Even Psychopaths Have Days Off (open)

[Victor Creed]

And now Victor could set the hook in. He was playing this whole situation and if he pushed it right, well then it would be a nice release of built up..frustration. But she still had that option to run...and it would take all of that willpower not to chase after her.

But for the moment he had her where he wanted her. He smirked again to the shiver he was able to coerse out of her. This was going to be fun. "You really aren't the running type are you?" He hadn't expected her to run at all. Maybe stab him and walk away...but run, never. And it was that firey spirit that made him want her more. Of course he had no intention of dousing that fire...he only wanted to encourage it. Maybe show her what she was missing on the 'evil' side of life. Granted he didn't see her as the goody two shoe type, she did kill people for a living after all. But there still seemed to be a bit of a 'I can't give into those desires' aspect in her that he wondered if she even realized. It had to have been that little aspect that kept her from completely melting to his advances. Victor lured plenty of damaged 'daddy's girl's in this manner and they would have already had him naked and in bed by now.

Creed was enjoying the challenge though. He would stay in that lingering position, taking in small sniffs of the air to enjoy the fragrance of her scent...but other than that he made no real advancements. Oh yes, such wonderful dark tension and he was enjoying every moment of it.

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Merfonde was smirking again, holding back a chuckle. "I'm hurt. You honestly didn't think I was? " He was right to assume she'd probably just stab him and walk away if something happened. And when she did run, she only did it so she wouldn't get caught. Right now... She didn't mind being caught. As long as he didn't try to kill her.

Victor wasn't making any more advances. A little surprising to say the least, since he didn't seem like the patient type. And yet there he was, completely content with the closeness and her scent. She continued to watch him, her hands finally moving from her concealed weapons. "Enjoying yourself?" She only spoke for one reason, to see if she could provoke him to do something, to make an advance.

She waited for his reaction, boredom setting in. He might be enjoying himself, but his actions weren't holding her own attention. Even with the tension in the air, it wouldn't take him long to realize he was starting to bore this action oriented woman. If he wanted to keep her attention, he'd better do something a little more interesting then smell her.

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[Victor Creed]

Content with the tension he was, but it seemed the little Bunny wasn't going to do anything about it. The tone of her voice betrayed her boredom of the situation. And there was the Merfonde he knew, the tough uncrackable cookie. Once you thought you had her pegged, she changed the rules. Irritated the hell out of him. Her comment brought a slight snarl to his lips. Here he was vaguely trying to be a gentleman, letting her 'agree' before he made another move, and she wasn't appreciating or responding to it in the least.

He contemplated just leaving her there completely. Growing irritated with the situation didn't really make him want to participate any longer. But what was the fun in that? He would just have to push a few more buttons and see what she would do about it.

His hand was on the move again, this time at her shoulder. Fingers rested there only a moment before a single claw was used to tear at the seam of that black shirt she wore. If she didn't interupt him he kept at it, splitting it in two all the way down to the end of the sleeve at her wrist. How was that for interesting?

[mero]

It was funny that he hadn't expected to lose Merfonde's attention so quickly. He should have learned by now that if you didn't do something interesting, she'd move on to something more exciting. His snarl made her grin a little, amused by his sudden frustration. If she was interested in a gentleman, she wouldn't be here, now would she?

The sound of ripping fabric made her blink, then chuckle softly. She didn't try to stop him, just watched and chuckled as he continued to tear the fabric. "You do realize this is the only shirt I brought with me. Do you plan on replacing it with one of your own, or going to get me a new one?" Both her eyebrows lifted. Actually, she didn't seem all that concerned about her shirt... Again, she was more interested in seeing if she could... nudge him in the right direction.

She could always try to give even more hints, but right now? She was more interested in seeing what he'd do, knowing that she was letting him have his way with out any resistance. For now...

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((Gah... Sorry for the sucky post O.o))

[Victor Creed]

Though victor was far from being a true gentleman. He had seemed to control himself in a manner. Or perhaps she kept part of him calm? If that was the case well then that was a plus for him. At least he could keep those pesky voices quieted down. Not that Victor ever believed that the 'voices' in his head were anything more than just impulses urging him in certain directions.

