Sabretooth and Nyx
Sabretooth was sitting in a bar, nursing his drink as he watched the fuzzy images on the television screen flicker. Someone was complaining about mutants again. He snorted quietly in disgust; humans had no room to talk at all. That lab...he shook off the disturbing thoughts with a shudder of revulsion. Then he caught a waft of a familar scent that somehow smelt irressitable... he turned his head to see the black haired woman of the runt saunter into the dingy bar he was drinking in.
Nyx let her eyes adjust to the dimness, and then strolled up to the bar. She looked like a classy prostitute...one who specialised in BDSM and whip-me, whip-me games. Tight black leather encased her upper torso, and black bikie gloves covered her palms while leaving her fingers bare. Black hotpants covered the smooth curve of her ass, while her boots came up to her knees and looked like deadly weapons in their own right. A black bikie cap sat jauntily on her ebony hair, which was tied back into a high pony. The hairband was studded with spikes of wire, and a thick black dogcollar with heavy silver spikes went around her throat. The shirt she was wearing had a zip up the middle, and two zips where the underwire of her bra would have gone. Two bands of leather similair in appearance to the dogcollar encircled her slim wrists.
"Hey, can I have a bottle of JD, and a glass?" Nyx requested of the bartender as she stuck her hand down her top to get some money. She leant her elbows on the bartop, and his eyes went automatically to her cleavage.
"Yeah..." He went through the motions, gaze never straying far frm her creamy white breasts which were pushed up by the black cups of leather, pink rings of aurolae peeking above the top of her bustier. "That'll be..."
"Here, keep the change." Nyx put a note down on the counter and slid it across to him, before turning to survey the room. She spotted someone she remembered from a day of blood and stalked over to him. "Hey."
"Hey." Sabretooth's nostrils widened slightly. Her scent was much stronger close up, and the scent of arousal pouring from the men in the room was making it hard to think. He shifted slightly on his seat, fingers curled around a beer bottle. "Truce is over," he reminded her.
"I know. Truce was over ages ago." She sat down on a chair next to him and poured out a shot of the whiskey, before knocking it back.
"And you're still sitting here why? Where's the runt?"
"Logan?" Nyx shrugged, pouring more alcohol into the glass. "Don't know. I left the school."
"Ah." Sabretooth sipped from his beer. "Why?"
Nyx dipped her finger in the amber liquid and stuck the finger in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she sucked the trace of JD off her digit. Sabretooth watched her, and the scent of male arousal in the room skyrocketed as the other men watched the show as well. "Stuff happened." She gave him a coy look.
"*Why* are you talking to me?" Sabre tooth demanded in a growl.
Nyx leant over slightly, and said into his ear, "because I want to sleep with you." Then she licked his cheek with an agile pink tongue.
Sabretooth regarded her as she sat back and drank more alcohol. "Why?"
"Does a girl need a reason?"
"If she's been part of the X-men, yeah."
"Never was one."
"What about-"
"That was personal." Nyx had nearly finished off the bottle. "So, you wanna screw or what, beast?" She tilted the bottle toward him and he took it off her.
"Sure." He drained it, and then they got up and left together.