Victor Creed

The worst nightmare you've ever had. As long as @Grace_Xavier keeps me in steaks, you're safe. #XMen #Parody

[Victor Creed @SabreCreed]

@Grace_Xavier *He quietly folded the printout, putting back in his pocket*
Well, some ghosts are better off buried, Gracie.

[Victor Creed @SabreCreed]

@Grace_Xavier *Reading through the print-out* Ohhh, heh, you're gonna love this- seems one of the FoH's international backers scarpered off there before Chavez died, and he's stuck there, but still causing problems. Government-sanctioned hit. But..why? He's got goons, just give the order....

[Victor Creed @SabreCreed]

@Grace_Xavier Yeah, that's what you hope. Hope and reality, two different beds. We'll see how it goes. An' since we're on that...
*He reached into his back pocket, retrieving a print-out*
Got a new job. Venezuela.

[Victor Creed @SabreCreed]

@Grace_Xavier *He looked at the pool of blood seeping from his steak on the plate, dredged his second bite in it before eating, chewing with relish* You do make a damn good steak, kitty-kat... Okay, no innocents. But I'm not gonna listen to whining about collateral damage, capice?

[Victor Creed @SabreCreed]

@Grace_Xavier *He glared at the bowl of greens* Keep that crap away from me...But, you gotta point, as I've said before. Your skills would come in handy, yeah. *Stabbing a forkful of the beef, he inhaled, smiled, then took the bite*
You do realize...that I ain't changing my tactics, or kills.

[Victor Creed @SabreCreed]

@Grace_Xavier *Leaning over the counter, he grabbed a knife and fork, began carving into his steak...And then what she said dawned on him*
Wait...did I hear you right? You...wanna help me, with my job?

[Victor Creed @SabreCreed]

@Grace_Xavier Grace's legs...then the bowl, and began chowing down. Victor chuffed as he took a swig of beer* I tell ya, that dog's got his priority's straight... Who's a good boy?

[Victor Creed @SabreCreed]

@Grace_Xavier to keep you all to myself outta the way, yeah, your skills have definitely improved, like a lotta things about you. If you weren't so hellbent on not killing, Rufus would be nothing more than a really big purse pooch.
*The dog, hearing his name more than once, came in, sniffed >

[Victor Creed @SabreCreed]

@Grace_Xavier Flip that, willya? It stopped mooing.... An' I remember that conversation too. I also remember you being against a few ideas I had, because you were young and stubborn as hell.
"I don't need to be treated like bone china, ~Victor~" was the quote if I recall....

[Victor Creed @SabreCreed]

@Grace_Xavier *Giving her a pointed look* When have I ever looked like I need a guard dog?
Shiiiiiit...I'm more dangerous than a dozen rabid Dobermans when I'm pissed off....

[Victor Creed @SabreCreed]

@Grace_Xavier *He snarked* Rufus is not a guard dog, he's my couch buddy. The fuck's an English bull gonna guard, his own kneecaps?

[Victor Creed @SabreCreed]

@Grace_Xavier *He followed her form as she moved around the counter with his eyes, smirking to himself* He oughta be, kinda crap yer feedin' him, how's he supposed to grow?
*He knew it was an utter fallacy, but he loved teasing her about the dog*

[Victor Creed @SabreCreed]

// BDSM account, guy's fisting his girl's hair-
buddy, that is one weak-ass grip you've got.

[Victor Creed @SabreCreed]

@Grace_Xavier *Licking a finger clean, he shrugged* Some things are far, far better than steak, kitty-kat. And a Hell of a lot more fun...
But, throw another one on and give that one to the pooch, I don't care.

[Victor Creed @SabreCreed]

@Grace_Xavier Killjoy....
*He groused, but it was half-hearted at best. She'd not caused damage in quite some time, and he took it for a good time well done. Lifting his arm off her, he sat back, licking his lips with evident relish*
Well, that was fun.....

[Victor Creed @SabreCreed]

@Grace_Xavier *He looked up at her from between her thighs, indulging himself in a long, albeit taunting, lick, then *
Awwwww, puddy-tat, c'mon...

[Victor Creed @SabreCreed]

@Grace_Xavier *Her exultant cry and the minor disaster that was now the glassware amused him more than anything, and he looked up a brief moment, chuckling*
I was sick of the bar-ware anyways-

*And then he went right back to what he was doing....*

[Victor Creed @SabreCreed]

@Grace_Xavier deeper, then farther out of her, enjoying how she was trapped by his arm but still struggled against it. He wanted that keening cry to reach a feverous pitch, and he'd be damned if she didn't come down weak in the knees when he was finished...because one would not be enough.*

[Victor Creed @SabreCreed]

@Grace_Xavier *Tension...sweet tension, he could hear her heart hammering, beating out an allegro tattoo as she got closer to her pleasure, as she pulled his face closer, he answered that with a growl against that so sensitive place, letting it reverberate against her, driving his fingers >