Disclaimer: I don't own them except for the kids!

First Attraction, Part 3

She could see him across the room. It was Saturday night and there was the semi-formal dance. It was being held at the Conservatory. Victoria scowled a little as she watched Julia hold onto him possessively. "Tramp," she muttered under her breath as she looked away.

********************************************************* ********************************

He could see her clearly across the room. She hadn't come with a date according to her brother, who was running around with Jonathon, Damien, and Miles. He could see Jonathon teasing Quatrina only to be smacked on the back of the head by the oldest Winner daughter. He chuckled to himself. He sighed as he felt Julia's arm loop around his again. He was beginning to hate how she clung to him. "Julia, could you stop hanging on me?"

Julia glanced up at him through her lashes. "You're in a sour mood tonight," she sulked.

"I've had a crappy week," Chris replied shortly as he looked away from her.

"I can tell," she retorted as she let go of his arm.

"It's not you, but could you just let me breathe for a little bit. Go off with your friends or something."

"Well I won't stay away too long, the dance is almost over." With that she walked away.

He raked his hand through his hair and looked back over where Victoria had been standing. He saw her in the far corner of the room talking to Leigh and Merin. She was smiling and laughing. "What am I going to do about her?" he asked himself. He had wondered what he was going to do. He didn't want to feel attraction for her, but he couldn't keep himself from thinking about her every minute for the past week. She was like a drug that he couldn't stay off of. "And there's only one way to deal with something that you can't stay away from," he said quietly as he continued to observe her.

********************************************************* ********************************

Victoria smiled as Jonathon innocently asked Merin to dance. Quatrina was trying to ignore Dominic as he flirted with her persistently. And Miles was trying to drag Damien into depravity, by flirting with the Isen twins, who were quickly earning reputations. "I should be thankful that none of those boys are our age."

"I couldn't agree more," Leigh said with an amused smile as she rolled her eyes as Jonathon gave her a wink. "Doesn't he know that he's only fourteen years old?"

"I think he knows, I think he's trying to follow in Chris' footsteps."

"Just what we need, two girl chasing Maxwells."

"May I have this dance?" Miles asked Leigh, as he bowed and smiled engagingly.

Leigh rolled her eyes again. "Do I have a choice?"

"No," he replied, grinning.

"Go on and dance with him Leigh. At least you can beat him up if he tries anything," Victoria laughed.

"True," Leigh replied as she took Miles' hand and went out to the dance floor.

********************************************************* **********************************

Victoria sighed and shook her head. She had danced with several boys earlier. She fanned herself with her hand. "I think I'll go outside until the dance is over." She turned on her heeled foot and left the atrium where the dance was being held to the outside. It was almost pitch black where she was, but she didn't mind. She tapped her foot on the sidewalk as she walked along the back of the building. "He looked good tonight," she mused as she thought of Chris. She could hear the music being played inside. Suddenly an arm went around her waist and turned her around. Her first instinct was to scream, but a mouth quickly slanted over hers, cutting anything off. But the hands around her were slipping around her waist, holding her close and the lips were gently persuasive. She leaned into her unseen kisser, her hands coming to rest on his forearms.

This was a total shock to her system. She had never been kissed like she was being kissed now. Her lips parted willingly, allowing him to slide his tongue against hers. She felt his hands, slightly calloused, slide down to her hands, grasping them before she was pushed lightly into the wall behind her. Her blood tingled with some fear and with excitement. The body in front of her was hard and unyielding. She could feel the cool stone pressing into her back. "Oh wow."

His touch wasn't at all unpleasant. It was arousing to say the least. And to someone of her limited experience anything more than kissing was alien to her. Victoria rubbed her tongue against his, making him growl in his throat and press her body into the stone even more. She felt like her insides were liquefying and if he wasn't there, she would fall into a helpless puddle on the concrete. His lips left hers momentarily. Her eyes fluttered.

"Keep your eyes closed," he whispered against her mouth, "Just feel. Don't look. And keep your hands where they are." His mouth melded with hers once again.

Victoria felt his hands slide back up her arms to her shoulders. Her fingers gripped the stone behind her, holding herself up. She felt his mouth trail across her cheek to her ear. Sparks shot through her when he sucked on her earlobe. Her fingers tightened on the wall. She shivered deliciously as his tongue traced the delicate shell before moving down her neck. Her skin was on fire. Her nerve endings were being singed beyond her control because of the intenseness of her feeling. She never imagined how hot someone's mouth could be. She could feel his tongue tracing patterns across the slope of her neck before pausing on one spot. Suction was applied and a tremor of pleasure rippled through her. His hands were sliding up and down her arms in a sensuous manner. His fingers toyed with one of the straps before he slid it down and kissed her shoulder. A sigh escaped her lips.

"You like?"

