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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 29, 2014 2:53:27 GMT
It felt incredible to be inside of her after so long. She felt as wonderful as he remembered, an addiction that he would never be able to rid himself of. How could someone be so consistently perfect. It had been a torment in prison, yet a sensation right now. The way her foot moved along his leg to push his pants down caused him to let out a groan of pleasure, among all the other sources of his sheer enjoyment right now. It never failed to arouse him how she moved the parts of her body. Whether it were during the intimate moments such as these, or even the way she casually walked. She had an undeniable sensuality to her and Magneto found himself constantly entranced by it. Feeling her open her mouth a little, opening it for him, he took advantage, allowing his tongue full entrance to explore her. He explored the inside of it, caressing where he could with his tongue before finding hers, gliding across it to allow himself to soak in her delicious flavor. It was one that he wished to never replace; one he always craved.
The continuous movements of her body, now causing her leg to hook around his arm, would have made him emit involuntarily sounds of pleasure, were he not currently occupying his mouth elsewhere. She always managed to somehow keep a balance of control between them, perhaps even have more control of him than she knew. Her action had caused him to become more determined and desperate in his strive for his release. His fingers pressed deeply into her legs, his other hand pressing her shoulder against the wall to keep her in place, practically pinning her though he knew she had the power over him to move if she so desired. His movements became stronger, harder, faster, repeatedly pounding her against the wall in rapid upward motions. He felt himself growing so close and having hindered himself from speaking, he made it known to her through their lock mouths. Deepening the kiss before gently biting on her lip as indication that he was nearly there, silently urging her to come with him. It also slightly hindered his breathing, though he didn't care. It merely caused his chest to heave with each strained breath he did take, more focused on the goal as he could feel himself only a few thrusts away to that euphoric state of heightened pleasure. One that she was so very capable of taking him to.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2014 3:11:32 GMT
The two of them moved so fluidly together that it was like their bodies were almost made to join together. One would believe that it was because of the fact that they had been together so many times, but that wasn't the fact since the two of them had been like this since their very first time. It was just their connection.. the way they could just flow together. That was likely the reason why there wouldn't be anyone to Mystique like Magneto. He was her first, and to her, she knew he was the 'one'. Again, it was something that she'd never speak of, more than likely.
His hard, and fast thrusting made it absolutely impossible for her to hold herself together. She already felt that familiar stirring deep within her that signaled that she was about to fall over the edge and in to a state of euphoric bliss. The nibble to her bottom lip by Magneto's perfect teeth were a sign that he was close as well. She appreciated the sentiment, because it meant that they didn't even need to speak for that purpose.. they could just work off of each other's signals and body language. That familiar throbbing that she felt deep inside of her each time he thrust upward was also an indication of how close he was. She took the cue, and with a soft moan against his lips, she finally allowed herself the release she had been craving.
The way his fingers pressed in to her skin and the way he shoved her against the wall made her climax heighten that much more. Her body began to tremble as her muscles tightened. The tighter she clenched, the more she could feel that throbbing - which also heightened the sensations. The kiss deepened...grew hotter, and even more fevered than it had been before.. but soon, she couldn't hold on to the kiss anymore, and a breath had to come. She let her head fall back, and she moaned over and over as she fell in to that pure state of complete bliss. Her toes curled and her hips writhed against his as his mutant name was cried out in a breathy scream.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 29, 2014 3:31:04 GMT
Whether she did it intentionally or not, it was as if everything she did, only strengthened his release. The way she tightened her muscles with him inside was beyond glorious. The way her hands moved along him, or the sounds she made, or . . . just, everything about her. This was what he had missed for all these years. This was what he had longed for. The thought of being apart from her as she discovered her own path, even if it took weeks to come back to him, it was weeks too long. He hated that he found himself so dependent on her, yet enjoyed it at the same time. The odd contradiction was not something he wished to understand. He didn't want to understand. He merely wanted to bask in all she made him feel. And right now, she was doing an incredible job of giving him that immense euphoria. For soon enough, he found his release, spilling inside of her. Pulling apart from the kiss, he heard her cry out his name which just made what he was feeling now all the stronger. To know that it was his name on her lips, his that had caused her to cry out in such a way. It caused him to have this odd sense of possessiveness over her, not that he knew she was his. But right now, he couldn't help but feel that. And could easily return the sentiment. For in these moments, she was his and he was hers.
