Limited obsessions, Limitless interests

“Uh…” you swallow hard. “…home.”

“Home?” Vi snorts before reaching for the bedside table and flicking on the lamp, bathing the room in a soft glow. She runs slender fingers through her reddish hair and fixes you with a tired gaze. “C’mon, sunshine, it’s like the middle of the night,” she pats the empty side of her bed.

“It’s 8:30, Vi,” you can’t help your soft giggle. “You just think it’s nighttime still because your room is so dark,”

“Alright, smartass, 8:30 then,” Vi moves to lie on her side. “Now that we both know we can tell time, can you bring your cute ass back to bed?”

You stare at Vi, biting your lip. She’s nothing short of tantalizing—long, shaggy hair falling down her back, muscles on full display and torso shamelessly bare whilst the duvet pools around her lower half. It’s all you can do to hold back from climbing back into bed with her and letting her make you see stars all over again. But that’s the very reason you need to get the hell out of here. Because Vi was too tempting.

“Vi, I just have to go, okay?” you say, deflecting Vi’s gaze as you pick yesterday’s jeans up off the floor.

"But why, though?" Vi whines as she pushes herself into a seated position. She hits you with a theatrical pout, her arms crossed over her chest. "I don’t understand why you can’t just come back to bed."

"You know why I can't,"

"Why can't you?"

"Because I shouldn't have even come here to begin with," you gripe, stepping into your jeans. "You know that."

Vi sighs heavily, frustration creeping into her voice. "Then why did you?" She asks as she watches you get dressed. "You say you shouldn't be here, but you always end up in my bed again and again.”

You hesitate, not having an immediate answer to that. "I don't know...maybe 'cause I like you??"

Vi watches your face. "You kind of have a weird way of showing it, Sunshine,"

"Can you blame me? You know you have a track record, Vi," you fidget with your hands.

Vi bristles at the mention. She knew what people said about her, what they thought about her. And yes, she'd been known to play into the role from time to time. But...there wasn't a moment that she spent with you that felt like that. Not a second of it felt inauthentic. She might even go as far as to say you were her first genuine crush in…forever. That is, if she was known to get mushy like that. Which she wasn’t.

"Well...you're one to talk," Vi finally conjures up a response. "You know you're not exactly brave for always running off like this,"

"Because I know if I don't, it'll just hurt more when you don't call me tomorrow," you snap.

Ouch.

Vi falls silent, knowing you hit the nail on the head. Knowing that she was the type to hook up with someone and then move on when the thrill faded. But she hasn't wanted to do that with you. In fact, she hasn't hooked up with anyone else since you. Hadn’t been able to stomach the thought. But she doubted you’d believe it if she told you that.

"That's not...it wouldn't..." Vi is uncharacteristically flustered, struggling to come up with a comeback.

"It would. You've done it before. That's why my friends don't trust you. Why I know I shouldn't trust you. But then, you come back around and you say the sweetest things and you...do that thing with your tongue..." your cheeks heat up and you avert your gaze again. "...and I fall into the booby trap all over again. No pun intended."

Vi watches your cheeks flush, and despite everything, she feels like her ego was being stroked. Even though she knows she shouldn't, she can't help but tease you just a bit. "You like the thing I do with my tongue, huh?"

You feel your tummy flutter pitifully at the question. "Obviously,"

Vi's smirk widens at your mumbled admission. She leans back on her elbows again, her gaze locked on you, enjoying the reaction she's pulling from you. "Well, come here, then," she pats your spot on her bed again. "I can show you a few more tongue tricks if you want,"

"God, you're not even listening to me right now, are you?" you scoff.

"I am listening. I heard every word you said, okay?" Vi retorts. "You're worried I'm going to drop you, ghost you just like I've done with...admittedly, a lot of other girls. But newsflash, baby—you're not just another girl to me. I've told you that about a million times already, but you never let it stick."

"And have you ever noticed that you always say stuff like that before we have sex, not after? So how am I ever supposed to believe it?"

Now, it’s Vi’s turn to be temporarily speechless. She immediately rolls back through every single hookup, every single time she was lucky enough to have you in her apartment, in her bed. She would say the sweetest things to get your heart racing, to get you comfortable. She thought it then to be just foreplay. Just build up. Never once getting it through her thick skull what that would mean to you.

She falters, her earlier nagging annoyance fading quickly, replaced with a pang of guilt. "I...it wasn't supposed to come off that way. I meant every word, I just..." she rakes a hand through her messy hair, letting out a deep sigh.

