AW! you like me, you really like me! I feel so wonderful. Thank you, thank you everyone. As for the question posed by Karen-yeah, the whole Logan/Rogue is really movieverse(Blame my friend-She got me into the fan fic writing of X Men in the first place), but then Jubilee/Victor is really comic verse anyway...But yer right, L/R is pretty nice, as long as it takes to admit to that.
THANK YOU.
Jubilee watched him sleep, smiling elatedly. What she felt was like nothing she'd ever felt-stronger then hate and anger, more overpowering then hope and despair combined. She was euphoric.
She thought back to finding him in the apartment, staring at the gun. She couldn't read him the way that someone like Logan could have, but he still read like a half finished picture book- Lonely and tired; broken by the animal inside that he was trying to tame. He'd barely looked up when she'd pushed the unlocked door open, ignoring the deep throated snarls for her to go away. He'd given a weak growl when she'd crouched in front of him, and little resistance when she'd taken his face in her hands. She'd never felt the urge to use his name before she'd been in that room with him, trying to make him look at her.
She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. His natural smell was amazing, almost soothing.
"I love you, Victor Creed." She whispered. She sunk back into his arms, falling asleep quickly.
~*~*~
Victor slowly opened his eyes, looking down at her. The moon's gentle radiance off her skin made her glow. Her heartbeat was steady and calm, that of one in a deep sleep. He gently shifted her, laying her on the seat and climbing into the front. He looked back at her as she murmured in her sleep, curling on the soft leather.
He sunk into the front passenger seat, bracing his boots against the dash and running hand through his long hair.
"You saved my life." He said aloud, barely above a whisper. No one had ever seen the sides of him that Jubilee Inspired. "Beloved little girl-you deserve better."
Victor's thoughts churned inside him. He didn't feel remorse for anything he'd done; not for the people he'd killed, not for the children he'd seen cry over bodies. He'd slaughtered without conviction, and without heart. He'd murdered, just for the bloodlust, and suddenly, a tiny 17 year old girl had broken his rage with a single cry, washing a wave of conflict and lamentation over him. She had made him feel low for the animal that took him over for the first time in his life.
She'd dug him out of a dark hole and saved him from a shallow grave. He'd felt whatever hard and cold thing that had encased his heart break away and release him. Knowing she was there; by sight, by scent, by touch, by taste, made him feel more then killing ever had.
"You saved me, Precious angel. In more ways then you could realize-you saved me."
He lay his head against the seat, looking up into the sky, his hair whipping around him in the warm breeze.
THANK YOU.
Jubilee watched him sleep, smiling elatedly. What she felt was like nothing she'd ever felt-stronger then hate and anger, more overpowering then hope and despair combined. She was euphoric.
She thought back to finding him in the apartment, staring at the gun. She couldn't read him the way that someone like Logan could have, but he still read like a half finished picture book- Lonely and tired; broken by the animal inside that he was trying to tame. He'd barely looked up when she'd pushed the unlocked door open, ignoring the deep throated snarls for her to go away. He'd given a weak growl when she'd crouched in front of him, and little resistance when she'd taken his face in her hands. She'd never felt the urge to use his name before she'd been in that room with him, trying to make him look at her.
She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. His natural smell was amazing, almost soothing.
"I love you, Victor Creed." She whispered. She sunk back into his arms, falling asleep quickly.
~*~*~
Victor slowly opened his eyes, looking down at her. The moon's gentle radiance off her skin made her glow. Her heartbeat was steady and calm, that of one in a deep sleep. He gently shifted her, laying her on the seat and climbing into the front. He looked back at her as she murmured in her sleep, curling on the soft leather.
He sunk into the front passenger seat, bracing his boots against the dash and running hand through his long hair.
"You saved my life." He said aloud, barely above a whisper. No one had ever seen the sides of him that Jubilee Inspired. "Beloved little girl-you deserve better."
Victor's thoughts churned inside him. He didn't feel remorse for anything he'd done; not for the people he'd killed, not for the children he'd seen cry over bodies. He'd slaughtered without conviction, and without heart. He'd murdered, just for the bloodlust, and suddenly, a tiny 17 year old girl had broken his rage with a single cry, washing a wave of conflict and lamentation over him. She had made him feel low for the animal that took him over for the first time in his life.
She'd dug him out of a dark hole and saved him from a shallow grave. He'd felt whatever hard and cold thing that had encased his heart break away and release him. Knowing she was there; by sight, by scent, by touch, by taste, made him feel more then killing ever had.
"You saved me, Precious angel. In more ways then you could realize-you saved me."
He lay his head against the seat, looking up into the sky, his hair whipping around him in the warm breeze.