Murdoc's Victory

The rest of the month had gone by more or less uneventfully. It was now May, Vicky had managed to find a couple of schools to interview with for a position as music teacher and she was glad to be able to play music again. She looked around her apartment and sat indian-style onto one of her couches, turning on the stereo as she did. Leaning into the small one-person couch, she used her right hand to count time along with Mozart's Symphony No. 40.

To Vicky it was the perfect way to start the morning. She had her music playing on the radio, a cigarette in her hand, a trio of hard-boiled eggs with no yolk and plenty of salt, and last but not least her pajamas still on. The day definitely had a stay-at-home vibe and she wouldn't have it any other way. As the stereo changed to the more pronounced beat of Selena's 'God's Child (Baila Conmigo)' Vicky got the sudden urge to dance. Grabbing half of one of the hard-boiled eggs and stuffing it into her mouth, she stood in front of a large framed Che poster and began dancing.

She might have looked like an idiot to anybody else, but at that moment Vicky felt like the sexiest woman ever. She saw her uncovered legs move back and forth in rhythm with the music. Every time she lifted her arms while dancing her large shoulder cut-off t-shirt rose to meet her upper thigh. Her curly hair was even curlier that morning after have slept with wet hair and she gripped her scalp, messing up the curls in the process giving her a wild-mane type of hair. Her make-up had smudged all over her eyes. She looked as if she had spent the night making love and as of this moment, Vicky almost felt as if she did.

Once the song was over, Vicky sat back down onto her couch, laughing as she did so. She turned the volume down and grabbed her cigarette from the ashtray. Vicky was just finishing her breakfast when a knock interrupted her reading. Looking at the door and then at herself she responded with, “Coming!”

Vicky got up to walk to her room when there was another knock. It grew louder and by the time Vicky had put on a pair of pants and opened the door, the knocking had grown to be very loud. “I said I'm coming, geez!”

She was a bit surprised to find Murdoc on the other side of the door. “Oh hey, what's up?” She furrowed her eyebrows and leaned against the open door.

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Aren't yah goin' t'invite me in?” He crossed his arms.

“Who said I wanted you in my place?” She smirked but stepped aside, opening the door wider to allow him in. “So what can I do for you Mr. Niccals? What was with all the knocking?”

“Nothing really. I was just getting' impatient, yah know.” He looked around curiously. “Nice place. Homey.”

“Yeah. It's not much. Definitely not a Kong but it's comfy and cheap so I guess I can't ask for much more. So really, what can I do for you?” She walked to the kitchen after grabbing her plate from the coffee table. “Coffee?”

“Tea. Green, thanks. Actually I–I wanted to know how the other side lived.” He carelessly sat in one of the larger couches, putting his feet on the coffee table.

“Impressed?” Vicky walked out some minutes later.

“I'm never impressed love. There's not much that can do it for me these days.”

“How depressing that must be.” She grinned.

Murdoc shrugged. “Eh what isn't, right?”

Murdoc had not plans on visiting Vicky that morning. Hell, he wasn't even supposed to be awake but he was starting to get desperate. It really ticked him off that every time she was anywhere within range of him that twerp would take her attention. Not that 2D knew what to do with it. He really was just wasting time. Valuable time that Murdoc could be using to shag the daylights out of Vicky. And by the way she looked that morning, she would definitely look amazing after a nice bit of the old in-out-in-out.

She either didn't care or didn't notice, but Murdoc could barely keep up with the conversation with how much he was distracted by her shoulder. More specifically, the skin that was showing thanks to her t-shirt falling to the side. He kept wishing she would bend over and maybe he could get a better glance at her breasts, but luck wasn't with him today and he didn't get his wish.

“Murdoc? You listening?”

“Huh-what? Oh! Yeah! Yeah. I agree, compleeeetely.” He waved her off.

“Uh-huh… You agree, really?”

“That's what I said wasn't it?”

“I was just making sure because I never pegged you for the type to agree that turtles should be pink.”

“What?” Nearly spitting out his tea he looked at her with a confused stare.

“Are you finished fantasizing about my breasts now?” Vicky lit a cigarette with a smirk.

