Sid & Vic - At it again... (Closed)

[KattDclaw]

The knock on Vic's door came late in the evening. It was the waning period of time when things were winding down, clubs were closing, people were retching in the street or stumbling home to get lucky (sometimes both). Others had long since settled in for some much needed rest. Typically, Sidney Gunn would have lumped herself into one of those categories, along with staring bleary eyed at the TV screen or computer monitor. Not tonight though. It was something she rarely did, something that wasn't really in her character. But even Sidney Gunn could be desperate.

That's how she felt tonight; sitting huddled in the cab of her beat up green Oldsmobile. A cigarette dangled from between her plush lips, twitching occasionally as she rolled it from side to side, taking puffs ever now and then. Long, slender digits held tightly to the faded wheel before her, the frayed material of her fingerless black gloves blending into the darkness of her over-sized black hoodie. The hood was drawn securely over her head, along with a dull gray wool beanie, completely covered her neon teal locks. A few strands poked out from the sides here and there, but for the most part they were hidden. If it hadn't been so late at night she would have dawned a pair of sunglasses, instead she opted to tug down the tip of her hood further, trying to melt into the warm folds of her jacket. It was a different style of dress that Sid sported tonight, something far lower key for the bright spitfire. Gone was her camouflage jacket several sizes too big for her build, or the teeny tiny shorts and violently loud leggings. In their place was a T-shirt two sizes too big (with no logo mind you) and a pair of old jeans. She finished it off with a pair of sneakers that had seen better days decades ago. It was an unflattering style, something one wore when they didn't want to be noticed or were just feeling like shit (or was still into that black T-shirt and jeans phase). Certainly not Sid's style, but it served its purpose tonight. Sid was out for a singular purpose tonight, one that rarely fit her style.

Sid was on the run.

Not from the law or anything illegal mind you. It was a situation of her own doing, one for which she was horribly inadequate to handle on her own. Never one to ask for help, Sid had let the situation simmer to an uncontrollable level. She hadn't intended for that, after all she had dealt with it as she had most others. She tried to simply ignore it. The whole thing had started innocently enough when Sid got a bug up her butt about working out. But she couldn't settle for just anyway of staying fit, nah, not Sid. After weighing her options with a few google searches she had decided upon taking up learning Karv Maga. Why not? A little self defense never hurt right? Being able to kick some ass was always appealing and it would do for Sid's definition of fitness. The fact that the trainer was super hot was just another feather in her cap. Not surprisingly he expressed an interest in the lovely little vixen that was Sid Gunn. She enjoyed it, after all he wasn't a neckbeard staring at her tits but more like Adonis in the flesh. Her first line was asking about grating cheese on his abs, because, well, even her flirting was pretty crude. But it worked; she could get away with murder sometimes when she flashed that sinner's smile and nibbled her bottom lip. Sid's attention lingered for about as long as desire to keep up the arduous physical activity of learning a fighting style, which was about a week or so. Like a spoiled little brat she callously tossed her new toy aside when she got 'bored'. Sure, Stefan was drop dead gorgeous, with a body that anyone would drool over and very well-endowed, along with not being too shabby in the sack. But they had absolutely nothing in common. For Sid the fitness thing was a passing interest, a fad that she would quickly forget about. She had no desire to expand upon it, running, lifting, weights, oh hell no! For Stefan that stuff was life, turned out he was one of those people that could have a conversation about running and be serious.

Sid got bored with him all too quickly and did what she always did. She just fell off the face of the earth. She had only been to his place a few times, luckily they hadn't ever found themselves back at her place. So it was easy to just disappear. She stopped coming to the gym, stopped answering his texts and voice messages. And that was that, until tonight. By now she had deleted his number and forgotten about the pretty, stupid instructor. So when the text flashed across her smart phone she had barely paid it attention. At first it didn't even register who it was. At this point Stefan had long since dropped the facade of being a friendly, good-natured sports freak. To Sid's chagrin he turned out to be a clingy dickwat, one of those that doesn't take no for an answer. The text was more or less a threat; she had made a mistake snubbing someone like him. Sid, who had already finished off a bowl of the finest green and washed it down with half a bottle of spiced rum, was really tired of his shit. She finally decided to respond back to him, giving him a verbal tirade that would make a sailor blush. Content that she had finished it, the next text sucker punched her so hard she snapped sober within an instant. She had finished her text with an offer to eat her shit directly from her ass. So when he took her up on that offer, spelling out her address along with apartment number, well, that got Sid's attention. Her drug addled mind couldn't fathom how he could have tracked her down. Not once did she consider the fact she had written it down several times when she signed up for classes at the gym a few weeks earlier.


Her mind couldn't register her actions as Sid ran around her apartment, throwing on anything that would render her incognito. She barely remembered to grab her car keys and wallet as she made a mad dash to her car. She clutched her pocket knife as she walked as casually as she could, not that the tiny knife would do her any good against someone who trained people to disarm others of said pointy objects. Much to her relief she saw neither hide nor hair of Stefan as she leapt into her car and peeled out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. She had no idea where to go, who to go to or what to do. After driving about with no destination in mind Sid finally found herself out MacGregor's. The bar was packed this time of night, it was the perfect place to linger and feel some safety. Duke, the doorman, was at his regular post, which brought about a mild sense of comfort. It was enough that Sid could sit in a booth, drown her sorrows and think. She did very little of the later and much of the former. By closing time Sid was three sheets to the wind and just as lost as when she started. She stumbled out without much fanfare, ducking into her car and lurching off into the night. She told herself she couldn't think of anything, anyone to go to, but that was just a lie she had swallowed all night.

That's how she ended up here, her car idling in front of Vic's building. She knew she could turn to him, if there was anyone that would accept her into his house without question it was that bastard. She also knew why he could do that, the uncomfortable and terrifying reality that he had feelings for her. Beyond just that near perfect ass and dirty mouth, or her impressive gaming skills. Somehow, for reasons beyond her understanding, he liked her. She knew it, hell, he told her at least once before. But that kind of shit was too much for her free spirit to deal with, so she did just what she had done to Stefan. The irony of turning to Vic for help wasn't beyond her, if anything she could find some dark, sick humor in it even as she fought with herself to get out of the car. Swallowing her pride was something Sid rarely did, by now the thing was so big she surely couldn't get it into her mouth. Her mind reeled as she finished cigarette after cigarette, addled by the booze, trying to figure out her angle. Anything besides telling him the truth. This whole thing was just temporary, Stefan would lose interest soon enough and move on, Sid could go back to being her horrible self and world would keep on trucking. So Vic didn't really have to know anything, right? All she needed was a reason, something that he would buy at face value. That was when it hit her, the thought brought a smile to her lips before she ripped the cigarette from between them and tossed it out the opened door. Quickly Sid pushed up from the car seat, far too quickly for her body to properly react. She stumbled, catching herself on the wall before she pushed up and shuffled her way towards the entrance. All she had to do was play it cool, be her typical aloof self, maybe throw on a little sexiness, some seduction for good measure. Easier said than done, especially for a drunk Sid. One was never as charismatic as their drunken self thought, Sid was no exception.

She made her way through the hallways on pure instinct alone, stumbling a few times as she used the wall to brace herself. By the time she got to Vic’s door she was breathless, her cheeks flushed a rosy hue, along with the tip of her nose. Without a second thought Sid pounded on the door, a thunderous boom that lasted for several seconds as she continued.

“Vic! C’mon, open up man!” Sid called out before she prepared herself, throwing on her best captivating smile and ‘bend me over right now and fuck me’ look. Of course, it wasn’t as sophisticated or alluring as she thought. Indeed it was more of a goofy ‘I had one too many and need to sleep it off…or maybe barf’ look instead.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Vic sat at his computer, earphones on, staring at the screen from behind folded hands. He had been at this game of internet Chess for far too long and he couldn't make his opponent go away. It was like a mosquito had gotten into his apartment and he couldn't track it down to kill it. He was on a break from his console; he was saving money for the next expansion of his favorite shooter to come out so he could get back to fragging n00bs in new and interesting ways for laughs. His competitor that ran a ping like he was half the planet away finally made his move. The clocks were running low for Vic and person on the other side of the screen so he grabbed up a piece he'd been eyeing since his last move and moved it in for the check.

Then, there was a knock at his door. Turning to it, he was in the process of putting the piece down, but his upper body twist had moved the mouse and when he looked back, his bishop was totally out of position and his king was exposed. "NO!" he shouted, grabbing the monitor in frustration as the opponent plunked his knight into position for the mate. Vic banged his head on the desk and crushed out his cigarette on the top of his beer can before dropping it in. He didn't even do the polite thing and "GG" before logging. He just clicked off of it, looking like he was trying to crack his mouse with the force of his finger.

Vic stood up slowly, his flannel PJ pants hanging low on his hips as he scratched his bare chest with one hand. The other peeled the headset off, letting the soft tones of his music choice for the night drift through the room. His beer can ashtray clattered into the trash on his way past as Vic got to the door, peeking through the fish-eyed peephole. He could just barely make out the top of someone's head which made Vic groan. There was only one person that would visit him at this hour and be that short.

Sid.

