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25 October 2009 @ 05:48 pm
Victor and Magma (Backdated)  
He'd been watching her for a while. The blonde one, the newest arrival, the attractive young female who kept strutting around and showing off that tight, toned body of hers as if she were just waiting for someone to come along and help themselves. She was practically asking for it. It didn't help that she was the first female to be properly assigned to the team; that meant that Victor had been following her pretty much since she'd turned up, catching her scent where he could, trying to catch a glimpse of her body whenever it seemed as if she might reveal herself. He'd helped himself to the local women, sure, but they'd only been appetisers compared to what was laid out in front of him. Allison would be the main course, and he was hungry.

((OOC: Backdated to when Team X were stationed in Africa, and before Laura Kinney and Emma Frost turned up - which means there weren't any other women around on the team at the time.))
 
 
 
Allison Crestmere - de la Rocha: 14flowlikemagma on October 25th, 2009 06:05 pm (UTC)
Allison pushed back the flap on her tent, heading out into the camp. There were no showers, and getting cleaned up meant finding some place to hide. She wasn't horribly modest, but the baser instinct in her told her that it would be better to find someplace away from camp.

She flipped a towel and washcloth over her shoulder and held her canteen in hand, moving to stand behind a large boab tree that was near camp. The day was drifting toward dusk, and she wanted to be done and back in camp before the nocturnal creatures outside decided to start stirring.
Victor Creed: Eyebrowwatch_the_nails on October 25th, 2009 06:09 pm (UTC)
He caught a trace of her scent, as well as the unmistakeable smell of her soap and washcloth, mingled in with that delicate, feminine odour which he always associated with females. Luckily for him, she was heading away from the main body of the camp, which suited him just fine. It would make things a lot easier that way. Smirking, he kept to the lengthening shadows as he trailed her, excitement already coiling within him at the thought of what he was going to do to her.
Allison Crestmere - de la Rocha: 15flowlikemagma on October 25th, 2009 06:16 pm (UTC)
She cleaned up quickly, having come up with a pretty good system of sliding her clothes around without actually having to get naked. While it was almost useless with how filthy she'd be in the morning simply from sleeping, it still felt good to clean up a little bit.

As she tugged her tank top back up and slid the straps over her arms, her skin prickled. That feeling of being watched; it was all over her. She peered around the tree, her eyes narrowing. She didn't see anyone, but something was watching her. "Anyone there?"
Victor Creed: Smirkwatch_the_nails on October 25th, 2009 06:37 pm (UTC)
He grinned to himself from where he was hidden amongst the undergrowth; he had to give credit to the girl. Considering she didn't have the same acute senses as he possessed - few mutants did, as far as he knew, besides himself and Logan - her sixth sense was doing a pretty good job. He let her wonder for a few more moments before rising to his feet and stepping forward, a wicked grin on his face.
Allison Crestmere - de la Rocha: 08flowlikemagma on October 25th, 2009 06:42 pm (UTC)
She stared around her for another moment, not seeing anything. Assuming that it was either her paranoia or an animal waiting for her to let her guard down, she started to turn to gather her things. It was then that she noted Creed walking out of the undergrowth toward her.

Her eyes narrowed at him, and she shook her head. "Asshole. Enjoy the show?" He creeped her out, but she also knew he was trying to creep her out. She figured him harmless though, because really, how would he even get away with doing anything to harm her if they were on the same team?
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Lying Grinwatch_the_nails on October 25th, 2009 06:46 pm (UTC)
"Show? What show?" he snickered, not even trying to hide the way he was staring at her; if she thought he was undressing her with his eyes, then that was because he pretty much was. He could already feel himself becoming excited, his body reacting as his arousal began to build. It was one thing trying a taste of the local meat, but it just wasn't the same when you couldn't taunt them first. There was a lot to be said for not having a language barrier. "I didn't see anything worth watching. If I'd bought tickets, I'd have been very disappointed."
Allison Crestmere - de la Rocha: 04flowlikemagma on October 25th, 2009 06:51 pm (UTC)
She hung her towel over a low hanging branch, stepping toward Victor. "Awwww," she pouted at him, her eyes still narrowed. "Am I supposed to feel sorry for you? Spying on me while I'm trying to get cleaned up?"

Her hands rested on her hips, and she stared up at him. "Gonna have to try harder if you want to see the goods, Vic."
Victor Creed: The Lookwatch_the_nails on October 25th, 2009 06:56 pm (UTC)
Again, he laughed, sneering down at her as she squared up to him. He could see through her 'tough little girl' act a mile off. He'd lost count of the number of women who'd tried this on him before, acted all hard and stubborn and proud in an attempt to make him back off. If anything, it only made him want them more, made him want to prove just how pathetic they really were. For all he could tell, Allison just had no idea what he was truly capable of.

