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By the time they made it back to the house, Dezra was thoroughly exhausted, but pleased. Victor had eventually managed to make her scream his name and he was very smug with himself afterwards. Regardless of his attitude, she was inclined to keep him around if only for him to remain in her bed. They took a long awaited shower in her bathroom shower, which was conveniently large enough to fit them both comfortably. Dezra could only credit the shower's size to her minor problems with claustrophobia. Of course, taking a shower together, they were bound to get distracted again. When his hand strayed to caress her rear, she slapped playfully at his hand and sent him a chastising look.
"Are you never satiated?" He chuckled at her question and grabbed her round flesh firmly to pull her close. She gasped in surprised pleasure and gripped him with her claws instinctively so she wouldn't lose her balance. He hissed at the feeling of her claws sinking into the skin on his chest, but delighted in the expression on her face when he licked the blood off of one of her claws and pierced his tongue with that very same claw.
"We're not going to get out of this shower any time soon are we?" She queried, a teasing smile on her face. Victor leaned in and pressed a smoldering kiss to her lips. Her tattoos flared up in her excitement and he grinned against her lips.
"Not if I have anything to do with it." He murmured as he pressed her up against the shower wall. He lifted her easily and pressed deep inside her and she gasped out her next words.
"I think you have everything to do with it.
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When they finally made it out of the shower, Dezra went downstairs and made them several roast beef sandwichs. She could only manage to consume one, but she imagined Victor's hunger was more impressive if it followed his appetites in other areas. She shivered in remembrance and nearly collapsed to her knees from the sensory memory. It was strange how quickly he had learned the quirks of her body; it was as if he had been her lover for a longer time than he had. She imagined that it had something to do with his very sensual nature. He was so much more in tune with his surroundings than any other person she had ever met, with the exception of her son Eric, who was more inclined to know the world around him simply because of his mutation.
Being reminded of her child, Dezra logged onto her computer to check the flight arrival time for her children. In a few short hours, they would be arriving back in the city for the first time in over three months. Their time spent at the Xavier Institute was healthy for them; they needed someone to teach them how to control their mutations in a normal school setting. But she missed them so dearly when they were gone. Content that they would be home soon, Dezra grabbed her gardening gloves and headed out into her little garden in the back yard. Tending her garden was very therapeutic for her; when life was hectic, her flowers were in bloom.
"And when my flowers are not in bloom, I kick ass." Dezra laughed lightly to her self and picked up her pruning sheers, ready to trim some rebellious hedges.
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Dezra lost track of time while she was gardening and when she glanced at her watch, she realized she would have to leave now to get to the airport on time to pick up her children. Standing up, she pulled her gloves off and headed into her house where she saw Victor asleep on her couch. A smile crept onto her face as she realized that he looked very much like the great cat of his name sake. Dezra took the time to wake him up before she headed back upstairs to shower quickly and change.
"My children are arriving at the airport soon. I have to leave to pick them up. You are welcome to come with or stay here. It's up to you." She met his possessive gaze with ease, undaunted by the predatory look in his blue eyes. He took a deep breath and scented the dirt and warmth from outside on her skin. He grabbed her hips and pulled her towards his body. She danced out of his grip and laughed at him with a smile on her face.
"I do not have the time to play right now Victor. I have to shower and change." She darted upstairs before he could protest to her words physically. She showered swiftly and pulled on a pair of jeans and a white peasant top. She brushed her hair and left it to dry naturally before heading back downstairs. Victor was standing by the couch, arms up high, stretching out all the kinks in his back. He turned to look at her with the satisfied air of a predator who has already caught his prey and enjoyed it thoroughly. Dezra flushed with embarrassment at being caught watching him, but recovered quickly. She grabbed her purse and her keys and Victor followed her out to the car.
"I do hope you'll behave yourself around my children." Dezra whispered, her gold eyes focused on the road ahead of them. He laughed at her before answering.
"I'll only do what I always do around kids." She turned to him very seriously and met his stoic gaze with flickering flames behind her eyes.
"If you so much as harm a single hair on my children, I will flay you to the quick and feed you to the wildlife." He met her gaze with a fierce one of his own and they experienced a battle of wills. Her mother instinct was very powerful and if he thought for one instant that he could get away with hurting her children, she would not hesitate to kill him. His posture relaxed and he leaned over and patted her hand.
