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Viktor and Jayce’s lab is always cold. This, Mel knows for certain. In her hands clutches a soft blanket left behind in her room. It’s Jayce’s, she assumes. A now forgotten sheet of fabric that would collect dust if she had not picked it off the floor and folded it up neatly.
Now, at this late hour, Mel wants to return it to its owner. And yes, maybe it’s an excuse to see Jayce and Viktor again. She had seen them earlier, but was it really a crime to want to drop in for a visit so soon? Mel was sure that this wouldn’t even be considered as late for them.
The large, towering door of the lab is slightly creaked open, so Mel pokes her head in to observe. It is dead quiet, unlike most times she comes by. Usually, she can hear the chattering voices of the two men, either discussing their latest work with such vigour she can’t bear to look away, or they are bickering over something so mundane she must step in to break up the petty quarrel.
Neither is the case tonight. When Mel scans the room, there is only one figure at the desk. The rest of the space is empty. She pushes the door open further. It makes a subtle creak, but the man at the table swivels around in his chair. Worn down amber eyes look back at her, expression unreadable. His elegant crutch stands to attention beside him.
“Hello, Ms Medarda,” greets Viktor flatly. He does not look surprised to see her, but he isn’t sounding disappointed either. “I’m afraid you just missed Jayce. He has gone home for the night.”
Mel strides across the room, blanket still draped over one of her arms. “That’s unfortunate, I suppose. But you’re still here.”
“That would appear to be so.” He returns to his work.
Mel has always admired Viktor from afar. She is very aware that he has reason to hold distaste for her, being a councillor and all. Viktor is, of course, from Zaun. Not the most friendly or easiest place to grow up. She can only assume his experiences have moulded him into becoming so standoffish, so guarded and impenetrable. It had been easy to crack Jayce’s shell and worm her way inside, courting him with flattery and charm. But Viktor is a puzzle Mel cannot figure out.
She has never been one to turn down a challenge, however.
Mel unfolds the blanket in her arms. It is a regal blue, with the cotton inside dyed a dark red. Not quite Talis colours, but close enough. She steps forward towards the desk, towards Viktor, and drapes it around his shoulders.
He stops writing instantly. The hand holding his pen drops it and reaches for his shoulder, rubbing the soft material between his fingers.
“This is Jayce’s,” he states.
“It is.”
Viktor cranes his neck around to stare at Mel, utterly perplexed. “What— Why did you…”
“You looked cold, Viktor,” she says sweetly. “If you must stay here past working hours, at least try to prevent catching your death.”
Viktor is so shocked by her actions, having access to one of Jayce’s belongings, placing it over his body as if they were friends, that he cannot answer. Mel smiles. She has made a dent in the puzzle.
“I do not need your pity,” Viktor huffs. “If you only came to return this, Councillor, then I must ask you to leave. I need silence to work.”
Mel does not move to leave. Instead, she pushes a few blueprints over to the side and hops up onto the desk. Viktor looks distraught by the sight of her messing up the papers, but also intrigued by how un “Mel-like” she is acting.
“Is it hard to believe that I would just like you to stay warm, Viktor?” Mel crosses her legs and places her hands in her lap as she leans forward. She is looking down on Viktor now, shrinking in his seat. The blanket still hangs off his shoulders. “You work so hard, I just don’t want you to neglect yourself.”
“Am I your pet, Ms Medarda?” scoffs Viktor. “Do not act condescending towards me.”
“I’m not,” she says. “I promise.”
“I have learned not to take the promises of the council very seriously.”
“Then tonight—“ Mel removes the golden ring from her finger. “I am not the council. Please consider me as your friend.”
Viktor rolls his eyes, but a tint of pink has started to appear on the tips of his ears, obscured by his hair.
“And why would you entertain yourself with a friendship, with an Undercity man, no less? Surely you have all you could ever want with Jayce wrapped around your finger.”
“You’re right,” Mel says. “Jayce has been… very receptive. But you, Viktor, continue to cage yourself.”
“I am not as naïve as him,” Viktor retorts. “It is his fatal flaw.”
Mel leans forward slightly more, teetering on the edge of the desk. If she toppled over, she would land face-first onto Viktor’s chest. “Oh, but you are, Viktor. And that is why I like you.”
There is a flinch. Mel can see it with her eyes trained on Viktor, as they have been all evening.
“Excuse me?” he splutters.
