AN: this chapter is actually the reason I started writing the story in the first place. It's inspired by a dream I had years ago.
"Uhm… Mystique?"
"What is it little she-wolf?" the blue woman replied almost seductively as she turned around and stared intensely into her opponents eye.
"I'm looking for mister Creed, I have something to ask of him. Have you seen him around?"
Now it's getting interesting, the shape shifter thought. What on earth could their little captive have to ask off the big bad wolf she wondered.
"The Sabre is out blowing off some steam. Most likely slaughtering some Friends of Humanity scum, he won't be back until two days from now. Can I help you?"
"Well… I was kinda wondering if… maybe…"
"Oh come one, out with it. You can ask me anything love" Mystique mused as she moved in on her opponent.
"I've been here for three days now. I haven't had any decent sleep or a shower and my clothes are shredded. I was kinda wondering if there was a private place where I could shower and I was hoping you'd have something to wear for me since you're the only female around here"
Mystique grinned at the little captive.
"Your clothes are hanging on by a thread indeed…" she let her finger trail a path over Ylva's arm "Had a good fight with the boss before he abducted you? Hope it was as good for you as it was for him. Anyway, as you can see, I don't wear an awful lot of clothing… But I guess I could provide you with some clean undies. Follow me"
She followed Mystique to her room. As they made their way up, she eyed everything up and down. She never thought the Brotherhood's base would be so luxurious. It was more like a huge hotel with big old fashion stairs, antique paintings decorating the walls and a lot of carpets and plants everywhere. They ended up on the second floor where Mystique's room was. Which reminded Ylva of a superior suite.
"Here's a hairbrush, and some clean underwear. They probably fit. Your breasts are a bit bigger than mine and this bra doesn't fit me so hopefully it fits you" she winked as she finished her sentence.
Ylva blushed slightly "Uhm… thanks. They are very… lacey"
"Something wrong with that?" Mystique asked as she cocked her invisible brow.
"No! They are beautiful I mean. Not that it matters… I don't want people to see this underwear… I want to wear a little more than just this underwear"
"Shame, you'll disappoint the men around here, and one in particular. Anyway, I will have someone pick up some clothes from your apartment. After all, we know where it is" Mystique said mischievously as she winked at Ylva.
"So, where can I…"
"Ah yes, the shower and a nice bed to sleep in" the blue mutant interrupted her as she led her out into the hallway "Go up these stairs, take a left and at the end of the hallway there is one big door. It's empty. You can shower there, there's probably some shirts lying around and you can safely fall asleep there also. When you wake in the morning, your clothes will be I front of the door. Stryker is doing tests with Logan so they won't need you till tomorrow. Besides you need to be fully rested to absorb some more of his wounds right?"
"It would help, yes. Thank you. I really appreciate it"
Mystique put her hand up and slowly stroked Ylva's long hair while smiling sweetly.
"Don't thank me yet love" she whispered as she quickly made her way downstairs.
Right then. Up to the third floor to find the big door.
She smelled it instantly when she entered the room: this room was not empty. This was mister Creed's room! What was Mystique playing at? Why would she want to get her in trouble like this?
Oh, to hell with it! He was gone for two more days and she just wanted a shower and one night of decent sleep. Sleeping in the cell was terrible and sleeping on the lab table next to the Wolverine couldn't be considered sleeping at all. Of course he would smell that she'd been in his room but it was on Mystique's head. Not hers.
It felt like heaven to finally be able to take a shower, wash her hair and scrub her body completely. She had been in the shower for at least an hour when she decided she was clean enough and ready for sleep. When she looked in the little cabinet next to the mirror, she found a toothbrush and mouthwash.
Dilemma: keep smelling like this and let her teeth rot, or get in an awful lot of trouble for using his toothbrush… Sure, her regenerative factor would could cope with the 'rotting process' but it would soon start smelling horrendously.
"Do NOT let your teeth rot young lady. Just use the toothbrush already" she scolded herself whilst speaking into the mirror.
"Mmmm it feels exciting to be so rebellious, using a toothbrush that doesn't belong to me and possibly get in trouble for it" she continued her little mirror-dialogue with herself "Although… this way… I do have his tongue in my mouth. Indirectly of course. Okay, stop thinking about his mouth. It's really not all that beautiful. Loads of guys have handsome faces. Besides: you can be handsome and extremely cruel at the same time which he has proven to me on several occasions now. Although he did save my life once which makes me wonder how cruel exactly he is… Okay, time to stop talking to myself in the mirror. Jeez I'm such a tard sometimes"
She towel-dried her hair and indeed found a couple of shirts in the closet. Surely they were his… But she wanted something to sleep in until her clothes would arrive… Something clean and big in case anyone would come in. One of his shirts would make the perfect nightgown. Surely she'd drown in it. Figuratively speaking.
