We All Have Our Secrets

[Magda Eisenhardt]

The feeling rocked her whole self in waves that started big and slowly began to ease off. Slowly her hands loosed from his hair and skin, her fingers feeling tight from being there so long. At first her hands began to trail over him, but then when he rolled away, she began to come back to what had just happened. Erik had just happened.

Once again they had proved that being physically close to each other lead them to express things physically. She'd shagged him again. For a moment she didn't move, but as how she had never been one to hide from him, she rolled to her belly, and prompted her head up on her hand, while watching him. The sight of him made a small smile play over her lips.

Because even after so many years, she still loved the hell out of him.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Though his eyes were closed and he could not see her, he could feel her gaze on him. Still, he did not yet open his eyes. He was unsure what to say in the aftermath of his rather intense actions. But he knew he could not avoid the confrontation forever -- if that was even the appropriate word to use. He opened his eyes, first looking at the ceiling above him for a few moments. Then he slightly turned his head to look at her, making eye contact. And it was just as quickly averted as his gaze dropped down to what little space was between them. He remained in his position, feeling as if so much had changed and yet nothing had changed in terms of how he felt whenever he was with her.

He suspected he should say something. Perhaps she was waiting for him to. His eyes went to hers again, trying to not get distracted by her beauty. Trying to say something to add sense and reason to this entire thing; from him leaving her, to barging into the room, to making love to her on the bed. But alas, no words came out, and he resorted to just looking at her, wordlessly, his arrogance deciding that he did not have to justify his actions for they were fairly self explanatory.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

He turned his head to look at her after a bit of silence, but then he looked away from her just as quickly. It made the soft smile on her lips fade. It also explained so much. This was not a romantic, i missed you lets pick up again, moment but one born out of the memories of their past that had been forced on them both today. The unexpected on slought.

When he looked back at her, she knew she had to make it easier for him to leave if that was his wish. After a moment of just looking at her, she sat up and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Yet the words did not come to her. Her eyes fell to her arm where the tattoo of their daughter's name covered the numbers that once branded her for 'what' she was rather then allowed her to be a who. "I think I shall do to your kitchens and seek out something to eat." She said a bit hesitantly, not sure what she should sat in this moment.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

She was the first to move, adjusting her position so that she was seated at the edge of the bed. Furthermore, she spoke about going to the kitchen to find something to eat. He knew her well. He knew that she was the kind who enjoyed laying in bed, enjoyed soaking in the emotions of the aftermath. So he knew, that she was doing this for him. Because he was not one who could so easily let a carefree nature surface. Not back when he was with her and determined to kill Shaw. And perhaps not even now.

Yet, it did not mean that he wished to let her go either. The conflict of all this was precisely why he failed in saying any words. Why she had to be the first to speak. He adjusted his own position as well, siting upright and shifting a little closer to her. With her back toward him, he moved forward so that he was still seated on the bed, but her back was pressed against his chest. He leaned forward, speaking directly in her ear in a low voice. "If that is what you require," he said. He then lowered his lips, moving them along her shoulder, creating a trail of light kisses. "Then I shall not keep you from your meal," he finished, raising his hand and using his powers, pulled his belt and pants toward him until he clutched them in his hand.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

She felt the bed shift, and him move behind her. Then his words, and kiss, and more words. Did he wish her to stay? Was he as unsure about what was happening between them now, as she was? It's was ironic that he controlled metal through the magnetic fields, because like a magnet she was drawn to him.

His pants lifted and shot toward his hand, but just as his hand grasped them hers did too. Yanking then from his grasp, to drop them on the floor. Standing she turned to face him, softly framing his face with her hands and kissing him gently. After a lingering kiss her lips moved to his ear, it being easy with him sitting on the edge and her standing. As she whispered in his ear, her hands moved to rest on his shoulders. "Feed me after."

With that she was no longer gentle, as she pushed him backwards on the bed and climbed up to knell over him. The lights flicked and dimmed to cast the room in a glow. With everything from his knees down over the edge of the bed, Magda knew he'd not get good leverage. Running her hand over his center-which was still wet from earlier-Magda made sure he was hard before raising up and lowering herself on him. "Erik," she moaned his name as she built up a slow but steady rhythm.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

She seemed on longer concerned with finding a meal, and that was quite alright with him. He kissed her in turn, and furthermore, she pushed him back onto the bed, his the upper half of his body laying against it. He watched her from this point of view and she positioned herself over him. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his head sink back into the bed as he felt her touch him, causing that familiar ache to fill his body, and thus, that desperate need for her. His eyes however opened when he noticed the lights flickering. His eyes went to hers, enjoying seeing her use her powers, whether she meant to or not.

