Won't Go Home Without You

I leaned against the frame of the open door and watched as everyone cleared out of the house, everyone finding a designated driver. I kissed Erin on the cheek as she left with Tony and Jaxin, doing the same with Alysha while Mike gave me a playful, dirty look. “Keep your lips to yourself, esa,” he threatened. “This is my woman.”

“Culo,” I spat before smiling, an amused giggled erupting in my chest.

“What does that mean?” Alysha asked with a laugh, leaning into Mike.

“Ass,” I said frankly, laughing again.

“Oh, my baby,” Alysha pouted with a chuckle, stroking Mike’s cheek when he began to sob like a child, holding his hands to his chest and his shoulders moving up and down with his cries. “Amazing party, Sofia, but I gotta take this baby home,” she laughed, steering Mike away from me and walking towards their car.

“See ya guys later,” I yelled as they descended the steps.

Kellin suddenly appeared by my side, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and nuzzling his nose in my hair. “Hi, Kels,” I smiled at him, seeing that he had his jacket on and his car keys in one hand. “Where ya going?”

“Tristan couldn’t make it to the party, obviously, so I’m meeting him at some bar for drinks,” he boasted, grinning at me mischieviously.

“Drinks? Should I drive you there and then you can take a cab home?” I asked him cautiously. Kellin was my baby child and I didn’t want him driving home intoxicated.

“Don’t worry mother,” he groaned. “I’m not gunna buy into his charms… I’ll hardly even be tipsy by the time I get home. You know how I get when I’m dru-”

“Slutty,” I interrupted him with a serious frown.

“Fuck you,” he laughed continuing. “But anyways, yeah! I’ll be home in a few hours, standing upright, unlike Jaime.”

“Be safe, baby,” I warned, kissing his cheek before watching him skip over to his car.

Jaime and Danielle were the last ones out of the house. Jaime leaned on the frame of the door, half of his body outside and the other half lingering inside. “Greaaat party, my friend,” he smiled at me, his body swaying slightly. He stared at me with droopy eyes, a small laugh coming out of his mouth which sounded more like a snort. “Great, great, great, great…”

“Tony,” I called out lazily, looking past Jaime to Tony who was climbing the steps of my house with an amused smile on his face. “Please take care of him.”

“Don’t worry,” he laughed, wrapping one arm around Jaime’s waist and steering him away from the door. “I’ll take him home to Jessica.”

“Good idea,” I smiled. “I don’t want to be the one to hear about his hangover in the morning.” I watched Tony practically carry Jaime down the steps, guiding him to his car where Erin was waiting with the door to the backseat wide open. “Te amo mi hijos,” I called out, waving before turning and closing the door behind me.

“I love you, okay? I never meant what I said in the car, really, Vic,” her voice cooed from the kitchen. I leaned against the door, secretly listening to what they were saying. I knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but also, I couldn’t just walk in there in the middle of what sounded like a serious conversation.

“You know, you say that a lot,” an exasperated Vic grumbled. “But then, the next day, you’re right back at it again.”

“But, baby,” Danielle whined. “I’m sorry…”

“You say that every single, fucking time, Dani… and honestly, I’m tired of hearing it when it’s not sincere.”

There was a few seconds of complete silence, and my heart thumped against my chest and it felt as if I couldn’t breathe. I don’t know why their conversation was bothering me so much; I was just a girl that Vic snuck around with. I wasn’t his girlfriend, Danielle was.

Suddenly, there was a small sound of rustling, and I leaned up on the door to seem as if I wasn’t listening in. “Baby,” Danielle said again, her voice a little lower. “I really mean it this time. I’ll work on controlling what I say, I promise.” I rolled my eyes at her words, stomach turning when the smack of their lips could be heard from the kitchen.

“Okay,” Vic said quietly, his voice rich but saddened.


“My flight leaves in 2 hours, so I better get going. I love you,” she said, her voice getting louder. I spun around and pretended that I was checking the locks on the doors, turning only when I knew it was the appropriate time. “I’ll call you when I land, and then I’ll call you again after the photoshoot to tell you how it meant, ‘kay?” Vic’s eyes locked on mine as they both turned the corner, and he just looked so tired, as if he hasn’t had any sleep in days. “Okay, Vic?” Danielle repeated when he didn’t respond. He nodded sadly, humming in his throat. Danielle turned to me and smiled widely, opening her arms and squeezing me into her chest. “Rad party, Sofia!” She squealed. “And congrats on the new job! I’m gonna have to come in one day and get a new tattoo,” she laughed.