His release had come with his own sounds of pleasure as he let out heavy groan as the ecstasy hit him and filled every fiber of his being. Had he been a weaker man, his legs would not have been able to keep standing. With their mouths now apart, he took the opportunity to attempt to catch his breath, though it only came out in heavy pants, his chest heaving against hers. He loosened his grip on her leg and shoulder, letting his whole body relax, yet numb with pleasure at the same time. He was far from done with her for the night, but this was indeed a magnificent start. With his eyes still closed he leaned his head forward, his lips lightly kissing the side of her neck, letting his tongue caress the skin and his teeth tease and tug it, for he still felt the need to taste her, still unable to form cohesive words right now. He wasn't quite ready to pull out of her, or even set her down unless she did so of her own choosing. He was still enjoying having her in this position, and somewhat in his arms.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2014 3:48:30 GMT
It happened every now and again while they were together that the two of them climaxed separately, but the two of them discovered that when it happened at the same time, it was completely earth shattering. Which is why, the two of them worked as hard as they could to release at the same time. It was complete ecstasy.
As Magneto followed her in the wave of their shared climax, she clutched him tightly, panting and kissing his neck while he groaned and worked to catch his own breath. As his seed flowed inside of her, she shuddered and trembled against his body. She breathed hotly against his ear, and finally, she spoke. "We were never good at waiting for a bed, were we?" She asked in a shaking, teasing voice. Now would be the time for normal couples to profess their love for each other or something similar.. but the two of them had a very different way of doing things.
Oh, Mystique knew that they weren't nearly finished with each other for the evening.. in fact, they probably wouldn't get any sleep until they had completely exhausted each other.. but for now, although it was late, the night was still young to them...and she was in no hurry to stop it. She gazed in to his eyes for a moment as she finally started to catch her breath. Her yellow eyes stared in to his beautiful green ones, and it almost made her forget how to breathe all over again. She nearly told him that she wasn't going to go to Germany..that she was going to just stay with him..but they both knew she had to go..it was the hard truth of it all.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 29, 2014 4:16:34 GMT
They both basked in the silence, using it to catch their breath and regain their senses. Her words when finally spoken, were welcome, as he felt his lips curve into a small smile. She always knew what to say, to keep that comfortable air between them. He was not a verbally sentimental person. He knew that. Perhaps it was a fault of it, to not be able to delve into his heart and vocally tell her how she made him feel. Offer words that other couples could so easily spout out. At the same time, he did not wish to change the nature of their relationship -- apart from the fact that he wished they could be together more. For his bond with her went beyond words; it was deeper than anything that could be said. And he was grateful to her that she knew that. For otherwise, he doubted she would have invested herself in him. As he always believed, she was not naive or easily fooled. She knew him, better than most and it was why he always found himself drawn to her. Which was ironic, for he held the power of magnetism.
He looked at her intently, her words fresh in his mind, but he wished to gaze upon all her beauty, familiar with her for he had once memorized every inch of her face and body; through sight and touch, and even taste. But imagining it in his mind, did not remotely compare to how she looked in the flesh. Perfection. A word that could so accurately describe her, for he had yet to find a fault. And knew he could spend an eternity looking for one with no success. "You tend to have that effect on me," he stated with playful accusation, though with truth. If she was not so desirable, then he would not feel the need to immediately want her every time she was in his presence. And pounce on the opportunity the second they were alone. He leaned forward, lightly kissing her lips before drawing back, and taking a step away from the wall, relying on her hold to keep and for her to continue to have her legs firmly wrapped around his waist.
With her back no longer pressed against the wall, he moved his hands to open her coat, pulling it off of her and tossing it to the ground as his eyes slowly trailed over her upper body, folding his lips inward, his tongue running over them, as he felt a whole new wave of arousal begin to come. He tore his gaze from where it was as it returned to meet her eyes. He stepped out of his pants, shaking the leg loose until he was free of them, before he walked toward the bed, his hands holding her from underneath her legs for additional support should she require it. Once there, he set her down on it, moving with her so they need not unlock their entangled bodies. "Is this better?" He asked with teasing in his voice as he adjusted his position so that he was firmly on top of her.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2014 15:25:11 GMT
A small laugh rolled past Mystique's lips when Magneto spoke. Apparently they both had that effect on each other, then. "Likewise..." she said simply with a playful, devious little grin. It was the truth, too.. the two of them were lucky to ever get near a bed. Even in their year together, they could only be together when they had time, and that was very precious and little for them.. so they had to be together wherever they could. Beggers can't be choosers after all, could they?
When he pulled her away from the wall, she clung her legs around his waist tighter. Her head gently leaned against his in a gesture of affection while he kicked off his pants and walked her to the bed. When he laid her down, and moved so that he was still on top of her, one of her legs fell to the bed and she leaned her head back against the pillow, smiling up at him. "Almost," She mused with a playful whisper. In a quick motion, the agile Mystique pushed down on to the bed, and with her leg that was hooked around his waist, she pulled, and soon she was flipping him over, and sitting on top of him. With the change of angle of him within her, she let out the smallest of whimpers before that wicked smile appeared again. "Now.. -that's- better."
