Chapter 18.
I know all about
Yeah, about your reputation
And now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation
But I can't help it if I'm helpless everytime that I'm where you are
You walk in and my strength walks out the door
Say my name and I can't fight it anymore
Oh I know, I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much
Loving you
Yeah, isn't really something I should do
Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you, yeah
I should try to be strong
But baby you're the right kinda wrong
Yeah baby you're the right kinda wrong
It might be a mistake
A mistake I'm making
But what you're giving I am happy to be taking
'Cause no one's ever made me feel the way I feel when I'm in your arms
They say you're something I should do without
They don't know what goes on when the lights go out
There's no way to explain
All the pleasure is worth all the pain
Loving you
Yeah, isn't really something I should do (yeah...)
Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you
I should try to be strong
But baby you're the right kinda wrong
Yeah baby you're the right kinda wrong
I should try to run
But I just can't seem to
'Cause everytime I run you're the one I've run to
I can't do without
What you do to me
I don't care if I'm in too deep (yeah...)
I know all about
Yeah, about your reputation
And now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation
But I can't help it if I'm helpless everytime that I'm where you are
You walk in and my strength walks out the door
Say my name and I can't fight it anymore
Oh I know, I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much
Loving you
Yeah, isn't really something I should do
Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you, yeah
I should try to be strong ( I should try to be strong)
But baby you're the right kinda wrong (right kinda wrong)
Baby you're the right kinda wrong (baby you're the right kinda wrong)
But baby you're the right kinda wrong
Logan woke to the sound of Victor attempting to sneak in after a job. She smiled to herself, thinking how cute it was that he tried not to wake her up even though he knew her heightened senses made that impossible.
She turned on the bedside lamp, making Victor stop in mid-creep. "Hey there, sexy."
Victor chuckled. "Hey there, yourself."
Logan held her arms up to him. "Come here. I missed you."
Victor got in the bed beside her, crushing her to his chest. "Missed you, too."
Logan sniffed. "You smell like another woman."
"Sorry, darlin'. The guy I whacked had a girlfriend runnin' around."
"Nothin' happened with her, right?"
Victor kissed her forehead, amused by her jealousy. "'Course not. Yer more than enough woman fer me, runt."
Logan curled up against him, already drifting back to sleep. "Goodnight, Victor."
"Night, runt."
Logan awoke to feel Victor's talons running gently up and down her stomach while he nibbled on her neck. She moaned and rolled over to face him.
"Sorry," he grinned. "Did I wake ya up?" Logan slid an arm around his neck.
"Maybe." He continued his trail up her neck, reaching her ear.
"Good," he purred, his hands reaching for her waistband. Logan stopped him.
"Now is not a good time for that, Creed." He growled in frustration.
"Why the hell not?"
"Just trust me," said Logan, placing his hands further north.
"I've been away from you for three days," said Victor, resuming his removal of her clothes. "I'm not waitin' any more." Logan grabbed his wrists and held them between their bodies.
"Let me put it this way, handsome—if we do that right now, there will be little Sabretooths running around here." Victor's green eyes went wide as quarters.
"Oh," was all he said. Logan released him.
"It's not that I don't want to," she purred, her own hands beginning to explore. Victor groaned.
"Don't do this t'me, Logan," he pleaded. Logan looked up at him with hooded eyes.
"But I thought you liked it when I did this to you," she teased him. Victor smirked at her.
"Then you better not start somethin' you can't finish, frail."
Logan wandered around Victor's study, looking at the exotic and sometimes downright weird artifacts that were placed there. He looked up from his computer. "See anything ya like?"
"Where did you get this stuff?" said Logan. "Unless you spend all your spare time on eBay."
"Jobs, mostly. I see something interestin', I take it." Logan raised an eyebrow.
"You rob your hits?"
"They're fuckin' dead," Victor explained patiently. "Not like they need it any more." Logan shrugged.
"I guess you're right." She sat in one of his desk chairs and pulled her legs under her. "Victor?"
"Hmph?"
"What's in that room over there?" He barely looked up.
"What room?" Logan rolled her eyes.
"That one there, the one with the big lock on the door. I've been here for two months and it's the only room I haven't been in."
"Oh, that room."
"Yeah." Logan waited patiently. "So? What's in there?" She grinned. "The bodies of all your former wives?" Victor heaved a sigh.
