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Chapter 80
Ari P.O.V
I started to come round to the feelings of warmth and comfort. I let my eyes flutter open, and couldn't believe it. I was at my apartment, in my bed, resting against Victor's chest, his arms wrapped round me. I closed my eyes, and started to cry.
Victor stirred, and his arms tightened around me. "Kitten? What is it? What's wrong?"
"Is this real?" I asked.
"Of course it is Kitten. I'm here. You're out of there. Jimmy and I killed Stryker once and for all." He said, his arms tightening around me, pulling me closer to his chest.
"Cari, is she alright? Is she safe?" I asked.
"Yes. She's with Jimmy. They're probably back at Xaviers by now." Victor said.
I buried my head in the crook of his neck, and clutched at his bare chest. I inhaled his scent, and let it wash over and envelop me. "I almost broke in there, Victor." I whispered. "It was worse than the facility."
"Don't worry Kitten, everything will be just fine." He murmured in my ear, running his hand up and down my back. He brushed close to the brand and I shifted, moving that part away from his hand. Victor rubbed his cheek against mine. "Relax kitten, I know about the brand."
"He ordered it done the first day, after we were… unresponsive to his questioning. He told them to brand us like the animals we are."
Victor growled, and I stiffened. "Jimmy and I should have spent longer on him." He placed a kiss on my forehead, and inhaled my scent deeply. "That brand doesn't change anything Kitten. It doesn't change you."
"It's ugly." I said.
"But it doesn't change that you are beautiful. You, Kitten, are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Even when you were human, and sick, you were beautiful. I've seen good looking women before, but never any beautiful women. Not until I met you, and this brand," his hand brushed over it, "just shows that you've fought for us. Fought for mutants. And that makes you all the more beautiful."
"I didn't exactly do much fighting." I mumbled.
"Did you answer any of his questions?"
"No but-"
"Then that's good enough. You refused to cooperate with a human who wants to wipe us out, even when he tortured you, and someone you viewed as a sister. You fought for us Arianwen. That brand proves it."
I kept my head buried in the crook of his neck. Victor sighed. He opened his mouth to say something else, when there was a nock at the apartment door. I jumped violently, and clutched at Victor.
"Shh, Kitten, calm down. I just asked someone to pick up a few things, alright? Now, I'm going to go answer the door. I'll be right back, I promise."
I nodded, and forced myself to relax as Victor unwound his arms, and stood up. He walked out of the bedroom, and I heard him open the front door.
"Got what you asked for. Just curious mind, why so much?" Came the voice of Patrick Jane.
"She loves it. That's why." Victor said. "You haven't seen how fast she goes through it."
"How is she?"
"Awake."
"Ah, right. I'll just go then. I doubt she want's someone else round."
"You doubt who want's anyone else round?" A new voice asked. Dad's voice.
"Hey Frank." Victor said.
"How's she doing Victor?"
"She's awake. Hasn't been awake for long, but she's awake."
"I want to see her." Dad said.
"Come on in then." Victor said. I heard him shift.
"I'll come by another time." Patrick said. I heard footsteps walking away and the door closed.
I heard two sets of footfalls heading towards my room. Victor was the first in, and he was soon followed by dad. Victor sat back in his previous position, and put a carrier bag on my lap, before wrapping his arms round my waist.
"How are you feeling Ari?" Dad asked.
I shrugged. "I don't know." I replied.
He nodded, and sat down at the edge of the bed. His eyes flicked to Victor. "I'm not going to hurt my own daughter, you know." He said.
I looked up at Victor and saw that he was watching dad like a hawk. I squeezed his arm lightly, reassuring him.
"Calm down Victor." I said.
He looked at me, and buried his face in my hair, inhaling my scent. I felt his muscles relax slightly.
"How've you been dad?" I asked.
"Worried out of my skull." He answered.
"Sorry about that." I said, dropping my head.
"It wasn't your fault. It was that maniacs." Dad said, shaking his head. "What happened to him anyway? This Stryker."
"My brother and I dealt with him." Victor said.
Dad nodded, satisfied. Then he looked at the bag in my lap. "Aren't you going to see what's in there?" he asked.
I placed my hands on the bag and opened it. I doubted that it was anything I didn't want dad seeing, as Victor had someone else pick it up, but I couldn't be entirely sure. I pulled out two large boxes of clotted cream fudge. Something I had quite the soft spot for. I smiled slightly. Victor definitely knew how to make me feel better. And fudge definitely helped.
I opened the box, and took a piece out, and threw it in my mouth. Immediately it stuck to my canines and I was occupied with trying to chew and get it of my teeth at the same time.
I looked up at the sound of laughter. Vic and dad were laughing at the expressions I was pulling while eating the sweet. I frowned, but then picked a piece of fudge up, and opened Victor's mouth with my free hand, stuck the square in and closed his mouth. I smirked at him, and turned back to face my dad. I just offered him a piece, knowing that it wouldn't get stuck on his teeth like it would ours.