"No worries frail. I have no interest in hurting your children," He made a disgusted face as he muttered the word, "I only have interest in you." She watched him for a moment longer before starting the car. As long as his interest remained in her alone, she would not fear for her children.
"Just checking." She said, a playful smile on her face. Despite her light demeanor, he knew she had been completely serious a moment ago. He was not keen on losing her because he couldn't put up with a few pain in the ass kids for a few days. The remainder of the drive was silent.
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Victor tapped his foot impatiently on the blue and white tile floor of the airport as he and Dezra waited for her children's plane to unload. He sat down on a nearby bench when he got tired of standing. He feigned calmness, but inside he was a roiling pit of anxiety. He had never been particularly fond of crowded places, but airports in big cities were hard for him to truly relax in. Mothers were ignoring their screaming babies, girlfriends and boyfriends swapped spit before one or the other got onto a plane. It was a disgusting place to be and if it weren't for his woman being her, Victor would never have come. Sensing his impatience, Dezra smiled at him.
"Their plane should be unloading the passengers any moment now. Have some patience." He curled his top lip back and snarled at her, but stopped when he saw the amused look on her face. He lounged on the bench and crossed his arms, watching silently as the plane they were waiting on started to unload it's passengers. He stayed sitting as the red head stood up and looked for her children. A young man followed by two females and a small boy approached from the passenger unloading ramp. Dezra immediately rushed to their side and pulled them into her arms one at a time.
"Taris! I've missed you so much. Was the flight alright?" She gushed as she hugged him. The tall blond laughed pleasantly and grinned back.
"It was alright, but you know how small those seats are. I always end up in the window seat too." As Victor was a large man himself, he could see how the boy would have issues. In fact, the boy wasn't much smaller than himself. Fitting into helicopters were hard enough when he was working for the government, but fitting into planes had always been much more of an annoyance.
"Tori! I swear you get more beautiful every time I see you!" She exclaimed as she hugged the thin blonde girl. The curly haired girl smiled warmly, but didn't say much more than a greeting. Victor got the impression that she wasn't talkative by nature. She just watched her family with a warm blue gaze and occasionally sent a cautious glance in his direction. Deciding to be playful, he gave her a predatory grin that left his fangs easily visible. Her eyes didn't even widen, but the younger boy's eyes did. Strangely, he said nothing.
"Oh Jade." She said softly as she hugged the red headed girl. She wasn't very tall, but her red hair curled down her back lazily and her gold eyes peered at her mother with a familiar expression that gave her a rebellious look. Victor realized that she was the only one of the group who wasn't eager to hug Dezra. She seemed to be the rebellious sort and wouldn't be inclined to listen to her mother's orders. He could only imagine the fun times they would all experience in the same house.
"And my sweet boy, how are you Tyler?" The boy appeared to be about seven years old, but looked nothing like his siblings. He had grey eyes and black hair, and an unusual scent to him that bothered Victor. The longer he sat there with the boy around, the more unsettled he became. He was confused as to why he felt this way, so he refrained from acting. He would have to ask Dezra later who the father was, because the boy was obviously of a different genetic pool.
Dezra and her children shared some light conversation, mostly "I missed you"'s and "how are you"'s. He followed at a small distance while they walked to the baggage claim area so that his mate could have some time with her children without his interference. Every once in a while, the blonde would glance behind the group to observe him, but never said anything. It was after the fifth time that she looked at him that the boy said something.
"Look, if you think he's cute ask him on a date. But seriously Tori, stop craning your neck around." The girl sent him a scathing look very similar to her mothers, but she did stop and face him this time.
"May I ask why you're following us?" She asked. Her voice was very mellow and spun through his mind like a slick silver cord. He met her blue eyes with his own and waited for her to break, just like all others before her. Surprisingly, she stood her ground and didn't break the eye contact.
"Are we having a staring contest here kids?" Dezra teased, breaking the tension of the moment. Victor slowly approached the group to avoid panicking anyone and took his place beside his mate. Dezra leaned into him when he wrapped an arm around her waist. "Children, I'd like you to meet Mr. Victor Creed. He will be staying with us for a while." The children said hello politely as a group.
Victor didn't bother responding to their greeting. He merely leaned down and pressed his face into Dezra's still wet hair to remind himself why he was making the effort to be nice. The urge to cause damage increased the longer he stayed in the airport. So he breathed in her cinnamon scent and let himself relax in her presence. He had never known anyone who he could so easily relax around.
