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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 18:10:37 GMT
The brotherhood. Those were the whispers that she could hear as she spied on several young mutants that were inside of a beat up Volkswagon van. The van was on it's way to a secret destination that no one really knew about. In fact, they were all blindfolded, including Mystique who was hiding out as a young, teenage boy for the moment. "Hey man," One of the other kids asked her. "What can you do?"
"Is this show and tell?" Mystique asked in the voice of a post pubescent sixteen year old snarky voice. "I'll show you all what I can do in time. Just chill for now." That's how boys talked, right? She would have kept a disguise of a teenage girl, but on a bus full of boys? No thanks. She didn't need to be blindfolded -and- groped.
"We're almost here," A raspy voice chimed from a man who she'd seen before. He was rough looking. Almost an animal of a man. Apparently he was called Sabertooth. She took a deep breath, and relaxed in her seat as the other boys waved her off and continued to talk among themselves.
Finally, the bus stopped. They were allowed to remove their blindfolds, and they all walked off of the bus. Oh, so secretive. Very nice touch. Of course, they were to be the first members, and the leader of this new Brotherhood would have had to have been secretive. She had no idea who the guy was who initiated this thing, but she figured it was some sort of Freedom Fighter and it really sparked her interest.
They were led inside where Mystique continued to pull off the teenage boy thing, and mocking the rest of them, she adjusted herself as they stepped through the doorway of the newly established HQ, waiting for their fearless leader to reveal himself.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 25, 2014 19:38:08 GMT
Things were going rather splendidly. After his public appeal to mutants worldwide, there had been quite the response. A mix of good and bad of course. He knew that he was a Wanted man, but that hardly deterred him from his goal. At least they called him by his proper name in the media: Magneto, and not Erik. It was probably one of the very few intelligent things that humans had done recently. His focus was now on what he had called, The Brotherhood of Mutants. Because they were all brothers -- and sisters -- joined together to fight against a common threat: homo sapiens. Magneto now had the proof that he needed which was that if they did not act, there would be a future of extinction for their race. A future without mutants. Genocide -- which had always been one of Magneto's greatest fears: to relive the horrors of the first genocide he had experienced. One of the first mutants to join him had been one now called Sabertooth. And he was excellent indeed. Exceptional powers, strength, and very loyal as far as Magneto could tell.
In fact, it was he who was rounded up the latest recruits. Magneto could not reveal to them the location of the Headquarters until he was certain they could be trusted. He was not one to force others to stay here against their will, for he wanted them to truly believe in the cause they fought for; not become mindless soldiers in this battle. Unlike the humans' approach. He remained inside, taking a deep breath as he placed the helmet on his head, clad in his Magneto uniform; the same one he wore when threatening the President and making his speech in front of the cameras. He did tend to have a flare for the dramatics and enjoyed histrionics at times. Hearing the van approach, Sabertooth soon came to inform Magneto that they had arrived. Magneto gave a small nod and after a few moments, walked out to the elevated platform, looking at the group of their newest recruits. Most of them were young. Eager. They had that thirst in their eyes for action and adrenaline rushes. He did not want them to be here for that reason, but as they commenced training . . . it would soon weed out the ones who were not here for the first purposes.
"My fellow brothers," Magneto began to say, projecting his voice, ensuring it was strong but not a yell. Having a tone that held purpose and strength. For he was their leader and he had to act as one. "Welcome to the Brotherhood," he continued to say, looking over each of the boys. He had yet to determine their powers -- which was why he currently wore the helmet. Even though he had done his research, one of them could still be a spy sent here to uncover secrets of the Brotherhood and ultimately lead to his capture. Magneto did not think it was paranoid of him to consider this . . . it was the only way to evade capture when he was one of the most wanted men in the world. "We come together for a common purpose: to oppose the threat that humans have imposed on us! We fight for our freedom. The freedom of persecution. For how many of you live every day in fear of discovery? Fear to be captured, tortured, and murdered like so many of our brothers and sisters before us. The world perceives us as a danger, one that must be permanently eradicated. I say to you, let us prove to them that we are not submissive. That we will not allow them to infringe upon our rights as citizens of this world. Will you join me in this fight? Will you join me this fight for our freedom?!" His words were responded to by cheering and yelling. It was Magneto's intention to get them riled up; to ignite the spark within them and turn it into a passionate fire; a passion for the cause.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 21:49:58 GMT
The moment that the leader of this Brotherhood stepped toward them, Mystique's lips curved in to a smirk. It looked normal enough. A sixteen year old boy with a cocky grin. It seemed to fit in along with the rest of them. From what she knew of Charles, he was building up a school for mutants. A way to teach them how to use their abilities, as well as a place to shelter them from those who shunned them. Meanwhile, of course Magneto was doing something similar yet vastly different. He was recruiting for an army. Safety in numbers.. he had a good point. Mystique had to admit it.