Mystique was all for Magneto taking control, but it was nice to let him relax so that she could do the 'work' every once in awhile. Her other leg was still underneath him, showing off more of her flexibility. Her hips began to rock as her hands moved to caress his bare chest. She took advantage of the fact that even though he was modest around everyone else, she got to experience every part of his body, and she wanted him to know that she worshiped his just as much as he did her's.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 30, 2014 0:37:15 GMT
Her response to his question had been Almost so he supposed he should have braced himself for that one. In one swift motion, she turned the tables flipping him to his back as she positioned him on top. The first night they were together he recalled having thought about relinquishing control to her, where he constantly felt the need for it in every other aspect of his life. Yet giving her some power, especially during these moments of intimacy, well, it was quite arousing for him. Besides, they were equals. He never saw himself above her and he was very sure that she would make the most it this position, just as she always did. So he did not attempt to shift back to be on top of her. Instead, a small smile formed on his lips, akin to a smirk, as he watched her, gazing upon all that epitomized beauty.
She seemed rather satisfied with her current location, as Magneto's hands comfortably rested on either side of her waist. My how he loved her flexibility. It was always such a sight to see her move, every action she made filled with a sensuality and in an enticing manner. It wasn't until she started rocking over him, that his eyes were forced to close as he pressed his head against the pillow, slightly tilting his chin up as he felt overpowered by the sensation of her actions. He felt her hands glide over his bare chest, another touch of hers that made him feel incredible. The combination of everything she would do to him, would surely drive him to madness. He needed to be on some even ground with her. Besides, what kind of lover would he be if he merely derived pleasure from her actions without offering her any in return. So with that thought in mind, he had to gather what strength he had and react. In more ways than merely letting out her name in a breathless groan, which had come almost immediately after she started rocking her hips above him.
His hands went to her chest, one gripping her, filling his hand with her, while the other skimmed down to fall between where their bodies were joined. The first night they had been together -- and many of the ones during their year -- he enjoyed toying with her rather, sensitive region. He enjoyed maximizing the pleasure of her climax. And after not having done it for so long, he felt an overwhelming urge to do it now. So with that determination, he moved a finger her that one spot, placing pressure on it as he toyed with her, the familiarity of it causing a strong bolt of ecstasy that coursed through him. His eyes opened, now realizing how much he just wanted to watch her. Gaze upon her own face as he brought pleasure to her; wishing to memorize it once more, for ten years had been far too long, and this would be the last night they had until who knows when. In the nights they were apart, these were the moments he would remember most. Seeing the expression on her face, hearing her involuntary sounds, and feeling her body express the burst of euphoria. One that he planned to bring to her and to help reach that point, he thrust his hips upwards, pushing deeper inside of her as he exhaled heavily with strained grunts of enjoyment.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2014 15:26:49 GMT
Mystique had a tendency to rather enjoy being in control during bedroom related activities, but honestly the way the two of them went back and forth between dominance was really one of the things that made them so compatible. The intensity of him filling her was only doubled by the way he cupped her breast with his strong hand. Her head fell back, and she inhaled a sharp breath, letting her eyes flutter closed. Her hips began to move faster as she lifted up and then dropped herself down over and over again.
Her eyes had been closed so she didn't notice where his other hand was moving to, so when she finally felt him touching her in that spot that he knew drove her absolutely crazy, she went in to complete over drive. A loud cry flowed past her lips, with his name riding on it. Her hips began to buck as her nails scratched lightly as his chest leaving very thin marks. She doubted that anyone else could know her body the way Magneto did. That intense feeling of being pushed toward the edge was happening again.
Her eyes opened and she looked down, just in time to match his gaze. As she looked in to those gorgeous green eyes, she felt that spark that was inside of her turn in to a blazing inferno. "Magneto," She moaned, her eyes closing once more. She moved her hands to grip his biceps as her hips moved quicker. Her muscles began to tighten, signalling that she was close. Her thighs locked against his waist and she let her head fall back once more. Calling out his name with a shuddering breath was her way this time of telling him that she was about to fall in to that state of bliss once more.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 30, 2014 16:14:13 GMT
How he loved watching her. Watching the way her head fell back, how her breathing hitched, watching her sensual movements -- which really seemed to be very natural for her, for every movement she made was sensual. But he enjoyed seeing them now, in these physical moments between them. For he held a sense of pride and strong enjoyment in knowing that it was his actions causing her to be so uncontrolled. Just as it was hers that caused him to be the way way. After having spent that year familiarizing themselves with each other's bodies, they had also learned what the other enjoyed. It had been an incredible year, to build such an emotional and physical connection to someone -- though Magneto was well aware that the former was more difficult to express and tended to show through the latter. But he was not lamenting in the time apart they had spent right now. He was focusing on the now. On watching her body rise and fall over him as she created a rhythm between them which he reciprocated with his own upward thrusting. They often moved in such natural sync, and this was not something that had been developed over time, but rather, an immediate flow since the very first night they were together.