"You wanna see? Fine." He got up and went over to the small door, unlocking it with a code. Logan followed him inside. They were in pitch darkness for a moment, and then Victor hit a switch and illuminated the walls. Logan's jaw dropped as she saw what was hanging there.
"Creed, you got severed heads on your walls." He ran a hand through his hair, looking almost ashamed.
"Yeah. They're my hits—well, the ones I'm ah, proud of." Logan turned slowly, examining the dead faces that stared back.
"How did you do this?"
"Larry dabbles in taxidermy." Logan went closer to one trophy.
"I know this guy. Well, knew him." She turned back to Victor. "Pretty impressive, Creed." She smiled.
"Yer not disgusted by my animal ways?" Logan laughed.
"Nope. It's kind of…I dunno, sexy." Victor grinned widely.
"I love you." Logan's expression went soft.
"Really?"
"No, I'm just sayin' that to get in yer pants," said Victor sardonically. "Yes, Logan, I love ya. Just accept it and don't do that woman thing." Logan came over and wrapped her arms around him.
"I can handle that, I think." Victor looked down at her.
"So the trophy room doesn't freak ya out?" Logan shook her head.
"Nah. Besides, I've killed ten times as many people as are in here. I don't really have any room to talk." Victor led her out and shut the door.
"You're my kinda woman, Logan."
"Damn skippy, Victor."
"Babe, I don't know why we have ta get into this again." Logan crossed her arms in an expression Victor was becoming very familiar with. It was the 'you better do what I say or else' expression.
"I never see you, Victor. I understand that you have your work, but it's not always camping out in the middle of the South American jungle. You kill people in nice places all the time. I've seen your airline tickets." Victor grumbled.
"Look, Logan, if you want me to be perfectly honest—I'd rather not have you around on hits." Logan rolled her eyes.
"Oh yeah, because I'm so frail and delicate and might get in the way. I used to be an assassin for the CIA, Victor."
"I know that, darlin', but…" He sighed. "I just…don't want ya to see that side of me, okay?"
"Oh please, Creed. I've seen nothing but that side of you for the last thirty years." He came over and put his hands on her shoulders.
"But you're my woman now. I don't wanna mix up that part of my life with you." Logan didn't back down.
"Victor, I don't care that you're a hitman. I wanna get out of this house and go somewhere with you." She looked up at him with big eyes. "I miss you." Victor growled.
"Dammit, I can't think when ya look at me like that." Logan grinned victoriously.
"I know."
"Yer an evil woman." Logan stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek.
"Yeah, but I'm your woman."
Logan liked Monte Carlo. She lay down on the large, opulent bed and sighed happily, pulling the silk robe tighter around her. Life with Victor wasn't what she was used to, but she was getting to like it. There was something to be said for the finer things in life.
Victor had gone on his hit, and she was waiting up for him. She couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Usually, he stopped by one of his safehouses before coming home, but he'd made it clear to her earlier that this time, he'd have to just come straight back to the hotel. What would he be like fresh off a job?
Victor came in, barely illuminated by the light streaming in from the window. "How'd it go?" Logan asked.
"I'm sorta a mess right now, darlin'. This one was a bleeder. I'll talk to ya when I get out of the bath."
Logan sniffed, her pupils dilating. "Victor, come here."
"Darlin', I'm a mess, really. All gross and bloody."
"You smell good," Logan said, walking over to him. She wasn't sure what it was about him then. Maybe the thrill of the hunt had made him produce more pheromones than usual. She didn't know, and she didn't care. She ran her hands down his chest, licking his neck. "Aren't you hot, Victor?"
"You like me bloody, frail?"
Logan grinned. "I want you so bad right now."
Victor lifted her up, throwing her on the bed.
Victor did finally get a bath, only he took Logan with him. She leaned back in the large tub, sighing happily. "That was the best ever."
"Tell me about it," Victor said with a dopey grin. "Too bad we have to leave tomorrow. I've been enjoyin' this little trip."
"Why do we have to go tomorrow?"
"'Cause I got a hit back in the states on the 23rd of this month."
Logan paused for a second. "What day is it, Victor?"
"Twenty-first." Victor frowned at Logan's expression. "Somethin' wrong, darlin'?"
"Um, no. I'm fine. Just…tired. You wore me out, you big stud you."
Victor smirked. "C'mere, frail."
Logan looked over at him, wondering if she should chance it. But if the nagging voice in the back of her head was right, the damage would've already been done anyway.
She moved into Victor's arms.