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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 25, 2014 1:36:30 GMT
She returned the desirability that he had for her which only further encouraged him. As did her words of wanting him. How he wanted her to. So, very, badly in this moment. More than he had wanted her when she was laying unclad under his covers. For they had reached a mutual state of mind; an agreeable view on society. Her embrace was a truly beautiful thing he had the privilege of witnessing and it made her completely irresistible to him. But her words of wishing to tell him something, caused him to slow his actions a little. It was rather difficult to focus on her words right now with all she was doing, and all she was causing him to feel, but he somehow managed to succeed. For whatever she was to say would be of extreme importance -- of that he had no doubt. It was not helping that her finger trailed over him, and he could feel his breathing continue to grow more heavy trying to control it as his chest heaved with desires. Her words had been well worth the pause however. For she told him of how she wanted to be called Mystique. Mystique. What an absolutely beautiful name for an even more beautiful woman. It suited her perfectly, as if that was the name she should be born with. Not Raven. Not a name that symbolized all the struggles she had once faced; as she said, a reminder of dark memories she wanted to hide.
It was enough to cause him to raise his head and look at her. "Mystique," he repeated, rather enjoying the way it sounded, the way each letter, each syllable fell from his tongue, a smile forming on his lips. She truly was embracing her mutant self. And he could not fully express his utmost happiness for this. "Such a beautiful name," he praised. He would never call her Raven again. She was Mystique. And here he thought she could not become more perfect. How utterly foolish of him. "While we are being true to our mutant selves, then I would ask something of you," he began to say. Suddenly, the name she had once given to him meant far more in this moment then it ever had before. She had presented it to him as if it was some code name for a spy. But now he knew, that it was what would be their true name. "To call me, Magneto," he stated, smiling at the name. Truth be told, he quite liked it. It held a certain power to it, and remained true to his mutation. "For I quite liked your suggestion of it," he added a bit teasingly. "Yet it holds more meaning to me now. Just as you do." She meant more to him in this moment then before. Before, she was a mutant hiding and rejecting her powers. Now, she was fully embracing and accepting them.
The words prompted him to return his previous frame of mind . . . taking in the sight of her, taking in the taste of her, the touch of her. "Tell me," he began to say, leaning back down to kiss her for a moment before letting his lips explore the other side of her neck, moving along her shoulder. "Of this Mystique. Describe her to me," he urged, wanting to hear how she now perceived herself. No longer did he wish to hear of her being a monster. Of her being anything less but beautiful. He wanted to know if she believed it enough to say it. To fully acknowledge it. His hand continued to explore her body, moving down along the curves of her chest. Without flinching, he took advantage of the metal door knobs and closed as well as locked the doors that led outside the room. He was unsure where this was leading -- though he knew where he wanted it to lead -- and he no longer wished to be interrupted. Which, had been his rational thought before. Yet it seemed completely gone. He was far too taken by her to think of parting ways tonight.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 2:37:01 GMT
Raven didn't realize just how much of a fire her new name would spark in Erik. She would be lying if she were to say it didn't turn her on even further. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she shivered when he said Mystique out loud. It sounded better than she imagined when it was coming from his voice. "I'm glad you like it.." Maybe liking it was a understatement.
Something else she wasn't expecting, was for him to say that he wanted to now be called Magneto. It was the name she had chosen for him. It was perfect, it was sexy, and it was simple enough to remember. Not that anyone who'd hear it would be able to forget it anyway. A smile curved on to those blue lips and she nodded. "Magento.. I'll never call you anything else." When he said it had more meaning to him, just as she did, it somehow made her want him even more.
Not caring anymore what happened - especially since he had now fixed the doors so that no one could open them - she tore open his shirt, and tilted her head as she felt his lips caress her. He wanted her to tell him about Mystique. She played along. "She does exactly what she wants. She gets an idea in her mind, and she goes through with it. And most of all.." She spoke, whispering against the shell of his ear. "She doesn't care what anyone thinks. She's mutant and proud."
Her legs parted just enough at his beckoning so that he could move between them comfortably. "What about Magneto?" Her voice was seductive now. Much different than sweet and playful like it normally was. "I want to know what he's like.."
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 25, 2014 3:06:29 GMT
Oh did he ever. In addition to liking the actual name, he also quite liked what it represented. It pleased him a great deal to know just how far she'd come along in merely the limited time that he had known her. She had started out as girl in hiding, and now had become a beautiful woman. He felt truly honored to have witnessed that transformation, and the more arrogant part of him was rather pleased that he was able to be a part of it. Though Mystique was not a weak minded individual by any means. She just had never been given the opportunity to express herself. Until now. And in more ways than one. Just as he enjoyed the way Mystique fell from his tongue, he loved the way Magneto fell from hers. More so than the first time she had told him of the name. How had he described it then? Exceptional. Though it had been more sarcastic as he was humoring her. The timing however was perfect now. And hearing her call him it, solidified the impact of it. Magneto. Yes. It was rather perfect, thanks to her brilliant mind.
