Victoria Creed was, undoubtedly, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was curled up against his side in a pair of tight blue jeans and a pale, pink tank top. Their bodies lounged together with flawless ease as they watched another episode of C.S.I. The lights were dimmed and several candles were lit. All in all, it was a rather romantic scene. Except for the large blond man snarling in the corner.

Victor Creed refused to leave him alone with his daughter! When Aiden questioned her about his curious behavior, she merely resonded, "he's just being protective." Well, Aiden had decided he was a real mood killer. So the lights were dimmed due to the fact that both Tori and her father had exquisite night sight and the only reason the candles were lit was because Aiden kept walking into things. Even so, the brunette had been, thus far, unsuccessful in his attempts to steal a kiss from the pouty, pink lips of his girlfriend.

A deeper pitched growling emitted from the fanged man in the corner. Aiden must have subconsciously licked his lips when thinking about Tori. He removed his hand from her hip and the growling subsided. Honestly, did the man have to growl at everything he did? At dinner earlier, he had reached for the biscuits before Victoria had sat down all the way and had receieved a very ferocious growl. Even earlier than that, when he had shown up at the door with a bagful of chocolate covered goodies in his hand and a bunch of daisies in the other, he was nearly assaulted by the man! He had, of course, learned out later on that Victoria was allergic to chocolate and abhorred daisies, but that was no excuse for the man to nearly eat his brains!

"Get me a drink Aiden?" Her whispered words were barely heard over the television and, not for the first time, Aiden wished for her superior hearing.

"Sure." He answered, sliding off of the couch before heading towards the kitchen. The tall brunette stepped into the kitchen and opened the fridge. A multitude of beverages met his yes. Which one did she want?

He stared blankly into the fridge. Half of him said to just pick one at random while the other half told him to go ask. He was torn between the two options. He actually turned around to head back to the living room to ask Victoria when Victor stepping into the doorway. Grab a drink at random or go around him? He decided to try his hand at a random choice.

"Apple juice." Aiden paused, what did he just say?

"Excuse me?" He questioned cautiously, afraid that the other man would snap and go on a murdering spree in his own home. Unlikely yes, but who says fears are rational?

"She likes apple juice," He was speaking again, his voice was almost a purr, "tall glass filled half way with ice."

Aiden took his advice. He reached into the cabinet and pulled out the tallest glass he could find before filling it to half way with ice. Apple juice was poured over top and he stuck a straw in for good effect. The straw was plucked from the glass by a taloned hand.

"Hates straws." Okay, bad effect.

"I don't seem to be very good at this whole 'boyfriend' thing." Aiden mumbled, feeling quite miserable, "maybe I should just give up while I'm ahead."

"Do that and I'll rip off your balls." Aiden froze. Say what?

"Excuse me?" He looked utterly bewildered. The blond repeated the message.

"If you cut out on her now, I'll rip off your balls," Seeing that Aiden was still very confused, Victor continued, "Too many boys have gotten her all worked up and then cut out on her. I may not like you, but she does. If it makes my baby girl happy, then you are gonna stick around for a while."

The brunette thought about the blue eyed man's words all night. He was still thinking about them when he kissed Tori good night and when he crawled into his own bed. Yes, he was getting mixed signals from her father, but damn it all if he wasn't completely floored by the fact that she liked him.