To stay concealed as part of the group, Mystique cheered with the others. Of course there was a show off or two. One had bolts of electricity coming out of his fingers and another was fading in and out, showing that apparently he had the power of invisibility. Yep. A bunch of show off's. Mystique fought off the desire to sigh and shake her head. What she really wanted to do was reveal herself, but the time would come for that. She wasn't being a spy.. she just wanted to see what the whole thing was about. And now that she knew it was Magneto who was running the show, she was that much more curious.
"I want to fight! Oppression is lame!" One of the boys called out. "Yeah!" Another one bounced in to the conversation. "I don't care if humans are afraid of us. We're not scared. We'll never be afraid again!" The other boys cheered and called out all excitedly.
"No more hiding." The boy that was Mystique chimed in, stepping forward, away from the rest of the rowdy little crowd. "That's what someone told me once, and it's been stuck in my head ever since. Such a little phrase. Such intense meaning." She looked at the other boys and she started to walk around the group. "You're all excited to go fight for our rights.. but have you picked names yet? It's crucial, you know." She shot a look at Magneto. Surely he'd have caught on by now.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 26, 2014 0:12:18 GMT
Magneto's eyes searched over the crowd as he saw various displays of their individual powers. He would always find a mutants' gifts nothing less than extraordinary. It was how they used it that further defined them. He was about to turn to Sabertooth to tell him to make arrangements for the recruits and settle them in, when he suddenly heard a phrase that was all too familiar. No more hiding. It caused him to freeze for a moment, as his head sharply turned toward the crowd. The person who stated it stepped forward. Magneto did not recognize him. He looked like a young man, as the rest did. But the boy was looking at him, in such a familiar way. It was his next words that caused a slight smile to creep onto Magneto's lips as what he dared to hope for, had come true. Of course. Was he concerned that she had found him? No. Not at all. In fact, quite the contrary. He was rather pleased and impressed that she once again proved her intelligence and excellent utilization of powers to sneak her way into what should have been a secret location.
"You are right," he said in return, deciding to play along. "For it was once an extremely intelligent mutant who had granted me my own name of Magneto," he revealed. He knew who she was. And he wanted her to know, that he knew. He held out his hands and began to descend from the platform, using his powers to grant him the ability to fly. Once his feet were on the ground, he stood in front of the crowd, currently interested in only one mutant: Mystique. "And what may your mutant name be?" He asked with a slight smirk, enjoying the tease. He was unsure whether she would reveal herself to all, or if it would be something reserved behind closed doors. Or, whether she even intended to stay. "Or would you prefer to have a private discussion?" He asked, giving her that option. He had never expected to see her here and so was going to take advantage of the opportunity as best as he could.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2014 15:33:40 GMT
The whole time that Mystique was speaking, she'd glance up at Magneto who's expression seemed to change after she had said certain things. She knew it wouldn't be long until he figured it out.
The cat was out of the bag, in the most perfect way. She knew that he'd pick up on the hints that she was dropping for him, and she wasn't displeased with the look in his eye when he discovered her real identity. She listened as he spoke to the boys. Telling them about a particular mutant who gave him his name. That infamous name that was on so many lips as of late. Mystique felt a sense of pride, and it showed in the smile that was on the lips of the teenage boy whom she was disguised as.
