Perfectly Imperfect
Chapter 6
*Vic's P.O.V*
(Flashback)
The late winter night's air sent chills up my spine as I walked up to Riley's house. The cute cottage's pale yellow color contrasted with the early evening's shadows. I couldn't help but feel that the contrast made the cottage have a more warmer atmosphere.
Nerves danced in the pit of my stomach as I rang the doorbell. Riley was dressed in a simple outfit, yet she still looked stunning to me. I couldn't help but stare at her as she shifted from side to side, uneasily.
"Is this too much?" She gestured to her outfit.
"No," I shook my head, "it's perfect."
I reached out and grabbed her hand as she smiled at me.
"Let's go." I pulled her to my car. As we got situated in the car, I warned her about the party.
"You're ok with drinking, right? There will be tons of drinks and drunk people. Oh, and since it's a band party, there will be a lot of people. Just stay by me, ok?"
She looked at me and nodded her head. "I am ok with alcohol. And ok, I probably won't know anyone else anyway."
"I'll introduce you to people, don't worry. It'll be fun, I promise."
We sat in a comfortable slience for the rest of the fifteen minute drive to my house. I was excited to have her meet my band, but I was also a bit on edge. Jaime was a people person, so I knew he would make her feel welcome. Tony always kind of keeps to himself around new people, but he doesn't bother anyone, so I wasn't too worried about him. But my brother, Mike, is a different story. He can't keep a relationship for more then a month due to his flirtatious nature. He's my brother, and I love him to death, but because of this, I'm always hesitant to introduce him to new women. Especially women I'm interested in. And especially Riley.
This may sound cliche, but she's different. Ever since I met her, I couldn't get her out of my head, and my heart has come to the conclusion that I have developed feelings for her. And I don't want Mike to ruin my chances. If anyone was to steal her away from me, it'd be him. Even though she isn't even mine to be stolen.
The loud THUMP-THUMP of the music hit my ears as Riley and I arrived at the party. My shoulder lightly brushed against hers as we entered into the drunken chaos called my house.
I grabbed Riley's cold hand with my warm one, drinking in the feeling of her skin against mine.
"Don't let go," I screamed over the stereos, which were pouring music into the air. I pulled her through a mass of people to the drinks. I grabbed a beer for myself and invited her to do the same, which she did. I looked around all the drunken people enjoying themselves and spotted Tony making his way over to us.
I smiled at him and gestured between Riley and Tony. "Riley, this is Tony, the guitarist. Tone, this is Riley."
Tony half-smiled and waved as Riley breathed out a quiet greeting.
"Where's Mike?" My eyes narrowed.
Tony shot me a weird look as he saw my expression and pointed in the direction opposite to us. "He's over there in the crowd. Why?"
I put on a fake smile and replied, "No reason." I vowed to steer clear of him when I had Riley and he was drinking.
A couple more introductions and a few drinks later, Riley and I could barely move through the house. A sea of people crowded around us and I needed some breathing space. The buzz of the alcohol was slowly starting to take control of my body, but I wasn't drunk yet.
Plotting an escape for the stairs, I saw my chance and made a beeline to it, dragging Riley with me. She had more drinks then me, and I could tell she was drunk by the way she stumbled after me.
I took her to my room and I plopped myself down on my bed, sighing at the feel of my own personal space. I felt the bed rustle next to me as Riley fell on it.
She sighed. "I am so drunk. I don't even know what I'm doing. Like, I can't even fucking feel anything."
I groaned in response and flipped myself on my side to face her. She was lying on her back, looking blankly up at the ceiling, unaware that I was studying her beauty. Her soft hair was spread out on the pillow underneath her head, and I had the urge to run my fingers through it.
She looked over at me and caught me staring at her. "What?" She asked me.
I shook my head. "Nothing. You're just...perfect."
She smiled slightly and blushed. If she wasn't drunk, I knew she would have tried to hide that blush. I'm glad she didn't though, because I found it adorable.
