please read and pass along so queen Vic sees it and comments on it/ reblogs (part one)
okay y'all. im goons try to keep this short. over a year ago, i began reading red queen. it was by far one of the best days of my life. im writing this for three reasons. one, i want queen v to see it and know just how much she means to me. two, today i got scared. i got really scared that one day red queen will no longer make me feel the intense love i feel now. three, i had this dream that i was a number one nyt bestselling author and me and queen vic went to go have lunch. queen vic if you read this hmu. i know some pretty gucci restaurants in ri. haha. 😂 okay so back to the beginning of the story, i was walking around bn before gs came out and i saw this book … with the most gorgeous cover i have ever seen. and then i read the back. i instantly connected with this book. i loved it so so much and i hadn’t even read it yet. my depression and anxiety were so bad at this point and i had already started cutting. so then i started reading this book, it was AMAZING. i just felt this connection with mare, as if she were real and i could just talk to her. and i felt so … not alone for the first time in a long time. it was this unimaginable love. it made my heart hurt in the best way possible. glass sword came out by the time i finished reading it. i was so so in love. ask anyone, there is not a day have gone without having a conniption at least one since i started reading it. so the next year was really hard. the arrival of kc kept me going. during that year, I MET VICTORIA AVEYARD in east long meadow at kidly winks in June of 2016. IT WAS LITERALLY THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE. it was the most personal thing to me so im not gonna describe what happened other than HOLY SHIT. I WAS ON CLOUD NINE ☁️ FOR WEEKS. she was just so amazing. idek what to say. after we left the store, I cried. and honestly i miss her sm. i gave her a million hugs and was honestly an awkward but. i hope she didn’t judge too much. it was great. we hugged, complemented each other, our moms talked to each other. I STILL can’t get over it, but quite a while after that, things got so bad that i couldn’t function anymore. i was NEVER happy. i hid my rq books because i didn’t want to see them and have them lose their meaning in this dark time. so, then i was admitted to bradley, a children’s psychiatric hospital, an intensive outpatient program. the first day i was there i was determined to die. i said i would kill myself before kc because i waited so long and came so far, i just had to make it until then, right? wrong. so while i was in Bradley, i was happy for the first time in a while, but not until kc came out. everyone there, even my psychiatrist said it helped immensely with my recovery. everyone told me i look so much happier. even in that hellhole they call school. my mom said that i was the happiest she had seen me in a long time. my best friend the hope, the sparkle in my eyes was back. it made me realize how much i love some of the things in this world. when i left Bradley, everyone said i was the red queen and positive messages about how strong i was like mare. I still carry those letters around because there still are low points. they never just go away. but now there’s a difference. im happy. i have hope. for that, i am immensely grateful. i love you so so much queen vic. and let me just say, i absolutely support the end of kc. of course im sad, but i understand that as an author sometimes ya gotta do whatcha gotta do. and just like kc gave me hope in my life, i have hope and faith in queen vic and what you do with rq4. stop hating on her y'all. again, i just want to say thank you and *anxiety takes over* please don’t think im crazy. (Btw just thought of this, im gonna post some pics right after bc idk how to put them in here) i just want you to know this because you deserve to and honestly, it was helpful for me to put it all down and not try to cram it into you’re ask box in a few asks as possible. again, thanks and love you. ❤️ @vaveyard
Aaron’s got a little set up going on; feet on the coffee table, popcorn in a bowl, crisps open against his leg and the remains of a six pack within reach.
He swigs his beer, wriggles his arse deeper into the sofa cushions, relaxes.
There’s footy on at the moment, no one he cares about but it’ll pass the time until the fight starts. He’s got plans to stay up for the whole thing. He’ll probably still be sat here when Robert gets back.
He can hear Robert actually, thundering about upstairs. Aaron can imagine him, fussing with his hair, inspecting his face in the mirror. He’s probably only got his suit trousers on, maybe his belt’s still hanging open; all broad shoulders and narrow hips under the bathroom lights. Maybe-
Aaron coughs, glancing around as though someone might have seen him thinking like that. His face feels too warm, suddenly.
Someone scores a goal on the TV, Aaron watches the celebrations until his half hard dick subsides.
Robert’s almost fully dressed when he finally comes downstairs. Tailored trousers, the clean lines of a white shirt, dickie bow not even crooked. Aaron can see his shoes shining from here.
