Beauty Queen in Tears

I rolled over to lay on my stomach, heart still hammering loudly in my chest. Vic was huffing from beside me, struggling to catch his breath. He laid a hand on the small of my back, clammy fingers tracing gentle shapes over my sticky skin. I pushed the hair that was stuck to my forehead to the side, turning my head to glance at his utterly defeated figure. He was laying on his back, chest heaving up and down with each breath he took. His hair was matted to his face from the sweat but he wore the biggest smile I had ever seen on that goofy face of his. I leaned over to kiss the corners of his lips, snuggling myself in the crook of his neck. I didn't know what to say... I was completely overwhelmed with everything that I was feeling in that very moment. I couldn't remember the last time sex actually meant something to me.

Every single time before him I felt... disgusting afterwards, like I was only being used for my body, as if I had nothing else to offer. This time, with Vic, I felt completely content. I felt happy, satiated, hopeful... I almost forgot about the outside forces that were doing everything in their power to drag me down with them. Honestly, the urge to cry was strong, but I held it together. I couldn't make it a habit to cry in front of Vic, regardless of how good he was at comforting me.

"You're quiet. Did you-- ah, fuck, please tell me you-"

"Shhh," I placed the palm of my hand over his mouth, kissing at the side of his face sloppily. "I did, you idiot. Calm down." I rolled my eyes at him, gaze settling on the glimmer of his nose ring in the mellow moonlight, a sight that was quickly becoming my favorite. "Couldn't you tell from the dramatic body spasms I was having?"

He chuckled and let out a sigh of relief, his hand delivering soft strokes down the side of my bare body. "My bad, homie. I just wanted to make sure. Although, I won't lie to you --... I was kind of looking for an excuse to go down on you again."

I could only scoff at his words, smirking to myself as I kissed at his neck. "As if you ever needed an excuse for that."

"Oh yeah?" He sat up suddenly, causing my body to bounce against the mattress momentarily.

"Yeah." I squinted, trying to make out the form of his body.

I squealed the moment I felt his hands wrap around my ankles. He wasted no time in tugging me towards the edge of his bed, lips warm and gentle as they kissed their ways up my thigh. "Prepare for round two." He muttered, leaving a bite on the flesh of my inner thigh.

I groaned out loud, fingers digging into his hair. "I was born ready."

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The next morning, I woke up sore all over. Which was expected, considering the wild, but long overdue, night before. I sat up and yawned, stretching my arms over my head to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling in the small of my back. I glanced at Vic's sleeping body beside me and leaned over to give him a quick peck on his forehead. I tiptoed out of bed and went to the bathroom, beginning my usual morning routine. Emptying my bladder, washing my face, and brushing my teeth. I returned to his bedroom, picking up the shirt he wore last night, and threw it over my head. I wandered out into the kitchen, leaning against the counter for a moment before deciding that I should surprise him with breakfast in bed.

I was quick to begin, grabbing bowls out of the cabinets and ingredients out of the fridge. I cracked a couple of eggs into the bowl, lifting a fork out of the dish rack to give it a quick whisk. It was then that I noticed just how many eggshells made it into the bowl. I groaned and took a couple of minutes to pick all of the pieces out, grinning triumphantly when I finished the first obstacle. I placed a pan on the stove, turning the heat on to high. (This would make it cook faster, right?) I dug through the cupboards to search for spices and seasonings, cradling a bunch in my arms and dropping them all onto the counter. I didn't really know what I was doing... throwing absolutely anything into the egg batter.

After adding a little bit of everything, I dumped the mixture onto the pan, and moved over to the fridge to find something else to prepare. I grabbed a package of chorizo and a container of cherry tomatoes, adding the items to the rest of the mess on the counters. He had several different types of fruit sitting in a bowl on the center of the kitchen table. It was then that a bright idea popped into my head. There were too many salty items, I needed something sweet to make it a hearty breakfast. I grabbed a knife and then a couple of apples, bananas, and oranges. I chopped everything finely, although terribly, and tossed it into another bowl.
I stared at the fruit salad proudly, nose tickling at the scent of something burning... something burning...

