*Sulking On The Plane - For Emma*

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*Victor had barely spoken to Emma for the past couple of days, still sulking after their argument and subsequent fight; on the few occasions that he had succumbed to sleep, he'd been sleeping alone, and the enforced celibacy and frosty (no pun intended) atmosphere between the two of them was really taking its toll. Their mental exchanges had been

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*For her own part, Emma avoided thinking anything. Not about him, not to him, not for him. She was always good at the cold shoulder routine, and Victor more than deserved it. He jumped to conclusions, and while she was aware of what would happen should either of them give in to the insanity or recklessness of it and stray, he was out of order.

Emma didn't like the possessiveness going that far.

She would put her foot down and hold her ground, she knew she could do it longer than he could. He was far too prone to over-reacting. And he was far too keen on leaving his mark. One of them would cave, and it wasn't going to be her.

Which was why, when she caught him glaring at her, she glared right back, not bothering to avoid his gaze at all.*

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*He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, hating the way he was forced to sit here and put up with her glaring at him like that. Didn't she have anywhere else to look? He didn't like planes at the best of times; although he didn't have the same hatred of them as Logan and Nicky did, he still couldn't help but feel trapped inside them, cooped up and frustrated. And to be stuck in this metal tube with that ice cold bitch staring at him wasn't helping things at all. He was dangerously close to unsheathing his claws, it was instinctive. In fact, he was having to concentrate hard to keep them in.*

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*She smirked slightly, his thoughts not as well concealed as hers. A week ago, she would smirk at him, send him some of the filthiest thoughts she could and entice him to the cargo hold to work on his frustration.

At least until he threw accusations at her and then flew for her throat. She'd worked out since then just why he was leaving her bed at night, and she was sure that Victor would eventually have to figure out that the Lawyer was dream manipulator. Not really someone to piss off on a whim.

But that was his problem right now, and Emma just sighed as she started to pick at her own nails, contemplating a manicure and whether to go French or not. She wasn't even bothered with keeping her blithe thoughts away from him, letting him know that he wasn't weighing on her mind.*

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*The fact that she was barely even considering him only angered him further, although he didn't show much outward sign of his rage other than a low growl. Within his mind, though, his thoughts of her were becoming increasingly violent and depraved, his sexual urges making him picture her as his victim, imagining himself chasing her down and taking her roughly, forcefully, much like the time she'd let him play at being the victorious captor in control. Then he was pressing her up against a wall, his hands around her throat, his knees pushing their way inbetween hers as he claimed her eagerly, painfully. He didn't consciously realise it, but what he was doing was a form of attention-seeking, mentally screaming louder and louder in an effort to get her to 'listen' to him.*