A/N: I own none of the X-Men characters of the places there of. I do own the character of Jessica Gion/Blaze and I mean no harm in using these character for my own or other's amusement. Lyrics from Paramore's "Decode" belong to Haley Williams and the other members of Paramore and their music publishing company. I mean no harm in using them.
Sorry if you guys aren't liking the music lyrics in this fic. I tend to like song fics so I thought instead of putting a song fic within my fanfiction I'd just use song lyrics to describe some of the moments and thoughts of a few of the characters.
Also, please ask me before archiving.
Jessica awoke in the darkness of midnight. She was thursting to death and had to get a glass of water. Only, when she tried to get out of bed something kept her from even moving. She was lying on her stomach and now looked over her right shoulder to see and snoring Victor Creed collapsed on her back. She let out a constricted groan. Victor was at least two hundred and eighty pounds and to have all of that dead weight lying on top of her was making it hard for her to breathe. Jessica put both of her hands on the mattress and pushed up. She fell back onto the bed after a few seconds of trying to move his mammoth form. She tried again and managed to roll over onto her side and sliding Victor to the other spot in the bed. He stirred only a moment and then fell back to sleep with a snore. Jessica looked over at the man and rolled her eyes. She went downstairs and got a glass of water from the tap and then went back to bed. She knew Victor's senses were super heightened. She didn't want to chance making a run for it, Victor would hear her and snatch her up. She'd lived through much of that and didn't want to repeat it anymore than she had to.
In the morning Victor awoke to the fragile form of Jessica beside him in the bed. He felt strange because he could never remember waking up beside of her in all their time together. He felt hot from Jessica's high body temperature, like there was a furnace in the bed with them. He gave a little chuckle at the sight of her with her arms tucked under the pillow. She looked like a little fae lying next to him Her long flaming hair flying in all saw the tear tracks that lined her cheeks and didn't know how to react. Victor tried to ease out of the bed on his side but it wasn't happening. His large form and weight made it hard for him to "ease" out of anything. The mattress popped back up substanitally when he was out and onto the floor. Jessica opened her eyes. Victor muttered a curse under his breath.
"I didn't mean to wake you kid', " he said flatly still trying to shake himself from sleep.
Jessica said nothing but looked up at him with eyes of pure violet anger. Victor was still too groggy to return the gaze. Jessica slid out of the bed with one of the white sheets tucked around her making Victor see her as more of an angel with all those feathers in her hair from the shredded pillow. He followed her downstair to the kitchen. Victor pulled eggs, steak, and orange juice out of the refrigerator. He turned around to Jessica who was curled up in one of the chairs at the kitchen table.
"I don't have anything you'll eat," he said.
Jessica made a frown and walked over to the refrigerator. She saw nothing appetizing there so she went to the cupboard. Soup, beans, corn, a box of rice, olives, all of these things had been bought when she was with him. He'd never eaten any of it?! Jessica pushed aside many other canned items and found a packet of oatmeal.
"I'll have this," she said.
Victor made a face, sticking out his tongue in disgust as he went to the stove.
"Fuck," he said as he tried to turn the knobs with his claws getting in the way. The word sounded even more vulgar coming out of his mouth.
Jessica walked over to the stove and turned it on easily.
"Thanks. Remind me to buy a stove with push buttons next time," Victor chided.
Victor didn't bother to cook the steak at all. He made the eggs sunny side up and threw them on the plate with the raw meat. He sat down at the opposite end of the little table and waited for Jessica to finish microwaving her oatmeal. She soon joined him at the table. They stared at each other across the little space. Jessica stirred her mush with her spoon. Victor's took his fork in his hand like he was trying to make it tell its secrets. He held it much like a toddler does when learning how to eat off the "big girl or boy" plate. Jessica tried to avoid his eyes while watching him eat like a caveman. They had never really had a proper meal together. She had never seen the animalistic way he ate.
Jessica shoved the smallest bit of oatmeal into her mouth trying to keep it from wrenching open Now he had the raw steak in his mouth pulling at it like she would assume a lion or tiger would an antelope. It made a thick grotesque sound when he finally jerked a piece of it off and into his mouth.
Another set of song lyrics popped into Jessica's head.
The truth is hiding in your eyes
And it hanging on your tongue
Just boiling in my blood
But you think that I can't see
What kind of man that you are
If you're a man at all
I will figure this one out
On my own
On my own
and then. . .
