Who: Sway, Sabretooth (OPEN) When: Wednesday, May 28th, 2008 (afternoon/early evening) Where: Xavier's; Brotherhood dorms (common room) What: passin' the time Status: in progress Rating: PG-13 (or R)
Myra was having an off day. Her hair had pissed her off by its lack of cooperation, her cousin had pissed her off by his humorless criticisms and their (the Brotherhood's) entire situation was beginning to make her uneasy. When she came into the common room, she felt both her heart skip a beat at the sight of the huge man one of the sitting chairs and the desire to cause a bit of trouble for him. She had coddled the man through his recovery (however teasingly) and now that he was able to bring up a good many of his memories and was able to walk around without getting dizzy or stumbling at random, she'd made it her mission to cause him a bit of mischief.
Therefore, she started at a dead run for Victor's chair, and when she landed, Sway's hand was extended so she flipped what he had been reading up into the air as to make room for herself in his lap. Her legs were on either side of his while she faced him, grinning. Myra's hands rested on his forearms and she brought her nose to his, "What could you be reading that was more interesting than me?"
If not for the smell of her perfume and the soft patter of her feet, Victor might have reacted defensively to Myra's actions. Knowing who it was without looking up from his book helped determine his actions; inaction. He had learned that most times she was an unstoppable force and it was better to let Myra have her way. On this occasion, her way was a running leap onto his lap. "Interesting thing as you? Nothing comes to mind." Victor said with a grin that showed off his dangerous set of teeth.
She let out a laugh that bordered on a cackle and she grinned right back. "Likewise," her hands were already on his chest and she spoke while they roamed subconsciously. "I'm surprised to see you indoors," she told him. Her face moved away from his and she nuzzled her nose and lips against the side of his throat. "I'm glad you are." She hadn't given him time to respond. "Sometimes you come back in smelling awful." She bit down hard on his collarbone and then tugged at his shirt with her teeth. "You're not so bad at the moment, though." Myra drew back and displayed to him her forced expression of seriousness and sincerity. He wasn't ever really that bad. But she had to keep him on his toes. Her fingers had found their way back into his freshly-cropped, short hair and she rubbed them back and forth against the softness there. "What's on your mind, kitty?" she finally asked. He was getting his 'thoughtful' on when she disturbed him. She could tell. It could've been anything. His guesses about that little Silver girl - or his loyalties. She was hoping for the latter. He was in no shape to be a daddy. Especially not to a little harpy like that one.
Victor ignored her comment about how he smelled; he wasn't out there for pleasure hikes. Although, he wasn't completely sure why he spent so much time outdoors. Felt more natural, more comfortable, and it kept his senses sharp. "You're not so bad yourself." He ran his hands up and down her back rubbing it gently. She was making him wish they weren't in such a public place - as well as forget what had been on his mind. Until she asked.
"Plenty. Mostly Magneto." Victor knew even with his new found civility he wouldn't ever want to be an 'X-Man' or whatever those dorks called themselves. But he wasn't quite sold on the Brotherhood either. Sabretooth hated teams. He was a solo act, generally. The exception being his partnership with Logan, which the Canadian was now oblivious to. "You and me, baby," Victor said running his hand through Myra's hair. "Maybe we should start our own thing... Gonna be a fierce need for mercenaries in the new world." If that ever happens.