She ripped his shirt open and the gesture caused him to smile through what he was currently occupying his lips with. Wanting to rid himself of the unnecessary fabric, he forced his hands to pull from her and raised his head just enough to pulled the remains of his shift over him and tossed it careless to the side to join her own clothing. His lips then hungrily returned to her, moving along her chest, enjoying the curves of her chest as he caressed and teased the sensitive skin. He was refraining from hovering near her lips so that he did not hinder her talking, for he wished to know how she would answer her question. And the response was indeed music to his ears. He could not have hoped for a better response. "She sounds wonderful," he teased, but his words held the utmost truth. "A flawless being," he continued, need to break in between words for he could not bare a prolonged departure from his lips and her skin. Not when he felt his entire body growing warm and surging with a painful need that was growing into a very physical ache.
"Someone others should aspire to be like," he went on, unsure how he was even able to form words right now. They somehow managed to come out; as murmured as they were, they were hopefully at least audible to her. Even if he was only half thinking as he spoke. Mutant and proud. Yes. He liked that. It should be the tagline for mutant rights and freedom. But he hardly wanted to talk of any form of politics right now. Hell, he was struggling to remain remotely composed at the moment. Feeling her legs moved, he moved along with her, nudging them apart so he could properly situate himself, which only intensified his aching need for her. He heard her question Magneto; inquire as to what he was like. She had given him an answer so she deserved the same from him. Moving her legs so that they were properly on either side of his waist, he tried to mentally formulate a proper response.
"He's one who no does not tolerate the ignorance of others," he began to say, not wanting to ruin this moment by expressing his harsh views towards others. "He is one who can not stand by and allow mutants to be oppressed." This was who Magneto was. This was own transformation that -- whether she knew it or not -- she had prompted him to undergo. And he was grateful to her for it. He raised his head from where it was, aligning himself so that his lips hovered over hers once more. "And he is someone who is thoroughly enthralled by Mystique," he said in a slightly playful tone as he gazed into her vibrant eyes. Leaning forward, he kissed her lips with fervent desire, as he used his own powers to undo the metal clasp of his belt.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 14:10:52 GMT
The moment his shirt was torn open, she felt him crack a smile while he was kissing her blue hued flesh. There was something about that little smile that made her almost lose her breath. When he parted his lips from her pull off the rest of his shirt, she took that moment to allow herself to breathe. It was hard to concentrate on such things when the handsome, charming man hovering over her was adorning kisses on her sensitive skin. "Oh, she is wonderful," She spoke in a tone that was just above a whisper. "I think you'll like her." Even in such a passionate moment, she was still able to tease, and banter. It was difficult to stay in such a mind set, though.
He spoke of Mystique being someone that others should aspire to be like. Before that night, she wouldn't have been such a mutant. She would have simply been weak..wanting to hide. Standing in the shadows, waiting for someone else to tell her that it was okay to walk in to the light. But thanks to Erik... Thanks to -Magneto-... that had all changed in the matter of hours. He nudged her legs apart a little more than they were before as he spoke of who Magneto was. The first thing he said was that he didn't tolerate the ignorance of others. "Tell me more.." her whisper was a seductive breath that washed over his neck before she kissed the flesh just beneath his ear lobe. He continued, as did she. As he spoke, she placed a trail of kisses to his adam's apple, and finally the last words he said were that he was enthralled by her. By Mystique. By what she had become. "Hmmm.. this Magneto guy.. he sounds kind of amazing.."
Her words hung in the air as she felt his lips capturing her's. She returned his kiss hungrily, and just as she was about to reach down for his buckle, she noticed that he was using his abilities to unfasten it. Ironically, it was an incredible turn on. After his pants were finally undone and loose, she used her agile knees and feet to eagerly tug them down while one of her hands kept busy with sliding through his hair, and the nails of her other hand raked over the skin of his back. Her lips parted so that the kiss could deepen even further. She too, was thoroughly enthralled.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 25, 2014 18:54:55 GMT
She spoke of how she believed he would like her. Such an understatement. It was easy to simply like someone. But to connect with someone on a far deeper level, now that was more challenging and difficult to attain. Yet, it seemed they had done that. And how pleased he was for it. The way she whispered in such a seductive tone made his heart race in his chest, unfamiliar with this feeling for it had been years upon years since a woman had made him feel so much. Passion. Desire. So many other things that Erik's mind could not process. Not while she whispered against her, feeling her warm breath linger over his skin, her lips brushing against his ear. He swallowed, trying to regain control of the situation, yet at the same time, found himself not minding relinquishing some of it to her. He was rather enjoying her playful teasing of her lips, be with through words or kisses.
"I think I will too," he breathed, teasing her. For he knew he already did quite like her. It wasn't a matter of if or thinking he would. He already knew. She wanted him to tell her more and yet, he found it increasingly difficult to form words right now. Not with how she moved along his body, and especially not when he felt her tug his pants down. Feeling the pressure of her tough against his already sensitive area caused him to sharply inhale as he pulled his lips from her, keeping his eyes closed as he fought to control the surge of need that would soon dominate every fiber of his being. If it wasn't already. It took him several moments to regather himself, her former words of telling him more and her ones speaking of how he sounded amazing, dancing around in his head. It didn't help that he felt the sensation of her nails dragging across his back, and suddenly he found it to be too much to try and withhold.