"I guess it's time to head back home. Victor, can you help with the luggage?" He frowned at her question, but scooped up one of the heavier duffle bags that the blonde had been struggling to shoulder. He slung it onto his back with ease and met her gaze again. This time she smiled at him, just the barest of expressions, but it was enough. He knew who had won this round, but it was okay, he was more than willing to make up for lost points in the next round.
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Victor had walked this Earth for more years than he could remember, met more people than could be named and done more acts, mostly sinful, than any other person could try to mimic in the same time frame, but he had never seen a more vicious battle over a remote control in his life. The red headed girl and the blond boy were duking it out on the living room carpet, trying to determine who should have control over the television. She was pulling his hair, he was gnawing on her arm, there was blood, hair balls and pieces of broken furniture everywhere. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to applaud or break them up, so he merely scooped up the remote and smashed the tv screen with it. Needless to say, the fight stopped and all sounds ceased.
"There, now nobody watches tv." He then tossed the remote at the frowning kids and headed towards the kitchen where Dezra was preparing dinner. The blonde girl, Tori, followed him into the kitchen and sat on the counter top next to the sink. Her blue eyes tracked his every moment, making Victor feel vaguely like a zoo exhibit. She started swinging her legs lightly and they tapped against the cabinets each time.
"Did you seriously just break the tv?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. He rolled his eyes and leaned into Dezra, pinning her to the counter where she was slicing vegetables with a butcher's knife.
"You were there, you tell me." He pressed his nose into his mate's hair and breathed her in. The house with all it's maddening inhabitants was driving him crazy and he swore that if he did not get laid in the next 24 hours, he was going to murder something. The blonde girl grabbed his arm abruptly and yanked him backwards, away from Dezra. His reflex reaction was to grab the arm and snap it, but he refrained from doing so just barely. Instead, he wrapped his hand around her very small arm and twisted it behind her back. Her eyes went wide with shock and she cried out in sudden pain. Five claws gripping his crotch was all that kept him from continuing with the movement and causing further damage.
"Release my daughter." Dezra commanded from behind him. He slowly eased off on the pressure on Tori's arm and backed away from her. The furious red head behind him followed through with the movement and released him as well. "Both of you, apologize." It was an order, but Victor was disinclined to follow the commands of anyone but himself.
"Fuck you." He said, exiting the kitchen. Behind him, Dezra snarled her anger and followed him. She handed the blade off to her daughter and stalked him all the way to her bedroom, where he was busy stripping off his clothes.
"Exactly what do you think you are doing?" She growled as she slammed the door shut behind her. Victor pulled of his shirt and started unbutton his pants. Dezra came up to him and grabbed his hands, stalling his movements for a brief moment. "Could you take a moment and just tell me what is going on in your mind?" Her words were softer and her eyes were vulnerable.
He stopped and grabbed her hands to pull them off of his pants. He then wrapped a hand around the back of her head to pull her in for a kiss. He drank passion from her lips and poured fire into her veins. She, in turn, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her body closer to his. When they finally parted, she was gasping and he was trying to convince himself to stop.
"I'm leaving." He whispered against her lips. Dezra pulled back from his grasp and stared at him with uncomprehending eyes. She licked her lips and he thought about leaning in to kiss her again. Her body spoke to his in ways he had never known before. All women before her were good for one thing before he threw them away. She was the first that he had spent time with outside of the bedroom that involved real conversations and the sharing of opinions.
"Why?" She didn't ask for clarification, or try to stop him, she merely asked for his reasons. He dropped his hands from her body and continued changing into his costume. Dezra had spent some time repairing it so it didn't have any gaping holes in it from his fight with the Runt, but it still needed some professional repair. He thought about his answer as he pulled the spandex uniform up and over his delicate bits.
"I wasn't made for a family setting. Being cooped up in this house is going to drive me up the wall. Everywhere I turn I'm surrounded by squabbling children and memories. I'm not..." He trailed off as Dezra grabbed his arm and turned him to face him.
"Memories? What do you mean?" This seemed to be an urgent point for her. She wouldn't release him when he tried to shake her hand off of him and she met his gaze consistantly.
"Just random things. It doesn't matter." She released him and rubbed her face with both hands. She let out a hard breath and turned to face the window.
"Yes it does. It matters very much, because I'm remembering things too. Things that I have never known before I met you."