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"It's ok, Grace, just be normal. Normal, right. I can do normal." Grace mutters to herself, tapping her fingers on the side of the second glass of wine next to her empty plate. The high pitch tink of her freshly painted nail hitting the glass draws annoyed glances from people around her eventually. She stops with a blush and buries her hands in her lap where she furiously grips the napkin laying there to keep herself from fidgeting nervously.
"He's going to hate me."
An app wasn't exactly her preferred method of meeting people. However, Felicia from the office, the only person who really tolerated her, insisted it was great, and highly recommended.
'If only to get laid.' Her co-worker had said with a cheeky wink and an elbow nudge. More friendly than they'd ever been before and so suddenly, it was weird, but it made her feel good.
Meeting people, getting laid, both are things Grace has generally had a hard time with. Especially since her mother's death, between her anxiety and attachment issues, both emotional and physical. When she did let herself get close to someone they always ended up either ghosting her, or grew uninterested in dealing with her stuttering, nervous attitude and off putting personality.
So when she matches with Dr. Gideon, or Victor, she thinks she might have hit the jackpot. He is well spoken, polite, intelligent, sweet. He hadn't even asked for a nude once or sent her an unsolicited dick pic or anything. Over the last few weeks they've shared so many long talks deep into the night, and chats that would go on for hours. Unlike with other people, she quickly became comfortable sharing so much with him, because he didn't make her feel judged or like a freak.
She's aware that him not having a profile picture is a bit of a red flag and the fact that he is so much older than her. Fifty four to her twenty five, thirty years between them, but Grace can't stop talking to him or thinking about him once she starts.
It is like they've known each other forever.
Grace decided quickly to not talk about Victor to anyone.
Wanting to keep him all to herself.
"Miss Ashcroft?"
A familiar sophisticated voice saying her name has her skin prickling and her tight muscles going relaxed. It's a voice she's fallen asleep to so many times since they agreed to start actually talking on the phone.
She turns toward it only to see a pair of black creased slacks adorning the longest, thickest thighs, right before her eyes travels up some more over a slightly rounded but firm gut covered in a black button up that looks enticingly soft. It is bisected by a blood red tie looped around his thick neck, then up even further to his face where her exploratory gaze stops.
His skin is pallid and pale, almost gray and she can see deep scars indicating he might have been injured at some point, and his face is framed by a head of slicked back silver shoulder length hair.
She can't see his eyes, since they are covered by a pair of shades. She isn't surprised, he had told her he had a prescription because of bad eyesight. His closed mouth smile is soft and gentle, and she bites her lip staring at them.
Wondering out of nowhere what kind of kisser he would be.
Consuming and passionate, or slow and seductive?
Grace can see herself framed in the dark lenses as she scrambles to her feet her hand extended to greet him back.
He has to be at least seven feet tall, and he was hunching over. He would be even taller if he straightened up. It's almost like he is trying to make himself look smaller, maybe he didn't like the attention from being so very big.
Though, if that is the case, that snakeskin trench coat wasn't exactly helping him to keep a low profile. In fact, he stood out like a sore thumb, but she couldn't deny how attractive it looks on him.
Anyone else it would have been ridiculously over the top, but on him it works.
She could tell just in a cursory glance that aside from his height, he is huge, appearing quite wide and solid. Like a brick wall of a man. Against her will, her thoughts grow very adult wondering what he would look like naked. Promptly shaking the embarrassing perverted thoughts off, a blush washes across her cheeks.
He smirks at her as if he can read her mind, and she pushes a strand of curled blonde hair behind her ear. She can feel heat radiating there as well, cursing her expressive body for giving away how sexy she finds him.
"I-I am…" Grace awkwardly but politely holds out her hand to the giant man, "Mr. Gideon, I presume?"
He takes her hand in his black leather covered mitts but he doesn't shake, instead he leans down. His lips press against the thin skin of the back of her hand, and she swears she feels a bifurcated tongue flick out of his mouth to lick at her skin when he does. It happens so quickly she convinces herself it has to be a product from the few gulps of wine she's already had going to her head. Her body feels warm like she's drunk too much, but she can't tell if that's from the alcohol or his presence finally being in front of her.
"You presume correctly, my dear, but please, Mr. Gideon makes me feel so old. Call me Victor." He says with a chuckle, as he stands back up, and his smile finally reveals his teeth. Her eyes widen to see golden caps on each of his crooked teeth, like a bear trap, but she can't help but find it sort of charming.
She nods with a wide smile, her eyes shining with mischief, "Then you must call me Grace."
Pride fills her at getting that out without one stutter, but the entire interaction is a big joke so she feels comfortable maybe that's why. They've been calling each other Victor and Grace for weeks after all.
A waiter appears all of a sudden to inquire about taking Victor's coat, and Grace tries to pull her hand away in embarrassment realizing they are still clasping hands. For a second, she can feel Victor's hand hold hers for a second too long, the grip tightening oppressively around hers as she tugs back.
Like playing tug of war between them.
Her chest releases a tight breath after he finally lets go and declines the offer with a curt tone to the waiter. He clearly doesn't like being interrupted. She didn't either, so she shrugs off the cold slithering down her spine when he furrows his brow, and how his previous sweet gleaming smile curls into a golden flashing snarl for a second.
He sits down when she does, and they order. Him gazing into her crystal clear blue eyes, and her into the glare of his dark frames.
They reflect the candlelight, making it look like fire in his eyes as they begin talking.
Just like on the phone, and through text, their talk flows easily with there being no awkward pauses or uncomfortable silences.
