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07 November 2009 @ 10:32 am
Bad Kitty - For Jean  
It was just too much for him to take. The way she taunted and flirted, the violent memories she'd saved and broadcast for him, the exhilirating feeling that he got from her mental connection; he just couldn't resist Jean any longer, and it was time to act on his instincts.

He never would have been like this if Emma hadn't cut him off so brutally, so cruelly. She'd turned her back on him, severed their connection, left him feeling alone and abandoned. He'd been easy pickings for Jean as soon as he'd met her, and he didn't even realise himself just how emotionally vulnerable he was; it was no excuse for what he was planning to do, but in his mind, it justified his actions to some degree. By going to Jean, he'd spite Emma in more ways than one, make her regret pushing him away as well as acknowledging that Jean's powers were substantial. He didn't know just how highly Emma prized her powers, but if she were anything like him, she'd hate the idea of someone bettering her with them.

Smirking to himself, he made his way to the womens' dormitories, breathing in the wecome scent of so many female bodies living closely together, his mind already wild with ideas as he arrived at the room where Jean was waiting for him, alone.
Current Mood: excitedexcited
Victor Creed: Sneerwatch_the_nails on November 7th, 2009 11:38 am (UTC)
"I'm pathetic?" he growled, staring at her with a look that bordered on disbelief. He'd been called a lot of things in his time - selfish, cruel, inconsiderate, even downright evil - but he wasn't used to being called pathetic. He didn't even know why she was acting like this, the useless whore. "You get the fuck back here right now and stop being such a frigid bitch!"

That look she was giving him, it was similar to the one he'd received from Emma a few days ago, and he couldn't help but feel nervous.

Edited at 2009-11-07 11:38 am (UTC)
Jean Grey: 04 - Phoenix - angryand_intothefire on November 7th, 2009 11:43 am (UTC)
Jean snorted a laugh. "I'm not being the frigid bitch, sweetie. That would be your little lover, since she's not fucking you right now. Now get the fuck out before I throw you out." She looked at him with zero fear in her eyes.

"FOR FUCKS SAKE, SHUT UP!" Jean roared, the door to her room opening by itself. "Get. Out. Now."
Victor Creed: What?watch_the_nails on November 7th, 2009 11:51 am (UTC)
It usually took a lot to un-nerve Victor, and he was feeling pretty shaken up right now. He wasn't used to people standing up to him, let alone women, and Jean was clearly a woman used to getting what she wanted - his kind of woman. Even as she yelled at him he still wasn't sure what he'd done to annoy her so much, and that just frustrated him even more. He'd been thinking about Emma, certainly, but he'd been doing that for the past few days anyway - why was she suddenly so annoyed about it?

"Oh, fuck you, you're probably a shitty lay anyway!" he snarled, gathering his shirt and rising from the bed, glaring at Jean as she glared right back at him. "What's the matter, can't compete with Emma between the sheets?"
Jean Grey: 10 - Phoenix - dominantand_intothefire on November 7th, 2009 12:01 pm (UTC)
Jean's anger ebbed, only in the fact that she was once again amused by Victor. Unfortunately for him, it wasn't the good amusement, like it had been before. It was the arrogant, challenged amusement. Her jaw tightened, and she forced her way into his mind, bombarding him with mental streams of her memories, twisting, bucking hips, fingernails digging into flesh, shouts and groans, blinding orgasms.

She hit him with enough force that it would've been like a punch, and he would've been overwhelmed with sensations. She then brought her hand up, lifting him telekinetically and hurling him bodily from the room and down the hall. She sauntered to the door, smiling at him. "You'll never know what I can do in person, huh?" She turned with a twist of her hips and slammed her door shut.
Victor Creed: Frustrationwatch_the_nails on November 7th, 2009 12:23 pm (UTC)
The sheer, raw power of her sexuality overwhelmed him, lowering his defences and making him even more vulnerable to the telekinetic blast which followed, sending him smacking against the bare concrete with a horrible 'crack'. Something had been damaged, and even though it would heal in time, he still hissed at the pain, picking himself up to glare at her as she spat her words at him, making him feel belittled and humiliated.

He wasn't used to women turning him down. At least, not ones who had the power to physically turn him away like that. For him, resistance was normal, and he enjoyed it, savoured the feel of a woman struggling against him - but Jean, as with Allison and Laura, had actually managed to fight him off and hurl him away, and he hated it. Even Emma had been able to...

...shit. Emma. She'd been the reason he'd come here on this fool's errand in the first place, the reason why he'd decided to be spiteful and get Jean into bed, and even Jean didn't want him. So much for coming up with a plan to make himself feel better and make Emma pay for what she'd done. He felt alone and empty, knowing that even if he had managed to get what he wanted from Jean, it wouldn't have been the same as with his Princess.

Fuck. It just made him want her even more.