“Darling, I'm never done fantasizing about those, uhuhuh.” He flicked his tongue against the side of his mouth in a seductive manner.

Vicky felt her face warm up but simply responded by getting up and taking his tea cup. “No tea for you then.” She walked to the kitchen in hopes that the extra seconds would help relax her. But as she turned around the first thing she saw was Murdoc leaning against her refrigerator. “Um… Hi?” She looked around a bit nervously.

“Hello.” He got closer. This was it. Murdoc knew that today was going to be the day he would take her. He could barely hold himself anymore. He didn't understand how she could have held out for almost a month without giving in to him. Usually he would have shagged a woman and be done with it. But she wasn't giving in to him. Murdoc refused to think that the Dullard could have such an affect on her that he would be the reason Vicky didn't give in to him.

“Murdoc? What are you doing?” She seemed nervous now and her face–no her whole body had turned at least two shades pinker. It made Murdoc smirk even more to know how much his approach could stir her up.

“Nothin', love. Nothin'.” He backed her up against the counter. “Do yah know how gorgeous yah happen t'look right now?” He said, placing his hand on both sides of her body.

“Stop your BS Murdoc.” She licked her lips and looked right at his different colored eyes.

“Oh, I'm very serious Vicky. Yah look good enough to eat.” Slowly, he leaned closer to her and Vicky felt her eyes start to close, waiting for him to press his lips against hers. It was not an unfamiliar feeling but now that it was actually happening she didn't know how to react.

She was especially confused when Murdoc didn't kiss her but instead grabbed his tea from behind her and walked back to the couch, cackling the whole while.

After a good minute of standing in her kitchen, mouth agape, and listening to Murdoc laugh, she stomped to the bassist. “What was that?” She put her arms on her hips.

“What was what?” He snickered.

“That in the kitchen.”

“I really don't know what you're talkin' about, Vicky.” He said, peering at her from behind his teacup.

“Oh yes you do!” She quickly sat down on the table in front of him. “You were about to-” Vicky couldn't find it in her to finish the sentence and instead pinced her lips together as her pink shade returned.

“About to… What?”

“Kiss me…” She mumbled.

“I'm sorry, what was that?” Murdoc hid his smirk by taking a sip of tea.

“You were about to kiss me.” Vicky crossed her arms and looked around the room.

“Wha? Me! Kiss you? That's absurd. I was merely gettin' my tea back after you took it away.” He tapped on the teacup with his long cracked fingernail.

“No, you were gonna kiss me. I think I would know.” She still couldn't seem to look him in the eye.

“Oh would you now? And how would you know that when you've never been kissed?” Murdoc looked at her knowingly.

At that spun her head to look at Murdoc again. “How would you know that I've never been kissed? And anyway, that's besides the point!”

“I'm an expert, what can I say? I know these things. And if it was 'besides the point' as you so expertly put it, why would it matter if I tried to kiss you or not?” He took another sip of his tea, making a loud slurping sound.

“It doesn't matter.” Vicky's leg starting bouncing very quickly, which increased Murdoc's smug feeling.

“Doesn't matter? Then why get so worked up about it?” He took another obnoxiously loud sip. “Unless you wanted me to kiss you.” This was it, he was going to have her but she was going to have to come to him first. And then that pretty-faced 2D would just have to realize that when it came to him, Murdoc Alphonce Faust Niccals, there was just no competition.He would have her.

Because he wanted her and he would be damned by Lucifer himself if he didn't get what he wanted.

The silence in the air grew and Murdoc was begging to become impatient. Not that Murdoc was ever a patient man to begin with but nevertheless he maintained his silence in order to observe Vicky. She hadn't responded to his statement, leading him to believe that the reason behind it was that she did–in fact–want him to kiss her. But until she admitted to it, he wouldn't let her know positively. After all, it was fair wasn't it? She had refused him for so long and it would only boost his ego to know that no woman could resist him. Murdoc grinned at his new plan. Yes, he would get her to give in to him and the Murdoc would rub it in 2D's annoying face.

He took another loud sip of his tea, apparently bringing Vicky out of her trance because the next thing Murdoc knew she was speaking again.