“You have no doubt noticed that I have taken an intimate interest in your partner,” Mel continues. Viktor seethes with tangible jealousy, but he does not interrupt. “However, it shocked me when such a brilliant man could not notice that my interests were not only reserved for him.”
The bitter envy has changed into shock. “You— Stop this. Do not try to sweet-talk me. I am not Jayce. I am not going to bed you after a few empty compliments.”
With one hand balancing on her thigh, Mel reaches out and traces a thin finger over Viktor’s jaw. He seems to malfunction at the touch, wanting to pull away and ease into it simultaneously.
“Then, if not compliments, what would convince you?”
The blush spreads from Viktor’s ears to his face, and splotches of crimson form on his face like paint on a canvas. Mel wants to memorise this colour and add it to her next piece. Her, the artist; Viktor, the muse.
“I don’t understand,” he whispers. “What could you possibly want with me? You have Jayce. You have everything. I am— I am nothing compared to what you have at your fingertips.”
Mel cocks her head. “I have a lot. But I don’t have you. Maybe I am just greedy, Viktor.”
Viktor pulls out of reach of Mel’s touch. “You are making a fool of me.”
“You have not taken off the blanket.”
Viktor glances at the sheet of blue wrapped around his shoulders and exhales sharply. “Because it is Jayce’s.”
Ah. I see now. Mel’s eyebrows rise. “I said I was greedy, Viktor, not selfish. I see the way Jayce looks at you, and to be quite honest, it makes me jealous.” She smiles. “It is not only him that piqued my curiosity that night, you know. You have always been the most intriguing side of your partnership. Jayce is an open book, but you are something to study. An enigma. Someone who—“
“Stop,” he objects. “Just— No. I can’t listen to you speak like this.”
Mel’s voice lowers to a whisper. “Like what?”
“Like… You want me.”
Slowly, carefully, so as to not bump Viktor’s body, Mel gets off the desk. As she had been speaking, she had shimmied over the desk, little by little, until she was in front of Viktor. So when she slides down, she is standing between his open legs. Viktor’s head is bowed.
“I asked before, but I can repeat myself,” Mel says. “If compliments are meaningless, what would you prefer I do?”
Mel hears Viktor chuckle before he raises his head.
“Do actions not speak louder than words in Noxus, Ms Medarda?”
Their eyes meet in the middle. Viktor, despite sitting down, does not falter.
One of Mel’s hands reaches down and brushes over his stronger thigh. Steadying herself, Mel leans down and softly presses her lips against Viktor’s.
His lips are so cold that it’s almost alarming. But Viktor kisses with a warmth so intrinsically familiar that Mel feels as if they have done this a hundred times before.
When she pulls away, fingers now digging into Viktor’s leg, he reaches up and quickly pulls her back by the back of the head. Their mouths connect, and Mel squeaks.
“Relax,” Viktor whispers against her cheek. “Sit.”
Her eyes flicker down, catching sight of the brace secured to his right leg.
“You won’t hurt me,” he reassures her. “Sit, Mel.”
It’s the first time he’s said her name tonight. It’s probably the first time he’s said it in months . But he says it so perfectly, so effortlessly, that it sounds like he’s been saying it his whole life. Mel carefully lowers herself onto Viktor’s lap, and his hands go to her waist. The blanket crumples and falls off his shoulders, half on the chair and half on the floor.
“Beautiful,” Viktor murmurs. God, the way he speaks. Mel’s back arches into his touch, and he runs his soft, feather-like hands over her sides and up her back to her shoulder blades. She is straddling him now, both legs wrapped around his torso.
“Viktor,” she breathes. “You want this as well?”
He places a kiss in the center of her collarbone. “I told you. I don’t just bed someone after a few compliments.”
Mel laughs. “So, have I passed the test?”
“Hmm,” ponders Viktor. “There are hypotheses I would like to explore.”
Mel cups his face with her palms and kisses him feverishly, more intense than before. Her hips move involuntarily as Viktor licks and then bites on her lower lip. His slender hands help steady and guide her so she has friction to rut against.
“I… will not be like other men you have slept with,” Viktor confesses. “I am… My leg gets in the way. And my…anatomy is identical to yours.”
Mel has to process what he means for a moment. Oh. She thinks about what to say, but Viktor has already crumbled so many of his walls. It would be cruel to poke around in the debris.
So all she says is, “You think I would limit myself to only men?” before diving back in, ignoring Viktor’s noises of surprise at her answer.
