Creed didn't say a word to her as he followed her up to the room. Silence lengthened between them, and Kitty knew he was pissed. She kept the width of the bed between them as Creed sat down on one side and pulled his boots off. He headed into the bathroom and shut the door firmly behind him, not slamming it, no, because the noise would draw attention, but it echoed loudly to Kitty all the same.

When Kitty heard the shower turn on, she took opportunity to dig out her nightshirt from her backpack. She sat on the edge of the bed and frowned at the faded shirt that had the word Tokyo across the chest. Logan had brought it back for her after a trip to Japan. She was pretty sure he'd gotten it last minute in an airport gift shop, but he'd gotten her something so she hadn't cared. It been had gone all the way to her knees then, and now fell about mid-thigh.

Way more bare skin then she wanted exposed around Creed.

She was painfully aware, as she listened to the sound of running water, that Creed was naked just behind the bathroom door. Just like she'd been aware of his power, his strength when he'd pinned her to the wall. Her stomach did a flip-flop that she told herself was fear.

"This is stupid," she muttered to herself. With a sound of disgust she dug a pair of leggings out of her bag. She'd worn them under her jeans the first day when she'd hiked out to Logan's cabin, but they were still wearable for pajamas.

Keeping a sharp ear out for the water turning off, Kitty hurriedly changed into the shirt and leggings. She rummaged around in her bag for a minute and found a hair tie, which she used to pull her hair into a pony-tail so it be easier to deal with in the morning. Sitting herself down on the floor, Kitty started going through the clothes she had left. She'd packed enough for four days since she had some stuff at Logan's cabin and had no problem stealing his shirts and sweaters.

That habit had caused some friction with Rogue at first. It turned out, though, that Marie preferred stealing Remy's clothes. Also, Kitty had made it very clear that, ew no, Logan was like a brother to her.

Kitty frowned at the remaining clothing and started folding it back up as neatly as she could. The jeans she could get away with wearing a few more times -- or maybe not if Creed as strong of sense of smell as Logan. Her frown deepened, not that he would probably care. And not that it would bother her if he could tell that she was wearing dirty jeans, anyway.

The sound of running water stopped. Kitty retrieved her toothbrush and paste from her backpack, wanting to at least go to bed with clean teeth. Her eyes slid unconsciously to the bed, only a full. Unless she slept half off the bed there was no way she wouldn't be touching Creed. Kitty chewed on her bottom lip. Maybe she could sleep on the floor. There were extra blankets and pillows and ...

Creed came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Low around his waist.

Kitty inhaled sharply, unable to look away from a moment. Strength looked carved into every muscle, and a shiver ran down her spine. God she was used to seeing guys half-dressed since she trained with them and everything but --

"Like what you see, kitten?" Her eyes snapped up to Creed's face and he, the bastard, grinned at her, slow and wicked.

She looked away, her face feeling like it was on fire.

Why wasn't he wearing any clothes? Why wasn't he wearing any clothes? He would be one of those guys that slept naked wouldn't he?

Tightening her hand around her toothbrush, she got to her feet. "I'm going to go brush my teeth," she said hurriedly.

She tired not to look like she was bolting past him for the bathroom, but she probably failed. His laughter followed her as she escaped to the small privacy the bathroom afforded. She pulled the door shut behind her and sagged against it, eyes closed, just sitting in the dark for a minute, waiting for her heart to stop racing.

Maybe she could just sleep in the bathroom.

After a moment she opened her eyes, and realized why he was just wearing a towel. Draped across the shower rod and the towel rack were his clothes drying. The information threw her for a moment, because it seemed so unlike him to care about something like clean clothes. No way in hell she would have guess that he knew how to wash them in a bathtub.

But that was a stupid assumption on her part. Logan knew how and Piotr knew how (and Warren would die before even considering it), and she'd seen war documentaries where the soldiers did things like wash their socks in their helmets. It was just that this was Creed.

And she'd seen the army duffel bag in the back of the truck, so he had to have some clean clothes in there. Maybe he just wanted to clean this set while he had the chance?

Trying to figure Creed out was going to give her a headache. Shaking off any last thoughts of Creed or his laundry habits, Kitty turned the sink on and held her toothbrush under the running water. She made a face at herself in the mirror, then started brushing her teeth musing over Creed behavior again. While she was rinsing her toothbrush, her brain supplied her with another odd piece of information. Creed had been wearing the towel, which was odd because why would a man like him would care about nudity?

Granted he'd been pretty much naked, and the towel had rested low enough that she'd been able to see the dark trail of hair leading down...