With his trousers low enough, he was able to free himself, finding the immediate alleviation of the constraint of his pants. But it was not enough. He lowered a hand to guide himself to her center, while his lips continued to hover over hers. He was unsure if this was her first time with anyone, and certainly did not want to hurt her. Yet his own selfish need overpowered his ability to ask her, or apologize in advance for any discomfort. "You have no idea," he teased when she spoke of how he sounded amazing, encourage the playfulness now that he was about to soon satisfy that intense ache that he could no longer tolerate. "Though I am fairly certain, that she is far more amazing," he stated, offering that last flattery because he continued. With one swift and strong motion, he pushed inside of her, heavily exhaling with pure pleasure as his lips went to hers in attempt to distract her from feeling any discomfort. That, and he enjoyed the softness of them, unable to get enough of it. Allowing her a few moments to adjust to his size, he then thrust again, a long drawn out motion that caused him to involuntarily breath out her mutant name against her lips.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 19:38:11 GMT
Mystique had never been with a man before, so this was a completely unexplored part of intimacy for her. Although, even if she would have been with anyone else, the pain of the first time would likely still remain there over, and over again 'thanks' to her healing abilities. She wasn't thinking about that currently, though. Her mind was swimming as she felt him guiding himself to her entrance. She inhaled a breath sharply, and held it in her lungs for a moment before she slowly exhaled a shaky breath.
The moment that he entered her, her back arched and her head fell against the cushioned arm of the sofa. Her strong legs hooked around his. A small moan escaped her throat, accompanied by a wince. There was a little pain, but the pleasure that came with it was enough of a distraction to completely negate it. "Magneto," She cooed as her hips rocked upward, ushering him to delve deeper.
Of course the playful banter between the two of them was fun, and playful, but now she was completely lost for words. When he breathed her name, her new name 'Mystique' against her lips, another involuntary moan was coaxed from her throat. The smooth skin of her bare foot slid up against the leg of his pants, tugging it up slightly as her other leg swiftly wrapped around his hip. She was quite nimble, and flexible, which made the possibilities endless. Her nails once again glided over the skin of his back while her other hand gently gripped at the back of his short, dark hair.
She allowed herself to forget completely that they weren't alone in the mansion. No one was getting inside of that room, and with any luck, the doors were strong enough that no one would hear her cries of pleasure that she was trying so hard - and failing - to stifle.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 25, 2014 20:13:52 GMT
Feeling the way her agile body moved to assist his position, made everything so much stronger. As did the sounds that she let out. It further pleasured Erik to know that he was the one causing such sounds to be emitted from her and that slight arrogance made him want to hear more from her. With her actions that revealed she was not in enough pain for him to stop, or didn't want this, he continued to move inside of her, each gesture stronger as he moved deeper within her. He started to create a rhythm between them which felt natural and poised, rather than awkward and clumsy. It helped that she met each motion with her own hips, causing their bodies to move in sync. Her bare foot rubbing up against his let caused him to let out another sharp inhalation of breath suddenly wishing he had removed the entirety of his pants, rather than just revealing the necessary part. Oh well. He would keep that in mind, should there ever be a next time. Tonight was clearly unplanned, but that did not mean he wasn't enjoying it immensely. He only dreaded the moment it reached its inevitable conclusion, for he knew he would want her all over again.
Her hand grazed his back and clutched his hair, and he suddenly became flooded with the irresistible urge to touch her as well. One hand fell between them where their bodies were joined as he ensured he was hitting that one particular spot on a woman, wanting to maximize her pleasure from this experience. His other hand trailed down her body, gripping her upper thigh tightly as her leg was wrapped around him. Though it seemed she did not need his guidance, he moved her along with him anyway. Each motion inside of her, brought him closer to that peak of euphoria, as he too became unable to suppress any silent grunts from escaping from deep within his throat. He wished to hear her more -- whether it was the wonderful sounds of pleasure she made or the tone in which she breathed his name. He needed to resist the temptation of silencing her with his lips, he moved his head, burying it in the crook of her neck which somewhat muffled his own grunts, his lips caressing the skin of her neck as he lightly nipped it when the pleasure was become too much to handle.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 21:24:46 GMT
His steady movements and his powerful thrusts inside of her was already beginning to drive Mystique closer and closer toward the brink of a climax. However, she wanted to savor the feeling for as long as she could. While her tongue probed his mouth to embrace his, she felt his hand dipping down between the two of them. The moment she felt the delicious pressure on the sensitive area, it drove her arousal to new heights. As her tongue tangled with Magneto's inside of his mouth, a purr seemed to trail on the moan that released from her throat and vibrated against his lips.
Her muscles tensed and tightened, and she gripped Magneto's hair tighter. His name, his mutant name, escaped her lips repeatedly as she begged him to thrust harder, and faster. As her eyelids closed, she could see flashes of color and light. Her world had never been shaken quite like this before. As his finger expertly whirled and stroked at her sensitive area between her legs, she realized that he had done this before. She definitely wouldn't complain.. his experience was certainly her gain at the moment.
Several coos, and 'ahh's followed her pleas of wanting more of him, and her calls of pleasure only growing louder, despite her attempts to muffle him by repeatedly capturing his lips with her own in deep, slow, passionate kisses. The moment between them was no doubt intense. It wasn't just a fleeting moment of pleasure between allies, it was something much deeper, and although she didn't realize it at the time, it would probably be quite a bit of change in Mystique's life. That was yet another thing that wasn't crossing her mind while she was engaged in coital pleasure with the mutant dubbed as Magneto.