Screw it, she decided. He had like fifty of those black button-up shirts lying around. She quickly put one on and jumped in to bed. She looked around her for a light to leave on while sleeping. Darkness was not something she preferred. Luckily she found a candle to lit next to the bed. When she opened up the cabinet to find a lighter, she found something else instead: her blade.
Her Musarama blade… the one she had lost after plunging it into Victor Creed's shoulder.
She stared at it. No. She would not. Not tonight anyway. But she would take it back as soon as she was permitted to leave. Ylva closed the cabinet again and lit the candle. It provided her with enough light to make her comfortable.
The bed was pure heaven . The sheets were so soft, the matrass was too comfortable for words and within seconds she was asleep. Everything smelled of him…
He slowly strolled towards the bed as he took of his clothes, throwing them carelessly on the floor. Now this was definitely a nice surprise to come home to… Beautiful little wolf in his bed.
He climbed into the bed and brought his face close to hers, inhaling her addictive scent and listening to her steady breathing.
He licked his lips eagerly "Should've told me you were this eager to get between my sheets little wolf" he whispered into her ear.
Ylva woke up in shock and tried to sit up, only to be pinned down by his warm and muscular body.
"Mister Creed! I… I… d-d-didn't know you'd be back! Ooooh shit… I'm so, so sorry!"
He grinned wickedly and pinned her wrists above her head. He tried hard to focus, extremely distracted by the feel of her bare legs against his.
"Don't be sorry little wolf… you know you're welcome in here"
His husky voice sent shivers all the way down her spine and she experienced some new and pleasant physical sensations. The kind she should be ignoring to stay safe.
"No… you - you - you don't understand… Mystique told me that… that you uhm… wouldn't be home for two more days"
"And so you decided this was your bed now?" he asked while using one hand to tickle down her body "That's awfully rude little wolf… I should punish you for that"
"Please" she begged from underneath him "I really needed some sleep… I mean, the lab is horrible because there is no bed and the lights never go out. And… the cell…"
She nervously looked away and never finished her sentence. Not wanting to say how traumatizing small and dark places were for her.
"The cell reminds you of when you were ten years old?" he finished her sentence as he got off her and sat next to her on the bed against the headboard.
She gasped in shock as realization hit her: he knew who she was.
"You remember me also! You see, your scent… it was so familiar and last night I finally could remember where I met you before!" she explained with wide eyes, wildly moving her hands around as if she just made the discovery of her life "But… How long did you know?" she asked in curiosity as she quickly sat up, completely breath taken by the fact that this man had saved her life almost thirty years ago and she never expected to see him again.
"Same. I remembered your scent but I couldn't place it until last night"
"Wow, I don't know what to say…" she gasped "You… you saved my life and then…"
He grumbled "And then you were dumb enough to come back after I told you to get the fuck out"
She smiled shyly at him and sat straight against the headboard next to him. She wiggled her feet and stared at them, not knowing what else to do.
"I couldn't leave Jason like that… and then you got him out too. I never thought I'd see you again…"
He crossed his arms and grinned "And now you wish you didn't"
"No, it's not like that mister Creed" she corrected him "It's just… the circumstances you know? It's like you said the first day: we got off on a rough start. You could have asked me to come and I would have helped you. But that doesn't matter anymore because… Mother of God… I owe you my life… And Jason's!"
He scoffed and shifted awkwardly "Yeah well… let's skip the sentimental bullshit and start talking on how you're gonna repay this debt. You now owe me your life, Jason's life and you want me to get rid of your old man. That's a lot of lives… Damn… you owe me a lot of all-nighters for that little wolf"
For crying out loud, the fact that this man had saved her life made her think for a moment they shared some kind of connection. But all he could think about was how he would 'do' her all week long as soon as she was done curing the Wolverine. Had he ever intended to let her go after this? Why was it always about debt with this man and did it not mean anything that she was saving his brother now?
No, of course not. She was just a naïve little fool.
She inhaled deeply and sighed "You know" she hesitantly said with a sad look on her face "I know I owe you a lot… and I'm definitely more than just grateful… but that doesn't mean you should use me like that sir"
He chuckled softly and turned around to face her. For a moment she was distracted by his half naked body moving in on her. He slowly, almost gently even, cupped her chin between his fingers and locked his eyes with hers.