Aaron’s wearing his comfiest trackies and a jumper with a bleach stain at the hem. He has popcorn in his teeth. Robert looks like a fucking centrefold. This is unfair.
“Can you do these for me?” Robert asks, holding out two perfectly polished cufflinks. They’re the ones Vic bought him for their wedding day, the second one. There’s something nice about knowing Robert’s trotting off to some poncey charity auction with Aaron’s initials at his wrists.
Aaron dumps his snacks off to one side, holds out his hand. “Come here then.”
He doesn’t look up at Robert when he steps between Aaron’s knees, focuses on pushing the cufflinks through stiff cotton, cradles Robert’s bony wrists in careful hands.
He might rub his thumb back and forth over Robert’s knuckles a little, might hold on to his hands a bit too long, when he’s done. But they’re married, he can probably get away with it.
“Thanks,” Robert says, moving away to shrug into his jacket. “Will I do?”
Aaron looks him up and down, takes in the perfectly put together tux, the artfully ruffled hair, flushed cheeks. He’s glowing. He’s perfect.
He shrugs. “You’ll do for me,” he allows.
Robert grins, turning to gather up his keys and phone. “You’re sure you don’t want to come with me? It’s not too late to change your mind.”
“I think I’ll pass.” Aaron isn’t exactly opposed being Robert’s arm candy at business stuff these days, gets a weird sort of kick out of making all the posh birds jealous and the old blokes uncomfortable, but he’s got a date with his sofa and he’s happy where he is. “Try not to accidentally bid for anything ridiculous though.”
Robert’s eyes flit over to that stupid Vespa chair, still shoved under the stairs. “I’ll do my best,” he comes over to kiss Aaron goodbye. “Enjoy the fight, don’t let Adam anywhere near my good scotch.”
Aaron nods, reaches out to catch Robert’s jacket as he moves to pull away. “Hey,” he says, can’t help himself. “You look gorgeous.”
Robert flushes right the way down to the collar of his shirt, as though he didn’t already know that.
It gets Aaron another kiss and a gentle hand in his hair.
“Don’t wait up,” Robert says, but they both know he will. There’s no way he’s missing the chance to peel Robert out of that suit.
I saw Pierce the Veil play in a small venue with no barricade the other night, and they played Yeah Boy and Doll Face. When I was 16, I went through one of the worst times of my life and I’d stay up all night listening to that song on repeat to help me through it. I used to hope so hard that I’d get to hear it live someday. I then had the pleasure of meeting Vic and he signed my album, and he told me that they’re doing something special for its 10th birthday next month! I am so happy, this was one of the best nights I’ve had
Past Abusive Relationship with Tony Perry. (requested).
Can you do a Tony perry one where you were an a abusive relationship and your dad used to hit you too but now dating Tony. And you accidentally broke his guitar and he yells “what the fuck” and you go in the corner and cry then when he comes to see you, and you beg him not to hit you then he tells you he loves you and would never hurt you?
I’m cleaning up my apartment; it’s a mess. Mainly because my boyfriend, Tony, had just moved in a couple of months ago. Currently, he’s over at Vic’s house or something, who’s another member in his band: Pierce The Veil. He creates mess everywhere he goes, and I mean everywhere. Dirty clothes are left, rubbish, paper, and I can’t forget: his guitar. It was his prized possession. Much more valuable than I was. He had a bunch of others but he loved this one. It was black and had green oozing over it, I had no idea what type it was; I’m not really a ‘guitar’ person, completely the opposite of Tony. He loves it so much, he’s owned it for ages, it’s always been his favourite. Soon enough it’s going to get broken, especially because of the way he leaves it around the house everywhere. This time, it was displayed nicely over my living room floor. I sigh out loud to myself. I specifically moved a bunch of stuff out from my old spare room so that he could put all of his music equipment in there. Does he use it? Of course not. Wires and such are wound round my stairs, lamps, tables. Everywhere. It’s like he uses every room apart from that one.
