Present Day
New York
"Katherine."
She lifted her head, air escaping from between her lips in icy puffs.
"Phone," Victor said, inclining his head towards the house. "Logan. Sounds important."
Even after fourteen months, the name still felt like a strip of sandpaper in his mouth. Kitty removed her gloves, stuffing them in her jacket as she climbed the porch and angled past him into the house.
"That's enough for one day, little kitten," Victor said quietly, dark eyes serious when she looked up at him. He shut the door behind them with enough finality to suggest she not argue. Kitty nodded mutely, removing her boots and gloves, too interested in Logan's call to put up a fight.
She'd been practicing phasing while in diamond form, testing the dual powers on different surfaces and materials to see if she could still inflict damage while intangible. The physics surpassed Victor's understanding of reality, but Kitty seemed intrigued by the duality of her existence in an intangible diamond state and was determined to exercise the power in combat.
"Logan?"
"Half-pint."
The pet name still brought a slow smile to her lips.
"I'll be twenty-six next year, you know."
"Don't remind me," Logan replied gruffly.
"What's wrong?"
"Some suits from MI-13 are on the way, something about wanting an update on Sinister's containment."
Kitty frowned, "An update? But there's nothing to update."
She caught sight of Victor's frown and shook her head, indicating there was nothing amiss. He returned to stoking the fire, eyes on the snowy landscape through the window. The cabin was remote, the surrounding area was nothing more than furry evergreens and the spindly limbs of leafless trees, every branch coated in glittering ice. The evergreens heavy with tufts of snow.
"That's what we tried to explain," Logan replied with a disgusted sigh. "They weren't taking no for an answer."
"When will they be here?"
"Their flight is tonight, seven o'clock our time. We're meeting tomorrow evening."
"We can be there tonight."
"It's probably nothing," Logan hedged.
"Routine," Kitty agreed, ignoring the prickle of uncertainty.
She hung up after mutual goodbye's, feeling unsettled. Sinister was back in their lives, and she didn't like it.
"What is it?" Victor asked, eyes on her.
"We're going to have company," Kitty said, releasing her hair from its top knot, sending curls bouncing over her shoulders.
"What kind of company?" Victor said, expression wary.
"The British kind," she replied. "Pack a bag, I told Logan we'd be at the Institute tonight."
Victor frowned, "British?"
"MI-13."
He groaned. MI-13 was the most precocious of Britain's existing intelligence agencies, in Victor's experience all they ever amounted to was a headache. Kitty tossed a discarded mitten at him, "Come on, we should pack."
Victor grumbled something unintelligible as he dragged himself away from the fire, following her upstairs to throw together an overnight bag.
Kitty tucked a pair of comfortable leggings into her pack, turning her back to rifle through her drawers for a sweater.
"How long are we staying?" Victor asked, watching her methodical packing.
She curled the wires to her computer into slick coils, replying, "A night, maybe two."
"You never told me why they're coming here."
"Sinister," she replied quietly. "Something about a status report."
"What status?" Victor said. "He's been behind bars for over a year, without incident."
Kitty shrugged, looking over her computer and charger organized for travel, and the duffel zipped at her feet.
"Would you look at that?" Victor said, eyeing her quick pack job, and then the clock. "We have an hour or two to spare before we hit the road."
Kitty couldn't help but roll her eyes, "Victor-"
He was too quick for her, flipping her onto the bed and covering her body with his before she could protest. His mouth trailed up her neck, incisors nipping her sensitive skin just enough to make her squirm.
"We should get going," Kitty said, catching his hand as it snaked its way under her sweater. "I mean it-"
But Victor's attention was elsewhere, fingers delving beneath the satiny cups of her bra to catch her nipples in turn. Kitty's spine arced without her consent, a small moan escaping her lips. Victor grinned, "What were you saying, little kitten."
Kitty made a face, "It'll be dark soon, I don't like driving in the snow-"
"I'm driving," he corrected her, pressing her sweater upwards to ladder kisses up her stomach.
"You know what I mean," she said, hands against his shoulders.
"If you're in a rush," Victor said, mouth closing over one rosy nipple with enough force to make Kitty cry out. "I can hurry things up."
She made a noncommittal noise and he smirked from his vantage point between her breasts, "That's what I thought."
Kitty unscrewed her eyes, shooting him a glare, "Don't gloat."
"What should I do instead," he said, dark eyes hot on her face.
Kitty married her hips to his, "Me."
Victor had her naked in under a minute, his hands traveling up her hips to circle the twin indents of her waist.
