Pryde Goeth Before A Fall
Kitty Pryde is rescued by a very unlikely hero, one who won't let her forget the debt she now owes.
I don't own them – I wouldn't mind owning them – but I don't. Thank you Marvel for letting me play in your sandbox, there will be a few minor OC's in this story that are mine –but if you want them you can have them.
Chapter Ten – The L word.
He looked up from his newspaper. She'd been here a week, she was curled up with her laptop on the other end of the couch. It had been in the bottom of the bag, in its case. He had a good wireless router, and she was able to hook in and get online.
"What ARE you doing?" He asked.
"Maggie sent me something that Mike couldn't figure out, I'm looking at the line code trying to figure out why the compile didn't work." She said.
"I thought we said no work?" He growled.
"This isn't WORK – it's for an online game we are writing."
"WHAT?"
"I write games for fun."
"Pryde – I was right, you are insane."
She just chuckled and kept looking at the laptop screen. "What about you – going over the scores you looked up online last night; what is it about men and newspaper sports pages."
"Now that's a low blow. Don't insult my sports page, and I didn't know how long we'd be in BED this morning, so yeah I looked them up last night." He said with a very self satisfied smirk if he said so himself. She was a VERY apt student, he had to say that.
"What, I didn't wear you out enough?" She grinned.
"I was wondering if your JAW would wear out." He grinned.
"Not yet." She smirked back at him, and he suddenly wasn't that interested in the paper.
"Come here, Pryde." He said.
"No." She said, not taking her eyes off the laptop screen.
"Come here."
"No, I want to find where he coded this wrong." She said. He growled and put his paper on the floor. He reached out and grabbed her ankle and yanked. "HEY! This is a valuable piece of equipment."
"Shit, Pryde if I break it, I'll buy you a new one – now COME HERE!"
"No." She lay the laptop down on the hardwood floor, and looked up at him. He'd pulled her flat onto her back on the couch, and he was suddenly getting other ideas. The damned Care Bear was winking at him, but he'd gotten used to it, it made him feel almost decadent fucking her while she was wearing something so damned cute.
"Fine – I'll come there."
"I'm sure you will." She grinned. He really was rubbing off on her, and he was enjoying every second.
"Not before you." He grinned as he kissed her ankle.
"Promise?"
"THAT sounded like a challenge." He smirked. She had a damned competitive side he'd never seen, even in battle.
"I don't know – I wonder which one of us can hold out the longest." She said with a very impish grin. She was definitely NOT an angel this morning. HE grinned and kissed behind her knee, letting his fangs scrape along the tendon, and enjoying her sharp intake of breath. HE hooked her knee over his shoulder and started kissing down the inside of her thigh.
"Now THAT's not FAIR!" She squealed.
"All's fair, Kitten, this is war." He whispered against her leg as he licked the tender skin.
She just moaned as he moved closer to the junction, his lips and tongue teasing her mercilessly. He was going to enjoy this. He glanced down at the laptop, and dropped her leg.
"YOU little…"
"What?"
"That's not game code. That's bank routing information." He said.
"Victor – how the HELL do you know that."
"I've hacked a few banks." He growled. "Is that WORK?"
"No…not exactly."
"You sat there and LIED to me and I didn't even pick it up."
"I didn't lie to you, it's coding for a game."
"Bullshit."
"It's a game for hackers. We are trying to create an un-hackable system, something they will keep trying and trying to crack, we are using bank code for the basis. See look…" He was suddenly absorbed in her explanation, now that he saw it, it made sense.
"Sorry." He whispered.
"You didn't trust me?"
"It just looked like…I'm sorry."
"Victor, I promised not to lie to you."
"I know." He winced; she had every right to walk out at this point. He waited, expecting her to abandon him. She surprised him again.
"You've never had anyone to trust have you?"
"No." It was simple – and the truth. Trust wasn't something he was used to.
She climbed into his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. HE didn't know what to make of this new move, or the moisture on his shoulder and cheek.
