"…of course you can sleep in here with me Pup."

I smiled at that, and couldn't help the happy hum that left me, or that my tail swished back and forth. I'd been afraid that he'd say no and send me back down to my room, I'd been more afraid of that then him thinking I wanted to sleep with him. When he pulled away I couldn't help but look him over. I was after all thirteen, not five. His blonde hair was still wet as it hung down around his face and shoulders. I'd noticed before but he was well muscled, and… kind of furry. Well not literally furry he just had a lot of body hair. Including a… I closed my eyes abruptly as I realized I was being caught staring, my hands going over my face.

He had a happy trail…

I shouldn't be thinking of things like this. He looked like he was more than twice my age and I really didn't want to get into how much older than me he really was.

"Why'd you have to be so young?" He sighed as he came back over and picked me up.

Slightly panicked I tried to clamber up higher on him, worried that he wasn't wearing pants, and I was only in some skimpy pajama shorts and a tanktop. He after all wasn't wearing a shirt. "Whoa, whoa," He huffed as he dropped me on the bed. He was wearing boxers… I sighed in relief, even though I was still incredibly embarrassed. It didn't help that he chuckled as he rubbed my gimp ear, asking, "Scared I was naked Pup?"

I nodded a bit, hoping it'd get him to let go of my ear… I still couldn't understand why that felt so good… but he didn't let go until I started swatting at his hand insisting, "Stoop that! That's embarrassing!"

"Embarrassing?" He asked as he let go of my ear and lean down to look at me thoughtfully.

I mumbled, and looked down at my lap. I didn't want to explain that!

Still he picked me up and nuzzled my cheek asking, "Do you mean it feels good?"

Trying to avoid his question I asked, feigning curiosity, "Why are you and Logan the only ones up here?" Actually I was curious. The main part of this floor looked like a large rec-room. There were couches, a very large if not slightly old TV, and two pool tables, one admittedly nicer than the other. There were a few rooms up here, but Logan said they were all empty except his. Well now Mr. Creed was up here, but it still seemed odd that they were alone while the other staff members were all on the floor below them.

"I'm up here because I'm a big, bad, man who eats little things like you for dinner. Jimmy's up here because he's loud and like's his space," Creed explained as he sat down with me closer to the head of the bed. "Now, why wouldn't you want me to rub your ears when it feels good?"

"Because," I whined before scampering under his arm and onto the bed. I had intended to finish when I wasn't in his lap, but I yelped as he turned suddenly and grabbed for me. I jolted and he just missed my leg. Only this seemed to spark something, his eyes nearly flashed as I darted off the bed, and he lunged after me like a cat would go after a mouse, but this time I wasn't fast enough to get away. His hand grabbed my arm before he pulled me back onto the bed and up against him. It happened so fast that my feet came out from under me and the impact of me hitting his body actually hurt a little.

I was distracted when he chuckled though, and the kiss he pressed to my temple made me forget the pain. After a second he hummed out a lazy demand, "That was fun, now answer my question."

I bit my lip and leaned my head back to look up at him, before mumbling, "It makes… me feel… weird…" It made me feel warm, and it made my stomach feel tight, and I didn't want to explain what it felt like.

He smirked a bit and kissed my other temple. "Weird," He mumbled back, before turning me around, saying, "Alright, I'll lay off a bit, for now."

"For now?" I squeaked, much to my horror as he held us front to front. He was so big…

"You're not always going to be so little," Creed insisted as he leaned down and kissed my forehead, "And I suspect that when you're not so little you'll want me to make ya feel good like that." I swallowed nervously, only for him to let out an exacerbated sigh and move us down onto the bed so we were lying down. "Such an embarrassed little thing. How'd you get so innocent?"

We were laying on our sides and one of his legs slid between mine, and I couldn't help but squirm. "I don't know… no one ever really talked about this stuff at length," I muttered as I hid my face against his chest. "It was all just mechanics, and me trying not to listen to my friends who were doing things they shouldn't. We just got into high school…"

"High school," Creed breathed as he seemed to just lay there with me. "Frail when's your birthday?"

