Throwing Stones at Glass Houses

I woke up the next morning still frozen. Vic was still sleeping. I laid still in his arms. I took my finger and made shapes on his chest and stomach. "Morning beautiful," he said stretching a bit. I straddled Vic by his mid section and kissed him. I collapsed back into his chest and laid flat. Vic put his hands on my hips. Vic yawned. It was early. "Why are you up this early," he asked pressing his nose to mine. I interlaced my fingers with his. "I couldn't sleep," I said. Vic was a very different type of guy. I wasn't used to someone that was like him. As Jack would say, "He's a very sexually demanding person." I really didn't know what he means by that. Jack has always kept me away from everything. He's always hid me from anything that can potentially harm me. Which is why I'm still not a hundred percent certain on what Vic wants me to do with him. "Why don't we get something to eat," Vic said breaking my thoughts. Vic got out of bed. I looked at him. Gosh was he hot. I felt attracted to him in a way I have never been before. I felt like all I wanted to was just kiss him and run my hands through his hair. I bit my lip. "What," Vic said running his fingers in his hair. I played with my cross. "Are you getting turned on," Vic said looking at me with much lust. I bit my lip harder, "Stop it," I said looking away from him. He chuckled, "Come on. I'll make breakfast." We headed into the kitchen and made pancakes, or at least tried to. "Damn the power is still out," Vic said trying to turn the stove on. I snaked my arms around his waist from the front. "Aren't you cold," I asked him pecking at his lips. He smiled, "No, are you?" I snuggled into him, "I'm freezing." He pushed his nose against mine. "Your nose is cold," he said kissing my forehead. "I told you I'm freezing," I said interlacing my fingers with Vic's. "I'll make a fire," Vic said heading towards the den. He threw some wood in the fire place and grabbed the lighter. Vic lifted me up and sat me on the counter. I sat there twittling my thumbs. "Come on," Vic said grabbing my hands. I hopped off of the counter. Vic had laid out a blanket in front of the fire place. I sat on the floor and pulled my knees in my chest. Vic sat next to me and pulled me into his lap. He grabbed another blanket and put it on me. Vic wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on the top of my head. I put my hands on his. "You warm yet," he asked kissing the top of my head. I looked up at Vic. "No," I said smiling and nodding my head no. Vic pulled me tighter to him. "Morning Vic," Mike said coming down the steps, "oh hey Stella." I smiled at him. Mike sat on the couch behind us. "Hey Mike, why don't you go out and get breakfast. The power is still out," Vic said looking at him. Vic was trying to hint at Mike that he wanted him to leave. Even I could tell. "Oh okay. I'll go get something," Mike said understanding what he meant now. Mike opened the front door and headed out into the snow. I turned around and faced Vic. Vic was playing with my hair. He was twirling my hair on his finger. I wrapped my arms on his neck and pressed my nose to his. I felt his nose ring against my nose. It tickled. I laughed a bit. "What's so funny," Vic asked still playing with my hair. I giggled, "Your nose ring is tickling my nose." He laughed at me and laid on his back. I was sitting on his legs looking down at him. He was still shirtless. "Gosh Vic put a shirt on," I said covering my eyes. "Come on you know you love all of this," he said laughing. I opened my finger to peak through at him. He was sticking his tongue out at me. Vic pulled me down on top of him. I put my hands on the sides of his head and held myself up. His hands were on my sides. "I love you," Vic gently whispered to me. I gently brought myself to lay down on him. I pressed my lips against his. He pulled my body closer and closer to him. He rolled me over so he was on top of me. I put my hands on Vic's back. It was getting hotter in here than before. I felt like each time Vic kisses me I fall more and more in love with him. Vic's hands went under my shirt and onto my stomach and didn't move. I put my hands on his chest and then put them back around his neck. I ran my hands through Vic's hair. I felt Vic's hands fiddling with the drawstring of the sweat pants I was wearing. I knew what he wanted but I also knew he was holding back because of what happened last night. "Vic, it's alright," I said whispering in his ear. He continued kissing me and reached for the sweats again. I felt his lips leave mine as he pulled my sweats off. He continued kissing me again. It was getting hotter and hotter in here, or maybe it was just us. "Sure you want this," Vic said looking in my eyes. I nodded with certainty. Vic continued kissing me again. He took his shorts off and threw them over by where the sweats were. Vic's hands crept up the back of my shirt and went up. I felt his hand fiddle around looking to unhook my bra. I laughed as I continued to kiss Vic. He got frustrated and reached for the hem of my shirt. He pulled it up over my head and laid back on top of me. Vic put his hands on my back again fiddling around with my bra again. "Vic," I said pulling away from the kiss. I laughed. "What," he said still fiddling with it. "The front," I said still laughing. "You couldn't have told me that before," he said kissing me again. His hands reached for the front just as the front door opened. Vic cover my body from sight with his. "Guys I'm home," Mike said walking into the den. He looked at the pile of clothes on the floor and Vic who was shielding my body from his brother's view. "Why do I always come in at a bad time," he said walking to the kitchen. Vic stood up and helped me up. He slipped his shorts on and handed me my clothes. I looked at my reflection in the television. I had never really realized how skinny I really was. My ribs stuck out a bit making me look almost anorexic. I slipped Vic's sweats on quickly and pulled my t-shirt back on. Vic grabbed a shirt from the laundry basket in the living room and slipped it on. I grabbed Vic's hand and we headed into the kitchen.