Another Bar Another Night (Jean)

[Jean Grey]

She was surprised at his speed as he gripped her by the hair. She could feel his claws near her scalp as he pulled her towards him rougher than Jean was used to. She knew Jean would have hated it but the Phoenix loved every second of the interaction. She smiled as he growled in her ear. The rougher the better for her. Her body was tensed up but it was just ready for what he had in store next. She whispered in his ear seductively.

"Like I said. I like danger. And you're the right amount of danger a girl like me is looking for."

As she said this her hand went to his throat. She put slight pressure on it as she dug her nails into his skin but it was more of a caress than anything. Oh she could be rough if she wanted to but right now she was just having fun provoking him on.This was going to be a fun night she knew that. She was happy that Jean had decided to go to the bar tonight. If she hadn't she would have never have met this animal who had her in an embrace she was enjoying so much. The wicked grin appeared on her lips again.

[Victor Creed]

Victor had to admit that surprised him. He hadn't expected her to grab him like that. Of course if he didn't care about the scene it would cause he would have already backhanded her for it. But he didn't need a room full of humans to deal with because he was being 'abusive'.

But it seemed he had found quite the catch tonight. What wicked things he could do to her. He wasn't too much a fan of the grip on his neck though. Sure, her nails in his skin were invited...but this was a little inappropriate. He growled to her again, Victor was the dom here and he wasn't going to let her forget that. She could bite and claw all she wanted, and he'd encourage it, but he was still the 'alpha'. His other hand moved to grab her wrist, his grip squeezed to encourage her to let him go or he may just break her wrist.

"Seems to me you're looking more for a bit of obedience training." A wicked grin was on those lips as those deep words were spoken into her ear. While his one hand was still firmly grasped into her hair he used the leverage to tilt her head, just enough for him to strike. Sharp teeth were pressed against her neck then, and while he bit hard upon that flesh he was careful not to break her skin...for now. Though that bite alone was meant to leave a dark bruise, a nice parting gift perhaps if they were suddenly interupted.

[Jean Grey]

Her hand let go of his neck but she wasn't done yet. He would have to wait until later for her to release her dominant side. He probably wouldn't like it but she didn't care. He pulled her hair harder and pain shot through her scalp as she felt his claws dig into her skin a little deeper. It only made her smile even more. But the one thing that made her gasp was when he bit her neck. He didn't break the skin but she knew it would leave a bruise. She also knew that when Logan saw it he would be mad.

"Maybe you can teach me. I was never one to obey anyone."

Obedience wasn't in the Phoenix's vocabulary. She didn't know the meaning of the word and didn't want to know it. She was a free spirit but right now she would play Victor's game. As long as she got what she wanted. And she was determined to get what she wanted. She always did. Jean would just have to sit back and enjoy the ride. She wouldn't enjoy it she knew that but she had no choice now. The Phoenix was back but no one had to know that just yet. She hissed into his ear at that moment.

"Its a little crowded in here don't you think?"

[Victor Creed]

"I've always enjoyed a challenge." He spoke back to her with a hidden smirk. But once she mentioned that the area was crowded, well he had to agree. Somewhere more private he would be able to do what he wanted with her. Which meant that they had to find someplace more private than his truck. Too bad really. Oh well, more fun to be had.

"Maybe a little. I'm gonna guess you'd rather go to my place than yours." He chuckled a bit, though the odd chance of Logan getting a glimpse of them together was rather tempting. Oh well, later.

For now he had to show the red head just how fun it was to 'obey'. Granted he'd enjoy the resistance to that teaching just as much.

Victor's grip upon her hair was loosened and finally let her go. He leaned backward and then fished into the pocket of those military grade pants to leave money for both of their drinks and a decent tip. It was more to get them going sooner rather than later, than to actually buy her drinks. Once that was taken care of he slipped off of his bar stool. A roll of his shoulders was given to let that overcoat of his settled upon his shoulders better.

He headed to the door. Whether she followed or not seemed to not be an issue for him, he assumed she would. But once he reached the door he held it open for her. Can't say he wasn't a gentlemen...in some respects.

[Jean Grey]

The idea had passed her mind on taking Victor back to the mansion. Jean was inside her mind screaming in protest but the Phoenix pushed her back farther behind a wall. Oh how funny it would be for Logan to see Victor and his precious Jean together. A grin spread across her lips but she decided against it. That would only cause more problems for her and she didn't need any while she was still hiding.

As Victor let her go and stood up she leaned back and downed the rest of her beer. He paid for both of their drinks and put his coat on. She had to admire his frame. It was clear that he was nothing but pure muscles under those clothes. The red haired woman shivered in anticipation. She grabbed her purse and threw it onto her shoulder as she walked behind him towards the door. He held it open and she smiled him a thank you as she walked though the door. There was a little more sway in her step as she walked. Her skirt seemed shorter and her cami seemed tighter than before. Her hair was a mess of red tousles that looked like flames.

"Your place would be better. Don't want to scare the children at the mansion. Well, not tonight anyways."