It added a certain, pleasure to an already highly pleasurable situation. He gripped her waist, helping build the rhythm as he moved his lower half upward to meet her own motions. "Show me more," he demanded. Not more of her -- he already saw all of her which in itself, was a sight of perfection. He meant, more of what she could do. More of her powers. More of her technopathic skills. It was unfamiliar to him, especially when they were like this. So he wanted to see it and found that the urge to witness the sight, helped add to what was now his building release.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

She was moving over him, tilting herself to find that best angle to get just the right pressure on just the right place, when he spoke and her eyes opened to look at his. With her powers being so new to her, or at least new to using them openly she wasn't sure what to do. Wasn't sure how to impress him rather then appear weak, when in this moment she only wanted to be strong and beautiful to him.

It took effect to use her powers, and think of what to do, so she relied on his hands at her hips to keep the pace. Keeping her eyes on his, she used her mind to reach out for anything in the room--which was difficult being when she was like this with him thinking wasn't a strong suit. Finding a radio she turned it on, and up without mis---It was the world's worst song, and even more so because of everything between them (and not between them) at the moment. Pausing her actions she laughed, bending forward to hide her face in his neck.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

He watched her intently and with anticipation to see what she would do with her abilities. She focused on the radio, playing it and the next thing he knew, her head was buried in his neck and he lay there, staring up at the ceiling. He was certain his ears were bleeding by the horrible music and words blaring from the radio. This, was a great example of the idiocy of homo sapiens. Unable to take it any longer, he took advantage of the metal in the radio and slightly jerking his head to the side, yanked it out of its socket and sent it to the other side of the room. He needed to distract himself from the horrid music, and un-distract her from her.

In doing this, he decided to readjust their current positions to get them back to the pace they were at. Perhaps quicker, for he felt himself having been close and this interruption stopped him from getting to that point of release. He turned her over, reversing their roles so that she was now the one laying on her back as he stood on his feet. He pulled her a bit closer to him, closer to the edge of the bed, moving her legs up a little so that he could gain a better position. With that, he pushed into her again, harder and deeper, exhaling from the pleasure and satisfaction of being back inside of her. With that, he built that momentum needed to reach that peak of euphoria. And also watching her, ensuring that she did not try to use her powers again, especially where the radio was concerned.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

He flipped her over, and pulled her to the edge after sending the radio flying to the side. Magda knew it might ruin the moment but she was still laughing softly--until the took control and pressed into her. Her laughter ended with a gasp as her hands bunched into the sheets. From here, there was nothing for her to hold to, to to move and aid him.

Turning her head tot he side, trying to handle the stronger growing almost painful pressure, Magda didn't realize the lights she had dimmed were glowing slightly brighter. The closer he took them to the crash of euphoria the brighter they got. Tilting her head back, her lips feel open in a slight scream as everything built and tightened, before breaking open in waves--just as the light bulbs made a loud crack, and exploded with her.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

He could feel them both growing closer to that peak that he was striving for. The lights changed their intensity and it only made him move quicker in encouragement. It wasn't until she found that height of euphoria, and he found his release, that her scream coincided with the bulbs exploding in the room. He felt his chest heaving with breath from their vigorous activities. He remained standing for a few moments, releasing his hold on her hips and wherever else he may have been gripping during the passionate intensity of his actions. "Magnificent," he spoke under his breath.

Not necessarily from the emotions that came whenever they were together like this, but also from her display of abilities. The two combined . . . made this night of intimacy stronger than ever before. He leaned forward, his hands placed on either side of her to brace himself up, hovering over her. "Utterly magnificent," he repeated, his lips right above hers. "Imagine all the potential you possess," he further stated, his lips now dragging along the front of her neck, moving to the side to rest them in the crook of it. He returned to attempting to catch his breath, unable to restrain a smile from playing on his lips. Her powers were incredible. And he dared to think of all she could achieve with them.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Moving over her he commented on her powers, and Magda had to pause for moment to remind herself it was alright to let others know about them now. Her hand lifted to run up over the back of his head, bunching and stroking his hair. "Give me half an hour and some food and I will do it again," She teased him like the old days; pretending he meant what they had just done, rather then her powers.