Vic hadn't seen Sid in a while. He remembered the night recently where she bailed him out of jail for his super glue prank. He also remembered how they spent that night. It was the first time his neighbors had called the cops on him and Sid. Normally, there would just be dirty looks in the hallway as Vic hauled another piece of broken furniture to the curb. This time, he had the pleasure of hearing Sid tell the cops to "Fuck off" while they were in mid-coitus when they came pounding on the door. God, he was hooked on Sid and Sid knew it all too well. Not just because of how they were together in the sack. For all her crude attitude, Vic liked Sid as a person. A lot of people would call Sid unreliable and a flake, but there was no one else he would have called that night from the jail house. There was no one else that he would let wander in and out of his life as frequently as she had. Ultimately, that's why he opened the door.

Vic furrowed his brow as he took Sid's look in. She wasn't her usual self. It was clear she was drunk; that wasn't the problem. Normally, she was a bit more careful in her outfit selection. Vic had a feeling she liked to draw the eye or the very least, show off what she had. And Vic knew about her assets all too well: perky and ample bosom, long sculpted legs but a petite frame, the most brilliant eyes he'd ever seen and a mop of forever changing hair color that he enjoyed to no end. As he stood there a moment, he hadn't realized how he must look to her. He was stripped to the waist and his loose pajama pants were hanging from his hips. His short-cropped hair had been lined up again recently so it looked sharp and he was sporting just the right about of stubble that Sid liked as he was out of shaving cream and had skipped a shave the last day or two.

While he was happy to see her again, it was odd for her to show up out of the blue. Usually, her booty calls were preceded by an actual call. Also, she had the look of someone trying to keep a low profile. It wouldn't be out of the question for the law to be after Sid; she'd been in her fair share of fights and he'd have to give her a lift home the morning after a night in the drunk tank, but there was something different tonight. Something that made Vic's eyes narrow as he took her in.

Even so, he stepped back from the door, not wanting to have the conversation he wanted to start in the hallway in front of his neighbors. Relocking the door behind her, he turned around and put his hands on his hips. "So are you gonna tell me what's going on or do I have to guess?" Vic decided to be blunt. Sid was not one for a lot of light chit-chat or bullshit to fill the silence, so there was no point in beating around the bush. As he stood there, he slowly walked his eyes over her body, curious if there was something he could spy that might tip him off before she spoke.

 

[KattDclaw]

Even as drunk as Sid was she could appreciate what greeted her when the door opened. It brought out that smirk, her trademark, lopsided, slightly tugging more to the left. Olive green eyes ravished the cut upper body that was laid bare before her eyes, those pajama pants riding low on his sleek hips. She instantly felt a tug of desire that that cut young body, the physical attraction had always been intense between the two. But that had never been the problem, had it? It wasn’t anything so simple as that, if she had been sober no doubt her mind could recall the looks he would give her, moreso the glimmer in his eye. It was…well…frightening to say the least. Something that made Sid instantly recall in what she thought was disgust. But right now all she saw was a handsome young man wrapped up in a pretty bow, just asking to be opened. If Sid saw any hint of his emotions on his face she made no indication, but it was pretty obvious she was drunk as a skunk. Some things never changed.

“Mmmmhn,” Sid made that noise people made when they saw a particular delicious dish of food. The way her eyes moved over him unabashedly and as she stumbled past the threshold she had all but forgotten the real reason she was here. Vic did that though, made it easy to forget that the world was out there waiting for her. Sid could wrap herself up in that and just let go. She rarely did that, after all, such things like that were too close to affection for her and worst of all they displayed a sickening weakness in character. Sid hated that, loathed it, even as she wanted it so very badly. Talk about a fucking hypocrite.

One hand slid out to brush over his bare side as she moved past, her sneakers scuffing loudly against the floor with each step. Sid’s gaze slowly tore itself from that tempting body and drifted about his living room. Little had changed besides the pieces of furniture they had wrecked. He was fastidious, a neat freak, or at least compared to Sid. She couldn’t find one empty can or wrapper on any counters or tables, to an inebriated Sid it all felt so clean and sterile. Funny how she got so distracted on unimportant things like cleanliness when just moments ago she was worried about her own safety. Both hands rose to brush back her hood, only to snatch the beanie off her head and ruffle her riotous teal mane out. Those wild, thick bangs fell about her brow and temples, giving a partial frame for those olive green eyes. Despite the haze of drunkenness they still had a particular glimmer to them. Without thinking Sid was making herself at home, her hoodie unzipped and causally tossed over the back of a chair along with her beanie. With the lack of jacket the fact her clothing was baggy and very un-Sid-like was made all the more evident. She looked disheveled, under the dim light it was clear she wore no makeup, no eyeliner or mascara, Sid was simple and plain at the moment..or as much as Sid Gunn could be.

Her attention turned back to Vic, finding his gaze as he stood there with his hands on his hips. His blunt question was answered with a scoffing snort and a shrug of her shoulders. She held her hands up and just laughed again, as if she were shocked and appalled by his question.
“Can’t I just come over and chill? Shit man…what the fuck is it with the third degree?” Sid shot back, perhaps a bit too sharply. The realization of why she had come here was slowly starting to settle in and her jovial drunken nature started to deteriorate before his eyes. Sid never had a good poker face, even worse when under the influence. So it wasn’t hard to see the tension that tugged at the corners of her lips, the defensive way she held herself and the flickering of her eyes. Worst of all she rubbed at her nose, a telling click if there was ever one.

“I just wanted to stop by. Shit.” Sid retorted, filling the void with whatever came to mind. Quickly though she turned from him and stumbled into the kitchen, trying her best to avoid and distract. “Besides…I’m thirsty…”

She made her way to his fridge and flung it open, slowly bending at the waist to peer inside. She pursed her lips, focusing on the items within as she shuffled through them.

“Mmm, soda…no…purple stuff…no…Oh! Sunny D!” Sid called out, almost cackling to herself as she snatched up the container of orange juice and promptly twisted the lid off. Without pause she tilted her head back and took a long pull from it, swallowing several mouthfuls of pulpy orange juice. She finished it off with another mouthful, which she held for a moment, cheeks puffing out as she twisted the cap back on and stuffed the half-empty container back onto the shelf.

“So what’s up? Did I disturb a late night fap session?” Sid asked as she flung the fridge door closed, knocking a few magnets off in the process.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Vic saw the appreciative look and slight purr of pleasure at seeing him stripped to the waist. There was no denying the physical chemistry the two of them had. As much as he was sure his body turned her on, her tight petite bod filled his head when he would sit around daydreaming at work. That was part of the thrill of their on again, off again relationship: seeing what outfit she would show up in to make him drool. It was never anything scandalous, just tight in all the right places and cut open just enough in all the others.

But that's not what he saw when she pushed back the hood and slid her beanie off. The lack of make-up was also a concern. For as thrown together as her outfit looked, Vic knew how long she took to make it look like that. It was meant to make her eyes pop, even though they didn't need the help to be honest. The cascade of pale blue in her hair over her face framed them so well and drew the eye that it was hard for him to look away. There wasn't the same brightness in her olive orbs tonight and it wasn't the drinks she had that dulled them. Vic knew that wasn't the case.

Rebuking his question, Vic let it lie. Pushing too hard for answers usually wound up with Sid storming out of his place or her screaming at him to leave it alone. Neither of those options were too appealing as she had just gotten here and Vic wasn't about to send her back into the night in the state she was in. Something happened alright, something that made her run out int the night in whatever she could find and without stopping to get her look right. His suspicions were confirmed as she turned toward the fridge. Something in her facial expression made his heart stop. Fear? What could Sid be afraid of? The woman was tough as nails, but maybe something hit a little too close to home this time.

He pushed that thought to the back of his brain as he watched her drink his OJ. He always kept some around for a base for fruit smoothies, but he didn't mind. It did make him chuckle though.

"I'm always surprised that you don't go 'Wicked Witch' on me whenever you eat something healthy. I always worry the sudden influx of vitamins will upset the delicate balance of burritos, beer and weed in your body and cause you to melt," he teased. He felt he had the right; she was the one that left him the last time he saw her. Still, her habits versus his habits were always a point of feigned argument. They were both guilty of the same vices; Sid just had hers cranked to a higher setting than his.

He smiled and laughed at her question. "Nah, don't need to fap when you can show up any second and give me the real thing whenever you might feel like it." He grinned at her, guessing part of the reason why she stumbled over here in the first place. "I was wrapping up a game online if you wanna just hang out for a bit. You're welcome to crash here; you know that." Then, he looked over and saw he left his stash out. Well, it was most of it already rolled up. He had gotten a fresh batch in and had sat down earlier in the evening to put his rolling machine to use. "Need something to clear your head? You may not be willing to tell me what's up, but it's there if you need it." He offered, walking towards her and opening the fridge. He stood inches from her as he reached past her to grab a fresh beer for the two of them. He looked down into her eyes, curious what her move was and what she was really here for. His eyes watched her face for some hint about what really brought Sid to his door tonight.

