Chap 13
AN-Just so you know, Victor Creed does not have Genital Herpes or any other form of STDs. He can't, he's like a vampire…only not. Sorta.
The last chapter!! I'll edit later but I was distracted by my friend while writing it so it might be a bit sketchy. 3
Everything was a blur. Liadan hardly remembered anything that happened. She must have been in shock. The dam had burst, Victor had carried her shaking form into the jet, Jean had sacrificed herself for them all why couldn't she have done it from the jet?! And Logan had cried. Victor was actually dealing with a crying woman, and well, and she had partially dozed through the debriefing. Her mother had been almost hysterical but was busy with the other kids. After a quick reunion they said they'd talk in the morning.
"Liadan," The professor put his hand on her knee, snapping her from her daze on Victor's lap. "You did very well today. I want you to eat some dinner, go take a shower, change and go to bed. I want you to take the week off of classes, but I don't want you to withdraw again. It is not healthy, and we miss you."
She nodded unable to form a coherent sentence.
"Now Mr. Creed, will you be requiring a room?" Xavier asked with his professional mask.
Liadan looked up at him, and her heart leapt to her throat. Would he stay?
"I can't stay long Xavier, but a room for the night would be great." He had his own professional mask up, but his was almost scary.
Her heart stopped beating for a second. Of course he's not going to stay. He's a grown man and he doesn't need you. Honestly Liadan, who did you think you were kidding? She berated herself.
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"Now Mr. Creed, will you be requiring a room?" The old man was just as professional as he'd always been. His girl looked up at him, but he had to follow through with the plan. He couldn't stay here with her, and he couldn't take her with him, not yet.
Without looking at his new purpose in life he replied; "I can't stay long Xavier, but a room for the night would be great." He had to keep control. He would only stay the one night, tell Liadan the plan, then leave. She had to finish school before she had to deal with his shit, and he definitely had some shit to take care of before he could take her out of school.
He could smell the change as soon as it happened and it hit him like a ton of bricks. He'd really hurt her. But she just didn't know, couldn't understand yet. He'd explain later, but now he couldn't look weak in front of the X-Losers.
He shifted uncomfortably, almost dislodging his girl from her perch. His heart felt like he was at the bottom of the Hudson.
When is this debriefing OVER!
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"Alright little one," He lead her into his designated room. "get washed up, I'll be back in a couple minutes." He ushered her to his connected bath. The suite was spacious and he almost didn't know what to do with all the room. He'd been living rough for the past few years, and had almost forgotten luxury. But with this decadent little morsel at his side he could think of a few things to do in the space.
Remember the plan! Get a hold of yourself. He had to physically shake himself to rid the images from his mind. He hoped to God she didn't look down now, he didn't think he had the strength to deal with explaining his raging…erection. Now, go get her some food. She won't go hungry while you're around. He puffed himself up and left her to bathe. Maybe the runt'll let me use his shower; I don't wanna come back to her as grubby as I left.
"You do stink." She told herself as she morosely peeled her filthy clothes off and stepped into the shower that was as hot as she could get it.
The steam filled her lungs and the hot water scalded her skin as streams of filth snaked down her body and through the drain. A tear crept down her chin and she turned her face to the stream.
Come on girl! You knew it was too good. You said you'd take what you could get, and now you have to deal with the consequences. Besides, you don't even know him!! Calm down it's just the stress and adrenaline, you can't feel so strongly about him. You don't even know him, calm down.
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Victor grabbed a quick shower in the locker room instead of trying to talk to an emotionally unstable Wolverine. Then he left for the kitchen. He could smell Gwynne in there along with a chicken soup and he figured he'd kill two birds with one stone.
He came through the door to find his mate's mother sitting at the bar, looking haggard into a bowl of chunky soup. He took a deep breath. Meeting the parents was not something he had ever thought about.
"So, you're the one?" Gwynne raised an eyebrow the same was Liadan did.
"Yeah, ahem. Yes Ms. Black, I'm Victor Creed and I uh, I have claimed your daughter."
