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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2014 18:14:51 GMT
Mystique was too deeply involved in the kiss to realize that Erik was unfastening his pants, so when she felt him parting her legs and then thrusting in to her so suddenly, it coaxed a cry of pleasure to escape from her throat. She would have screamed his name if her mouth wasn't covered by his. It was probably a good thing though that her cries were stifled, otherwise everyone in the Brotherhood would have heard her screaming Magento's name - and it definitely wouldn't have been the sort of sound that someone would make while in pain.
Deciding to show him just what he had been missing for the past decade, she lifted one leg and placed it over his shoulder while the other stayed wrapped around his waist. The new angle sent a white hot flame rushing through her. She broke the kiss for a moment, letting her head fall back against the metal desk as she gasped for a breath. "Mmmm m-Mag-neet--oh!" She cried out as quietly as she could with a trembling voice.
She was so close to reaching that state of euphoria already.. but that was because she hadn't been taken like this in so long that it was built up..and Magento being the one to give her a release was enough to drive her absolutely wild. One of her hands tunneled through his hair while her other hand gripped the side of the cool metal on the desk as he took her with a heated passion that had been bottled up for ten years too many.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Sept 6, 2014 18:48:43 GMT
How he had missed the glorious sounds she made during moments like these. He had always enjoyed the way she sounded and felt and this was certainly no exception. In fact, it felt all the more wonderful for it had been far too long since they had the opportunity to engage in such activities. And he was making up for lost time immediately . . . obviously. He felt more than saw her leg move over his shoulder while the other remained around his waist. He had always immensely enjoyed seeing her agile figure move in positions that hardly anyone else could. It had created rather pleasurable positions in the past, and had made for some rather wonderful and vigorous nights. If he was not so in need of her right now, then perhaps he would have continued to encourage her to angle her body in such ways. But his desire was overwhelming and controlling his actions. Her movement did cause him to thrust harder into her, which in turn, forced him to use his powers to prevent the metal desk to move. He used his abilities to keep the desk firmly in place, not wanting to lose momentum or shift the current position they were in.
The way she said his name only made him feel less controlled and more in need, if that was even possible at this point, and such things were reflected in his deepening of their kiss, exploring further into her own mouth and taking in her delicious taste. His own hands moved, unable to remain idle as one moved down, slipping to her behind and gripping her tightly, while his other hand went to her shoulder to press her down against the table. He knew he would not last much longer; not after being without her for so many years and feeling a rush of all these things that only she could make him feel. His grunted pants grew heavier as he felt himself throbbing, and her own muscles tightening. It took only a few more particularly powerful thrusts before he let out a heavy sound of satisfaction as he finally found his release, spilling inside of her. His grip on her slowly became less tight, not even considering that he may have been holding her with too much force; unaware of whatever strength he had because he tended to focus it all in pushing them toward that euphoric state of bliss that he was now currently basking in.
His shoulders began to relax a little as his chest heaved above her, the vigor of their actions leaving him short of breath. He finally broke the kiss, moving to nestle his head in the crook of her neck, breathing against her skin for a few moments. He ever so slightly raised his lips to her ear, resting them against it as he spoke into it. "Welcome back," he said in a deep and slightly harsh whisper, due to his continuing attempt to bring oxygen into his lungs. She often left him this way; short of breath, yet with an ecstasy that filled ever fiber of his being. The latter dominated all else that he often strove to maintain: thought, rationality, suppression of emotions . . . yet with Mystique, it all tended to unleash itself, especially during times like these where he could not resist the urge to take her and fulfill his own desires.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2014 20:43:10 GMT
Mystique's heart was racing as she felt him throbbing within her. Each thrust drove her absolutely crazy with lust. After his name escaped her lips, she suddenly felt herself building up closer and closer to that point of euphoria. She knew by the way his muscles started to tense and the way that his thrusts became more and more powerful, that he was close as well. Her back tried to arch upward while he pinned her shoulders against the desk, and it only made her squirm. His name was cried out once more, and it was followed by a moan that dripped like honey from her lips.
The moment she felt him releasing inside of her, she started to tremble. She attempted stifling her screams by biting down on her lip, so the only thing that escaped her throat were sharp little squeaks of pleasure. Her legs had tightened around him when the climax hit, and when it subsided, her legs fell limp. One rested at his side while the other moved from his shoulder to the crook of his arm. When he spoke those words in to her ear in such a rough, sexy whisper, she shivered and moaned softly once more. "It's good to be home," She whispered back with her voice trembling once more.
It was how she had seen it. This was her home.. The brotherhood. Magneto. It was all her home. And, by the way he welcomed her back, she was sure that Magneto was happy to have her back as well. She laid her head back and looked up at him with a grin. "Very, very good.."
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Sept 7, 2014 18:16:01 GMT
Magneto felt her legs fall limb as the intensity of the euphoric aftermath slowly began to ebb away, yet still leaving him with that pleasurable sensation that continued to fill his body, allowing himself a few moments to let it remain before they had to leave this room. His hand glided up and down her leg, gently rubbing it, feeling the wonderful texture of her skin that he enjoyed seeing, touching, and tasting. She spoke of how it was good to be home. Home. Such a powerful word. While Magneto would never force Mystique to stay with the Brotherhood -- since he never intended to force anyone to fight for a cause that they did not actually believe in -- he believed she belonged in the Brotherhood. For reasons beyond just his more selfish ones which involved her being with him. It was what had initially bonded them: their similar views and perceptions of how society should change for the betterment of mutants.
