Chapter Three Vegas Stars and Strips
Music has charms to soothe the savage breast ~ William Congreve, in The mourning bride, 1697
She smelt him before she saw him. Her sense of smell was pretty good after having absorbed so much of Logan in the past. What the hell was he doing here, there was no way this was a coincidence, for some reason he was looking for her. The only question was why?
“Well I hope he enjoys the show, this one is definitely for you Sugar”.
The music came on and this was her queue, despite having been dancing for a few weeks she had quickly become a favourite. Clearing around seven to nine grand a night, which was really good for an experienced Vegas stripper.
Rogue had to give herself credit she didn’t shy away or play it down. She danced like he was the only one in the room, keeping her eyes on him for the entire song, by the end of the dance she had gotten the most tips ever. She made her way to the dressing room to get ready for her next number realizing she had more time she decided to see what her visitor wanted.
“So what brings you to Vegas Creed”
Not wanting to admit defeat Victor tired to play it down “Just passing threw, thought I could use some entertainment for the night. How about it frail you up for job.”
Rogue knew she was playing with fire but something about Victor had always attracted her, he was so similar to Logan, yet so different. Logan was always fighting Wolverine every step of the way, where as Victor embraced Sabertooth. He never tried to hide his true nature or make excuses for it. He was who he was, everyone else be damned.
“Sorry sugar, but there is a strictly no touch rule. Don’t think you’re the type to look, and keep your claws to yourself.” In spite of herself she really couldn’t help but wonder what he would taste and feel like. Her heart may have been shattered but a girl still had needs, finally having mastered her gift, she so very badly wanted to feel bare skin, or was it his skin? Damn those stupid hormones.
“You’d be surprised at the self restraint I’m capable of frail.”
“Well if you’re willin’ to pay then….” she didn’t finish the sentence if he wanted something he would have to out right and ask. She was about to walk away her number was coming up.
“private dance back room”, he growled, making a point by not laying a hand on her.
She couldn’t help the smirk that came to her face “I’m up next, meet me in the back room once I’m done, the bouncer will show ya the way”.
Walking to the back private rooms she tried to clam her heart, she could feel it pumping hard and fast. What a surreal moment she was about to give Sabretooth a lap dance, a private lap dance It was almost laughable, if not for the desire running threw her, she blamed it on the hormones. She knew he would probably smell the difference on her, if he hadn’t already. There was a part of her (probably the Logan in her) that was telling her, no screaming at her to run in the other direction and not turn back. Still another part wanted to know what he would feel like, especially now that she could touch it was almost like her hands had a mind of their own and they wanted Victor Creed.
Walking into the room she could feel his eyes devour her, the way they roamed her body, and rested on her belly, silently telling her he knew. Surprisingly this gave her the confidence she needed. She wasn’t wearing much but started to slowly strip away.
She then straddled him, never taking her eyes off of him. She roamed her hands over his chest, she wanted so badly to feel his bare skin but knew that being that bold would get her in trouble. At first she thought she read him wrong she couldn’t believe he hadn’t made a move on her, he kept his hands by his sides clenches into to fists. Then she felt just how aroused he was. Once again growing in her confidence she proceeded to move her body against his tentatively at first, then growing more frantic with need, she could feel her entire body hum with pleasure.
Her breasts were highly sensitive and her nipples hardened as they rubbed against his dress shirt. She knew she was about to come as she grinded against his erection, and by the look on his face knew that he wasn’t far off. Gathering all the courage she could muster Rogue leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, and bit him hard enough to draw blood from his bottom lip. Rogue thought she might go deaf from the growl that Sabertooth let out as she licked the few drops of blood that had dropped before the cut quickly healed up. Both were breathing hard and after a few moments Rogue gently got off his hap and started a backwards striptease.
“that was on the house sugar. See you around”, walking out on shaky legs Rogue didn’t think she’d be seeing him any time soon. She didn’t know how wrong she was.