"Hmmm," she replied, nodding her head in response. Her eyes almost flew open as she felt his mouth cut across her chest. His breath left moist patches on her skin as his tongue left damp patterns. Her insides were rioting. Then she felt his hands slide all the way down her arms and slid to her hips, slowly moving up before boldly cupping her breasts. A loud whimper was issued from her throat as her head fell back even more. She felt her nipples stiffen from his roving thumbs. She whimpered again. All she heard was the pounding of her heart in her ears and the sounds of their labored breathing. She gasped in surprise when she felt the stroke of his tongue between her breasts. The modest draped neckline of her slip dress was no deterrent to his seeking mouth as it pressed hot kisses on top of each plump mound. It made her even weaker. Her knees were like Jell-O. Her knuckles scraped against the stone behind her. She felt his nose nuzzle the inner curve of her breasts, before sucking the flesh sharply against his teeth. "Oh God yes, just take me now," she moaned softly.

She wasn't expecting his lips to come back to hers. This time the kiss was hungry, demanding, and draining. His tongue moved in and out of her mouth in an unmistakable act. She knew what it meant. She knew what he wanted because she wanted it too. She felt his hands leave her breasts and slide down past her hips to curve around her rear end, pulling her away from the wall and against him. She groaned into his mouth at the total possession. The feel of his erection pressing against her, made her stomach drop and an ache to spread through her like wildfire. Her hands clutched his arms for support as she felt his fingers knead her flesh. And as suddenly as it started, it abruptly ended.

"I'm always going to want you," he whispered as he kissed her once more and disappeared.

Victoria's eyes opened finally. She was alone. Her breathing was harsh and unnaturally loud in the silence of the night. Her hands found the wall behind her and she leaned against it since her legs ceased to hold her upright. "Oh my God," she said faintly as she covered her rapidly beating heart with her hand. Her hand trembled as it slid the strap back on her shoulder. Her eyes closed again. "That was…" she trailed off, unable to find the words to describe her experience. She shook her head to clear the haze that was clouding her mind. She leaned away from the wall once again and slowly began to walk back towards the entrance. She kept her hand on the wall for support. "The dance must be over," she said as she observed kids coming out of the atrium. She spotted Chris, his arm draped over Julia's shoulder with Jonathon trailing behind. She smiled and found Leigh, her ride home.

"Where the hell were you?" Leigh asked as she got out her keys.

"I was enjoying the night air," Victoria replied, as she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Alone?"

"Yes, alone."

"You shouldn't do stuff like that Vic," Leigh chided gently as they reached her mother's red Expedition.

"I was fine. I needed some time alone. Besides I'm a Yuy, how many guys you know want to mess with me and than face my father," Victoria said pointedly.

"True," Leigh sighed as she got in. Merin climbed in the back. "You're a Yuy."

Victoria turned her head and looked back out the window. She saw Chris helping Julia into his car. She snorted and turned her head away.

******************************************************* ***********************

Chris walked Julia up to her door. "I'll say good night to you here."

"I couldn't entice you to stay," Julia drawled as she ran her hands over his arms.

"Naw, not tonight. Church at eight and I have Jonathon in the car."

She pouted. "Well, maybe some other time."

"Maybe," Chris said as he bent his head and kissed her. He smiled briefly at her as he went back down the walk towards his car.

"That was short," Jonathon noted as he climbed over the seat to the front. "You weren't interested tonight?"

Chris shot his younger brother a dirty look. "That's none of your business."

"Whatever you say," Jonathon said knowingly as he looked out the window.

Chris gave his brother another dirty look before starting home. He didn't expect his parents his two youngest siblings to still be up when he and Jonathon finally arrived home. "You're still up?"

"We were watching a movie," Duo replied as he stretched his arms over his head.

"Did you have a fun time, you two?" Hilde asked her two oldest.

"It was fine," Chris replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"It was ok, Quatrina smacked me," Jonathon answered with a mock pout.

"You were hitting on her," Chris said dryly.

"So?"

"She doesn't like you."

"I know, but its fun."

Chris rolled his eyes.

"I would've thought you would have come home and dumped me here and gone back out with Julia," Jonathon said as he pulled his shirt out of his khakis.

"I didn't feel like it," Chris said again, somewhat annoyed.

"Yeah, for once you don't smell like that cheap Paris perfume," David remarked, wrinkling his nose.

"You smell like fruit," eleven-year-old Randy commented as she walked around him, her nose sniffing the air, "Like mom's strawberry shortcake."

"What would you know, brat?"

"I know that you don't smell like cheap perfume," Randy said cheekily as she looked up at him with matching cobalt eyes. Her raven hair pulled back into a long braid.

Chris glared at her. "You're just a little girl, you don't know everything."

"Do so! I know more than you!" She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Come here, brat, its way past your bedtime," Chris said as he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. He walked towards the steps with his sister pounding on his back.

"MOM! DAD!" Randy yelled.

"Chris, put your sister down," Hilde chided her oldest.

"I say let him put her in her room, saves me the trouble," Duo replied, laughing softly.