 

[KattDclaw]

Sid arched a brow at his 'Wicked Witch' comment, though it did bring out that trademark smirk that she more often than not wore upon her plush lips. Those olive green orbs lingered intently upon him as he drew closer, nearly brushing against her as he opened the fridge and retrieved a few beers. She took the moment to let her gaze linger, drift over him and take in the way his muscles tensed and flexed as he moved. She didn't flinch away from the closeness, if anything her instincts were to draw closer. She resisted, if only slightly. Her face was an open book, the mixture of mirth and hunger all too evident, though of course the anxiety of her untold issue tugged at the corners of her eyes and mouth. The tension made her normal movements halted and almost shaky. Of course it could just as easily have been the alcohol that coursed through her system, but if anyone knew how Sid acted when she was drunk it was him.

“Hey...even I gotta switch it up sometimes. Otherwise, it gets way too predictable. Yah know?” Sid shot back with a causal roll of her shoulders, accepting the beer and slapping the cap off by smashing it against the countertop and her palm. Without a moment's pause she brought it to her lips and chugged, downing several pulls before she relented and gave a deep sigh.

“Yeah...I thought I'd just chill...for a bit,” Sid added the last part all too quickly, her tone giving a little quiver, though she followed that up with a belch. They slowly moved from the kitchen into his living room, the sight of his stash out in the open making her eyes widen if only slightly. Her smile returned, a knowing little tug of her lips at the promise of the good stuff. His stuff was always primo, not like the skunk shit she could afford. Weed was weed, mostly. Everyone had their own connections they were comfortable using, some things were hard to change.

“Don't mind if I do,” Sid muttered as she slid away from him with her focus locked upon his stash. She slid down onto the couch and snatched up one of his pre-rolled cigarettes. While she preferred her stuff pure, Vic did roll a mean spliff. Without waiting she brought it to her lips and lit it, cupping her hand around the tip as she inhaled deeply. Slowly her gaze closed as Sid slowly puffed a few times before she took a deep breath and inhaled. The tip shone a fierce red as it slowly burnt, snake like wisps of smoke escaping. Sid arched her back as she leaned back against the couch, her gaze opening after a few long moments of holding her breath.

“Oh. Fuck yeah...” She sighed dramatically, tilting her head back and letting out a billowing cloud of smoke. She collapsed against the back of the couch, one arm curled over her head to rest upon the cushion. Her other hand wrapped about her face, letting the cigarette dangling from between two fingers.

“I needed that...” She commented softly, getting lost for a moment. Her gaze hadn't sought out Vic, instead it just stared off against the far wall. All too quickly Sid just...drifted off. It wasn't sleep that took over her, but a sense of stillness, a certain calm that only the spliff in her hand could bring. Her body visibly relaxed after each toke, the smoke pouring from her lips followed by a sigh of satisfaction. It was easy to just sit there and forget about the rest of the day, the reason she had ventured out in the middle of the night. Sid had programmed herself to fight against reality, to deny it with each turn. Only something intense and life-altering could shake the foundations of delusion she had poured for herself. The weed certainly helped reinforce that feeling, which Sid wrapped around herself like a warm blanket. Fuck, she just wanted to close her eyes and will the world away, to leave her alone so she could do absolutely nothing but savor the tingling sensation creeping up through her limbs.

Vic ruined that feeling, though it was completely unintentional. His very presence was enough to draw her back, the sound of his movements caused those green eyes to open and the world to return. There came another crack to those thick walls that Sid erected about herself, the tension returning as she pushed up ever so slowly. Her gaze found his own, holding it briefly before she pushed up and let her arm over her head slid out over the back cushion beside her. That was when she decided that Vic could prove even more useful than she had intended. There was another alternative that could help her forget tonight, if only for a few moments longer.

“C'mere,” She finally said, her voice a throaty purr as she took another puff from her cigarette. Her body language changed all too quickly, as did the look in her eye. He knew that look, knew it all too well. The way that she soared through the emotional spectrum was staggering, but Sid was pretty proficient at it, no whiplash here. “There's somethin' I wanna tell yah...” She knew he wanted to know why she was here, what was going on, but Sid wasn't about to give that information up. She also knew he would keep pressing though, that was just Vic's stubborn way. So maybe she would kill two birds with one stone. All she had to do was lure him onto the couch and she would wrap him up in her slender fingers. Then he'd be hers again, if only for the night.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Vic watched as she used his counter as an unofficial bottle opener. It always bugged him when she did that as there was always an opener stuck to the side of the fridge so that people wouldn't do that. She didn't seem to notice still as he pulled it off and popped his own top. Sucking down a hefty swig, he looked her over again. Even with the baggy clothes, it was hard not to see the curves her clothes were trying to cover. He saw the look in her eye too when he leaned in so close. He thought for sure that would cause her to make a move.

Walking into the living room with her, he saw her take one of his pre-rolled joints as he had offered and she sparked it to life as he watched. The wisps of smoke rose up around her and she seemed to relax finally. Vic didn't know what brought her here tonight, but see her first drag take effect, he saw that it did her some good which may be enough tonight. She looked just bout ready to pass out as she let the effect spread through her body. Could she not be sleeping lately, too? Vic chewed his lip as he started putting ideas together that would explain everything. After a few more puffs, he might be able to try again.

Walking into the room, he answered her beckoning fingers. Rather than sitting down, he took her hand and jerked her up to his feet. His strong hands slid around her body and hauled her up against him. "I think we both know what you want to tell me. You couldn't stay away and you needed me to scratch that itch that only I can." He said confidently as he looked into her striking olive eyes. No matter how much he may want to know why she was here, there was no denying what the two of them had when it came to the bedroom. The real reason for her visit could wait; Sid was here and needed him in more ways than one.

"You know my door is always open." That was the last he said on the subject of why she came over in the first place before plucking the join from her lips and taking a puff on it himself. Leaving it tucked in the corner of his lips, he scooped Sid up, his hands under her ass to lift her. Carrying her around the corner, they arrived in his bedroom where they routinely would go 12 rounds like two heavyweights fighting for the title. Popping the joint back in her mouth and breathing a cloud of smoke around the two of them, Vic sat her down on the lower dresser with a knowing smile on his face. "This one is a little sturdier."

Leaning his head to the side, he kissed her neck as his hands slid under her shirt, caressing her lithe toned body under her baggy shirt. It felt like she had been going back to the gym; an idea that always made Vic smile as he never saw Sid as the sort that would stick to a plan for very long. She must have found something she liked as her core felt a lot stronger. It could mean for some extra fun later on if they could find a use for it. Slowly, his mind cleared as he tasted her skin again. It had been so long and so many memories came back as he kissed her tenderly again. Pulling her to the edge of the furniture, he ground slowly against her as he teased her neck down to where it met her shoulder. Stopping for a moment, he leaned back and took his turn for a puff before holding it to the side and kissing her with a cloud of smoke still in his mouth.

 

[KattDclaw]

Vic answered her beckon by taking her hand, offering a tug that drew Sid to her feet. Sid was up swiftly, the strength behind the tug lifting her up to her feet in one single arch. Those olive orbs narrowed on his handsome face as those strong arms slid about her lithesome figure. Sid didn't resist, instead she just arched her back and melted up against him. Funny how they seemed to do that, like their bodies were made for each other. Even through her bulky attire she felt the hard definition of his chest and abs pressed against her, which only made her shiver as a tingle of anticipation ran up her spine. Vic offered her a most knowing look as their eyes met, his words striking true and to which Sid honestly had no answer. Sure, she could have shot back a smart ass remark, denied and rebuffed his confidence as she did so many times before. But there were times like this when Sid silently agreed with him, that look in her gaze spoke volumes on just what Sid wanted. Sure there was something more to her visit, something she wasn't telling him, but the look of longing as they touched was something even Sid couldn't fake.

“Then why was it locked?” Sid shot back, the joint slipping from between her lips as Vic took his turn. He didn't bother with an answer, not as he placed both hands right onto the curve of her delectable backside and lifted her into the air as if she were nothing. Sid squeaked, a sharp gasp of surprise as he held her like she were nothing at all. Sid was far from a delicate, fragile flower of a woman, but her bulk was easily handled by Vic without any real effort. Her hands slid to his bare shoulders, hesitating for just a moment before Sid gave in and let them roam. Her fingertips slid up over his neck, tickling at his jawline before she raked them through the bur of hair on the sides of his head.

“You should grow this shit out. Gimme something to grab onto,” Sid said in a low, husky tone. The lights shifted and darkened, Sid felt the movement before realizing they had changed rooms. Once more they were in familiar territory, Vic's bedroom. It was dark and cool, the scent of cigarettes and his natural musk were the first to hit her senses. It was always those smells that stirred out the most intense of emotions and memories. For Sid, that scent brought with it something she could rarely feel, a sense of calm. All that worry and strain melted away as Vic sat her on the edge of a low dresser, the spliff placed back between her lips. Right now nothing existed but this room and Vic, at least to Sid. She reached up, inhaling deeply as her lips pursed about the joint, taking the smoke deep into her lungs. She met that knowing little smile of his with a confident and almost sinister smirk.