"I'm so sorry." She whispered. He tilted her head up, and felt a strange lurch in his chest. She was crying – for him.
"Kitty, don't – I don't want your pity." He snarled harshly.
"Pity – I don't pity you. It's the ones who've betrayed you I pity." She whispered.
That statement crashed in on him. She KNEW why he didn't trust, why he didn't believe people, too many had turned on him, crushed what trust he had so early, he didn't know if he had any left. IF he did, he was going to pull every ounce he could find and give it to her.
"Kitten."
"Shhh." She kissed him, her tongue stroking his, her body moving against his.
"Oh God, Baby." He moaned, her body moving against his causing very interesting reactions.
"Now what was that challenge, see who could hold out the longest?" She grinned.
"No, not now." He wrapped his arms around her and stood up, carrying her to the bedroom.
"Victor."
"I'm making love to you, and you can't stop me." He grinned. She looked at him in shock for a moment, and then just grinned back, he didn't want to think about what had surprised her, he didn't want to look at it that closely, he had a feeling he knew what it was, and it wasn't something he was ready to face.
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She watched him sleep. It was the first time he'd gone to sleep first, and she watched the peaceful look on his face, surprised. He was relaxed, his hand resting on her stomach, even in sleep he had to touch her. He'd done things to her today that he'd never done, screaming his name was all she could do at one point, he'd pushed her that far into ecstasy.
She knew he was going to send her away, when the two weeks were over. She knew he didn't want her to stay, and she even understood why. He hadn't gone out, hadn't done anything to satisfy his blood lust since she'd been here, and she knew he wouldn't as long as she was here. She wanted to find a way to let him know she understood.
He'd shocked her, he'd never said anything even resembling love before, and he was almost paranoid about the word. She'd tried telling him, once she loved the feel of his fur, and he'd almost bitten her head off.
"God this is so soft." She murmured, brushing her cheek against his naked chest.
"It's fucking fur - it marks me as a fucking animal." He snarled.
"It's beautiful, soft, and softer than silk." She said, slipping her hand down his flat stomach. "I lo…"
"Don't." He interrupted her, putting his hand over her mouth.
"What?"
"DON'T ever say that word. Its frail shit and I don't want it anywhere near me."
"Victor."
"NO, NEVER say that word." He growled, she just nodded.
He had – made love to her, it wasn't just sex, it wasn't just sensual pleasure, he'd taken time and care and concern to a new level, drawing her pleasure out to a point it was beyond perfection, he was beyond perfection. She felt his hand flex against her stomach, pulling her close against him in his sleep.
She was afraid of what would happen, when their time was up. She didn't want it to be, she knew he'd be cruel, say things, maybe even do things to try to make her hate him, so she'd leave, and she didn't want that. She didn't want anything to mar this time; this time with him was something she'd treasure the rest of her life, no matter how many times they fought, no matter how horrible he could be she would always know the man inside the monster.
She considered packing her bag and phasing out before he woke, leave it on a good note, but she JUST wasn't ready to give him up. She still had another week, in his bed, in his arms, and maybe in his heart. He would never admit it, never say a word, and she would always wonder, but deep down, she knew she owned a small corner. He claimed it was black as sin, that heart of his, but somehow she knew differently.
She curled against his chest, his arm tightening.
"Go ta sleep Pryde." He whispered sleepily.
"I am." She whispered back, closing her eyes.
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He waited until he was sure she was asleep. She'd been watching him, and he had a pretty good idea what had been running through her mind. How was this going to end?
He'd been thinking about it, how best to send her back to the Geeks, and every way he thought of caused a gut wrenching pain in his gut. He didn't want to hurt her, in any way, but it was the only way she'd go. She had that damned optimistic view of everything, even him. He watched her sleep.
She was dreaming, he could see her eyes move, but she was smiling so it wasn't a bad dream. He kissed the end of her nose, and a small giggle escaped her dreaming mouth.
"I love you, Kitty Pryde." He whispered, just like he had every night since she'd come to him. Only when she was asleep, and only when he knew she couldn't hear him.