He further enjoyed this more submissive role as he felt her nails rake across his chest, the sensation causing his chest to heave. He quite honestly didn't care whether she left a mark on him, or did anything to him really. For during these intimate moments, it was silently understood that he was giving himself to her, and he meant that in every way possible. Besides, he had not been with another since her. Since a little over ten years ago. Her reaction to his touch only made him press harder, explore her deeper, add more pressure to where he knew to pleasure her. Hearing the way her voice called out his name, only made him want to hear it again, and again. Her voice, along with her actions -- and just her natural state of being -- were all quite easy for him to become aroused by. And while he felt his body was pushing him to close his eyes to bask in it, he wanted to bask in the sight of her instead. And he was quite happy that he did so, for soon enough, her radiant golden eyes looked down on him and her expression was the one he longed to see; the one he would have been able to just gaze at hour after hour. She spoke his name again and he felt her tighten with him inside. She was growing close and his actions, he knew, was pushing her further along the edge. He would have a little catching up to do it seemed for he was unsure how much longer she would be able to wait. Besides, he was not that far himself.
He suddenly moved to sit up, shifting her up a bit more so that he could replace his mouth where his hand had been on her chest, capturing her breast in his mouth as he suckled her hungrily, allowing his tongue to glide across her hardened tip and his teeth tug it between his lips. His thrusts now were forward pushes rather upwards, having quickly adjusted to this new angle. His now free hand went to grip her from behind, pressing her to him as he continued his strong and quickened movements, picking up the pace of them. A deep groan of pleasure emitted from throat as he continued to work his lips against her chest. His own throbbing began to intensify along with her tightening, and the previous thought of wanting to watch her rapidly fled into his mind. So with a bit of regret, though knowing it would be worth it, he pulled his lips away from her chest and instead, looked at her, watching her face carefully as he once again, found his release within her, able to see it on her face and feel it with his hand as it was between where they were joined. The pleasure of the moment, as it always did, caused him to let out a strong, and slightly louder than before, sound to reflect the euphoria he had just experienced by no one else, but her.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2014 18:02:51 GMT
Every movement Magneto made drove her absolutely crazy with pleasure. Mystique couldn't think of anyone else that could make her feel that way. He just knew her, knew her body, like no one else..not even herself. Mystique found Magneto doing things to her that she didn't even realize she was craving. Stroking and rubbing that sensitive spot between her thighs, and now he moved his position so that he was sitting up and latching on to her breast with his mouth. How he knew exactly what she needed at the time was rather incredible.
When he pulled her close against him, she wrapped her arms around him tightly, and allowed her fingers to comb through the back of his hair as she rested her head against his. Her breaths were coming quicker and quicker, and it was likely very loud since her breath was washing hotly over his ear. Several moans came from her throat over and over again as she felt that blazing fire rushing over her. When she felt his mouth moving away from her breast, she saw him looking at her. Although she still longed for the sensation of his lips against her once more, it made the moment more intense when she saw the look in his eye as he was about to release for her.
Her own eyes fought to stay open but it was in vain. Her eyes soon closed and she bit down on her lip, whimpering and cooing as her body began to tremble and shake. Her face twisted in pleasure and her head started to fall back slightly while her body arched against him. "Oh, Magneto!" She called out, not worrying about the screams of ecstasty since they were under the cover of anonymity in the motel room. She clawed at his back and nearly purred as she writhed against his body, begging him to join her in the cloud of euphoria.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 30, 2014 19:26:56 GMT
He had always known that he would never have enough of her; never cease to crave her body. It was often why when moment like this were granted to them, he didn't want to stop until exhaustion took them over. Because he knew he would regret every second he did not express his deep affections for her. It was a constant need; a constant craving for her that always made separation from her difficult to bare. He had learned how to cope with it, but as he had thought before, she was often on his mind. Especially in the late hours of the night. But tonight, he did have to think of her; he could have her. And he was fully taking advantage of that. Each sound, each scream, only made his grip, touch, and movements in her all the more powerful and faster, clearly showing his need to get to that heightened peak. He knew she was almost there, waiting for him to join her, he could hear it in her voice and feel it in her center as his body filled her. His hands pressed harder inside of her, while grip on her behind tightened, not thinking that he may be leaving bruises on her flawless blue skin. After all, they would rapdily heal.