I smiled back at her just as her lips crashed onto mine in a hungry kiss. The shock of the unexpected action caused my body to not react for a second, but soon I came to my senses and relaxed.
She rolled me on my back and straddled me as she deepened the kiss. The feel of her soft lips against mine turned me on and I swiped my tongue over her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She granted my wish without hesitation and I tasted the bittersweet flavor of alcohol, comforting me. Her hands fumbled with the bottom of my t-shirt, begging me to take it off. I slipped the shirt off and flipped her on her back, hovering over top of her.
I kissed down her jaw as her back arched and she moaned softly. Her hands ran down my bare torso as my lips trailed down her neck. I gently grazed my teeth against her neck, causing her to moan again.
My hands began to play with the hem of Riley's striped shirt before pushing it up, exposing the soft skin of her bare stomach. She pulled her shirt off and tossed it to the side of the bed. My hands travelled up her stomach to her black bra. I slid my fingers underneath one cup and massaged her breast as my other hand unhooked her bra and took it off.
Her hands tangled in my hair as I trailed my lips down her chest and to her belly button, leaving soft kisses in my wake. I then proceeded to drag my lips across her stomach and back up to meet her hungry ones.
My finger slipped into her jeans and she trailed her hand up and down my bicep.
"Vic..." she moaned against my lips.
"Yea baby?" I moaned back, pushing open the top button on her jeans.
"I'm so wet."
I smiled against her lips and unzipped her jeans as I gently bit her bottom lip with my teeth.
She kicked off her jeans and unbuttoned mine. I rubbed her inner thigh before making my way up to her hot center. She pulled my jeans down and I kicked them off as she groaned in pleasure.
I took my hand away and ran it down one of her silky legs and she wrapped them around me, trying to eliminate the space between us. I felt her giggle as the bulge in my boxers pressed up against her. My hands roamed her body as she tore off my remaining article of clothing. I rubbed my nose ring against her skin and she squealed at the contact of the cold metal touching her warm body. I pulled off the only thing separating us and I propped myself above her.
I looked down on her naked body and realized how perfect she was. She looked up at me and our eyes met. The situation of what was really going on then hit me. I couldn't have sex with her. She was drunk and I still had some control over my body. I wouldn't take advantage of her. I cared about her too much.
"Vic? What's wrong?" She asked me, her eyes clouding with confusion.
"Riley, I can't do this."
"Do what?" She reached up and wiped away a stray tear that started travelling down my face.
"I can't let myself have sex with you tonight. I'm not going to take advantage of you." I murmured.
She pulled my body down on hers and I buried my face in her neck. She rubbed my back as more tears fell from my eyes.
"I'm so sorry. I almost took advantage of you. I got lost in the moment."
She shushed me. "Don't worry about it."
I hugged her naked body tightly.
"I'm going to worry about it. I ruined everything. I just...really really like you and I-"
"I really like you too." She whispered.
"You're drunk, you don't mean that."
"I might be drunk, but my feelings for you are the only things I can feel right now." She laughed.
I looked up at her, blinking away my tears. "Really?"
She looked down at me, laughing. "Really."
My smile turned into a yawn and I got up, searching for my boxers. I pulled them on and got under the covers as Riley laid on her back, staring at the ceiling.
"Riley?"
"Hmm?"
"Come here." I whispered.
She got under the covers and I put my arm around her waist, pulling her bare body against me. Her skin felt soft and smooth as it brushed against mine.
She poked my nose and giggled, "I'm drunk." She snuggled up against me and I petted her silky hair.
I kissed the top of her head. "I know."
She kissed my chest. "Good night Vic."
I felt her arms snake across my waist. "Good night, Ri."
I smiled to myself as I relived that moment. It has always been one of my favorite memories. Not because of the almost-sex, but because of the moment we shared.
I looked down at Riley and couldn't help but see how perfect she still is, even in her broken state. She will always be perfect to me, no matter what.
I can't wait for the day when I can hold her again. Because when I hold her, my imperfect meets her perfect. And that's what we are together. Perfectly imperfect.
