Chapter 4
Another Day in Paradise
Part 4
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Leona smiled at the flirty Cajun and scooted away from him. He was too damn charming for his own good. She felt a hand skim her thigh and she turned a burning eye on Remy. He just smiled.
Two seconds later he was hopping around the table holding his hand. Everyone laughed, especially the one called Rogue.
"That what yah get, Swamp Rat!" she hooted. "Good going, Miss Wolfe!"
Leona smiled at the girl, "Just call me Leona, Rogue." She dug into her catfish, green beans, something called hush puppies, made from cornmeal, flour, and onions. She took a drink of some sweet tea. She rather liked the cold beverage. It was the best meal she had had since she had entered the military.
-BAMF-
Kurt and CM 'ported into the room. Leona was in the middle of a bite, when Kurt had popped in. She choked on her food. Remy thought about slapping her back, but he his hand still stung. He eyes watered and she finally took a drink from her glass.
"You okay, el-tee?" CM asked stepping near Leona.
She nodded and ate a few more bites of her food. She wiped her mouth and sat back looking at all the kids around the table. Logan was sitting next to Xavier, Ororo across from him. Sam, Ray, and Remy at above her on the right and Rahne, Amara, and Kitty set to her left. Hank sat at the foot of the table with the Brotherhood, she had learned, and the remaining Acolytes sitting down from Logan. The rest of the kids were sitting at another table laughing and carrying on. Rahne was talking her ear off, asking her about Scotland in the future and other such non-sense.
Logan kept throwing looks at her that made her a little nervous. She touched the shallow scratch on her shoulder. Some blood had seeped through her shirt. She complimented Rogue and Jean on supper and excused herself from the dining room, passing the rest of the Pack on her way to the hangar. They asked what was on the menu and as soon as she told them they hightailed it for the dining room.
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Blood was thick in the air. It tickled his nose and made his hackles raise, until he caught the scent of honeysuckle. He smiled lightly and walked to the little female rumaging in a funny looking box. She raised her head and looked around as if she had heard something. He paused and breathed softly, lest she hear him.
She bent her head over the box again and brought out a small bottle of liquid and a weird bandage. It looked like skin. She opened the bottle. The acidic stench of alcohol filled the air. His nose scruched up and closed a little. He watched as she moved around.
He drew in a breath as she lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it down. He was right. She was golden all over. Her back rippled with each movement, muscles playing over bone. He licked his lips. She turned more toward him and into the one light hanging over the Wolves Tears. Her breasts were a nice size. Good for feeding hungry kits, he thought.
She rubbed a cloth over an angry scratch on her shoulder. He growled low in his throat. It seeped a little blood when she was done washing the wound. He was fascinated with the muscle movement that played in her arms and stomach as she worked. She placed that weird bandage over the wound and it seemed to latch on and blend with her skin.
He wanted to go to her. He could sense the curiousity and arousal? coming off her. Now why would she be feeling that? he thought. He shrugged his shoulders and continued to watch her.
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Leona pulled out an ice pack. She intended to spend a couple of hours going over her log and to make a few entries. She crushed the small plastic vial inside the pack and shook it. Her head was hurting for some reason and she needed something cool on her face. She sat on a crate and lay back on it, placing the pack over her eyes.
She thought back on the afternoon. It had been fun to spar with Logan, until he had pulled those damn claws on her. That had scared her. She thought all he had was healing abilities, not claws too! She sighed and a shiver passed through her. He was a good looking man, though. But that Creed fellow was even more fascinating. Another shiver went through her. She smiled at the memory of Creed tossing Logan over the hedge.
She felt the darkening shadow stand over her. She ripped the pack off her face, sat up, and looked up and up and up.
"You were hurt?" Victor asked, bending down and sniffing the wound.
"Yes..." Leona whispered, staring into his eyes. She watched in horror as he ripped the bandi-skin from her shoulder. "Hey!"
