Epilogue/ Bonus Chapter
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"Is he here yet?" My mom asked me, taking note of the fact that I practically had my face pressed against the living room window. Maybe I was being a little obsessive, but hey - I was excited! It was winter break and I had survived Christmas and all that without Vic . . . and now he was coming down to visit and staying until New Years! I turned back to my mom and gave her the widest grin.
"No, not yet," I said. "He and his mom should be here soon, though."
"His mom? She's staying, too?" she asked, giving me a bit of a tone. Clearly she was concerned because she was only prepared for Vic. Apparently his mom coming too meant a whole other thing to her.
"Oh, no, she is just driving him here - Mom, Vic can't drive himself," I reminded her. I mean, duh. That would be more than potentially hazardous. "That and she didn't want to pay for a flight because . . . I don't know why, she's just like that. She wants to make sure Vic gets here safe, I guess he's never traveled alone before."
"Right, I'm sorry, I totally forgot," she apologized, shaking her head. She had met Vic once in passing, but never really got the chance to sit down with him or really get to know him. Over the summer when I saw Vic it was because I was at his house, because his mom was being weird again and didn't want him to stay
with us for an extended period of time. Apparently an extended period of time was anything longer than a day. So that meant anytime I wanted to visit while we weren't at school, I had to go to him, which I had no problem doing. But she was coming around now and that was all that mattered.
I was excited. But also nervous.
"Please be nice, okay? And don't treat him like he's blind, he doesn't like that," I insisted. I had probably gone over these 'rules' about a million times, but whatever. I just wanted everything to go well. Just as she was about to groan and say that, yes, she gets it, I heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. "Oh my gosh, it's them!"
I rolled off the couch and hurried to the front door, so I could let them in. I waited until Vic was out of the car so I could run out and hug him.
"Boyfriend! I missed you!" I exclaimed, laughing as I wrapped him in a tight hug. He jumped a little, and then laughed before hugging me back. It felt so good to hug him again, even if it really hadn't been that long since I last saw him. Classes only just let out about a week prior.
"Hey Kells, I missed you, too," he said, and kissed my cheek before he stepped back. I smiled excitedly, practically bouncing at the fact that he was actually at my house.
"Hi, Kellin, it's nice to see you," Vic's mom said from the other side of the car. She asked if she could step inside to meet my mother or whatever before she had to get going. I told her she could and then she told me to carry Vic's bags for him.
"I got it," he mumbled stubbornly, shaking his head as he maneuvered his way to the backseat and pulled the door open. He allowed me to carry one bag for him, and he slung the other over his shoulder.
"I'm so happy you're here," I told him. He held onto my bicep as I led him to the front door. I noticed that after we had been dating for as long as we had, me leading him places became less of a sign of dependency and more of a sign of trust. He knew I wasn't going to take him anywhere unsafe, and he knew that I knew he was able to do most things. It was pretty much just another couple-y thing, I guess.
"Oh, Vic! It's so good to see you!" My mom said, nicely, as we got into the house.
"It's good to see you, too," he said, grinning. I laughed, but my mom didn't seem to get the joke, so she just moved on to whatever else she had to say.
"Here, we can put your stuff in my room," I offered. He nodded and followed me to the stairs. I noticed he instinctively reached for the banister and dropped his hand from my arm.
"Oh, Vic, honey, be careful with the stairs!" Mrs. Fuentes called out. Vic just sighed and ignored her as he continued up to my room with me. He was more than fully capable of holding onto a railing and climbing steps, especially if I was right there to make sure, I don't know, one of them decided to disappear in front of him like Mrs. Fuentes seemed to think.
"It's to the left," I told him, as we turned down the hall. My lips curled into an adoring smile as I watched him trail his fingers along the wall in the hallway, already figuring out the layout of my house. I opened my door and led him inside. "Here it is!"
"Beautiful," he smirked. I just laughed and went to give him another hug. I would never, ever get tired of hugging him. His body meshed perfectly with mine, and it was the most comfortable thing in the world.
"I'll show you where everything is," I grinned, and then went on to tell him exactly where everything was. "And then, right here in this corner is the bed."
"Perfect," he smirked, lowering himself down onto it. Once he was sure he was actually stable, he spread himself out, like he belonged there or something. I would have no problem with him belonging there. In fact, I pretty much agreed with the assumption.
"Hey," I laughed.
"Come here," he insisted, reaching for me. I bit my lip, keeping a smile to myself before I slipped back to my door to make sure it was shut before joining him. I lay down, letting him wrap me in his arms, and I felt like I could just fall asleep there, right away. It didn't matter who was down stairs or what I had been up to earlier in the week, everything just seemed to fall right into place whenever we were together.