"You know what little wolf? It's not considered 'using someone' when that someone screams your name in pleasure"
She blushed but narrowed her eyes, accepting the challenge.
"And how will you know for certain I will do such thing?"
He chuckled arrogantly, never letting go of her chin but bringing his face even closer till his mutton chops tickled the side of her face.
"Because every time I am this close to you, I can smell how badly you want to feel me inside you. I can smell your fear yes… But also your wet little pussy, begging for my cock to pound you endlessly"
She swallowed hard and wondered if he could see her burning cheeks in the shimmery light. His face was near to hers and it was incredibly tempting to close the distance and… taste him.
But instead she moved her head so he let go of her chin.
"I should change clothes and check on your brother, see if there's anything to do for me yet"
He grabbed her wrist before she could leave the bed.
"It's 3 a.m. little wolf. Stay. Get more sleep"
"But… but… this is your bed"
"I told you to stay. And get more sleep, did I not?"
"Yes but…"
"Then stop talking back, lie down and close your eyes" he demanded with an icy tone.
She looked him over wearily for a few more seconds before deciding to lie down and be quiet.
He was amused by her awareness. Her fear that he would try anything with her. But he wasn't going to. This little wolf wasn't ready for it yet.
But soon…
"Why the candle little wolf?" he suddenly asked "You don't strike me as the romantic kinda frail"
She twitched "I don't like the dark sir"
He scoffed and blew the candle out. She closed her eyes tightly and curled up like a little ball.
He creped a little closer and moved some strands of hair away from her neck. She froze and tightly shut her eyes.
"Don't worry" he mused into her ear "I will stay on my side of the bed and just this once, I won't touch your delicious little body. On my honor"
She didn't answer him, just breathed heavily.
Before he moved away to his half, he pressed his warm lips against the bare skin of her neck where he let them linger several long seconds. She shivered and a slight moan escaped her lips. She gasped a little when she realized how he had affected her and that he probably heard her moan. And then gasp! Shit!
He just chuckled at her reaction, moving his mouth away and lightly scraping her flesh before doing so. Only too aware of the effect he had on her.
Within seconds he was asleep. It took her much longer to finally fall into a restless sleep. The room smelled even more like him now he was there… next to her.
She woke up a few hours later, noticing how both their bodies had moved way too close to each other's side of the bed. As far as she could see, he was still sound asleep so she quickly, and almost soundlessly, darted out of bed and into the bathroom. She stared into the mirror and took a deep breath.
Fuck. She felt her walls crumbling around her, her cold façade slipping.
He was getting under her frikkin' skin. That animal. With his bloody smooth voice and feral muscles. The things he whispered in her ear when no one was around…
She quickly brushed her teeth with his toothbrush again and combed through her long hair. Damn, it was all knotted up, she must have been dancing in her sleep or something.
Okay. Her clothes. Where were they?
Oh right, Mystique promised to put them in front of the door.
Ylva quietly opened up the bathroom door. It was a lot lighter in the room now that it was morning. She tip-toed out and closed the bathroom door without making any sounds.
"Take off the shirt she-wolf"
She almost stumbled over the carpet when she heard his demanding voice. But he caught her before she could fall flat on her face. Damn her clumsiness! She looked up to meet the grey eyes of a predator.
"Excuse me?" she gasped.
"Take. Of. The. Shirt" he repeated dangerously.
"No way… I'm practically naked under there!"
He smirked evilly "I know… but it's my shirt… So – take – it – off" he slowly threatened as he crouched closer to her.
She quickly pulled loose from his big arms and backed away, soon reaching the wall between the two big windows. "No" she said once more.
"If you're a naughty wolf… I will have to put you in a cage and save you all over again" he threatened.
He almost felt sorry when he saw the look of desperation in her eyes. She was funny to play with though.
"Why don't we do a trade little wolf? You take off my shirt and then you get these clothes" he replied as he pointed at the clothes lying on the bed. They were her clothes… how did he get his hand on them?
"Or you can give me my clothes first and I change in the bathroom?" she offered.
He laughed at her "Now where would be the fun in that?"
"Just give me my clothes for Christ's sake!" Ylva yelled at him.
He grinned and shook his head.
Then his features slightly changed to a darker shade "Take it off wolf" he growled darkly at her.
"Why?" she yelped desperately.
He waved his finger at her "Because… You're wearing my shirt and I've been wondering for a long time now; what's underneath it all"
She didn't know what to say for a few seconds and stumbled "You…. You're… evil! And you're violating me"
He almost roared in laughter at her fierce reply. Finally the wolf came out to play. He'd been waiting for her to fight back.