He took a piece, shaking his head and laughing. I'd get back at him later. I noticed something else in the bag, and pulled out a pocket file of notes. I looked through to see they were photocopies of lecture notes for my courses.
"Patrick asked the lecturer to get someone's notes photo copied for you."
"I'll have to remember to thank him then." I said as I flicked through the notes. I'd read through, and make my own, to get them into my head.
"Well, I can see you're as well as can be expected. I'll go, and let you rest." Dad said. He stood up, moved closer and kissed me on the forehead, and shook hands with Victor, before leaving the room. I took another piece of Fudge, and popped it into my mouth. I leant into Victor and heard him swallow the remaining Fudge that was in his mouth.
"That wasn't very nice kitten." He said.
"Oh, I know you like the taste too." I said.
He muttered something about it not being the taste he didn't like. "Anyway, your friends should be here in a couple of days. They went back to Xaviers, because I told them before I rescued you that I wanted a few days to make sure you were alright. Jimmy's going to drive them."
"I can't wait to see them again." I said. "I hope Cari's alright. She was stronger than me, you know. She wasn't anywhere as near to breaking point as I was."
Victor took everything off my lap, and placed it on the bedside table. He cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes.
"You are a very strong willed individual Arianwen. You just happened to end up in the hands of a man who knew how to break someone."
Tears leapt to my eyes. "But Vic… thought we'd never get out of there. Even though I still had the tracker, I thought I was never going to see you again."
"Calm down Arianwen. I don't blame you for thinking like that. I've seen what happened to some of the people Stryker held prisoner before. They were in a far worse state. Trust me when I say your reactions were normal. Better even, because you didn't break. Trust me when I tell you that you didn't. You trust me don't you?"
"With everything I have in me." I said.
Victor nodded, and he lowered his head, and his lips met mine. My hands reached up and grasped his shoulders, desperate for more. His arms tightened round my waist, pulling me to him, so that I was flat against his chest. My legs encircled his waist as I brought myself as close to his warm body as possible. I broke away from him just long enough for Victor to pull my top off, before I pressed myself to him again. I let one hand trace down his body, following the smooth, hard, muscle that he seemed to be entirely made of. My hand rested on the button of his pants, which I undid, and he lifted himself up, so I could push his trousers down, taking his pants with them.
When he was free of his trousers and pants, he rolled me over onto my back. Victor's lips met mine in a soft kiss. He pulled away.
"You're beautiful, Arianwen. And you're strong. If you weren't, you never would have gotten out of the facility in England. You would have broken there, but you didn't. And you didn't break when Stryker had you."
"Victor…" I whimpered, as he brushed against my entrance.
"What do you want, Kitten? Tell me."
"I need you. I need you now." I said. "Please Victor."
Victor said nothing. He just captured my lips with his own, and lowered himself into me slowly, teasing me. I moaned into him, and felt his tongue slip into my open mouth. I tried to buck, but Victor's hands held me down. I felt him slide into me, until he filled me completely when he was fully seated inside me. Victor began to move in and out, his measured ministrations driving me crazy. He moved his mouth down to my breast, and latched onto it, sucking. I managed to get my upper body up, thrusting my breast further into Victor's mouth. He nipped at my breast. I mewled loudly, causing a growl to form in Victor's chest. His thrusts increased, and I moaned.
Bucked furiously, barely managing to move off the bed and towards Victor as he thrust into me deeply, and then pulled back before thrusting into me again. Victor's tongue flicked my nipple before he trailed his lips up my chest to my neck, where his lips sought out his mark. He latched onto it and bit down, drawing blood. His hands let go of my waist, only to snake round my back. His speed increased and I began meeting his thrusts.
Victor rubbed his cheek against mine, rubbing his scent across me, before he met my lips with his. I felt his chest rumble. I felt his hand rub up and down my back.
"Kitten." He said, "My Kitten. My Mate. My Arianwen." Victor worked a hand between us, and he stroked my clit. "Tell me, Arianwen." He ordered. "Whose?"
"Yours Victor. I'm yours." I answered.
"Yes, you are." He pinched my clit sharply, my back arched, and my world exploded as I came. My climax hit Victor and he trusted two more times, before he spilled inside of me.
I collapsed backwards onto the bed, gasping, and panting. I clutched at Victor's arms, trying to keep him in me. Victor smirked, obviously understanding what I wanted. He Lay down, covering me with his body.
"You're safe Kitten. You're back with me now. But, if it hadn't been for me, then you may not have ended up at that base."
"It's not you're fault Vic. You were defending me. You just didn't anticipate what he had planned." I yawned.
"Go to sleep Kitten. We'll have a bath when you wake up."
I nodded, and closed my eyes, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I fell to sleep in Victors arms.
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