"I don't need privacy," the boy mused with a smirk. "In fact, sometimes I like an audience." Soon, the boy's skin shifted and it was suddenly blue, and he most certainly wasn't a boy. The clothes were shed, and all that was left was very much a woman, instead of the boy that was thought to be on the bus. There were many stunned faces, and one or two whistles that Mystique ignored. "You can call me Mystique.." she spoke, glancing toward the rest of the boys. She then focused on Magneto once more. "And on second thought, maybe I wouldn't be against a private discussion." A playful wink followed.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 26, 2014 23:04:23 GMT
Magneto's smile slightly grew as he watched her so effortlessly transform into her natural self, causing a reaction from the others. Including ones of admiration and praise, evident through the whistles and whispering comments. And why shouldn't she be received by that? Magneto had always told her how beautiful she was. She had a very natural, grace, elegance and poise to her. It was clear in the way she spoken, stood, and in her mannerisms. It was all part of the appeal that encompassed the ravishing woman before him. The fact that she liked an audience, just as he did, showed that strong commonality they shared. That, and it further revealed her comfort in being herself, unafraid of the reactions it would cause. "Mystique," he repeated, though as more of a greeting above anything else. She had found him. And he was proud for it. However, he also could not ignore the circumstances in which they last met. It intrigued him all the more as to what had caused her return here, so when she spoke of how she wouldn't mind a private conversation . . . he was only too happy to accept her preference. Obviously not wishing to reveal the former nature of their relationship in front of all these recruits -- or anywhere in public for that matter -- he suppressed his emotions and returned to his more formal self. "Come with me then," he calmly stated as he began to turn toward the entrance that he had come from; one that would lead him back into the Headquarters as he would take her to own office area -- for lack of a better term. "Sabertooth," he said, referring to the other mutant. He gave a small nod and began to round up the recruits to get them settled. As Magneto reached the elevated platform, he offered his hand to Mystique to help her step onto it, before he too raised himself on it -- in the more traditional way: walking.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2014 2:05:19 GMT
Although Mystique's presence definitely piqued the interest of the other mutants, the only one she really cared about at the moment was Magneto. She would wait to tell him how impressed she was at what he was doing until they were out of ear shot. When he spoke her name in greeting, she her eyelids slowly closed. It was her way of greeting him as well, without anyone thinking anything of it. After he told her to follow him, she did as he instructed while the one called Sabertooth led the boys to get settled. Most of them were already trying to come up with names for themselves and each other.
She followed him to the platform where she took his hand and accepted his help on to it. "So this is your new empire," she mused with a low voice, deciding to keep mostly quiet until they were in his 'office', or wherever he did his business. "I was tipped off on the Brotherhood by way of rumors.." That's how she got most of her information. "And I had to see what it was all about. Especially when I found out it was supposed to be a secret. You know that Keep Out signs turn me on." She spoke teasingly. "I don't know how my mind didn't automatically go to you being the leader."
They had much to talk about, but that could wait for now. At least until they got to somewhere much more private.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 27, 2014 4:48:42 GMT
She referenced this as his empire and he quite liked the sound of that. A growing empire, populated with mutants who all shared the same views; all believed in the cause that they fought for. All wished for mutants to flourish. It was a beautiful thing really, seeing everyone come together under this common purpose. She went on to explain how she had found the place. "Most impressive," he praised, not at all unsettled by the fact that she had found him. For even if they were not on the best of terms, he knew that she would not disclose this location. She had after all, once been part of The Brotherhood, back when it had just been him and those once loyal to Shaw in the Hellfire Club. He believed -- and perhaps he could be wrong -- that she still held similar views. She had merely separated from him, because of what he'd done. An action on her part that he did not fault her on. It had been a terrible situation.
"Your skills in acquiring information never cease to impress me," he added. She had been the one to gather all the information on Trask as well. He also did not fail to notice the tone she spoke to him in and the willingness she had to speak to him in private. It presented a certain degree of trust, that she felt comfortable enough to be in the same room as him, in private as well. Even if she had lost trust in him, a semblance of it remained. "Perhaps I left that sign specifically for you," he offered teasingly. "To appeal to you. Convince you to return." Back to him. But he left that part out for now. He released her hand when they were on the elevated level and began to lead her through the doors. Every headquarters location would be temporary, for it was essential they not stay in once place for too long. It would inevitably be compromised, especially with each grand mission they completed.
