Witchkat
Witchkat could smell a new scent on him. Slowly she sat up, drawing her knees up to her chest. An inexplicable feeling hit her. Jealousy. Could she truly be jealous that this man of whom she was so scared had been with another woman? She kept her eyes on the floor.
Slowly, Sabretooth sat next to her on the bed, his fingers playing through her hair, loosening it. With suprising gentleness, he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"Kat. Look at me."
He commanded.
Slowly, her gaze traveled up, up to his. Dark, troubled green eyes met dark gold.
"Kat...is what Spell told me true?"
He asked.
X-Men
Before any could say a word, the room filled with black smoke.
"You were always one for dramatic entrances, old friend. I trust you know of our problem?"
Charles said in a friendly voice as the smoke cleared.
Spell smiled.
"Of course. And I am sorry to say that it was my unfortunate dark side that caused it."
She drew a deep breath.
"Dark gave the girl to him. Do you know of the more serious problem?"
"She is pregnant?"
Wolverine said, sarcastically.
"Well, there is that, but no. She is in love with him."
Spell said, mirth slightly edging her voice. Charles hid his face in his hands.
"Is there anything which you would like me to tell him? Anything that you think would keep the girl safe? Besides the fact that he wouldn't risk angering me by harming her unless he was drunk, which he does seem to be a lot lately."
Wolverine snarled.
"You're friends with him?"
His voice was serious, filled with anger and disbelief. How could Charles have let one of the enemy, one who sympathized with Sabretooth into the mansion? He extened his claws. Spell extended hers.