Drella Next

"What's this?!" Vic demanded. I had only just walked in from training with Myra. She said I was doing really well. I'll be ready to go back to LA in a week or two. I feel like I'm slowly getting closer to wherever and whoever my biological mother is. "Well?" Vic snapped. He was standing in front of me waving a letter in front of my face.
"What?" I asked.
"This!" he exclaimed.
"Vic, I have no idea what that is."
"You do."
"Is this mine?" I asked, suddenly angry. I snatched the letter away and saw my name. "Did you open this? Fucking hell, Victor!"
"You lied to me! You said that you were just working out the gym."
"Maybe I was!" I defended.
"Then why do you have a letter asking how your training is going and a step by step before you go back at LA?"
Shit. "I think the real question is why did you open my mail?" I turned it around on him.
"I thought it was mine."
"No one can mistake their name for Drella!"
"Stop turning this on me!" Vic shot back. I stepped forwards and placed my hands on my hips. I looked up at Vic. If I go into everything it's going to turn into a huge argument. If it turns into a huge argument then Vic will do that thing where he goes and sulks afterwards. If he does that he'll go and stand in my workshop and look at my paintings to gear himself up to say sorry. If he does that he'll find all of my burlesque outfits and know I'm lying.
"I'm not!" I snapped.
"Drella, why didn't you tell me what you're doing?"
"What am I doing?" I asked quietly.
"You're practising to take your clothes off!"
"What does it matter?"
"I asked you not too! I don't want other sleazy, disgusting men watching you strip while their eyes glaze over with lust!"
"Stop!"
"I don't want you to turn into some girl who men picture while they're on top of their girlfriends! You're mine! After all these years if you're anything you're mine. I don't want to lose you to everyone else!"
"I'm no ones property!"
"You know I didn't mean it like that," he sighed in annoyance. "I don't want people thinking you're a whore!"
"Victor, you should leave." I suddenly said.
"What?"
"Get out!" I yelled.
"This is my apartment."
"No, it's half mine."
"You don't give anything to the rent. We're not even married."
"Like you don't want to marry me." I mocked. I saw Vic's jaw tighten and he sighed.
"We're not doing this." Vic said.
"Get out of my apartment!" I yelled. I grabbed Vic's arm and pushed him out of the apartment. It was only after I slammed the door did it register that he wasn't wearing any shoes. Well, it's only for a day or two.
It's been a week now. Maybe I'm drawing this out more than I planned. But whenever Vic calls me I'm actually busy. Which makes Vic think I'm still angry when I'm not. I have passed a message onto Mike for Vic to come in this evening.
I'm all dressed in one of my practice outfits. I thought it was a fitting way to make up. I think that this is the only way he won't shout at me and might even let me do the burlesque thing. My hair has been in rollers, my make-up is looking on the 50s side and I'm trying to think sexily.
I heard the door open and close again. I could hear Vic walking inside. "Ella!" Vic called.
"I'll be out in a minute! Just sit down!" I yelled.
"Where the hell is the coffee table?!" he exclaimed. I walked out of our bedroom and my heels clicked on the wood floor as I walked. I went into the sitting room and saw Vic sat on the couch.
"I used it for firewood." I said playfully. Vic turned around and his eyes widened. He looked me up and down before he smiled lightly.
"You look nice." Vic told me.
"Thank you." I bent down and kissed his cheek gently. I walked across to the speakers where I had music ready. I switched it on and stood in the centre of the room. Vic's eyes were on me and I started to dance.
I slowly zipped down my dress and slid my arms out. I shimmied out of it and stepped out. Before I bent over and picked up my dress, throwing it to the side. I slipped off of my shoes and tried to keep up my sexy dance as I pulled my stockings off. This is the hardest part. I untied my corset at the back then I unclipped it at the front before I threw it to the side. I turned my back to Vic and slid my arms out of my bra. I unhooked it and let it drop to the floor. Then I slipped out of my underwear. I bent over and moved them to the side.
I turned around and took a few steps towards Vic. "Not everyone has this bit. It's something just for you." I told him.
"Drella." Vic whispered. I put one of my knees down on the couch just next to Vic's thigh, before I placed the other next to his other. Vic's hands went to my waist just as I settled myself on his lap. I kissed his lips roughly and started messing with his hair.
"I'm sorry." I told him.
"I'm sorry too." Vic replied.
"I love you, Victor." I said warmly just before I kissed him again.
"I love you so much." he told me.
I started to leave red marks over his jaw, neck and chest. I trailed my tongue along his collar bone before I left hard, sore bites. He gasped and buried his face in my breasts. Vic left kisses and I took his hat off. I placed it on my own head and brought his face up so he could look at me.
"Vic." I said.
"Hmm..." he muttered.
"I think we should go to bed." I said silkily. Vic nodded and picked me up. I took his hand and tugged him over to the bedroom. I lay back on the bed and watched Vic slip out of what he was wearing. A smile tugged the corner of my lips as Vic crawled up the bed towards me.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? I know I've been gone for a little while. I have an actual excuse though! I've been making jewellery and I've set up an etsy store so I've been consumed with that. If you wan the link you can ask me. Anyway, what about their little argument? Will Vic come to terms with everything? I did plan to write real smut but the chapter got to long. If you want smut tell me. What do you want to see? :)