A.n.: Own nothing, don't make any profit
He noticed the young woman enter the shabby dive bar from his booth in the corner. There was something familiar about her that he couldn't place, but it wasn't exactly painful to watch her saunter over to the bar, too much cocky confidence for her own good in a place like this. His eyes roamed her body, from her obnoxiously unnecessary black beanie, down her black polo necked shirt that showed a slim waist. Perfect for wrapping my hands around he thought as he continued down her firm ass, packed in black jeans so tight he wondered if they were painted on her. 20 eyed fucking Dr Martens completed her fuck you-outfit and he wouldn't mind heeding that call. The girl was in way over her depth and a predatory smile stretched Sabretooths lips as he thought of the ways he could teach her just how nasty the monsters goin' bump in the night could be to little girls.
He was mulling over his options of all the fun he could have when her scent hit him like a sledgehammer, his cold and calculating calm instantly replaced with blinding rage. He knew this particular bitch and what the actual fuck was she doing here? With the speed and soundless agility of a true predator he had her by her throat, pinned to the wall so fast Rogues head was spinning.
"What the fuck are you doing here, leech!" He snarled inches from her face, sharp fangs bared in a threat most people would cower for.
"Knock it off, Creed!" Rogue choked out under his iron hold on her throat. "If I were here to fight you, I wouldn't cover my entire fucking skin." She waved a gloved hand in front of his face.
Her use of his human name threw him for a loop and he let her go with a grunt. Even if she hadn't been dressed from head to toe, he could take her out in 0.4 seconds and now he was more curious than angry. He dropped her unceremoniously and she fell to her knees coughing and heaving, glaring daggers at him before she simply got up, turned her back to him and strutted to the bar. Sabretooth followed her, leaning a huge arm on the bar, his eyes trained on her as she ordered a beer and a shot of cheap bourbon, seemingly ignoring the tower of a man looming over her. Her scent gave away that she was nervous and the tanginess of it made Sabretooth inhale deeply, relishing in the discomfort she was working so hard to cover with a nonchalant facade. Rogue knocked back the shot, and the slight shiver at the harshness of the drink was a telltale sign that she wasn't used to hard liquor. A faint feeling he couldn't place at first made a corner of his mouth quirk upwards and he was surprised when he identified it as amusement.
Rogue glanced at him from the corner of her eyes and he straightened, folding his massive arms across his broad chest, staring unblinking straight at her.
"You still haven't said what you're doing here." He growled.
"And why should I? Can't a girl go out and have a beer without explaining herself?" She sassed, looking at him from under long lashes.
"Booth in the corner." He said, pointing a clawed finger to the darkest spot in the dimly lit room. She opened her mouth to protest. "It wasn't a question." He growled, cutting her off. He signaled the bartender and picked up a bottle of Bourbon, better quality than the crap she'd ordered, and two glasses and followed the tiny slip of an X-geek.
Her scent was even tangier now, not quite the bitterness of fear, but considerably tastier and a sly smile stretched his lips. This stupid venture of hers into dangerland had peaked his curiosity but he wasn't the stupid animal he had most people think he was. Sabretooth was well aware that she might have backup snooping around the corners. He slid into his seat across from her and the slight quiver of her hand when she took her glass of beer and downed a few big gulps didn't elude him. His smile widened taking on a predatory quality, displaying way too much sharp teeth for comfort.
"So you regularly go to the worst bars in town? I find that hard to believe..."
"A young woman has to do stupid things once in a while, right?" She shrugged. "Besides, with my particular mutation I'm highly unlikely to be an easy victim."
"Well, I can think of quite a few ways to have my kind of fun with you where I would hardly need to touch your skin..." He leered at her.
Rogue felt her insides turn to ice and she swallowed hard. She saw his nostrils flare, and it reminded her that he could smell her fear when his sadistic smile widened even more. How the hell had she thought that this was a good idea? Sabretooth may have trimmed his beard, cut his hair and cleaned up, ditching the fur coats but that didn't remove the fact that he was a sadistic, raping and murdering psychopath. A mercenary and contract killer. Oh yes, she'd had the lectures practically shoved down her throat and she had read his file over and over until it started to get worn out. He was her only shot at this, she reminded herself, and her stubborn determination set in. She was not going to end up tucking tail just because he was testing her with really just minor intimidation so far. Rogue took a deep breath and looked him over. He had indeed cleaned up nice. The furs had given way for a dark green t-shirt, tight enough to show all the ridges and grooves in his impossibly muscular frame. His eyes were a captivating light gray color, not animalistic but not quite human either. He was actually very good looking in a rugged kind of way, his well trimmed beard adding to that masculinity that even in this relaxed state tiptoed the line of a full blooded predator.