Viktor presses their bodies together as they kiss, and Mel continues pushing herself lower, feeling the cool buttons of Viktor’s shirt against her skin. Her pearl-white dress has started to hike up, revealing more of her thighs, contrasting colours becoming immediately apparent.
Viktor’s hands are sneaky, moving from Mel’s back to her legs, trailing lightly and almost slipping under the fabric, but cheekily moving away before they can brush against her ass.
“Do not be a tease, Viktor,” Mel groans. One of her hands wrap around Viktor’s wrist and places it where she wants. Taken aback, Viktor keeps his hand still for a moment before kneading into the soft flesh above her thighs, eliciting a sigh.
Viktor leans into the crook of Mel’s neck and nibbles at the tender skin. “We should move this elsewhere,” he mutters.
“Yes,” Mel gasps. She slips off his lap, not bothering to fix her crumpled clothing. “Where—“
Viktor reaches behind him and picks up the almost forgotten blanket. He gets up from the chair, using it as an aid to stay steady. Then, with both hands, he unfolds the blanket to its full size, letting it settle on the floor.
“What, on the blanket, Viktor?” Mel whispers.
He shrugs. “The tile is too cold.”
“But— We’ll have to give it back to Jayce eventually—“
“Jayce will understand.” And with that, he grabs Mel by the hips and pulls her in for another kiss.
Mel doesn’t resist when they sink to the floor, slowly, gently. Viktor has to take care with his braced leg, but when they get low enough, he is able to lay back with Mel above him. His hair is spread out around his head, and one of her fingers finds its way to the locks, twisting them and letting them drop in spirals.
“You are gorgeous,” she says softly. “Really, Viktor. How do you speak so low of yourself when you look like this?”
Viktor scoffs. “High praise coming from you.” With one hand still on Mel’s skin, he grabs at the buttons around his neck, undoing his collared shirt. Each button reveals more of his milky white skin, and Mel dips down to get a taste.
Her love bites show up so clearly on Viktor’s skin. Within a few seconds, they blossom a dark scarlet, which will soon turn to a purple hue. The idea only spurs Mel on further.
As she has been busy kissing, Viktor’s shirt is removed and tossed to the side. His skin is dusted with moles and blush, acoompnying two thin scars under his nipples. Viktor snakes up her back and feels for the small golden zipper, the subtle sound of it coming off joining the harmony of soft gasps between the two. When it is loose enough, Mel slips out of her dress and throws it away to join Viktor’s shirt in the corner.
Viktor drags his eyes over her body, taking in every inch. He is so tender with his gaze that Mel doesn’t feel at all self-conscious. Such a different look in his expression then when she had first entered the room.
“I see Jayce has branded you with Talis colours as well,” he smirks.
Mel looks down. Her bra and underwear are a matching red, the same shade on Jayce’s house crest. Viktor reaches up and fiddles with one of the straps as she laughs at the revelation.
“That man and his ego,” she sighs.
“Take it as a compliment,” Viktor says. “He is…quite possessive of those he cares about. In his own, strange way.”
“What did he give to you?”
Viktor jerks his head to the desk, where his crutch is balancing against. “That. And the brace. He made both.”
“House Talis, responsible for the creation of mobility aids and lingerie. Quite the resume.”
A shadow falls over Viktor’s face. There is still a hint of an amused smile on his lips when he kisses Mel again.
“Enough about Jayce.”
Every inch of Mel’s skin demands to be felt by Viktor’s wandering hands. When he gets apprehensive, unsure if Mel wants his touch, she takes his hands and places them where she wants, and he takes that as permission to guide himself. He starts with her waist and trails down, cupping her ass and only squeezes when they kiss so she gasps into his mouth. Then, Viktor moves up, fingertips featherlight over her breasts, slightly dipping under the fabric of her bra to tease her nipple. Each movement has Mel pushing her chest into Viktor’s talented hands more.
“Would you like this off?” he asks quietly. Mel nods and goes to reach behind her back, but Viktor pushes himself up with one hand and reaches around for the clasp with the other. In just a second, Mel’s bra is loose, and Viktor tugs it off with the same hand before lowering himself back to the ground.
“That was the hottest thing you’ve ever done,” Mel blurts out. Viktor’s hands are busy massaging her tits, but he hums.
“I have some experience.” He cups her left breast with one hand and gently takes it into his mouth. Mel gasps as a warm heat envelops her skin and Viktor’s tongue draws circles around her hardened nipple.
