A/N: I was in a writing mood for a bit and then it kind of cut out. I just had to get this out before it faded away like half of my other ideas seem to do. Enjoy the short update.

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Scarlet had to leave Logan's room for a few to get some munchies because after having sex all day and half the night, she was getting hangry. And he was sleeping off Round something or other, so she figured she had time to make a break to the kitchen for some much needed nourishment.

Scarlet paused in the doorway to the kitchen and saw Victor standing at the counter, helping himself once again to one of Logan's beers.

"Figures you'd be here," she commented, heading for the fridge.

Victor chuckled. "Figures you'd end up in his bed..."

Scarlet didn't even bother to attempt to hide her middle finger from him. She opened the fridge and started rifling through it.

"I don't have to explain myself to you, Tiger," she reminded him.

She didn't hear him move, which to her was an oversight and a sign that she'd been overly exerted that day. The next thing she knew, he had his hand at her throat and was holding her against him, the solidness of his chest firmly against her back. Scarlet squirmed, but kept silent, not wanting to attract attention to herself.

"What are you going to do when he finds out where you got your first climax from?" Victor asked, growling in her ear. "The person that gave you the first sensual touch that sent you over the edge and drove you into complete womanhood?"

Scarlet growled softly, her eyes darkening. "Watch yourself, Victor."

She felt his other hand travel from the flat of her belly to the apex of her thighs and her heartbeat started to pick up. Victor chuckled and nuzzled her neck.

"I think someone has forgotten how excited she was to be touched that first time…" He growled in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "You had my fingers dripping…"

Scarlet couldn't stop herself from drawing in a breath when he started stroking her, teasing her through her clothes. Her breath softened to moans and she knew he was working her up. Scarlet's head fell back against his shoulder as his hand cunningly slipped inside her jeans and touched the actual skin and she felt herself reaching that high again.

"Scarlet…" Victor growled, kissing her neck. "Tell me…tell me what you want."

"F-fuck…" Scarlet moaned softly, closing her eyes as she fell over that edge. "Please…please…"

Victor pulled his hand away from her sensitive areas and bent her over, forcing her to use the fridge as support. He pulled her jeans and panties down before thrusting sharply into her from behind. Scarlet had to smother her cries of desire by biting down on her lip to the point that it hurt, but didn't draw blood.

"Remember, you're mine just as much as you're his," Victor growled, keeping up the rough pace of thrusts that she'd become accustomed to.

Scarlet nodded and hated herself for it…

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Logan opened his eyes hours later and found Scarlet missing from his bed. He heard the shower in his adjoining bathroom running and her muttering incoherently to herself.

"Maria?" he asked, rising to his feet and heading that way.

Scarlet fell silent as she stood under the shower spray and he pulled back the curtain to look at her. She offered him a wan smile as she looked at him, still looking like a goddess even when she was soaking wet. He watched, mesmerized, as the fire moved under her skin like it always did when she was under water.

"You okay, darling?" he asked, meeting her eyes once more.

Scarlet nodded and ran her hand over her skin. He noticed that she never took that glove off her hand and guessed it was probably because it helped with her heat or something. "Yeah, I'm okay." Mischief lit up her scarlet eyes. "You want to come in here and help me wash my back? I promise…I won't behave."

Logan chuckled and climbed into the shower with her, not minding the chill of the spray. There was something pleasant about being pressed against a very warm body and having the chilly spray on his skin. Scarlet looked up at him as he brushed back a strand of her wet hair.

"You never did tell me why you grew your hair out," Logan said, holding her gaze as he grew hungrier and hungrier for her.

Scarlet brushed her hands over his chest. "You could try pulling on it a bit to see if you can figure out the reason…"

Logan let out a gentle growl and slipped his hand through her hair before entangling his fingers in it and pulling a little roughly. Scarlet let out a gentle cry and her eyes lit up with fire. Logan could smell her pheromones going wild when he did it again to the same result.

"Hmm…" Logan said, releasing her hair and smirking as he slid his hand down her back to her hip, pulling her to him. "Someone is a lot dirtier than I thought."

Scarlet rolled her eyes and stood up on her tiptoes, brushing her body against his erection as she threw her arms around his neck. "You're a big boy, you can say it." Her lips flirted with his. "Your girl is…kinky."

Logan growled as she nipped at his bottom lip. "We'll see how far that goes, darling…"

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Scarlet lay in Logan's arms, looking at him as he slept off their rounds of sex. She felt guilty. That she could easily go from him to that big old pussy cat that he hated so much. Hell, at one point, she'd hated Victor just as much. He had been working for her father for so long. And he deserved her hate.

Then why did I go to him? Scarlet asked herself, closing her eyes against the flashbacks of the first touches that she'd experienced by the man that wasn't her Logan. Why did I let him touch me…fuck me…use me…love me?

Because I love him…

Because I love him like I love Logan…

Logan came first, but Victor…Victor was there to save me from the darkness closing in. He brought me the strength I needed to hold on, to become who I am now.

Scarlet felt tears sting her eyes and she started shaking. Scarlet recognized the feeling that was overcoming her when the lights started flickering and jumped to her feet. She was out the door with her clothes in place before Logan woke up.

Victor was standing at the end of the hall, watching her with her jacket slung over his arm. Scarlet's body trembled violently and her eyes kept trying to turn gold.

"We have to go," she whispered, her voice breaking, echoing. "There's – there's so little time…"

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A/N: I'm still struggling, but I'm trying. I want to build something here, but getting there is going to be fun for me with my new work schedule. I hope you understand that this means updates will be sporadic from now on. When I get the will to write something, it'll happen. Otherwise…I'm sorry. I'm really trying. -Scarlet