She wondered how she did not assume it was him who led this campaign, and he didn't exactly blame her for that. "Maybe you did not see my televised speech?" He asked, genuinely curious as to whether she recalled it. "It was almost as impressive as your ability to find this presumably secret location," he said with an ever so slight tease in his voice, his arrogance causing to speak highly of his own charismatic words that had brought forth an influx of mutants who wished to join him. As they made their way to his office, he waved it open, stepping in, assuming she would follow, before closing the door behind them. Upon doing so, he turned to face her, gathering his thoughts as he looked at her. "You look well," he stated. Compared to when he last saw her; injured in her leg -- an injury that he had caused. But other than that, she seemed to have her wits about her. A familiar energy that had existed in the Mystique he knew before he had attempted to kill her.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2014 19:23:23 GMT
Magneto spoke to Mystique of how impressed he was with her. No matter what the situation, it always made her feel a since of pride when Magneto praised her abilities. Perhaps it's because she didn't want to shatter her own repuation, or even Magneto's image of her - because that was who she was really. That was real. "I'm glad I can still manage to impress you." She spoke in a rather teasing tone, yet it was the complete truth.
A laugh chimed from Mystique's throat when he said that perhaps he left the sign there, for her. "It wouldn't surprise me, honestly, Magneto. In truth, I think you may have missed me a little." Even though she still held that playfulness in her voice, she still knew that part of it may have been true. Even though the two of them hadn't left each other on good terms, she even still missed him from time to time. More often than she'd likely admit.
He seemed surprised that she didn't know it was him causing this new revolution. Apparently, his speech had been televised. That could explain why his name had been on so many mutant's lips. "I try to make it a point to stay away from television.. politics make me sick." There was a slight bitterness in her voice. She had grown cold toward humanity in general, but she managed to keep most of herself intact by staying away from the news as much as possible. "I'm sorry I missed it now, though. I bet it was inspirational.. You have an impressive way with words." A smile touched her lips again. Despite herself, she couldn't fight the pang of joy she was feeling from being part of Magneto's brotherhood. Even just being in the vicinity made her feel like she was at home.
Once they were behind a closed office door, he told her she looked well, she quietly laughed. "I look so much better without bullets in my body don't I?" She wasn't trying to start an argument. It was simply banter. "You look as handsome as ever, Magneto. The look of revolution suits you."
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 28, 2014 19:40:13 GMT
She spoke of how she was glad that she still was able to impress him. Regardless of what side she decided to fight on -- even if it was one of her own -- he would forever be impressed by her incredible gifts, among other talents and expertise she possessed. Her tone was teasing, and her laugh caused him to make the smallest of smiles as she spoke of how she believed him to have missed her. That much was true. She had been a vital part of the Brotherhood. They had begun to build up their reputation that year they were together, and she even fought for the cause when he had been imprisoned. "Perhaps," he said casually, nonchalantly. Though he had a feeling she would know the true answer. "You most certainly missed me if you have returned here. For I think a part of you knew it was I leading this campaign," he teased in return. Merely encouraging it before he had a feeling the conversation would eventually turn. Or, perhaps not. She spoke of how politics made her sick. A necessary tolerance if they were to better the future for mutants. "Until the politics sway in our favor, they will continue to sicken the hearts and minds of others." Humans and their ignorant politics. It constantly proved them to be foolish and incapable of leading a nation that held such diversity within it. But then, that had always been the case with humankind.
"The growth in numbers proved it was," he said, that familiar hint of arrogance in his tone of voice and words. "It had been even enough to intrigue you to come," he stated. Though she may not have seen the speech, it had inspired conversation, whispers, interest. That was how any organization started. She made a comment about looking better without bullets and her tone prevented him from believing that she said it in attempt to spark an argument. It sounded like a tease more than anything, and well, it seemed to be a rather good fact that she was able to joke about it at this point. Though firing the gun at her would never be one of his happiest moments. It had merely been something done out of necessity. "You do," he agreed calmly, honestly. "Especially now that I do not have to search a crowd for you." Unlike when she had leaped from the window. Unlike when he had looked for her in the train station. She was here before him now, no longer in hiding. Her following remark caused the hint of a smile, or smirk perhaps, to return. "You are still ever the same flatterer," he stated, a way to express his appreciation for her remark. She was far better at vocalizing such things than he, though seeing her in her blue natural form made it quite easy for the praise to fall from his tongue. More so before, when he did not still feel this weight between them. "The more relevant question is, does the look of revolution suit you?" It was his way of broaching the subject of what she would like from him, from being here. Whether she still fought the fight, or had found her own individual path.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2014 20:48:04 GMT
Ah hah.. he was calling her on missing him. Well, she couldn't say it was untrue without lying, so she didn't give him a direct answer at all. "Let's just say I wasn't surprised to see you standing there on that platform.." It was almost her way of saying 'yes, i did miss you' without actually speaking the words. She didn't answer what he had said about politics.. they all knew what they were like, and she didn't even care to talk about them - or homo-sapiens for that matter. This was a time for them. A time for mutant kind to start coming out of the wood work.
