Author's Note: Okay well…. There is no fighting in this one, so if anyone was wanting a fight, there isn't one. Second I just figured I would remind everyone that this is rated M. I don't want anyone being like WTF? Um yeah it is Rated M for a reason, so don't be surprised by anything such as language, battle scenes, and even sex. I wrote a fanfic a long time ago in which it was rated m and then put some rated m stuff in it and I was just surprised by all the negative feedback I received. So I am just warning. You have something negative to say about how the content offends you, don't waste your time because to be honest I don't care if it offends anyone. Some people like it so if you don't, don't read it…. Just thought I would give a warning though… See I can be nice JuilieXX. Yeah someone emailed me by this name and was just very rude in their email. I have no idea why people waste there time to be rude to people that they don't even know and then don't let you email them back… JulieXX or whatever your name is you have succeeded in wasting your time and mine… Hope you are happy. Anyways. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter, I took a lot of feedback into my ideas for this one and thanks to everyone who offered awesome advice!!! I love you all… seriously I do lol. I have had a lot of helpful ideas. I tried to incorporate them all but at the same time keep my own way. I think I did a rather kick ass job lol. Well thanx again and please review!!! It helps a lot and makes me want to write more. BTW I didn't proof this. I get tired of writing and then proofing. It gives me a headache and I am already sick so yeah please be understanding to the mistakes.
"Get your big lazy ass up!" Rox yelled at Victor the third time this morning. It was four in the morning, and they had to get moving. They had distance to cover and they weren't going anywhere when he was still tucked into bed, snoring, loudly. She pulled her rosewood brown hair up into a tight bun as she turned to look at him. He rolled away from her, refusing to get up in his own way. She sighed and tossed his new cloths onto the bed. "Victor get up." she growled, hoping he would catch the intensity in her growl. They had slept too long by her standards, and too well. She hadn't woken up in his arms, but just knowing there was only a few inches between them had almost drove her to madness. His scent, which usually had haunted her for the past years they have been apart, had soothed her like nothing else ever had. She sighed and went back to trying to wake him up.
Victor and Logan wanted to run, so she was determined to make sure they got what they wanted. She had wanted to stay and fight, and if he didn't wake up and get dressed, she was going to indeed get what she wanted. She would like to stand and fight, but after a good night's sleep she was starting to think running wasn't such a bad idea. In fact she was starting to be comfortable with the idea that it wasn't even running. They did need to get information on how to kill Wade, and they had to find Stryker who hadn't shown himself yet. So it wasn't running, it was searching for answers, no matter how dark those answers may be.
Victor growled in his sleep and Rox sighed. She had enough. He needed to get up and she was indomitable to get him out of that bed and onto the road. She snatched the covers off of him and he shot up like rocket because of the instant cold. "Woman it is damned cold. Give me that cover back." he growled at her. He blinked the sleep from his eyes as he spoke. He reminded her of a big kid at that moment. A big kid who wasn't going to get his way. "You got a choice here Victor: Stay in that bed? Or come with me?" she asked very seriously with her hands on her hips. She was quite a sight standing there as if she was on a mission to make sure he didn't get a few more hours of much needed sleep. It had been the first night she hadn't haunted his dreams, and now when all he wanted to do was have a peaceful sleep. She wouldn't allow it though.
He looked up at her with drowsy eyes and a raised eyebrow. He sighed and fell back into the bed and started to snore again. He didn't need a cover, he realized, to sleep. She couldn't help her anger. She lashed out with her claws, cutting his let arm. He growled and with speed that she seemed to keep forgetting that he was capable of, he was upon her. He grasped her shoulders with both hands and shook her angrily and rather violently. "What the hell are you doing?!" he spat at her as he shoved her into the wall.
Momentarily the blow knocked the air out of her and chipped some of the sheetrock of the wall, but she wasn't easily frightened of Victor's seemingly abusive side. She lashed out again and this time she just open palmed slapped him across the face. This wasn't a feral hit. It wasn't her being angry either. This was a lover who was trying to tell him that he overstepped that invisible line that lovers weren't supposed to cross. He sighed and backed away from her, his hand covering his stinging cheek. He shouldn't have done that to her, he knew, she hadn't even cut him that bad. Just shallow wounds that had already healed, that hadn't even bled.