“Definitely,” I smiled, hugging her back.

“Bye, Sofia… Bye, Vic,” she added with a little airblown kiss, and then she was out the door, scurrying down the stairs and hopping into her car. I immediately locked the door behind me and turned to face Vic. He was rubbing his face, as if to rub the tiredness away.

“What did she say?” I demanded softly, furrowing my eyebrows together and crossing my arms.

Vic shook his head from side to side slowly, letting his arms fall to the side. He looked at me with his tired eyes before closing the distance between us. He wrapped his strong arms around me, engulfing me in his fresh-linen smell. I wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my face into his chest. We swayed slightly, moving to music that I imagined drifted through the room. I could feel Vic’s hand caress the back of my head, stroking down my untamable hair. We stood there in each other’s arms for a few silent minutes, breathing in each other’s company. After awhile, I pulled away slightly, cupping his face in my hands. I looked into his eyes, the soft, brown orbs taken over by sadness. He closed them and sighed, “She makes things so fucking difficult.”

I frowned. “Go take a long shower, baby, as long as you want. I know how much long showers help your mood, okay?” Vic nodded, leaning forward and pressed his lips to mine sweetly. With one last squeeze, he let go of me and sulked up the stairs to my bathroom.

While Vic was in the shower, I did a little cleaning. I took all of the empty bottles of beers, crushed cans, forgotten paper plates, and scattered plastic cups and threw them all in the recycling bin. I put all of the bags of chips, hotdog and hamburger buns, and other snacks back into the pantry, ready to eat for another time. I stacked all of the unopened beers into the fridge, then cleaned off the countertops and swept the floor in the kitchen.

After I was done cleaning, I ran up the stairs, taking two at a time. When I entered my bedroom, Vic was still in the shower, the water beating against the shower floor and the steam sneaking under the crack of the door. My bedroom was small, the walls covered in band posters, mexican tarps and polaroids. Candles with Guadalupe painted on the glass were set on top of mostly every open space, along with a few rosaries; I wasn’t completely, over-the-top, Jesus-freak religious, but my mother basically raised me on Catholicism, and once I had moved out of my mother’s house, my commitment lessened. A record player sat on its own little desk, a box full of vinyls sitting next to it. To the left of the record player was a huge bookshelf, stuffed with novels that I began collecting during my freshman year in high school. I walked over to the windows, which were as tall as me, opening them and letting the warm, San Diego breeze drift through the room. The soft wind lifted my hair, feeling so nice against my skin that I closed my eyes in content, breathing in the sea air. I could hear the waves gently crashing onto the beach underneath me, and the big, yellow moon reflected across the water.

Sighing, I pivoted on my heal, shuffling into my walk-in closet. I stepped out of my high-waisted shorts and pulled my crop-top over my head, walking around the closet half-naked. I unhooked my bra and changed my undies, deciding on a pair of black, lacy cheekies. I threw on a over-sized 1975 t-shirt, the collar hanging over my shoulder. After I was dressed, I chose a random book from my shelf then plopped into my unmade bed. I sighed, still hearing the shower going even though it’s been a little over an hour. Settling into the pillows, I flipped open the book Brave New World by Aldous Huxley, smirking at the first page.

Another half an hour passed before Vic emerged from the bathroom, his long hair fluffy and slightly wet and a towel tied around his waist. I watched him from the corner of eye. He disappeared in my closet, coming back not a minute later with a fresh pair of boxers on. He tossed his used towel into the hamper and climbed into bed with me. I set my book on the floor and turned off the bedside lamp, feeling the blankets rise then fall around me. When I turned onto my side to face him, he was already pulling me into his arms. I pushed him lightly so that I was sort of laying on top of him. My cheek was pressed to his warm neck, my arm was laying over his chest where my hand was reaching up to play with his hair, and my leg was in between his. “I wish it was always like this,” I heard him whisper. I propped my head up by my chin and looked at his face in the dark, searching for any emotion.