"I really like you, Vi," you say. "Probably more than I should, but...if this is just fun to you—“

"It's not!" Vi's reply comes out as a snap, but she softens her tone as she continues. "Damnit, Sunshine, you know I'm not good at this, but...you've gotta know how into you I am. You've never been just some girl to me. You're stubborn and feisty and unbelievably sexy, and you don't let me get away with my bullshit, and I...I like you. Fuck, Sunshine, I like you so much."

You exhale softly. "That’s really how you feel?"

"God, yes," Vi declares. "I know I have a shitty track record, okay? I know I'm not the most reliable, and I'm rough around the edges, and I'm probably all the things your friends say about me. But all I ask for is a chance. Let me show you that this can be different, that it is different, and I'll do anything to prevent losing you."

You take a tentative step toward the bed, then another. Vi watches your movement closely, and when she realizes what's happening, she ushers you closer with a gentle curl of her index finger. "C'mere, baby," she coaxes. "It's just me,"

You swallow hard, moving even closer, and once you're right at the bed's edge, Vi's hands move to your waist and gently guide you down onto the mattress. It doesn't take much for you to melt into her, letting her tug you into her lap. She buries her head in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, savoring your scent. Her hands begin to wander, tracing slow, comforting circles on your back.

"You're still so tense, I can tell," Vi whispers gently against your skin.

"I just...I don't want my friends to be right about you, Vi. Please don't let them be right," you plead.

"Your friends don't know me like you do," Vi murmurs, her lips grazing over your shoulder. "They only see what's on the surface. They don't see...this." She runs her fingers through your hair, scratching softly at your scalp. You practically purr at the touch.

"...Or this..." her lips run along your jawline and then down your neck. She's hunting for the sweet spot, and it's not long until she finds it, nipping at the skin just below your ear. The soft whimper you let out is immediate.

"Let me prove them wrong, Sunshine," Vi says. "Let me prove to you that you're beautiful and special and mine,"

You sigh, letting your head fall back. Vi hums against your skin. Her hands go to your jeans—unbuttoned because you hadn’t fastened them yet—and slip inside.

“You’re so soft,” Vi whispers, her fingers tracing gently over your abdomen. Her mouth begins to move down, pressing another trail of kisses along your jawline.

“Let me make you feel good, baby,” she murmurs, her voice low and rough as she nibbles at the junction of your neck and shoulder.

You moan softly and Vi smirks at the sound. “That’s it. You’re getting excited for me, aren’t you?” Her fingers move beneath your shirt, tracing the curves of your rib cage as she kisses a path along your collarbone. She nips and sucks at the sensitive skin there, wanting to taste every inch of you. One of her hands sneaks to the clasp of your bra, toying with it.

“You like that?” She has the nerve to ask.

“Yeah…” you breathe.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Vi replies, a hint of smugness in her voice. She captures your ear lobe between her teeth for a moment, giving it a gentle bite before moving downward to your collar. “You’re making it really hard to not take you right here and now, you know,”

“So then, what are you waiting for?” You challenge, chest heaving and heart racing. “Take me,”

“You sure about that, Sunshine?” Vi husks, her body already pressing closer, already subtly grinding against you and letting her neediness show. “Because once I start, I don’t think I could stop,”

“I wouldn’t tell you to,” you whisper in Vi’s ear, your hands trailing down the other girl’s defined muscles.

That’s all Vi needs to hear. “You’ll be the death of me,” she breathes. And then, she’s pushing you back into the mattress, pinning you down, her expression a combination of need and lust.

Every time before where Vi’s made you needy pails in comparison to how you feel now as you lift your hips so she can help you out of those pesky jeans a second time.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” Vi muses once you’re lying mostly bare for her again.

You look up at Vi, smitten. And you have just enough time to breathe her name before she’s kissing you hard, working the kisses down your neck and chest. She sucks at the delicate skin, leaving marks where she sees fit.

“You taste so good,” she says when she reaches your stomach, her tongue darting out to tease your navel. “I could devour you whole.”

You gasp, hips bucking. “Fuck! That’s the tongue thing I was talking about!”

A low chuckle rumbles in Vi’s chest. “So, you like it when I use it like this, huh?” She sucks at the skin just above the waistband of your panties, her tongue tracing a slow, languid path. “…like it when I taste you?”

“…yes, yes, yes!” you moan.