Her hand that was once raking through his hair was now lowered to his rear where she squeezed one of the cheeks after pushing her hand down the back of his pants. Her other hand, currently, was gripping the back of the couch, threatening to tear at the leather. She was close, Oh, so very close and her rapid breathing and intense tightening would be quite the indication of it.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 25, 2014 22:39:40 GMT
She was slowly driving him to madness. Every touch, every sound, every little thing yet powerful thing she did, was causing an inner passion within him to unleash itself. Not that it wasn't already being exposed. He had tried to stifle his own sides but to no avail for every time their lips touched and he could feel her tongue against it, made him want to use his own to explore her mouth. To take in her taste and be inside of her in more ways than one. And she tasted incredible. It was rather addictive, for every time the kiss broke, he immediately felt the deprivation of it and found his thirst for more to be unbearable. How he was going to be able to even look at her without thinking of how he wanted her was going to be a constant struggle. While his tongue explored her mouth, his finger continued to explore her inside, caressing and teasing that spot, where he applied the necessary pressure to further strengthen her pleasure. For while he was fulfilling his own needs, he wanted to ensure that he did all he could to make this the highest peak of ecstasy he could take her to. Besides, he rather liked how she felt inside. Taking the time to let his touch linger and feel the texture of her inner walls.
Deciding he needed to feel yet another intimate part of her, he moved it from her thigh and to one of the twins on her chest, where his hand filled with her, tightly massaging her chest. The feeling was unlike any other, and he knew it was because of the rare beauty she possessed. The thought of being gentle was fleeing further and further from his mind, for all she was making him feel was making him dangerously uncontrolled. How he loved hearing his name fall from her lips again, and again. It was a sweet melody that he would always replay in his mind, taking pride in the fact that she was saying his name. His, and no other. That it was his actions that had prompted her to do so; speak with such desire. The combination of all this caused him to pick up pace, each thrust moving quicker and faster as did his own sounds of grunted pleasure. They became shorter, more strained as he tightly closed his eyes shut, knowing that he too was growing close. Yet was also trying to ensure that they reached that moment together, for it would be all the more glorious. Just as she tried to, he too attempted to silence his involuntary sounds by pressing his mouth against hers but it only succeeded for a temporary amount of time, for he had to keep pulling away to catch his breath.
He ever so lightly nipped her lip when he felt her hand grip him from behind, causing him to heavily exhale from the reaction she caused within him of touching him in his own intimate area. As he was taking this opportunity to explore her body, he of course opened himself up to her doing the same with his. But that did not mean the action failed to create such an impact on him. Though, it was in the best way possible. He actually enjoyed the fact that she was taking such charge, that she was not shy nor timid in touching him as their bodies were entangled. The way she had tightly gripped his head and now him from behind, further reinforced how she was indeed that strong woman Mystique was meant to be. The realization of this, though he knew he was not capable of forming any thought right now, prompted him to bring them over the edge that they were both so close to. He could feel the way she was tightening, revealing that she was perhaps as close as he was. He groaned her mutant name against her lips, unsure if it was because he was warning her that he was ready, or two encourage her to join him in that wonderful moment, or if he was just saying it because he loved the way it sounded.
Regardless, it came out. As one hand pressed harder on her sensitive spot, and the other squeezed her tighter, he felt the final thrust come before he jerked, and found his release, spilling himself inside of her. The action caused him to let out a strong groan as the euphoria flooded him. It was an incredible sensation, one that caused him to closed his eyes and have to force himself to focus on his breathing. His panting caused his chest to heave in strained and heavy breaths, as he slowly released his hold on her chest and withdrew his hand from being inside of her. Instead, he used one hand to rest on the side of her head, pressing against the couch and used it to brace himself up so that he did not crush her under his weight. He remained tucked inside of her, unable to fully pull out just yet. He instead, allowed himself to bask in this ecstasy she had caused to fill every part of him.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 23:26:55 GMT
The exploration of one another's bodies was definitely something that filled Mystique with immense pleasure. It was like he had twenty hands and they were all over her body. It felt amazing.. he knew just how to touch her to make the volcano deep inside of her erupt with a massive force. She was building closer, and closer..with each thrust, and each of his pleasured cries. The way he said her name even threw her in to overdrive.
She could feel him throbbing, signaling that he was about to burst as well. She wanted to hold off until he was ready. Although she'd never done this before, instincts alone told her that it would further intensify the experience if the two of them came together at the same time. She waited until she heard her name from his quivering voice against her lips.. she knew that it meant that he was ready. That he wanted her to join him in the cloud of euphoric bliss that he was about to be pulled in to.
Sure enough, the moment she let herself go, a cry of sheer ecstasy escaped those pretty blue lips as her head fell back and her hips bucked once more against his before writhing. Her body trembled and squirmed beneath him as she rode wave after wave of absolute nirvana. Panting heavily, she started to relax beneath him, still shaking as she slid her hands over his back, caressing his skin slowly. She wanted to speak of how incredible it was. She wanted to tell him wonderful she felt. Unfortunately, she couldn't seem to find the words. Every time she opened her mouth to speak, only a mere whimper was released.