"The growth in numbers is impressive. I'm very much glad it led me here, though. My curiosity, i'm happy to say, is sated." A smile curved on to her lips and she moved toward his desk. She lightly trailed her fingers over it as she listened to him continuing to speak. The smile remained, turning in to one of amusement to him agreeing that she looked better without a bullet in her leg. "You wouldn't have to look too hard for me, Magneto. I have a tendency to stand out when I want to." She gave him a playful wink.
She was still the same flatterer, he told her. "Would you expect anything less?" She asked, turning to face him. And there it was.. the question that she had been waiting for since he discovered that the teenage boy who snuck in to his base was. "Everything looks good on me, Magneto," she mused. "However.. I think you know the answer to that question." She took a seat on his desk, crossing one leg over the other. "If I wasn't interested in joining you... would I still be here? I had a long time to think.. to pave my own way.. yet I always come back to you. I think that says something, and I shouldn't ignore it. It's time for me to come back, and fight for the cause."
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 30, 2014 5:30:23 GMT
She spoke of how she had not been surprised to see him on the platform. It made sense. After all, there weren't very many other mutants who had appointed themselves leader of an organization that could in his mind, quite accurately be described as freedom fights. "Disappointed?" He asked, slightly teasing in his voice as he gave an ever so slight smile. Had she been disappointed to see him or glad for it? He was merely teasing her, enjoying whatever air existed between them. She then went on to say that the numbers were indeed impressive, and that she was glad to have found it. Perhaps not so disappointing then. Though he had to wonder if she would have felt that way had it been someone else standing on the platform. No matter. He would let his arrogance dictate his thoughts and allow himself to believe that her positive impression of it was because of him, for she knew of the cause he fought for.
"When you want to, being the operative term," he told her. He was easily recognizable when in her natural form; but when in disguise, it was nearly impossible to pick her out of a crowd. "Seems you did not want to be found. Because I assure you, if you had, I would have most certainly found you." Though at the time, she had been the one to find him. She then went on, flirtations becoming far more blatant. "I prefer it to be nothing," he told her, knowing his words were suggestive, but at the same time, he had always told her not to cover her body with anything. To remain unclad, completely natural. His eyes followed her as she moved along his desk, and then sat on it. Such a seductress she was, and it often left Magneto rather powerless against her. His eyes trailed over her intently, moving from her legs, scanning upward and then down again once more, soaking in the sight of her perfect figure. She was saying how she was ready to come back, and Magneto thought to immediately allow her to. But then, he had to maintain some level of dominance. Even if it was just for the sheer fun of it. Forcing himself to stop staring, he finally spoke when she was finished doing so.
"And what makes you think I will so easily allow you back?" He asked, clear teasing and a slight taunt in his voice as he gave a little bit of a smirk. He knew that technically, she had not left. She had always carried on the Brotherhood's words, and her actions of killing Trask would have been something he praised and commended her for, had he not been made aware of the severe consequences and repercussions of her actions. As he spoke, he began to step closer to her where she sat, an alluring figure on his desk. "Perhaps you will have to earn your place in the Brotherhood once more," he further teased, leaving it purposely ambiguous as to what this could and would entail. He now stood directly in front of her, waiting to see what she would say or do. Perhaps it wasn't wise to be standing so close to her for he may lose his assertion of authority and control. The one thing he never tried to do was control her. She was mature and intelligent enough to make her own decisions, which was he had and would always, hold a great respect for her.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2014 17:10:53 GMT
Although the teasing back and forth was fun, Mystique still felt the urge to tell the truth when he asked if she was disappointed. "No. In fact, you could say I felt the complete opposite." No matter what had happened in the past, her feelings would never ever change, despite how much she may have possibly wanted them to. The two of them were too much alike, and maybe their longing for each other was some kind of strange narcissism, but either way..it worked. Somehow.