Vi grins against your heated skin, her fingers hooking into the elastic of your panties. “Say it again. Tell me how much you like it.” She starts to drag the underwear down your hips at an agonizing pace, watching every single expression pass across your face. “Say my name, baby. Tell me what you want right now.”

“Vi, oh Vi…” you feel your back arch even though Vi’s barely starting touching you. “Please…taste me…”

Vi pushes herself down, burying her face between your thighs, inhaling the heady, tantalizing scent of your arousal. “Like this…?” she murmurs, her tongue darting out for a taste. “You want me to taste you, baby? Want me to make you squirm? Want to call out my name?”

You can’t answer any of Vi’s questions. Not when Vi’s face is between your legs, her tongue sliding in and out of you at dizzying intervals.

The sight of you lost in the pleasure she’s giving you, is all the answer Vi needs. It drives her wild, makes her want to take you higher and higher. Her tongue moves faster, harder, tasting and teasing and pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Your eyes begin to roll as you rock your hips against Vi’s mouth, moaning her name in the process. You’ve reached the point where you’re grabbing onto everything within reach—Vi’s hair, Vi’s arms, the bedsheets beside you—desperately trying to anchor yourself to the present moment.

And then, Vi was flicking her tongue just right against your clit, and you’re done for. Body shuddering and fireworks bursting in your brain, you’re wracked with the most intense release you’ve ever felt. And Vi doesn’t relent immediately, eating until she felt every spasm and shudder cede your body.

“That’s it,” Vi gasps, coming up for air with a ragged breath. “You’re so good for me, Sunshine, you’re a fucking vision,”

She lets you catch your breath, her hand tracing lazy circles on your hip. She studies your face, the flush of pleasure and satisfaction clear on your features.

“You’re beautiful like this,” Vi whispers softly. “All flushed and satisfied…because of me. I love getting to do this for you. I love…” Vi’s eyes trail down your body, her own body buzzing with barely-contained desire.

You take Vi in, in all her glory—her mouth wet and her pupils dilated. You know in that moment that you don’t want the fun to stop. So you promptly grab Vi’s face and kiss her hard.

“Mmm…someone wants more,” Vi mumbles against your lips.

“Tell me,” you breathe. “Tell me you want me. Tell me you wanna give me everything,”

“Baby, I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my entire life. I wanna give you everything. Wanna make you forget your name,” Vi growls against your skin.

“Fuck, Vi,” you breathe, climbing on top, straddling her hips. Vi’s own hips immediately buck up, seeking friction against yours.

“Ride me, baby,” she pants, by now, her voice is thick with need. “Show me what you want.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Vi repeats. Her hands slide up your thighs to your hips, gripping tightly, guiding your movements. “I wanna feel you, baby. Wanna watch you take what you need from me,”

Well you didn’t need any further direction, wrists draping over Vi’s well-defined shoulders as your hips start a sensual grind against hers.

Vi’s head immediately falls back from the friction. “God…” she breathes. You take advantage of the beautiful skin provided to you, peppering kisses along Vi’s throat as you writhe on top of her. She groans in response, fingers digging deeper into your hips, her body snapping up to meet every thrust. “…you feel so good,”

You bite your lip to conceal a moan as you rock forward, then back, then forward again, chasing that delicious friction. And Vi guides you through every movement, murmuring profanities into your skin.

She knows when you’re close, feels your walls clench around her, and she’s devious in bringing you there—letting her hand slide between your two bodies, fingers curling right where you need her, and catapulting you into that white-hot release.

You slow to a stop as the room comes back into focus around you, uttering soft “oh gods” against Vi’s neck while she holds you through it.

“Shh, baby, I’ve got you,” she whispers, pressing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “You were so good for me. So damn good.”

You try to speak, but your breath still hasn’t returned to you, and the best you can do is incoherent mumbles, which make Vi chuckle. “Yeah? Tell me about it,” she teases, which makes you giggle.

A comfortable hush falls over the two of you then as Vi holds you. The space that you occupy feels different. Rather than feeling ready to sneak out after your tryst, to return to your life and forget about Vi, it feels right letting her hold you. Letting her breath tickle the crown of your head.

As if sensing the direction of your thoughts, Vi says, “Not thinking about fleeing, are you?” whilst scratching her hands up and down your back.

You shake your head. “Legs wouldn’t get me there anyway,” you quip.

Vi chuckles. “Yeah, I did do a number, didn’t I?” and then softer, she adds, “I’m glad you’re staying, Sunshine,”