She came out in the middle of the afternoon. She stayed in that fucking room all damn day, but finally came out. It wasn't like there was much to do in there, but she'd stayed put. I hadn't moved either, deciding to play her game. She wanted to play, fuck it I'd play. She looked at me, then moved to the kitchen her braid swishing behind her.

"You wanna go out?" I asked. I heard the cabinets, then running water, getting a drink then. I waited, finally she came to the living room. She looked at the fire, then to me stretched across the couch. I cocked a brow, 'So's what's your next move?'. She moved to me, then pretty much parked her sweet little ass on my stomach.

I grunted, but reached to adjust her more comfortably back. She watched me, but the emotionless face didn't do much for me. "You have plenty of leftovers, there's no need."

I shrugged, then propped my hands back behind my head. "Wanna run?" We'd been inside all day, I liked the outside, she liked the outside, why not?

"No, I don't think that would be a bright idea." she murmered, relaxing back into the padded cushions of the couch.

"No one ever said I's the brightest crayon in the box, 'pussycat'." She smiled softly, finally. I reached around to pull her braid to me, running it softly along my lips, just watching her. "S'what do we do?" I purred.

She narrowed her eyes, looking from me to the fire to me. Then through her teeth, "I'm content." It was whispered so softly even my ears barely managed to pick it up.

"Care to repeat that?" I asked.

She cocked a brow at me, crossing her arms against her chest. "There's no need to go out into the public where someone will inevitably piss you off. There's no need for us to get sweaty around each other and test your 'self control'. There's no need to impress me with your wealth of resources."

I shrugged, "So what's there need of?"

She sighed, "I've thought about that, but I really don't know what to tell you. We have to get comfortable with each other, figure out where to go from here." Her thoughts were pretty much my own so I nodded. Silence fell between us, but I was pleased to have her so close, it didn't phase me.

The room started darkening with the setting sun and she moved. I held absolutely still as she pulled her legs up between mine and lay her head against my chest. "You can breathe Victor." she murmered. I felt the warm air release in a whoosh against her hair, but she didn't flinch.

Carefully, I moved one hand down to lay against her back. Her breath was warm even through my shirt, her body molded carefully into mine, and I felt like years of tension was slowly emanating from me.

"The 'Runt' said you's a handful when you was younger?"

She stiffened, but relaxed within a second. "Sometimes."

"They never told me 'bout any problems." I shut my eyes, enjoying her body, her warmth, her sweet scent.

"Never did anything that would hurt anyone else, just explored some things."

"Like?" I asked grinning.

She propped herself up to look at me, but I didn't open my eyes. I wanted her unguarded, I wanted her to smile, I wanted her all touchy-feely like this. I was enjoying the hell outta it.

"I tried to wax Hank once, because he'd complained of getting things stuck in his fur while running a certain trail with me..."

"McCoy?" I asked, opening my eyes to be certain.

She nodded, a small smile lifting the edges of her mouth. "He refused to take the path again, so I waited until he was asleep. Wasn't a pleasant experience for either of us."

"Nice." I just smiled.

She lay back against me, "I tried to rig the Proffesor's chair with four wheeler tires once." I cocked a brow, but she continued. "He said he couldn't go to certain parts of the estate, so I thought at the time, all terrain tires would help him out."

"Hmm, I see." Little shit.

"Yeah, well. Then there was the time, I decided to bleach my hair where it could be like Ororoes'. I embarassed Logan by asking why he didn't wear underwear in front of his class, I mixed together cleaning solutions to make agent orange, I decided once to climb a tree and ended up stuck for a night. Just little things."

I chuckled softly, "Okay, so you's curious." I paused taking it in, imagining her pulling her little stunts. "How come ya wanted white hair?"

She pressed herself more firmly against me, "Wanted to look like her."

"Why?"

She shrugged, "Wanted my own family."

I moved her so we were both laying on our sides, both facing each other on the couch, both pressed to each other. "I'm yer family." I growled against her hair.

"No, your my mate. We are not husband and wife, your not my father, I have no family Victor." She stated.

I couldn't stop the steady growl, "We're closer."

She snorted, her green eyes sharply meeting mine. "Doubt it."

I reached up with one hand, taking her chin in my hand, forcing her to tilt her head to me. I moved slowly as to let her know my intentions, but steadily to press my lips against hers. It started gently, but with her soft heat I pressed harder against her. I felt her tongue touch my lip and my mouth opened in surprise. She then darted it gently in against my own tongue. Our lips started moving against each other's then, my tongue darting to dance softly with her own in her moist heat. I held her firmly, but her body shivered and twisted against mine. Then like the forth of July, firework after firework hit me. Her small hands gripped my chest, her leg wrapping around me to press herself closer, and the smell of her arousal filling my senses.

I groaned, moving my hands around her. I pulled her up for easier access to that sweet mouth, my hands roamed the back of her body enjoying the soft heat. She purred and gasp against me, and my cock felt like it had came alive.

She moved her mouth away from mine, trailing her lips along my bearded jaw, to my neck. I moved my head down in instinct, keeping her sharp teeth from it for the moment. She stopped and moved her head across my shoulder where I couldn't see her. I could feel as well as hear her deep breathing in my ear. She was clenching me tightly against her, but made no move to go any further.

"You should go fix dinner." she growled against my ear. I nodded, but refused to move. Wasn't like she was letting up, and I sure as hell wasn't going to force her too.

"Wanna help?" I purred against her ear, running my tongue across it's lovely little pointed shell. She trembled against me, but shook her head. "You'll have to let me up then." She nodded, but didn't move.

At this point, the beast inside me was roaring to take her, to bury myself in her, to make her scream my name. The man in me, he was enjoying her sweet surrender, her innocent touch, her shuddering against me. The man in me wanted this, wanted her coming to me, wanted her to give herself to me. The beast thought this was owed to him, that he deserved this since she was his mate, the man wasn't agreeing.

She pulled away, and her eyes met mine. "Okay."

It wasn't a question, but it wasn't an answer to before either. It was just that. "Okay." I replied, and with that it seemed like something had passed between us. It was like we'd passed some test or shared some unspoken truce. With that one word though, it changed the both of us. I moved to get up, leaving her laid out.

She watched, but didn't move. Her lips swollen, her pupils dialated, her body all laid out. I bent pressing my lips against hers, but made my way to the kitchen. I needed a good fuck, whether it be her or not. Damn, the was too fucking much.