"You've claimed her?" That brow rose like there was no limit. Then she took a breath and fixed him in her gaze. "I assume that's a feral thing?"
He cleared his throat again, he was on shaky ground and he knew it, but who the hell was this, this woman who thought she could judge him? He was his mate's mother, so he would show her every respect, but nothing would keep him from Liadan, and woe to the person who tried.
"Yes, I have claimed her as my mate. And Liadan has accepted." Victor was in business mode, but without the intent of blood. "She will finish up as much schooling as the two of you deem desirable, and then she will formally become my mate."
"So what are you saying? After school you'll marry her? No funny business until then? Or just keep off your back until she's old enough for you?" Gwynne was tired and strained, and her baby was growing up differently then anyone she knew of so she was kind of at her wits end. If that made her a little snappy to the most dangerous man she'd ever met, she didn't care. No one would take her baby who didn't deserve her, even if Liadan thought it was the best choice. For all Gwynne knew, she was pressured into the agreement or thought she loved him because he healed like she did.
Victor had to suppress a growl. If he weren't trying to show his mate's mother the utmost respect he'd already have cowed her. "No." He snapped. "Liadan is perfect as she is. And I'm not promising I won't touch her, but I am trying to wait until she's done with school. I have some things to clear up and take care of before we do anything, but I'm not gonna wait for ever. She is mine, and I will have her. I'm just giving you some time to adjust." He ground out from where he stood by the stove. His eyes had darkened but he was trying really hard not to let her get to him.
Gwynne just nodded. "I will talk to my daughter in the morning. But for now, ok."
"Good. Is this soup for everyone?"
"Yeah." Gwynne said with a confused frown that reminded him of her daughter.
"Good. Liadan's got to be starving, I'm gonna take some up to her." And with that he piled a tray with food and left for their room almost whistling from the joy of having her near him.
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When he entered his room he was assaulted by the smell of her pain and tears. He set the food down quickly taking another scent. There was no blood, but he jumped over the king sized bed in his rush to get to her. Flinging open the bathroom door, he saw her silhouette crumple to the floor behind the shower curtain, and he heard her sob.
"Liadan?!" He was breathing hard and his pupils had dilated, almost tuning his eyes entirely black. He rushed to her and grabbed a towel with his left hand as he tore the plastic curtain from the rod with his right. "What's wrong?" He asked her as gently as his panic would allow as he turned the water off and wrapped her in the bath sheet, trying not to look at anything but her face.
She hiccupped. "It's nothing." She shook in his outstretched arms. "It must just be left over shock or something." Her teeth were chattering, and her speech was disjointed and slurred. But Victor knew better, this was something else entirely, and he did not like it.
"Come 'ere." He pulled her safe into his arms. "What's wrong little one?" He asked softly.
"I told you, nothing!" She was irrationally angry. Getting angry so she would stop crying.
"Liadan," He growled, shaking her, but not too hard. He didn't want to hurt her, but she would not lie to him. "what is this about?"
"YOU!!" She let out a tortured scream. She would not cry for him. "You!" Too late, tears rolled down her cheeks, hopefully she could pass them off as tears of rage, and they were partially.
"What?!" He pulled back, taken aback.
"You! You say all this shit, and then you just ignore it! You're just leaving and…you're an asshole."
He opened and closed his mouth a few times. "I'm leaving so I don't fuck up your life."
"Maybe I want you to fuck up my life! Did you ever ask me?!" She was just pulling shit out of her ass at this point. She had to get mad, she couldn't allow him to see her weak, he was too strong. He could just walk away? Well she could too, but she would at least yell at him first. And it was true. She didn't care if he fucked up her life, she just wanted him in it.
He was silent for a moment. Eyes wide, pupils huge, sweating. He finally got it, remembered he needed to tell her the plan. He needed to get her on board with this.
"Liadan, baby…little one, listen to me. You. Are. My. MATE. I will never leave you. I mate for life." He was staring into her eyes so intensely…He had to make her understand. "I told you, you need to finish school. I want you to do what you want with your life, and I need to take care of some things before I take you home. But I will be back for you. And soon. I will not wait long for you Liadan. I…" He gulped and took a deep breath. "I need you. And…I want you. Ok?"