“Would you stop that slurping! God, it's so annoying.” She uttered, the pace of her leg twitch quickening.

“My apologies, pet. I didn't know it was–”

“I do.” She caught him off guard.

“What was that?” Murdoc frowned.

“I mean, I wanted you to kiss me.” It was her turn to frown. Vicky was not sure if she was making the right move but damn it all! She wasn't going to pretend that she wasn't attracted to Murdoc either.

Even if he was an arrogant, insufferable bastard.

“Oh.” Murdoc cleared his throat. He did not plan for her to give in this quickly. He had hoped to tease her a bit before finally diving in for his prey. But he wasn't complaining either. He opened his mouth to say something but he decided that the proper approach was an action driven one.

It was not a second later that Murdoc decided to put his teacup down and grab Vicky's face. Catching her off guard, he lay his thin green lips right on her small plump ones. Vicky inhaled sharply at the sudden contact but didn't pull back.

He pulled away to look at her face, her eyes were barely open as were her lips. Her breathing had increased and the flush on her cheeks made Murdoc's little friend stir. He grabbed her again, this time by her waist, and had her sit on his lap as he brought their lips together once again. Their second kiss was much more hurried as Murdoc moved from her lips to her jaw and then her neck.

Vicky placed her hands on Murdoc's shoulders while he was busy nipping at her neck and lower lip.

This felt really good.

Sinfully good.

To have Murdoc grabbing her in that way and kissed her so dominantly. She gave out a light gasp when he started sucking on the area of her neck where he had been nibbling on just moments before. It was then she realized that what he was doing was going to give her a visible reminder of what she was doing.

And then Vicky thought of 2D.

“Stop.” She pushed him away, Murdoc groaning as he leaned back into the armchair.

“But-But I was barely getting started! You haven't even begun to feel good yet!”

“Well that felt good enough.” She blushed, admitting not helping in her goal.

“Oh believe me, Vicky, it never feels god enough until you've gone all the way with me.” He chuckled.

“I don't doubt that.” She cleared her throat. “But the truth is that I'm starting to feel guilty and I don't like it.” She frowned, looking to the floor then back to Murdoc.

“Guilty? Guilty for what? Kissing me? Why should you feel guilty about that?” He grimaced, knowing exactly why she was feeling guilty. But he didn't think she would say it either.

“2D…”

“2D? That's why you feel guilty?” He could not believe his luck! Just when he was starting to get beyond this wall with 2D's face plastered on it, it came right back down to taunt him.

“Yeah.” She got up from Murdoc's lap and began to pace, not noticing that Murdoc looked down at the lack of warmth she had left. “See, I know that he likes me–to some extent. And the truth is, I'm kind of fond of him myself.” She looked at Murdoc. “Not to say I'm not attracted to you. I wouldn't have let you kiss me if that wasn't the case, but point is that I can honestly say I can see nothing good coming out of this… us…” She stared at him.

“Darling all we have to do is give the sheets a good rustle and be done with it. 2D doesn't even have to know! That's how simple it is. We have a good shag, and I mean a really good shag uhuhuh, and then you go back to talkin' about zombies and idiocy with the dullard.” He shrugged, trying not to let her see exactly how much it bothered him that she was thinking of that dunce while she was with him!

“Well you're right about it being simple. What you're wrong is what is simple. I would never just 'shag' you and be done with it. I'm not like that. But is that's what you really think of me then you can just get the hell out of my apartment.” She stared him down.

“No need to get feisty, it was just an idea.” Murdoc would need to be careful. If he was going to have her then he was going to have to be a but more suave. So that she could still give in to him first. “But if you really think I should leave then I will.” He stood up and right when he was at the door he turned around. “But don't think that I'll give up this easily either, pet. You'll see why I'm a much better choice than 2D but until then I'll leave the decision up to you.” And with that he was gone.

Vicky gave an exasperated sigh and roughly sat on her armchair. “Asshole…”

She turned on the radio in hopes that a little music would help relax her. But when his 'Double Bass' came on groaned, sinking deeper into her armchair.

She tried to hide her smile from herself. The smile that appeared as she thought of Murdoc giving her her first kiss.

And what a kiss it was.