“I'll be the judge of that,” She said with a raspy hiss, her head tilting back as she let a billowing cloud of smoke escape yet again. As she did, Vic moved in for the kiss, his lips against her neck, his hands under her shirt. Sid trembled briefly from the content, even as she took another deep breath and let it out in a sultry sigh. One hand slid back over the dresser, gripping it for support as her other arm curled about his shoulders. Vic would find a different body than the one he encountered the time before. While Sid was far from soft, the definition of extensive training was undeniable underneath that pale flesh. Her core was particularly toned, a hint of abs could be felt as his hand ran over them. There was of course more to that, but the rest of her body lay hidden under her bulky attire. Those lips wandered over her flesh, over her neck and shoulder, causing Sid to tilt her head to the side to give him free reign on the area. She puffed slowly on the joint, her focusing dwindling upon it as the effects strengthened, coupled with the rising euphoria of the moment; Sid was completely lost and loving it. Her fingers raked over Vic's bare flesh where they could, stopping at his shoulder blade as he leaned up and snatched the joint from between her lips. Sid caught the smoldering red cheery out of the corner of her eye, her focus intent upon the handsome face before her. When their lips met, it was like a shock of lighting. Sid was teetering on the edge of the dresser, her thighs spread as she wrapped her legs about his waist. She felt him grind up against her, which caused her to illicit a lewd little groan and rock back.

Their lips meet suddenly, amidst smoke and heat. Sid let out a husky little murmur as her lips pressed flush against his, sealing their kiss and holding it intently. She forgot about the joint, both hands slid up to his cheeks, cupping them as her lips ravished his own. Soon her tongue joined the fray, hungry for his taste. It was a mix of cigarettes and beer, mingled with his own unique flavoring. Sid couldn't deny the mewling little moan of delight as she swallowed, fuck, she missed him. Her fingers curled suddenly, raking down his jawline and neck before she pressed her palms flush to his chest. With surprising strength Sid shoved him back, clearing a good foot between them. Her teal hair was a mess, thick strands fell about her face and partially blocked her eyes, which sparkled in the dim light. Her lips remained slightly parted, her breathing deep and quick.

“Get rid of those fuckin' PJs,” She commanded, even as her arms curled before her and she hurriedly tug her shirt over her head. The formless black mass easily drew away, revealing the pale white flesh of her upper half. Sid practically glowed in the dim light, so white and perfect was her silken skin. The definition of her time at the gym was apparent to the naked eye. The way her muscles contracted and expanded as she took her labored breathes, those pert breasts jostled and jiggled with the slightest of moments, nipples achingly hard already. Sid tossed the shirt aside, hesitated for just a moment before she surged forward and attacked. Despite her demand he disrobe completely, Sid wasn't going to sit by and idly watch. Her lips crushed against his shoulder, kissing firmly before she offered a lick and a bite. Her hands were busily working at the buckle of her belt, unlatching it as she frantically began to unbutton and unzip those baggy jeans.

“Fuck. Vic. I need you. Now!” Sid was working herself up to a frantic pitch, the thick haze of drugs and alcohol making it all too easy to let go. Typically Sid would get this wound up with more than a simple kiss and lick, so the fact Sid was losing herself so readily was a curious sign indeed.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

“You should grow this shit out. Gimme something to grab onto,”

Vic heard her complaint about how short he kept his hair again. This time she gave a reason for why finally. Vic preferred it short this way; her fingers spreading over his scalp provided a pleasing sensation. It was like a forest fire of tingles spreading over his scalp as her fingers spread against the sensitive skin just above his neck. His body didn't respond like this for anyone else. He had long chalked it up to his brain remembering the previous times with Sid and preparing itself for more of the same.

It felt so good to kiss her again. It was like remembering an old song from your younger days or a first date when you were learning what that was like. It was both comfortable and exciting at the same time. He shouldn't feel like this with Sid, not with their history. They both knew what the other wanted, knew how to turn the other on. Vic had heard stories of older couples, like his mom's friends, where the sex life had become preplanned and formulaic. He had long considered this to be the big reason that Sid never settled. Vic couldn't lie; he hated the thought of a boring and repetitive sex life, but that didn't have to be the way of things for the two of them. He'd never say that to Sid though; nothing was more likely to get her running for the door than relationship talk. A part of him hung on to the hope that eventually she would get tired of that life and want to settle down, but the rest of him told him over and over that was probably never going to happen. Nevertheless, he would continue to open his door for her and try to make her stay again and again and again...

The shove he felt from Sid was definitely unexpected, both the power and the hunger implied by such a gesture. Vic could only stand there, looking at her slightly stunned. For about a moment, he wondered if he had read her intent wrong, but his insecurity disappeared nearly as fast as her shirt. What lay under it was more surprising than the shove. Sure enough, his fingers hadn't lied. Her torso showed the signs of a committed work out regimen and her tone lines stood out due to her alabaster color; the dim light in the room provided excellent shadows in the nearly imperceptible valleys of her stomach. It also showed off her milky tits, heaving and bouncing slightly with each of her heavy breaths. They were impossibly firm, even now. There were times when Vic would daydream about them and whether or not Sid even bothered with a bra. There were a few times, but those times usually involved some lingerie she swiped from a roommate to really give her cleavage to show off and drive Vic crazy.

At her urging, he pushed his PJs over his hips. Gravity pulled them down his legs and before they hit the floor, he saw her nearly spring on his like a cat on a toy mouse. Her kiss was more frantic and hungry than his and her own hands were having trouble with her belt and button. Her jeans were so baggy that they were the only things holding them on. With firm hands, he took hers and held them behind her back. Her pair of wrists were slim enough still that one big hand of Vic's held them steady there.

"At this rate, you're never gonna get fucked. Let daddy sort it out," he teased with a knowing smile. His free hand defly yanked her belt open then button followed after. With the slack gone, the jeans tumbled down her legs. As they did, Vic let her arms go so that both of his could slide down the back of her panties. In one move, her panties were down and she was scooped up in the air to be deposited back on the dresser again. It felt like he had scooped her right out of her underwear some how.

Taking hold of his thick cock in one hand, Vic scooted her tight ass to the edge of the dresser before he gave her the relief his cock could give her tonight. On and on he pushed, sinking to the root all at once, letting her cling to him as she felt him fill her again. "Fuuuck..." he sighed out, letting the vowel linger as each inch passed inside her before ending in a grunted click at the end. Leaning back he looked into her eyes before he started long deep thrusts into her. He watched her eyes as she was coming on very strong tonight and he wanted to see how much control he was going to be allowed this time.

 

[KattDclaw]

Sid was barely in control of her faculties at this point. She had hung on too long tonight, the effort to stay so focused, so concerned with her well being and surroundings was brutal. To give into the moment was easier than she thought, easier than it had been in the past. She relinquished control, giving into the desires that had bubbled just under the surface. Sid came in so hard their teeth clacked together briefly, the kiss almost violent in its intensity. Subtle tact was never Sid's thing, but neither was the blind frenzy she was working up to. Her shirt lay forgotten, pulled up and over her head before being tossed aside easily. Her pants, well, they were another problem altogether. The manual dexterity it took to unbuckle her belt and slip the leather from the metallic hoop was beyond her. If left to it she would have ripped it off before unfastening it. Thankfully, Vic was more in control of himself than his lover, so much so he removed the dangerous part of the equation and pinned her hands behind her back. She wouldn't have taken the help if offered, no doubt she would have clawed at him at best. The feline was denied her claws, if for a brief moment.

Olive eyes flashed dangerously as her arms were pinned behind her back, the sleek muscles straining and trembling just underneath her pale flesh. Here too her body showed undeniable definition, Vic could feel her straining against his grip. She might have broken away, if she desired, yet despite the look of anger that briefly filled her features, Sid didn't pull away. It was a dangerous game the two played, both were of similar tastes, both had dominate personalities and were far from submissive. So instead of one dominating the other, it was usually a session of who had the most stamina to remain on top. Once the other wavered, they would pounce and seize their place (metaphorically and physically of course – not always at the same time). Vic won the moment, Sid was taken by surprise and at the same moment angered yet relieved he offered some assistance. His words brought out that funny little quirk she would do with her lips, right before her trademark smirk appeared. The fire dwindled briefly as she met his knowing smile, a light groan of distaste flicking past her lips.

“Gahn...Daddy? Really? You want me to call you daddy now?” Sid teased, even as her belt was undone, yanked apart and the support it offered dismissed. Sid felt the cool air rush up her legs as her pants tumbled about her ankles, revealing her long legs and plain boycut panties. He finally released her arms, to which Sid flexed and raised them.

“Ay! Si Papi!” Sid gasped in mock surprise as his hands slid into her panties, his thick fingers easily sliding over the curvature of her backside. Her voice dribbled with sarcasm, that was Sid's way. But it was quickly diminished as Vic moved so quickly, sliding her panties down and scooping her up in one fell swoop. The air rushed from her lungs in a grunt as her backside smacked hard against the dresser, the slap of flesh loud and a clear shock to the system. Sid was left bare, well, not entirely. During the undressing she had slipped out of everything but her sneakers, which didn't catch on her pants due to their incredible bagginess. It felt odd to sit there with nothing but socks and sneakers on, a burning in her lower regions and that achingly hard shaft jutting out at her. There was no time to further think about the situation though, Vic was already on her, forcing her toned thighs apart with his hips. He revealed that glistening mound, her arousal evident as was the neatly trimmed patch of black hair just above her slit. Her natural hair color shone true, at least for a brief moment before Vic smashed himself up against her. He had himself in his grip tightly, guiding that rigid head against her in a sure fashion. This wasn't their first rodeo, the position was near automatic. Sid leaned back enough so she could spread her thighs, one hand gripped the back of the dresser and the other pressed flush against his chest. Even as he pressed into her wantonly, Sid savored the feeling of his hard muscles, his pecs, his abs, running her fingertips over them before Vic smashed up against her.