He glanced at her once and bent back down to the wound again. He sniffed at it again. Then to her delighted fascination, he ran his tongue over it. His nose scruched up a little at the alcohol taste, but he licked the wound till it was clean from the dirt that had been caught in it.
Leona closed her eyes. She had never felt anything so...erotic, in her life. His tongue was rough like a cat's, she realized as it abraded her sensitive skin. She must have lain back down, for she was on her back again. Her fingers were running through Creed's mane of hair on their own volation and she was smiling a little.
Victor had never felt anything other than fear or hate in his life. For very brief periods, when he escaped from the chains that had held him as a child, had he ever felt happiness or joy, but he was feeling funny. The little female was stroking his head as he cleaned her wound. Normally he would have just shrugged the affection away, but he liked what she was doing. The smell of arousal became stronger. He wasn't sure from who though.
Leona came to her senses a few seconds later. She jerked up and Victor's nose was smashed on her shoulder. His large hand had somehow ended up on her stomach and she just looked at it. Leona then looked up into Victor's face. He was rubbing his nose and looking into her eyes.
"Umm....thanks, Victor," she said, a little breathlessly.
"Nothing to it, woman," he said with a gravelly voice. She was very pretty indeed.
Leona realized that he didn't know her name, but she knew his. "I'm sorry, my name's Leona Wolfe."
Victor smiled a little at that. He liked the way her voice was all smoky and had that Scottish burr. She was just...beautiful. His nose flared as he picked out the fading scent of arousal. He reached out to pull her hair from it knot again.
"I like your hair down," he said, before rearing back and disappearing into the shadows.
Leona stared after the man and then smiled. She dreamily put her shirt back on before jumping into the transport to looking around in befuddlement. What had she come to the ship to do again?
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OooOOOoo! What happens next? *laughs maniacally* Just wait and see!
Just a little interaction there. Could there be something more to Sabretooth than first thought?
*stares at her cat as it licks her toe* GAH!!!
*kicks*
Mreoooowww!
*looks at everyone* What!?!
Another Day in Paradise
Part 4
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Leona smiled at the flirty Cajun and scooted away from him. He was too damn charming for his own good. She felt a hand skim her thigh and she turned a burning eye on Remy. He just smiled.
Two seconds later he was hopping around the table holding his hand. Everyone laughed, especially the one called Rogue.
"That what yah get, Swamp Rat!" she hooted. "Good going, Miss Wolfe!"
Leona smiled at the girl, "Just call me Leona, Rogue." She dug into her catfish, green beans, something called hush puppies, made from cornmeal, flour, and onions. She took a drink of some sweet tea. She rather liked the cold beverage. It was the best meal she had had since she had entered the military.
-BAMF-
Kurt and CM 'ported into the room. Leona was in the middle of a bite, when Kurt had popped in. She choked on her food. Remy thought about slapping her back, but he his hand still stung. He eyes watered and she finally took a drink from her glass.
"You okay, el-tee?" CM asked stepping near Leona.
She nodded and ate a few more bites of her food. She wiped her mouth and sat back looking at all the kids around the table. Logan was sitting next to Xavier, Ororo across from him. Sam, Ray, and Remy at above her on the right and Rahne, Amara, and Kitty set to her left. Hank sat at the foot of the table with the Brotherhood, she had learned, and the remaining Acolytes sitting down from Logan. The rest of the kids were sitting at another table laughing and carrying on. Rahne was talking her ear off, asking her about Scotland in the future and other such non-sense.
Logan kept throwing looks at her that made her a little nervous. She touched the shallow scratch on her shoulder. Some blood had seeped through her shirt. She complimented Rogue and Jean on supper and excused herself from the dining room, passing the rest of the Pack on her way to the hangar. They asked what was on the menu and as soon as she told them they hightailed it for the dining room.
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Blood was thick in the air. It tickled his nose and made his hackles raise, until he caught the scent of honeysuckle. He smiled lightly and walked to the little female rumaging in a funny looking box. She raised her head and looked around as if she had heard something. He paused and breathed softly, lest she hear him.