The feeling of her nails pressing into his skin a further indication of that. In fact, he quite like it when she did such things for it showed that she was just as uncontrolled as he was, and that she like him, was so engrossed in the pleasure of their activities, that it caused an almost animalisitic part of them to unleash. And he absolutely loved to see hers. He could feel himself intensely throbbing, the feeling going to his very tip, which caused him to quicken the pace of his thrusts in sheer desperation. After only a few more particularly strong ones, his body had finally reached the peak of ecstasy as he felt his warm liquid fill her body, as the euphoric sensation filled every part of him. His voice also showed clear signs of his euphoric state as he let out an especially loud grunt and exhalation of breath with her name mixed in there. This time, not as a warning, but more spoken in his state of gratification. He too was not thinking to be quiet, not did he want her to. In fact, he strove to make her cry out and scream during their vigorous activities. He suddenly found it was getting to be too difficult to sit up, and though he wanted his body to be pressed against hers, he let himself relax and bathe in the pool of euphoria is was currently swimming in by allowing himself to fall back against the pillows, with her still sitting up on top of him.
He closed his eyes, unable to keep them open for a few moments as he heavily panted, his chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath. He slowly opened his eyes once more to look at her, wanting to once again see her face in these seconds that followed. His hand that had been toying with her inside, gently skimmed along her inner walls before his hand moved along her still sensitive region, his fingers dampening with the liquid proof of her climax. His other hand that had been behind her, skimmed up her back and moved along her body until it brought it to her face. His thumb went to her mouth, moving it along her lips, slightly causing them to part as he just stared at her. He could not find the words to speak, but he knew which one screamed to mind. Perfection. And though he did not say it, he hoped she could see it in his eyes. For right now, as he always did, he found himself utterly mesmerized by her beauty, caught in a trance as he just stared up at her. He knew without having to feel it that once the aftermath of this passed, he would need her all over again. Because, well, she just constantly had that effect on him.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2014 15:49:12 GMT
As her chest pressed against his, she felt his heart thundering inside of his chest.. her own was doing the same. She stared at him with that state of bliss shining in her eyes. Her lips parted slightly when his thumb brushed against them, and then her blue lips curved in to a sexy little smile. There were so many things that she wanted to say in that moment, and yet she stayed silent, just gazing in to those eyes of his. It was one of those moments again where normal couples would be fawning each other, telling one another of their post intimacy undying love after the release of the endorphins.. but that was something that Magneto and Mystique had never done. They never really had to.. it was just something that was kind of unspoken between the two of them.
However, in this particular moment, Raven was incredibly close to saying such words. She was about to leave for Germany, and she wasn't sure when she was going to come back. Not to mention, she didn't want to change the dynamic between the two of them. "You'll be in my heart forever, Magneto," she decided to settle with that. It got the point across, and sated her womanly need to finally - after a decade - speak the words that she had wanted to say to him. Now that she was able to properly catch her breath, she rested her head against his shoulder and kissed the side of his neck. It was a good time to hold each other, and rest up until it was time for the third round of the evening.
The two of them had the stamina to last all evening, really, but then again, sometimes it was nice when they were just holding each other, and tuning out the horrible world around them. Especially after ten years of being deprived from each other's arms. "Don't let me fall asleep," she whispered, even though she sounded like she was about to do just that. "I want to be awake as long as I can. I don't know when we'll see each other again.. I can promise you though that I refuse to be gone as long as I was before."
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Sept 1, 2014 20:52:50 GMT
Magneto watched as she smiled at him in that beautiful way she often did. One he felt privileged to receive. He gave a small smile in return, filled with the sentiment, and as he continued to enjoy the aftermath of their activities, inclusive of this moment of just holding her. He put one hand on her back, gently rubbing it. She spoke of how he would forever be in her heart and he felt the same way. For she had never left his. Yet vocalizing any emotions had never been his strong suit. Even though he did indeed feel the same way. He deeply cared about her and had greatly missed her when they had been apart. Seeing her now, being with her, had caused so many feelings within his heart and soul to resurface. Though he knew that tomorrow she would be out of the country, unsure of when she would return. His voice was silent but he slightly raised his lips to her forehead, tenderly kissing her, a non verbal reaction to assure her that the feeling was reciprocated, that it was mutual. And he hoped she understood that without him saying the words. Feeling her lips against his neck caused him to close his eyes, his hand still sliding across her back, caressing it.
