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Emma slept alone that night, Victor never returning home after their fight. She and Birdy were having a telepathic discussion before trying to get to sleep.
"He actually brought you a carp?" The blond asked incredulously.
"It took me about a year and a half to realise that he brought me dead animals to show me he cared." Emma mumbled.
"My aunt had a cat like that, she'd leave dead mice on the steps to feed her. I guess it's sort of cute."
"I hope he doesn't bring home a dead deer..."
"I don't know what he brought, but he's back on the property." Birdy alerted and cut the tele-link. Emma turned over on to her side and waited. There was no indication that he was in the house no matter how hard she strained her hearing. Her heart nearly exploded when she felt his hand on her shoulder. "For once could you act like a man and not a predator?"
"Sorry, frail, it's in my blood." Creed encroached into her space, pushing against her with his body as he crawled into her side of the bed, making her roll over into the middle, twisting her sheets and night clothes uncomfortably around her.
He was still fully clothes and his jeans were still crisp from the night air. Wrapping his legs around her sent a shiver down her spine but he began to warm up. They remained tangled in each other, both slightly confused to be in such an intimate and unusual circumstance. Even after the years they spent together as lovers, Victor had never seemed so needy as he had been in the last few days and it was evident that he was struggling inside as well as out with his new emotions.
A small nip on her shoulder drew her attention away from the irritable sensation of her underwear digging into her thigh. "I love you." It was mumbled into her shoulder, quietly, resentfully. Emma tried to twist around to face him in his death grip embrace, but only made it on to her back. He watched her with an ornery glint in his eyes and his muscles tense. She struggled to finish turning in his arms and noticed he was grinding his teeth when her face finally met his.
"Say it again."
Creed considered her request, his jaw muscles working to sand his teeth down to nubs until he sighed through is nose and took a deep swallow. Emma put a hand on his face and rubbed her thumb against his stubble, tracing his lower lip. As of its own accord, his forehead pressed against hers and his eyes lulled before slowing finding hers. He could see the tears forming in the corners of her eyes but she was biting down on a smile, waiting to hear him again.
"Emma Rose," Victor took her hand from his face and intertwined his fingers with hers. "I love you. Will you marry me?"
"We're already married." She whispered, letting out a soft, happy laugh, moving deeper into the embrace by wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I figured I didn't really ask you the first time." His lip twitched into a brief sheepish smile.
"Of course I'll marry you."
"You'll still have me, after all this?" His muscles relaxed around her and he pushed his face into her hair, breathing deeply of her. Her answer was a kiss.