The witty banter between the two of them led to him telling her that if she wanted to be found, that he would have found her. It brought a very small smile to her lips. That was more than likely true.. She hadn't been ready to be found. But now, she went looking for Erik without even realizing what she was doing. It was subconscious. Since it was time for Mystique to come out and play, it would be on her terms. When she was ready. The time had now come. He went on to say that he preferred nothing on her. "Oh, I remember. Trust me." She winked playfully. Sure, she was quite a temptress when she wanted to be, but he was just as seductive. He used actions more than words, and it definitely had an effect on her.
'And what makes you think I will so easily allow you back?' Oh.. the banter continued. The smile on Raven's lips widened. "Well, let's start with the fact that you so willingly said that if I wanted to be found, you'd find me. There must be -some- reason for that.." She lifted her gaze to meet his. "And then there's the bit about I never actually went against what the Brotherhood stood for. And finally.." She gently bit her lip, trying to cover her grin. "I saw that look in your eyes when you first saw me back there. However," Now that he was standing in front of her, she took advantage of the situation and stood up so that she was flush against him. "If you really need me to prove my loyalty, I don't think it will be too difficult." That playful grin returned. She had her hands at her side, completely behaving herself as far as physical touching went. However, she certainly wasn't behaving with her words.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 30, 2014 19:45:31 GMT
In case he had any doubt, she had quickly laid it to rest when she spoke of how she felt the opposite of disappointed. That rather pleased him, and though he had just been teasing in his words, it still felt good to hear her answer, with all teasing set aside. She told him that she remembered, giving a playful wink to him before the conversation moved on to the question he had asked her. She listed of reasons that demonstrated very sound logic. One that was difficult to refute, not that he even wanted to. He of course wanted her to return to the Brotherhood. To return to him, more selfishly. But she was stating more of the former than the latter. Even if the suggestiveness in her voice seemed to indicate that maybe, it was not only the Brotherhood she was coming back to. She knew him too well. Which was not something he allowed himself when it came to others.
Normally, he was quite well guarded. Able to separate his emotions from his actions; speak and act with the utmost control. But Mystique . . . she tended to bring something out of him. She had broken this barrier with him a long time ago, and though he knew that perhaps he should feel unsettled by it . . . he rather enjoyed it. Which went against all he thought he was. And only proved that when you met the right person, they could break down your walls. He had not met many who had been able to do so, and Mystique was among the very few. When she stood, her body brushing against his for a brief moment . . . it caused his lower region to threaten to react in a rather involuntary way, based more on instinct rather than any kind of control. Her words did not help the situation, as his mind was of a very singular purpose on how she could prove herself. Knowing, it had nothing to do with the Brotherhood and everything to do with them.
He slightly raised his chin, trying to regain control of the situation, but his mind and body seemed to have a different purpose. For his eyes fell to her lips, causing him to fight the overwhelming urge to cover them with his own. He forced his eyes to meet hers once more, wondering if she was rather enjoying this. And needed to be better at controlling himself . . . though he wasn't sure if he actually wanted to. "And how do you suggest we have you prove your loyalty?" He questioned, aware that their words and now conversation held a very suggestive undertone. Besides, neither of them seemed to be even trying subtlety. He slightly leaned forward toward her, as if he was going to kiss her lips but paused when their mouths were hardly an inch apart. "I have an idea or two," he said in a low voice, close enough that his breath could be felt on her and vice versa. "But have always valued your opinion," he added in the same low tone of voice, heard only because of the close proximity of their lips.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2014 17:33:52 GMT
There it was again..that look in his eyes. The one that could make weaker women fall straight to their knees. However, that particular look just made her want to keep going with what she was doing. In fact, she probably had the same gaze within her own bright yellow eyes. "Am I proving my loyalty to the Brotherhood at this point, Magneto? Or just to you?" That playful smile remained on her lips. "Because I can guarantee that my loyalties lie in both. If you really need proof, however.." She stood on her tip toes so that she was lifted enough to press her lips against his. Not another word was spoken for a long moment while she allowed her lips to linger against his.