"Is that so?" He smirked, fixing her with a hungry look. He knew what he wanted, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to get it. Still, no harm in toying with the girl first. Maybe she'd even manage to surprise him. "So if I wanted to get these hands of mine on the goods, what would I have to do?"
Allison Crestmere - de la Rocha: 04flowlikemagma on October 25th, 2009 07:06 pm (UTC)
Her eyes trailed down to his clawed hands, lifting a brow. Something in her was telling her to get out now, fold while she was ahead. Another part of her was urging her forward, to toe that dangerous line she was sensing, see how far she could push before having to step back.

And Allison decided to follow the thrill instict. Nothing bad was going to happen, right?

"Hmm. I don't think you're ever going to get your hands on me," she stared up at him, brow still quirked. "but if you were a little less creepy, I might be more apt to give you a peek." She was lying; she wouldn't show him her tits even if he bought her a pony.
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Gloatingwatch_the_nails on October 25th, 2009 07:11 pm (UTC)
She couldn't have issued more of a challenge if she'd tried. He'd already decided that he wanted her, and the way she was acting pleased him more than she ever could imagine, making him purr under his breath at the thought of bringing her down to size, teaching her a lesson and shutting the bitch up. He moved closer, still grinning, his shoulders already tensing up as if he were about to pounce - which he was.

"Only a peek?" he intoned, noticing the way she'd glanced at his claws and mentally filing that away for later. His outward appearance always did give him an edge in these situations. "How charming would I have to be to get the full view?"
Allison Crestmere - de la Rocha: 15flowlikemagma on October 25th, 2009 07:27 pm (UTC)
Without even thinking about it, she took the smallest step away from him as he moved closer. He was damned intimidating, especially considering he had a foot on her, height wise. She compensated for the step backward by leaning forward into him.

"I'm pretty sure you're not capable of that level of charm, Creed. But if you've got something in mind, by all means. Show me what you got." She smirked up at him, shifting her weight from one leg to the other.
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Predatorywatch_the_nails on October 25th, 2009 07:35 pm (UTC)
He moved surprisingly quickly for his size, his hands suddenly darting out to pin her against the tree, his claws digging into the flesh of her shoulders, and he hadn't even unsheathed them yet. He sneered down at her as he moved in against her, his fangs showing within a vicious grin, his voice deep, resonant and very, very threatening.

"Is this what you want?" he snarled, leaning in so close that his breath was warm against her neck, one of his clawed hands already starting to travel down towards her waist. The dumb bitch deserved this, she'd wound him up enough and she thought she was all that; she needed teaching a lesson. He smirked as he pressed himself against her, large and intimidating, his intentions more than clear. "You want it, you little bitch. Don't lie."
Allison Crestmere - de la Rocha: 14flowlikemagma on October 25th, 2009 07:46 pm (UTC)
Her stomach dropped as he moved in on her, wincing as her back slammed against the tree. If Allison were smarter, she would've listened to the voice in the back of her head that was telling her to get the hell away from him.

Unfortunately for her, she still underestimated what Creed would do.

She tried to keep the slight shaking out of her voice, but he was too damned close to not feel it in her body. She glanced down and swallowed hard, then braced her hands on his chest, trying to shove him away from her. "Get the fuck off me, Creed."
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Lying Grinwatch_the_nails on October 25th, 2009 08:01 pm (UTC)
"When I'm this close? I don't think so."

He gave a chilling laugh, easily able to ignore the way her hands were pressed against him; he didn't possess super-strength, but a lifetime of military service and manual labour had given him sheer physical power that she just couldn't match. Sneering, he forced his knees inbetween hers, one of his hands reaching down to fumble with his trousers as he pressed his hardness against her. He wanted her to know what was happening, wanted her to feel that fear and helplessness that he loved so much, snarling and growling as his feral side began to take control.
Allison Crestmere - de la Rocha: 10flowlikemagma on October 25th, 2009 08:10 pm (UTC)
How it had taken her this long to realize his intention was far beyond trying to get into her pants, she wasn't sure. But she damned well realized it now. Her eyes went wide and she felt her body paralyze for moments. She was not mentally equipped to deal with this.

It was her survival instinct that took over. She twisted as hard as she could, bringing an elbow swinging up toward Creed's nose while she pushed off the base of the tree. She wanted to run, get the fuck back into camp.
Victor Creed: Irritatedwatch_the_nails on October 25th, 2009 08:17 pm (UTC)
He flinched as her elbow connected with his nose, a satisfying crunch as something there was damaged, briefly making him pause and allowing her to momentarily escape his grasp; unfortunately for her, he liked it when they fought back, and it only made him even more determined to have her, take her, claim her as his own. He gave a loud growl as he turned to chase her, refusing to let her get away so easily.
Allison Crestmere - de la Rocha: 11flowlikemagma on October 25th, 2009 08:21 pm (UTC)
She stumbled over the one of the tree's roots as she got away from him, but landed on her hands and pushed off, scrambling to get some distance between the two of them. Allison knew she wasn't that far from camp, but in that moment, it felt like it was miles.

