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"Do you ever think about the future?" Lorette asked suddenly.

It was now past 12 and Victor refused to move, and her being under his arm caused her to be stuck along with him with the covers pooled around their waists.

"Not really. I ain't sure how far my futures gonna stretch out, so I just do what comes naturally an' make sure that me and mine are alright."

"How can the things you say be so simple yet poetic?"

His answer was interrupted when both heard a knock on the door. She looked looked at him the question in her eyes. Who knows you're here?

He shook his head and shrugged. Magneto was in his plastic bubble, and Mystique was out there impersonating that senator. Before he could say anything else she'd gotten up from his slacked grip and walked to his closet. He momentarily forgot to argue with her when he rolled over and saw the sway of her hips and she came out in his large black cotton robe. The robe dwarfed her and left a trail of cloth behind her.

"What are ya doin'?"he asked finally regaining his speech.

"Well, you can't answer. I'll get the door and you get dressed."

"Fine."

Lorette left the room and stopped at the door. The scent on the other side smelled like cheap aftershave. She opened the door and gasped.

"Officer it's nice to see you again."

A puzzled look came upon his face. "I'm sorry we haven't met before. I'm Matthew Davidson. You must mean my brother Caleb. I'm here to speak with you about your parents. Mind if I come in?"

"No! Come in,"she said opening the door wider allowing him in. She ignored the low growl of protest from their room.

"My parents were in Montana. How does their murder apply here?" Her voice was neutral,but forceful. He took a seat on the end of the couch closest to the door and she curled herself on the other.

"We found that a flare torch was shot into the gas stove in the kitchen, and there was gasoline poured around the house to fuel the flame. There wasn't much,but the insurance and money left in the will was transferred to an account recently put into you're name, however the estate is now bare. None of the items in the house could be salvaged."

"That's alright there was only old pictures and their stuff."

"Good. If that's all I'll be going,but I must say it was a trouble finding you."

"It was?"

"Yes. We had to get in touch with your friend Rena. You're house is being put up for rent soon. You'll have quite a chunk of change in you're pocket now, but then again you're staying here."

"I am, but my boyfriend owns the place."

"If you don't mind me asking, where is this boyfriend of yours?"

As if to help, a snore came from the room that was soft enough for her ears.

"He's asleep. It's Friday, and he's a lazy ass most of the time." A grunt of disapproval came at a low volume and she grinned slightly.

"Hmm. Well that's all. Here's the account number, pin, and number to the bank. Goodbye and you have my condolences." He handed her a slip of paper and rose heading towards the door.

"Thanks."

She followed from him to the door and locked it once it was closed the door and came face to face with soft cloth. Lorette let out a shriek and looked up. A now cleaned Victor grinned at her. She turned away and he wrapped his arms around her.

"I need to invest in a bell for you. No man your size should do that."

"I don't complain when ya do it."

"What?"

"Ya don't make noise when ya walk. Go get dressed an' I'll make ya breakfast."

"Lunch,"she corrected sliding from his grasp.

"Whatever."

She turned away with a swirl on his robe that hit his flannel covered legs purposely. He reached out and hit her behind before she was out of reach and headed towards the kitchen.

Lorette walked out of the bedroom an hour later and sniffed. Something smelled delicious. She walked over the counter and saw Victor hunched over a boiling pot.

"What's cooking?"

He turned and smiled as he continued to stir the pot. "Come an' taste."

She easily hopped the marbled counter and stood beside him. The pot's soup was a soft brown and had carrots, beef,a nd potatoes in it. He lifted the ladle for her to try. She took a sip and sighed.

"It's good. You can cook?"

"I'm nearly 200 years old, an' the past 15 I've been alone. Ya don't live that long the way I do without learnin' ta survive."

"I guess you're right. You never stop amazing Victor Creed."

"I hope it stays that way. I'd hate fer ya ta get bored with me."

She watched as he moved to pot and switched of the stove. He reach into the cabinet and got two bowls and Lorette opened the refrigerator to find his drinks consisted of beer,water,more beer,juice,and surprisingly wine.

"I doubt that would ever happen. You want a beer, don't you?"

"Ya know me well already."

She chuckled and pulled one of the bottles from the case then went to get the spoons and glass for her juice. Victor placed the bowls down and watched her with a feral grin. He got up and went behind her while she bent into the fridge. He traced a clawed hand softly down her innerthigh. Her back arched and she came out holding a carton of orange juice and glaring.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Stop turning me on like that."

He came behind her and trapped her between the sink counter and him with his arms. "Ya don't mean that. Ya love it when I turn ya on, an' it wouldn't be fair since ya do it ta me so easily."

"Fair enough. Now move it, I'm hungry,"she said turning to face him with both her arms spread along the counter top.

"I get no thanks fer cookin' fer ya?"

She cupped the side of his face and pulled him in for a kiss. Her thumb stroked his sideburns and she bit his lip as she pulled away. "Thank you. Now let me eat."

"It's all yers." He stepped aside and put away the carton as she walked towards her bowl then he followed suit. "Ya up fer a day out?"

"Sure. Why?"

"Well, from what I heard we both have a hefty sum o' money an' we need new sheets."

"It was your fault first. How many sets?"

"One. I wanna show you my main place. We can go Sunday an' it's only a drive through New York."

"Sounds nice. I'm getting seconds then getting dressed."

*BURP!*

"VIC!"

"Sorry."

"I'm never letting you cook again."

"Ya liked my cookin'. Ya even had three bowls."

"You had five."

"So. I'm big an' don't like ta starve. Ya should see me at an all ya can eat buffet after a long day."

Lorette shook her head with a sigh and looked over to him. Victor was grinning down at her as they headed down the street towards the bank.

"At least it didn't come from the other end,"he continued optimistically.

"You're disgusting."

"It comes with bein' a guy." He held open the door for her as she walked in. "Ya sure this is the right place?"

"Yeah,now go wait and please be civilized."

"I'll try, but I make no promises."

She mumbled a few insults under her breath at him,but he just kept smiling at her. He looked around and took a seat in one of the leather chairs placed in a square in the bank's center. He didn't remember the last time he'd been inside a bank or how many accounts he had. He closed his eyes and stretched his legs all the way out as he leaned back.

Lorette thanked the teller and turned around. She shook her head as she saw Victor's still form in the chair. Lazy ass. She walked right past him without stopping and was halfway down the sidewalk when she realized he had the keys. She turned on her heels and bumped into something hard. A hand grabbed her waist before she fell and she saw Victor's triumphant smirk.

"Ya won't lose me that easy."

"You're like a stray dog. Just when you think they're gone, they come back."

His arm wrapped around her waist and he started off with her. "Ya were 'bout ta come back fer me, an' ya'd miss me if I left."

"Yeah, I probably would if for nothing other than your cooking."

"I can live with that,"he stated unlocking the truck.

TBC