Kitty hung her head over the sink, and tried to think about Bobby's shy smiles when he asked her to the movies.

Victor listened to the sounds coming from the bathroom and chuckled in amusement. The girl had fled into the bathroom like a frightened rabbit with her scent tantalizing as she passed. To think he'd worn the towel to keep from scaring her.

He'd considered just walking out naked, just to see her reaction, but had thought better of it.

Last thing he needed was for her to bolt from the suite. He didn't want to waste more time tracking her down and hauling her back. One way or another, she was coming with him. Victor rather she go with him willingly, then by force.

It made things easier. But that didn't mean that he wouldn't force her, if he had to.

Victor switched the light off then dropped the towel. He wasn't sleeping with a towel, so the kitten could just deal with it. He kicked it to the side, before climbing between the sheets. They were decent enough, he'd slept on better but he'd slept on worse. Hell, how many time had he and Jimmy slept on the ground with nothing but their coat between them and the dirt, if even that. Those first few nights out in the wood, all those years ago, Jimmy had slept half on him, cold and scared.

He growled, and shoved those thoughts aside, lying on his back staring at the ceiling. He focusing on the sounds of Kitty in the bathroom. He listened to the shuffle of her feet against the linoleum floor, the wind howl outside, the building shifting and creaking, and the sounds of people in the adjoining rooms. He found her scent amidst all the others --soap on the sheets, smoke from the fire down stairs, the smells of other people - it was tangled up with mint from her toothpaste, masking it slightly. He didn't take much satisfaction at being right about what she slept in, since the legs he'd expected to be bare were clothed. He'd been looking forward to watching her flush and tug at the shirt, if just to torment Logan's little pet. Now he was being denied the opportunity, and that just annoyed him.

Somehow the idea that she was scared that he'd what -- not be able to control himself and rape her because he saw a bit of bare leg -- pissed him off more than being denied a chance to torment her. He was quite fucking capable of controlling himself when he wanted.

He killed because he wanted too. Because he liked the rush, and maybe sometimes he got a little -- carried away -- but it had served him well in all those wars.

Little bitch, thinking he was so hard up he wouldn't be able to resist her skinny little self. Like he couldn't go out right now and find someone more than willing to have him fuck her. He liked his women with lots of curves, big breasts, and not a lot to say. He didn't fuck for the conversation after all. Kitty was slim, small chested, and couldn't keep her mouth shut.

Nothing remotely appealing.

The door to the bathroom opened, shining light in for a moment before it was switched off. He listened to Kitty quietly walk across the wood closer to the other side of the bed, light on her feet, but still loud enough for him to track easily in the creaky old building. There was the rustle of fabric as she pulled then extra blanket off the foot of the bed.

"What do you think you're doing?" he growled, not opening his eyes.

He heard her sharp inhale; she must have thought he was asleep. "I'm going to sleep on the floor," she said flatly.

"Like hell you are," he told her gruffly. "Get in the bed."

"Uhm, how about no?" He could picture her with her arms folded across her chest, glaring at him.

With another growl, he rolled onto his side and opened his eyes. He narrowed his eyes in the darkness. "Get in the fucking bed, or I'll put you in it."

"Don't even -- "

Victor grinned. Just let her say 'don't even try', just let her challenge him. He'd show her just who was in charge around here. She might be a kitten, but he had the sharper claws.

"You're naked," she finally said softly.

Victor laughed rolling back onto his back, putting his hands behind his head. "Think I can resist your charms. I like my women looking like women, not prepubescent boys."

Kitty made an angry noise. "Bastard," she hissed. She could say whatever she wanted, though, because Victor knew that he'd won. The bed shifted slightly as she climbed in. She slipped in between the sheet and the comforter, the sheet forming a barrier between them. He felt her scoot to the very edge of her side of the bed. Despite that, they were still touching, her slim frame barely brushing against his own bulk. He could feel the tension in her body, and took sadistic pleasure in the knowledge that she was uncomfortable. It served her right, after interfering back at the bar.

Did the girl never shut the fuck up? She was still muttering under her breath making comments about his breeding that were more true than she knew.

He rolled his eyes. Fine, let her play the timid little girl. Victor had himself more comfortable and closed his eyes. "Shut up and go to sleep. We're leave first thing, and if you aren't awake I'll put you in the truck asleep."

She went silent, but he could feel how tense she was still.

Slowly though the tension seeped from her body and her breathing became steady and even. Victor closed his eyes and turned his head to the side. Eventually he feel asleep to the sound of her breathing and her scent filling his head.