(Flashback)
The late winter night's air sent chills up my spine as I walked up to Riley's house. The cute cottage's pale yellow color contrasted with the early evening's shadows. I couldn't help but feel that the contrast made the cottage have a more warmer atmosphere.
Nerves danced in the pit of my stomach as I rang the doorbell. Riley was dressed in a simple outfit, yet she still looked stunning to me. I couldn't help but stare at her as she shifted from side to side, uneasily.
"Is this too much?" She gestured to her outfit.
"No," I shook my head, "it's perfect."
I reached out and grabbed her hand as she smiled at me.
"Let's go." I pulled her to my car. As we got situated in the car, I warned her about the party.
"You're ok with drinking, right? There will be tons of drinks and drunk people. Oh, and since it's a band party, there will be a lot of people. Just stay by me, ok?"
She looked at me and nodded her head. "I am ok with alcohol. And ok, I probably won't know anyone else anyway."
"I'll introduce you to people, don't worry. It'll be fun, I promise."
We sat in a comfortable slience for the rest of the fifteen minute drive to my house. I was excited to have her meet my band, but I was also a bit on edge. Jaime was a people person, so I knew he would make her feel welcome. Tony always kind of keeps to himself around new people, but he doesn't bother anyone, so I wasn't too worried about him. But my brother, Mike, is a different story. He can't keep a relationship for more then a month due to his flirtatious nature. He's my brother, and I love him to death, but because of this, I'm always hesitant to introduce him to new women. Especially women I'm interested in. And especially Riley.
This may sound cliche, but she's different. Ever since I met her, I couldn't get her out of my head, and my heart has come to the conclusion that I have developed feelings for her. And I don't want Mike to ruin my chances. If anyone was to steal her away from me, it'd be him. Even though she isn't even mine to be stolen.
The loud THUMP-THUMP of the music hit my ears as Riley and I arrived at the party. My shoulder lightly brushed against hers as we entered into the drunken chaos called my house.
I grabbed Riley's cold hand with my warm one, drinking in the feeling of her skin against mine.
"Don't let go," I screamed over the stereos, which were pouring music into the air. I pulled her through a mass of people to the drinks. I grabbed a beer for myself and invited her to do the same, which she did. I looked around all the drunken people enjoying themselves and spotted Tony making his way over to us.
I smiled at him and gestured between Riley and Tony. "Riley, this is Tony, the guitarist. Tone, this is Riley."
Tony half-smiled and waved as Riley breathed out a quiet greeting.
"Where's Mike?" My eyes narrowed.
Tony shot me a weird look as he saw my expression and pointed in the direction opposite to us. "He's over there in the crowd. Why?"
I put on a fake smile and replied, "No reason." I vowed to steer clear of him when I had Riley and he was drinking.
A couple more introductions and a few drinks later, Riley and I could barely move through the house. A sea of people crowded around us and I needed some breathing space. The buzz of the alcohol was slowly starting to take control of my body, but I wasn't drunk yet.
Plotting an escape for the stairs, I saw my chance and made a beeline to it, dragging Riley with me. She had more drinks then me, and I could tell she was drunk by the way she stumbled after me.
I took her to my room and I plopped myself down on my bed, sighing at the feel of my own personal space. I felt the bed rustle next to me as Riley fell on it.
She sighed. "I am so drunk. I don't even know what I'm doing. Like, I can't even fucking feel anything."
I groaned in response and flipped myself on my side to face her. She was lying on her back, looking blankly up at the ceiling, unaware that I was studying her beauty. Her soft hair was spread out on the pillow underneath her head, and I had the urge to run my fingers through it.
She looked over at me and caught me staring at her. "What?" She asked me.
I shook my head. "Nothing. You're just...perfect."
She smiled slightly and blushed. If she wasn't drunk, I knew she would have tried to hide that blush. I'm glad she didn't though, because I found it adorable.
I smiled back at her just as her lips crashed onto mine in a hungry kiss. The shock of the unexpected action caused my body to not react for a second, but soon I came to my senses and relaxed.