“Oh, Viktor…” Hands fly straight to Viktor’s hair, grasping at the back to pull him closer to her chest. He continues, bobbing his head slightly before popping off and planting a soft kiss over the spit-slicked area.
“What do you want from me, Mel?” Viktor rasps. His grip on her waist has tightened, and he gently moves the two of them to lay side by side. One hand remains on her waist, while the other dips between her legs and traces shapes along her inner thighs.
“I– Oh, God, Viktor,” moans Mel. He is so gentle, but so tantalising. So tender, but also so filthy.
“Tell me, and I will do what you ask.”
“I want–” She sucks in a deep breath. This request will either go over well or ruin the moment. Mel hopes its the former.
“I want… you to look at me the way you look at Jayce,” she whines hazily.
Viktor halts for a moment, confusion breaking across his face before softening. “Oh, darling,” he croons, pressing a light kiss to her temple. His eyes swim in thought for a few moments before leaning in, lips parted.
“When I look at Jayce, I see the stars,” he whispers against Mel’s ear. His voice is so low that she can feel goosebumps prick up on her arms. They squeeze tighter around Viktor with every word. “He is like a constellation. So many moving parts, all too beautiful to admire.”
What? What is the metaphor? Where is he going with this? Who even cares, Mel thinks to herself. The sound of Viktor muttering against her neck is so intoxicating that she doesn’t let herself think too hard about the words he says.
“But when I look at you, Mel, I see the sun.”
Mel’s stomach does a flip. Viktor continues speaking, laying kisses along her soft skin between breaths.
“You are radiant. Beautiful,” Viktor breathes. “You bring life to those around you. It would be an honour to be drawn into your orbit.”
Unable to stop herself, Mel grabs Viktor’s face with both hands and presses a hard kiss against his lips. When they come up for air, Viktor is ready with a quip, but Mel is faster.
“If you fuck as well as you speak, I am in for a good night.”
Viktor laughs. “Don’t indulge me, Councillor.”
The two detangle their legs and giggle as Viktor lays Mel down on the soft blanket. It has wrinkles in the outline of Viktor laying on it, which are covered by Mel. She adjusts herself as Viktor kisses her body, all the way down until he reaches her belly button. Then, he gazes up at her through his thick eyelashes and Mel feels her heart swell.
“Give me permission,” he says. Not a question. A demand. One he knows Mel will yield to.
“You have it,” she breathes. “You have all of me.”
Viktor shuts his eyes and kisses the inside of her thigh, pressing his cheek against the soft and sensitive skin there. Using both hands, he hooks his dextrous fingers through her underwear and tugs it down. Mel lifts her leg and flings the garment away with her foot. For a moment, Viktor forgets himself and stares at her, impressed. Then he shakes his head and sinks back down to between her legs.
“Shit,” he hisses. Mel’s breath hitches. Viktor rarely swears, or at least, he watches his language around her. So the added profanity is a turn-on. Mel hardly has time to brace herself before Viktor is licking up the slick that has pooled around her cunt.
“F- Fuck,” she breathes. Viktor has looped his hands around her thighs so they straddle his head, covering his ears. His eyes are shut, fully concentrated as he eats her out. His tongue works methodically, slow, meaningful swipes over herd folds and harsh, intense sucks at her clit.
“Some– Someone’s a professional,” Mel gasps out. Her grip unconsciously went to his hair again, tugging and pulling to get Viktor even closer. He was already buried deep in her cunt, now using his tongue to lick into her hole, causing the walls of her pussy to clench. When he pulls off, Viktor’s jaw is glistening.
“Someone else is excited,” he teases. His voice is a little gravelly, but his words affect Mel all the same. “You’re soaked, Councillor. How improper.”
Mel narrows her eyes, the competitive fire in her lighting up. He wants a back-and-forth?
Fine.
“You’re doing a poor job at hiding how wet you are, Viktor.”
Viktor’s eyes widen. Mel lets him process her words for less than a second before shoving his face back towards her cunt. He groans, getting back to work. But this time, she lets her legs spread wide, leaving his ears open to hear the filth spilling from her lips.
“I can see you– You’re grinding down on the blanket to get some pleasure,” she says. Her voice wavers as Viktor continues to suckle on her clit, but she is determined to finish this little game of banter he’s engaged them in. “You like getting me off like this. What a brilliant idea, having us do this on Jayce’s blanket. What do you think he’ll say when we return it, hm?”