I grab the neck of the guitar and hoist it from the floor. The amount of times I’ve had to manoeuvre this lump of wood is unreal. Admittedly, I carry it clumsily out of the living room. Jeez, cleaning up after your boyfriend should be a sport. I mumble to myself as I drag my feet up the stairs. Stupidly, I don’t watch where I’m going. “Fuck!” I curse as I trip over one of the higher up stairs. Releasing Tony’s guitar, it bashes itself down the staircase. I see chips of paintwork jolt off of it. My eyes widen as I see it lay, practically shattered, by the bottom of the stairs. I can see about three strings split. I freeze at the top of the stairs. Uh oh. I rush down the stairs then sit in front of it on the floor. As I said: some paintwork is missing, strings have snapped, and I notice a crack in the guitars neck. For a moment, I’m speechless. I sit there in silence. Then the thoughts pour in. W… What if he gets angry? Just… Just like Ryan did… Just like my father would… What if he… he… hits me? My thoughts stutter. Both my father and Ryan would get angry if I smashed one of their alcohol bottles my accident and they had tons. This was Tony’s one and only favourite guitar… Tony’s never done anything like that to me before, he’s gotten angry but he’s never hit me. Regardless of that, I freeze as I feel my past almost becoming my present. The fear of someone growling in your face, the look of complete disgust plastering their own. Seeing someone’s fist lunge at your face… He… He’s going to hit me… He’s not going to love me… or want me… As I said: that guitars more valuable than I am. I feel my eyes shatter like glass. I sit there and stare at the guitar. What can I do?
Just my luck, I hear a key enter the front door. It’s Tony coming home… I scatter back a little, so I can see him walk through the door. Flicking his hair, I see his eyes are drawn to me, he sees the tears. Hurriedly, he makes his way over to me before crouching down. He doesn’t notice his guitar… Yet. His luxurious eyes meet mine. “Y/N, what’s u-” His mouth drops open as he looks to my side. He stands up tall. “Y/N, what the fuck?” He growls at me. “What the fuck have you done to my guitar?” He yells at me. “I… I’m sorry…” I whimper, shading myself. My body whelms up. “For fuck sake, Y/N.” He shouts, his hands dart outwards. I prepare for what I’m used to happening. Planning my escape, I sprint off as quickly as I could like I would with my father and Ryan. I hide behind the curtain in my living room. I curl up into a tight ball, clutching my knees firmly to my chest, my head rammed to my thighs. Tears claw their way down my pale cheeks. Sitting here, petrified, is a familiar feeling which I wish left me a long time ago. In my own house… I’m afraid, scared. “Y/N?” I hear Tony’s voice call my name. I can’t recognise the tone; my ears are muffled with the amount of tears that I’m choking on. Fully knowing what’s going to happen to me, I keep quiet. But I see a dark shadow look in front of the curtain. Drawing the curtain, he reveals me to him. “D… Don’t hit me.” I plead as I cry into my thighs. “Y/N…” Tony pats my thighs, trying to break my sturdy ball. “I… I’m not letting go.” I murmur to myself in a whisper, I don’t know if he can hear me or not. “Y/N, I’m not going to hit you, come on, come here.” He coos to me. Reluctant to move, I shake my head. Scooping my hunched body in his arms, he places me down on his sofa. He rests himself up against the arm of the chair, then he slides my body up next to his. His left arm supports my back as his other hand strokes my thigh softly. “I… I’m sorry.” I stammer, tears still dripping faintly off my eyelashes. I can’t seem to calm myself down, my breaths are still quick and unsteady. “It’s okay, Y/N.” He whispers in my ear. “But… But I broke it.” I sob, not being able to look into his eyes. “Hey, I can get it fixed. It’ll be good as new, don’t you worry about it.” He nuzzles his nose to mine. I know he’s lying, it will never be as good as new, but he successes in making me feel better. Breathing slower, I finally relax in Tony’s grasp. “Now, Y/N. Why would you ever think that I would dare to hit you? Your past makes you feel uneasy, I know that… But honestly, I will never, ever hurt you. I wouldn’t dream of it, no matter now angry I ever get, I won’t hit you, Y/N. I promise.” He says innocently, before laying benevolent kisses on my neck. I cosily snuggle against his warm body as he does so. His lips trail up my neck to my face, before finally reaching my lips. Passionately, he brushes his soft lips against mine. “I’m sorry for thinking that Tony, I really am.” I apologise guiltily. “Don’t worry.” He coaxes me gently. “I love you.” He whispers in a sweet, loving voice. “I’ll do anything to prove it.” He adds, squeezing my body tightly to his.
Imagine #41 (Kellin Quinn) (SWS) (Requested by WizardOfLoneliness)
Request: Cool thanks! Can you do one where like [y/n] is Vic’s little sister and starts dating kellin, but vic doesn’t know and gets freaked out when he finds out. Idk.
A/N: Here you go my love. Hope you like it. Give me your feedback and requests are always open.