He slid in hot and fast, so much so Sid didn't have time to grow accustomed. Sid was tight, desperately so, despite the abundance of arousal that coated him as Vic forced his way inside, Sid instinctively tensed and clamped down about him. Her pale frame twitched, her back arching and those plush lips flew apart.

“Aaahn, S-Shit!” Sid managed to croak out, her husky voice crackling as her head tilted back. Vic didn't stop, didn't give her a moment to take a breath, he just kept pushing until he was flush against her. His heat was overwhelming, Sid wanted to push him away and breath, even as her free hand curled about his neck, fingertips already digging into his flesh. Her head snapped forward, green eyes flashing as they opened. Their gazes met, each one sizing up the other. Sid's hips instinctively rocked up against his, rolling in a slow figure-eight, causing him to shift and rake inside her. She moaned aloud at the sensation her movement caused, her cheeks flushed a rosy hue already.

“Fuck me.” Sid demanded simply. It was enough to let him know just what she wanted, or at least how much control she was going to give him. Her legs coiled about his waist, the heels of her sneakers pressing against his backside as Sid pushed herself up just a bit, forcing her frame flush against his own. “Show me how bad you fuckin' missed me...Break me...”

The challenge was issued in one husky breath.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sid didn't give in, not this fast. Maybe this was all just a late-night booty call and Vic was being his paranoid self after all. That's how Vic rationalized it to push it to the back of his mind. He didn't care why she was in his place now. All that mattered was that he was going to spend a good night fucking for the first time in too long. His neighbors up and downstairs were just going to have to deal with it for once. His new dresser would hopefully live through the "breaking in" process tonight; he didn't have the cash for a new one at present. He hadn't realized he'd forgotten about her sneakers until he felt the rubber of the soles pressing into his ass to push him in just that much deeper in her tighter than tight pussy. Her first squeeze pushed a grunt from his lungs as he leaned back a little. He had to see her eyes as she wasn't usually like this. It felt like their first go-'round all over again.

"You need to be coming by more often to help you open back up again. You can't get fucked hard and fast like you want when you're this tight..." he teased a little, loving how frank he could be about sex with her. Then, Sid showed back up again. Not the bleary drunk that was at the door. Not the scared girl that he had caught peeks of as she wandered unsure around his place. No, the Sid that commanded him with "Fuck me... Break me." was the Sid that Vic knew and it was the Sid that Vic loved. Every night with Sid felt like he had been in a fist fight or a marathon. There were nights when he just gave in, let Sid have her way as it was too tiring to keep fighting to come out on top and it was just better to give in as it was usually well worth it. But other nights, he had to remind her that he was a man and not a plaything. Tonight was one of those nights.

Leaning in, Vic grabbed a hold of the rear of the dresser in one hand and one of SId's thighs in the other. "You want it, bitch? You got it." He said, looking dead in her eyes. He felt how tight, but how wet she was for him. He also knew all her favorite angles of entry, the right way to move his hips to really send her wild and over the edge. So when he started driving his hips, he moved his up and down, moving his cock so it hit all those places that made Sid writhe and twist and moan in a ways that cracked her facade of cool aloofness and showed her as the passionate woman she really was. Her shoes on his ass helped make sure he was getting in deep enough for her. It felt so good to fill her up again and to pump her tight pussy over and over, but it wasn't just about pleasure. Sid said it herself; she wanted to be broken.

Moving his hips into her wasn't fast enough, wasn't rough enough. So he started using the dresser the way he envisioned when he bought it. With Sid on top of it, it was top heavy enough that he could tip it forward towards him with relative ease. Even better, the change in gravity pushed her down to the root without her needing to pull herself forward. It was a totally different sensation and he grunted when her face stopped inches from his. Once she saw his plan, he kept up his new pattern, pushing himself in and pulling her to him hard to make her take his cock even harder. Somehow the drawers didn't move to start with, but soon, they were a clattering, sliding cacophony of noise as he pounded her needy pussy towards what he hoped would be the first climax of many tonight.

"Don't think you're getting off easy with just one..." he panted, his body glistening from the sweat of his effort at holding her and moving the piece of furniture beneath her ass. His downstairs neighbor was already pounding on his floor; it was a matter of time before the couple that lived upstairs joined in. The real question was whether the neighbors on either side were going to bother or join in. Biting his lip to control his own rising lust, he nearly spit out his next words. "Cum, you hot slut. Cum all over this thick cock that I know you love." He words were hot, blasting across her face like his load had been and would be again.

 

[KattDclaw]

With one simple word the light in those olive green pools flickered brightly. Under any other circumstances, anyone that called Sid a bitch would get a mouthful of loose teeth. It would have been a gut reaction, something Sid wouldn't regret regardless. But with the way Vic was looking at her, that smoldering, wanton look that bordered on angry, Sid felt nothing but a burning in her lower regions when he said it. She gnashed down on her bottom lip, stifling the grunt that came regardless as he slammed into her. Despite the toned definition of her frame, Vic was bigger, stronger, able to do things to her that she could never do herself. The strength of his hips against her back lights flicker before her eyes, her thighs to quiver and burn from the contact. Despite her tightness and his words to the contrary, Vic found himself within her time and time again, buried almost to the hilt. Each thrust sent a shudder up her spine and a crack across her mask. Slowly but surely Vic chipped away at Sid, breaking the very thing that kept her hidden from the world. Even as she desired it, she felt an urge to resist him, it was an instinctual thing she couldn't help. But each time he came crashing into her, glaring at her the way he did, Sid lost a little bit more.

“Oouhnn...My...Fuckin'...Christ...s-shit!” Sid hissed, gritting her teeth as she felt him hitting those spots within, grinding and jabbing at those sensitive ridges and bumps that made her back arch and the pleasure intensify. Perspiration was already beginning to form, dotting her opalescent flesh and making it shimmer. Her legs tightened about him, digging the heels of her shoes into his flesh, completely disregarding how ludicrous it was to still be wearing them. Sid's breath came in panting little gulps, followed by drawn out groans before she let out another gasp as they connected. He felt so good inside her, stretching her to her very limits. She had to give it to Vic, he really knew how to handle himself in the sack, if only it could have been just that she might have been content with the relationship. But there was always something more behind those smoldering eyes. Something that frightened and intoxicated her. The intoxication only lasted while she had him buried deep inside, her own mind too preoccupied to let her thoughts linger further.

Just as Sid thought she was finding a rhythm and a place to work her hips up against his own, Vic turned the world on its edge. Or, at least the dresser. Sid had forgotten about it, though she knew Vic well enough that she should have remembered his love of leverage. Sid was barely sitting on the thing to begin with, so as Vic tipped it forward, Sid felt her self instinctively sliding forward. She tried to catch herself, a sudden reaction, but Vic had her well in hand. He was close enough that she wouldn't awkwardly slip further, but her own weight was used against her now. Sid felt her backside slipping over the solid surface and her hips to smash up against Vic's own. In that simple, swift motion he was buried flush to the hilt. That wasn't something new, but the suddenness of it, Sid's inability to react or at least realize it pushed her over the edge. She arched her back fully, snapped her head back and let out nothing short of a howl of ecstasy. That mask cracked and shattered into a million pieces, all sparkling about her like tiny flakes of glitter.

“Oooohn, FUCK!” Sid snarled, her hands lashing out to wrap around his neck. Sid interlaced her fingers, the sleek muscles in her arms straining. Vic had her now, Sid could do the one thing she never did; give in fully. Her toned thighs spread, drawing them eagle to allow Vic more access. He was in control of the motions, bucking the dresser forward only to slam up against her as she fell with the momentum. It was hard, jostling, rough and rowdy; Sid fucking loved it! She cursed his name with every breath, the profanity that spewed past those plush lips could make a sailor blush. Soon it was nothing but vulgar garbage, lustful noises intermingled liberally with fuck, shit, and every name that man had ever given God.

The faint echo someone banging on the walls reached her ears, but Sid was drowning so fully in the moment she could barely hear anything but her own heartbeat. It was as loud and thrashing as heavy metal, the adreniline coursed through her svelte frame only made the moment all the more intense.

“Aaahn...Fuck, shit! I'm cummin' you sack of fuckin' shit! Don't you fuckin' stop...No...Harder...Fuckin',aaah—aaarder! Gaahn!” She screamed at the top of her lung, her voice throaty and hoarse from the sheer volume that it had climbed to. Vic's words shoved her further towards the precarious edge of her orgasm. His hot breath washed out over her face, the scent of beer and cigarettes as overwhelming as his own nature musk. It brought Sid back to the moment though, her olive gaze opened fully, refocused upon Vic's hard, handsome face. Her heels dug back into his backside as Sid hoisted herself up, at least her upper half. She drew up just enough to wrap her arms fully about his neck, smashing her upper frame against him. She nearly butted heads with the sudden movement. Her brow furrowed, an angry, desperate look straining her beautiful face.

