AN: lookie lookie what I got for you! :-D With kind regards from Dutchy-land
She walked to the end of the garden and looked up at the big tree with the wooden tree house in it. It wasn't just any tree house. No… of course Victor had to build a fucking castle in a tree. It was big. Really big. She prayed it was stable even though Liekos had a small healing factor already.
As she climbed the stairs up to the house, she smelled Victor behind her, climbing up also. It was a good thing she was wearing such a tight skirt, there was no way he would be able to look up and see anything private.
She entered the first floor and found there was no one home. Up the stairs to the second floor she found Liekos, his head resting on his hands and an upset look on his face.
"May we come in?" she carefully asked.
His bright blue eyes shot up "You're together?".
"Yes… We're together" Ylva said, shrugging off the euphemism Victor most likely interpreted.
When she entered the second floor Victor couldn't resist but slowly let his hand glide along her behind. She shivered and instead of feeling angry, she felt… excitement. As if they were doing something sneaky and no one was to find out about it.
Ylva sat next to her son an stroke his head "Tell me why you're so upset sweetie".
"Isn't it obvious mom? Because I saw you two fighting and I don't like it".
She sighed carefully, already knowing that was the case. "Honey, sometimes parents have arguments. I really did not want you to see it, but there is no reason to get upset about it. We already solved it. We aren't angry with each other anymore".
Victor just sat still and eyed his two little wolfs. She was really good with this sorta stuff so he decided to just watch and learn.
"I still don't like it mom" Liekos answered stubbornly.
"But how come it upsets you this much? What are you afraid of?".
Liekos didn't answer, Ylva smelled she was close to the truth now.
"Are you still afraid I will send your dad away?".
Spot on. Liekos nodded slowly as he stared at the wooden planks on the floor.
Ylva moved over to sit in front of him and took his small head in both her hands. "Honey" she said as she made her son look at her "There is nothing that will make me send him away. I promised you that and I have never broken a promise. Your father is welcome here. For as long as he wants. And most likely, there will be a few more arguments but they are nothing to worry about okay? Everything is very new for us also. So at times, we will discover that we have different ideas about things and it might make us argue. But it doesn't mean he will leave you. And it doesn't mean I will send him away. Because that won't happen. Trust me okay?".
He still looked doubtful about her promise. She squeezed his hands and kissed his forehead "I swear baby".
A slow smile appeared on his face "Okay, I believe you mom" he said as he wrapped both his arms around Ylva's neck.
"What do you think of our tree house mom?!".
She looked around appreciatively "It's beautiful honey, and so big! You two did a really good job. You should show it to your friends. Invite Michael and Suzy and-".
Liekos quickly shook his head. "Just Michael. Girls aren't allowed in my tree house mom".
Ylva giggled softly "But I am a girl too, can I come in some time?".
Liekos pulled a funny face "You're not a girl! You're a mom! That's different".
Her eyes quickly found Victor's, he was grinning and non-verbally making fun of her. She wanted to punch him.
She quickly changed to subject "Your dad is going to take you to school most mornings instead of driving the bus. Would you like that?".
"Yes!" Liekos cried out "On your motorcycle dad?".
Ylva quickly narrowed her eyes sternly at Victor, letting him know that was not okay.
"By car" Victor said "It's faster and we can listen to music".
"Oh, okay, fine by me" Liekos said with a bright smile. He simply loved the thought of his dad taking him to school.
"Hey buddy" Victor spoke up "How would you like to go away for the weekend? Just me, you and your mom?".
"Like on a camping trip?" he asked his dad.
"Yeah. We can go into the mountains, I could teach you a thing or two about our kind".
Ylva was getting pretty good at masking her anger. Just when they had an argument about Victor discussing these kinds of things with her, he just went ahead and did it again. But this time, Liekos would not find out. She would not fight Victor in front of him anymore. But there would be hell to pay as soon as Liekos was asleep though.
"Can we go mom?".
The excitement in his eyes was almost too much for her "Not this weekend sweetie. You have Michael's birthday sleepover party remember?".
"Awww yeah, I forgot. Next weekend then?".
"Next weekend I have master classes to teach and a performance".
She really did not want this camping trip to happen. Liekos frowned agitatedly. The trip couldn't come soon enough for him. Victor thought about only taking his son, without his little wolf. But that would defeat half the purposes.
"We'll go the weekend after that" Victor simply stated. As if it wasn't even a question.
She inhaled sharply and faked a smile on her face "Yes Victor" she replied sternly "That weekend would be good".
She knew Victor could smell her disapproval. And she would love to wipe that smirk off his face.
Liekos suddenly got up "I'm gonna tell Bridget and find out what's for dinner".
And he was gone. Leaving the two grown up ferals alone. Ylva's look changed from her fake smile to the kind of look that could kill the biggest of feral men.
"So" Victor mused "I guess this is one of those things I should consult you about?".
She smiled cynically "How did you guess Victor?".
"Listen Ylva, we were bound to go on a trip some weekend anyway. We need to teach him a few things about being feral".
"Oh really? Like what?".
"Hunting, running, just basic survival techniques".