"Inna couple weeks, March second," I said looking up at him to find him looking down at me a bit. "Why?" Somehow I doubted he wanted to get me a present. He really didn't seem like the sentimental kind.

"Your age is gonna matter for a while," He huffed as he moved us around so our faces where right in front of each other's, his leg remained between mine though. "You feeling better now that you've gotten some time alone?"

I frowned a little, before shrugging as best I could on my side. "Yeah, a bit… do we really gotta stay here?"

He closed his eyes a frown pulling at his lips too. When he opened his eyes I knew the answer, still he told me, "Yeah Pup, you need to stay here." I didn't like it, I especially didn't like that he specified that I had to stay here. I wriggled closer to him moving so I could press my face right where his collarbones met.

He smelled really good…

I wanted to ask him why I liked his scent so much, but I was too embarrassed. One of my hands moved up to wrap around him, and I could feel his hold on me tighten a little. "Mr. Creed… why are we like this?" I asked as my hand traced the muscles in his side. I felt really close to him, but I couldn't help but feel like this wasn't normal. I shouldn't feel like this with someone I'd just met. There was some kind of talk of mates, but I didn't really know what that was, I could only guess.

"We just are Pup," Creed told me his face pressing to my hair between my ears. "Now go to sleep."

ooo

I whimpered a little as I slowly woke up, only to find the reason I was probably awake…

There was about two hundred pounds of feral muscle lying on me!

Frowning I tried to wiggle out from under him, but this didn't prove to be the smartest move I've ever made. There was a low growling, before teeth came down on the back of my neck. It wasn't very hard, and my hair seemed to be in the way, but the meaning was very clear. I whined a little, but forced myself to settle back under him. After a moment he nuzzled me before laying back down his head, moving it to rest against my shoulder blade. He seemed to have parted my legs at some point because he was settled right between them. I wasn't sure what to do; he didn't seem to be awake. I moved my ears around trying to listen for something, but only found that his breathing was still slow and steady.

At least it was Sunday, I didn't have class…

It was just… He was sort of heavy.

I didn't much mind, I had a feeling a was a little more durable then I use to be, but it was embarrassing how he was pressed up against me…

He was warm…

His scent was all around me, and it was admittedly making my already sleep fuzzy head fuzzier. Had there been a reason I wanted him to get off? It suddenly wasn't so embarrassing anymore, but I still shifted my hips a little, trying to relieve myself of that weird feeling it gave me to know where his… hips were. This however earned me another growl, this one sounded differently though and he pressed closer making me gasp. I was thirteen and curiosity, as well as friends using words like amazing, had already encouraged me touch myself, though I'd never admit it ever, and this definitely felt a bit like that.

At least it gave me the same pleasing ache, though in my explorations it always just ended up frustrating.

Mr. Creed moved his arms around my torso even as he laid on me, and I knew I should wake him because he was sort of starting to rub up against me. I didn't want anyone to get in trouble, and by the way Ms. Grey had been acting I sort of assumed she suspected things like this would happen. Though I got the feeling she thought that Mr. Creed would be awake during this. It felt really good though. Biting my lip for a moment, to stop myself from making any noises, I breathed my voice not as steady as I would like it, "Mi-ster Creed, I… I think you should wake up now."

There was a low noise that sounded displeased, and I really hoped he was dreaming. He moved a little more and something hard pressed against me there making me yelp a little in panic. The words not ready flashed in my mind like bright red neon and I struggled a little, squeaking so as to not yell, "Please wake up!"

There was a second that felt like an hour before Creed stilled. His hold on me tightened a little before he let me go and moved back onto his knees. It gave me the opportunity to scurry further forward and turn around to look at him. There was obvious tenting in his boxers and he was breathing heavily as he looked at me, his eyes darker. After a minute, he pushed his wild blonde hair from his face and moved off the bed. When I went to get up too, though, he pointed at me growling, "No, stay right there. We're talking about this when I'm done."