A particularly strong suck against Mel’s sensitive nub is enough for her to cry out, temporarily causing her to stop talking. So this is how he wants to retaliate. She grins. Viktor is more fun to play with than she could have imagined.
“I think…” she ponders, fighting to keep her composure. “I think we should give it back like this. Without washing it. That’s quite improper, wouldn’t you agree?”
Viktor moans around her sex. The idea of Jayce spurs him on more. That Mel can work with.
“You know Jayce better than me. What do you imagine he would do? We could act coy, pretend not to know what happened to it. Would he know what we got up to? Would he go to bed with it wrapped around him, sleeping with the remnants of our pleasure on his body?”
Coming up for air, Viktor pants. He doesn’t stop the touch against’s Mel’s cunt, immediately replacing his mouth with his slender fingers. They rub up and down her folds and circle around her clit as Viktor comes closer to Mel’s face so he can whisper in her ear again.
“You have good ideas, Mel,” he purrs. “But Jayce is not so oblivious. I think he would know the events that transpired on this blanket. And I think he would enjoy holding the soiled parts up to his nose and breathing in our scents as he touches himself.”
Mel groans loudly. The mental image concocted by Viktor’s perfect voice and the sensation of his hands around her is more than enough to send her flying towards a climax. Viktor must be able to tell, because he speeds up his fingers and focuses on the spot that makes Mel’s stomach clench into knots.
“Can you imagine it?” Viktor asks. “Such a filthy sight. Our boy, curled up on his side. One hand on his cock and one hand on our blanket. He would be so sad about missing out that he’d have to come all over where we did to feel included.”
Our boy. Those two words echo in Mel’s head. Yes, Viktor is right. Jayce belongs to them. He’s their plaything, their beautiful doll to instruct and order around. And Mel knows from experience he’d do anything she or Viktor asked with an award-winning smile.
“You want to do a good job for him and me, do you not?” Viktor cooes. “You feel amazing around my fingertips, my darling. Come for me, and ruin this blanket.”
Mel clutches onto Viktor’s shoulders as she comes with a shout, slick dripping down her inner thighs and staining the blue of the blanket a darker shade. Viktor rubs her through the aftershocks, massaging the responsive area and pulling away just before it gets overstimulating.
“Incredible,” he whispers.
Mel gasps for air and heaves, calming down from her orgasm. Viktor is stroking her hair with his clean hand, staring adoringly as he patiently waits for her eyes to focus on him.
“Good girl,” he mutters. “You did well. I am glad the image of Jayce is as useful to your pleasure as it is to mine.”
Mel shudders from his praise and then places a kiss to his cheek. “It was you,” she says. “Don’t give Jayce all the credit.”
Viktor stutters, unable to form words for a moment. “W–Well, you… I–”
She smirks. “As attractive as I find Jayce–” Mel lets her hand sink past Viktor’s stomach to toy with the waistband of his pants. “–There is an equal amount that loves what you do to me.”
Gulping, Viktor looks into Mel’s eyes with trepidation. “I… do not want to take off my brace. But you are making me act irrational.”
“More so than usual?” Mel teases, popping the button on Viktor’s trousers and tracing over the seams. “I’ve heard all the mischief you get up to in this room. I bet tonight doesn’t even crack the top ten.”
Viktor huffs out a laugh. “Perhaps… there can be a compromise. If I can maneuver one of my legs out…”
Mel cups the back of Viktor’s head, taking an opportunity to feel his hair thread through her fingertips. She lowers him onto the blanket and makes him lay flat as she hovers over him.
“Leave it to me,” she smiles. “You took care of me. Now let me take care of you, Viktor.”
Viktor nods weakly as Mel starts pulling his pants and boxers down. She keeps going until the right side reaches his brace. Carefully, she grabs Viktor’s left ankle and pushes his leg up to reveal more of his alabaster skin.
“Bend your knee, love,” Mel instructs. Viktor obeys, and with a little bit of tugging, his left leg is free from its confiding clothing. Mel uses two fingers to touch Viktor, spreading him open and watching as his hole twitches with arousal.
“You’re waiting to be filled up, dear,” she purrs. “Do you need my fingers inside you?”
Viktor’s hips rock up, but Mel just teases his hole with her fingertips. He just short of spits when he speaks. “I don’t beg, Councillor.”