It took a lot for Victor to feel ashamed but this woman caused him to be ashamed with little effort. But then again, shouldn't she just put up with his outbursts? She did sleep with her brother. There was some point in time that he was going to have to seriously move on from that and stop hanging it over her head. He was sure she could have things about him that she could hang over his head that she wasn't. In fact she seemed to be all forgiving that he had waited until the day she planned to escape, those many years ago, to make a move on her. He wondered if she ever thought of things like that. He had waited too long to make a move with the woman he had wanted to be with.
He should have known back then that she was his and he was hers, but he had let himself get clouded by the fact that he thought she had been too young. She wasn't too young now though. In fact Rox was perfect. "I am…." he trailed off, not able to say what should have come next in that sentence.
"Your sorry? Is that what you are trying to say?" she asked in that tone women spoke in when they were mad and they weren't going to be happy until you just said it. "Yeah what you said." he said with a smile, hoping the situation could just be laughed off. She rolled her eyes at him, she would just have to be happy with that she guessed. They didn't have time for her to sit here and bicker with him until he said sorry. One day though, she would get him to say sorry. She wasn't sure when or where, but she was going to make Victor Creed learn how to say it.
"I am sorry too. You know Victor it isn't so hard to say sorry. But that isn't what is important now. Since your up, get dressed because we have to get moving." she whispered as she moved away from him. "It can be hard to say." he mumbled under his breath as he started to pull on the clothes that she had put on the bed for him. "No, Victor, it really isn't hard to say." she said as she sat in a chair and waited for him to finish dressing.
"Rox, it is hard to say when you don't really mean it." he said softly as he pulled the shirt over his head. He heard her sigh all dream like and he turned to look at her as he stepped into his pants. "What's the matter?" he asked, confused on why she had sighed like that. Shouldn't she be mad that he just admitted that he didn't mean that he was really sorry? "You said my name." she said with a smile. His heart skipped a beat, and it took everything inside of him not to grasp his chest. His breathing became shallow as he continued to stare at her wonderfully happy expression. He was the reason she looked like that. He wasn't sure he could fathom the entirety that he was the reason behind that blissful look on her face. "I have said your name before." he whispered, starting to feel awkward. "But you haven't said it very often. Usually my name is woman around you." she said as she crossed her legs onto the chair. He had never understood until then how the simplest things could make someone so incredibly delighted. So the little things indeed do matter…. Who would have known?
The way she looked now was more than content. He wanted to feel like that too. He wanted to be able to wear her simple pleased smile that suited her so well. "Rox." he whispered huskily. The sound of his deep voice saying her name like that made her shut her eyes and savor the moment. He studied her features while her eyes were closed. She was indeed so beautiful and very joyful at this instant. He committed this look of hers to memory. He never wanted to forget that he could make his woman look like this.
She opened her mouth to start to tell him things that she was feeling at that moment but then she remembered where they were and what they needed to be doing. She shut her mouth and opened her eyes. She still smiled but it had turned into more of a sad smile. "We need to get moving." she whispered in sorrow. He nodded as he tried to breathe normally again.
They had many things to sort out between them, but they did need to get moving forward, otherwise they risked a bigger chance of getting caught. He wasn't sure what he would do if she got captured again. He would probably lose his mind to all of his years and years of built up rage.
What would it be like to finally unleash all that rage? He could do that to Wade, or Stryker. Surely he could kill Stryker, but Wade was an entirely different situation. He started to think of how it felt to sink his canines into Wade's throat. He sighed as he put on his shoes. It seriously wasn't healthy to think like this. Then again, who said that he had the healthiest mind? He did sleep next to a woman last night that he was crazy head over heels for and he hadn't even touched her. He had wanted to touch her too, but he refrained himself from doing so.