My eyes widened in shock as he walked into the bathroom shutting the door behind him.

Was he?

He was?!

I couldn't have done that to him…

He had to have been having a dream about someone older. Better looking. Maybe that girl from the clothing store who'd been wearing that corset…

My ears drooped at the mere thought, but I reluctantly stayed where he wanted me to. I knew I was blushing when I could hear a few grunts from the other side of the door. My ears couldn't help but twitch towards the sound, and somehow it made that spot between my legs ache more. It actually hurt in a way… I just squeezed my thighs together, and looked away from the door.

A couple of what felt like of hours later, though I'm sure it was just minutes, I heard the sink turn on, then off, before he walked out of the bathroom. His skin was all flush, and I couldn't look at him for more than a couple of seconds at a time. He moved onto the bed and sat down in front of me asking, "Did I hurt you?" He didn't really sound concerned, more like he was fact finding.

"No," I said shaking my head; I didn't want him to think that!

"Good," He mumbled running his fingers through his hair. "Do I need to explain what happened?"

"N-no I'm pretty sure I know what happened," I said my eyes finding my hands as they fisted in the sheet under me, my tail wrapping around so it was against my leg. When he didn't say anything I figured one of us was going to have to explain, and so I told him, "You uh, were laying on me… and when I squirmed around trying to get away you started… uhm dreaming?"

"Pretty much," he said as he reached out and coaxed me forward. Letting go of the sheet I moved forward towards him, and he shuffled me onto his lap once I was close enough. After I was settled he asked, "You going to use your own room now?"

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked as I frantically moved around so I could face him. "I'm sorry I didn't mean ta ruin your dream."

"Ruin my… fuck kid, I almost raped you, and yer apologizing ta me?" He looked extremely confused, and more than a little frustrated, but I still couldn't help but feel like I'd done something wrong. He grabbed my face making me look right at him as he said, "I was havin' a dirty dream about you, and I was actin' on it without realizing it, you can't possibly want to sleep in here." He sorta looked angry at himself…

"Me?" I asked, my eyes wide.

"Yeah you," He said flicking my forehead, instinctively getting my hand to fly up and cover the spot.

"But I'm…" I motioned down at me after taking my hand from my forehead. I was just a kid.

"So this does need to be said…" He sighed as he wrapped his arms back around me, "You're my mate. I want you. I know better than to have you right now, but I want you something fierce little frail. I can't say I won't fuck others to get my mind off it, or to pass the time, won't say I'll be any nicer ta ya when I don't feel like it, or that I won't mark you up a bit, but you are mine." I tried to say something, to sort it out, but I didn't know what to say, especially when he buried his face against my neck, "All fucking mine."

"Mark… me up…?" I asked, made just that much more nervous by this being said out loud, about it being confirmed. It was the thing my mind latched onto the firmest.

He ran his claws lightly down my arm, and I couldn't help but feel he was making a point, saying, "Nothing you won't heal from Pup." He moved his face from my neck kissing the side of my mouth. "I'm not a nice man Baby, but we belong to each other, yeah?"

I knew he wasn't a nice man.

I'd known all this time, and I hadn't cared.

Did I really care now?

"Yeah, we belong to each other," I breathed before leaning in to nuzzle his jaw.

AUTHORS NOTES:

This and the next chapter are really sort of important, but these are also the last two pre-written chapters I have.

I've also been writing a different fanfiction with Sabretooth, and a character that can be very closely compared to Nina, but at the same time is different. I think I might post it up, but we'll see. Maybe if someone here is interested I'll put it up just for funzies.

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Flowers Can Have Thorns: Yup she has the ears and the tail. I need to try and make them more involved so they're not just, OH RIGHT SHE HAS THOSE!