She want on to say not to let her fall asleep, the words causing his eyes to open as he looked to the side at her. She sounded tired, and while he wanted to spend the entire night showing her how much he cared for her . . . he knew it make the morning no easier. Though she did promise not to be gone as long this time. "And I will be waiting for you to return." Not just the Brotherhood, but to him. Because being with her reminded him of all those things he had tried to suppress. And he knew that with the words and actions they had shared tonight, that their paths would intertwine again. That they would both make an effort to ensure it happened. He turned his head, lightly kissing her cheek, letting his lips rest against her skin. "Handle your business in Germany quickly," he urged her in a low whisper, practically speaking against her skin. "Then come back to me." To him. To be with him, not just to be allies or fellow Brotherhood members, but much more. And in the meantime, all he could do was wait. They had waited over a decade, and he knew that once she came back, that it would be well worth the wait, for he did not plan to let her go from him again.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2014 0:04:43 GMT
When Magneto placed that tender kiss against her forehead, her smile warmed. She understood the gesture...it certainly wasn't lost on her. She knew that Magneto wasn't one to vocalize his feelings, and she was fine with that, because normally, she wasn't either. There was just something about him that brought it out of her. Everything that she'd never say to anyone else just wanted to pour out of her mouth. Especially at that moment. They'd been away from each other for a decade before, yet somehow, it felt like this would be more difficult. "I will," She promised. "I will come back to you."
Her eyes fell closed, and she gently nuzzled his shoulder with her cheek. She decided that this time while she was gone she would keep in touch this time. Hopefully it wouldn't take her very long, but at least a few letters here and there would keep him informed that she was safe, and still planning to return home. To The Brotherhood.. to Magneto. She slowly moved off of him, adjusted herself, and gently pushed him back, so that the two of them were lying down together. She snuggled herself close against him, and lightly kissed his chest.
"I swear, you're like a magnet to me. I might as well be made of metal." She teased with a playful grin. Her eyes were feeling heavy, and she was about to fall asleep no matter how much she fought it off. "I love you, Erik." It was probably the sleepiness that made her dazed enough to actually say it. However, she made sure he knew that it was him who she loved.. not just Magento. She loved Erik Lehnsherr as well. "I'll still mean it in the morning.." she admitted.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Sept 5, 2014 9:53:06 GMT
Magneto felt an odd wave of relief wash over him as she assured him that she would return . . . to him. With all they had been through, it granted him comfort to know that she was going to return for ever since Paris, he had not known where she stood. During that time, he had asked her if she was Charles' Raven or if she was Mystique. Now he knew. And he was so very glad -- at the very least -- of her decision. He moved with her, keeping an arm around her so that he could hold her close to him as they lay down, very aware that she was drifting. Her lips lightly placing a kiss on his chest, just strengthened that comforting feeling, having missed this. Having missed her, tremendously. And knew that tomorrow, he would feel her absence far more than he could ever admit. He smiled when she spoke of how he was like a magnet to her, that she may as well be made of metal. "Is that how you coined my name?" He asked teasingly. He quite liked the sound of that though; for as much as she was drawn to him, he too was drawn to her. A rarity in his life, but one that we welcomed for no matter what, he found himself unable to deprive himself of her, unless it was a forced deprivation -- which made it all the harder.
And then, she spoke words that he had to force himself not to react to. Not that he was even sure how he would have reacted. I love you. She had said the words that were always left unspoken between them, but never unfelt. He had never been one to express his feelings through words, though it had never failed him to realize that women appreciated that. That they wanted that. And yet, he had never done it. Even now, he knew that was not why she said it, to fore him into a response. Love. It was such a powerful word. One Magneto knew he had been undeserving of for so long. Undeserving of his mother's life, for it was part of what had cost her life. It had turned him into a monster; an obsessed man who hunt down Shaw with a vengeance to kill him. Yet after that, after becoming Magneto, he had found new loves. Love for his mutant brothers and sisters. And a love for Mystique. For he too, loved her. And though he may not be able to say the words, he hoped he was right in his assumption that she would not have said them, if she did not believe he felt the same way. For he did. More than he would ever be capable of saying. Besides, he had always felt that from her. Felt her affections and love, and hoped -- perhaps arrogantly assumed -- that it was mutual. He moved her even closer to him still, keeping his arm around her, indicating his lacking desire to ever let her go. She had said that she would still mean it in the morning. How he was already dreading the time.