He kept telling himself that they had all the time in the world so he didn't feel rushed but was thinking it wasn't right for their relationship for him or her to hold back. Wait, who said we are in a relationship? He wondered with a confused look on his face. Of course they were in a relationship. He couldn't think of life without her by his side and he was sure she felt the same about him. He just wished he could voice it to her like he wanted to. Even more than that, he wanted her to say it to him too.
Victor Creed wanted to hear the woman he loved tell him how much she couldn't live without him, and how much she was frantically in love with him. He stopped himself short of demanding her to tell him what he wanted to hear. It wouldn't be the same to him if he forced her to say it, he wanted her to say it on her own. Again his heart skipped a beat and he growled low at himself. He was very perplexed on why he had grown almost entirely soft towards her.
He stood up and told her he was finally ready. She stopped gathering their supplies that they had bought at the mart last night with the clothes. "You look very handsome." she said with a sincere smile. He smiled back but didn't say anything. He should have told her she was beautiful, but he didn't say a damned word. Was he afraid? Yes, he thought to himself. He was afraid by telling her how he felt that he would be exposing his biggest weakness, even though it was obvious that she was his weakness.
What other man would search six years for a woman that he wasn't sure he would ever even be with. Well, deep down he was sure he had always known that no matter what had happened that he would still be with her. "I mean it Victor, that navy blue t-shirt looks nice on you. Still a dark color, but not black like you always wear." she teased. He raised an eyebrow at her and she sighed. He wasn't so much on the teasing type. Or he just didn't get her fashion sense of humor.
She stood up and slid on her leather jacket that she like so much that matched her tough biker chick exterior as well as her leather boots. His nostrils flared, he liked the smell of lilacs mixed with her leather. He also like how he didn't smell Jimmy anywhere on her. She smelled all lilacs, leather, and a tinge of him. He grunted and motioned towards the door, he didn't want to tell her everything about her was turning him into the softer Victor, all for her. She went to the door, slinging their pack over her shoulder in doing so.
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"Victor, I am tired, we are going to have to stop." she yelled into the wind. He nodded and drove another ten miles until he came to the first hotel they saw. It was like looking onto a miracle. In the distance loomed the sign that told them rest was only a few short minutes away. It was like a flood of relief when he pulled into the parking lot and turned off the motorcycle.
"Stay here. I will go get the room." he said as he dismounted from the bike. He started into the lobby, and he learned then that they were closer to the states than he thought. They had been traveling southeast instead of straight south so to help throw Wade off of their trail.
He walked up the counter and this lovely older woman greeted him. "I need a room for the night if you have one available." he said, his voice actually straining to be civilized. The woman nodded and told him the fee. "I will need all of this in advanced." she said after telling him the price for one night. He paid and while she placed the money in the drawer. She fetched a key for him. "Your wife is beautiful." the woman said as she handed him the key, looking out the window at Rox.
Wife? Had he heard her correctly? He looked to Rox and thought of her tied to him not only on the feral level, but the human level. What would it be like to mate with her, and be married to her? Her forever tied to him? Wasn't the natural instinct for them to be together the deepest level that tied them together? Or would a woman like Rox want him to give her the legal union? "Thank you." he said as he turned to look at the woman again.
He didn't want to think of marriage. He had bigger problems at hand. Like how was he going to sleep next to her again without finalizing what they both wanted. He ran his hand through his hair and walked back outside to Rox. She sat on the motorcycle, popping her knuckles. "I hear that isn't a good habit." he said as he came to stand next to her. "I hear having pent up rage isn't a good habit either." she whispered as she popped her knuckles again.
Her tone hadn't been joking. She sounded angry. He went to ask her what was wrong, but instead she spoke first. "Sorry, I am just cranky from riding all day."
"Yeah, well don't take your anger out on me." he snapped as he started to head to look for the room without her. Rox growled and followed him with their pack of clothes. "Don't take my anger out on you? Would you like to talk to about this morning?!" she yelled at his back. He just kept walking, head held high. She growled and resisted the urge to pounce on him.