“(Y/N), can you come downstairs?” Vic shouts from downstairs. I snatch the laptop off my lap and jump off my bed. I exit my bedroom-well, the guestroom I crash in on Vic’s house whenever I have a fight with our parents- and jog downstairs, to the living room. “What is it?” I ask him. “(Y/N), let me introduce you to my best friend, Kellin Quinn. Kellin, this is my youngest sister, (Y/N)” I stand there, watching them in complete starstruck. “Nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard many things about you.” Kellin says while extending his hand. I feel his eyes burning my skin, my breath hitched in the back of my throat and my heart rate speed up. I shake his hand; oh god, it’s so soft and warm. “Nice to meet you too” I stutter out; shitt, why do I have to be so weird in front of him. “Awww, my baby sister is a grat fan of your band… Isn’t she the cutest?” Vic says, to no one particularly, pinching my cheeks, which I bet that they haven taken a fire red shade. “She surely is.” Kellin says and winks at me.
[LATER THAT NIGHT] “I’ll take out the trash” I say to Vic. “Thanks. Um, Danielle is coming over in a few… Do you mind, maybe, um, leave us alone for an hour or so?” Vic says, scratching the back of his head. I smirk and kiss his cheek. “Sure, I’ll go hang out with my friends. You two have fun” “Thanks.” “No problem. Use protection. Don’t make me an aunt so soon.” I moak him as I grab my phone. I slip in a pair of vans and take a light jacket with me. “Fuck off” He says, giggling. I stick my tongue out and exit the house.
I place my earphones in my ears and walk to the nearest garbage bin, to throw away the trash. I have a weird feeling that someone is watching me. I just shake it off and throw the trash bag in the bin.
I feel a hand on my shoulder. I guess my reflectants worked pretty fast, cause I just turned around and punched my attacker in the jawline. “Oh My God” I hear him wince in pain. I remove my earphones and squint my eyes. The lights are off, so it’s pretty dark, but I can still catch sight of those perfectly blue ords under the dim moonlight. “Oh shit. Kellin are you alright?” I ask, guilt taking over me. “You are great at punching” He says, laughing “I was scared” “I’ve been calling your name for like 2 minutes.” “i had my earphones in. I couldn’t hear you. I am so sorry” “It’s ok.It’s kinda my fault too.” “If you are looking for Vic, now it’s not the right time. Danielle is coming over.” “Well, I wasn’t looking for Vic” He says. I furrow my eyebrows and look at him. “Then why are you here? "Well, I was looking for you…” He says and moves some stray hair behind my ear. “Why?” “I was wondering if you’d like to grab lunch with me tomorrow…” “Oh… Um,sure, why not?” “Great.. Here is my number” He says and hands me a piece of paper, with his number scribbled on it. “Um, Kellin?…” “Yes?” “Actually, would you mind if we went for a walk right now? I mean Danielle is coming over and Vic kinda kicked me out for a few hours, so I have plenty of time. And I feel kinda guilty for your jaw.” I say and bite my lip. He chuckles and extends his elbow. “Sure.Where do you want to go, beautiful?” He asks and I blush.
[6 MONTHS LATER] “(Y/N), we are going out for dinner. Wanna come?” Vic asks me. I am sitting in the back lounge, waiting for them to leave so I can sneak out and meet Kellin. “Nah, I feel a bit off. It might be from the trip…” I say, hoping that Vic and the guys will bite it. Truth is that I am a bit exhausted but I came to visit them on tour so that I can see Kellin too. Sure, I’ve missed my brothers but I was with them the whole day, I think that it’s Kellin’s turn now. “Vic, let her be. My baby sister wants to rest” Mike says, embracing me and kissing my forehead. “She is my baby sister too, you know..” Vic says and embraces me too. “Group hug…” Jaime shouts and joins in. Tony chuckles, but joins in too. “Guys.Can’t. Breathe” I say, pretending to be breathless. “Ok. We are going. We might be late.” Vic says, kissing my cheek. “Ok, have fun” I greet them.
I wait until I hear the door click and grab my phone. I quickly text Kellin that the guys are gone and get up to get ready. I slip in a pair of ripped skinny black jeans and a white lacy top. I renew my make-up, using just some foundation, mascara and a light lip-gloss. I pick up my combat boots and leather jacket and grab my phone and wallet. Right on time.