Turning her head to look at the lamp, Magda recalled a time when they had done this and the lights would blink some, leaving her to claim that the pug was behind the bed and they were rocking it out of the wall. Now it was clear she had lied. Both to herself and to him.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

She spoke of waiting half an hour after some food and repeating it. He had a feeling she was referring to their intimate activities rather than her display of power. Though one seemed to cause the other, which Magneto had no complaints about. Her abilities only made these moments more, powerful -- if that could be the right word to describe it. He raised head from where it was, and properly stood, no longer leaning over her. "Is that how long it would take you to regain your focus to use your abilities?" He knew he should not be doing this; treating her like a recruit whom he had promised he would help train and perfect their gifts. While he would indeed do that for her, that was not central to their relationship. Their past went far beyond her mutation, for he would not have had a relationship with her when he thought she was human otherwise.

But he was not sure what to say. It was easier and far more natural for him to be Magneto, not Erik. Though he was well aware that he could not treat her like any other mutant he welcomed to bed for pure enjoyment and convenience. This didn't need to be about her powers, so why was he making it about that? He pulled his pants toward him and began to put them on. "I imagine you are hungry," he stated, since she had brought it up twice, and seemed to finally realize there could be legitimacy in this as she had been held a prison. Reaching for his shirt he pulled it on and began to button it. "I will show you to the kitchen." There was so much more he wanted to say to her, and yet nothing escaped his lips, other than this offer to give her food.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

His words left her feeling . . . displaced. If that was the proper word for it. He spoke to her about her powers, ignoring her tease or even what they had just done. Pulled away. Redressed. Offered to show her the kitchens. It lacked the warmth she wasn't even sure why she expected. Sitting up on the bed, Magda watched him for a moment before moving to pick up the towel and wrap around her.

"That would be lovely, thank you." She said quietly, and then walked toward the bathing room to pick up the ugly clothes she had work when she got here. She was a woman of dresses and colors--white pants and a matching tank top offered her nothing. Pulling them on she walked out of the room and tossed the towel down. "If you have anything I am keeping you from, I can find it on my own." She offered like she used too, "Though you know I enjoy your company." At least before. Now she felt unsure of where they stood.

Back when they were together, Magda had always let him know that while she wanted him with her, she understood that he had important things that he felt he needed to do. She always gave him that. Letting him know it was alright, that if needed too he could leave.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

He waited for her to get dressed, trying to collect his thoughts and emotions and make sure everything was in check. When she walked out he looked at her, the bathroom light showing a clear image of her. His eyes looked over her, having missed the sight of her. Having missed, so very much about her. Things that he was incapable of expressing. Yet, she had known how he felt about her, even if he failed in vocalizing it. She was not a foolish woman. She would have not stayed with him if she did not understand him. If she had not been able to see in his eyes what emotions were behind them. It was not her mutant power but she could sense his emotions better than even an empath could. She said that if she was keeping him from something, then he could go. There was a strong familiarity of these words, for she had often said them in the past.

She had known of his need to find Shaw and never stood in his way. It had been his choice to slow down the process, and could never bring himself to regret that time he spent with her. "I will ensure that fresh clothing is brought to you tomorrow," he stated, needing to keep things like this. That is, until he knew what the appropriate words were to say. He made his way to the door, holding it open for her. "I will take you," he told her. She was not keeping him from anything apart from sleep and he doubted he would get any of that tonight. "I failed in giving you a proper tour of the residence, so will start by showing you the kitchen." Apart from his bedroom and her own, he had not showed her anywhere else because . . . well, first because he had been stitching her wounds and the other reason was, because he had kept her in here for, how they had just spent the last little while.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

"I will ensure that fresh clothing is brought to you tomorrow," Smiling softly she looked down over her bland white clothing. She wondered if he recalled why she dind't like to wear white--it being the color of death and mourning with her people. Magda preferred colors that were bright, light and happy: blues, yellowed, pinks, purples. "I suppose going to get mine own is not an option." Though she knew it could be dangerous. Especially with how she was caught. One slip--one life gone.

"I will take you," Walking toward the door with him, she walked out and waited for him, before letting him lead them toward the kitchens. "I failed in giving you a proper tour of the residence, so will start by showing you the kitchen." Very true, but she had not even though to look around. She had only seen him. "Perhaps I will wait until tomorrow for the tour, and settle for the kitchens for now. It's been a few days since I've had a lot to eat." And she loved food, and was always eating. "Perhaps if your hungry, I can fix us both something?" She used to love cooking for him, which was hard in the places they stayed but she found ways.

