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06 October 2009 @ 09:35 pm
*For Emma - Future!-verse*  
He'd been out hunting again, gone from the penthouse for the past few days; after everything that had happened in the past few weeks, he needed to just get the hell away from everything and everyone, even Emma, just to clear his head and calm himself down. He'd been getting better at that, but he still couldn't help himself sometimes.

As soon as he arrived at the top of the lift, something was wrong. He knew it. He could tell just from the simple fact that Emma wasn't there to greet him from the elevator like she usually did, eager to see him and keen to hear what he'd been up to - even though she could read it straight from his mind if she'd wanted. He frowned as he walked further into the penthouse, his first concern for her safety; he moved cautiously towards the living area, alert for the smell of her blood and the sound of her voice, his claws already unsheathing as an overwhelming sense of uneasiness gripped him.


He moved towards the living room, instinctively pausing as he caught sight of the silhouette of someone sitting there and staring out of the large window, but it only took him a moment to recognise the scent as belonging to Emma. And she wasn't her usual self at all.

"Baby... is everything alright?"
Emma Frost: emma :: assuredicecoldwit on October 6th, 2009 08:53 pm (UTC)
Her head twisted as he came in, the sound of his voice drawing her attention away from the window finally. She didn't know how long she'd been staring out the window, since before the sunset, she knew that.

"How was your hunt?"

Her voice was low, lacking her usual spark of humour or elegance. There was nothing there but the automatic question. She didn't get up to meet him, just sat there, one knee folded over the other, arms around her stomach -around her...

"Find what you needed?" After everything, Stryker using him, Logan walking away again, the fight with Wade -or what was left of Wade- Emma didn't grudge him the time away from the city, doing what he did and just letting loose without repercussion. She understood it, she encouraged it.

But she was glad he was back.
Victor Creed: You Sure About That?watch_the_nails on October 6th, 2009 09:03 pm (UTC)
His brow furrowed at her question, at the lack of her usual welcome; this really wasn't like her at all. If she were angry with him, it'd be more like her to shoot him down with insults and aptly-fired accusations rather than just give him the silent treatment and brush him off like this. His first thought was that she didn't want him any more, and that... well... to lose her after losing Logan, after losing what Stryker had promised him, he didn't think he could handle it.

"It helped."

At least, it had done, until he'd returned here to find her giving him the cold shoulder. He had to admit, he was worried, and it made him jittery and unsure of himself. Always a dangerous combination.

"So are you just going to sit there being a bitch all night, or do you actually want to tell me what's wrong?"

Emma Frost: emma :: upseticecoldwit on October 6th, 2009 09:10 pm (UTC)
She nodded slightly, wondering how to say it, how he'd react. And by God, if he even thought what he thought before she'd have his balls in a vice fast that he could call her a harlot. Again.

Sighing heavily, she shrugged lightly. "Nothings wrong, not really." It was just unexpected and damn, she should've known better after the last time. But that was just her stupid body and the stupid change in weather and conditions. This, this was neither of those things.

"I'm pregnant."
Victor Creed: What?watch_the_nails on October 6th, 2009 09:24 pm (UTC)

He blinked a couple of times, not sure he'd heard her correctly. It was possible - hell, of course it was possible, with the amount of passion they still had for each other - but he'd always thought she was the one in charge of making sure that never happened. She hadn't hinted anything about wanting children any time soon, and if she had... she'd have talked to him about it. Wouldn't she?
Emma Frost: emma :: consideringicecoldwit on October 6th, 2009 09:30 pm (UTC)
She shrugged again, turning to face him, "I'm pregnant. Really pregnant. Three months actually." She'd felt so ill the last few days, and she wouldn't say that him being out of telepathic range for less than a week would do that to her.

So she'd seen Dr McCoy, grudgingly of course, and been told the 'good' news. It wasn't exactly bad news, but she wasn't sure if it was good news. Victor already had his son, and Nicky was a wonderful boy; thriving in the school. But she wasn't sure how he'd take being a father the traditional way and actually having to raise a child.

"We are actually doing something like a normal couple."
Victor Creed: Compassionwatch_the_nails on October 6th, 2009 09:42 pm (UTC)
He didn't say anything for a few long, awkward moments; to be honest, he didn't quite know how to react just then. He was in shock, stunned at the news, and so many emotions were warring within him right now; guilt and regret for what he'd done to Logan, relief that Emma was alright, frustration at being tricked and used by Stryker. But then he recalled how he'd felt the last time this had happened, when she thought she'd been carrying his child only to find out it had been a false alarm - when he'd ultimately realised his disappointment at the mistake.

"You're sure? Really sure?"

He moved closer to her, a sliver of excitement starting to build up within him as his initial misgivings began to disappear. As for being like a normal couple, he doubted that was possible. But it was a step in that direction.
Emma Frost: emma :: uninterestedicecoldwit on October 6th, 2009 09:52 pm (UTC)
She nodded slightly, sensing that release of uncertainty and the mild excitement. She hadn't expected that. "Hank confirmed it."