"I love you," I told him, quietly.
"Love you, too," he mumbled, moving until he could comfortably rest his hand against my face. He was doing that thing where he was making sure he knew where my lips were before he kissed me, so I just cut to the chase and pressed my lips against his. I could feel him smiling against me, and it made me so happy.
I wrapped my arms around him as his perfect lips moved against mine. His thumbs moved softly against my cheekbones as he kissed me.
"You're really sexy," he breathed, letting one of his hands trail down my body before slipping over my hip and beneath my jeans. I gasped.
"Vic!" I laughed, reconnecting our lips. I kissed him a little bit harder, moving him backwards until he regained control and rolled so that I was on my back. I smiled and draped my arms around his neck before he came down and kissed me again.
I inhaled deeply as I felt his warm body press against mine. My lips curled into a grin against his.
"I missed you," he breathed, kissing my cheek. I shifted a little beneath him as I felt a certain something starting to flex against my stomach. Ooh. "And I was thinking . . ."
"What were you thinking?" I asked, gushing just a little.
"That our moms are both pretty talkative," he chuckled, placing a kiss just below my ear. I shivered slightly. "We could totally do something bad."
"Yeah?" I giggled, getting a feeling as to where he was going with this. "What is it?"
"Well, I think you know," he said, smirking as he reached downwards until he was touching me in a very intimate way. I was already really aroused and I was willing to bet he knew. "Yeah, you know."
"So you're asking for a quickie?" I mumbled against his neck. The idea of doing something like that and getting away with it was just exhilarating.
"Yeah, I guess I am," he laughed. "Unless you'd rather not. You're always allowed to say no."
"Pshh, of course I want to, silly," I said, grabbing his face and kissing him. "Hold on one sec."
I kissed him one more time before I rolled out from underneath him and ventured into my underwear drawer where I was hiding something special. Mostly because I'd be so embarrassed if my mom ever found it. I would be lying if I said I wasn't planning on sleeping with Vic while he stayed over.
"Here," I said, getting back into bed with him. I handed him the little bottle, knowing that he knew what to do with it. He ran his fingers over it, trying to find the lid.
"Turn on your side," he whispered, and I did just that, assuming the position of the little spoon. "Also, don't take your clothes all the way off, you know . . . just in case."
I nodded, and took to unbuttoning my jeans, but only inching them down as far as they really needed to go.
"This still has plastic or something on it, can you give me a hand, babe?" He asked, handing the bottle back to me.
"Yeah, sorry," I said, taking the bottle and picking at the plastic seal. We hadn't used it yet because he hadn't ever been to my house before. As I did that, I could hear him unzipping his jeans as well, which only made me more excited. Before I had the rest of the wrapper off, Vic was already rolling closer to me. He pressed a kiss against my neck as he reached around to touch me.
I gasped, my eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he wrapped his hand around me, gently stroking. "I love you, " I told him, dreamily. This really did feel like a dream.
"I love you, too," he assured me. I handed the bottle back to him and he stopped touching me for a second so he could take it. I waited patiently as he sat up so he could pour the liquid into his palm without spilling it. I just relaxed, waiting until he was back behind me, the tip of him poking at me.
"You good?" He asked me, sweetly.
"Yeah, I am," I told him. He placed a hand on my hip, holding me steady as he slowly sank in. I bit my lip, willing myself past the brief stage of discomfort.
I let go of a quiet moan as he filled me up. His hand moved from my hip to my lower stomach, so he could hold me as he started to move.
"Shit, Kells," he breathed, working up a steady rhythm as he moved his lips to a spot on my neck. My skin felt like it was on fire. As he kept going, his hand returned to my member, casually stroking it as he made love to me.
I was so caught up in all the sensations that it seemed like all of the enjoyment was ending way too soon when I felt that familiar pooling pleasure down below.
"Oh, I'm close, I'm so - Vic," I breathed. I arched my back and rolled against him, making him groan. Everything was growing hot and erratic and before I was even ready to, I finished. I relaxed against the bed again, only having to wait just a little bit longer until Vic was done, too. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing.
I sat up and reached for a box of tissues so I could clean up the little mess we made. I always felt a little awkward doing that part, but it didn't matter too much, because it was just Vic. Almost everything was comfortable with Vic. When that was done I returned to Vic's arms, facing him this time so I could kiss him. My pants were still loose, but it was okay. I needed a minute or two to calm down from that anyway.
"I love you," he told me, in between kisses. "I love you so much." "I love you, too, boyfriend."