“Jesus fuck christ! C'mon...Fuckin' cum on me...” Sid feverishly demanded, her head tilting to the side, lips assaulting his own, biting at his lower lips. This pace wasn't made for prolonged coupling, they both knew that. But they both also knew that things rarely if ever ended after round one.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Vic greedily kissed her back as he kept the dresser top rodeo going. She was his favorite sort of fuck: one that he couldn't damage easily. Sid loved fucking like this and he loved fucking her like they were on some sort of thrill ride together. But he had other plans and they were reinfoced by Sid's own words tonight. He ripped his lips away from hers as one of his hands gripped her short hair at the back of her head so he could hold her in place and look in her eyes.

"Oh no... not yet. You don't get that yet. You wanted to be broken, remember? And you won't get to feel the blast of my cum on your silky skin until you are, got it?" His words were hot lave spilling across her face as he nearly spat them at her. In one move, he stepped back, taking her in his arms as she slid off the dresser, even though she wasn't hardly on it anymore. With a turn and deft move of his arms, he had her very nearly sailing through the air like she fell from the ceiling. Luckily, he knew how springy his mattress was and was fairly confident that she would land without issue. Sid came down face first onto the pillowy bed with her hips folded up as she naturally tried to catch herself. This left her in perfect position for Vic to jump in and take control of her body again.

Sliding one knee up onto the bed beside her leg and the opposite arm across the back of her shoulders, he had the leverage needed to keep her ass in the air while he drove her face and shoulders down towards his covers. "Don't you hold back your orgasms. I know you were close and I also know how much you love this. You better cum over and over..." he said, a definite edge to his tone as Vic moved his hips such that his tip invaded her opening. Once he felt it anchored, Vic moved his hips forward, sinking back in again. This time, it didn't take the same effort, but it still pulled a groan from deep in Vic as he felt her squeezing along every inch. There was something about having her body like this that made it somehow tighter but easier at the same time. His firm arm held her in place as he started his stroke again. This time was a little slower, but more deliberate. Inch after inch, he filled her deep, sinking in up to his balls. This part of their relationship was never the problem; if anything, it was the best part.

It was so good that Vic couldn't keep his slow deliberate pace up for too long. Not long after starting in this position, he had both feet up on the bed and was pumping his hips faster and faster. His headboard served as a metronome to his rhythm, pounding against the wall to the beat of his hips. Doing so brought the ire of his neighbors on that side of his apartment. By this point, it was hard to pick out which banging was coming from where, but none of it detracted from what was going on. Vic was a man possessed. He'd not been with anyone since Sid left him that night after MacGregor's and he had a lot of time to make up for. Seeing her here again had brought back a lot of feelings and the mixture of lust for her body and what she could bring in the bedroom, frustration over his failed attempts to make this something more permanent and stable, and caring about why she came to his place tonight in the first place mixed for a strange combination of emotions that drove Vic on.

"I hope you haven't been holding them back and you've let them roll one right into the next..." Vic panted out as he felt her pussy massaging him all along the length of his cock. It was hard to tell if it was voluntary or not. Either way, it felt amazing and spurred him to keep from slowing. Vic was in for an all-nighter; he hoped Sid was too.

 

[KattDclaw]

The hot blast of his breath against her face snapped Sid back into reality, at least for a brief moment. With the hand at the back of her head, she was forced to look him straight in the eyes. Not that Sid wanted to look away, but that intense, hungry, almost insane look in his eyes was almost too much. Sid felt herself tensing, her core tightening and her vessel in turn clenching down on him. What he said wasn’t what she was expecting, no, she was truly expecting him to say something lewd about creaming on her pale flesh, or perhaps swallowing up his precious seed instead. What he said, a confident no, threw her just a bit off guard. That much was evident from the look on her ravishing face as her brows furrowed and she peered at him with a brief, perplexed glower. She really didn’t have time to consume his meaning, to let it churn in a mind that was already fragmenting from the pleasure.

By the time the realization set in, Sid felt the vertigo of moving swiftly against her own will. She was in the air, briefly, but the rush of air on her face was enough to shock her awake. Her gaze blinked, finding the bed rapidly approaching. Her body instinctively reacted, hands out, palms hiding the bed before her knees connected. She tumbled briefly, her face smashing against the comfortable folds of Vic’s bed. She didn’t realize it had been intentional, or at least that Vic had set her body up in the perfect position. It wasn’t unitl she felt that hand on her shoulder that she realized it. Her cheek smashed against the covers from the pressure, causing her perfect little backside to thrust straight up into the air.

“Vic…God dammit I…” Sid started a little growl in her tone. She had asked him to break her, but he was taking it a little too seriously. Sid rarely enjoyed being so completely out of control in the situation, she was going to have to show him who the boss was. The fact that she had just moments ago begged him to break her didn’t seem to daunt her in the least. The feeling lingered for as long as it took Vic to position himself behind her. The moment she felt the tip of his arousal pressing back against her slit, Sid froze. Her brow furrowed and she scrunched up her face.

“Vic,” She started, though his name ended in a drawn out moan as he slowly invaded her tight sheath once more. Their vigorous coupling had aided in him gaining a much quicker entrance, but she still clung to him greedily. Her back arched fully, that backside tensed as her thighs slowly started to spread. She couldn’t deny just how great this position felt. Sid did so enjoy being claimed from behind, having a pair of strong hips slamming up against her backside. Vic had yet to fulfill the last bit, but those slow thrusts forced the ripple of pleasure straight up into her brain. Sid clutched the covers on either side of her head, her bottom lip gnashed sharply upon as he finally ended up sheathed fully within her. Shit, he fit so perfectly in that moment; Sid couldn’t help but marvel how perfect it was. She mewled her appreciation of the moment at him, a little leaking groan of pleasure that caused her voice to crackle.

Neither could let the moment linger in those slow, deliberate thrusts. Sid felt the bed shifting and Vic slid up onto it, only to hover over her and begin proper. His hips worked furiously over her, his weight put behind each thrust. Sid could do nothing but present a solid object for him to buck up against, the entire bed shook, the headboard slamming loudly against the wall. She didn’t hear a peep of complaint from the neighbors, oh hell no, Sid was far too into the moment to give a shit about someone else.

“Uuuhn…Fuck you. Bastard!” Sid snarled briefly at his words, though she made no mention of just what she had been doing. Sid tilted her head briefly, gnashing her pearly whites down onto his cover, gripping it tightly as she let out another fierce and deafening squeal. She didn’t need to relate just what was going on, Vic could easily feel and see what was going on with that ravishing body. With the renewed pace Sid picked up where she had left off. Her inner muscles spasmed and relentlessly clenched down upon him, undulating in a forceful wave with each of his powerful thrusts. Her passions, honey thick, trickled from her, coating his member and dribbling down her inner thighs. Sid bit down sharply on the cover, her head thrashing as she rode out the pleasure. There was a sharp rip of fabric as she snapped her head from side to side, tearing a gigantic hole into his comforter. Sid spat out the material as she ripped it free, letting a sultry giggle escape with the realization of just what she did. It was going to be a fun night.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Vic smiled as Sid cursed him out over and over. She wasn't in control of how she was getting fucked and he knew that it drove her crazy. Still, from the sound of her mewling cries and passioned moans, she was loving every moment of what he was doing. Over and over, his full length slid back, making Vic's skin break out in goosebumps as it cooled in the air of the room before being plunged back deep into Sid's waiting pussy. Every time there was an audible slap as his upper thighs and hips smashed into Sid's impossibly firm apple-shaped ass. He loved Sid's curves; they were just the right line and shape in all the best ways and it spurred him on.

Grunting with effort as he felt her tighten all along his thick shaft, he saw her hands and teeth take hold of his comforter. From the sound and feel of it, he knew she was cumming and cumming hard. He didn't know how hard until he heard the sound of rending fabric followed by a slightly evil chuckle from Sid. They had shared some mind-blowing orgasms before, but she never went after his bed clothes like a dog playing tug of war before. She must have really needed this if she was reacting like this. Vic didn't say anything right away; he let her enjoy the afterburn of such a powerful release. His hands slid from her hips to hold her ass cheeks and spread them apart so he could push in just that little bit more.

Vic stayed deep like that feeling her internal muscles working his shaft up and down like a milking machine as her orgasm slowly faded in intensity. Once it was done, he rolled her onto her side, moving his legs to straddle the one laying on the bed. The upper leg, he lifted and placed on his shoulder. She was opened up 90 degrees with his body holding them apart. With her on her side now, he could look down into her eyes. He was definitely playing a part; she could tell so by the look in his eyes as she looked at him right now. He was trying to be the hard man, the man in control, but in reality, he was just so happy to have Sid back in his bed again. Hopefully, this time she wouldn't just stay the night.

So overcome was he, Vic leaned down and kissed Sid softly, warmly. His hands sliding over her body to enjoy her pearly, blushing skin. Letting one hand capture her grabbable breast, he teased the nipple on it as he kissed her a little deeper. He moaned softly into it as he felt her pussy react and give him a squeeze. Vic straightened up again, taking it as a signal, and started to pound her pussy in long deep strokes. Again, he moved so abruptly that he sent the headboard banging against the wall again, this time at a slower pace.