[Victor Creed]

Victor led the way to the apartment he had set up a few blocks away. Given that the Brotherhood's base wasn't really accessible, a nicer place to sleep while out was nice to have. He wasn't much of a conversationalist as they walked into the building and went up the stairs. He opened the door rather unceremoniously, letting her walk in ahead of him.

The lights were off and before Jean would have had the moment or two to adjust her eyes Victor grabbed her arm. The door had been shut swiftly behind them and now the poor girl was stuck between that very door and the two hundred and seventy five pound man of muscle. A savage kiss to her lips had pinned her more in place while he used his shoulders mainly to shrug off the overcoat he wore. Once that was gone those claws turned their attention to her and her clothes. If she wasn't careful he'd just cut them to shreds to get at what he wanted. He could be careful enough to cut those clothes and not her skin, but she'd be silly to think that there wouldn' t be any blood shed tonight.

[Jean Grey]

The Phoenix could feel Jean scratching at the wall she had put up for the night. She just smirked and pushed her back even more. Not like she would remember much of this night anyways. The Phoenix just wanted a little fun and jean was too boring for her. Victor on the other hand he was just her style. He was dangerous and menacing. He was also handsome and riddled with muscle that was used for killing and maiming. A smile played across her lips at the thought of the fun she was going to have tonight. She could taste the blood already.

They hadn't walked for long when they came up on an apartment building. Oh what would his neighbors think after tonight? He led the way and let her into his apartment. It was dark and before she knew it she was pinned up against the door as he ripped at her clothes. She threw them off so he wouldn't rip them to shreds. She needed to wear something home. The Phoenix returned the kiss just as viciously as he gave it. Her fingers claws into his skin, pulling him closer to her. She glanced at the claws marks she had made and was pleased to see trickles of blood. There would be more later she knew that but she was just happy that she had been the first to draw. The night faded around them in an intense heat.

((And we Fade to Black lol))

[Victor Creed]

Many hours later and the two of them had managed to fall asleep. Though certainly the poor girl couldn't keep up with a man that had nearly unending stamina. But with the girl unreactive, what was the fun in that? So the beast of a man slept. And even as she stirred he'd still sleep. Instincts within him was aware of her movement but he remained in such a sleeping manner.

The apartment was quite the sight. Lamps were on the ground and blankets and sheets were everywhere. Thankfully they managed to keep a few on the bed. But that bed, was a sight from a horror movie. Splatters of blood littered the bedspread. Most of that blood would have been Jeans, thanks to Victor's healing ability. Any wound she had managed to place upon him had been healed almost as soon as she created it.

Poor Jean on the other hand, would be left battered, bruised and certainly sore. All superficial really and would heal given time. Though the 'main attraction' that had been left on her body, that Victor was particularly proud of, was a deep claw mark left on her hip. There was no doubt it would leave a scar. Luckily for her Victor's claws were so sharp that as long as she wasn't too active, the wound wouldn't reopen after that intial pouring of blood. It was a piece of artwork with how those claws had dug into her hip then trailed around it leaving four distinct lines. While Logan's trademark was always the three clawed slashes, Victor's always came with four. Just another way to one up the runt.

[Jean Grey]

The red haired woman stirred from her deep slumber. She stretched her arms and winced at the slight pain that was in her limbs. It brought a smile to her face though as she remembered how she got so sore and bruised. She looked down at her body and the smeared blood that was there. She couldn't very well leave his apartment looking like this. Her eyes looked over at the animal still sleeping. Oh he had done a number on her last night and if he hadn't healed so fast he would have had some new marks as well.

She got up and made her way to the bathroom, stepping over lamps and chair as she went. The apartment looked like a tornado had ripped through it. She walked into the bathroom and turned the water on. She looked at herself in the mirror. The Phoenix smiled back at her as she wiped some of the blood away. That was when her eyes fell to the new scar she was sure to have. Four distinct claw marks ripped through her hip. She knew if she moved too much it would open again but she was so tempted to go and wake the animal for another go. She smiled and climbed into the shower.

[Victor Creed]

He slept much like a cat, on the outside he was asleep while on the inside those senses were still on alert. Victor heard the water start to run in the bathroom. Odd. She even stayed to take a shower? That was interesting. He figured after a night like that she would have gathered her clothes and ran off. They usually did, but this is seemed to be different. He had to investigate. Victor pushed himself out of bed then stretched and rolled his shoulders in an attempt to loosen them.

He moved over to the bathroom with skillful movement. It took skill not to make a sound considering the furniture that littered the room. He walked into that same bathroom as eyes glanced over to the shower. He saw that naked silohette within and watched her for a long moment. Perhaps something sentimental could have crept into his mind except that lustful instincts quickly took over. The sight was just a little too tempting to leave alone.

It would almost seem like he had read her mind as he slipped into the shower with her. Though this time he would have to be a little more careful...lest he ruin his artwork.

[Jean Grey]

The hot water ran down her sore body as she stepped in. It stung as it hit the many scratches she had but it stung worse as it hit the deep claw marks that ravaged her body. She washed herself free of the many blood smears that covered her well toned body. He had been rough but she had loved every minute of it. She washed her body but was careful as she went over the thin lines. She laughed to herself as she thought of the look on Logan's face when he saw the gashes Victor had left in his precious Jean. Oh how angry he was going to be. It just made it even better.