"You're in MY room… you're wearing MY clothes, you showered in MY shower and you were sound asleep in MY bed. And still, I'm evil?" he ironically replied.
"Yeah…" she stumbled a little unsure of herself "Where did you find these clothes anyway?"
"They were in front of MY door. They smell of you so I decided to claim them and now we're gonna make a trade my beautiful she-wolf. Look here" he said as he moved to the bed and placed one piece of clothing on it "I've decided that you will wear this black dress. The rest of your clothing will be in the closet over there" he explained as he walked to the closet an put the rest of her clothes in. He inhaled the scent before he put the pieces in there.
She cocked her brow at him "You have decided? Are you kidding me? You're gonna tell me which clothes to wear now?"
He was starting to enjoy this more and more every minute. So there was some fire in there… she was not just a quiet little push over. Good.
"Now don't be a burdensome little wolf and just do as I say" he replied as he moved next to the bed again.
She slowly shuffled a little closer to him. And some more until she was right in front of him and next to the bed with the dress on it. She opened up the zipper and spread it out, the front down on the bed so she could slip into it as quickly as possible.
She faced him once again, a little unsure what to do next "Can you at least turn around?"
He flashed her a feral-like grin "No"
She sighed and looked angrily at his chest, trying hard to avoid his eyes while buttoning down the shirt. But then again, his naked, rock hard chest wasn't really making her feel any more comfortable.
Screw this, she decided, it wasn't like she was completely naked under the shirt! She was wearing black underwear and yes it was lacey and way too sexy but no nipples or anything were showing. So what was she afraid of anyway?
Well she was afraid he would jump and rape her since she could practically smell his arousal and hear the content rumbling from his chest. All the more, she was afraid she would enjoy it. For Christ' sake: she wasn't made out of stone! And if he would touch her…
But he wouldn't… because he needed her healthy more than anything. So she quickly pulled of the shirt and threw it on the ground, trying hard to avoid eye contact. It was only a couple of seconds before she had slipped into the dress but it was more than enough for Victor Creed to let his eyes roam all over her flawless body and take it all in. The smooth white skin, soft curves, her breasts almost falling out of the black lacey bra, her toned waist and stomach, long slender arms and small shoulders. And God damn those legs. She wasn't tall at all but her legs seemed endless.
Damn, what he wouldn't give for her to give herself willingly to him so he could do whatever he wanted with her. Instead of having to make shady deals with her, he just wanted her to come to him and beg him to fuck her, hard and deep. He licked his lips as his eyes roamed over the curves of her hips. But before he knew it, the dress was on.
She quickly turned his back to him "Zip it up please" she asked him coolly.
He chuckled contently and raked his nails down her back before zipping the dress up "I hope you didn't flash Mystique this much" he whispered seductively close to her ear.
"Why?" she grumbled. Not at all amused by all of this.
"Because she's the actual reason I don't keep women around my Brotherhood" he whispered as he zipped up the dress and turned her around to face him.
"Whatever. Mystique is nice to me. I like her" Ylva said as she turned around to face him "And she doesn't force me out of my clothes either"
He scoffed ironically "Of course she's nice to you. She bats for the other team. And if she'd have the power, she would force you out of your clothes just like anyone else with more than five brain cells"
"It's still not very nice of you" Ylva mumbled as she took a step away from him.
Victor moved forward to close the distance she created "No… not nice but definitely worth it. And now, my little wolf, you need to go to the lab and fix up my brother"
She nodded and quickly turned around. More than happy to get away from him.
"Oh and one more thing" he halted her before escaping his room "You wanted a room with a bed right? Well from now on, you have one. This is where you sleep, shower and eat. Got that?"
She sighed just loud enough for him to hear it but nodded in agreement nevertheless. Not like there was anything she could do about it.
Not even sure if there was anything she wanted to do about it.
Everything smelled of her. His bed, his shower, the entire fucking room.
The scent was sweetly intoxicating. He smelled the shirt that she slept in that night and angrily threw in on the floor.
That little fucking wolf bitch. Her scent was everywhere, it was never gonna leave his fucking room! Not in a million bloody years.
He needed to get the hell out before he would tear up the place. Her smell… it drove him to the edge of insanity.
Never did he want something so badly in his life as he did now. But he didn't just want to take it like he used to do with stuff he wanted. He wanted to get it. To receive it freely and willingly.
No debt.
No games.
Just her, reaching back for him.