Disclaimer first : I don´t own any of the characters of X Men and I don´t publish this to get money out of it in any way – it´s just for fun and for all who liked the latest X Men movie as much as I did!

Please note : This is a sequel to my story "Breakout". There shouldn´t be too much trouble to understand what happens in the first few chapters of this story, but I can´t guarantee that for the rest - so please note and - if you like - start reading how things began first!

Warning : The story is rated M for containing rough language, sex and violence - if you don´t like it, I recommend not to read further.

My request : Read, enjoy - and please, please review !!!

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He arrived later at he himself had expected – it was already dark. Still, there was light behind some of the windows of the small house, though everything lay silent.

He had been busy for a while, down in the south. It had taken him longer than planned. He hadn´t seen her for five weeks.

He remembered their last night quite clearly. She had been dead tired. She had just had moved into the house then, and had just started a new job. She had badly needed some sleep.

At last, he had asked her, sounding quite amused, why she struggled so hard not to fall asleep.

She gave him one of these looks, half disapproving, half regretful. "What ?" he had challenged. "If I fall asleep, I´ll wake up alone." As usual. He had raised an eyebrow. She had sighed. "If I stay awake, I´ll get at least a goodbye." She had blushed after that, and he had loved the sight.

Well, she had gotten her goodbye the next morning. Calmly, softly, teasingly. He had scratched her, accidentally, in the heat of the moment. He had grinned later on when she had realized it and complained. "That will remind you of my existence", he had teased. She had rolled her eyes, sighing again, looking down at herself. "One could get the impression that you´ve made a nice souvenir out of my whole body!" It hadn´t been an accusation. He wondered from time to time why she didn´t care about the scars he had left over the months. He had no clue as for an answer.

He had left later as he´d planned the next morning, stunned. He couldn´t remember the last girl he had allowed to disturb his schedule. She had brought him to the door, as a good girl should. When they had parted after another kiss, she had grabbed his shirt. "Will you call me ?" she asked – blushing again. He had stared at her, surprised. "What the hell for ?" he had asked, bewildered. She had grimaced. "At least to let me know that you´re still alive, creep!" "Holy shit, girl, I can´t die, remember ?" She only threw him another disapproving look. "You can´t or you´re just to stubborn to get killed ?" He had only snarled. For decency´s sake.

He had called her occasionally – but they both hadn´t enjoyed that much.

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As ususal, he entered through the backdoor, leading into the kitchen. It looked messy. She had cooked – this was the regular consequence. Hard to say how a single person – especially a girl - could cause such a chaos when left alone in a kitchen. Fortunately, her cooking had improved over the months. He glanced around and grinned. He was able to see a part of the living room through the kitchen´s door. Though he couldn´t see her completely, he realized that she had fallen asleep on the couch. Waiting. A naked leg peeked out under her dress. He watched for a moment. That nightdress was new. The tan coloured silky cloth emphasized the shade of her skin nicely.

He entertained the thought of waking her the usual way – appearing silently out of nowhere besides her and scare her to death – but decided against that. He grabbed the backdoor´s doorknob again and slammed the door, instead. She flinched. His hearing caught the sound of a book dropping to the floor. A mess of dark brown slightly curled hair appeared at the edge of the couch´s backrest.

She muttered something uncomprehensible, suppressing a yawn. Then her look fell on him.

For a moment, she just watched while she waited for her body to fully return to consciousness. She let one forearm rest on the backrest, leaning her head against it. As it often happened when one saw somebody for the first time again after a while, she noticed certan details more clearly than usual.

She bit her lower lip, realizing how badly she had missed that massive appeareance. The wary intense grey eyes. She gazed at his powerful physique for a moment. He opened his lips a bit, exposing his fangs. She could also tell that he looked relaxed. She hadn´t been able to read the signs when they had first met. But she had learned meanwhile. Besides of being glad that he was back, the view made her hormones freak out immediately.

He looked always dark and bad tempered, admittedly, but there were nuances. He looked somehow portentous this evening, but somehow contented, too – that meant, everything was presumably alright.

She had never asked him what he did for living, but she knew that whatever it was, he got highly paid. Regarding the dangerous potential of his mutation and the few details she knew about from his past, she had done some guesswork, though. The one and only time they had talked about this, he had told her that it wouldn´t be safe for her to know. She had seen that confirmed only hours later when they had been attacked. She had seen him fight there. She had witnessed him killing.

In a way, something told her that it was maybe better not to know more. Not only regarding the potential risk of being threatened, but also regarding her peace of mind in general. Still, not knowing what he was up to or what might happen to him made her worry, even if he was almost immortal. She could guess that there were still ways left nobody had tried on him so far.

Finally, she got up and crossed the distance between them. She had never figured out what kind of welcome would be right. He got rid of his dark coat, his eyes never leaving her. He eyed her up quickly. She had gained some weight. He liked the way the knee long but still revealing nightdress accented her curves. She stopped in front of him, looking up to him. Her scent, though unobtrusively all over the place, surrounded him fully then. They stood for a moment in silence.

For him, her scent was the most important piece to complete the picture. It was more important than anything his eyes would perceive. It told him immediately how she was and how she felt. It intoxicated him right now.

He didn´t even realize that she had watched him questioningly. She squealed in surprise when he grabbed her, lifting her up, pinning her back against the fridge, bending down for a kind of violent kiss. He took his time. She slid her arms around his neck, though secured by his tight grip. She would have kissed him back one way or the other, but right at the moment, there was no way for her to take action. He was in command. And this seemed quite urgent. Finally, she cocked her head to escape his attack for a moment. He grunted. She laughed lowly in response. "One of us still´s got to breathe", she whispered. Another kiss followed. He could smell her arousal. She became aware of his needs the traditional way, but no second later than he did. She raised her eyebrows when he pinned her more closely to the fridge to get one hand free.

"Let me down", she whispered. "I won´t run!" He sniffed, putting her down onto the counter instead. He wasn't willing to only loosening his grip for a moment. He forced her into another kiss, pressing into her. She felt his hands roaming over her body. Leaving a scratch under her shoulder, forcing her to stay close to him. She grabbed his wrist when his hand moved over her thigh, shoving up her dress. "I got a bedroom now", she teased, smiling suggestively. She actually hadn´t got one when he´d left – the furniture had been delivered just a week ago. She had looked forward to really checking out the bed since then. She laughed lowly, realizing that he didn´t really care about comfort right now.

He finally spoke. "What´s so funny ?" She placed a kiss on his chin. "I just find it astonishing what five weeks of abstinence can do to a man." He grinned. "Haven´t you wondered what five weeks of abstinence might do the girl who´s up to produce his relief ?" She only smiled. "Take me upstairs and show me", she challenged.