Starting Over 4

ROGUE

She should be scary. She has a very large and dangerous male on top of her. But as she smelled him, she couldn't fear him. Everything in her was screaming pack and family! (And let´s not think about that other word). Her instincts are telling that he was going to help her, he was safe (Family! Pack! M…) and shutting up that savage on her. The voices in her head, all trying to get her attention since she wakes up, the voices her instincts are helping her stay away, were suddenly quieted. Blessed silence in her mind. She could feel, the big cat in her mind, taking dominance, putting the voices in their cages. It was protecting her. She looks in the cat´s eyes and knew that he would guard her mind. And when she looks at the eyes of the man on top of her, she could see the same. He and the cat have the same eyes. She stops struggling under him, looking deep into his eyes. He looks surprise by what he saw and let it go of her hands. Was he seeing too¿ Does he know¿ She starts to feel calm and relaxed with him.

She was still having difficult with words, but she tried asking him softly:

¨Are you him¿ The cat in my head¿¨

He couldn´t stop staring her eyes and was quiet, seeming more guarded, he stared at her again and growled:

¨Yes¨, his eyes hard but truthful, his smell sweet and honest. She smiles to him. Her mind was a scary and confused mess but her instincts are drawing her to this man. She feels warm and safe for the first time since leaving that lake and snuggle herself close to him, sniffing his comfortable scent. That made him confused for a second, but he reacted fast, involving her with his big arms, holding her close to his chest, and her contentment grown a lot. She snuggles close to him, surround herself in his delicious smell and could feel like purring. She heard his growly laugh and notice that she was in pact purring, her mind freaking out just a little, How the hell was I purring¿ But she was too warm and comfortable to care, letting her instincts take control, and they were screaming for this man, recognizing him as pack. And she needs him, he was the only thing keeping her grounded right now. If he let her go, she would probably fall apart.

His arms are offering security against a scary world. A world that she was not that sure if she wants to remember. She didn't think she would find a lot of joy in her memories. But right now, it was the happiest and safest she ever felt. And she didn't need her memories to know that.

She tried to get even closer to him, moving in his arms, craving his heat. She notices him tensed, getting really still. He got really close to her ear, his voice grave and restrained

¨I´m trying really hard to keep my control here, little girl, if you continue doing that not sure if I can…¨, he sniffs her, her scent even more sweet for the things his voice did to her. ¨You are killing me here, kitten¨.

She kept looking at him, he was so close, smelling so good, she was not sure what she was craving, but she didn't want him away. He kept her in his arms, forcing himself to stay calm, he looks into her eyes again, seeing confusing in there.

¨Look girl, my control is not gonna last if we stay here like this, you are wet, and confused and what the hell happened to you, I thought you were d…¨ he couldn´t continue, think about her being dead still hurts.

She looked at him getting overwhelmed again, trying to make sense, but the words did come to her, she was too tired, only instinct keeping her to fall.

¨Is ok, girl, you don't need to tell me anything now. I can see you are confused, and running on instincts only. You need to rest and recover; I can take you home. ¨

At this word she lifts her head, looking straight into his eyes. She couldn´t remember having a home, not for a long time. The voices try to show some school, some place that should be her home, but she couldn't feel a lot of happiness related to that place. Seeing it just made her sad. She looked at him again, wishing that he could be the one to give her a true home. She tried to convey all her meaning and wanting in one word:

¨Home¿¨

¨Well, I have a house a few hours – he looks sheepish at first, but he caught the meaning of her question, - ¨Yes, little girl, home. Home and family! ¨

Her happiness spiked again. Home and family! Everything she wished. She smiles at him, a real smile, full of the happiness that she was feeling. Rogue nod, snuggling in his arms again, he gets up and carried her and she purred in his chest. His growly voice told her to sleep and she was tired enough to obey immediately.

VICTOR

He was in heaven, but since he was a sadistic psychopath that doesn't deserve that, he was also in hell. The split of a girl in his arms, testing ever once of his self-control, smelling like paradise and holding close to him, yeah that was definitely heaven. But is also being hell to keep his animal caged. The cat keeps screaming for him to claim her NOW, to don't let her escape again. But of course, he, being a masoquist idiot, resolve to grown a conscience five minutes ago. I hate myself so much right now.

The thing is that the girl accepts him as family. She is pack now, and he didn't want to lie to her. He didn´t know if her apparent memories lost is a permanent thing, and he didn't want to risk she remembering something and hating him. He has to be cautious, take things slow, and tell her the truth with great care. Shouldn´t be that bad, after all he never really hurt her, just scary her and the kidnaping was only a job, and that forced kiss probably save her life. Nice Victor, tell her exctly like that, she is gonna fall in your feet really fast! Yeah, I´m gonna have to tell her things carefully, but not gonna lie to her, she is pack and you don't lie to pack.

Her smell in his arms was driving him crazy, so sweet, full of contentment and security. The fact that he was the one making her smell like that just turn him even more hard. The desire to transform those sweet little noises of her in moans and screams was driving him crazy, he need to take the edge somehow.

He carried her to his car, put her in the seat and put his coat around her. Her frowned nose at the lost of his arms was replaced by those sweet noises after his smell was around her again.

¨Gonna just check something before we leave, rest little girl. ¨

She adjusted herself in a more comfortable position, surround with his coat, her little nose sniffing his scent, content to rest. He dug his claws in his palms hard enough to bleed. He has to get away.

And how the might fallen, the great Sabretooth reduce to touching himself in the middle of a forest, like a teenager boy. But he knows that if he doesn't do something to take the edge, he will never be able to make the long five hours drive to his house, with her smell all around him, that will be torture. He come twice with almost no pause and very little relief. But he didn't dare to stay away too long. The girl is HIS now. He find her first this time. And it will be hell on earth for anyone who tried to take her away from him. Including his runt of brother.

He got back to the car and she was resting but not sleeping yet, waiting for him, and that not made him satisfied, Well I'm a selfish bastard! He touches his hair and she snuggle close to him again, her head in his thighs, making her happy noises and he was hard as rock again, all his urges back. He made an enormous effort to control himself.

¨Sleep now Kitten, we will be home in a few hours, we talk there¨

She nods and go back to sleep, her hair caressing his legs and that was a whole new form of torture, He started the long driving trying really hard not to break all the limits un the way.