"His feral instincts haven't even kicked in yet and you know this Victor Creed!".
He shrugged and laughed it off "Fine, then it will just be a fun trip and we'll do the whole feral training later".
She angrily poked her finger into his chest "You're impossible and you are using my good trust and my son against me".
Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her against him "And how am I doing that hm?".
She swallowed hard and stuttered "You know I don't want him to see us fight. And I'm letting you stay here, but you treat me just like you did ten years ago Victor. There's no harm in being a little nicer, or decent, or polite for that matter".
He smirked and pulled her even closer, his other hand resting on her behind and pushing her against his groin "I will be nicer… as soon as you start being a little nicer to me".
He let go of her wrist and removed a few strands of hair from her neckline, revealing his mark. He quickly pressed his warm lips against it and she gasped in shock. A delicious kind of shock which made her juices flow instantly. He could smell how wet she'd become within 2 seconds.
She failed to suppress several moans and it fueled his lust even more. By God, what he wouldn't give for her to let go and let him have her. To push up her skirts, open her legs and just release himself inside that tight little-
"Dinner's ready" they heard Bridget call from down the tree.
Victor growled and even Ylva sighed in frustration. She just wanted to enjoy the tension a little longer. Just a little bit more.
Like every Wednesday night, it was movie night. Liekos got to choose a movie and Ylva and him would watch it together, cuddled up on the couch together with two giant mugs of hot coco and whipped cream.
She was in the kitchen, preparing the chocolate milk and a variety of fruits. For once, Victor was actually helping her do it in his own clumsy way. It was cute and she was fighting hard not to laugh. He would be insulted and it would make him angry.
"Mom?" Liekos was suddenly standing in the kitchen doorway "What does the word 'Milf' mean?".
Victor's ears instantly pricked up.
"I don't know honey" his mom answered "I've never heard of it. I don't think it's an actual word. Why?".
"Well" he hesitated, feeling silly for not knowing and having to ask "Today in math class, Carl told me that his dad said you were a Milf. But aren't you Russian?".
Ylva snickered a little. Victor on the other hand, did not find it amusing at all.
"Well, my mother was from Russia and my father was from America. So that makes me half American and half Russian. Perhaps 'Milf' means a mix between those two nationalities. I have no idea to be honest. But I will look it up on the internet after the movie okay?".
Liekos smiled "Okay".
"Speaking of: Did you pick a movie yet?" she asked her son.
He brought out his hand from behind his back, holding the small blu-ray box "The Lion King".
Ylva rolled her eyes and laughed "Seriously? The Lion King? Again?".
"But it's beautiful mom, I love it".
She shook her head and pointed one finger in her sons direction "You simply enjoy watching your poor mother cry when 'you know what' happens".
Liekos roared in laughter "You can't even say it mom!" he turned around to Victor "Mom cries when Simba's father dies. It's so funny, you have to see it!".
"Just go to the living room and wait for us" Ylva told him "We'll be out in a minute".
She could sense something was up. Victor had tensed up and stopped cutting the fruits, his hand clasped tightly around the knife, his knuckles white. She gave him a worried look "Victor?".
He didn't respond.
She slowly put her hand on his hand which was holding the knife "Victor? Are you okay?".
Suddenly his eyes found hers. If she didn't know perfectly well that he would not hurt her, she would be very afraid right now. His eyes were practically piercing through hers in anger.
"Do not look up the word 'Milf'" he slowly hissed.
She frowned "Why? What does it mean?".
He growled "It means…" he paused for a second, not even wanting to say it "Mom I'd like to fuck" he slowly answered through gritted teeth.
She looked down in shock as she saw his feral talons grow. "Okay, calm down-"
"DO NOT tell me to calm down!".
She looked at him seriously "Victor. Please calm down?" she eyed him teasingly at the word 'please'.
He growled a little. She was playing him to get him to ease down.
"I think I need to have a word with Carl's father" Victor said.
"Hell no!".
"Isn't that what parents do in these kinds of situations?" he asked sarcastically.
"Victor, please" she pleaded as she slowly placed her hands on his chest "Let me handle this okay? I will talk to Carl's father and not you, okay?".
He growled "Over the phone you will. I do not want you in the same room with that primate".
"Fine" she consented "Over the phone. Now will you please…" she slowly moved her hand up so her fingers could reach into his shirt to touch the upper part of his chest "come with me to the living room?".
In one swift moved he shoved her against the counter, waves of anger and lust coming off him "This is NOT a good time to taunt me woman!".
Shocked by his sudden outburst she stammered a little "I just wanted to distract you".
"Oh I'm distracted baby" he said as he pushed against her, making her squirm against his hard on "And I've got half a mind to rip off your clothes and do whatever pleases me. So unless you wanna be washing the blood off your inner thighs for the next three hours, I suggest you play nice and decent until our son is sound asleep".
"I'm sorry okay?" she stared into his preying eyes "I just didn't know what to do to get your mind off killing someone else's father".
"Oh my mind is still very much on killing that boy's father, don't you worry baby".
"Well you can't do it okay?" she pleaded with him.
He scoffed "And who's gonna stop me? You?".
"You work for SHIELD. It would not be in the best interest of your career" she answered wisely.
