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And I don't want the world to see me
Cuz I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am -Goo Goo Dolls "Iris"
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Sick of watching from the sidelines, Sabertooth took his beer and moved to sit with Ororo on the booth. She stared at him with shock and awe as he acted like he belonged next to her. Storm felt her heart racing as she thought about the intense dream. She could feel her need rise, knowing full well he could smell it.
Victor kept a cool head, how he maintained it, he didn't know. Her need was pushing all the other smells away, leaving him to drown in it. His black eyes locked onto her icy blue ones, watching the emotions play in them. He was losing himself in those beautiful eyes.
"You're dead." It was a simple statement, not a real point, just a statement.
"Never was. Generate too fast to die." This was unlike him, keeping a civilized conversation. There was always some form of a threat in his.
"That's mutation for you," she needed a swig. She drained a good portion of the beer, hating the taste it had but loving the sensation that flowed through her. Though it wasn't like her to consume beer, she could drink a few before she got drunk.
Some noise caught both of their attentions. She barely glanced up, noticing the men were still staring at her despite what she had said. *They must be very drunk to not know what a mutant is,* she thought. *Maybe they'll pass out soon. Right now I'm having too much to worry about as it is,* she glanced quickly at her companion then back to the beer.
Her uneasiness didn't go unnoticed by Victor. No, as much as he'd love to gotten up and ripped their eyes out and shoved them down their throats, he saw this as an opportunity. "Are they bothering you Ororo?" Her name slipped off his tongue like water, rain water to be more precise. He loved her name, so different from his common name, Victor.
*What is he getting at? What's he. oooh!* He slid across the booth so he was next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Ororo's heartbeat shot through the roof, she definitely wasn't calm anymore. *Why fight this anymore?* Ororo laid her head down on his shoulder, making it obvious whose she was.
Sabertooth was expecting a lightning bolt to hit him from who knows where. Even if she did enjoy his company, there was no way in hell he would've guessed she would've shot him before she let him touch her. He wasn't complaining either. Hell no! He was pretty much purring on the spot. *You are really turning soft Creed.* "Come on, I'm sick of them staring at you."
"I think we're getting a bit possessive here don't ya think?" Her speech was ever so slightly slurred. She liked the feel of his arm around her. She enjoyed how he was being so protective of her, even if he was from the Brotherhood. Thinking of the Brotherhood triggered a chain of events. First the Brotherhood brought up the fight, the fight brought up the X-Men, the X- Men brought up Logan, Logan brought up the bar, the bar brought up the time of 11:30pm-12pm. *That's when he usually gets here! Shit!*
"We have to get out of here before..shit!" Logan had just strolled in. It didn't take him too long to notice the two in the back. "I'm gonna be in for it."
Logan grabbed Ororo's wrist, yanking her away from Sabertooth. Ororo pretty much fell into Logan, she was yanked so hard it hurt. The beer was kicking in, but it wasn't enough to make her drunk. Just testy and rather dazed.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Why the fuck are you near him?" Ororo wanted so badly then to slap him with a lightning bolt.
"You don't control my life." She stated simply, yanking her arm out of his grasp. "I'll date whomever I please." *Damn that didn't come out right.* Sabertooth rose to his feet, standing in the way of Ororo and Logan. It had taken him too long to find her and now that she was with him, there was no way in fucking hell that he was going to rip them apart.
"Don't touch her," his growl was met with one of Logan's own. His dark ones let off one emotion, possession. Logan could smell Victor's need for Ororo and her's for him. It almost made him question her drunkenness at that point.
"Ro, how many beers have you had?"
"You can smell it, you take a guess." He was ruining Storm's mood quickly; her eyes and the weather showed it. A light white fog had settled over her blue eyes, but not to it's fullest yet. Also, instead of rain, there was now hail the size of golf balls pelting the earth outside along with the shack of a bar. *You are ticking me off fast.* With her best efforts to see past her lover, her glare gave Sabertooth's back that directed it to the unsuspecting Logan the 'I will kill you if you don't leave now' death stare.
"You're not thinking clearly, we should get you home." Logan tried to reason with her, though Sabertooth's large form didn't exactly make it the easiest. Logan got one quick glimpse of Storm and her eyes. He wished he had never come out for a drink tonight.