She turned around as she heard the shower door opened. She smiled as she saw Victor stepping in. She admired his well muscled body. Her hands ran over his chest and around his neck as she pulled him to her in a vicious kiss. She wasn't done with him yet. She pushed him against the wall of the shower and showed him how dominant she could be. She had let him be the dominant one last night. She had let him through her aound like a rag doll. Now it was her turn.

[Victor Creed]

After their little romp in the shower, Victor had already dried himself off and clothed himself. He was working the last of the buttons on his shirt when he saw Jean emerge into view again.

"So, you never introduced yourself to me." Curiousity had preoccupied his mind and he wanted to know who this woman was. Amber eyes turned to look at her with seriousness, and before she could rant about him forgetting her name or something he continued. "You aren't the girl that walked into that bar and started talkin to me. And you can't expect me to believe that you are."

Sure Victor couldn't read minds and even if he could he wouldn't dare try. But pure decades of experience and observation told him something was up with this girl. Problem would be if she could actually answer that question or not. Once that shirt was buttoned he folded his arms over that broad chest of his while that piercing gaze followed her through the room. He wondered if he really wanted to know the answer to this or not. Not that it really mattered. His whole intention had been to piss off Logan, and certainly it was only a matter of time before he heard the Runt screaming his name.

But even he had to admit that he enjoyed himself last night, and not many girls could keep up with him, at least as much as she managed to. Wait...was he getting attached? No, never. Wasn't that the first rule of being evil? Don't get attached to the ones you plan to kill?

Yea that was the plan. He'd wait for Logan to find him and they'd have one of their fights. Always fun. And then when the Runt least expected it, the girl'd be dead and lying in a place Logan'd surely find her...eventually.

[Jean Grey]

After the eventful and rough shower her and Victor had she walked out and started to get dressed in the clothes that had some rips and snags in them. She brushed her hair out with her fingers and looked at her reflection in the mirror. There were clear bruises and scratches all over her. Some were new and some were from last night. The most prominent bruise was on her neck where he had first bit her. She would be lying if she had said that she didn't enjoy herself. It was the most fun she had had with a guy in a long time. It was a rare occasion when the Phoenix came out to have fun unless it had to do with killing and maiming.

She turned around as she heard Victor's question. She was surprised that he had noticed that she was a different person than the girl who had walked into the bar. But at the same time she wasn't surprised because she knew Jean would never have done anything that the Phoenix had done last night or even this morning in the shower. Jean was conservative and liked the 'Make Love' instead of just go wild. Did he really want to know who she was now? Should she even tell him? She knew he would get a kick out of it and maybe she could keep him around for some more fun in the future. She turned her sultry eyes on him and there was that wicked grin again on her luscious lips.

"You're right I'm not Jean. Jean would never act like this or do anything that we did last night. I don't really have a name. But throughout the years people have called me The Phoenix."

She sat down on his bed and crossed her legs. Her skirt sliding farther up and revealing her long legs even more. She knew he would look but she didn't care. She liked Victor and that was a first for her to like anyone. She would usually only go for a play thing but Victor could keep up with her. If she dealt out something he would deal it out twice over. Her mind rolled around the many ideas she had for him in the future. Of all the pain and bruises and blood that would be spilled.

[Victor Creed]

The Phoenix huh? Strange. But he was glad that she was being more forward with him. Mainly because he didn't like having the wool pulled over his eyes. Though it was rather comical, that a girl that was 'friends' with Logan would have a split personality. One to fit in well with the runt, he assumed, and one that liked the darker more animalistic side of things.

"The Phoenix? Interesting name." He wondered how that became a name all on its own but it really didn't matter, did it? As enticing as she was, he wasn't planning on going out of his way to see her again. That wasn't his style.

Victor was actually a little relieved that this woman that he spent the night with wasn't Jean. For more than one reason.

His eyes did indeed travel to where the skirt revealed more of those soft legs. If she wasn't careful she'd be out of those clothes again. She really should know better than to tempt a beast like him so much. Just might leave her without any clothes at all and she'd have to go home in what extra clothes he had. Tempting...

[Jean Grey]

"I don't mind the name. Its defined as immortality, passion, fire, and intensity. Everything I'm made up of. Well, that and more."

The Phoenix looked him over and her longing for his body soon came again. She really should be getting back to the mansion and let poor little Jean out of her cage. She would be hidden in the background watching to see what her reaction would be to the new accessories Victor had given her. But even more amusing would be Logan's reaction. Especially to the gashes on her hip. She had to admit that they were well made and not jagged like someone who was careless. She would wear them proudly.

She leaned back a little on the bed and looked at Victor again. Maybe she could stay for a little bit longer. One more go with the beast and maybe she would be satisfied. But with her that was a hard thing to do. She just wanted more blood and pain. Her two favorite things. She shook her hair out and the fire burned in her eyes again. It was the fire of her power and her personality. She would be sure to see this man again. He intrigued her and that was a hard thing to do.

"Well are you just gonna stand over there all day? Or are we gonna have a little more fun before I leave?"