“I know,” I told him quietly,closing my eyes when his fingers began to run through my hair.

“I wish we didn’t have to sneak around like this,” he added.

“I know,” I repeated.

“I could break it off with Danielle,” he mused. “You could live with Mike and I and you could paint me pictures when I’m sad and I could play guitar for you when you can’t sleep…”

“You know that can’t happen.”

“But it can… it really can.”

“Vic, things aren’t that simple,” I told him, shifting my position so that I was straddling his hips. His hands immediately went to my sides, his hands sneaking up the shirt I was wearing and his thumbs rubbing circles on to my ribs.

“I want them to be,” he said, pouting. I smiled at him sadly, cupping his face in my hands. I leaned down, pressing my lips to his. Vic responded quickly, moving his mouth on mine and trailed his hands down my back, settling on my bum. His fingers kneaded into my cheeks, squeezing and forcing me down on to him. I could feel his hard-on against me, and the pressure that I was grinding on to him caused him to part his lips, a shaky sighing making its way into my mouth. Slowly turning us around, Vic settled my head on the pillow under me and pressed his hips into mine. I leaned forward slightly so that he could pull my shirt over my head. His lips trailed down my neck, paying extra attention to the sensitive parts. I closed my eyes and let my hands tangle in his soft, long hair. He kissed down my body, passing my breasts and going straight down in between my legs. I threw the thin blanket aside so that I could see him, right when he left a sensual kiss over my panties. My head rolled back on the pillow, and I sighed shakily. He pulled my panties down over my ankles, leaving an open mouth kiss on my clit before circling his tongue around it. My grip on his hair tightened and a soft moan caught in my throat. My thighs trembled and the sight of his head in between my legs was enough to drive me crazy.

Vic changed his path and started to peck my inner thighs, pushing my legs apart. He pulled down his boxers so his dick sprung free and he hovered over me, staring right into my eyes as he pushed in. I gasped quietly, my fingernails sinking into his shoulders. His hips slowly rolled into mine, sliding in and out of me lovingly.

Vic intertwined our fingers, forcing my hands above my head. I was completely powerless now, vulnerable and exposed, and it’s not that I actually had a problem with it. I looked up at him, his lips chapped and swollen and his mouth slightly agape. He stared down at me, his eyes lidded but his pupils blown with concentration and want.

I stared right back, tiny gasps and sighs eliciting from me, trying to keep quiet. Maybe it was for the fear of being caught, or the fact that it was much more special to stay quiet. His thrusts were slow and loving; it’s always been that way with Vic. He took his time with me, as if he wanted me to be fully satisfied until I was spent, and I loved that about him. Everything with him was intimate, even the simplest, most innocent touches were edged with intimacy.

Minutes passed by before I was digging my fingernails into my palms, my gasps shallowing and turning heavy. “Vic,” I moaned quietly, arching my back and squirming in his hold and wanting to be freed. He got the hint right away, letting go of my wrists and holding on to the pillow under my head. My hands went straight to his back, where my fingernails dug into the skin feverishly and dragged upwards. Vic groaned into my neck, his thrusts gaining speed. He hit that one spot inside of me that made all of the walls around me crumble down, and I knew he was waiting to hit that spot for the perfect moment. I finally moaned loudly, calling out his name desperately. “Vic,” I cried, “Vic, I’m gunna… Oh, I’m gunna-”

Vic’s hands tangled into my hair, yanking as his aim grew misdirected and sloppy. His groans sent shivers and a hot flame to run over my skin, bringing me closer. My moans turned breathy quickly, and my climax came even quicker. I shook in his arms, the hairs on my arms standing up and my toes curling. I helped Vic come shortly after me, moving my hips to meet his and running my fingers through his hair. He moaned shamelessly into my shoulder, coming and riding out his high for a few more seconds until he was too sensitive to continue. He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily and the muscles in his arms losing momentum. He shook slightly and I held him close, fingers tracing the grooves of his spine. “It’s never like this with her,” he said quietly, his voice shaky and raspy. “I never feel this way with her…” I nodded, pulling him closer, if that was possible, kissing his hair. I wanted to say something, but Vic was already asleep, his breathing slow.

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