Her chest was heaving. Her eyes were wide. She couldn't process this. Victor Creed told her he needed her? That he wanted her? She was hyperventilating. She didn't want him to leave but if he'd be back…She would wait happily. …Well maybe not happily…
Her scared frown made him want to kiss her problems away. But he was afraid of where he would take this.
"We are together. You are mine. I am yours." He admitted, trying to make her see. "Don't you get it little one?" His low rumbling growl started in his chest. "We are bound together, and you won't ever be able to get rid of me." He was trying to make her smile.
She was pressed against him, her bones had melted and she was putty in his hands. He kissed her hair and she nuzzled his neck.
"I didn't mean to get mad…I just couldn't…I want you too. I don't know were I'd be without you." A few tears leaked from her eyes again. She had just been up and down too many times in the past couple months. "I'm sorry, I'm ridiculously emotional right now." She laughed weakly up at him.
"That doesn't matter now. I'm…sorry too." It was like he was speaking a foreign language. But he meant it. "Now get some clothes on, 'n let's go to bed." He rumbled down at her with a smile, raising to go back to the bedroom and offering her his hands.
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They sat on the bed, eating to cooled soup happily together. She was still in the towel, her hair curling down her back, and snaking around her arms. He marveled at her beauty. She was his and it swelled his heart.
He was sitting next to her, managing to make sweats look manly and high-class. And he was hers and she was his. She nearly died from the pleasure.
They spoke of nothing and everything. Their lives and their futures. Sitting close, afraid to lose their new found intimacy (they'd really not known each other long. But they would be together for quite some while. Turns out Victor was almost two hundred.).
"Let's get to bed little one." Victor rumbled and smiled at his mate when she yawned for the billionth time.
"Mmmhmm. She smiled back up at him sleepily.
"Now go get some clothes on little one." He stood and started to clear away their dinner things.
"Hun-uh." She smiled, her eyes twinkling.
"What?" He turned back to her, shocked.
"I don't wanna." She grinned and started to pull back his covers, her bath sheet slipping.
"Liadan, I don't think that you…uh…cover yourself!" He covered his eyes but peeked through his fingers. "Little one, I don't think you understand how hard it is to hold onto my control when you're like this." He turned his back on her and started doing that weird uncomfortable jiggling thing.
"I think I kinda do." She giggled. Yeah it ruined the moment but she couldn't help it. She never said she'd wait until marriage, but she did say she was going to wait him. They would be together for the rest of their lives, and she knew it. She trusted him.
"I won't press you if…you know you don't want to or what ever, but…I really…I want you Victor. I need you. I'll wait if I have to but I really don't want to." She was suddenly serious.
"Liadan…are you sure?"
"No, I mean of course I'm scared but, I really want you."
"I'm leaving tomorrow."
"I know, but…Victor…I..." She knew she had to say it soon. She realized when she made the decision to kill the soldier.
"I…"Victor psyched himself up. He had to say it. "I have to say it Liadan," He took a deep breath. "Iloveyou."
He froze and she almost died a little death.
"Victor," She sat up a bit more, her towel dropping a bit more. "You need to know how happy you make me. I love you too. So much."
He let out a groan, his purring, growling, rumble building deep in his chest.
"I'm not gonna say it often, but I love you Liadan." He stalked to the bed, pulling his shirt over his head.
She gloried in his bare chest, her entire body tingling at the prospect of his body on hers.
"I know, you'll probably get sick of me saying it, but it's true, I do love you Victor." He was working on his draw string. Why had he even tied it?
"I doubt that little one. Say it." He pulled the coverings back slowly tugging at the bath sheet.
"I love you Victor." She breathed while his magnificent naked body covered hers.
AN-Sorry cut it off. I figure you can figure it out for yourself…:) Thanks for sticking with it. This was my first attempt at an actual story and I appreciate that you read it. Please tell me what you think. And tell me if you want more. I'm planning a different story right now so keep an eye out for that.
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Much, much love!!
Ceilidh