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Victoria let out a soft, partially muffled cry as she and Chris continued kissing, the blond man repositioning her somewhat so that he cradled her in his strong arms. He moved one of his hands into her mass of dark hair, caressing it lightly as the kiss deepened.
Her head was nearly spinning at the sensation of the blond man's tongue inside of her mouth, spiraling over her own. This all felt so surreal, and even though she wasn't drunk, she *did* feel slightly buzzed by the Bacardi.
Jericho let out a soft groan as he moved his hand from Victoria's soft hair down the side of her body. He allowed his fingers to score gently over the sweet feminine curves, the combination of the booze, his heart being broken and his attraction toward the diva causing him to become easily aroused. As he deepened the kiss even more, one of Victoria's hands going up to hungrily tangle into a lock of his hair, something about this suddenly struck him as being very wrong...
... He couldn't go any further with this. He liked and respected this woman a lot more than that.
Abruptly, he released her, then shook his head and ran both hands through his long hair. He felt Victoria's brown eyes on him as he shook his head and spoke.
"I'm sorry... I... I shouldn't have done that."
The raven-haired diva blinked rapidly as she examined his handsome yet shame-filled face. He could barely look at her all of a sudden. Did he regret kissing her? It would be a horrible blow to her if that were the case.
"What? Chris-"
"Victoria, I..." Chris sighed and shook his head again, finally raising his head to meet her eyes with his own clear blue. "It's late and we're both a little drunk, and I don't want to take advantage of you or anything," he explained. He was embarrassed as he averted his gaze from hers. He'd noticed the change in expression on her lovely face. She was now eyeing him strangely - as though she couldn't believe what had just happened, what *might* have happened had he not pulled back and disallowed himself to go through with it. "We'd better call it a night."
The dark-haired woman swallowed hard, the lump in her throat extremely uncomfortable. She felt as though she'd been punched, or hit in the stomach with a sledghammer. She felt the urge to start crying - and not merely crying, but bawling like a little girl. He was rejecting her, and it hurt so badly, it was unbearable.
Reluctantly, she nodded, not able to utter a single word at that moment, and pushed herself up off the bed. She felt twin tears shining in her eyes as she headed toward the door. It was horrible... What she'd begun to think would become the greatest night of her life had been demoted to being one of her lowest points.
As he followed her to the door, Chris' gaze was on her back, lingering on the long black and red hair, and his heart was hammering in his chest. Why had she looked so sad just now? And why was it that the mere idea of her leaving his hotel room tonight was killing him?
"Vicki, wait..." His arm snaked out so that his hand went palm-flat against the door.
The diva turned around to face him, her expression still so dejected, and Jericho couldn't help but feel a tugging at his heart. And that was when he noticed the unshed tears shining in her dark eyes. He moved his hand from the door to her chin, tipping her face up as he gazed deeply into her orbs. He thought he could read about a thousand different emotions in them.
"Don't cry," he said softly, his heart nearly breaking at the expression on her face. "Don't cry, and don't go..."
A single tear spilled down Victoria's cheek upon his soft words, and she felt her breath nearly taken away as he dipped his head to hers, kissing her again. She threw caution to the wind as she responded in kind, her arms coming up to encircle his neck as she kissed him back. She felt pleasant shivers chasing up and down her spine at the feel of his hands on her back, then sliding down to grip her waist.
Chris raised his hands to cup her face, the kiss deepening as he tilted her head up slightly, a soft groan escaping him as the young woman pressed her body against his.
Feeling as though he were about to go mad, the blond man slid his hands down again, his fingers just barely raising the hem of the diva's shirt. He tugged at it softly, almost shyly, tentatively, and that was when Victoria took over.
The raven-haired diva's face wore a soft smile as she pulled back, lifting the shirt up over her head so that she was standing before him in only a black lacy bra. His blue eyes raked over her form with desire before Jericho acted.
As they kissed again, the blond man lifted her up into his arms, his lips going to the cleavage peeking out from the top of her bra before moving to her own lips again. In a hurry, he carried her back to the bed, laying her down on it before turning his attention to his own clothing. He quickly removed his shirt, tossing it aside, and then went for his jeans, the diva sitting up to help him undo them.
Before he knew what was happening - for it seemed they were out of their garments so quickly - Victoria took over, and she straddled him for a moment, gazing down at him tenderly, desire in her dark eyes. But she wanted to make him wait for a bit, wanted him to practically beg her for it... It wasn't because she was a cruel, heartless bitch, just because she wanted it to be the best possible experience.
Chris gazed up at the raven-haired woman almost questioningly. She was on top of him, in her glorious nude splendor, but now she wasn't doing anything other than staring down at him. What was she trying to do, *kill* him? He thought he might go mad if she didn't just take him right now.
"Do you want me, Chris?" she asked, her voice husky and seductive as she lowered her face close to his.
The blond man nodded furtively, his crystal-blue eyes glazing over in his passion and arousal.
"God, yes - I want you, Victoria..."
"How *much* do you want me?" She raised her head just a bit, her soft long black hair feeling like silk as it brushed against his chest and shoulders and face. She moved one hand to his face, tracing his features lazily with her forefinger. She lingered the longest on his lips, inserting the tip of her finger into his mouth.
"Come on, you're killing me here..." Chris moaned, his expression growing pained. He was well more than ready for her, and the truth was, he wanted Victoria more than he'd ever wanted any woman before.
The raven-haired diva laughed softly, all of her prior tears long forgotten as she slowly lowered herself onto him, then leaned forward again to meet his lips. Jericho pulled her head down to his and deepened the kiss, his breath coming fast at the sensation of her tightly around him.
It went on and on, and the pleasure built up inside of Victoria as she continued to ride him, the scream she felt bubbling to her lips instead coming out as a drawn-out moan. She followed it with his name, her gaze locking with his as her ecstasy petered out.
Chris soon went over as well, the pleasure clear on the diva's face enough for him. He pulled her tautly down to him, catching her lips in another searing kiss as he came, holding her still for a long moment.
Afterward, he gave her another kiss, and she let out a soft chuckle
as she lay her head on his chest. As Jericho stroked her hair,
Victoria knew that he'd forgotten all about a certain tiny blonde -
and that, after tonight, Chris would never think about *her* again.