Instead of using words, she simply opened her eyes and she looked up in to his. One of her hands moved from his back so that she could touch his cheek. Finally, she was able to think of something to say. "I was right... Magneto really is amazing.." she breathed.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 26, 2014 0:26:55 GMT
Much to his delight, she had reached that point along with him, and it had indeed made everything stronger and more wonderful. Hearing her cry out with the pleasure that he too felt, was incredible. And he longed to hear it again. He could feel her hand move from his back to his cheek in a soothing touch as she spoke words that caused an amused smile to form on his lips. It added to the perfection of this moment. It was enough to cause his eyes to open as he looked into hers, memorizing every detail of her face. Not only how it looked physically, but the expression he saw behind it; the look she had seconds after they had just experienced each other for the first time. They were hiding nothing in this moment, not even their own bodies. His hand moved down to her leg, gently caressing her thigh to ease the slight tremble it had. He knew that it was not just about telling a woman she was beautiful, but rather, showing her that she was beautiful. And he hoped that after tonight, Mystique truly believed that.
He felt his breathing ease enough to actually be able to speak, not wanting her to think that her words fell on deaf ears. "Well you made him feel so," he told her. She made him feel rather incredible. While he was not a man who could so easily speak of his emotions -- having kept them so guarded for decades of his life. It was not a habit he could easily break out of. But he also did not want to do anything that may suggest he was done with her. That he had ulterior motives in doing this, for he had none. What drove him was his admiration and need for her and that in itself was due to so many things that she encompassed. He even still could not bring himself to pull out of her, still deriving enjoyment from how she felt; how she made him feel being inside her. He leaned down to softly kiss her lips, passionately, but not filled with the same heated intensity as they had during their vigorous activities. "How do you feel?" He asked in a low voice, hardly above a whisper, heard only because of their close proximity. Still being tucked inside of her, kissing her, caressing her, not moving from on top of her . . . this was all so dangerous, for he already found himself fighting the urge to tell her that they should move this to his bedroom.
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It was slow going, but reality was coming closer in to view. Even though the two of them were locked still in a very intimate embrace, thoughts of possible repercussions would soon start flooding Mystique's mind. However, for now, she was still allowing herself to be living in the moment. They would obviously have to figure out where to go from there, but this moment wasn't the time. Another smile curved on to her lips. "I feel.." She breathed a sigh. "Like i'm floating in a cloud. I'm tingling all over the place. And honestly?" Her smile turned in to a rather devious little grin. "I could probably do it again." A soft laugh slipped past her lips.
The fact that he still hadn't pulled himself out of her was an inclination that he felt the same way, or at least close to it. At one point, he moved a little, which made his angle inside of her shift slightly. The new angle made another shiver run through her, and a very small breath of a laugh followed. "Yeah.. I could -definitely- do it again." She had a bit of a teasing tone, but it was definitely the truth.
Part of her was inclined to ask what it all meant, or what was going to happen next.. but that part of her was Raven. Mystique wanted to roll with it. To go with the flow. She didn't need answers.. she knew somehow that what happened was... different. Special somehow. "Although.. maybe next time, you shouldn't be so over dressed," she glanced at his pants that were still on for the moment, and she playfully winked. Nudity definitely had it's perks in situations like this.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 26, 2014 5:06:11 GMT
Erik rather enjoyed seeing her smile; one that was so genuine, particularly in her current form. He listened attentively as she began to describe how she felt. Sensations that he could most certainly relate to as well, so he returned a small smile when she vocalized what was running through her body. It wasn't until she said that she could do it all over again that he slightly raised an eyebrow from the intrigue he felt by her words. She certainly wasn't making it easy to part ways tonight. In fact, she was making it downright impossible. "You should not tempt me," he teased in return, lightly down to lightly kiss the corner of her lips. And how very tempting she was. Such a seductress. He had never seen this side of her before, and supposed it came from her sudden empowerment. She made a comment of how he was overdressed and his smile turned into one of amusement as he turned his head to look at what remained of his shirt.
"I suppose it would have saved the demise of my shirt," he said teasingly before looking back at her. "Not that I am complaining," he added. Seeing her shed him of his clothing in an almost animalistic way had only strengthened his own arousal. Looking at her now and on the subject of clothing . . . "You look perfect as you do now before me," he began to say. "You should not let clothing shield your perfection. It would be an aberration." For it would go against how she looked normally. To add encouragement, he took advantage of this position, allowing his hand to move over her body as his eyes followed his actions, taking in the sight of every part of her. Starting from her shoulder, down her arm, across her chest, and moving down between them as his hand skimmed over her center to feel the liquid proof of her enjoyment derived from their amorous activities. And my, did it feel wonderful.
