Drella Next

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was scrutinising myself. I held a lipstick tube in each hand. Red or burgundy. Burgundy or red. I was wearing a tight, form fitting black and white patterned dress. So maybe the red. But the burgundy would be a nice contrast.
"Ella! We're going to miss this damn reservation. Hurry up!" Vic yelled from the sitting room.
"This is important!" I yelled back.
"What?" he asked, appearing in my room.
"Which colour?" I asked seriously.
"They're both red." he replied and looked at me like I was insane.
"They're not." I countered.
"I don't care, Drella. We need to go." he said.
"Fine." I rolled my eyes. I picked the red and ran it over my lips. I pouted in front of the mirror and went to get my jacket. I slipped it on and found Vic waiting for me by my door. He opened the door and playfully tapped his foot. As I passed him I pushed his chest gently. "Come on." I urged.
We went down to Vic's car. Vic and I got inside and he started driving. As Vic drove I got my phone out and checked twitter. I had tweets from fans but I was used to it. I never pay any attention to most of them. I was about to close it until something caught my eye. Hate. But not just a few notifications. Loads. All directed to me.
"Here." Vic smiled.
I quickly put my phone away and got out of the car. I took Vic's hand and he led me to the doors of the Pizza place we had booked in for. Vic had his hand in the door handle. But I stopped. We could go hear something. I turned and saw a teenage girl on the opposite side of street glaring at me.
"Whore!" she yelled.
I sighed loudly but Vic guided me inside before I said anything. He shook his head at the girl and protectively wrapped his arm around me. "Ignore her." he whispered in my ear.
"Whatever." I muttered.
"Can I help you?" a waiter asked us.
"We have a reservation under the name Fuentes." Vic said.
"If you'll follow me." he smiled.
Still holding Vic's hand we walked over to the table. It was in a little alcove that overlooked the street. But it was secluded too. I sat down and Vic sat opposite me. As the waiter disappeared I peered at the menu.
"See anything you like?" I asked casually.
"Hmm." Vic grinned and winked at me.
"Lame." I teased. "I might have the French pizza."
"That looks good." Vic nodded.
"Are you ready to order?" the same waiter asked us.
"I'll have the French pizza." I told him.
"I'll have the same. Can we get a side salad, garlic bread? Oh and a bottle of red and white." Vic said.
"Sure, thing." the man replied.
I waited until I got my wine and swirled it around in my glass slowly.
"What's up?" Vic asked.
"Nothing." I mumbled.
"Come on." he urged.
"I've been getting a lot of hate." I admitted.
"I thought you were used to it," he said. "Not that you should be. But I thought you just ignored it."
"I do," I shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I'm wondering why now. Normally some people send me nice things too. But that's all stopped."
"Don't worry," he took my hand. "You know they're just jealous. Plus, they're not the ones I go to bed with."
"I know." I smirked and looked up through my lashes. Vic squeezed my hand and we broke away as our food arrived.
After we'd both had dinner we decided to go onto a club. My idea, not Vic's. He dropped the car back to my apartment and we walked a small stretch away. As time went on I was getting drunker and drunker. By the time it reached one am I was sure after a few more glasses of whatever I was drinking Vic would have to be holding me up.
I took a sip of my drink and leaned across the table to Vic. He leaned to me and puckered up his lips. I licked them and he backed away. I gestured him forward and licked his cheek, then his nose, then his eye.
"Gross!" Vic grinned.
"You love it." I giggled.
"Obviously." he rolled his eyes.
I finished my drink and bit down onto my lip. Vic watched me and I saw his tan skin sparking under the light. I let my fingers dance over his arm softly.
"Victor?" I asked.
"Yes?" his voice seemed even rougher than usual.
"Am I a whore?" I asked teasingly.
"Do you want to be?" he asked and I nodded slowly. Vic's eyes darkened and he smirked across to me.
Vic stood up and he held his hand out for me. I took it and jumped down from the stool. Then I followed him through the people on the dance floor. We walked outside and started a fast pace back to my apartment.
When we reached it Vic let his hands dance over my body on my way up. I fumbled with the keys as Vic started to pull my dress high and higher. I batted his hands away until we were inside. I was pushed up against the door roughly. Vic lips came crashing down on my own and I kissed back hungrily.
"I love you." Vic growled into my ear.
"I love you with all my heart." I replied breathlessly. Vic tugged at my arm and we went to my bedroom. His right hand unzipped my dress while the other was running through my hair. My dress fell to the floor and I stepped out of it. I was pushed back onto the bed and watched as Vic hurried to pull his clothes off.

Notes

Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't been updating. But I am on this now! I promise! What did you think? Tell me what you think will happen? What do you want to happen? Will they stay together? :)