He turned his head a little, angling it so that his lips were right near her ear. "So will I," he said in a low voice. He would mean it in the morning as well, for he loved her too. "For I feel the same way," he said, the most he had ever said regarding life. Regarding his feelings for her. As he often showed them rather than said them. But something in his moment compelled otherwise. She compelled him to do so. Since the moment he had met her, there had been something about her. Something that had made him seek her out in spontaneous moments to tell her not to hide. He had seen something in her then. Denial had made him believe it was potential, but the truth was that it had always been something much stronger. Something in his heart that he had not even been aware was still capable of feeling emotions apart from anger and hate. He lightly kissed her cheek, keeping his lips there for some time in a lingering embrace as he felt the need to keep the contact, to take in the taste of her skin, the way it felt, her scent, everything about her. He closed his eyes, allowing the rest of his senses to heighten and aid him in remembering every way this moment felt. Every way that she felt. She was magnificent -- to say the least -- and while there was so much out there in the world that hindered them from being together, tonight, within these walls, it was just about the two of them; not only physically, but emotionally as well.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2014 20:20:34 GMT
Mystique knew how Erik felt..and although he didn't have to say anything, the way he reciprocated her affections by saying that he felt the same was enough to make her heart take flight. Instead, she just lightly nuzzled his neck. Her eyes started to close, and after another soft yawn, she started to drift in to a rather deep sleep. It was the sun shining through the curtains that woke her up the next morning. She noticed that Erik was still there, and he was still asleep, and instead of just creeping out, she lowered her lips to his, and gave him a soft kiss. "It's time for me to go, Magneto" She whispered after he was awake too. "I'll be back to you soon." She would have convinced him to go to the air port with her, but that wasn't an option. The two of them needed to go their separate ways now or else they never would. So, once they were awake, and dressed, and finally ready to part from one another's company, Raven was off to the airport, ready to purchase a ticket to Germany. ---------------------------------------------Two Years Later----------------------------------------------Mystique had kept in touch with Magneto through letters. Telling him that she was safe, letting him know that things were going according to plan. Her mother was out of the insane asylum, and her father.. well, he met an unfortunate demise. Of course, she had told him in a letter that it was by natural causes, but he probably knew the reason. It wasn't Mystique's fault.. it was merely self defense. Mystique's father had a pistol and a chip on his shoulder, and that wouldn't fly with her. Her mother, however, had grown to accept her daughter. She told Magneto that she was staying to work things out with the woman.. however, she too ended up meeting her end. This time, it really was natural causes. Old age, and sickness. At least she was able to spend the rest of her days out of the asylum and with Raven.. and someone else, too. Something that Raven had left out of the letters was Kurt.. a baby that Raven had given birth to only nine months after she had left Magneto that night. She had feared going to the hospital in case something went wrong with her human form, and so she gave birth to Kurt on her own. At first, he looked normal.. but within a year, he started to change. His pigmentation was now blue - like her's, and he developed a tail. She knew that he'd be different.. that he'd have abilities as well...but so far, none had surfaced. He was her pride and joy, though..and he was clever. Far too clever to be only two years old. It had been a couple of months since Raven had sent a letter to Erik, but the letter that he received this time was a little different. Dearest Magneto, I'm home. I can't come to the Brotherhood Headquarters yet, though... I have to see you first. Meet me in the park at night fall. This letter will be short, because I do not have enough time. I hope to see you this evening.
Forever Yours, Mystique
And so, once dusk had come, Mystique waited, sitting on a swing, holding a small sleeping child in her lap.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Sept 6, 2014 19:02:13 GMT
Magneto had kept rather busy for the past couple of years. He continued to fight the war against humans, doing all he could to oppose persecution for their race. The Brotherhood was growing strong and a force that was truly starting to be recognized as strong and formidable. Though despite all this, he still found himself missing her, even though he dare not express such emotions to anyone. Not any of his fellow mutants. Not even in the letters he wrote to her in return to the ones she sent to him. It was far too dangerous. And it wasn't exactly an entirely easy thing to admit. To tell her that he missed her, that he thought of her every day -- especially at night for those had often been the times where they were granted privacy to express their feelings for one another. And so many nights and days were passing by without her by his side. It wasn't until two years later that he received one particularly interesting letter. He knew her well enough to know that there was something different about this one. She had returned but had not come to see him right away. Was she in danger? Had something happened? So many questions that would remain unanswered until he met her. So that night, he readied himself, wearing his hat, sunglasses, and a dark coat and pants to camoflauge in the darkness.
He was of course eager to see her, however there was still a feeling deep within the pit of his stomach that he could not ignore. For he could not determine whether it was something good, or something bad. Especially considering that it had been some time between this letter and the last. Had she been compromised? He had of course worried during that time, unsure of where she was and whether she was safe. For the only way he would know that and be able to ensure her safety, was if she was with him. Yet that had posed to be an impossibility. Perhaps until now. As he neared the location she had told him to come to, he could see from a distance that she appeared to be well. Yet she held something in her arms. Something that he had not been able to see properly, until he grew nearer and nearer to her seated position on the swing. He could not pull his gaze from what she clutched in her arms, even though he longed to gaze upon her beauty that he had missed in her absence . . . he could not look away from what she held. "Mystique," he greeted, knowing his tone was more formal than usual. Perhaps it was because he was distracted. It seemed that their reunions often entailed an event that prevented them from greeting each other in the way that would be expected of them. All he could do was look at the bundle, silently asking her to tell him what it was. To appease this nagging feeling in the core of his heart. Surely, this was not what he believed it to be.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2014 19:24:15 GMT
From the swing, she could see Magneto approaching. Her heart rate started to quicken. Was this a bad idea? Should she have stayed in Germany? Or perhaps she should have just left Kurt with Charles. There were so many 'what if's' happening in her mind that she could hardly think straight. She looked down at the bundle in her arms that was starting to squirm around a little. He was waking up. She wasn't surprised, though..he was used to the time shift and in Germany, he'd just be waking up. It was rather late, after all.
