Vic’s POV

We were only going to be in San Diego for one more day before we had to travel up to San Francisco for the last show of the tour. I honestly couldn’t stand the thought of being away from Eleftheria. Last night was amazing – she was introduced to all of my friends, band-mates, and most of all, me. The real me.

Even after finding out I am in a band, she treats me exactly the same. She’s still sarcastic, witty, and alluring. She’s no different than she was toward me – granted, things are a bit different because of the situation and the fact that I’m not who I originally claimed to be, but she didn’t care.

She spent the night on the tour bus with me. We talked for hours. I learned all about her family, and her heritage, and I told her all about me. I told her about my parents. I told her about high school. I told her about past relationships. She even teased me about my old haircut when I explained it to her. Our conversations were effortless. Our connection was undeniable. She officially knew everything about me, and I knew everything about her.

She slept in my bunk. I got to wrap my arms tightly around her body and fall asleep with her in my arms for the first time since we’d been seeing each other. She slept in one of my t-shirts. She took her makeup off and put her hair up in a ponytail. She slept completely candid, with her natural beautiful glowing as she snuggled into my body.

I woke up before she did, but I didn’t dare to move. I studied every inch of her face. She had some scars, and she had a couple of blemishes here and there – but they were beautiful. Her lips were slightly dry from sleeping with her mouth open all night. She had engaged in a drunken slumber, and her breathing was slightly heavy because of this. I watched her chest as it heaved in her sleep. She took in a deep inhale and I watched as her eyelids slowly opened. She blinked a few times before turning to look at me.

“Good morning,” I said softly. I bent down to kiss her lips, letting myself linger for a bit. “How did you sleep?”

“Comfortably,” she admitted with a slight blush. “Can you kiss me again?”

“Gladly,” I commented as I bent down and connected my lips to hers. This time the kiss was stronger, hungrier, more passionate. “Come with me,” I said against her lips.

“What?” she asked as she pulled away a bit and looked into my eyes.

“Come with me to San Francisco. We’ll only be gone for a day. Please,” I said in a whisper.

She bit her lip and looked down, seeming to contemplate the idea. “I need to get some clothes.”

I smiled widely and pulled her so she was laying on top of me. She bent down and kissed my lips, then kissed all over my face – cheeks, forehead, chin, eyelids, and then back to my lips. “You’re perfect, Vic,” she said shyly.

I pulled her head to the side and began to attack her neck with kisses. She let out a slight moan when I bit her neck. “I want you,” I whispered into her ear, just like she would do to me. I flipped us over so I was hovering over her. We didn’t bother in removing our shirts. I pulled down the basketball shorts I was wearing and simply pushed her underwear aside. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me close to her.

Before I could enter her, she pulled my head down and bit on my earlobe. “You have me,” she whispered.

I shivered just a bit before she tightened her legs around my waist, begging me to move. I pushed myself into her and connected our lips to keep our moans quiet. As I was thrusting, I watched her face. I studied her beauty. I studied her expressions. I placed one hand under her shirt and held onto her breast. I studied the feeling of her skin. The texture of her erect nipple against my palm. I studied everything about her – her whimpers, her grunts, her bites, her kisses, her breathing. I watched her eyes roll back into her head as she reached her climax. She reached up and grabbed at the wooden panels of the bunk above us. Clawing and grabbing at the wood as she tightened around me.

I was falling in love with this girl. I was falling fast and hard, and for the first time in my entire life, I wasn’t afraid of it.

I pulled out of her just before I could finish. She slid her body down and took me into her mouth without hesitation. It was a bit crammed in the bunk, but she somehow made it work. Our hands found each other and she laced her fingers with mine and held them above her head. My other hand was pressed up against the wall by the pillow, while her free hand was grabbing onto just below where her mouth was.

I tried not to let out any words or loud moans as I reached my climax. I released into her mouth, but she kept going without stopping, intensifying the feeling. I wanted to scream out her name at the feeling. I wanted to slam my hand against the wall, anything that could let me express myself, but I had to keep quiet because Jaime was sleeping in the bunk above me and Tony was just across the way in his bunk.

She pulled away from me and slipped herself back up so her head was resting back on my pillow. I looked down at her face as it glistened in a thin layer of sweat. Her ponytail had somehow come loose and her dark, brown hair was fanned out across my pillow with a slight frizz. She pulled my shorts back into place for me and looked up to me and smiled. I slowly lowered myself so I was lying on top of her.

I pressed my lips against hers for a long while. We just lay there, with our lips pressed together while our breathing was exchanged through our noses. I opened my eyes and she did the same. Her lips broke out into a smile against mine and I couldn’t help but mimic her actions. The moment was perfect, and I never wanted it to end. I never wanted Eleftheria to be out of my sight. Not even for a minute.

“Vic,” she said softly against my lips. I pulled up just enough to give her lips room to talk, but not enough to completely lose contact.

“Yeah,” I replied as I continued to search her eyes.

“I’m falling in love with you.”

“Are you scared?”

She took in a deep breath. “No,” she said as she exhaled and shook her head.

“Me neither,” I said with a small grin. She wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me down so I was putting all of my weight on her. She held onto me and I wrapped my arms around her middle. I turned over so I was lying on the bed facing her.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I said softly as I gently brushed some of her hair away from her face.

-

I walked into Eleftheria’s house with her. Her hand tangled in mine as we entered.

“Hey you guys,” Maggie said. She looked up from the couch with a large smile. She looked down at our hands. “Aw, does my little Theria have a boyfriend?”

“Yeah,” I said softly. “She does.”

“I still can’t believe that all of this happened. My best friend is dating the lead singer of my favorite band. This can’t be real life.”

“I really hope it is,” Eleftheria laughed as she led me toward the hallway.