After a moment, the kiss ended, and she lowered back on to the heels of her bare feet. She looked up in to his eyes and moved her arms to rest on his shoulders. "I've not strayed from my allegiances.. and I don't plan on doing so any time soon." She was speaking to him in a way that the two of them understood. The kiss proved as a way to show him that she was back to him.. despite what the two of them had gone through. "Now.. tell me more about your ideas." Her hands lowered to his chest from his shoulders, and finally rested at her sides again.
She was being seductive and teasing once more. The two of them knew how to press each other's buttons in every possible way. They could make each other angry..hurt each other.. rip out one another's hearts.. and then mend it back together again just as quickly.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Sept 5, 2014 20:16:15 GMT
She asked who she was proving her loyalty to, and Magneto gave a slight smile at the question. She knew him well. Knew the underlying meaning of his words. He didn't answer her question -- assuming that it was partly rhetorical. Besides, she continued speaking as she assured him that she was loyal to both. And even appeared to be offering to give proof . . . which she did. He didn't move as she rose on her toes to meet his lips. He closed his eyes, allowing his lips to react as they moved along hers. How long had it been since he felt her lips on his. Since he had felt that familiar sensation of such an embrace. One that he could only feel with her. It had been a little over ten years, and he allowed himself to bask in the enjoyment of it. She pulled away all too soon, though he did not lean forward. She spoke again, continuing to express her loyalty . . . something that he was all too grateful and glad for. She had returned to the Brotherhood. And to him it seemed, judging from that rather intimate embrace. This all showed her great intelligence, for she understood that what he had done -- or what he had tried to do -- had not been personal. That he had, and always would immensely care about her. It was her playfully teasing and seductive words that finally caused him to react, as she questioned what other ideas he may have, encouraging his own flirtatious remarks.
The way she spoke such words, the way her hands had moved to his shoulders, even if only for a moment . . . it all caused that familiar rush of need and desire to course through him. She was asking him to know of his ideas . . . and how could he refuse telling her? Or better yet, showing her. In one swift motion, his hands went to her waist and slightly lifted her so that she was seated on his desk, as he simultaneously stepped forward so that he was standing in front of her, close to her, with either of her legs between him. His hands went from her waist to her upper leg, letting his hand glide over her upper thigh, slowly moving toward the inner region as well. "I tend to find it more efficient to show you, rather than tell you," he said teasingly. He was often a man of action rather than words . . . even if he did tend to make grand speeches at times. When it came to more intimate exchanges however, he was less verbal and more physical. He leaned forward, as if about to kiss her but as he did before, paused a moment before their lips would have otherwise touched. "Which is something you never seemed to object to in the past," he added in a low voice, a slight smirk playing on his lips. He was of course referring to their intimate past; at a time where they had been together . . . physically and emotionally. He then lightly kissed the corner of her mouth, keeping his hands on her skin, continuing to rub them against it.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2014 21:07:03 GMT
Mystique couldn't help the whole seductive thing. It just happened.. especially when she was around Magneto. It didn't matter what had happened between them, she was still drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Like metal to a magnet, really. The kiss that the two of them shared ended far too quickly. However, right after their lips parted, he lifted her back on to his desk and he moved forward. Her lips curved in to a grin, and she gently bit down on her bottom lip.
"I do like it when you show me things. No objections here," She let her eyes fall closed for a brief moment, savoring the way that he touched her. "Mmm.. actions always speak louder than words, anyway.." At this point, no words were needed anymore. She moved her hands up to his shoulders, squeezing them gently as she tugged him closer to her. She moved him forward so that he was bent slightly so that she could capture his lips again. Since no words were needed, she decided to occupy her lips with other activities.
The conversation could have started out any way really, and it would have ended up like this. Of course there was more to them than just sex and attraction, but those things were pretty prominent when the two of them were together. They made a rather brilliant team as well... they could both be devious, and they could be manipulitive.. but what made them so good together was the fact that they could both read each other so well.