“Then I suppose you won’t be getting what you want, sir–”
Viktor’s hands move lightning fast when he grabs Mel’s wrist. Mel feels a flash of tremor shoot through her before remembering where she is. She’s in the lab. With Viktor. Who would never harm her.
The darkening look in his eyes is dangerous, but Mel’s temporary fear quickly turns to arousal.
“You’re going to use those fingers inside of me,” Viktor orders. “You can start with two.”
With Jayce, it was fun telling him what to do, where to lay, how to please. It is nice for Mel to be in control. There is a part of her that wants to tease Viktor and really make her work to fuck him.
But another part of her crumbles when he instructs her what to do with her hands.
Without a word, Mel circles the outside of Viktor’s waiting hole before sliding two fingers in, going deeper until her knuckles meet the hair on his mound. Viktor groans and throws his head back to the ceiling. When Mel tries to meet his eyes, all she can see is his jaw and bobbing Adam’s apple, a trickle of sweat running down his neck.
“Good?” she asks. Still facing up, Viktor caresses her face gently and rubs a finger over her lips. She takes it into her mouth and swirls her tongue around the digit.
“Yes. Very good. Move.”
Mel repositions her arm so she can thrust into Viktor quicker, nudging that sensitive spot inside him. Viktor’s pants and moans bounce around the room, along with the squelching sound of Mel’s fingers moving in and out.
“You’re so wet,” Mel gasps. For a moment she stops, pulls her fingers out and ignores the deep whine that Viktor lets out at the loss. She crawls up to face him, almost bumping his nose when she puts her own fingers in her mouth and sucks the taste of Viktor from her skin.
Viktor looks like he’s forgotten how to breathe. He is speechless as Mel’s cleans her hand, getting every drop soaked onto her hand. When she is done, her fingers return to between Viktor’s legs, stroking at his cock and daring to dip back into his eager hole.
“Finish me off,” Viktor croaked. “I need you.”
Mel kisses him as she pushes her fingers back, adding a third and making sure to curl up into the spot that makes Viktor keen and writhe under her touch. Viktor can’t keep his mouth from gaping, so instead of kissing, Mel licks and bites on his lips as she continues to finger him at a disturbingly fast pace.
Viktor starts clenching around her long fingers, and Mel can’t look away from the sight of her disappearing inside him. She pushes through the ache in her arm and speeds up. The slap of her palm against Viktor’s skin is so loud and dirty, and the mixture of her own spit and his juices drip onto the blanket, ruining it even more.
Suddenly it sounds like Viktor is sobbing, but when Mel looks at his face, it is only distorted in pleasure. He tries to speak, but his mouth only moves silently. And Mel can make out that the word he is attempting to say is ‘please’.
“I got you, love,” she assures him. “Let go for me.”
And let go he does. With a few more thrusts, Viktor wails, drenching his legs, Mel’s hand and Jayce’s blanket in a clear liquid. Viktor collapses, gulping in air. Mel wipes her hand off on the blanket and cuddles up next to him. He lifts his arm so she can rest on his shoulder and he strokes lines down the curve of her back.
“So, who is the better kisser?” Mel teases. “Me or Jayce?”
Viktor looks flustered. “Ah. Jayce and I… have never kissed.”
What.
Mel gawks at him. “No. The way you talk about him— The way he talks about you… That is a lie.”
“I definitely wish it was.”
Fingernails dig into Mel’s palms as she makes a fist and taps it against the ground. “Oh, I am going to kill him.”
“Not until I get my hands on him first.” Viktor wraps his arms around Mel’s waist and rolls over, putting her on top. “He’s going to be so mad you kissed me before he did.”
Mel giggles. “You’re right. I get to hold that over him forever now,” she says. “He is so in love with you, Viktor. He just needs…a little bit of a push.”
Viktor tucks a stray strand of dark hair behind Mel’s ear. “You were right. You are greedy.”
“As if you’re not.”
Viktor hums. Mel leans down, ready to feel the taste of his lips again.
The sound of the lab door opening is enough for her to freeze.
Viktor notices too and scrambles to get the blanket to cover Mel’s modesty. But when they turn to see the intruder, they are greeted with a familiar face.
Jayce is standing there, jaw open, hand twitching dangerously close to the bulge in his pants. His face is completely red, and when he takes a step back in shame, his knees nearly buckle.
Before either Mel or Jayce can say anything in their defence, Viktor opens his mouth.
“Ah, you’re back,” he says seductively. “Why don’t you join us? We’ve been talking about you all night.”