"So, how have you been, my dear?" Victor asks her, taking a long drink from his glass which contains a dark red wine, almost looking like blood. It is a continuance of a talk they had just today, like the talk never ended despite being face to face now.
Their food is delivered and she cuts into her medium rare steak with gusto, thanks to his glasses she doesn't see the gleam of avarice in his eyes as she bites into the bloody flesh. His gaze heats watching her jaw chew right before the meat moves down her swan like throat when she swallows.
"Mr. Dempsey has been weird lately." Shaking her head she explains, going into a familiar rant about her boss, "He's been strangely pushy about asking me if I would be interested in going into the field lately. Despite knowing I am happy being an analyst, and like being behind a desk.
Victor just nods, grinning at her while lacing his gloved ringed fingers over the table in front of his mouth.
"Then just today he all but guilted me into accepting this case, where I have to go back to where my m-," she pauses, before covering her mouth abashedly. Realizing she may have said too much she shakes her head, and sighs, "Sorry, I can't talk about ongoing cases." she changes the subject smoothly, "You told me about this experiment you've been preparing for, how's that going?"
"As a matter of fact, I just got some news recently that it is ready to begin any day now. It will be quite exciting."
As he talks his gaze remains fixated and steady on her every movement.
Victor drives her home, and she's just about to say good bye. It is the end of the date, a natural progression even though she was having the best time, but then he cups her chin so sweetly. There is no stopping her from kissing him full on his scarred split lips after that.
The inside of the car quickly heats up, the windows fogging as they descended into the throes of passion.
Never once do either of them break their kiss, as she crawls into his lap from the passenger seat, and he hits the lever to slide the seat back for her.
"So considerate." Grace teases, settling down on his lap and gasping, her eyes widening to feel him throbbing and hard under her. Seems like he really is huge everywhere, already her core is clenching eagerly for it.
"Oh Grace," His glasses reflect her flushed, debauched face as he draws out her name, like he's savoring it in his mouth, "you are so perfect."
Grace gasps her eyes rolling at the praise, unable to catch her breath as Victor kisses her lips over and over, his bitter red wine breath washing over her face leaving her dizzy. He grasps her jaw, leaving her no chance of turning her head away. He trails down her throat, and around to kiss the nape of her neck, licking and nipping it as she desperately pulls on his tie to pull him closer with one hand, the other grasping his broad back under his coat.
He bites into her shoulder with his crooked teeth. It sends her into a shivering fit in pleasure at the thought that he was going to leave a mark on her.
"I just want to eat you up, darling."
Her hips shift uncontrollably, undulating against his lap, the sensations have her letting out a needy whimper. It's been so long since she's been laid, her last boyfriend sucked in bed-not in the good way either-but even worse was that he ghosted her without a trace.
She's been too anxious to try since.
Until now.
"Victor, oh fuck, I am…I need…"
"Tell me what you need, sweetheart. Whatever it is, shall be yours."
"You. I need you, please."
"You already have me, Grace."
He thrusts up against the damp center of her, pulling on her thighs to bring her further down against his throbbing cock.
"It's still not enough. I want more." Grace whispers into his ear, nibbling on it with dull straight teeth. He shudders, and she can feel his cock jump against her making her grind against it harder.
"Greedy girl." Victor hisses with a smirk against her skin, teasing her. She swears he sounds like a snake, which makes her even hotter for some reason.
After another long, lingering wet kiss he takes her face and pulls her back with a groan, his gloved hands stilling the movement of her restless hips.
"Wh-what is it? What's wrong?"
"Sweetheart," he sighs, shaking his head regretfully, "we need to stop."
Her eyes go wide, panicked and her breath stutters as does her words, "N-no, no. Why? I want to…"
"I know, my dear, but we should take this slow. No need to rush something good."
"D-do you not want to…"
"Grace." His tone is reproachful and she feels ridiculous asking that when his throbbing cock is pressed into her panties which are slick, the wetness soaking onto the front of his crotch.
"I do want to." He lets out a hiss throwing his head back, when she kisses the front of his throat, where his scar is deep. "Now that we've found each other, we have plenty of time. Right?"
"I-I guess..." She pouts, and leans back before settling on the passenger seat, her arousal still thrumming in her blood heatedly.
"Besides, we both have important work that we need lots of rest for."
Her sad nod makes his heart thump with affection.
He walks her to the front door of her apartment and waits as she slowly shuts it as if waiting for him to change his mind, bust open the door and take her on the entry rug.
He wants to, more than almost anything.
Almost.
Another kiss, this one on her forehead, "We'll see each other again soon."
"Okay, if you say so."
Victor walks away whistling, feeling her gaze on him through a window the entire time.
He wasn't lying what he said they would see each other again soon, in fact, after entering his car again he glances at his watch. By his estimates he will be seeing her again in less than twelve hours at a hotel they are both quite familiar with for different reasons.
Thankfully for his sake, Mr. Dempsey accomplished his order, and got Grace to agree to going back to the Wrenwood without issue.
That had always been going to happen in one way or another, but when he got word that Grace was complaining about lack of companionship he couldn't pass up the chance to make contact with her. It was fortunate that his connections within the FBI are still quite numerous, and wide reaching. The opportunity practically fell into his lap after all, he couldn't help but smirk at the mental image of her falling into his lap as well just a bit ago.
However he hadn't anticipated they would connect so well, especially physically.
Grace is a unique specimen, gorgeous beyond measure, he knew that already, and she is clearly attracted to him as well. He has her wetness gracing his crotch as a lovely reminder.
"Until we meet again, Grace." The lights in her apartment go dark and he drives away smiling triumphantly.