Victor stood under the spray letting the hot water relax him a bit. He ducked his head under the water letting it trail down his back and his hair fell around his face in long tangles. He opened his eyes and watched the blood and grime wash away from him and swirl around the drain then disappear. He looked over at the various shampoos, conditioners and soaps. "They had thought of everything." He said to himself. He had everything he'd ever need for male personal grooming, right down to a toothbrush and toothpaste. "How much shit does one man need." he asked himself.
After his shower he stood at the bathroom door holding a hair brush. He stared at it in his hand. ("Why the fuck do we care what that frail thinks?") Sabertooth hissed in his head. He was lost in his thoughts and jumped when his cell door opened.
Sara wasn't ready for the sight that greeted her. He stood there with only a pair of draw string scrub pants on. He had shaved his long beard into a neatly trimmed goatee and even tamed down his unruly eyebrows. He looked like a totally different man. "Holy Shit!" was her only thought as she stared at him. She took him in from head to toe. His bare chest had light blond hair that she wanted to run her hands through. She swallowed hard looking at the scrub pants hanging low on his hips. She mentally shook herself and smiled up at him. "You're his doctor! Not a horny teenager." She yelled to herself. "Feel better?" she asked pushing the cart in. "I have your lunch and some clean sheets for your bed." She looked at him just standing there and saw the brush in his hand. "You want me to help you with that?" She asked pulling a chair over to him. She took the brush from him and gently grabbed his hand. She pulled him to the chair and got him to set. It was such a strange feeling leading this giant of a man around like a child. She stood behind him running her fingers through his hair and brushing it. Grabbing long locks she brushed out every tangle while talking to him. He was relaxed and had his eyes closed. "You should use some conditioner the next time. It'll help with the tangles." She had brushed his hair until it was completely dry; it lay around his shoulders and down his back in golden waves.
"I'm fixing stake for dinner. You want to tell me how you like it cooked?" She knew how he liked his food but she'd hope that question would get him talking. She moved to uncover his lunch but his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. She didn't even jump or try to pull away from him. The lack of fear enraged the Sabertooth in his head. ("She should fear us!") he growled. Victor shook his head and pulled her between his long legs. He moved slowly to her belly and lifted up her t-shirt. He let her wrist go and ran his large hand over her unblemished soft skin. "What's your name?" he asked in a raw unused voice. Her heart nearly stopped again at the sound of his deep voice. "Sara…Sara Callaway." She said softly watching him pull her shirt back down. "What are you?" he asked looking up into her glowing eyes. He was the second man to ask her that this week. "I'm the person sent here to help you." She said smiling at him. He sat back in the chair and looked at her. "Rare." He said after a long moment of studying her. She tilted her head to the side a bit. "I like my stake barely cooked just enough to warm the meat." She gave him a dazzling smile. "You got it Tiger."