There is something
I see in you
It might kill me
But I want it to be true
Jessica was popped back into reality by Victor's voice.
"Your food's gettin' cold," he mumbled with blood staining his mouth.
She nodded and shoved another spoonful of oatmeal into her shoved several more bites into her mouth before her stomach had its fill of the apples and cinnamon.
"Are you going to leave me today," Jessica asked in a whisper.
"Do you think I'm stupid? I can't leave you here all alone you'll run like prey," he growled back.
"Oh," Jessica squeaked out.
"You're not a little girl anymore J. You can definitely take care of yourself. I for one am not going to let you take advantage of that," he told her.
"You sound like my father," she snorted.
"I'm not tryting to be your father babe. You know that. I'm only trying to help you before you get burned."
"You have no idea what I need," she retorted.
Victor was in quite a mood this morning and he didn't want to hear Jessica bitch and moan. He let out a irritated growl to let her know he wasn't into her whining this morning.
"What you gonna do Vicky poo? Cut me into ribbons," she mocked throwing up the left side of her upper lip showing her teeth.
Victor lurched across the table and grabbed Jessica by the neck. He pulled her down onto the table's hard surface so she was lying on her back. He opened his mouth all venom and fangs.
"Ooo, fiesty this morning aren't we," she sneered.
"Scream for me," Victor purred.
Jessica gave a vicious growl herself as she flipped over on the surface of the table. She and Victor went crashing to the floor along with broken plates and smashed up food. She was breathing heavily as she regained herself ontop of Victor. The sheet she was wearing was slashed by Victor's nails making her look like a mummy. Jessica lit her hands on fire and held one up to his face.
"I'll torch this place," she said.
"Go ahead. I'd gladly burn for you baby," he whispered in her ear.
She sank her teeth into his shoulder and he reared back. His lips came crashing down harshly on hers. His tongue slipped into her mouth. They growled together in a rugged tug or war. Finally Jessica released Victor and got up from the floor. Victor followed suit.
"Get dressed," he said with an evil smile.
She michievously smiled back
Jessica went to get cleaned up in the downstairs bathroom while, Victor took a shower in the master bath. They rejoined each other in the foryer of the majestic log cabin. Jessica was dressed in a black t-shirt with a white long sleeve shirt underneath, cut off black sweat pants with purple leggings, a pair of black leather boots and a green track jacket. Victor was dressed all in black as per his usual. Nothing in his ensemble stood out. She could smell him. Spicy, like peppers, a little tinge of pine, and just a hint of coppery metallic. They walked out the door and got into Victor's beatup red pick-up.
They drove in silence with the windows down, letting the autumn wind whip through the cab. Jessica's red hair was flying out the window like a flag. She loved the feel of the wind on her face and she could smell a thousand smells in one breath. They reached their destination in about fifteen minutes. They were in a forest, thick trees with their bare limbs out like jagged fingers.
"What are we doing here," Jessica asked as she and Victor exited the truck.
"Practicing," he answered.
"Practing what?"
"You'll see. This way," he said.
Jessica followed him deeper into the woods until they arrived at a set of ruins.
"What is this place," she asked?
"Where I use to live. . . as a boy," Victor said.
"Where you use to live with Jimmy," Jessica asked.
"Yeah."
His eyes met hers then and she saw the hurt in them. Logan had no idea that he was the brother to this man. No idea who he was or what had happened to him on that island. Jessica looked now and saw the remains of an old brick chimney trying its best to reach the sky. A handmade solid foundation still stood but the house that sat on it did not. Pieces of charred wood lay rotting in the pine needles and mossy dirt here. Victor stood there staring at the place that had once held his family home.
"Victor, I'm sorry," Jessica said putting a hand on his shoulder, he jerked it away.
The townspeople came looking for him and Jimmy when they were just little boys. When they didn't find them they went to their parents house and burnt it to the ground. If their children were monsters the parents must have been too.
"Well, nothing that we can do about it now. They hated me anyway," he said like it didn't matter.
She was silent.
"We're here to play," he said before jumping off the ground and running two feet up into a nearby tree.
"Come on," he said looking down at her.