[Erik Lehnsherr]

She asked if going to get her own was an option, and Magneto considered the idea of it. "I can send a few others to accompany you," he told her. During the day, in a public place, in the proper location and with the right mutants, she should be alright. He would have offered to go with her, but after his recent public display, it would be best he remain in concealment for at least a day. Besides, it would allow her to get what she needed without having to watch every step she took if he was there with her. As he led them toward the kitchen, she spoke of how she would rather wait until tomorrow for the grand tour. "Help yourself to whatever and as much as you would like," he said, as they arrived at the kitchen. Her offer to cook something for him caused him to pause. He had not failed to remember how much she enjoyed cooking not only for herself, but for him too.

He had enjoyed it then, even if he had not always been so vocal about it. Magneto had only ever known one other woman as nurturing as Magda, and that had been his own mother. "I'm fine," he told her, knowing he could no longer be that man who allowed himself to be cared for. Looked after. Nurtured. Instead, he reached for the bottle and poured a small amount in a glass. He looked at her, still holding the bottle to see if she would like any herself. She had never been a heavy drinker, and while he did not often exceed in the amounts of alcohol he drank -- especially now as the leader of the Brotherhood -- he felt tonight, he most certainly needed a drink. "How did they find you?" He asked, wondering how she had been caught after so long of concealing her powers . . . even concealing them from him.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

He would send others with her, which meant he did not instead to go with her. "Thank you." Was it because he rather not, or because he was such a public face of this war. She entered the kitchen and even though he said he wanted nothing, she hoped that by cooking slightly more she could tempt him into eating--it wasn't he first time he'd turned down her cooking and she would try to tempt him.

He offered her the bottle of drink--what was it scotch? Whiskey?--and she walked over, wrapping her fingers over his around his glass, and lifting both to her lips before tasting a small amount. IT BURNED! "Has that stuff not killed you yet?" She asked while blinking to and trying to steal herself for the burning. When it passed, she made a face. "I've not tried that since the last time . . . . the last time I stole your glass."

[Erik Lehnsherr]

When she wrapped her fingers over his on the glass, he made no attempt to move his hand. Instead, he just looked at her, watching her, his expression going from intent gazing to one of slight amusement at her reaction to the drink. He took a sip himself, showing that it did nothing to him. That he had enjoyed the way it burned until there had been nothing inside of him left to feel. "Judging from your reaction, that is probably for the best," he said in slight teasing, at her realization that she had not had a sip since the last time it had been from his glass.

"For I recall you reacted this exact same way the last time as well," he added, referencing the time when they had been together. When everything felt casual. When things had been so very different than they were now. In a way, he supposed they should be easier now. She was a mutant. They were together, under the same roof. And yet, he had not spoken to her about it. Instead, he'd merely reacted through actions. Who would have thought that he would have been such a failure in words. Taking another sip to push away these thoughts, he continued the conversation. "How did they find you?" He inquired.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

"Judging from your reaction, that is probably for the best," She laughed softly, and it faded quickly while he spoke again, "For I recall you reacted this exact same way the last time as well," "I never enjoyed how it took away my ability to feel or think." Which was one reason she wondered if he did drink it. To not feel, or to keep from letting his feelings control him. He was so serious, and she had once loved nothing more then to make him lighten up.

"How did they find you?" She had forgotten he'd asked her that before the drink, and her gaze looked away for a moment, before the bitter hurt, and angry crossed her features. Her voice was emotional, as she felt betrayed. "My neighbor." She couldn't look at him while she told the story. "He had . . . we had begun to get close. Went on a few dates. One night after work I came home and was tired. Too tired to get back out of bed and turn off the lights, and on the fan. . . . He had been watching me." Invading her privacy. "And later the next day men showed up. Paid him money for the tip, and pulled me away."

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Erik listened as she began to explain how she had been found out. He was hardly surprised to hear that it was because of a human that she had been captured; a human she trusted no less. She was not the first mutant who had been betrayed by a human, and nor would she be the last. He took another sip of his drink, letting her story sink in. "Humans can not be trusted," he stated. Her example being one that he hoped convince her of this truth. While he had been with her under the belief that she was human, he had left her for the same reason.

"I hope you realize that now," he added, speaking aloud his former thoughts. He did not know if she planned to stay her for good. If she did not, if she found this was not somewhere she wanted to be, then all he could hope for her sake, was that she learned her lesson. As cruel of a lesson as it may be, it would enable her to survive. To never trust a human again.