And I don't want the world to see me
Cuz I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am -Goo Goo Dolls "Iris"
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Sick of watching from the sidelines, Sabertooth took his beer and moved to sit with Ororo on the booth. She stared at him with shock and awe as he acted like he belonged next to her. Storm felt her heart racing as she thought about the intense dream. She could feel her need rise, knowing full well he could smell it.
Victor kept a cool head, how he maintained it, he didn't know. Her need was pushing all the other smells away, leaving him to drown in it. His black eyes locked onto her icy blue ones, watching the emotions play in them. He was losing himself in those beautiful eyes.
"You're dead." It was a simple statement, not a real point, just a statement.
"Never was. Generate too fast to die." This was unlike him, keeping a civilized conversation. There was always some form of a threat in his.
"That's mutation for you," she needed a swig. She drained a good portion of the beer, hating the taste it had but loving the sensation that flowed through her. Though it wasn't like her to consume beer, she could drink a few before she got drunk.
Some noise caught both of their attentions. She barely glanced up, noticing the men were still staring at her despite what she had said. *They must be very drunk to not know what a mutant is,* she thought. *Maybe they'll pass out soon. Right now I'm having too much to worry about as it is,* she glanced quickly at her companion then back to the beer.
Her uneasiness didn't go unnoticed by Victor. No, as much as he'd love to gotten up and ripped their eyes out and shoved them down their throats, he saw this as an opportunity. "Are they bothering you Ororo?" Her name slipped off his tongue like water, rain water to be more precise. He loved her name, so different from his common name, Victor.
*What is he getting at? What's he. oooh!* He slid across the booth so he was next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Ororo's heartbeat shot through the roof, she definitely wasn't calm anymore. *Why fight this anymore?* Ororo laid her head down on his shoulder, making it obvious whose she was.
Sabertooth was expecting a lightning bolt to hit him from who knows where. Even if she did enjoy his company, there was no way in hell he would've guessed she would've shot him before she let him touch her. He wasn't complaining either. Hell no! He was pretty much purring on the spot. *You are really turning soft Creed.* "Come on, I'm sick of them staring at you."
"I think we're getting a bit possessive here don't ya think?" Her speech was ever so slightly slurred. She liked the feel of his arm around her. She enjoyed how he was being so protective of her, even if he was from the Brotherhood. Thinking of the Brotherhood triggered a chain of events. First the Brotherhood brought up the fight, the fight brought up the X-Men, the X- Men brought up Logan, Logan brought up the bar, the bar brought up the time of 11:30pm-12pm. *That's when he usually gets here! Shit!*
"We have to get out of here before..shit!" Logan had just strolled in. It didn't take him too long to notice the two in the back. "I'm gonna be in for it."
Logan grabbed Ororo's wrist, yanking her away from Sabertooth. Ororo pretty much fell into Logan, she was yanked so hard it hurt. The beer was kicking in, but it wasn't enough to make her drunk. Just testy and rather dazed.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Why the fuck are you near him?" Ororo wanted so badly then to slap him with a lightning bolt.
"You don't control my life." She stated simply, yanking her arm out of his grasp. "I'll date whomever I please." *Damn that didn't come out right.* Sabertooth rose to his feet, standing in the way of Ororo and Logan. It had taken him too long to find her and now that she was with him, there was no way in fucking hell that he was going to rip them apart.
"Don't touch her," his growl was met with one of Logan's own. His dark ones let off one emotion, possession. Logan could smell Victor's need for Ororo and her's for him. It almost made him question her drunkenness at that point.
"Ro, how many beers have you had?"
"You can smell it, you take a guess." He was ruining Storm's mood quickly; her eyes and the weather showed it. A light white fog had settled over her blue eyes, but not to it's fullest yet. Also, instead of rain, there was now hail the size of golf balls pelting the earth outside along with the shack of a bar. *You are ticking me off fast.* With her best efforts to see past her lover, her glare gave Sabertooth's back that directed it to the unsuspecting Logan the 'I will kill you if you don't leave now' death stare.
"You're not thinking clearly, we should get you home." Logan tried to reason with her, though Sabertooth's large form didn't exactly make it the easiest. Logan got one quick glimpse of Storm and her eyes. He wished he had never come out for a drink tonight.