"It is such a shame, to always cover such beauty." He suddenly seemed to register the words that she had said. Next time. It caused him to break from his thought process as his hand skimmed up her neck and cupped her chin, slightly titling her head slight upwards. "Next time," he began to say, reiterating the words she had spoken. "Now that sounds promising," he told her, clear suggestion in his voice. Of course he wanted a next time. He was even prepared for the next time to be tonight. He feared the limited time they had together and wished to take advantage of every moment. Though for now, he did not let the thought spoil the moment. Slowly, he pulled out from being inside of her, feeling the immediate deprivation of it. The action had caused him to let out a slight breathy groan, using whatever restraint he had to not simply push back in. "And maybe next time, we won't spoil the couch or my clothes," he said jokingly, clear teasing in his voice as he found it amusing more than anything else. Though he imagined that he would have to clean it a little, before anyone came and saw proof of what they had done here tonight.
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When Magneto spoke of not tempting him, it only made her grin widen. "Aw. But I'm enjoying it so much.." Soon enough, the two of them would have to work to take down Shaw and his minions, all while trying to keep themselves safe from everyone else who was after them. It was mutants against the world, and chances of them getting to spend a lot of time together figuring out what it was that the two of them had, it was best to just enjoy every moment like this that they could be together. Alone. Giving themselves a moment of happiness.
She looked to the side at his shirt and she playfully shrugged her shoulders. "I'm sure you have other shirts. That was was a casualty.." she pursed her lips in to a little frown before she pressed those lips tenderly against his. She knew he wasn't complaining, but the teasing somehow heightened the flirtation and took it to new levels. Mystique listened as he spoke of her beauty. How she shouldn't hide it beneath clothes. Honestly, she wasn't worried about offending anyone with her nudity, as it wasn't entirely blatant, but rather offending them with her vibrant color, and not blending in. However, that seemed to change tonight. Now, she wasn't so afraid to show her true colors.
As Magneto touched her, appraising her body as he sang her praises. How could a girl not swoon? Chills ran along her body once more especially when his hand moved to her still sensitive core. "Mmm.." She sighed softly. "Not to mention the restraint that comes with clothing. Now that I have a taste of freedom I'm not sure if i'd even want to go back to it."
Next time. There would definitely be a next time if she had anything to say about it. "It does, doesn't it?" She turned her hand so that the back of her fingers were gliding over the side of his face. Another small laugh rolled past her lips. "This is the most action this couch has ever seen. I guarantee it." After he had pulled out of her, she felt a sensation that she wanted him to be back inside of her. She couldn't extinguish her desire, but she knew she had to learn to keep it in check. They couldn't be pouncing each other every time they made contact. This would have to stay on the down low.
"I'll clean up. It won't take long." A little bit of a scrubbing of the leather and some cushion flipping and it'd be good as new.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 26, 2014 23:04:12 GMT
She said she was having fun and . . . well, Magneto would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying this. It had been so very long since he had lowered his guard to this extent. It was why she proved to be a danger to him. A beautiful danger no doubt. One he was unsure whether he could resist. Tonight proved that. And to know that she was someone he would see again . . . someone he wanted to see again, and be with. It was uncommon for to him have such desires, but there was something about Mystique. That was becoming abundantly clear. He pushed aside his thoughts for the time being, enjoying what time they had to linger in this casual air between them. It was as if everything else had been put on hold. But he was well aware that the moment they stepped outside this room, that would all change, and they would have to face reality. He smiled with amusement as she spoke of his shirt being a casualty. Rather liking the sound of that. "It was well worth the sacrifice," he told her, before she moved toward him for another passionate embrace. One that he gladly returned, as his lips moved over hers, unable to ever grow sick of the sensation of her touch.
Restrains of clothing. Ah yes. How true that was. "You shouldn't," he encouraged when she spoke of going back. "You should not feel you have to." He wasn't going to tell her what to. He was simply going to encourage her to do what she felt. What she wanted, without fear of what others would think. That was after all how their interactions had begun. "You should consider yourself emancipated from the constraints that society has placed upon you." Empowered. Confident. He knew that these things came with her true identity of Mystique, rather than as Raven. He could tell by the way she spoke, and even by her actions when they made love. When her hands moved over his cheek, his slight smile remained, his own hand skimming up her side, moving to her shoulder as he gently caressed it. His couldn't help but let out the slightly chuckle, more so a small breath of amusement, as she spoke of this couch having seen the most action tonight. "I am unsure whether that is a good thing or a bad thing," he said jokingly. He didn't exactly what to envision other people doing anything similar to him and Mystique on this couch. So he would take it as a good thing.
"Though it is not my primary selection of a suitable location for our activities--" Because he was slightly more traditional in that he would have imagined it in a bed. "I would not have changed a thing." Because it felt perfect. Besides, he had not been thinking of their limited space at the time. He had been focusing on her, and only her. His hand once touching her shoulder went to his pants, as his other hand remained in place bracing him above her. He tucked himself in, pulling up his pants and using his powers to redo his buckle. Much to his regret. For he found himself already growing ready for her once again. She then spoke of how she would clean the bed. "You said to make myself at home," he began to say, referencing the earlier portion of their conversation before all this started. "So allow me the responsibility of ensuring that no mark is left." Because that would just be embarrassing for them both. He still felt so reluctant to move from his seemingly perfect position. Hovered over her, basking in the pleasure that he still felt. And still craved. He just found himself gazing intently into her vibrant golden eyes. What did one say in this moment? Was there anything that should be said? Were words even necessary?