“Please don’t go fuck while I’m in the living room,” Maggie said with a pout. “Not today. Not when I have a hangover.”

“We’re not going to,” Eleftheria said with a blush. “I am going to pack a bag. I’m going to go with the guys to San Francisco. I should be back in a couple of nights.”

“If I ever let her come home,” I shrugged. “I’m thinking about maybe keeping her forever.”

“I’m not going to be your sex slave, Vic,” Eleftheria laughed and rolled her eyes.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll let you cook, too.”

“You guys are so fucking perfect it makes me sick. Go away!” Maggie threw a throw pillow toward us as we quickly scurried down the hallway in a fit of giggles. I felt so alive with Eleftheria. So giddy and so happy.

“Help me pack? I don’t know what to wear to a concert, honestly,” she pouted a bit and headed over to her closet.

I looked over her body. She had put her clothes back on from the night before since she didn’t have any other clothes to wear. “What’s wrong with how you dressed to the show last night? I think you look fantastic,” I said with a shrug. I met her side and stared at her clothes.

She began pulling out random articles of clothing, asking me for my opinion. For every single shirt she showed me I simply said, “It’s gorgeous” or “I like that” or “Wear that” and I could tell that she was starting to get slightly annoyed with the fact that we were getting nowhere because I wasn’t much help to her packing. Everything she showed me was perfectly fine, and honestly, it didn’t matter what she wore. It didn’t matter to me because she would look beautiful in just about anything.

“I’m done asking you,” she laughed as she shoved me back onto her bed. I fell backwards and laughed as my head hit the pillows. “I’ll just pack a few things in case I change my mind.”

“You don’t need to pack anything, really. You can just wear my t-shirts with nothing underneath,” I smiled. “And when you’re not wearing that, you can be naked and just wait for me in my bunk.”

“I already told you I’m not going to be your sex slave,” she laughed and I could almost hear the eye roll in her voice. She kept her gaze on her closet as she dug through the clothes hanging up. She pulled a few things out and tossed them over to the bed.

I got up and grabbed her hips while I placed a gentle kiss to her neck. “I just can’t believe you’re here with me. I just want to make love to you ever second I can. I feel like you’re going to slip through my fingers.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Vic. Unless it’s with you.”

I smiled against her neck and pulled her tightly against me.

“I need to finish packing, Vic,” she sighed as she leaned into my touch. “Um, where am I sleeping tonight? Are you picking me up in the morning?”

“No,” I said with a sigh. “I want you to come to my house for once.”

“But your parents will be there, won’t they?”

“They’re dying to meet you,” I replied simply.

“Oh,” I felt her body tense up just a bit. “I better go shower and get ready then.”

-

Just as I expected, my parents were elated to see that I had brought a girl home for them to meet. Of course Mike had already told them that I had been sleeping with someone, and my mother was shocked that I was actually bringing her home. And she was even more shocked when she figured out that Eleftheria was now my girlfriend. My father really loved her, I could tell as soon as she told them her name in her gorgeous accent. My dad always appreciated different cultures and their accents.

“I can’t believe they loved me so much,” Eleftheria gushed as she took a seat on my bed. Her eyes were darting around my room, looking back and forth from poster to picture, from wall to floor, from desk to chair, from dresser to closet. She was surveying the room and taking every little detail in.

“I knew they would,” I said as I shut the door. “What’d you think about them?”

“They’re so friendly. Your father reminds me a lot of my grandfather. Very confident and outgoing, but only in so many words. I already feel close to them.”

“Yep, that pretty much sums him up. I’m really glad you like them. Family means a lot to me.”

“Me, too,” she gave me a large smile, and for a moment I thought about our future. I thought about a family with her. I thought about how gorgeous our children would be – curly brown hair, naturally tanned skin…I pulled myself from my thoughts. I didn’t want to make myself fall in love with her, even though I was pretty certain that I already had fallen in love with her.

“Oh!” I said quickly, remembering something. I walked over to my dresser and picked up the simple, gold nose stud that was sitting on my dresser. The gold stud from the first night that we had met. “This is yours.”

I placed it into her hand and after inspecting her hand, trying to see what I had given her, her eyes lit up and a large smile consumed her face. “My nose ring! Where was it?” she asked.

“In the van. From the first night we met.”

“You’ve had it all this time?” she asked as she dusted it off and pushed the stud back into her nose. “Thank goodness my piercing didn’t close after all this time.”

The door suddenly opened and Mike stood in the doorway with a large smile. “So looks like you’re my sister-in-law, then?” he asked with a smirk.

“Mike!” I exclaimed, afraid that he might scare Eleftheria with his comments. We had just barely gotten back into each other’s lives, and I didn’t want her to think that marriage was going to come soon.

She shrugged with a smirk. “Evidently so,” she replied, casually.

Mike’s draw dropped just a bit at her response. “You pass the test,” he said with a large grin. “You didn’t become overly excited or try to run – which I was assuming you would do one of the two. Definitely a keeper. Welcome to the Fuentes family.”

“Glad to be a part of it,” she smiled shyly and looked down at her hands as her thumbs began to roll around. Her cheeks were red and her breathing was a bit heavier. She looked adorable.

“Mike, I have some business to attend to,” I said quickly. I walked up to the door and shut it in Mike’s face, ignoring his protests and attempts to stop me. I locked the door this time and turned my attention back to Eleftheria who was already removing her shirt before I could even push the lock in all the way.

Notes

A shorter chapter. Sorry about that. Only a few more chapters left of this story. Sorry folks. I didn't intend on this being very long. It was just a small idea I had.

I will be releasing another Vic story once this one is completed, however. And of course I still have my Mike, Jaime, and Tony stories for you to all read :)

Let me know what you think. Your comments are appreciated. xoxo.