She bent her head over the box again and brought out a small bottle of liquid and a weird bandage. It looked like skin. She opened the bottle. The acidic stench of alcohol filled the air. His nose scruched up and closed a little. He watched as she moved around.
He drew in a breath as she lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it down. He was right. She was golden all over. Her back rippled with each movement, muscles playing over bone. He licked his lips. She turned more toward him and into the one light hanging over the Wolves Tears. Her breasts were a nice size. Good for feeding hungry kits, he thought.
She rubbed a cloth over an angry scratch on her shoulder. He growled low in his throat. It seeped a little blood when she was done washing the wound. He was fascinated with the muscle movement that played in her arms and stomach as she worked. She placed that weird bandage over the wound and it seemed to latch on and blend with her skin.
He wanted to go to her. He could sense the curiousity and arousal? coming off her. Now why would she be feeling that? he thought. He shrugged his shoulders and continued to watch her.
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Leona pulled out an ice pack. She intended to spend a couple of hours going over her log and to make a few entries. She crushed the small plastic vial inside the pack and shook it. Her head was hurting for some reason and she needed something cool on her face. She sat on a crate and lay back on it, placing the pack over her eyes.
She thought back on the afternoon. It had been fun to spar with Logan, until he had pulled those damn claws on her. That had scared her. She thought all he had was healing abilities, not claws too! She sighed and a shiver passed through her. He was a good looking man, though. But that Creed fellow was even more fascinating. Another shiver went through her. She smiled at the memory of Creed tossing Logan over the hedge.
She felt the darkening shadow stand over her. She ripped the pack off her face, sat up, and looked up and up and up.
"You were hurt?" Victor asked, bending down and sniffing the wound.
"Yes..." Leona whispered, staring into his eyes. She watched in horror as he ripped the bandi-skin from her shoulder. "Hey!"
He glanced at her once and bent back down to the wound again. He sniffed at it again. Then to her delighted fascination, he ran his tongue over it. His nose scruched up a little at the alcohol taste, but he licked the wound till it was clean from the dirt that had been caught in it.
Leona closed her eyes. She had never felt anything so...erotic, in her life. His tongue was rough like a cat's, she realized as it abraded her sensitive skin. She must have lain back down, for she was on her back again. Her fingers were running through Creed's mane of hair on their own volation and she was smiling a little.
Victor had never felt anything other than fear or hate in his life. For very brief periods, when he escaped from the chains that had held him as a child, had he ever felt happiness or joy, but he was feeling funny. The little female was stroking his head as he cleaned her wound. Normally he would have just shrugged the affection away, but he liked what she was doing. The smell of arousal became stronger. He wasn't sure from who though.
Leona came to her senses a few seconds later. She jerked up and Victor's nose was smashed on her shoulder. His large hand had somehow ended up on her stomach and she just looked at it. Leona then looked up into Victor's face. He was rubbing his nose and looking into her eyes.
"Umm....thanks, Victor," she said, a little breathlessly.
"Nothing to it, woman," he said with a gravelly voice. She was very pretty indeed.
Leona realized that he didn't know her name, but she knew his. "I'm sorry, my name's Leona Wolfe."
Victor smiled a little at that. He liked the way her voice was all smoky and had that Scottish burr. She was just...beautiful. His nose flared as he picked out the fading scent of arousal. He reached out to pull her hair from it knot again.
"I like your hair down," he said, before rearing back and disappearing into the shadows.
Leona stared after the man and then smiled. She dreamily put her shirt back on before jumping into the transport to looking around in befuddlement. What had she come to the ship to do again?
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OooOOOoo! What happens next? *laughs maniacally* Just wait and see!
Just a little interaction there. Could there be something more to Sabretooth than first thought?
*stares at her cat as it licks her toe* GAH!!!
*kicks*
Mreoooowww!
*looks at everyone* What!?!