Couldn't sleep. So I decided to write! I'm sure you won't mind. Cew, I will try to fit Logan in more. R.R.E.
Sitting on the plane, I couldn't help but let my brain wander. I thought about my life, what I wanted, what was best. Victor made a grunting noise next to me.
"What are you thinking so hard about?"
I looked over to him with a small smile on my lips.
"The future."
I almost said my future. That would have started an argument. It was hard to think of us instead of me. We, not I.
"Hmm, and what does the future have in store for us?"
I sighed. I had no idea. Trouble was brewing, Charles was worried, which made me worried.
"That's the problem. I have no idea. Everything I wanted before seems selfish."
Victor patted my hand a few times.
"One day at a time."
Victor, king of one liners.
"I think we should go to the mansion. Just for a few days."
Victor shook his head and sighed.
"Why?"
I could hear the suspicion in his voice, and I knew why. He thought I wanted to see Logan.
"You bitch and moan about how I never talk about anything other than work, well you never stop talking about Logan. Thinking about Logan. Your obsessed."
Victor tensed up and I mentally kicked myself. I should have not started an argument on a plane packed full of bystanders.
"Victor, I didn't mean it to come out that way. I'm just sick and tired of you second guessing me. I'm with you. If Logan was a charming billion with a big dick, a heart of gold, power and the patience of the Pope, I would still choose you."
He looked at me, his gray eyes alight with humor and something else.
"All that and you would still want me?"
"I'll take your grumpiness, homicidal rage, and Casanova bedroom skills over all that any day of the week."
He snorted. I think it was finally sinking in. I wanted to be with him, despite his long list of unfavorable qualities.
"Casanova huh?"
"First word that came to mind."
He grinned and captured my lips with his. I happily kissed him back. He pulled away and laid his head back against the head cushion. He looked at me out of the corner of his eye.
"You really aren't going for the runt?"
"Logan is my friend. Helped me out when I had no one. He protected me, and for that he will always be my friend. But your my mate, my protector. I love you."
My eyes got wide. I had not meant to say that. I looked at Victor like a deer in the headlights. He looked at me, his face blank.
"I uhh, have to go to the bathroom."
I quickly got up from my seat and practically ran to the bathroom. Once inside I sat down and covered my face. Your such a dummy Roslyn! I was so busy mentally berating myself that I didn't hear the lock slide back, or the door opening until Victor was standing inside the bathroom with me. He shut the door behind him and locked it. I turned my face away from him in the cramped bathroom.
"Roslyn."
"I didn't mean it."
Victor slammed me into the wall.
"Don't lie Roslyn. You meant it."
I nodded softly. I did.
"Your right. I did. I do."
His eyes bored into mine. I fought the urge to look away. He was so intense, so... I don't even have the words for what Victor Creed is.
"You think I'm a fool don't you?"
A small smile crept onto his handsome face.
"A little emotional sometimes, but I wouldn't mate with a fool."
I rolled my eyes.
"Your important to me Roslyn."
I smiled sadly at that. My laptop was important to me. My briefcase was important. He sensed my sadness, my disappointment. He leaned in and rubbed his nose against mine.
"Better than being just a piece of ass I suppose."
"Your MY piece of ass, Roslyn. My concubine, my woman, my mate. Next to me, your the most important thing I have."
I smiled at that.
"Which is why, I want you to have this."
He held out a little cardboard box . I raised an eyebrow at him but took the box. It was a strange ring box of sorts. I felt my heart speed up. Was it that kind of ring box?
I opened the box slowly and gasped. I was staring at a gorgeous, sparkling emerald cut ring. I looked from it, to Victor and back again.
"Your mine Roslyn, every mutant knows it. Now every human will too."
"Is this...an engagement ring?"
"Consider it another mark. Your mine Roslyn. In every culture and every species."
I blinked a few times. I didn't know what to do, what to say. How long had he had this? Had he been waiting for the perfect time?
Victor made a noise and it brought my attention back to him.
"This would be a good time to say something schatzi."
I grabbed him and pulled him into a fierce hug.
"It's beautiful Victor."
He pulled away, his face betraying nothing. He plucked the ring from the box, and took my left hand in his other. He slid the ring on slowly. I watched as it climbed higher and higher onto my finger until it sat at the very top.
