25 June 2012
-NATE-
We deliberated what to do with Victoria for a good hour or so; ideas flew around the place, but none seemed to work with what we required. After the hour, we finally reached a conclusion, a takedown that was perfect.
"So, just so everyone's clear, I'll summarise the key points of the plan: as my mother is the queen of this place, that gives us a way in, and a way to get her exiled from the Hamptons. That'll give us all summer to plan our revenge in New York, which is just about long enough. We're going to get my mother involved by using her precious son, Will. I'm sure he'll be up for this. Basically, my mother hates his many connections with girls, and has been known to really turn on some of his girlfriends, mainly because there are so many of them. So, if we can leak that he is sleeping with Victoria, she won't be allowed in the house, let alone this neighbourhood as my mother will try and keep her away from Will. Then, we have to provide some kind of document to prove that Victoria has been bad mouthing my mother about what's happened. My mother will then be so outraged that she'll have to exile her from the Hamptons for good" Tiffany ended, then switching to roles "I'll sort everything out with Will; Charlie can you start working on some kind of email or text message that could be used to incriminate her; Mollie, you can help him as you're better with words; and Nate, please make up with Will. He isn't going to come over here and help if he thinks you're going to be unhappy about it"
"Okay" Mollie and Charlie agreed, collecting their things and heading off, waving to us as the taxi took them away.
"I will baby. I'm sorry for how I was with him first of all" I said, as soon as the door had closed.
"It's fine, just promise you'll help with this?" she added, hugging me.
"Of course I will" I replied, holding her tighter.
We stayed in that position for a while, before her lips came up to meet mine. She kissed me once, slowly and lightly on my bottom lip, before opening her mouth slightly and planting a slightly larger one that spanned both my lips. That was when I started to kiss her back, our lips intertwining in a passionate lock. Her hands moved down from around my mid back (from where she'd hugged me) to the side of my hips, and mine moved from their position in her hair down her back too, tracing the elegant curve of her spinal cord all the way down to her hips, massaging a circular motion on them. As I did this, I could feel the bones in her hips jutting out, and again I noticed how skinny she was getting. I vowed quietly to myself to cook something as fattening as I could this evening, even if it meant knocking a second or two off my personal bests in the water. My mind had wondered into swimming, and I suddenly snapped back to the present. Wow, I was suddenly kissing this girl with more passion and more fury than before, and her hands were wondering from one area of my body to the other, from my chest to my face, my back to my abs, extremely fast. Then she tried to get a better feel of my abdominal muscles. I was wearing a Ralph Lauren polo shirt, and I could feel the lower hem being slowly lifted by an individual finger. The lack of speed at which it was being lifted drove me insane: I was desperate for her to move faster, and I think she knew this, as I felt a smile form on her mouth. I stopped kissing her, and as I saw her devilish smile, I knew I had been right.
"Need some help there?" I said, whipping my shirt off and discarding it in the middle of the floor. I began to kiss her again, placing a hand on her lower back and then braking the kiss and putting another hand by her knee so I could lift her up. I cradled her as I wondered around the house, heading for the staircase, as she planted small kisses all over my neck and chest.
I put one foot on the stairs and looked down at the bundle in my arms.
"Tiffany," I began, not stepping further until I was sure I'd made this clear "I love you, so so much". I said it plainly and clearly, so she knew that it was true.
"I know," she replied, "and I love you just as much".
That was the final straw, I took the staircase two steps at a time, and when I reached the top, I rounded the corner as fast as I could, reaching our bedroom door, and pushing it open with my back. I reached the bed and lay her down on it, quickly but gently, kissing her on her neck. She threw her head back and gave me more of her neck to coat in my kisses.
Tiffany's phone rang, and as predicted it was Will calling her back regarding our master plan, but she ignored it, letting it go to voicemail.
"Where were we?" she said, quietly and huskily.
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