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25 February 2010 @ 09:59 pm
Red (Ficlet for jurisimmortalis)  

The first thing that Nat noticed were the drops of red staining the floor, indiscriminate spatters of crimson staining the hardwood in random scatters inside the doorway; she followed the trail as it led towards the kitchen, her mood quickly changing from one of quiet relief at arriving home to one of anger – or concern. If Victor had brought one of his victims back here, or if he’d been injured...

“Victor?” she ventured, calling out his name as she traced the route of those scarlet droplets towards the kitchen – and stopping in her tracks as she noted the familiar black shape silhouetted against the countertop. He was hunched over and had his back to her, his body shielded from view by the large coat which he always wore, and as she rounded the corner he glanced up to stare at her, a look of shock and surprise written on his face. “Victor, what the hell’s going on?”

“It’s nothin’, Wildcat, I just...”

Whatever was the matter, it was clear that he didn’t want her to know about it, at least not just yet. She couldn’t help but wonder just what was wrong, and the pang of concern which had been rising within her began to become something more of a panic as she noticed the slowly-spreading pool of red making its way across the countertop. Something was wrong, seriously wrong, and she wouldn’t let Victor’s stubborn male pride keep it from her. Setting her jaw, Nat marched across the floor towards the feral and firmly yanked his arm away from his side – only to be confronted with the fresh, sweet aroma of freshly-cut fruit.


“Yeah, I was just… well, I…” Victor frowned as his brain engaged itself in a mental flail, caught in the act of trying to make a caring gesture without her finding out until the last minute. A mangled punnet of strawberries sat on the countertop in front of him, pulp and juice dripping from his claws. He’d been trying to chop them up using his nails, but it… hadn’t really worked. Sighing, he pierced one of the less-mutilated fruits with a single claw and held it out towards her, hoping she wouldn’t mind his failed attempts to create something for her to come home to.
Natalie Ann Bruenner: eyes closed/chin upjurisimmortalis on March 20th, 2010 12:43 am (UTC)
Intense pleasure stormed her senses until she couldn't think. The loft ceased to exist and the only thing that mattered was Victor. Wave after wave of desire crashed over her and her back arched nearly lifting her torso off the bed. Only Victor could make her climax this hard.
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Bar Brawl Grinwatch_the_nails on March 20th, 2010 01:05 am (UTC)
Victor continued to thrash violently against Nat as he came, his body shuddering while his hips pounded furiously against her own, his claws digging into her, latching onto her and gaining purchase against her flesh. He cried out her name even as he finished and fell against her, a warm and satisfied glow spreading over him, a contented purr in his throat.
Natalie Ann Bruenner: b/w relaxjurisimmortalis on March 20th, 2010 01:33 am (UTC)
Her legs slowly unwound from his waist and Nat slid her toes down past his knees and over his calves. Fingers scratched at the short hair just above Victor's neck as she nuzzled her cheek against his.

"What was that about fruit salad...?"