Once Magneto was close enough to see that she was holding something, she couldn't help but notice the tone in his voice when he said her name as well as the way he was staring at what was in her arms. She slowly rose from the swing, and clutched the baby closer against her. "Magneto," she spoke in the same tone of voice. She was starting to have second, third, and forth thoughts all at once. It was too late now..and even if she wanted to leave, she couldn't. Not now that she was standing in front of Magneto again. She tried to catch his gaze, but he seemed intent on the bundle. "Well.. i would go on with telling you how much I've missed you but I should probably lead with this." She cleared her throat, and she gently rocked her arms. "Kurt.." she spoke softly. "Wake up baby boy."
The baby shifted in her arms so that a blue face was visible. He opened his yellow eyes and looked up at Erik. His eyes didn't look like that of a two year old. They were wise eyes filled with wonder as he stared at the man.
"Magneto.. this is Kurt. He was born while I was in Germany. Nine months after I left here.." She spoke in a soft whisper. "Erik.." she took a deep breath. "He's our son."
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Sept 7, 2014 17:43:47 GMT
She started with a greeting, and spoke of missing him yet seemed to understand that his focus remained on the bundle she held in her arms. Whatever denial he was currently experiencing was enough to make him avoid making any assumptions; to react only when she confirmed what he dared to think. He looked at the small child as he opened his nice. Vibrant golden eyes like his mother, striking azure skin like his mother . . . it was most certainly the son of Mystique. That much was very evident. And he was indeed a very gorgeous baby boy. And a wisdom behind his eyes, especially for being such a young age. But that was besides the point. For all Magneto could think of was the age. Unless she had a romantic fling with someone as soon as she reached Germany . . . no. He would not think it unless she said it. And her words seemed to be preparing him. She introduced him as Kurt. Said that he was born nine months after she left for Germany. Everything leading up to . . . Erik, he's our son. The words caused a heavy boulder of emotions to hit him all at once, and he could not differentiate them. Nor could he reveal them. He stood there, trying to keep everything he felt guarded. Why, he had no idea. For he seldom ever did so in front of Mystique. Yet right now, he felt he had to. He needed to.
He did not say anything for some time, processing the words and unsure how long it would take for them to fully register in his mind. They had a son. He was a father. Yet, he knew nothing about fatherhood. It was most than just about playing a part in the creation of a life. It was about offering love and support, raising a child. How could he do this? How could he fulfill this role when he knew nothing about it? Magneto did not step near the child, nor did he step away. He just stood there, appearing expressionless and emotionless. He had a son; he was a father. The words kept repeating over and over in his mind yet he didn't think he even fully understood them. There was still a bit of denial there, a lacking acceptance. "Why did you come back?" He asked, his voice more formal than he often spoke to her with, more stern, more . . . different from how he had always spoken to her in the past. "What is it you expect of me?" He asked again in the same tone, perhaps ever so slightly defensively. He was not mad. But . . . well, he had no idea what he was. He only knew that the woman he had admitted to loving was standing before him with their child in her arms. And he was having extreme difficulty wrapping his head around that.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2014 18:26:28 GMT
It was like Magneto's words were a giant fist that punched her in the stomach. In fact, she had to take in a deep breath of air since she had felt so winded. "You wanted me to come back, Magneto. So unless that's changed...well, I guess I missed that memo." The small child was squirming, trying to get down. Apparently, now that he was awake, he wanted to explore. She placed Kurt on the ground and allowed him to move around. Of course he could walk..but there were times when he'd fall to the ground and crawl as quickly as he could, chasing fireflies or crickets.
Mystique's attention turned back to Magneto when he asked what she expected of him. She gave him a look that she didn't think she ever gave anyone. "Did.. did you seriously just ask me that? Really? You know, it's not like you and I had a one night stand and I've come to collect on child support.." She narrowed her eyes. "Actually.. come to think of it.. I'm not sure why I came back. And I certainly don't need anything from you." Mystique's words were as cold as ice. She felt hurt, and she was doing everything she could to keep him from seeing her cry - which was what she started to do as she turned her back toward him. "Kurt.. come on, love. We've gotta go."
Her voice trembled more than she would have liked it to, more than likely giving her true feelings away. Kurt, meanwhile, stood up with his tail gliding through the air, and his golden eyes narrowing. "No." He said firmly before turning around and going back to what he was doing. Mystique lifted a hand to her face and shook her head. "Kurt.. I said -now-" But.. the baby just continued with his mission to catch a moth that had caught his attention.
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