"How on earth are you going to get a marriage license? Your a wanted criminal."
It was the first thing that popped into my head. Victor gave me his smug little smile.
"Already have it."
My eyes went wide.
"Pick a place, and a time schatzi."
"You want to have a wedding wedding? With flowers and bridesmaids, the whole shebang?"
"Whatever you want."
I raised an eyebrow at him. I could not see Victor enjoying a wedding ceremony.
"That doesn't sound like you."
He smiled at me this time.
"Truth is, I don't give a shit how, or where we get married. I just know I want it."
"You WANT to get married?"
He nodded his head.
"Marriage makes you legally mine."
I nodded.
"Your a real charmer."
He laughed again.
"There are perks."
"Such as?"
"An extended honeymoon, where your not allowed to wear clothes."
I shook my head. I should have known. Victor wanted the marriage so I would have his name, be bound more tightly to him. Not only physically, but legally too. He was tying me to him tighter. Another form of dominance over me.
"You really want to do this? It's not just some last minute precaution, a way to tie me to you tighter?"
He shook his head.
"It is a way to tie you to me, but it also means you share what I have. Access to my money, my assets."
"Makes sense. But, now don't get mad at me. But it seems so out of character for you."
He nodded his head. And then he grinned and a chill ran up my spine.
"What better way to ensure nobody messes with you when I'm gone then putting a big ass ring on your pretty little finger? Or having you take my last name?"
I had to agree. Only a truly mad person, or someone getting paid very well would go after Victor Creed. So it's logical to assume that they would have to be even madder, and get paid an insane amount to go after something that he cared for.
"It seems wrong to get married for those reasons."
He raised an eyebrow at me.
"I'm not trying to sound like a die hard romantic or anything, but shouldn't we get married because we're in love? Because we want to spend the rest of our lives together? And not because we are biologically paired."
He looked at me hard, and I knew it was a futile effort. Victor had decided that we were getting married. End of story. I just wish it was a little more special. Would it have killed him to propose to me? Like a normal person.
"What now?"
He was annoyed with me, I could hear it in his voice, smell it in his scent.
"Nothing. Let's just go back to our seats."
"Don't lie to me schatzi. "
"Really. It's nothing."
He looked at me, and I knew if I didn't answer I was going to be in trouble.
"I've imagined this day since I was a little girl."
"And this isn't what you imagined."
"Not even remotely close. Let's get out of here before someone comes and catches us in here."
"Who cares? I'm trying here Roslyn. I don't know what you want. I thought you would be happy."
I felt bad now.
"No, Victor I am happy. I just had all these unrealistic ideals about what it would be like. I just need to grow up."
He still didn't move.
"I'm not...I don't know how to be..." He stopped talking and shook his head.
"Your not a flowers and chocolate, romantic night on the town kind of guy. Your rough, raw and say what you mean, and mean what you say. It's just who you are. Am I going to marry you anyways? Yup."
He grinned.
"Good."
He kissed me again, and this time he pushed up against me. I could feel him, and my body responded. But I remember the last time we were on a plane together.
"Vic, no. Not on the plane."
He grinned and pulled away.
"Fine. I'm fucking you in the car then."
With that he opened the door and walked out. I sat with my mouth open for a few moments before heading out. I hoped no one noticed.
I walked back to our seats in first class. I was beginning to suspect, despite his rough exterior, Victor was a fan of posh and fancy things. Our villa was the biggest, the most lavish. He only traveled in the most expensive town cars and limousines. Always first class, never coach. His clothes were finely tailored. It must be the cat in him. The thought of Victor being a snobby kitty made me smile. It was a thought I was not going to share with him. Ever.
"When should we get married?" He asked as I took my seat. I stared at my ring, watched the way the light danced off it. It was incredible. Victor noticed me staring and smiled.
I shrugged. I had a lot to think about. I had to get ready for the fallout, as terrible as it sounded. Logan was going to be livid, Hank would be happy for me, Charles would be worried.
"Should I tell everyone that you told me we where getting married in the bathroom on the airplane?"
Victor laughed long and hard.
"Maybe I'll tell them you proposed while we were in Italy."
He nodded.
"I was going to."
"What stopped you?"
There was no way it would have been any more less romantic than it already was.
"No way to escape off a plane."
He had a point.