She could hear him on her heels, and ran as hard as she could
Victor Creed: Roarwatch_the_nails on October 25th, 2009 08:27 pm (UTC)
He was truly on the hunt now, acting more on instinct and intuition rather than human logic, his claws unsheathing themselves as he pursued her, his lips drawn back into a sneer and baring his fangs; as she stumbled, he gained ground, barely two metres from her now as she desperately tried to scramble away from him. His intentions were clear and she was terrified, and that only made his lust burn more intensely than ever.
Allison Crestmere - de la Rochaflowlikemagma on October 25th, 2009 08:31 pm (UTC)
As she glanced behind her to gauge where he was, her feet tripped over a rock. She went down hard, pain shooting up her leg from where her shin cracked against it. "Fuck," she breathed, panic surging through her.

As he closed the distance between them, she rolled over, wincing and clawing at the ground, trying to find purchase to start running again.
Victor Creed: Frustrationwatch_the_nails on October 25th, 2009 08:37 pm (UTC)
With a growl he dropped to all fours, his powerful shoulders driving him forwards towards her, quickly closing the distance between the two of them as she stumbled and fell. Wasting no time, he launched himself at her, pouncing, dropping her to the ground as his claws dug into her shoulders, snarling and sneering down at her as his body pressed her into the dirt. He opened his mouth to bare his fangs, leaning down to close them around her neck in a gesture of dominance; he wouldn't kill her, not in this way, but he'd press them hard enough against her skin to leave marks.
Allison Crestmere - de la Rocha: 10flowlikemagma on October 25th, 2009 08:41 pm (UTC)
Allison struggled and nearly got to her feet, but Creed was on her before she could manage. She let out a whimpering cry, trying to twist away from him. Her fingernails clawed into the hard dirt, Allison feeling them give way and fold back on themselves.

A choking sob came from her as his mouth closed over her neck, and she felt her insides churning painfully with fear. "Let me go," she pleaded, doing everything she could to get away from him.
Victor Creed: Pissedwatch_the_nails on October 25th, 2009 09:00 pm (UTC)
He said nothing, only hissed and snarled, clawing at her in his excitement to get what he wanted; again, his hardness pressed against her, his body rubbing against hers in his eagerness to claim what he saw as his prize. His arousal was almost at breaking point, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps, his claws scratching and scraping at her while he fumbled with himself. He was beyond all reason, lost to his feral, primal desires, and he wouldn't leave until he was sated.
Allison Crestmere - de la Rocha: 13flowlikemagma on October 25th, 2009 09:07 pm (UTC)
Tears streamed from her eyes, and she didn't stop fighting. Struggling against him, she let out a panicked cry as she felt him against her. "No, no, no," she repeated, her voice stricken with fear.

With one final shove, Allison saw her fingertips glowing red. Somehow, in her fear, she'd forgotten her ultimate defense. Her shoulders curled forward and she used the level of fear she was feeling to speed the change. Soon, her entire body was in her magma form. "Let... go... of... me," she panted, each word punctuated with a 100 degree jump in her body temperature.

Some spiteful part of her held onto him as she spiked to 700 degrees, blinding white light encompassing them both.
Victor Creed: 'Nam Ragewatch_the_nails on October 25th, 2009 09:16 pm (UTC)
He fell back with a snarl and a howl, every inch of his body feeling as if it had been set alight - which, to be fair, it had. With inhuman screams and hisses, he rolled about on the dry grass, setting patches of the scrub alight as he tried desperately to put himself out. All he could think about was the pain, the intense, burning pain as the flames threatened to consume him, eating away at his clothes, his hair, his flesh. All thoughts of claiming Allison were forgotten as he focused on just trying to stay alive. He'd heal - he hoped.
Allison Crestmere - de la Rocha: 10flowlikemagma on October 25th, 2009 09:23 pm (UTC)
She felt a sense of relief as he moved away from her, and she stood, watching him hiss and roil against the flames currently licking over his entire body.

"Don't ever fucking touch me again," she spat, taking in a deep breath. As she exhaled, her magma form disappeared, and she stood there in front of him for a moment.

She walked back to the tree and grabbed her towel, wrapping it around her now nude frame. She headed back to camp, holding back the choking sobs that seemed to want to escape her until she was in her tent, where she cried silently.
Victor Creed: Penitent?watch_the_nails on October 25th, 2009 09:35 pm (UTC)
It took several minutes for the flames to finally die down, leaving his skin red, black and charred, the dry grass around him having become a black, sooty mess. He gave a whimper as he held a blackened, blistered hand up to his mangled face, his eyes having thankfully been spared, at least this time; he'd heard rumours that the new girl could manipulate fire in some way, but he hadn't expected this. With a snarl, he only just managed to drag himself to his feet, his clothes now hanging from him like burnt rags, and he shambled in the direction of the nearby lagoon, a small lake where he could at least dull the pain until he healed.

He only hoped Logan wouldn't find out about this any time soon.