Marie was on such an emotional high from her impending date with Victor, she decided to explore the city for a couple of hours.
When she walked into the lobby of her hotel, a man wearing a chauffeur's uniform approached her, "Excuse me, Ms. D'Ancanto?"
She eyed the man cautiously, "Yes?"
"Mr. Creed sent me. I'm here to take you to your hotel."
Marie almost laughed, "I am at my hotel."
He smiled, "Mr. Creed believes you'd be more comfortable elsewhere."
She furrowed her eyebrows, "Um...I dunno..."
"Please, Ms. D'Ancanto...I'll get fired if you don't come."
Her eyes widened, "Well...OK. I just have to go get my bag."
"Don't worry, miss, I'll take care of it."
Ten minutes later, she was in the back of a limousine as the driver loaded her bag into the trunk. When he took his place in the driver's seat, she smirked, "You wouldn't have really gotten fired if I didn't come with you, would you?"
The driver glanced over his shoulder and smirked, "No ma'am."
It took them about forty minutes to get to their destination, which turned out to be an overly fancy hotel she didn't quite feel comfortable walking into with her ratty duffle bag.
Despite the fact that she didn't look like she belonged there, the concierge and bellman were very nice when they escorted her to a spacious suite on one of the top levels of the hotel.
"If you should require anything else, please...do not hesitate to ask. Mr. Creed has requested that you be well taken care of."
Marie smiled, thanked the man and watched as he left. She wasn't sure how comfortable she was with accepting all this "special treatment" from Victor, but she was pretty sure she saw a mouse in hotel room the night before, so she just decided to take a chance and go with it.
When she got out of the shower that afternoon in preparation for her date with Victor, she heard a knock on her door. She dressed herself in the plush robe the hotel provided and answered the door.
The concierge stood there with a bellman, holding a dozen red roses, a shopping bag and a garment bag with the name "Gucci" embossed on them.
"Mr. Creed sent over some items you may want to wear tonight. He hopes everything is the appropriate size and to your liking. If you would like, we can send someone up from our in-house salon to assist with your hair and make up"
Marie barely remembered to nod her head as her mouth hung open while she stared at the Gucci label on the bag. She'd never seen Gucci clothing and accessories in real life before. She never ever thought she'd actually have the opportunity to wear such expensive clothing.
When they were gone, Marie opened the garment bag to find a beautiful black strapless dress with lace overlay and belted waist. The shoes were black, sequin studded peep toe heels that were just over three inches high.
Soon, the make up and hair stylists arrived to doll her up. Her long hair was given a much needed trim, then layered, parted down the middle and given large waves that hung down the front of her chest and down her back.
She looked red carpet ready.
Just a few moments after the stylists left, she was called and told her car was waiting for her. She grabbed the wrap that came with her dress and made her way downstairs. As soon as she got off the elevator, she spotted Victor standing in the lobby with a single white rose.
He stared at her appreciatively and approached, handing her the flower, "You look amazing."
Marie nodded, "Well, I would be wearing some ratty jeans and a pony tail if it weren't for you."
"But you'd still be just as much of a knock out."
A deep blush spread across her face, "You've definitely got a way with the ladies, huh?"
Victor held up his arm, inviting her to take it before escorting her to the front of the hotel to an awaiting limo.
During the drive, he sat next to her and just stared, making her nervously fiddle with the flower stem. Eventually, she cleared her throat and looked at him, "Um...Victor, I appreciate everything you've done for me...the hotel, the expensive clothes, the hair, the make up...guys don't usually do this because they're good samaritans. I'm starting to feel like Julia Roberts in 'Pretty Woman'."
He let out a low chuckle before looking into her eyes, "I do have to admit, I believe you're the most beautiful woman I've ever had the privilege of meeting. Not to brag, but I've got a lot of money and I don't always spend it on the smartest things...you seem like a wonderful reason to spend plenty of my hard earned cash."
When she felt Victor brush a piece of hair out of her face, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, feeling a rush of warmth surge through her body.
She opened her eyes to stare into his, "Why me?"
He cupped her face in his hand and leaned in, "I've been dreaming about you since before I met you."
And suddenly, his lips were touching hers in a kiss that started out gently, but soon grew hungry and intense. She'd only ever kissed one other person before, so it was surprise when her lips and tongue somehow knew exactly what to do.
Despite the fact that part of her mind was reminding her that she didn't just go around kissing men she barely knew, she didn't want to stop...she couldn't stop. She was prepared to straddle him right there in that limo, but the sudden absence of his lips upon hers made her sigh and move to grasp his collar to pull his face back to hers.
He laughed softly and gently took her hands, "We're at the restaurant."
"What?" she whispered breathlessly as she looked out the window. Indeed, the limo had stopped in front of a fancy restaurant and the driver stood there, holding the door open, desperately attempting to keep his eyes off of the couple who was obviously on the cusp of making love in the back of his limousine.
Marie couldn't figure out how in the world she didn't realize that the limo had stopped, that a door had been opened AND that a stranger was looking at them.
Damn...what was this man doing to her?
Marie cleared her throat and stood before getting out of the limo with Victor, then allowing him to lead her into the restaurant, which was particularly crowded.
She thought they'd end up having to wait, but, to her surprise, they were led directly to an awaiting booth in the corner of the restaurant.
They made small talk, but for the most part, he stared at her. When they were eating dessert, Victor leaned over and planted a gentle, discreet kiss on her neck that set her entire body ablaze with desire.
He whispered in her ear, "I've never wanted anything or anyone more than I want you right now..."
Her eyes rolled closed as her breathing quickened and her panties dampened, "Oh god...Victor..."
Victor smirked, "You wanna get outta here?"