She giggled and took his hand as he pulled her at neck-breaking speed into the limbs. When they were up high Victor launched himself head long into the tree next to it. He was playing hop scotch only with trees. They did this for a couple of minutes when he threw himself from the branch and fell fifty feet to the ground. Jessica's eyes went wide.
"Victor! Are you okay?!"
"Fine," he bolstered putting his hands on his hips like Peter Pan.
She could barely see the little dot of him amongst the green blow.
"Jump he yelled."
"Are you crazy?!"
"I'll catch you," Victor announced.
"Oh shit," Jessica said jumping down from the limb.
Victor watched as she began to drop downward.
"Hang on kid," Victor said when he realized that the wind had picked up making Jessica veer off course.
"Victor help me!"
It looked like Jessica was in for certain doom as she sped towards the ground. Victor climbed up into a tree and waited for Jessica to come close to him. As she was falling towards him Victor, jumped out of the tree and caught her by the waist. They tumbled to the ground together landing roughly in the sticks.
Jessica coughed.
"You okay," Victor asked the frail girl who had landed on top of him.
Jessica gave him a thumbs up.
"Maybe not so high next time," Victor observed.
Jessica still wide-eyed nodded her head vigorously. "Maybe not ever again."
Victor gave a thick chuckle. As he looked into the eyes of this fragile girl he thought maybe her could love her. He'd have to be more careful with her from now on.
She's got you whipped, his conscience whispered. She'll run away and never come back. She will kill you the second you start falling for her.
He couldn't help but think that was true but, what would it feel like to be loved?
A gentle rain had set in around noon time and they took shelter under a large tree that still had its leaves. Victor held her in his arms and took in her body heat. Something about her always got him hard as a rock and horny as hell. He removed the t-shirt from her body, the thermal followed it. He could tell she was excited but still afraid of him. The beast that lay beaneath. Then the pants, and the stockings hit the wet ground. Then he undressed. He took her hard from behind against the tree, just like she imagined the previous night. Doing this was making his blood boil, his adrenaline rise. Being out here naked in nature, rain dripping on them felt natural to him. Their bodies pressed so tightly up against each other. He was the domenant male claming his female, and whoa to any man who tried to make her theirs.
Jessica tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder making Victor's skin buzz with passion. The moans that escaped Jessica's mouth were drifting into his ear and they were not of the sweet vairety. It made him even more aggressive and wanting. He was grinding her belly into the tree so hard he knew she'd was being scratched to bits. This was his domain, his kingdom and having her here in the wilderness he let out a savage cry.
"You sure you want this baby? Sure you can handle it?"
"Uh-huh," she whimpered and bit her bottom lip.
Victor whispered into her ear. "I just want to make you moan."
Victor pulled out of her and dropped to his knees in the damp foliage. He put his dark head between her legs and pleasured her as only he knew how. John didn't know this, Warren didn't know this, only the savage beast before her knew what she wanted. She could not stop writhing at the things he was doing. He knew how to please a woman especially her. Jessica put her hands on the head between her thighs and urged him on. He made her so dizzy with ecstacy once she thought she was going to fall on her ass into the brush below.
"Stay standing sweetness or I might have to fuck you right here on the ground," he hissed.
Jessica tried her hardest to stand but Victor was making her go weak. He bit, and licked, and kissed, and did everything he could to get her going. She moaned his name, screamed his name and it rang off the trees and back to his ears. She was shaking now her breath coming out in short bursts. He knew she was about to explode. Victor wrenched himself back up and into her and pumped the last few movements before she shattered and collapsed onto him. He held her close to him and let her pulse and breathing slow to normal.
"You ready to go," Victor asked when they saw the rain wasn't going to let up.
"Yeah."
They gathered their clothes and walked back to the truck and drove back to the cabin. The the two of them went inside and took off their rain soaked clothes and got comfortable. Victor lit a fire in the fireplace
"Are you kidding me? I'll smother," Jessica said.
"But I won't," Victor said.
Jessica hit him on the leg as he was coming to sit down with her. Jessica got up and made cocoa for them and they sat and watched the flames fizzle down to sizzling embers. Victor looked over at Jessica when the fire was dying quickly, only to find that she was asleep. He picked her up and carried her up to the bedroom and crawled in beside her. Victor listened to the cold rain hitting the tin roof of the cabin and drifted off into sleep.
Jessica woke up screaming.
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