The last time they had built themselves up, prepared and then Emma had found out that she had been wrong -a relief at the time, for almost all involved. She was sure Nicky had been the most disappointed. But this time it was really happening. She was pregnant.

"Are you going to say something?" She was waiting for the shoe to drop. She had been waiting for the shoe to drop for days.
Victor Creed: Gloatingwatch_the_nails on October 6th, 2009 10:10 pm (UTC)
It would probably have been much to Emma's surprise, but at that moment, Victor broke into a huge grin, fatherly pride finally winning out in the war of his emotions; when they'd discovered that what had happened before had been a false alarm, he'd felt absolutely gutted. Depressed. And now to have this, a second chance, the woman he loved - because he did, now, although he could still be loathe to admit it at times - to have her bearing his child; it was like a whole new beginning after the hell of the past few weeks.

"Just come here, baby."

He threw his arms around her, not caring about the dust and grime clinging to his coat, not caring about how she'd react to him covering her in a thin layer of dirt, burying his face in her hair and kissing, just kissing and touching her forehead, her hair, her neck. His protective instincts had risen up suddenly within him, and all he wanted was to hold her and watch over her, keep her from harm, protect the lives of his female and his unborn child.

He wasn't crying. Of course he wasn't. It was just... okay, he may have been welling up a little.
Emma Frost: emma :: coyicecoldwit on October 6th, 2009 10:15 pm (UTC)
She felt a lump release from her throat as he held her, she really didn't care how mucky he was then; unwashed in days and reeking of mud and blood, but still grinning and actually appearing happy for the first time in what felt like months.

Laughing slightly against him, her arms went around his neck and she pulled herself against his frame, letting him stroke and touch and kiss at her without interruption.

And maybe, after weeks of disappointment, this was something he needed.
Victor Creed: In Blackwatch_the_nails on October 6th, 2009 10:20 pm (UTC)
He held her as closely as he dared for the next few minutes; he didn't really know anything about pregnant women other than how easily they could be killed. He hoped it was safe to hold her against him as tightly as this to show his affection, his happiness, the first thing he'd had to give him a glimmer of hope for quite some time.

He only wished Logan was here to share it.
Emma Frost: emma :: smirkicecoldwit on October 6th, 2009 10:27 pm (UTC)
She caught the thought, and mildly wondered if there was actually any hope for the brothers now -Logan had the adamantium that Victor had been promised; he'd walked out on his brother twice now. Emma wasn't sure if there was a coming back from that.

Maybe she could get Nicky to write Logan a letter or call him or whatever it was they used to keep in touch.

Still, she pushed herself against him, the soft of her belly pressing against his ribcage safely. Although Hank had warned her to be careful, he never said anything about not hugging Victor or carrying on as usual. "It's alright, pet. I'm sturdy enough yet."
Victor Creed: You Sure About That?watch_the_nails on October 6th, 2009 10:41 pm (UTC)
He pulled away from her long enough to look down at her, one of his clawed hands resting on each of her arms; Logan was still at the front of his mind, Victor's thoughts gravitating towards how his brother would react to becoming an uncle again, and this time from when the child would be a baby. Not that Victor would have changed Nicky for the world, but he knew that knowing the child from this moment - from before it had even been born - would very be different from having a ten-year-old suddenly turn up and turn out to be your son.

"I don't want to hurt you."

He spoke softly, tenderly - it wasn't like him, not like his usual self. He couldn't have given a shit about anyone else, but when it came to family, and Emma, and his offspring, he'd move heaven and earth to make sure they stayed safe.
Emma Frost: emma :: giddyicecoldwit on October 6th, 2009 10:47 pm (UTC)
She smiled softly, stroking her hands over his fuzzy cheeks. "You won't. I'm pregnant, not fine china." Although there was back pain, sickness, cravings, hormones and growing to come. She didn't want to freak him out too badly just yet.

"It'll be a while before any of that is a problem."

She was just grateful that he took it the way he did. But then he'd always put family on a pedestal, his views so different from her own. Maybe he could change it, with this family -theirs.

"Everything's the same for a few months yet."
Victor Creed: Predatorywatch_the_nails on October 6th, 2009 10:54 pm (UTC)
His mouth twitched into another smile as she said that; the thought had crossed his mind, and he had to admit, despite his pride at becoming a proper father, there had been a part of him that had ben resigned to spending the next nine months sleeping on the couch with a large bottle of hand lotion and a family-sized box of tissues.


One hand moved down to rest securely and firmly over her stomach, even though it had barely changed on the outside, while the other slid around her back to rest suggestively on her backside. He had a wicked glint in his eye as he smirked at her, many different emotions churning inside him, although pride now mingled with lust and sheer unbridled happiness. He leaned in closer, whispering conspiratorially into her ear.