"Hey! I am talking to you!" she yelled as he bounded up the stairs to the second floor of the hotel. He stopped after she shut up. "No Rox, you are not talking to me. You are talking at me." he said as he turned to look at her in the eye for a moment. He sighed and then turned back. He started to walk again, leaving her standing on the stairs, wondering what they were fighting about in the first place.
She did want to talk to him about his anger issues. She didn't want to worry about every time he got angry that he would take his anger out on her. But in truth she had to work on the same issues. They had an equal amount of them and they needed to learn how to appease each other's needs.
They entered the room and the phone rang instantly. Victor answered it. "Hello?"
A voice he didn't recognize started to speak, "Hello Victor. Can I speak to Rox?" The voice was feminine so it had to be Ginger. He grunted and gave Rox the phone. He took the opportunity to lock himself in the bathroom. "Hello?" answered Rox as she started at the bathroom door that was now shut firmly between him and her.
"If you really want to know, you made the right choice. He is the only man who could ever make you happy." said Ginger over the phone. Rox laughed sardonically. "Then why am I having doubts, and at the moment I am not happy?" asked Rox, knowing he would be able to hear her. She heard Ginger sigh. "You know Rox, sometimes you just have to let your guard down. Try telling him that too. And trust me. If you aren't happy he isn't going to be happy either." said Ginger.
Rox sighed, suddenly feeling like a bad person. She just needed to let things go and let her guard down around Victor. She also needed to not worry Ginger with her problems. Ginger! It was like she had almost forgotten she hadn't spoken to Ginger since before everything with Wade started to happen.
They ended up on the phone for almost an hour, in which Rox found out that they needed to start heading southwest instead of southeast. She told them not to enter the states until the got to Montana. Right now they were a hundred miles away from Brandon, and they needed to start heading back the way they come, but just south of the route they had taken. Ginger said it would throw Wade off. Thank Ginger and her gift of sight into the future.
Rox was surprised they had covered that much ground. Suddenly she heard the shower start. She sat still for a moment. He had just been in there listening to Ginger and her talk? She got up and walked up to the door. She went to knock so she could ask. But instead she just listened to the sounds of him stepping into the shower. She heard the water beat against his skin. She listened to the gentle purrs of pleasure he made when he let the water soothe him. As she listened to him in the shower, she finally decided to just let everything in the past go. She wanted to start anew, and she didn't want her fears shadowing her wants with this man. She only hoped he could do the same.
"Victor?" she called. Her answer was an angry grunt. "Please don't use all of the hot water." she whispered. She knew he heard her, and she knew he acknowledged her wishes. She heard the twist of a knob. A warm smile spread over her face and she began to strip. Yes, her plan might have been cheesy, but he was willing to turn down the hot water for her, she should be willing to bathe with him. But it wouldn't be bathing. It would be her stepping right into her new life with him. She was willing to do so. Rox at that moment had never been so sure that this was what she wanted in her life. It was true though. She was ready to give herself to him one hundred percent.
She entered the bathroom as silently as she could, which surprised her when she found that she hadn't been caught by him. He was purring again, and didn't hear her. She managed to enter the shower behind him and she smiled at his back side. He had such a strong back, and she resisted the urge to throw herself at him. Her heart started to beat faster. He still hadn't managed to notice she was there, and now she was afraid of what would happen if she scared him. They were in a slippery shower, and if she scared him, it could prove to be disastrous. She picked up a bar of soap and started to lather it with her fingers.
She sat down the soap and put her fingers on his back. He stopped purring and sniffed the air. Why hadn't he smelled her enter? Why? He was too busy in his thoughts was the reason why. She gently massaged the soap into his skin and he couldn't help but tingle all over. Her touch, lit his skin on fire, and without letting her finish he spun around to look at her. He hadn't meant to but he backed her into the cold tile wall of the shower. It was freezing but she ignored the sensation.
"Tell me." he demanded. He couldn't take this anymore. He wanted her to say what she was feeling. He wanted her to tell him what he wanted to hear. "You can turn up the warm water." she said with a giggle. He turned up the water quickly and turned back to her again. "Tell me, Rox." he said again. He had said her name softly, but his voice was on the edge of madness. She reached up with her soapy fingers and ran them through his short cropped beard. She was making him weak, and if she didn't tell him soon, he might very well end up on his knees begging her to tell him. He might do that just so she would hurry up.