I exit the bus and head to the spot where Kellin and I have arranged to meet. I hear footsteps approaching me and I start to freak out. I feel a hand on my shoulder and a warm breath on my neck. “Don’t punch me” I hear a familiar voice whisper in my ear. He kisses my neck and spins me around. “Asshole.” I say smiling. “You look gorgeous too” He moaks me. I kiss his lips softly. “MMM, marshmellow lip-gloss. Quiet tasty. Let me try it again and see if I like it.” He says and kisses me deeply. “I definately like it” He says. I smack his chest. “Dork.” I say. He smacks my ass, lightly. “Move your pretty ass darling” He says, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.
We walk until we find a restaurant. Kellin opens the door for me, bowing a bit. “Why… Thank you mister” “anything for you my lady” He kissses the top of my hand. We walk to a guy behind a desk and he smiles at us. “Reservation for 2 under the name Kellin Quinn.” Kellin says “Welcome Mr. And Mrs Quinn” The man says. I blush. He leads us to our table and brings us the menus. “it sounded weird.” I say, once the man leaves. “It suits you.” He says, smiling. “Don’t rush things, Mister” “I don;t. But we have to begin from somewhere” He says and scans the menu. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Well, we have to begin from somewhere. For example, stop being a secret.” He says. “Mike and Vic are going to kill you” “They won’t” He says. I cock my head to the side. He chuckles and looks at me sweetly. “Can we not talk about it tonight and have fun?” I ask ,taking my puppy eyes. He kisses the too of my hand and nods. “Sufe, baby girl.” The waiter comes and takes our order. The rest of the meal runs smoothly until, the cute little fight about the bill in the end. Of course, he convinced me in the end and paid the dinner.
We exit the restaurant and began strolling around the town hand in hand, my head resting on his chest, listening his steady heart beat . “You know what would be perfect?” He asks me out of nowhere. “What?” “If we slept outside,under the stars…” He says “Sounds perfect…” I say, turning to face him. I kisss him and he kisses me back. It seems perfect, It feels perfect. “(Y/N), Kellin?” I hear someone behind us. Someone, familiar. I pull away and look at them: Vic. “Vic…” I stutter out. He and Mike look at us, shocked. I hear Kellin gulp and the rest of the group chant. “Is it… Are you… Are you, together?” Vic asks. “Yes. Yes we are. And I am soory we had to hide it from you .” Kellin says. His voice is steady, like he is not afraid of the consiquences. “For how long are you together?” Mike asks. “6 months” I say and bite my lip. Vic looks at me disappointed. “And what if you get hurt again? And what if you break up? He is kinda my best friend.” “I promise I won’t hurt her. She means a lot to me.” Kellin says and I melt. “I don’t know how to feel about it. Give me a sec.” Vic says and brings his palms to his face.
2 agonizingly slow minutes later he looks at us. “Hurt her and you are dead. And you young lady, are grounded for the next 2 days. And keep your sex life to yourselves.” Vic says. Kellin bro hugs him and Mike hugs me. “And Quentes is real…” Mike shouts and we all laugh.
“Are you alright?” Vic asks, hand on Robert’s arm as they walk into the back room.
Robert nods, even though he’s not sure he really is. There’s a tightness to his chest, a heaviness about him that he’s been fighting for days. He doesn’t think of then, can barely think of Aaron’s return without a sense of fear and self-hatred filling him.
“Robert,” Vic says again, squeezing his arm. “You can talk to me.”
Turning to look at her, Robert pauses. It’s Vic’s birthday. He wants to tell her, so much of him desperate to say something to someone who might actually understand, but he can’t. He forces a smile onto his face, hates that she buys it so easily. “I will.”
Vic gives him a look, like she knows he won’t, but nods, leaving him alone in the back room.
There are technically six episode’s worth of reacts in here, but really four. You will see. And this set includes a few eps with lukewarm recommendations, but hey I still had a pretty great time here! It’s a good show, guys.