"You'll have to earn it." He smirked again as he referenced to the usage of one of his own shirts. She'd surely be able to swim in it but he wasn't against letting her have one...if she made it worth his while. Though how she would earn the shirt...well that was up to her.

His other hand went to work then, doing the same as before. A single claw trailing down the seam of her shirt and tearing it apart, actually careful not to cut her in any manner. He wondered how she would react to this maneuver. She could either cover herself as the front of her shirt would surely fall forward. Or deck him for the gall he had to do such a thing. Either way it would be interesting...and he had a nice view for however long it would last.

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Merfonde had only ever seen Victor in this semi-calm state. He'd only made one 'sort of' attempt on her life thus far, and it'd been a pretty pathetic one at that. It was strange, considering he was infamous for his mad outbursts, and yet she'd never seen one...

His comment made her chuckle. "Of course. You don't seem the type to give things away for free." She sat completely still in the arm chair, seemingly relaxed with her arms laying on the rests, wrists turned just enough that he could follow the seams with ease. Her hazel eyes just followed his hands as the carefully sliced through the fabric. Like their first meeting, he was unusually cautious, careful to make sure he didn't do the same to her skin. Again, it puzzled her. Was it possible for this man to have a 'soft' side?

Her thoughts vanished with out a trace when she felt the front of her shirt finally lose against gravity. Instantly, she smirked, looking far to smug for someone in her situation. Why? Well, Victor probably wouldn't be getting an eyeful of what he'd expected. She was a mercenary after all, and was much better armed today then she had that first time. Of course she had a weapon harness on under her black shirt. She was still a woman though, but the harden leather was a bit more eye catching then the matching black bra.

"Am I supposed to be shy?" She knew he was waiting for some sort of reaction, so, obviously, she wasn't going to give him the one he expected. Still, it made her wonder what he had expected. Was she supposed to turn red with embarrassment and try to cover up? Was she supposed to be embarrassed at all? That was how normal women would react... Right?

Thankfully, Merfonde wasn't a normal woman.

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[Victor Creed]

Did she really want to see him as a raging lunatic? It could be arranged especially as she started to annoy him. Her lack of responses were...irritating. Much like a cat Victor enjoyed prey that reacted. Once the mouse was dead...there was no point in poking at it any further. Speaking of Mouse...he wondered if that frail girl had survived her encounter with him. With no retribution from Logan...who knew. .

But back to the task at hand. It didn't surprise Creed to see the weapons harness wrapped against her. It only made him smirk since it seemed she finally decided to be more prepared. Not that he seemed in all too much of a hurry to hurt her. Well...hurt her maliciously at any rate. Though he didn't get as much of a view as he might have hoped...the clevage from that bra was a nice enough sight. And if he really intended on completely taking what he wanted...well events would be very different right now. But Victor was calm and calculating...which was rare in its own right.

"Shy? No Bunny, shy doesn't work for you. But some reaction would be nice." He smirked still as he turned around that chair, in one fluid motion. He loomed over her like an animal that just cornered their prey. Those large hands of his were placed on the back of the chair, each one on either side of her head. He moved his right hand back from the chair, keeping himself braced up with the other, to place his index finger under Merfonde's chin. Lifting her chin slightly those dark amber eyes stared into her own wild hazel ones. "Almost make me think you don't want to be here." His voice was soft volumed but far from gentle sounding as it ended with a slight growl. Victor lingered there for a moment, letting some tension build up while their faces lingered so closely.

Then he kissed her.

Perhaps this was a more appropriate 'first kiss', it was far from being the forced one he had given her before. But it wasn't quite a timid 'I'm afraid you wont kiss me back' sort of kiss either. Because if she didn't...well then she might just start another game that would probably injure her, at the least, and trash his cabin in the process. No, this kiss had brutish confidence behind it and determination to bring the poor little Bunny into the embracing claws of the beast that was Victor Creed.