Instead of answering him, she hooked her hand behind his neck and brought his head down so she could kiss him. On contact, she couldn't help but letting tears escape her eyes. It was like so many emotions, and electricity passed through that one single kiss. It was beautiful, magical for both of them. His hands went to rest on her waist ever so gently, he was astonished on how soft her skin was. He drew circles with his thumbs on her stomach. She felt so amazing, and her kiss was something he hadn't prepared himself for. He wanted to tell her instantly that he loved her as she her warm petal soft lips pressed against his. As their kiss slowly progressed into something so intense that she moaned hungrily against his lips. Their mouths moved against each other as water sprinkled over both of them.
Her fingers tangled into his hair. He moaned against her lips and slipped his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues wound together. It was a perfect kiss. Just the right amount of aggression, passion, and love laced their kiss.
She had to finally break the kiss to breathe, but before she did she drew his lower lip between her teeth. She did it gently so not to prick him with her canines which were sharper than his. Both of them leaned their heads on each other and breathed hard. Their chests heaved with effort to breathe. He took the opportunity to bring her closer to him by wrapping his arms around her waist. She arched against him and her nipples became sensitive due to his slight amount of chest hair that tickled against her.
She purred as he dropped his head to the hallow of her throat and nipped her like the feral he was. "Victor…." she breathed as she ground her hips against his. He didn't mean to, but he sank his teeth into her neck, breaking the skin as she ground against him. She pulled at his hair and couldn't help but grunt in pain. It hurt but it wasn't horrible. He stopped and leaned back so he could look into her eyes.
He wouldn't say it aloud, but he was sorry. He was very sorry about the blood that trickled from her neck then down over her breast. Without even thinking he licked up the blood. It tasted of iron but it was apart of her so he couldn't help but think it tasted sweeter than the bitter iron taste. She shivered as his tongue trailed over her nipple and up slowly over her skin to her already healed throat.
He then drew away from her. "Tell me…. Please." he choked out as he stared deep into her eyes. She smiled and let her hands slip down to his chest. "What do you want me to tell you?" she asked, coy. He smiled down at her. "I want you to tell me what you would only tell someone like me." he whispered. "Well, for one Victor, you are an asshole." she giggled as her hands played with his wet chest hair. He closed his eyes exasperated with her. This woman wanted him to beg. She touched his lips with hers and then drew away when he opened her eyes. "Victor, I care for you dearly. In fact I love you. Ever since I have met you I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. I love you." she cried, finally breaking out of no where. She wanted to string him along until he broke himself, but she ended up breaking first.
She did love him though. It didn't matter that she really didn't know a lot about him, or that she hadn't seen him in years, she was desperately in love with him. He tucked her hair behind her ear. "Now you have to tell me. You have to tell me Victor." she demanded, still crying. He opened his mouth to joke with her, but this moment was too precious for the both of them. "I love you too." he whispered before he kissed her. Standing here in the shower, now cold water beating against their wanting raw skin, they confessed their love for each other.
"Victor, turn off the water." she said as she broke the kiss, shivering from the cold water. He did what she said and when he turned back she was already out of the shower and walking back to the bedroom, soaking wet. He smiled that smile he was famous for, that one side of his mouth upturned, revealing his canine. He seriously loved this dripping wet naked woman. And she was in love with him.
He exited the shower and came to stand behind her, which was in front of the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, he liked the way they warmed each other's chilled skin. He dipped his head down and kissed her shoulder as his hands splayed over her stomach. She dropped her head back onto his chest so she could kiss his cheek. He smiled against her skin. She reached back and let her fingers play through his beard and he purred seductively against her.
He slowly spun her around, trailing kisses over her shoulder, chest and neck as he did so. He loved every inch of her and he was in the mood to let her know just how much he had needed her those years ago, and how much he needed her now. Rox was never a want, she was his need, his only need.