"I never get tired of looking at you, baby," he said gruffly, eyes lingering on every new swell and burst of naked skin. Kitty's cheeks tinged pink under his gaze. She tucked two fingers into the waist of his jeans leveraging herself upwards to sink her teeth into his chest. He growled, flattening her to the mattress, pinning her wrists to the headboard, running his mouth along her collarbones and the swell of each of her breasts. He tongued her nipples, until she was begging him for more.
"What do you want?" He said, finally lifting his head to look up at her.
"I want you inside of me," Kitty said, squirming to free her wrists. "I want to be on top-"
Victor released her wrists to sling an arm around her waist, he flipped their positions, leaving her sprawled across his chest. Kitty unbuttoned his flannel with the precision of a surgeon, covering every corner of newly freed flesh with her mouth. When she finally reached the line of his jeans Victor let out a low groan, "You're driving me crazy."
Kitty shot him a smirk, undoing the buttons of his pants and drawing them down his legs. He was finally naked beneath her. A sea of tawny flesh and dark hair. Victor stacked his arms above his head, watching her straddle his hips, both hands between his legs. Kitty shifted, palms splayed to his chest, as she positioned himself above him. She sashayed her hips back and forth, teasing just the tip of him with the wetness of her folds.
Victor's hips arched off the bed, trying to take more of her but Kitty resisted, continuing to tease him.
"Katherine," he growled, arms dropping downwards, fingers digging into her slim hips in an attempt to hold her steady. "Enough-"
She pressed downwards, sheathing him inside of her. His grip on her hips tightened to bruise, the tendons in his neck corded.
"Jesus, baby-"
Kitty lifted herself off his hips to repeat the motion, drawing him deeply inside of her and then fully out again and again. Until Victor was panting for release. She protested when he switched their positions, laying her across the mused sheets.
"I wasn't done."
"Much more of that and I would have been," he replied, forehead pressed to hers, mouth hovering just above her lips. He slipped between her legs, his thrusts shallow, insistent. Kitty tried to angle her hips to invite more of him but Victor shook his head. "You wanted things slow, little kitten. So that's how we'll do it."
Kitty squirmed beneath him, the pressure building between her legs, "I never said that-"
He nipped the side of her neck.
"Victor, please-"
She felt his smirk against her temple. Her hands dug into his backside, trying to draw him closer. He fucked her slowly, gently, carefully for what felt like an eternity. Finally he reached up, snaking one of the pillows from the top of the bed beneath her hips, lifting himself up to kneel between her legs. He positioned her carefully, angling her legs around him, one hand to the headboard, the other planted against the mattress by her shoulder. Kitty stared up at him, hands running down his front, fingers tangling in the hair across his chest, tugging for a moment, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
He entered her, taking a moment to study her arched back, the perfect O of her mouth, the instantaneous flush at each cheek. He thrust again, letting her body adjust to the angle, the deepness of his penetration before increasing his speed. The headboard knocked against the wall, driving a deeper gouge into the wood, paint chips like party confetti flickering to the floor. He'd plastered the section of wall twice now, at Kitty's request. As if on cue Kitty's eyes blinked open, lifting to the headboard, "Victor, the wall-"
He scooped her up, keeping her legs around his hips as he maneuvered off the bed. He framed her ass with his hands, fucking her standing up, in the center of their shared bedroom, her arms looped around his neck, breasts crushed to his front. Her orgasm rolled over them both, leaving her breathless, her head tossed back. Victor's release followed shortly after, his fingers digging into the supple flesh of her ass.
He lowered her onto the bed carefully, laying down beside her and gathering her into the crook of his shoulder. Kitty rested her cheek against his chest, one leg thrown over his.
"We could leave in the morning," Kitty reasoned, her eyes already fluttering closed.
Victor let out a laugh, "Says the woman who wanted to leave the second Logan called."
"You tired me out," she grumbled, swatting his chest.
He gathered her closer, "It's up to you, sweetheart. We can sleep here, or you can sleep in the car."
Kitty's eyes blinked open for a moment, startlingly blue against her flushed cheeks, "You can't hold me if I sleep in the car."
Victor reached downwards, gathering a handful of blankets and wrapping them around himself and Kitty, careful to cover her from toe to shoulder against the winter chill.
"I love you, little kitten."
She repeated the sentiment, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before promptly passing out. Victor stroked curls back from her forehead, watching her sleep against him, overwhelmed with the desire to whisk her away from Logan, MI-13 and Sinister.
He knew in his gut, MI-13's arrival was sure to change everything.
