All cats are gray in the dark
by ladymaja
Summary: Kitty (22 yo) is spending her summer vacation in Canada at Logan's cottage when suddenly she gets attacked and captured. In order to escape she's gonna need to take a helping hand from a killer.
Chapter Five: Pants story
She hit him! She actually hit him! Unbelievable! After all he's done for her. He could have left her on the road side bleeding to death. He could have let the wolves tear her to pieces. He shouldn't have gone after her to the woods to begin with.
And she just hit him! And it kind of hurt. She's stronger than she looks like. He didn't see it in her, she could. . . Wait. No. Enough. He has to stop seeing the best of her! She dared to raise a hand on him. After he's been so generous! There's no excuse!
He looks at her and opens his mouth to yell at her, but. . .
She's stroking her naked leg. There are some bruises left, but even so her skin looks silky.
Right, he took her pants off so he can handle her wounds. He didn't have time to take a good look at her then. But now. . .
Victor can't take his eyes of her. He forgets he's been angry at her, he forgets the pain in his face, he forgets the wolves, the fact that he has no idea where they are and that they're being chased. . . He forgets about everything. He's just starring at her.
She's moving her hands up and down her bare leg. She's wearing white hipster panties. Not the bitchy kind but it still looks sexy. Her thighs are tense and her skin is flawless like porcelain.
His eyes travel higher. Her tank top is wet from sweating from the time her body was dealing with his blood. It sticks to her breasts showing the shape of her bra. He can even see her nipples poking out slightly.
He gulps loudly as he feels heat running down his body.
Her hair's a mess, It's all over her face. And she's smiling peacefully.
Victor's eyelids get heavy, but he can't stop starring at her. She's just so beautiful. Like an angel.
He can't remember ever feeling like this before. Usually if he gets horny. . . well, he does something about it. But now he's just lingering.
If he'd just jump at her, she'd phase and run away. If she could get shot of him, she'd probably freeze.
But that's not why he won't attack her. But then what?
His eyes widen as he realizes, he doesn't want her to be afraid of him. He doesn't want her to hate him!
Amazing! Last night she almost died. Now she's feeling fine. Except for the dizziness.
She's looking at her leg. It's in a good shape. If the healing will go on at this rate no scar will remain.
When she's done, she turns to Creed.
He's starring at her. First she doesn't know why, but then she remembers what happened a couple minutes ago.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!"
"What?" asks Creed, as if he just woke up from a dream.
"Well, for smacking you."
"Oh, right. It's okay." he says under his breath, as he turns back to the road.
"It's OKAY?" asks Kitty amazed.
"Yeah. Whatever. Forget it." and he starts the car.
Kitty's starring at him. Is he in a huff, or what? His face is expressionless, but for some reason she has the feeling he's upset.
She looks at his shoulder. His shirt is ragged and bloody but his skin seems to be fine.
That reminds her of the incident. He was bitten by that wolf. God, it was huge. And she was so afraid. She has never been this scared before. She thought she was gonna die. But she didn't. Because she saved her. He was injured while he was protecting her.
She looks at him as he's concentrating on the road. He looks kind of handsome. She didn't notice it before, because she was too busy with the let's-hope-he-won't-kill-me part.
Well, he's not the prettyboy kind of handsome, like Zack Efron or Orlando Bloom. Rather in a manly way.
Yeah. He's manly. . . She feels her face flushing red. But she doesn't turn away. He's too busy with driving to notice anyway.
He has blue eyes. Surprisingly, they make him look intelligent. He's unshaved, which makes him look really hot.
There's something about his ears too. She lingers a while. These ears. . .
Then she forgets about that as her eyes travel downwards. She has a clear view of his biceps. He's so strong. No wonder he could beat those wolves so easily. His arms are hairy too. She didn't know she could think that was hot but now, looking at him wearing this black, sleeveless. . .
Wait a sec. Why's he not wearing his coat? There's snow outside. It should be freezing. But it's not. She looks at the panel. Oh, the heating is totally up. But why. . . ?
"Oh, SHIT!" she yells. Creed - surprised by the dirty talk - turns his head from the road.
"What?"
"MY PANTS! WHERE ARE THEY?" - she screams in a little panic (and a whole lot of embarrassment).
Creed's blinking confused, than he breaks into laughter. He even stops the car, just in case, and leans against the wheel. He can't stop laughing.
Kitty notices her pants in the back seat and quickly takes them on. Her face's burning!