"Shit, the eggs!" I spun around quickly and was met with the sight of smoke surrounding the pan of what was supposed to be scrambled eggs. "God, you fucking idiot... how could you forget the damn eggs?" I hissed at myself, fanning at the smoke as I struggled to turn the stove off. I wrapped my hand around a rag and practically threw the pan into the sink, turning the water on in an attempt to alleviate the smoke... only to fuck it up even more.
Moments later the smoke alarm started blaring throughout the house, causing my mental breakdown to worsen. "No, no, no." I whined, waving the dish rag underneath the smoke alarm in hopes of dispersing the smoke. "Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up."

I could hear Vic running towards the kitchen, eyes wide as he tried to make sense of the scene that was unfolding in front of him. "I just wanted to surprise you with breakfast." I said with a pout as he sprung into action. He was quick to grab a chair and press a button on the smoke alarm, instantly shutting the noise off. I massaged at my temples, plopping down onto one of the chairs. He stood there, BUTT NAKED, and surveyed the mess I made of his kitchen.

"Oh, babe..." He muttered, laughing as he tucked the chair back in place.

I buried my head in my hands, embarrassed at my attempt of a romantic breakfast in bed. "I don't know what I was even thinking..." I looked up at him, trying to avoid staring at Victor Jr. "I've never, and I mean NEVER, actually made something without burning it. I've had live-in cooks all my life. I'm a spoiled brat."

"Even so, you're the cutest spoiled brat I've ever met." He leaned over to press a kiss on the top of my head, "baby, go get dressed. I'm gonna clean this up and then we can go get brunch, okay?"

I nodded, getting up without any arguments, only to linger under the kitchen's entrance. I leaned against the frame as I watched Vic's naked body darting around the kitchen trying to clean the mess that I created. With a smirk on my face, I skipped over to him, groping his butt and burying my face in the middle of his back. "Hey, sexy, you come here often?"

He almost jumped out of his skin, slapping my hand away from his behind. "Jesus, Sydney. Don't objectify me like this..."

I stuck my tongue out at him, giving his butt a nice little spank before scampering off to the bedroom. I looked around like a madwoman for the backpack of clothes that I packed the day before, finding it underneath the clothing that was shed last night. I sat down on the edge of the bed, bottom lip caught in between my teeth as I began to think back on the night before. God... I placed both hands on my warm cheeks, lifting my head to stare at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a perfectly poached lobster.

I got up to take a closer look of myself, tucking loose strands of hair behind my ears. When did I put my hair up? Probably sometime last night considering it kept getting in the way...
"We get it... you're pretty."

My head snapped towards the voice coming from the doorway, Vic leaning in with the biggest of smiles on his lips. "Didn't I tell you to shower? Why are you just staring at yourself in the mirror?"

If possible, my face only turned even more red.

"Whoa... what is this? Did I make the great Sydney Reinaldo blush?"

He took a step towards me... and my first instinct was to take a step back.

He chuckled and grabbed my arm firmly, pulling me into his chest. His gaze was unnerving, the proximity of his STILL naked body throwing me off balance. (Seriously, why was he still naked?) Vic pressed his lips against my own, his free hand creeping up my shirt to grip at my waist.

I pushed him off of me gently, "I'm supposed to be showering, yeah? So get off me, you perv."

He scoffs but doesn't argue, holding both of his hands up defensively.

I covered my eyes playfully. "Please put that thing away. I don't wanna stare at it anymore."
"That's not what you were saying last night."

I yanked my hands away from my face to stare at him in disbelief, his absolutely adorable smile melting me to the core. I opened my mouth, hoping to say something witty, only to come up short. "Whatever, I'm just going to shower now."

"Good," he replied, following behind me, "I'm coming with you."

Notes

this is a filler. 100% a filler but like i've mentioned a trillion times. i have a bunch of things planned for this story. insane things. dramatic things. crazy things. i'm just not sure if anyone's still around to read them :--( anyways, i have a writing tumblr right HERE where you can request one shots/suggest ideas.