7x09 ‘Covenant’ - are they all gonna sit around and come up with what religion Odo should join, oh my god. Julian’s pitch for Klingon faith is literally: “He’d get to eat the hearts of his enemies.” compelling. - Kira: “When I contacted the university they said you were on a spiritual retreat?” literally this Vedek: “Oh you know me, always searching for answers.” I am lol. - wait, Brother Vedek what the fuck did you just give her! you knew it was going to do that!!! - you know, it is rather a shame that Dukat ended up becoming this. there were moments of true brilliance with this character, along the way. - it weirds me out that the station is tilted in this reality - oh wait it’s EMPOK NOR, that’s the abandoned one that O’Brien led that salvage mission to where Garak touched the Alien goo and went space mad. OMG SO THIS IS REAL. oh fuck. - I mean he did become a vessel for a Pah Wraith that one time, this is true - Dukat is always claiming other people are truly responsible for shit he did, so it figures that eventually he would blame THE ACTUAL BAJORAN PROPHETS for his Bajoran Occupation - ugh
this is a good look
- Dukat wants Nerys to grow used to this as her home, holy what - Dukat gives people permission to have children, are you—???
OH MY GOD!!!! I am so upset right now, look at Vic's precious face in that first picture!!!! How could you let him die?????? Wahhhhhhh NOOOOOO and I am just so worried about the emotional damage this will do to Aida. I hate to be demanding but you have to post more, I need to know what happens next.
I’m sorry 😭 As much as it legit made me bawl Vic had to die for story purposes! I actually cried my way through all these scenes because I hated hurting my babies! I will say that she will be rescued soon! This is gonna impact her greatly (obviously) but she is strong af and has some good supports to help her through it! We’ll also find out wtf this is all about! Please don’t be too upset with me ❤️❤️❤️
There was a time when Aaron didn't sleep well. Robert had gotten used to waking up alone, Aaron's side of the bed already cold. It's not like that anymore. Aaron falls asleep on the sofa, slumped into the cushions, feet on Robert and mouth open. Falls asleep in the car; falls asleep in the garden, sprawled in a patch of sun, skin turning red. It's a spectator sport. He's safe now, content to let himself rest while Robert keeps watch. It's the trust more than anything, that makes Robert weak.
VIC I AM GOING TO (ง •̀_•́)ง MYSELF IN THE FACE WHY AM I LIKE THIS
The best thing about dating Chrissie, Vic learns, is how tactile she is.
When they’re curled up on the sofa watching TV, Chrissie will have a hand in Vic’s hair, or on her shoulder, or against her hip. It’s grounding, reverent, almost as though Chrissie can’t believe she has this. There’s a hesitance to her that Vic wants to destroy because she should never be hesitant; Vic’s incredibly lucky.
Chrissie’s been working late the last couple of days, having to take over more of the business what with Bex out of the country, and Lawrence taking a step back to spend more time with Ronnie. It means Chrissie’s shouldering a lot of pressure, and while she’s good, very good, it’s still stressful and Vic can read it in every line of her body.
Opening the door to Jacob’s Fold, and Vic still can’t believe that Chrissie’s living in the village, away from the Home Farm atmosphere. “Chrissie?”
“In here,” Chrissie calls, from her office. Though she travels up to Home Farm most of the time, she prefers to work out of home. Vic pokes her head around the door, sees Chrissie seated at her desk, phone tucked between her ear and shoulder. “Hey.”
“Talking to someone important?” Vic asks, hovering in the doorway.
“Not particularly,” Chrissie says, waving Vic over. She hangs up the phone as soon as Vic crosses the room towards her, and that’s still something to get used to; that Vic’s such a priority in Chrissie’s life.
Vic perches on the edge of the desk, leans in to press a kiss to Chrissie’s mouth. She’s wearing Vic’s favourite lipstick, and the perfume Aaron bought her for Christmas. It’s enough to make Vic’s heart skip. “Want some dinner?”
Chrissie’s eyes light up, and she curls her fingers around Vic’s. “You staying tonight?”
Vic nods, tucking a strand of Chrissie’s hair behind her ear. “If that’s alright?”
“You know how I feel,” Chrissie says, voice quiet.
It’s been a point of contention for a while; Chrissie wants her to move in, but Keeper’s has been such a part of Vic’s life that she can’t bear to part with it. They have yet to come to a truce, but Vic has no doubt that they will. They’ll find a fit for them, they’re both in it for the long haul.
“We can talk about it tonight,” Vic promises.
“Or we could not,” Chrissie says, with a smile.
Vic wants to laugh, wonders if Chrissie knows how alike her ex-husband she is, but wisely keeps that to herself. She leans in for another kiss, licks into Chrissie’s mouth, will never have enough of this. “Dinner first.”
Chrissie keeps Vic from moving, one hand on her hip, the other still on Vic’s neck. “Soon.”
It sounds like a promise, Vic thinks, as Chrissie’s hand rests warm against her thigh, waiting, hoping.