Victor

We reached my home and I took her hand as I helped her up the slippery steps. With all the money my Grandmother had, it always puzzled me why she had kept her childhood home. Once a summer, she'd return for the spring festivals and after Grandfather died, she began to spend summers here as well. Those were some of my best memories outside of the guys.

Her face lit up as I turned on the lights. "You kept her things."

"Yeah, I guess it helps me feel closer to her," I smiled. "For the longest time, she was the only person who loved me for me, not what they could get from me." I led her to the kitchen, "How about a cup of tea to warm up, then I'll show you the rooms and you can pick?"

"Tea sounds amazing right now," she shivered. I put on the kettle, then built up the fire. It was a fairly traditional house with a split fireplace between the kitchen and parlor. The additions were what made it unique. My great-grandfather had a habit of "taking in strays" as my grandmother called it. Every orphan or displaced kid he met he took in and gave a place of their own leading him to eventually add almost nine extra bedrooms to the original three. It was one of the largest homes in Drogheda.

"So is your family still here?" I asked her as we sat watching the flames.

Her expression fell, "Sadly I lost my Maimeó about six years ago, and my folks were in a car crash eight years ago. Just me now. Kinda like you, I kept the place to keep me grounded to my roots."

"Well I'm glad we're neighbors even if it is only part-time," I grinned. "Do you need me to keep an eye on the place while you're gone?"

"Oh, no, I have a friend that uses it often. He keeps up with repairs and such for me. He's a widower and divides his time between here and the States with his little girl. He should be here next month. I'll leave his number if you don't mind and give him yours as well. I'm sure he'll be grateful to have someone closer by now."

"Of course. How old is his daughter?"

"She's four. I'm her godmother. Her mama was my best friend in high school. Fiona was killed by a drunk driver a couple of years ago. Luke and his daughter, Erin, come every year so she can see Fiona's folks."

"Wow, that's rough. I'm so sorry, but I'd be happy to meet them. When do you leave for uni?" I knew it was soon, but I was hoping not too soon.

"Luke and Erin will get here a couple of weeks before I go. That way I can spend time with them too," she said, stifling a yawn.

"I'm sorry, I've kept you up when you're exhausted," I said, taking her teacup. She gave me a sleepy grin and took the hand I offered. "This room has a private bathroom if it's okay with you," I explained, opening the door.

She looked inside and then up at me, "It will be perfect, thank you."

I felt her fingers squeeze around mine as we gazed at one another. Working up my courage I asked, my voice cracking, "May...may I kiss you, Avery?"

"Yes, please," she breathed nervously. I bent down, cupping the back of her neck and softly pressed our mouths together. The kiss was hesitant on both our parts at first, but quickly deepened. Her fingers tangled in my hair at the nape of my neck and she lifted on her toes, trying to get closer. In seconds, I'd picked her up, groaning as her legs wrapped around my waist. My mouth trailed down her neck as she whimpered, "Victor."

I carried her into the room, nipping at the soft spot on her neck as a low moan escaped her lips. Her fingers dug into my biceps and shoulders as her mouth sucked on my skin. I placed her on the bed and pulled back slightly, both of us breathless. Her hooded eyes met mine. "I want nothing more than to lay you down in this bed and make love to you all night, Avery, but I won't - not yet. I don't want to rush and ruin this. I want to get to know you, really know you before we take that step."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and mumbled against my skin, "Thank you for being a gentleman, Victor." I wrapped my arms around her waist and just held her for a few moments longer.

Placing a small kiss on her head, I pulled away. "Get some rest, love. I'm across the hall if you need anything." She gave a nod and kissed my lips gently. Reluctantly, I walked away, shutting the door behind me.

Avery

I fell back onto the bed as he closed the door, already missing the feel of his lips against me. I was so surprised when I found him on the moors. I almost thought he was a spirit at first, come to taunt me. When I saw those fiery eyes, I was a goner. It had taken almost twenty minutes for me to work up the courage to say something to him at the pub. Of course, when I made the connection to our younger years, I was sure he'd put me off. He was so wealthy, and even famous, while here I was just a simple country girl still trying to finish her degree. Hell, on most days I didn't even feel like I was an adult. I kept waiting to hear my Maimeó tell me to change my outfit, or get out and start dating.

I took off my clothes down to my camisole and panties, then crawled under the soft covers. It took only a few moments for sleep to claim me.

The morning light streamed into the room, showing a break in the rain. I stretched and headed for the small bathroom to clean up. Once I'd dressed, I headed back toward the kitchen and stopped in the entryway. Victor stood before the stovetop cooking dressed in a pair of joggers and a tight white t-shirt that showed off his muscular build. The scent of fresh coffee filled the air along with bacon and eggs. He hummed while he cooked, completely oblivious to my presence or so I thought.