His lips found their way to her ear, where he whispered just that. He whispered how much he needed her and her knees buckled, making her fall into him. He couldn't help but laugh gently at her. He picked her up and sat her on the bed, taking the opportunity to find her lips again. They shared a slow, seductive kiss that left them both breathless and wanting more. "I would have never taken you to be a romantic." she whispered with a laugh. He just smiled and started to trail kisses down her jaw line, to her neck, and then further down. "It isn't romance if I am dominating you." he said right before taking a taunt nipple into his mouth. She hissed in pleasure as he suckled upon it, his canines grazing her skin in the process. Let him think what he wanted, he was in truth being very romantic in her mind.
He stopped suckling on her nipple and swirled his tongue around her areola. She hummed her pleasure and he moved onto the other nipple. He repeated and her hands found their way into his short hair. She pulled at his hair, wanting him to stop because it felt too good. She was a woman that didn't like things that felt too good. But he didn't stop, he kept torturing her body. She began to quiver with need under him and he growled in restraint. They had all the time in the world so he could torture her to the max. But when she quiver like this under him he had a hard time controlling himself.
She whispered his name and the drove him over the edge. He couldn't take the time he had wanted to take any longer. He needed to be within her otherwise he suffered going insane. He stopped torturing her and looked up into her eyes. They were glazed with passion, and told him to hurry otherwise she too may become insane with need. But wasn't that what he wanted? For them both to be so crazy in pain for each other? Yes, it was. But the more he thought about it, they were already like that.
Breathing hard, eyes glazed over, bodies wet with sweat, no longer wet from the shower. Yes, he had driven them both to madness and it hadn't even taken that long.
Without another thought, he slid himself into her, and she gasped with relief. She was already ready for him and he grunted at the feeling of her sliding over him. He sank to the hilt and for a moment he rested his head on her breasts. She felt better than he had expected. She was wonderful, absolutely better than any other woman he had been with, and he knew she felt the same, that he was the best. He smiled when she impatiently moved against him. He groaned as he slid out a little bit and back in from her movements. He was going to die if he wasn't careful with this woman.
"I love you…." he whispered into her skin, still unwilling to move yet, still enjoying every secret fold of flesh he felt against himself. "I love you too." she cried in pain. The more he just waited the more her body hurt. It wasn't a painful pain either. But pain was the only word she could describe it as. She moved against him again and he moaned. He could no longer take it anymore.
He started to move within her, and it was as if her entire world was opening. She had had other sexual partners, but they had all lacked one thing: They weren't Victor Creed.
It wasn't like in some romance novel where one reaches the point of explosion they went to a higher level of spirituality. It wasn't like they enter heaven together in ecstasy. It was like they both at nearly the same time exploded into their orgasms. It was they best thing they had ever felt though. Rox was first. She gasped his name, and pulled at his hair, almost as if she wanted him to stop what he was doing because it felt too good. Way too good. And he grunted loudly, his head dropping to her shoulder. He couldn't stop himself from exploding inside her as he orgasmed moments after she did.
Afterwards, they both lay spent in each other's arms. It had been beautiful in that romance novel way, but it definitely didn't compare to what she had read true love would feel like. It was better than that, and it just added to the feeling that Victor was the only person in her life that could ever make her happy.
He felt the same way too. There was no one else but Rox anymore to him. She was everything he needed. At that moment he never wanted to move again. He had never felt so much peace in his entire life. Rox had not only given him love….. She gave him peace. He could have cried if he were the crying type. But he settled for propping himself so he wouldn't squash her anymore so he could kiss her sweaty forehead.
She giggled at the gentleness he was showing her. They didn't need to say it again, for they already knew that they loved each other. But he said it again, in fact he whispered it into her disheveled wet hair. Which had been the sweetest thing that anyone had ever done for her. She ended up telling him she loved him in tears.
He let her cry a moment before he kissed her tears away. After kissing her tears away he pulled her into a solid embrace and together, both sated, they fell into a dreamless sleep. There was no need to dream if they were in each other's arms.
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