Hilde snorted disgustedly at him. "You're never any help."

******************************************************* ***********************

"PUT ME DOWN! CHRIS! PUT ME DOWN!" Randy continued to shout as he walked up the steps.

"Put a lid on it, Randy, you're screaming loud enough to wake the dead," Chris stated as he went into her room and dumped her unceremoniously onto her bed. "Good night, brat."

Randy stuck her tongue out at him again. "At least I don't smell like strawberry shortcake!"

Chris stuck his tongue out at his little sister. "Go to bed," he said as he closed the door. He heard the dull sound of something hitting the door. He sighed and went down the hall to his room. He shut the door securely behind him. He pulled off his jacket and sniffed it. Sure enough, it smelled like strawberry shortcake. Smelled just like her. A wry smile drifted across his lips. "Well at least that's out of my system," he said as he dropped down on the edge of his bed. He closed his eyes and thought of those few moments with her. The feel of her silky skin against his mouth and tongue, the petal softness of her pink lips, the taste of her mouth, and the feel of every inch of her body imprinted against his. His eyes popped open. "I'll never think of that again. I've purged her from my body. She'll never know it was me," he said as he flopped back onto his bed. He stared at the ceiling for a moment. "Thanks for the wonderful minutes, princess," he whispered.

******************************************************* ************************

Victoria looked at her reflection in her mirror as she reached her room. Her eyes looked bright and so very alive. She tilted her head to the one side and observed the bruise on her neck. She frowned somewhat, but pulled the hairpins out of her hair and let it fall completely. "At least that'll hide it," she mused thoughtfully. She turned away, stripping off her dress. She looked at it as she hung it up on the door. It was only two layers of chiffon, so she had been able to feel each caress of his fingers through the gossamer material. The mere thought of his touches made a heated blush rise to her face. A sigh escaped her lips as she pulled on a plain white tee shirt. She had just noticed the bruise on the inside curve of her breast. It was much darker than the other one. "I should be glad that no one would be able to see this one." A slight turn of her head revealed the mark there once again as she looked into the mirror. "I should be very glad that this one isn't darker. Dad would be able to spot it a mile away. And he would have a fit if there were anymore on me where there aren't supposed to be. Dad is so protective." She climbed into her bed after pulling on loose fitting black sweatpants. And as she lay there, she thought of Chris. "That baka. You were being delusional Victoria. Why would he want to kiss you those two times when he has Julia? She has way more experience than I do. Besides, would I really want him kissing me? What would it gain me, except looks and words from everyone else? A Yuy and a Maxwell are not meant to be."

******************************************************* ***********************

Sunday night…

Victoria kept her hair long as a precaution. A slight bruise marred the side of her neck even though she had covered it up with concealer. The other mark between her breasts wouldn't be at all visible. She made her way down the steps for the ritualistic Sunday night dinner. Her eyes unconsciously found Chris on the far side of the dining room. "Whoever that was nearly obliterated him from my mind. I think it's safe to say that Chris is out of my system. I don't have to worry about him trying to kiss me anymore."

Chris' eyes fell on her as she came into the room. He loved that honey gold hair of hers. It had felt like spun silk between his fingers. It trailed all the way down to the middle of her back. Her slender very feminine figure was clothed in jeans and a slim fitting cream-colored sweater. He could still see her in that rose-colored slip dress splashed with darker rose-colored petals. It had skimmed her body, hinting at what lay underneath. He sighed inwardly. He kept on having brief flashbacks every few seconds. "This is not good," he mumbled. She had been so tempting the night before. When she had melted her body into his and whimpered into his mouth, it had taken all his restraint, not to think of making love to her. He wouldn't push it that far. He knew that she was a virgin and that she should stay that way until she was married. She was that kind of girl to him. "Some guy is going to be one lucky bastard," he commented under his breath as he made his way over to her. He had to act like he usually did with her. That meant being a complete ass. "Ice princess," he called out as he walked past her. "She can never ever know that was me who kissed her. I'll never tell her. That fantasy is mine alone."

She turned and glared at him. "Shut up, Chris."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"Do you want to find out?"

"Is that a promise?" he challenged.

"All right, time for your ass to get kicked," Victoria growled as she took a step towards him.

"Bring it on, ice princess," he smirked as he motioned her with his hands.

********************************************************* *********************

"Here we go again," Heero sighed as he shook his head.

"Another entertaining moment by our children," Duo sighed as he stood. He glanced over at Heero. "Ready to break it up if they decide to get physical?"

"Whatever you say," Heero sighed as well, "What else have I done this week besides break those two up."

"I don't know. But let's be ready in any case," Duo, said as he nodded at Victoria and Chris.

********************************************************* *********************

Chris smirked as he taunted her.

Victoria felt like choking him with his braid. The feeling she felt for him was pushed towards the back as she balled up her fist, ready to strike him.

Did it ever really end?