"Well, I guess you wouldn't believe me if I said I was here for the company." She smirked cockily, quirking a brow.
Sabretooth snorted and raised a brow. "Sorry kid, ain't buying that." There was something intriguing about this situation. Normally he wouldn't have the patience for games like this, but the woman in front of him continued to surprise and amuse him and he really wanted to se where she was going with this.
He took a swig of his whiskey as she finished her beer and he poured her a steady glass without asking if she wanted some while he mulled over how to tackle this.
"I just can't see any reason for a clean cut, innocent little do-gooder like you to wander away from your do-gooder little friends in you perfect little school and end up here, in this place." He held her gaze, challenging her.
Rogue sipped her whiskey, not averting her gaze. "Exactly! That's the point. I'm fed up with being goody two-shoes, I've been there and done that all my life. Right now I just want to be bad and this is the last place they'll come looking for me." She raised her glass to him before taking a bigger gulp followed by that shiver. She set the glass back down and snorted a quick laugh.
"Perfect little school my ass." She muttered mostly to herself. "You know, they might make it seem like the perfect little world, where everyone gets a second chance, the kids are perfectly behaved and get educated far above everyone else but the truth is that's a mansion filled with teenagers. Teenagers with superpowers. Teenagers with hormones. It's really like a fucking frat house."
"But I'm supposed to stay a virgin, it seems..." She muttered to herself, but his keen sense of hearing picked it up anyway and he cocked his head in a way that Rogue found deliciously animalistic.
Something about her swearing rubbed Sabretooth the right way. Here he was, with one of Charles little golden children and she was well on her way to being ruined with very little effort from him. Now if he could just figure out her true motive to be there, cause he still wasn't convinced this wasn't a set up.
"Do you know how my mutation works?" She asked him out of the blue.
"You're the leech." He grunted. "Anybody who touches your skin gets drained of, I don't know, their life force or something like that. And you can't control it. But I heard you took the cure. How did that work out for ya?" Sabretooth sneered, resenting that anybody would want to loose their pole position in evolution.
The girls eyes flashed wildly. "Don't you fucking dare judge me! The risk of accidentally killing someone you actually like aside, each time I'd touch someone, even as slightly as accidentally bumping into someone in the fucking line at the grocery store, I'd get a copy of their mind in my head. Permanently." She stared at him in defiance, refusing to give in and look away even as his upper lip started curling into a snarl. "You try staying sane with ten people in your head constantly. Yourself included..." she motioned in his direction with her gloved hand. "...up until I got that shot." She took another swig of the Bourbon.
The brakes slammed on Sabretooths rising temper. "From when I touched you at liberty island?" He remembered the brief contact when he strapped her to the machine. It stung like a bitch but his accelerated healing stopped it from being more than a discomfort.
"It probably saved my life." Her eyes briefly flickered to his chest before settling back at his face. She took a deep swig from her whiskey. No shivering this time. "I were dead when they pulled me from the machine, I didn't absorb anything at first 'cause I were dead. Then my heart restarted and I could borrow force enough to recover."
"Hm." Sabretooth stared at the glass he was spinning in his hands, thinking of her words. "So you absorb others mutations as well?" He wondered why she told him this. Was she really that naive, thinking he wouldn't use this against her? She could be very valuable... This cemented his conviction that she must have back up somewhere. "Still doesn't explain why you're here. Don't you live in the perfect fucking place for someone like you? Everyone has to be so understanding of your little issues." He looked around the room as he talked, trying to find whoever was with her.
She snorted at that and swiftly leaned over the table, placing her gloveless hand on his as she spoke. "I can control it better now since I got my powers back. But that doesn't help when no one dares to believe it."
He hadn't seen her slipping her glove off and it took him a second to react and yank his hand away, long enough for him to feel a tingling buzz where their skin had touched. Not at all the harsh stinging, burning sensation he remembered from last time, more like a vibration or very weak electric current. He looked at her, curling his upper lip in a snarl but it caught when she matched his grimace, showing off fangs she didn't have before. She inhaled deeply, scenting the air, as he watched her teeth sink back to normal size. She actually leered a little as she seemed to take in his scent.
"Thing is, everyone thinks I'm still walking death if touched. I have better control now and won't drain someone as fast as before but I still absorb some... whatever. There are two people that I know of that would be completely safe touching me: the Wolverine..." He grimaced at the name but she held his gaze for long moments. "...and you."
Sabretooth stared at her, incredulous as he started to comprehend where she was going with this. "Let me get this straight. So what you're really here for... " He trailed off, still unbelieving.
Rogue took another swig of her Bourbon, holding his gaze. He almost thought she wouldn't answer at all, her pause was that long, before she spoke.
"Darlin', I'm just here to fuck."