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Magneto spoke of how his shirt's loss was well worth the sacrifice and it made Mystique smirk. Oh, how she just wished that -he- could walk around nude all the time... but considering he had flesh and nothing to cover him up, unlike her fortunately placed markings. "Too bad I couldn't see you without the restriction of clothes from now on. Although something tells me that nothing would ever get done." She teased with a small laugh.
Out in the real world, there were horrible things happening. Things that needed their attention. But that might as well all have been on hold right now. If only one of them had the ability to make time stand still... Since that wasn't the case, they'd just have to savor each moment that they had. "And I do feel emancipated. Mostly from the tyranny of pants." Another teasing grin crept on to her lips. She couldn't help the playful banter. The tongue-in-cheek was more than likely the only thing keeping her tongue-out-of-mouth.
She laughed at his comment about not being sure if the couch seeing action was good or bad. "Pretty sure it's good." She mused. When he offered to clean up instead, she simply nodded. "If you insist." She placed a kiss on his forehead, but she didn't make any sort of movement to shift away from the position they were in. He was tucked back in to his pants, but she was still lying beneath him, completely struck by the feelings that were rushing over her. Somehow, in that moment, that she knew that no matter what would happen, she'd be as loyal to Magneto as she was to Charles.. and that was going to cause some complications.
"As far as us not being in a bedroom.." she started, another warm smile touching her lips. "I wouldn't have changed it, either. Because this is apparently how it was supposed to happen." It all happened for a reason.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 27, 2014 2:08:40 GMT
She spoke of how it was unfortunate that she could not see him without the restriction of clothing. Had he been a less arrogant man, perhaps he would have given a shy smile. But instead, he just gave a slight smirk at her flirtatious words. "Well, you half succeeded tonight," he began to say. "For thanks to the destruction of my shirt, I am forced to wander partially without clothing." The top half. The less, revealing half he supposed. But still. It wasn't exactly in Magneto's nature to walk around the mansion topless. He liked to think he was a little modest than that. He was of course just teasing her. Everything they had done tonight was well worth whatever the repercussions were of their actions. He would never regret it, nor think of it as anything less than perfection. "I will admit that your decision to be in your natural form, will make it difficult for my to accomplish anything," he told her, returning the words to her, yet in this case, it was not hypothetical. He had always thought her to be quite breathtaking as Mystique. And knew they could not be too revealing of their affections for one another. Or however their relationship could now be classified.
Once again, an amused smile followed her words, playing along with the subject of the tyranny of pants. How wonderful it felt to speak with such light humor. "I wish I could say the same," he teased in return, his words more suggestive. For as he had already previously established, quite a few times, he would rather like to do this again. But his mind struggled to remind him of self control and the need to withhold his desires that came with being a man. The tender gesture of her placing a kiss on his forehead, made him close his eyes for a moment. She was truly not making this easy. The conversation was such a delight, her touch was such a sensation . . . how could he bring himself to depart from her wonderful company? He opened his eyes, as she spoke of how it had been meant to happen this way. Fate. A concept he was still unsure as to whether he actually believed in or not. "You are right," he agreed. "It was the right time and place for it." Because of what they had discussed prior to the first kiss. And even during the beginning stages of their activities. Her decision to be herself, her preference to be called Mystique . . . it would not have happened this way had he succumbed to desires when seeing her in his bed when in her natural form. It was more powerful this way.
He leaned down, for one final kiss, allowing it linger and slightly deepen before he forced himself up, removing himself from on top of her. He had to do it in one swift motion, otherwise, he would continue to procrastinate this gesture. "I will go get something to clean the couch with," he stated. As he stood on his feet, his eyes went to her gown. He reached for it with a bit of an amused smile and looked at her for a moment. He then pulled it over his arms, the length of it clearly evident that it was not his nor his size for it was rather small. But what other choice was there? He needed something to cover his upper body. At least it was white, and thus a neutral color. Tying it together he cast her another glance before he walked toward the door, waving the lock with his hand, and slowly opening to first check the area, before he went to the kitchen. He was quick, not wanting to spend more time out here than necessary should anyone else be awake in the mansion. He found a cloth, wet it, and then hurriedly returned to the living room, closing and locking the door behind them as he approached the couch to inspect how much of a mess they had made.
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Aww.. that was quite adorable. Magneto, strong, powerful, confident mutant was too modest to be wandering around shirtless. She wasn't entirely sure why he would want to keep that hidden. He certainly had nothing to hide. He kissed her just as he was about to stand up, and she returned the kiss as long as she could until he moved away. She very slowly sat up, trying to stave off the slight dizziness she felt when the blood rushed to her head.
"Wow," was all she was able to mutter to herself when everything started to come in to focus. "That really was.. wow.." It was probably lame, but she was still a girl who had just made love for the first time. Her attention shifted slightly when she saw Magneto slipping her robe on to his shoulders. "I thought the girls were supposed to wear the guy's clothes after this happened?" She asked with a small grin. She then picked up the torn shirt, and she examined it. "Even though that's not really an option."