Later in her apartment she took a long hot shower. The orgasm she had earlier had barely taken off the edge, she needed more. But more of what? more sex, or more Sabertooth. Her emotions where completely out of control, “God I need to get laid.” Looking in the dark for a t-shirt to sleep in, Rogue felt a pair of eyes on her, how had she not smelt him before she couldn’t say, a true testament that her hormones were out of whack.
“Breakin’ and’ enterin’, isn’t exactly practising restraint.”
They contemplated each other in silence for a long time neither of them wanting to break the silence. Surprisingly she wasn’t fearful as she supposed she should have been, I mean come on she was in a room half naked with the most feral mutant on earth, her insides were quaking, and it wasn’t from fear. Daring a look at his face his eyes were closed taking a closer look she could see his nose flaring and knew he could smell her and exactly what she was feeling.
Biting her lip Rogue took a few steps towards him until she was right in front of him. Contemplating her next move she brought her finger and caressed the furry brows over his eyes. Not a single emotion covered his face. Slowly she traced the features of his face so masculine and feline. She was taking him in and was startled at his words.
“I won’t touch you until you say so.” he all but purred into the palm of her hand as it caressed his cheek.
Was this some kind of joke, was someone impersonating him. This was completely out of his character. Sabertooth took what he wanted, when he wanted, and everyone else be damned.
Sensing her doubt he spoke “It’s your scent, it keeps the more vicious feral instincts at bay. Feral’s can be more animal than human, and in the wild when a female is carrying, it’s the place of the strongest in the pack to protect. That simple, I can’t hurt you frail, quite the opposite.”
Rogue still couldn’t believe it, maybe it was Mystique “take a hit if you need to be sure it’s me”, what the hell was he physic all of a sudden. Her fingers where resting on his jaw she decided that she would slip just a little to get the surface thoughts. Every so slightly, Rogue concentrated so she would get his surface thoughts and not his mutation. A small shy smile made it’s way to her face as she gently kissed his closed eyes.
“You can touch me if you want”, the words were spoken so quietly if it hadn’t have been for his mutation then he wouldn’t have heard her.
Scooping her up in his massive arms, he carried her to the bed and took her shirt off, his heated gaze travelled over her body. Rogue shivered from anticipation, and then his hands were all over her, she could feel the scrap of his claws over her skin. His mouth licking and kissing every inch of her skin. First one finger then two started to slowly stroke her, then he lowered his head and as his fingers assaulted her his tongue did no less, licking and sucking. Rogue couldn’t help but buck her hips into his face as her orgasm ripped through her. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, before she was able to come down from her high she felt him enter her. She braced herself for a ruthlessness that never came.
It was tender and sensual in way that she had never experienced before. With Logan everything had always been about ownership, possession, and marking her. When Logan made love to her he did wanting to own her mind, body, and soul, whether he wanted it or not. Not that is wasn’t enjoyable, but this was something altogether different. His tongue was lapping at her breast while his hand caressed her backside. This wasn’t Sabertooth, this was Victor. Could this have been what he would have been like, had life been better, kinder for him, to him. Was Sabertooth the cold hearted ruthless monster the labs and a god awful father had created.
While this was going on in her head, her hands had a life of their own, they caressed his back urging him on. While her lips pressed kisses to his chest and neck. She started thrusting her hips into his, they both lost any semblance of rhythm as they started to peak. Closing her eyes she could have sworn she saw stars burst behind her eyes. He growled and the vibrations shook through her and she knew how satisfied he was.
Rolling on to his back, she tucked herself into his side she was awed by how tender he had been such a far cry from what he was capable of. From what she had absorbed from him this wasn’t love but comfort and some inexplicable need to protect. There were no words to be said and they both found comfort in the silence as the drifted off to a restful sleep.
The next few weeks brought with it a comfortable pattern for both, they would sleep most of the morning go out for a huge brunch, and Rogue would head off to work. There were no long talks, in fact speaking had been minimal at best, they had established a routine and that was that. Sabertooth would usually meet her later watching the show and even paying for a few more private dances. They would go home and mate like bunnies. But as the story goes all good things come to an end, a very bad end.
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Chapter End Notes:
I realize that Sabertooth is completely out of character but for the purpose of my story, I needed him this way.