Roughly two and a halfish hours later, Sidney takes his tongue out of Tori’s mouth for the umpteenth time that evening so they both catch their breaths. It started off innocently enough, just a couple of pecks, then they delved deeper and deeper until somebody started feeling the other and then they were rolling and giggling and nibbling on lips and necks and an earlobe here and there, it was nice. ‘Twas steamy, sure, and significantly less innocent than both of them expected, but it was nice. It felt right, and when the last movie came to an end and the lights came back on, that felt right too.
What didn’t feel right, as far as Tori was concerned, was Albey’s offer to smoke her up once the French kissing had subsided. It’s not that it felt wrong, she makes that perfectly clear; she’s not trying to push him away or anything, it’s just that she’s not a smoker, nor does she want to experiment with it.
“I don’t blame you,” Sidney says, putting the weed jar back on its pedestal where it’s sat undisturbed for the past however long. “I am curious, though. Why not?”
“Because I’m not try’n’a make out with an ashtray, dude. Duh,” she tells him with a wink, and suddenly they’re on top of each other again and it feels so nice. It feels the way the beginning of a relationship is supposed to feel: light, innocent, with potentially heavy intentions so long as things continue along the way they’re seeming to go, which they very well may be. Sidney doesn’t know it because he can’t snoop around inside Victoria’s mind, and Victoria doesn’t know it because she can’t snoop around inside Sidney’s mind, but both are thinking about how being single isn’t quite as wonderful as it’s cracked up to be, how a certain someone might be asking a certain someone else a certain question in the nearish future which will certainly receive a certain answer.
But that will be then and this is now, and now, well… now things are nice. Even with the lights on, things are still nice. Does anything else really matter?
When the young and reckless come up for air, Tori’s curiosity gets the best of her.
“So… do you smoke, like, all the time?”
Sidney’s face says uh-oh but his mouth says, “What if I do? I didn’t hear any complaints during the movie.”
“Well you obviously didn’t smoke before the movie, I would have been able to tell.”
“Yeah? It’s that noticeable?”
“You have no idea. My last boyfriend was really into cigarettes, and I know they’re not the same as weed, but like… blegh. It got to the point where I made him brush his teeth and use mouthwash before I came over. He wouldn’t even do it sometimes, it was so gross.”
“Really?” Albey asks, thinking back to Jocelyn. They were usually both fresh off a powwow before they hooked up – almost exclusively, in fact – but he never noticed any ashyness. Then again, it was in his mouth too, so would he? “So what’d you guys do, just like, not kiss?”
“Oh no, we kissed,” Victoria says without missing a beat. “Just, y’know. Elsewhere.”
“Elsewhere,” said with direct eye contact.
A beat goes skipped by Sidney Blake.
“You uh,” Sidney says, unable to help the smirk bulging from his cheeks, “you try’n’a tell me something, Vic’?”
“Nah,” she says, then smiles a little bit. “Well, maybe. Just sharing some information.”
“Information,” he repeats.
“Information,” she confirms, then stretches her arms and yawns like a lioness. “Hey what time is it? I feel like it’s getting late.”
“C’m’ere, I’ll whisper it in your ear.”
She doesn’t get off the bed, so he goes to her. Not a single word is whispered.
At some point the twentysomethings manage to get their tongues untied and Sidney walks Tori out to her car, holding her hand all the way there. It may seem a little gross, Sidney knows, but she started it. Not his fault. They kiss again at her car door, generating so much energy her headlights blink to life ahead of her motor, then they fizzle out when their lips come apart.
“Before you go,” Sidney says with his hands on the small of her back.
“Before I go,” Victoria answers with her hands on the small of his.
“When you were sharing your information before, you said your last boyfriend.”
“I did,” she says, not sure where he’s going with it. “So?”
“So… does that make me your current boyfriend? Or are you still mingling?”
“Oh, I’m definitely mingling,” Tori says, then goes up on her toes and flicks the tip of his nose with the tip of her tongue. “There is this one guy I’m talking to, but I don’t know. He smokes weed, kind of a deal breaker.”
“Yeah?” he asks half-seriously.
“Yeah,” she says, not seriously at all.
Sidney kisses Victoria under the light of the crescent moon then, pulling her close and holding her there. Neither make any move to break away until they both do simultaneously.
“Well I’m talking to a girl, too. Just so you know.”
“Oh yeah? Poor thing. I feel sorry for her.”
“Me too,” as his hands move south ahead of the upcoming winter. She allows it. “I don’t think she knows what she’s getting into.”
“Probably doesn’t,” as her hands follow a similar flight pattern, making Sidney jump a little bit with a squeeze. “I know my guy’s in trouble. I’ve been told I’m hard to handle.”
“Oh, you too?” Albey says, and they try not to laugh at that terrible joke, they really do, but both fail horribly. Then they kiss one another again, hands full of each others’ asses like a pair of semi-hairless apes with no concept of shame, and that’s not so horrible. “Okay,” he says when they stop, “you got’a go or else I’m taking you back inside.”
“If you insist,” Victoria says, then takes her hands off his ass and kisses him again. He holds onto her for a couple seconds longer, but eventually lets go. “When will I see you again?”
“I don’t know,” he says honestly. He didn’t think he’d get this far in the first place. Still doesn’t fully believe it happened, honestly, but he’s getting used to the idea. “When do you want to see me again?”
“I don’t know,” she says honestly. She thinks tomorrow would be nice, but she doesn’t know. “Wan’a play it by ear?”
“Yeah, works for me,” with a contagiously goofy smile.
“Oh, is that what I am to you? Just work? Nice, Albey.”
Albey grabs Victoria by the ass and pulls her close to him again, planting a deep kiss sure to blossom into a beautiful rose. They part and stare into each other’s eyes. Neither say a single word, it would only spoil this moment, the first of its kind between them. The first of many, mayhap, if Sidney survives through the night. Anything can happen in a small town like Logger’s Pond, you see; at any given time one might be just a moment away from an encounter with something horrible, with the very thing that goes bump in the night.
“Goodnight, Miss Victoria,” Sidney says as he steps back, sliding his hands into his pockets.
“Goodnight, Sidney Blake.”
Victoria ducks into her coupe and closes the door, but doesn’t look away as she starts the engine. Nor as she backs out of his driveway, which is kind of dangerous, but her eyes hit the road as she’s driving away. Sidney’s follow the pair of red taillights until they disappear up the deceptively gradual Sawblade slope, and even then he stares out into the darkness for a few choice minutes.
“‘Man,” Sidney says, shaking his head at himself. “‘Man oh ‘man oh ‘man.”
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