Cliché generator: Hero and random villian...wake up in
bed together the next morning.
Fuck. Alcohol equals bad. Thinking doesn't come easily when one is drunk. She
had to remember that. She kept getting tripped on that thought, that one
more drink would help the world make sense. And then she got pulled into
fucking drinking contests against guys she knew had healing
factors. Silver Fox put her heel in the small of Victor Creed's back and pushed
him out of bed with a hefty kick.
He came up swinging and growling like a crazed animal. Glared at her as she sat
up and stretched, yawning like a content cat and totally ignoring his snarls.
She reached for the brush on her bedside table and started to brush out the
long ebony length of her hair.
"You can go now."
His mouth dropped open slightly, then his eyes narrowed as his teeth clicked
shut into a snarl.
"I don't think so, frail. You're the one that invited me back here, after
all."
Silver Fox reached out and whacked his knuckles with the hairbrush when he
started to reach for her.
"Piss off, Vic. I've got a hangover and I'm not in the goddamn mood. Go
make yourself useful and get breakfast. And coffee. Lots of coffee."
She turned her back on him ostentatiously, then leant down to rummage in gap
between the side of the bed and the wall for her underwear. The sheet slipped
even lower along the curve of her hip and Creed grinned at the large bruises
that were revealed. Slowly fading, but they'd be around for a day or two. He
set his hand on one of them, spanning it to fit the fingerprints and
administered a toothy kiss to the back of her neck. Nicking her skin open on
his canines and lapping at the blood for a moment, before pulling away.
"You better be in a good mood when I come back..."
Silver Fox waited until he left before she smiled. Handling men like Victor
wasn't that hard. They thought with what was between their legs, more often
then not. Besides; he'd already killed her once, the novelty was quite gone.
She rolled over the edge of the bed, and then slapped her hand on the
transmitter there.
"Silver Fox here. The cougar just left the cave; you boys better have your
rifles ready."
She put it back, strapped it down, then went to have a shower, feeling the
delicious ache through every part of her body. She got to screw Victor Creed
over in more then one way at the same time. It didn't get much better then
this...