The second kiss was even sweeter than the first... it even coaxed a small moan from her throat.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Sept 5, 2014 21:37:19 GMT
She practically read his mind as she spoke of how actions were louder than words. This was why they seemed to be so compatible. Because words were not always needed in order for them to be mutually understood. He often kept his emotions and thoughts guarded, but with her, she was always able to see past him. And he found himself not minding that, where as it someone else . . . it could have very easily been different. Before he could return any words of suggestive tease, she pulled him closer and kissed his lips, causing him to instantly return the embrace by deepening it, coaxing her mouth open with his own as his eyes closed. Her actions and involuntary sounds caused his heart to slightly beat faster as a familiar desire filled his body. One he had not been able to satisfy for many, many years. And one that was within his reach now. He began to lean forward, causing her to shift backward until her back was against the cool metal of his desk. He adjusted the position of her legs so that they were on either side of his waist, her lower body slightly hoisted up while her upper body remained against the desk.
It helped that she did not use clothing to shield her beauty, making moments such as these where they were not in a bedroom for the night, far easier to initiate and complete. Though, he also knew that seeing her full and natural form without the constraints of attire, made him want her all the more, often filled with desire whenever his eyes lay upon her. His hands went to hers, pressing them above her head, using each of his hands to hold each of hers down. She often controlled him in ways that she may not even realize. Ways that he found himself not minding. For it wasn't through her use of powers; it was a natural compulsion, a way he was constantly mesmerized by her. But right now, he felt the need to regain some control. After all, he had to maintain some kind of a balance . . . even if it was all in good fun. Holding her down, his lips fervently moved against hers, slowly creating a trail of kisses from her lips to her cheek, down along the side of her neck. How he had missed her, so very, very much.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2014 12:33:21 GMT
It could probably be considered as selfish, the way that she just walked in there and started making out with Magneto. They had been apart for a decade and they fell right in to old habits. Mystique definitely wasn't complaining. In fact, it made her feel like she was.. home again, in a way. There was something that just felt right when she was with Magneto. Of course, there were other places she could go to feel at 'home' but the one who she came to was not her brother.. it was her former lover whom she never stopped thinking about. And, it was the Brotherhood, because she never ever stopped fighting for the cause.
As he laid her back on the cool metal of the desk, she allowed her hands to trail slowly over his back, and then she clutched his shirt when he pressed against her. Most people would spend this time talking about their lives over the past few years over tea or something like that.. but not Mystique and Magneto. They were catching up the best way they knew how... by actions rather than words. Erik was right.. he was always better with those. Unless of course it was to give inspiring speeches to his fellow mutants. With this sort of thing though, actions were definitely the go-to for the two of them. Then again.. what words were there to say other than what they'd already said?
A soft moan escaped Raven's throat once more, encouraging him to kiss her deeper. Her mouth opened slightly, allowing access for his tongue to explore her mouth if he so chose. Her legs wrapped themselves effortlessly around his waist, and suddenly she was thrown back to a place she was in a decade ago when the two of them were at their peek. Old habits definitely died hard, and so did old flames.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Sept 6, 2014 12:57:30 GMT
She fell right in sync with him, though it was never a problem that they had in the past. For ever since the first time they were together, they had been very naturally coordinated. Making him feel even more at ease with her. Ease, and many other things. When she wrapped her legs around him, it placed pressure on his already thickening arousal, causing him to inhale sharply as he was too aware of his aching urge. He felt her mouth open and took full advantage, once again, exploring inside and soaking in her familiar taste . . . quenching a thirst that he'd had for over a decade. He could no longer resist. He knew that there was a group of new recruits out there, that he had to tend to business, but she always managed to push all else aside. For she was far too irresistible for him to do anything else when she was near.
They had worked well together for that year they were together . . . and he was fairly certain they would fall into the same pattern with her return now. He took a hold of her hands once more, pressing them down on the table on either side of her head, hindering the movement of her hands as his own practically pinned hers down. He often enjoyed seeing the creative ways in which she used her flexibility. With his powers, he undid his pants, only enough to free himself and without warning or further build up, immediately pushed into her, causing him to heavily exhale with pleasure. He wasted no time. He built a quick and strong pace, revealing the desperation he felt for achieving that peak of euphoria. He could not currently think to slowly build up the moment and draw it out. He needed her and wished to fulfill that desire as quickly as possible. His lips rested against hers, each thrust eliciting a deep grunt from him as he regained the momentum they once had and began to revisit a time when they had been together in all the intimate ways they had.
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