He wasn't going to be able to keep this pace or position up for a while; he could feel the familiar knot starting deep in his balls. He could feel his firm visage cracking as he leaned his head back a few times for long, groaning moans as he kept going. Sid always did this too him. SHe felt too good for the animal parts of his brain and those parts started winning as he drove on, wanting more and more pleasure as he continued. "Fuck... oh fuck, Sid... I can't... oh shit..." he groaned and panted as he felt his control starting to slip. He kept wanting to hold on, to make sure she joined him when he finally slipped over the edge. He wanted her so bad to keep cumming as she was so sexy when she did. His hand on her breast squeezed a little harder as he tried to pull himself in deeper.

 

[KattDclaw]

Sid was lost amidst tearing fabric and lusty giggles. She wore a ridiculous, gluttonous grin upon those plush lips, her brow furrowed and her frame tensing to the very core. The pleasure tore through her sharply, each slap of Vic's sleek hips sent her further and further into the heights of ecstasy. Her skin was tingling, oh so sensitive to the touch. She felt the grasps of her cheeks, spreading them apart so that Vic could enter her deeper than before. That little bit was enough to push her over the edge fully. Sid cried out, but it was short lived, her voice simply cutting off as she arched her back and inhaled sharply. With Vic buried to the hilt within her, Sid writhed as she came, tightening down upon him in undulating constrictions. He remained buried, holding fast, but Sid was all over the place. She trembled and shook, the sleek muscles under that alabaster skin rippling and tensing, especially in her shoulders and arms as she clutched his covers tightly. After only a few seconds, which felt like a blessed eternity, Sid was finally able to release her breath. With it came a high-pitched, crackling screech of rapture. Her voice wasn't meant to go that high, it was low and husky, more of a rumbling purr that a squeaky chirp. If that didn't prove a point then what would?

Shapely hips rolled back against him, riding him as he remained steadfast and rigid against her. Sid rode out the pleasure, her eyes shut tightly, her upper frame practically smashed against the bed at this point. If that was it for the night, Sid could pass out a content woman. Already had she forgotten the very reason she sought Vic out, not for his sexual technique but for his physical protection. Right now, that sexual technique was winning out. They could worry about the real world later, right now they could pretend everything was okay and right in the world. Nothing existed but themselves, despite the angry banging on the walls, pft, contradictions. They were just background noise now, a thumping rhythm like the bass of a sexy tune.

Sid inhaled sharply through her mouth, gulping down air to fill her burning lungs. Her mind was fuzzy, overwhelmed by her intense release. Just as she thought she was coming down off that wicked high, Vic finally moved. Well, more that he moved her and shifted. Sid's body put up little resistance as she flopped onto her side, her legs instinctively curling up before her. One hand slid between those toned thighs, spreading her eagle and then some. Sid felt exposed, her right leg slung over his shoulder as Vic straddled the left. Sid pushed up slightly, propping her weight upon her elbow as her green eyes fluttered open. Their eyes met easily, both equal parts smoldering and...what was that? There was something else there? Beyond the rough and tumble man that was claiming her like a hungry frat boy. It was something in that look that made her tense, but not entirely from pleasure. The tingling was more butterflies in her stomach, a sense of anticipation and dread, an undeniable excitement. In that moment of temporary weakness, Vic could see something in those olive green eyes he rarely witnessed. Sid looked almost confused, though mostly scared, yet not in an entirely negative way. It was a softer side, the human side of her that she rarely showed, if ever.

Thankfully Vic felt the overwhelming need to kiss her instead of staring into her eyes. Sid graciously accepted it, a certain tenderness that was as undeniable as the previous glimmer in her gaze. Her free hand slid up over his cheek, sliding into his short hair, the pads of her fingers ruffling the short hairs against the grain. Vic sought her out with both hands, one sliding up and over her pert breast, cupping and squeezing it urgently. Sid moaned against his lips, her own parting as she let her tongue flick out ever so lightly against his own.

“Vic,” She said his name in a whisper, even as her inner muscles contracted down upon him. She wasn't sure which part of the moment sent him over the top, the look, the sensation of her squeezing him, maybe his name spoken in such a forbidden way. He was up before she could register the movement, simply slamming his hips down against her with fluid, desperate thrusts. They joined so fully, Vic slammed gracefully between her spread thighs, smacking against the flesh of her inner thigh and backside. Sid tensed sharply once more, letting out another squeal as the pleasure tore into her all over again. She knew he was giving into his hungers, that pace wasn't something he could keep up for long, not after everything that had happened already. Sid felt the burn of desire as well as a hunger to fell Vic's release. Sid could be a greedy lover, but right now that was the furthest thing from the truth. She heard his groaning words, knowing full well he was right at the edge.

“Mmmhan! Vic! Fuck! C'mon...Uhhn-shit! Cum inside me...I'm gonna...hurry!” Sid's voice rose again, the tension rocking her body. She grasped at the sheets with her left hand, the one under her, and lashed out for him with the other. She desperately needed something to grab onto, but all her hand did was rake her nails over his skin. It wasn't enough, Sid thrashed as she felt herself reaching another peak and without realizing it her hand smashed down against Vic's shoulder with a sharp slap. She hit him own palmed, not once, or twice, but several times before she finally found purchase and dug her claws in. She couldn't help it, Vic had a way of doing truly horrendous things to her body, bringing out the beast in her so to speak. Just as he tightened his grip on her breast, gaining some grip, Sid clutched his shoulder, tugging up if only to lift herself, using the natural momentum to slam themselves together.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

“Vic....”

That whispered word told Victor volumes about what was going on in Sid's head. It also was something he was not used to hearing from her in moments like this. All the times they had slept together, he couldn't remember a time when Sid let herself become emotionally vulnerable with him. Unfortunately, these thoughts would all occur to Vic later; in the moment, he was too driven by lust and hunger to think critically about what was going on between the two of them in his bed. Sid was loving every moment of what he was doing to her, feeling her tense and squeeze against him as he hit those spots he knew so well.

Those pulses of pleasure drove him on as he pumped harder and deeper, drawing ever closer to his own orgasm. He knew it was going to be explosive, his times with Sid always were. He tried to get the timing right as he could tell she was getting close by the look on her face. All doubt was removed when he heard her panting and moaning, egging him on to join her. At first he thought he was going too hard as she started to paw at his shoulder before latching on and digging in like a cat trying to avoid slipping off a ledge. He knew he didn't have to hold it back anymore.

Leaning in for another kiss, he let himself topple over the edge. His hard groaning moan lingered on and on as pulse after pulse of release shot through him as he pumped deep inside her. The crescendo of his orgasm made him break the kiss and arch back as he desperately pushed his hips tight to hers, trying to bury his cock deep into her. With as hard as he came when he was with Sid, he was sure one of these times she'd get pregnant. He hoped not as he didn't want to rope her into a relationship that way or push her away because she didn't want kids. They never talked about it; he was sure she was on the Pill as she never stopped him to put a condom on any of their times before. In these moments, he was glad she was as she clamped on him so tight as she joined him, it pulled even more from him, extending his tingling pleasure just a bit longer.

Eventually, the climax passed and his body relaxed, possibly a bit too much as he nearly toppled onto her. Something in the deep of his head remembered to let go of her leg so he didn't wind up hyper-extending her hip before he leaned forward and caught himself on his forearms. His face hovered in front of hers, looking deep in her eyes. He couldn't help another kiss as she looked so lovely with her hair a mess and her skin a shade of pink he only saw in moments like this. He was in no hurry to slip from her, enjoying the little pulses and quivers as she ran down the back side of her own pinnacle of pleasure.

"Fuck.... more?" he whispered a groan as he felt himself staying hard as her pussy milked him just right. He knew she was always game for more, but she might be wiped out after all this given the state she arrived in. Starting off drunk with a good buzz of weed and great sex might put her to sleep. To be fair, he was heading that way himself; it was already late when she came by and Sid had a way of wearing him out. He lay there, feeling warm all over his body as he looked in her eyes, curious if he could see that look in them again or if she wouldn't let herself feel that way again.

 

[KattDclaw]

Sid’s body tensed as she felt the sudden impact of his frame against her own, forcing his powerful frame over the edge. The swelling of his girth was undeniable, as was the sudden explosion of white hot seed that filled her. Sid gasped out sharply, gritting her teeth as she let out a seething little moan as Vic came hard into her. She rarely thought about the moment as it was, though she was far from stupid. Sid always took precautions with her body, she might be a lazy slob intent on self destruction but her demise wasn’t going to come from squeezing out a minion at her young age.

Vic's heated frame literally smashed down against Sid's own, his hips pressing flush against her own as he came. Her sleek muscles tensed and Sid clung to her lover, she swore she could feel every twitch of his muscles, his girth moving inside her as it swelled and released his white hot fury. Thankfully Vic had half a mind to let go of her leg before he all but collapsed a top her. Sid grunted heavily as the sudden movement forced her flat on her back. Her leg slipped from about him, thighs spread eagle as they simply hung there, too weak to move. Her toes uncurled, only to find that Sid had never taken off her shoes. The thought sent a flurry of giggles bubbling up from low in her throat, a ridiculous smirk drifting out over her lips and her green gaze cracking open. What she found was something she didn't expect, but honestly should have. The way he looked at her made her quiver, both in fear and absolute delight. For just a brief moment Sid let herself go, giving into the idea that Vic so wanted to make a reality. Was this where she was meant to be? Under the strong, rock hard definition of a man that was absolute head over heels in love with her? It wasn't an understatement, Sid was pretty damn sure it was the truth. Either that or fucking her was really worth putting up with her antics. No, she knew it was more, no one looked at you like that if all they wanted was to bust a nut and go about their day.