"How about a celebration, then? A private one. Just me and you, in the bedroom, right now."
Emma Frost: emma :: alluringicecoldwit on October 7th, 2009 12:09 pm (UTC)
Emma grinned at him, lacing her arms around his neck, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips before nodding slightly. "That's such a marvellous idea." She moved his hand on the tummy aside, using her grip on his shoulders to pull herself up.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, a smirk on her face as he automatically supported her. "Lead the way, love." She caught his thoughts; that he didn't think she would've been able to, that he was going to be forced into celibacy for nine months. As if she would stay celibate for that long.

It was bad enough when he was away, working or hunting. Never mind to have him right there, willing and able, and no be able to. Although it would come, they were a good five months away from that.
Victor Creed: Gloatingwatch_the_nails on October 7th, 2009 12:49 pm (UTC)
He'd been excited about arriving back here and seeing her again; he always was, knowing that their reunions were usually incredibly physical and very enthusiastic. That was why he'd been so concerned when she hadn't come to greet him this time, although the news she'd had made all that worrying and uncertainty worthwhile. Grinning, he carried her through to the bedroom, laying her gently down onto the silk sheets even though she'd told him she didn't need to be treated like porcelain. He liked to think of himself as strong, but he wondered whether he'd still be able to carry her when she was nine months gone. Just in case he ever needed to.

"Wait there, baby."

He wanted her; God, he wanted her, but things were changing between them yet again, and he'd known her long enough to realise when a special effort was needed. Even though she'd probably welcome a passionate, frantic rutting as they usually enjoyed when he arrived back from a period of time away, he somehow sensed that this time, it should be special.

Shrugging off his coat and leaving it in a heap on the floor, he sat down on the side of the bed and just watched her for a moment, grinning, studying her.

"I'm going to undress you slowly, precious. Like a birthday present, a little bit at a time."

Because this time - and she'd know what he was thinking, he wasn't making any effort to hide it - this time, when he saw her naked, he'd know what she was carrying inside her, and it made things a lot more special.
Emma Frost: emma :: drainedicecoldwit on October 8th, 2009 11:06 am (UTC)
She smiled lightly at him, stretching out over the bed, but toeing off her shoes herself. If he wanted to play it a specific way, she'd let him. After the last few days, she felt up for a little bit of pampering.

A light blouse and smart pair of trousers, she didn't necessarily mind if his claws caught on them, so really, she wasn't against the undressing. Because things were changing again, and this time it was even more drastic from just the realisation that they'd gotten far deeper involved than first intended. She was already aware that he loved her; in his own, possessive, primal way. And she did indeed love him, even his possessive, primal ways.

And as she stretched herself out on the bed for him, well aware that this would not be sex like they knew previously, it wouldn't be the electric welcoming him home that they usually partook in these times, and it wouldn't be the consuming need to have and take.

Because it wasn't just that.
Victor Creed: In The Darkwatch_the_nails on October 8th, 2009 05:48 pm (UTC)
He continued to watch her as she kicked off her shoes and he shifted closer, edging towards her across the bed with fluid, languid movements, cat-like and predatory; he'd kicked off his own boots and was dressed now in his shirt and trousers, still stained with dirt and dust, but not caring how much of a mess he made on the bedsheets. He never had before, and they had laundry staff, so why he should start caring now? That wasn't something that was going to change.

He moved slowly to cover her at first, climbing over her body to place a hand either side of her shoulders, smiling down at her; he leaned down then to plant a row of kisses along her jawline, down her neck, one of his claws stroking at her collarbone as a low growl escaped his throat. His other hand reached down to her shirt, his claws finding purchase on the first button, fumbling with it until it fell open, his fingers sliding down inside the thin material.
Emma Frost: emma :: intriugedicecoldwit on October 9th, 2009 05:13 pm (UTC)
She tipped her head back as he planted kisses along her neck, giving him more access and presenting herself submissively, she knew he saw it like that, and sometimes she was content to let him have it. Like this time. Sending the quiet and simple nudge to tell him that it was okay to rip the clothes if he had to.

Shifting herself under him to brush against his body; even she didn't care about the dirt and grime, just the press of warm body to warm body. She wasn't love-struck and sappy about having him back, but there were definite good points to it.
Victor Creed: In Blackwatch_the_nails on October 9th, 2009 05:41 pm (UTC)
He didn't feel the urge to tear her clothes off, though, not this time; well, he did, but that wasn't how he wanted to play it right now. He did feel the need to indulge in some of his feral possessiveness, though, his mouth moving to the smooth, creamy skin of her neck, closing around it and pressing the very tips of his fangs against her flesh. It was his way of showing that he owned her in his own way, that she was his, staking his claim firmly but gently on her body. Even though the child they were going to have was even further proof of that.

His hand slid further down inside her shirt, his claws moving over her flesh smoothly and slowly, closing over one of her breasts; his other hand began to unfasten the rest of her buttons as carefully as he could, trying not to catch his nails in the sheer material as he did so. He pressed his body against hers as she rose to meet him, the hardness between his legs pressing at her thigh. And all the while, he purred deeply within his throat, broadcasting his pleasure, his pride.