"Enjoying the view, Avery," he chuckled as he expertly flipped an egg. He turned his head and grinned at me. "Come on, grab a cup and I'll fix your plate."

I filled my mug as my cheeks flushed. "I told you I'd make breakfast. You should have woken me up."

Victor put a plate with two eggs, bacon, and buttered muffins before me then kissed my head. "I was going to, but you looked so peaceful, I just couldn't do it. When was the last time you got a full night's rest?"

"Sleep is for the dead," I mumbled.

"Sixth Doctor," he answered, "but you, love, are not a timelord and need sleep." I gaped at him and he chuckled, "I've been living abroad for about a decade. You really can't escape the doctor in the UK."

"Wait, I thought you lived in the States - East Coast if I remember correctly. Why did you leave?" I questioned. His face and body seemed to deflate as he sat down. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

"No, I suppose I have to tell you sooner or later. It's just nothing I'm proud of." He cleared his throat, pushing his food away. "Did you ever know anything of my parents?" I shook my head. I'd only seen them briefly a time or two when they came to collect him from visits. They always seemed snobby and in a rush. "Well, they were very egotistical and greedy people who never saw me as a son, but as a source of income. They preyed on my talents, seizing control of my profits and manipulating me. When I was just sixteen they blackmailed me into a business arrangement marriage to an associate's daughter. She was just like them, and honestly, we hated one another."

I almost choked on my food. He's married. But last night...

I guess he saw the panic cross my face and quickly added, "I'm divorced, Avery. It's actually why I'm here. This house is all I have left. Both my parents were gone, and I gave my so-called wife everything in exchange for my freedom. Grandmother had placed this in a trust that no one but me could touch, otherwise, I'm sure she would have taken it as well."

I reached out and took his hand. "Thank you for telling me. I'm so sorry you had to experience that, I can tell it weighs heavily on you even now."

He rubbed his thumb over my hand and smiled, "Yes. I hurt a lot of people I care about when I left. I couldn't even explain it to them, I just up and left. They all think I turned my back on them."

"Why couldn't you tell them? Why can't you now?" I pressed. I could see tears edging his eyes.

He let out a ragged breath, "It was part of the blackmail my parents had. They learned things...things about my friends that could have hurt them. I didn't care what happened to me, but them...they were my real family, Avery. I couldn't let my father hurt them too...not them."

I slid out of my chair and knelt between his legs as I wrapped my arms around him. "Oh, Victor," I mumbled against his neck as he hugged me tightly and began to sob. "Let it out, sweetie. It will all work out somehow, I know it will," I told him.

When his tears subsided, he grunted, "I really know how to dampen a mood, huh?"

I gave a genuine laugh, "Not at all. Gave me an excuse to hug you."

I let out a squeal as he quickly picked me up and put me in his lap. "You, love, never need an excuse to hug me. I'll take all of them I can get." His lips grazed over mine, then crashed against me. It was a fierce kiss that made my body flush with desire, and I ground my hips against him. His hands squeezed my ass and he groaned, "Avery, fuck I want you."

My hand slid inside his joggers and he hissed when my hand gripped his hard cock. I began stroking his cock as best I could - he was huge. My thumb grazed over the slit, precum coating the tip and he grunted. I wriggled out of his arms and returned to my knees before him. He watched me curiously as I pulled his cock free and ran my tongue down the length. "Baby, you don't have to," he groaned, then gripped my hair tightly as I let my mouth take him deep. I continued to stroke the part I couldn't take as he growled, "Oh fuck, Avery, damn that feels so good." His responses spurred me on and I began bobbing up and down more quickly. "Shit, I'm close," he moaned, pushing the back of my head. He roared out my name as he came into my mouth. Swallowing every drop, I let him slip out of my lips and gave him a mischievous grin. He pulled me up and kissed me, smiling, "Wicked little girl, I think I seriously underestimated you."

I batted my eyelashes and giggled, "Who me?" This only made him laugh more. He picked me up and carried me into the parlor, then set me on the edge of an oversized chair as he knelt before me. His fiery eyes held me mesmerized as he slid my pants down and pushed my legs apart.

"May I?" he asked with a slight smirk.

"Yes," I breathed, then moaned as his tongue slid along my folds, his fingers gripping my thighs. He continued to lap at me with his velvety tongue until I was whimpering, and then he slid his long fingers inside of me, making me arch off the chair as I gripped his arm and hair. "Victor!" I screamed, my body convulsing as he sent me over the edge.

He crawled up and pulled my mouth to his, kissing me deep. When he pulled back he had a look on his face I couldn't quite name and said softly, "Where have you been all my life?"

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