Tori runs her hand along the damp cloth of Jades panties, and the girl whines pitifully. 'She needs me' she thinks.

When Tori leans in to kiss her she hovers above her for a moment. Jades dark eyes focus on her, and she smiles. 'She wants this, wants me.' She tells herself.

She cant help but watch as she touches her. Jades strangled gasps fill her with pride. Tori wishes she could do more for her. Jade throws her head back and bites her lip, eyebrows hunched in strain. When she pulls Toris hair, it feels like love. All of it does, really. The angry hickeys on her neck, the scratches down her back, even the little crescent moons she can still feel on her hips. All for love.

Tori drags her lips across Jades upturned jaw, trying to participate in any way, to make sure she's a part of this moment. Jades hands soothe her scalp then slide to her safer shoulders.

When she's finished, Tori watches her closely, waiting for her to return. When her eyes finally open, they're lucid and Tori holds her thighs a little tighter. 'She here, she's with me.' Jade just smiles up at her, oblivious to her own rights. "Thank you..." she says shakily. Toris lips quirk. "No problem."

Jade just breathes again, runs her fingers through her hair, scans the room, a thesaurus of absent minded behaviors. Tori watches her calm, easy movements, and begins to feel her hold slipping away. She kisses Jade for a moment, as long as Jades eyes focus on her when it breaks. Not very long.

Tori frowns and Jade doesn't see it while she retrieves her phone from the bedside table. She settles back down and lifts an arm, scrolling away on her phone. Tori sighs and tucks herself into Jades side. She fits perfectly. 'Because this is where I'm supposed to be' she thinks. Jade kisses her forehead, and she relishes the unasked attention. 'Shes holding me, holding me to her. She knows it too.' She tells herself.

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A/N You have no idea how bad I wanted to call this insexcurity. Also I don't own Victorious.