For a moment, he thought about her words and just stared into her green eyes. He liked the way she touched him a few seconds ago. But it also angered him because he knew she was playing him. She wasn't touching him because she wanted to seduce him. She was touching him to manipulate his emotions and instincts. He liked how her soft finger tips had tickled his hard chest. How they instantly spiked his testosterone level. So he decided it didn't matter why she touched him. Fact was: she'd done it. So he was getting closer.
"Fine" he finally consented "I'll play nice. Now let's watch this movie that can magically bring grown frails to tears".
Ylva was sitting in the far right corner of the sofa and Liekos was cuddled up to her. Somewhere half way through the movie he had fallen asleep. Her head was on the arm-rest of the sofa and she was almost falling asleep too.
He looked over at the two and suddenly wondered what she looked like when she was carrying Liekos. It continued to anger him how she decided it was okay to keep this a secret from him. No matter how he had treated her ten years ago.
"We should take him to bed" he suddenly murmured.
Ylva slowly and most groggily sat up "Yeah, let's do that".
She carefully stood up from the sofa and turned around to wake her son up slowly.
"I'll pick him up" Victor said "No need to wake him".
"Sure, go ahead".
"Will it wake him?".
"No, he's a solid sleeper".
Victor chuckled as he picked up him son and started carrying him upstairs "He got that from you" he joked at Ylva.
"Pffff, in your dreams Creed. I wake up at the slightest of sounds".
"Yeah, nowadays, cuz of the cub. But back then with me… you used to toss and turn and throw all kinda stuff around and then you'd just continue sleeping".
Her eyes widened "How do you-"
"I watched".
She frowned "Creepy".
He scoffed out another laugh "You kept me awake, what was I supposed to do?".
She didn't answer and watched him put Liekos to bed. She had to admit: he was pretty good at it. Especially for someone with no experience. He was a decent parent. Not too bad at all so far.
She leaned against the door frame of Liekos' bedroom "So what do we do now?" she asked seriously.
He turned around and smirked "Why? You wanna make plans for us?".
"No. Just wondering how you keep yourself busy at night".
He glanced at her lustfully as he moved closer, resting one of his big arms against the frame above her head "You really wanna find out how I usually keep busy at night Ylva? I'm surprised… Didn't expect you to give in that easily".
She sighed but before she could protest, his other hand was trailing a path down her neckline, along her arm and back up again to tickle her sensitive areas. He really knew how to touch a woman in order to drive her absolutely insane. Then again, 200 years of experience would do that for a man.
She sighed "Victor-"
"Stop complaining and just enjoy it. You're not doing anything wrong".
Once more, she closed her eyes and simply enjoyed his talons teasing her soft flesh. It really did feel good.
"So… to answer your question" he suddenly broke her trance "I have a job to do tonight. Bad guys to slaughter, people to abduct. You know, the usual".
And with that, his touch was gone. She almost mewled in longing.
"Awww, poor Ylva, you almost look disappointed" he stated sarcastically "Did you wanna spend some time together baby?".
"No!" she blurted out as she pushed herself away from the door frame "I was just wondering what you were doing, that's all".
She quickly turned on her feet and walked downstairs, leaving Victor behind, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
He came downstairs to put on his coat. Before he left he quickly passed the living room where Ylva was pretending to be busy.
"Don't wait up for me" he teased.
She forced a smile on her face "Have fun, take care" she murmured.
"I'm sorry what was that?" he asked cynically before leaving.
She shrugged "Nothing"
He smirked and gave her a once over "Don't worry… I will".
She tossed and turned but couldn't get to sleep. Why on earth not?! It was ridiculous. Liekos was safe and sound asleep. She had no worries. And the ideas of Victor getting hurt on the job were not important enough to keep her awake at night. Or at least… they shouldn't be…
It just bugged her that he didn't let her know what kind of jobs he did and the danger they would involve. After all, he was the father of her cub. Euhm, child. Jesus! Now his strange manner of speech was rubbing off on her.
Of course if she would mark him… choose him as her mate, she would always know where he was and if he was okay. But no, she would NOT do that. The idea itself was insane, she hardly knew the guy even though it felt like she did.
The front door opened, softly shut and she heard the floorboard of the stairs creek. It was him, she could smell it. Relieved washed over her. But why was he coming upstairs?
Her bedroom door opened up and she quickly turned around to face her intruder. Her covers tightly wrapped around her chest until she realized she was wearing a short nightgown. She started wearing them the moment Victor decided to stay. Because…well, you never know when he decided to come upstairs in the middle of the night. Like he did right now.
"Is everything alright?" she asked with wide open eyes.
He closed the door and chuckled darkly. It was just like her to think that something was wrong instead of seeing what was right in front of her.
"Everything's fine. Go back to sleep" he answered.
She couldn't believe her ears "Victor… What the… But… What are you doing here then?".
He took off his shirt "Sleeping here from now on".
AN: Do any of you watch ''Ray Donovan''? It's Liev Schreiber's new show and I f*cking love it!
Thanks again for the most lovely reviews you guys write :-) And for the story idea, I will definitely use it ;-)