Drabbletag - Sting
Title: Pretty Poison
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Sting
Fandom: X-Men Movieverse
Pairing: Viper/Yukio
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Notes: Set before The Wolverine
Pretty little thing, with those gorgeous eyes and all that fiery red hair. Dangerous too, Viper’s seen how she moves with a katana.
That’s good. Viper likes dangerous.
She watches Yukio, during the times when Yashida hasn’t sent her off on some pointless chore. Not that Viper can blame him, Yukio is smart and it’s easier to keep her at a distance than risk her inferring with their plans.
Still, on those nights where Yukio is in the main house, Viper keeps close, tongue flicking out to taste the air when nobody is watching. Waiting until they can be alone, waiting until Yukio’s frustration flares bright and she shoves Viper against the nearest wall.
Yukio always kisses fast and desperate, fingernails raking down Viper’s sides, and Viper’s hands curl into fists because it’s oh-so-tempting to scratch back, to let her nails extend into sharp little blades and draw blood.
Wouldn’t do to blow her cover too soon.
That doesn’t mean she’s submissive, though. It’s just not in her nature. Not when she can drag Yukio to the floor, spreading those lithe thighs and fucking her until she’s groaning and twisting for more.
She doesn’t poison Yukio, that would be foolish. But sometimes she lets the faintest hint of toxin touch Yukio’s tongue when they kiss. Not enough to harm, but just enough to make her tingle, just enough to make her dizzy.
Viper may be temporarily playing the bland and ordinary doctor, but that doesn’t mean she’s lost her sting.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Sting
Fandom: X-Men Movieverse
Pairing: Viper/Yukio
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Notes: Set before The Wolverine
Pretty little thing, with those gorgeous eyes and all that fiery red hair. Dangerous too, Viper’s seen how she moves with a katana.
That’s good. Viper likes dangerous.
She watches Yukio, during the times when Yashida hasn’t sent her off on some pointless chore. Not that Viper can blame him, Yukio is smart and it’s easier to keep her at a distance than risk her inferring with their plans.
Still, on those nights where Yukio is in the main house, Viper keeps close, tongue flicking out to taste the air when nobody is watching. Waiting until they can be alone, waiting until Yukio’s frustration flares bright and she shoves Viper against the nearest wall.
Yukio always kisses fast and desperate, fingernails raking down Viper’s sides, and Viper’s hands curl into fists because it’s oh-so-tempting to scratch back, to let her nails extend into sharp little blades and draw blood.
Wouldn’t do to blow her cover too soon.
That doesn’t mean she’s submissive, though. It’s just not in her nature. Not when she can drag Yukio to the floor, spreading those lithe thighs and fucking her until she’s groaning and twisting for more.
She doesn’t poison Yukio, that would be foolish. But sometimes she lets the faintest hint of toxin touch Yukio’s tongue when they kiss. Not enough to harm, but just enough to make her tingle, just enough to make her dizzy.
Viper may be temporarily playing the bland and ordinary doctor, but that doesn’t mean she’s lost her sting.