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9. Creed's Woman
Creed came to a halt just outside the ten feet high gate, the security pad at the distance of his arm. He clicked the logo twice, above the visor, instead of any numbered key, and the real security pad became visible. Then he entered the security code that would temporarily open the gate and put on hold any security measures, until he entered a confirmation code on the inside of the enclosure, next to the gate.
Sometimes it was just a big hassle, all the security measures he placed on his city houses, and he missed the simplicity of his Wausau house, but he'd get the woman there soon enough. Once the gate closed down again, though, he felt more at ease. The thirteen feet high, three feet thick wall and the titanium core gate covered in solid wood were formidable defences, especially since the walls surroundind the property were topped with sensors that would jumpstart more actively aggressive security systems. A veritable modern day castle.
He stopped the bike next to the entrance door, not the garage. He'd wasted enough time already and was eager to get down to hot business as soon as possible. When she got off the bike, though, and looked up at him – her heart beating in eager anxiety and her eyes intensely alive – he couldn't help himself and grabbed a handful of that dark hair, pulled her into a kiss she responded to passionately.
"Ya're mine," he whispered. He'd brand that on her forehead if need be.
"Yes, I know," and he barely noticed the hard intention in her voice, much less register it. "I am your woman, always."
He kissed her again, deeply, hungrily; his entire body burning behind it. He lifted her off the ground and covered the double stepped stairs, nearly crashing onto the entrance door. She was kissing back, her hands clutching beyond the shirt, but the door would not open, so Creed had to break the kiss, look away from those enticing eyes, that deliciously hungry mouth, the maddeningly tantalising scent... and try to focus long enough to remember the damned code to switch off the blasted house's own darned security system.
When he could finally return his full attention to her, she whispered breathlessly 'your woman'. He wouldn't have heard it if not for his heightened senses, he was sure.
"My woman," he echoed, as the image of a tattoo splashed over her back spirited itself into a great idea: 'Creed's'. Right at the bottom of her spine.
"My woman," he repeated almost unconsciously before kissing her again, hard, banging her head against the door. The pained yelp his mouth drowned reminded him the door wasn't open yet, and he growled as he pushed Irbis to the side and kicked the damned thing open.
Creed roared at the pain that shot through his leg bone as he remembered that this door had a titanium core too and that he should have simply turned the handle. Aggravated at all the constant obstacles, he turned to grab Irbis and rip those darned clothes off her already. The woman was standing at the doorway, a hand lightly on the door frame, the other tugging absentedly at the coat's zipper. In a swift movement, he pulled her to him and closed the door with a bang that had it bounce over. To make it worse, Irbis chuckled when he had to let go of her and close it without violence, because it refused to do so in any other way. He was nearly seeing red again, when the stupid thing finally clicked in place.
"I think de kick dislocated somesing..." Irbis had dropped her backpack, a teasing glimmer in her eyes, as she finished unzipping the coat. "Something. In de door."
He was on her before she could slid the coat off her shoulders, his claws cutting off the hem of her jeans expertly, and then trailing down her leg, as his hand lowered her slowly to the ground, allowing his claws to continue cutting through the fabric down to her knees and beyond. In theory, at least, because she whispered "bedroom", breaking off the kiss and halting the cutting.
"Dis is duro," she explained, meaning the floor was hard.
Creed growled a groan which lost its meaning when she smiled and kissed his neck, just below the chin, and then started kissing her way down, slowly, teasingly. She was airborne instantly, and landing on the silk sheets before she could reach his Adam's apple.
"What is it, Doc?"
"You gotta see this, Colonel!"
When Colonel stooped to study the screen his man was pointing at, the first thing he noticed was the camera's location – Sunland, L.A., California. Then he took a good look at the two figures on the bed, the orange and reddish silhouettes a testimony to the heat of their lust.
"Well, well... that's gotta be some special lady, if he took her to one of his safe houses."
Doc put a hand on his shoulder, his voice darker. "Double special, Colonel."
With the touch of a button, the other six smaller screens stopped showing images from empty, sleeping houses and went black before flickering with the exact same image: Sabretooth's arrival. The camera switched to night vision the moment the gates started moving, and its eye acquired the two human shapes on the bike as its preferential target. When both got off the bike, Colonel's teeth clenched.
"Irbis," he snarled, eyes hardened with hate.
On the screen, Sabretooth was kissing the woman. The kiss broke off for a moment for a quick exchange of words before he carried her over to the door. Colonel closed his fist hard as he witnessed Creed's impatience to get the woman in the house and close the door. The camera immediately switched to infrared vision, but the man had seen enough.
"Jackpot."
The Colonel character first showed up in 'Dancing to the Sound of Death'. That story explains why he hates Irbis.
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