For a brief second Sid gave a glimpse of something neither had seen in her. Her lips twitched, parted as if to say something but there was nothing that came to mind. Her heart was still racing in her chest, her breath quick and her head swimming in the after pleasure. Her inner muscles convulsed about him, still buried to the hilt within her vessel, literally milking him of every last bit. It was just the first round, typically the two could spar for several rounds more, well into the night before they ended up a sweaty, heaving pile of cum and flesh. Yet Sid felt absolutely exhausted, she could barely lift her head off the covers. She lay there in repose, trying to catch her breath. One hand weakly moved over his skin, fingertips stroking his bicep.

“No. Fuck no. I...I need a minute...Just...gimme a minute...” Sid rolled her eyes up into her skull and closed them, her head tilting to the side. She wanted to saying something, do something, hell, even move. But as she closed her eyes the sheer exhaustion of the day hit her hard. She continued to mumble about giving her a minute to recover, but before either knew it Sid was out like a light, dead to the world...still wearing her sneakers...

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Vic chuckled along as he heard the lilting laugh that rose from Sid as she glanced down to see her Chucks still on her feet as she came down from their peak. Their passion always did get the better of them most nights and Vic saw as she did that he'd missed a step when he was getting into her pants. He did feel the rubberized heels digging into his backside when he had her on the dresser, but it clearly hadn't registered or mattered to him in that moment. Now, as Sid melted into his covers, he was able to see what they had done. Looking back into her eyes, he paused for a moment; the hair at the back of his neck stood up as he looked into the eyes of his on again, off again lover. Her lips hung open; she wanted to say something, but the words just wouldn't come. Could they really be that hard for her to say?

Instead, she stretched her whole body, from the top of her head to the soles of her feet as she relaxed so completely under him. She nearly passed out on the couch after just a few puffs from one of his joints. Clearly, she was already riding the edge of sleep. One round in the sack was enough of an excuse for her to give in finally. Vic didn't quibble; he knew that there would be more times. Maybe not tonight or even tomorrow, but soon enough to scratch his itch completely. Even as she muttered her answer, he could tell that her body had other ideas and slipped back as he let her relax into his bed.

Moving off of her, he slid to the foot of the bed and lifted her feet onto his lap. Slowly, he unlaced her shoes and slid them off along with her socks with a care and speed slow enough as to not wake her. Once she was completely free of the last bit of her outfit, Vic pulled the covers back and helped slide her in, tilting her into the recovery position in case all her drinks last night finally took the chance to leave now that her guard was down. Once she was tucked in, Vic made a lap around the room, picking up their discarded clothes and dumping them in his hamper. Crouching to look under the bed, he found the still-glowing roach that had been accidentally dropped at some point when things got hotter and heavier on the dresser. Stubbing it out, he frowned at the small burn mark in his rug, noting it in his head for later. Having restored his "lair" to order, he could finally rest easy as he slid under the covers, spooning up with Sid for the night.

It always felt so good to hold her like this. It was almost a shame to drift to sleep and not enjoy the feeling, but his body won out in the end and Vic joined his lover in sleep, despite his mind still gnawing at the knot of her reason for coming over last night.

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Vic was up first, kissing Sid's shoulder before slipping out and putting his PJs back on. He let her sleep as she was going to have a hangover and her mind was going to go back to worrying about whatever brought her here last night. The two added up to what was sure to be an unhappy camper this morning. Vic stepped into the kitchen, his stomach crying out for calories after last night and the furnace that was his metabolism needed to be fed. Finding some eggs and some veggies he had planned to use for a stir fry, Vic audibled his food on-hand into an omelette. He just wished he had some ham or something to finish them off like he liked.

Vic was cooking away happily, unsure what effect his cooking was having on his "guest", but he was sure she would let him know in her own particular way.

 

[KattDclaw]

Sid was out like a light, lost to the world, even herself. It wasn't the kind of sleep where one might dream of pleasant things, or even bad things. She just shut down completely, nothing more than dead weight as Vic lifted her legs up and removed her Chucks and socks one by one. Even when he rolled her over Sid didn't so much as murmur or stir. She slept soundly through the night and well into the morning, no doubt she would have slept well into the evening if it had not been for Vic. It was unintentional no doubt, but in the end it still had the same effect. Sid awoke as she did more often than not, with a start.

Olive green eyes flared open and her limbs twitched, her body instinctively starting to rise. She was in unfamiliar surroundings, Vic's room early in the morning wasn't a sight Sid saw much of if at all. The fastidous nature made it plainly obvious she wasn't in bed, nor the presence of sheets and a matching blanket. Sid lived like the chaotic slob she was, never once did things like keeping things in order, or even sheets cross her mind. The scent that floated through the air had awoken her, yet she just as quickly forgot about it as she felt her eyeballs move in their sockets and the dull ache that emanated from behind them. Sid's stomach roiled and for a moment she thought she might retch right then and there. She even tossed the blanket back and threw her legs over the edge of the bed in preparation for bolting towards the bathroom. Even as the nausea churned in her stomach and head, Sid realized that she was completely naked. That was something of note, since Sid rarely ever slept in the nude. The only time she ever did was...oh.

Last night came flooding back to her senses like a gust of wind. She recalled the look in Vic's eyes, the way he manhandled her before releasing his pent up aggression deep inside her. Her thighs were covered in those memories, dried but still visible against her pale flesh. They had really gone at it like cats in heat, Sid mused with silent amusement. Vic was always good for a fierce coupling, Sid felt the burn in her muscles as she finally lifted herself off the bed and stretched. Her arms curled above her head, her back arched and she leaned up on the balls of her feet, giving a little whimpering groan as her muscles tensed and relaxed. With that done she ran a hand through her short, teal mane, trying to smooth it back even as she scratched her backside idly with the other hand. The real reason she came still lingered at the back of her mind, but with daylight came a certain sense of comfort and made it all the easier to dismiss the true danger she faced. If Sid was good at one thing it was denying reality.

Sid searched for her clothing but found nothing more than one of her shoes and a sock. Maybe Vic had picked them up and stashed them somewhere, or they had been tossed behind whatever piece of furniture they had started rutting on. It was the dresser...or night stand...or...fuck thinking that hard made Sid's head ache worse. She gave up on trying to think and just acted. Heavy steps carried her through the bedroom, out into the hallway and towards the bathroom. She passed the open hallway that lead to the living room and kitchen, no doubt Vic heard her stomping through the house as much as caught the flash of white skin and teal hair as she walked by. The bathroom tiles were cold on her bare feet, Sid grimaced with each step as she went about her business. Sid was far from quiet in her endeavors, though the sudden groan of pipes in the walls drowned out most of the ruckus. Sid ached all over, was freezing and nauseous; the last thing she wanted to do was actively engage another living creature. Vic was one of those things that Sid hated most: a morning person. How he got up so easily and pretended to be human was beyond her. Sid rarely rose before noon on her own accord, even then it was kicking and screaming. Only after copious amounts of sugar and caffeine could she be vaguely considered human. Sid ran the shower and waited until it was near scalding hot before she entered. The hot water over her body felt almost as good as what Vic had done to her the night before. She stood under the shower head and let it rush over her head and down her svelte frame for a very long time. She had no care of water conservation or even saving some hot water for Vic.

She used his soap, which wasn't too drying but still not her typical fare. The scent was nothing overpowering, but lacked the subtle hints of vanilla and sandalwood that Sid's bodywash did. Still, it served its purpose, ridding her of the remains of last nights fuck-fest. She tried to recall how many times they had done it, though she couldn't recall more than the one. That was surprising, Vic was always ready for round two...and three...and four. Had she really been that fucked up? If the pain behind her eyes was any indication, the answer was yes. The thought felt her rather underwhelmed with herself, what kind of self respecting woman such as herself punked out after one go? She had brought shame to her name, disgraced herself and marred her reputation. Okay, she was overthinking it, but her brain tended to do that when she was in the shower. At least she wasn't thinking of Stefan and the threatening texts and voice mails he left on her phone. Wait...where the hell was her phone? The sudden realization hit her hard, enough to sober her up completely for a few moments. That was all she needed, Sid shut off the shower and grabbed a towel. Hurriedly she dried her hair and body with the same towel and doing a crappy job on both. The door to the bathroom flew open and Sid stepped outside with a huff. Her pale figure shone with droplets of water, a pinkish hue lingering from the hot water of the shower. She found herself in the kitchen quickly enough, standing there shimmering with her damp hair in a wild mess above her glazed over green eyes.

“Where's my shit?” Sid asked, perhaps a bit too defensively, or accusingly, it was hard to tell. The scent of Vic's cooking hit her full in the face just then. Almost instantly her stomach gave an audible gurgling churn and her already pale cheeks got that much paler.