
Queen.’
I moved to the edge of the mattress and threw my legs off, reaching for my
jeans which lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. Suddenly her hand was on my
wrist, making me jump in surprise. “What’s doin’?” she asked, her words slurred
from sleep.
“Getting dressed,” I said, holding up my jeans so she could see.
“Why?” she asked, blinking.
God, even with her eyes bleary with sleep she was beautiful. It wasn’t fair; it
just wasn’t fair that I loved her so much, that I needed her so badly. You’d
think I’d have gotten used to it; after all, nothing about this – us – was
fair. But it never got any better, no matter how I tried. “Because I don’t
really wanna show your neighbors my birthday suit,” I said, accompanying my
lame joke with a half-smile.
“Why?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Because I’m not really into exhibitionism-”
“No,” she said, shaking her head for emphasis. “Why are you leaving?”
“Oh,” It wasn’t exactly a new thing, me leaving after. Maybe she only liked it
when she told me to get out. I cleared my throat. “Well, I…uh…I thought you
were asleep,” I finished lamely, still gripping my jeans in my offhand.
“I was; I’m not anymore,” she said, sitting up and putting us on eye level.
“So…?”
“So…?” I repeated.
“So why are you leaving, Tori?” she asked, looking at me with wide blue eyes.
I blinked. “You called me Tori,” I said, unable to keep the suspicion from my
tone.
She nodded. “That’s your name,” she said, her voice carrying a distinct note of
amusement.
“But you never call me that,”
Slowly, as though trying not to spook me, she slid her hand from my wrist and
gently separated each of my fingers with her own. “I just…I thought it was time
for a change,”
It was a gesture completely out of character for her and one that took me
completely by surprise. “A…a change?” I repeated, my eyes glued to our entwined
hands.
“Yeah,” she said. “If you, you know, want it to…change,”
I would have smiled at the idea of her being nervous if it wasn’t for the fact
that I could barely catch my breath and my heart was beating far too loudly for
my brain to give the order to my lips. “A-are you asking what I think you’re
asking?”
“I…uh…yeah. I guess I am,” she said, her eyes flicking nervously around the
room before returning to my face.
“What about Beck?” I asked, though my stomach clenched even as the words left
my mouth. What would I do if she took it all back, if she said she needed him
more than me? It would kill me, I was sure.
“He…he knows something’s going on with me; he’s known for a while, I think,”
“Then,” I began. “Why…pretend?”
“Because…Beck’s sweet and kind and everything I’m supposed to want and we…we
made sense to…everybody else so I let it go on. And I was okay with that…until
you showed up, Vega,” She took a breath. “And now you’re really…important to
me. And I don’t think…I don’t want to hide anymore,” she said haltingly. “I
can’t,” she added in a whisper, so quietly in fact that I almost didn’t hear.
“So, whaddaya say, Tori?” she asked after a moment, her thumb caressing the
backside of my hand. “Be my girl?”
I blinked; it was just so much to take in. I was…important. I was important to
her. And she…she needed me. She hadn’t said it outright but she didn’t have to;
I could see it in her eyes. There was vulnerability there, a kind that I’d
never seen before, not from her. She was letting me in, offering me the thing –
the person – I wanted more than my next breath.
I didn’t hesitate.
“Yeah, Jade; I’ll be your girl,”
She smiled then, a real honest-to-goodness s-m-i-l-e, the force behind it
enough to power the whole world. The idea that I could make her smile like
that…it was unbelievable to me and I couldn’t help but hope that it was a smile
only I’d ever see, selfish as it was. “I love you, Vega,” she whispered as she
guided me back onto the bed.
“You know what, West?” I asked, the corners of my mouth turning up in a smile.
“I love you too,”
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