She rolled me on my back and straddled me as she deepened the kiss. The feel of her soft lips against mine turned me on and I swiped my tongue over her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She granted my wish without hesitation and I tasted the bittersweet flavor of alcohol, comforting me. Her hands fumbled with the bottom of my t-shirt, begging me to take it off. I slipped the shirt off and flipped her on her back, hovering over top of her.
I kissed down her jaw as her back arched and she moaned softly. Her hands ran down my bare torso as my lips trailed down her neck. I gently grazed my teeth against her neck, causing her to moan again.
My hands began to play with the hem of Riley's striped shirt before pushing it up, exposing the soft skin of her bare stomach. She pulled her shirt off and tossed it to the side of the bed. My hands travelled up her stomach to her black bra. I slid my fingers underneath one cup and massaged her breast as my other hand unhooked her bra and took it off.
Her hands tangled in my hair as I trailed my lips down her chest and to her belly button, leaving soft kisses in my wake. I then proceeded to drag my lips across her stomach and back up to meet her hungry ones.
My finger slipped into her jeans and she trailed her hand up and down my bicep.
"Vic..." she moaned against my lips.
"Yea baby?" I moaned back, pushing open the top button on her jeans.
"I'm so wet."
I smiled against her lips and unzipped her jeans as I gently bit her bottom lip with my teeth.
She kicked off her jeans and unbuttoned mine. I rubbed her inner thigh before making my way up to her hot center. She pulled my jeans down and I kicked them off as she groaned in pleasure.
I took my hand away and ran it down one of her silky legs and she wrapped them around me, trying to eliminate the space between us. I felt her giggle as the bulge in my boxers pressed up against her. My hands roamed her body as she tore off my remaining article of clothing. I rubbed my nose ring against her skin and she squealed at the contact of the cold metal touching her warm body. I pulled off the only thing separating us and I propped myself above her.
I looked down on her naked body and realized how perfect she was. She looked up at me and our eyes met. The situation of what was really going on then hit me. I couldn't have sex with her. She was drunk and I still had some control over my body. I wouldn't take advantage of her. I cared about her too much.
"Vic? What's wrong?" She asked me, her eyes clouding with confusion.
"Riley, I can't do this."
"Do what?" She reached up and wiped away a stray tear that started travelling down my face.
"I can't let myself have sex with you tonight. I'm not going to take advantage of you." I murmured.
She pulled my body down on hers and I buried my face in her neck. She rubbed my back as more tears fell from my eyes.
"I'm so sorry. I almost took advantage of you. I got lost in the moment."
She shushed me. "Don't worry about it."
I hugged her naked body tightly.
"I'm going to worry about it. I ruined everything. I just...really really like you and I-"
"I really like you too." She whispered.
"You're drunk, you don't mean that."
"I might be drunk, but my feelings for you are the only things I can feel right now." She laughed.
I looked up at her, blinking away my tears. "Really?"
She looked down at me, laughing. "Really."
My smile turned into a yawn and I got up, searching for my boxers. I pulled them on and got under the covers as Riley laid on her back, staring at the ceiling.
"Riley?"
"Hmm?"
"Come here." I whispered.
She got under the covers and I put my arm around her waist, pulling her bare body against me. Her skin felt soft and smooth as it brushed against mine.
She poked my nose and giggled, "I'm drunk." She snuggled up against me and I petted her silky hair.
I kissed the top of her head. "I know."
She kissed my chest. "Good night Vic."
I felt her arms snake across my waist. "Good night, Ri."
I smiled to myself as I relived that moment. It has always been one of my favorite memories. Not because of the almost-sex, but because of the moment we shared.
I looked down at Riley and couldn't help but see how perfect she still is, even in her broken state. She will always be perfect to me, no matter what.
I can't wait for the day when I can hold her again. Because when I hold her, my imperfect meets her perfect. And that's what we are together. Perfectly imperfect.
Notes
When will she wake up?When will he get to hold her again?
What memory will come next?
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8/18/13