Her smile remained as she stood up so that he could clean the couch after he was finished getting the necessary tools for the job. She glanced at the sofa to see what kind of mess they had made, and it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. Still, a blush would have definitely been noticed if she were in her human form. "Magneto," she started, blurting out before she could even think about it. "You could..stay in my room tonight if you want. It's away from everyone else so we wouldn't be caught. Even if you snuck out in the morning." She didn't want to part from him unless she had to. "Unless you just want to part ways tonight.. and then.. we'll see each other in the morning?.."
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 27, 2014 4:34:23 GMT
Her reaction as she stood brought a small smile to his lips. To know that it was as earth shattering an experience for her as it was for him -- even if he was not as verbal about it -- truly was a comfort. His amusement remained when she spoke of how it should be the woman who wore the man's clothing, seeming to realize that it was not a possibility in this case. "If you are feeling deprived of that opportunity, then I will make sure you are given it next time." Though they had discussed that she should not be covered with clothing, this was different. It was merely a playful exchange, normalizing the intimacy of their relationship. Relationship. Had it come to that? He knew he felt something strongly with her, but . . . what would become of them once the mission was complete? It was not a newly formed question in his mind, but he feared the rationality that was slowly starting to re-enter his brain now that they were no longer locked in an intimate embrace.
As she had stood, it was quite easy to wipe off any indication of what had taken place on this couch. The leather material of the furniture made it easy to remove the residue as he cleaned it with ease. He almost paused when he heard her speak his name, and then make an offer. The suggestion was again, something that he had thought of, yet not voiced. He wanted to say yes. Oh how he wanted to. The enticing offer. The tempting idea of going with her to the privacy of her room and then just shutting out the rest of the world. Why couldn't he? What was the biggest risk? Discovery? No. He did not concern himself with that. If Charles were to find out, then he would simply have a talk with his friend. If Hank found out, well, Erik need only remind him of how he had mistreated her by encouraging her to be a mutant. So no. It was not fear of discovery that made him consider the option. It was the fear of allowing himself to feel anything but the anger and hate that had consumed him these past several years. For he had become a monster. A creation of Shaw. So what could he offer Mystique now that could give her any comfort? Was it not selfish of him to seek out his own comfort and peace from her when he may only make things worse for her in the end?
At the same time . . . she was not a weak woman. Not weak minded, nor weak of heart of soul. There were those that doubted her, but Magneto did not. Not anymore. She had proved the pride of her mutation tonight. So why could they not celebrate that? Why could he not find pleasure in her company and offer her the same? Allow a night to tell her she was beautiful and find ways he could to make her feel it as well. Did she not deserve that? How selfish was it of him to accept such an offer? The rationality played over in his mind as he realized he had remained silent, focusing on wiping the same spot though there was nothing left there by the time he recognized his lack of response. Finally, he stopped cleaning and slowly turned his head to meet her gaze. "I do not know what will become of us," he began to say. Them. As individuals; as a pair. The coin in his pocket a constant reminder of what he had dedicated his life to. What was there for him afterwards? His words were an admittance. He could not predict the future. He could not make her any promises, and would not lead anyone on in that sense.
"But if tonight is all that is given to us, then I would very much like to spend it with you." In her bedroom. Away from all the darkness that this world held. For being with her offered a shred of light and hope, something he'd dared not dream of having since he'd been with a particular other woman, so many years ago. Mystique was the only other he felt so strongly for. It wasn't just lust and infatuation. It was something deeper, for he had been with others quite casually. A one night lustful romance, never thinking twice about it afterwards, creating no emotional ties with those. He knew the difference between one night of lust and one night of emotional intimacy. With her, it was the latter. Looking back at the couch to ensure it was clean, he then began to pick up their clothes, her pants, shirt and his own torn shirt. "Shall we?" He asked, wanting to make sure once more that this is what she wanted. That she was certain about it. And of course, ensuring she was ready to leave the living room.
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Was Mysique feeling deprived from not being able to wear Magneto's shirt? Perhaps, but it would be something that they would definitely have to rectify. Which meant that this surely would have to happen again. The train of thought amused Mystique so much that she nearly forgot to say something in response to him. "Maybe just a little." She mused with a grin. She waited patiently as Magneto got the supplies to clean up the sofa.
While he cleaned, she had asked him to spend the night with her. For a brief moment after it flew out of her mouth, she wished that she would have thought before she spoke, but the regret washed away as quick as it came. It took him a few moments to answer, which made her slightly nervous, but she didn't let on that it was clawing at her. 'I don't know what will become of us' was the beginning of his answer. She didn't know either. There was no way of knowing. It wasn't like a normal relationship where they could care for each other and be together.. it wasn't that simple. Not for them. She was about to say that she didn't know what was to become of them either, but Magneto continued, agreeing to stay with her. Clearly, he didn't want to part ways with her just yet either. If tonight was all they had, so be it. What if something were to happen to one of them, and they never got that one night to be...normal?
"I was hoping you would say that." She admitted with a small smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. "I don't know what's going to happen with us, either.. but one night away from all of the craziness sounds too tempting to pass up." 'shall we?' he asked. She took his hand, with her's, after he picked up the clothes that were on the floor, and her smile widened slightly. "We shall." She led him through the common room, toward the stairs, where they quietly ascended to her bedroom. Once they were inside, she took extra precautions by locking the doors, windows, and closing the curtains. It was time to shut out the world until the morning came.
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