She nodded quickly as he threw his hand up to call their waiter over.
Within ten minutes, they were back inside of the limo, making out. Victor raised the partition between them and the driver before pushing her back against the seat and moving atop her.
Marie opened her legs around his waist as he pressed himself against her and moaned against her lips.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but feel that this was wrong...this wasn't her. She broke the kiss and looked up into his eyes.
He panted, "Somethin' wrong?"
"No", she lied, "I just...I'm a-"
"...A virgin", he finished for her.
She nodded and blushed, "And I'm not sure if my first time should be in the back of a limo with a man I've only been on one date with."
Victor tried not to growl in frustration, and instead, plastered a fake, patient smile across his face. He moved from atop her and cleared his throat, "I really like you, Marie...I think you're special. Don't you want me?"
Marie reached to touch his face, but stopped herself and bit her lip, "Oh god, Victor...I want you more than I can even understand...but I've never been close to a man before..."
He nodded, feigning understanding, "...and you need to take it slow. I get it..."
They were both silent until they pulled back up to her hotel. He helped her out and stood in front of her, smirking, "You know...I'm a man who gets what he wants...always."
Before she had the opportunity to say anymore, he leaned down, favored her with a quick kiss and climbed back into the limo.
She watched as it drove away, then quickly made her way to her room.
Victor drove back to his office, where his team of cult cohorts had gathered. As soon as he walked into his office, he grabbed the telepath, Emma Frost, by her throat and slammed her up against the wall, "What do I keep you around for if you can't fucking get her to put out? Did I not stress that time was of the essence?"
Emma gasped and grabbed at his wrist, "She's...stronger...than...I-" Victor released her, making her crumple to the floor and cough as she rubbed her throat. Finally, she was able to choke out the words, "Her mind is stronger than I originally thought. She's fighting this. She's a virgin for Christ sake Victor! You don't think she'll think about having an abortion after turning up pregnant from a one night stand?"
Raven stepped forward, "She's right, Victor. You're going to have to work for this. You need to prove to her that you genuinely care so that when she finds out she's pregnant, she won't panic and disappear."
Victor growled and straightened out his jacket before pointing at Emma, "Fine...but you better stay on her, you hear me? Keep working to crack her."
The next morning, Marie awoke to the sound of her phone ringing, "Mmm...hello?"
"Just when I thought you couldn't sound any sexier..."
"Victor..." she purred as she smiled into the phone.
"I wanna see you today."
Marie rolled onto her stomach and bit her bottom lip, "I'd like that."
"Be ready by lunch. I'm gonna send a car by."
When lunch time rolled around, the car showed up, just as Victor promised. It took her to meet him at his office building.
Marie took the elevator up to the very top floor and walked over to the secretary's desk where a pretty woman sat, "Um...I'm here to see Victor..."
The woman nodded, "Go right in."
When she entered the office, Victor smiled and kissed her, actually weakening her knees in the process.
They ate some food, then he pulled her over to the window to show her the gorgeous view from his office.
Marie walked over to the telescope he had set up in one of the corner windows and smirked mischievously over her shoulder, "Is this used for naughty purposes?"
"Maybe..."
He slowly stalked toward her as she looked into the telescope. Soon, he was behind her, reaching around to help her maneuver it.
"Quite a view you got here..." she murmured as she explored the landscape.
Victor leaned close to trail soft kisses up the side of her neck as she continued staring through the lens. He felt her breathing quicken and heard the sound of her heartbeat speed up.
Marie licked her lips, "It's...it's really beautiful up here..."
He briefly stopped kissing her to whisper against her ear, "You have no idea..."
Victor continued kissing her neck, then reached in front of her and ran a hand up her stomach to her breast.
In response, Marie jumped slightly, making him whisper again, "Shhh...relax..."
She let out a breath and closed her eyes as her body relaxed beneath his touch. She wanted this...right? Why was there something inside of her making her feel like this wasn't natural?
Somewhere far away, Marie heard the sound of a button being undone and the familiar zzzzzip of a zipper being opened.
When she felt Victor's hand enter her panties, she quickly realized it was her jeans that had been undone.
She gasped as his fingers brushed against her most intimate of places. He smirked when he smelled her body begin to respond to his attentions...just another step closer to his ultimate goal...
"Victor..." she whispered.
He nipped at her ear, "Yeah baby?"
"What are you doing to me?"
He pulled his hand out of her panties and spun her around, "Makin' love to you."
Victor crushed his lips against hers in a bruising kiss, but she suddenly began pulling away from him, "I...I want this, but...not here...not yet."
"Marie...I need you-"
She placed a hand on his lips, "I know...and I need you too...tonight, OK?"
Victor stared down into her eyes, then nodded before taking her face in hie hands, "Tonight..."
Obviously, the first place Logan went when he arrived in Calgary was Victor's office building. He sat outside for hours, just waiting for her to show up, but little did he know, he'd just missed her.
Frustrated, he started pounding the pavement while informing Chuck of his progress...or lack thereof. For all he knew, Victor could have gotten the job done already. He only prayed that she was able to resist all of the tools he had at his disposal.
Charles had warned Logan that Victor would have a host of mutants that would rival the collection of residents at the mansion.
After several hours of fruitless searching, he called Charles, "I'm hittin' dead ends, Chuck."
"I'll try to use Cerebro again, but her mind is very strong. There's a chance it could take a while for me to get a specific location. In the meantime, I'll send reinforcements to help you."
Logan groaned, "Please don't say Scott..."
"Logan, you know very well that he's a valuable asset...he's coming and you two will get along, am I understood?"
"Yeah yeah...you just keep your boy scout on his leash."
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