He slightly raised his head, taking in the sight of her beautiful smile which he had missed seeing so very much. Leaning down, he kissed her lips, deeply but slowly. Letting it linger for a few moments, he then pulled away, and pulled himself from having been inside of her. A feeling he was already greatly missing. "I am glad you feel that way," he told her as he released his hold on her and moved to stand up straight, rather than against her on the table. He tucked himself back in his pants and with the aid of his powers, buckled himself up. If he didn't, he would be tempted to go for another round with her. She was such a temptress, merely by existing and Magneto was never blind to her beauty, nor strong enough to resist her. "I would have you stand by my side," he told her. Not necessarily just in terms of romantically . . . but he was speaking more in the sense of being his second in command. Sabertooth served him well, but there was no one comparable to Mystique. His judgment was not clouded by the more intimate bond they shared, but even from a political standpoint, she was a strong mutant. Resourceful, intelligent, capable, and so many other qualities that would make her perfect for the role. "If you are willing to accept such a position," he added, giving her the choice to either accept or decline.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2014 18:39:38 GMT
It was probably a good idea that he tucked himself back in to his pants. It was something about them that if they started, they wouldn't stop until at least one of them passed out for awhile. Their sexual chemistry was just as intense as their ability to work as partners, fighting for the cause. In fact, not only was he happy to have her back, but he asked that she fight at his side. The one called Sabertooth seemed to have been his right hand man while Mystique was gone, and now that position was being held out to her on a silver platter. "Not that I want to step on anyone's toes.." She moved so that she was sitting up on his desk. "But how could I deny such a.. position."
She was doing it again. Speaking in subtle innuendos. Even if she didn't mean to do it..she still managed to do so in the presence of Magneto. "However.. I do have one very important question.." She paused for a moment, then glanced down at herself, realizing that there was a mess that needed to be cleaned up. "Where could I find the nearest shower?" A grin curved on to her lips once more. "Seems we've made a mess." Her words were followed by a playful wink.
Likely his desk was going to need cleaned up, too. Oops.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Sept 7, 2014 19:03:44 GMT
She told him that she did not wish to step on anyone's toes, yet that was of course no concern of his. He knew he could trust his judgment, particularly when it came to Mystique. She had technically been the first member of the Brotherhood, when they had joined together all those years ago. And now that she was back, he wanted her to be by his second as second . . . knowing that the Brotherhood would greatly benefit from it. She then spoke of how she could not deny such a position, a clear double meaning in her words. Evident from the way she sat, spoke and looked at him. Any man who was immune to her seductive ways was not sane. He was not even that strong to resist her as she was a temptress and he felt rather fortunate that the two of them had a mutual understanding between them. A way that somewhat defined their relationship without needing the words to. Their somewhat, dysfunctional relationship perhaps one could say. But it was far too valuable of him to ever dismiss. So when she asked about where the nearest shower was, he stepped toward her, standing between her legs.
It was true. They had left a mess on his table, yet that was far from his mind at the moment. He merely made a mental note to bet he one to clean it, not wishing others to know of what else occurred in this office today. Magneto's hand trailed over her thigh, toward the inner region, slowly wiping along the liquid proof of her enjoyment. He then began to touch her center, finding that one perfect spot in which he pressed a finger on, placing pressure on it, toying with it. He simultaneously leaned forward, his lips going to her ear to speak directly in them in the same previous tone of voice: a low one, hardly above a whisper. She had asked where the nearest shower was? "My bedroom." It was a bit of a lie, really. Yet he was not being subtle in what he wanted from her. The playful suggestiveness rather obvious in his response to her question. With his words, he removed his finger from where he was rather enjoying exploring, offering her a way to help ease what he had attempted to start in her by answering her question with clear intentions.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2014 19:37:11 GMT
Mystique had intended on cleaning up and maybe introducing herself properly to the others, but it seemed that Magneto had something else in mind when he moved between her legs. She stared up in to his eyes when she felt his hand moving over her thigh. Her eyes slowly started to flutter closed, and her legs parted a little more. She still felt like fire was coursing through her. However, when his finger pressed against that sensitive spot that he knew drove her absolutely crazy.
Her eyes fell closed, and she shivered when his lips moved to her ear. He whispered the words 'in my bedroom' and a smile curved on to her lips. She gently bit down on her bottom lip and she started to lightly brush her foot against the side of his leg. Oh, she was more than happy to give him what she wanted.. the two of them had much catching up to do from the past several years being without each other. "Well then," she spoke with a shuddering whisper. "You had better lead the way.."
She could have followed him anywhere at that point. Everywhere. Of course she would have likely done that anyway, but he was being just as seductive as her. Right now, he had her right where he would have likely wanted her.. she was wrapped around that finger that was so deliciously rubbing that sensitive spot, making her ready to have him take her right on that table over and over again.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Sept 8, 2014 16:53:10 GMT
Magneto was rather enjoying watching her. Watching how her body change in clear reaction to what he was doing, and the way her voice altered due to his actions as well. Though she seemed to still strive for equal ground, for her foot began to move along the side of his leg, causing him to feel that familiar aching need all over again, and fighting desperately to refrain from acting on it. At least for while they were still in his office. Her action made him attempt to regain control over the situation, letting his finger press her harder against that single specific spot, applying more pressure to it and he enjoyed seeing her move along to what he was doing. It allowed him to derive a strong pleasure from merely observing her. Though he did hope that he was giving her more than what he was giving himself. She told him that she should lead the way and her words caused a small smirk to form on his lips.
He moved his lips to her cheek, kissing along it until he found her lips, and deeply kissing her for a few lingering moments, coaxing her mouth open with his own, his finger moving with more purposeful and stronger movements inside of her. And then in one abrupt and quick motion -- having already felt her drawing a little close -- he pulled his lips from her and moved his finger so that it no longer inside of her. He took a small step back, watching her carefully, a smirk remaining on his expression, quite aware of what he had done and felt rather pleased. "I am ready whenever you are," he told her, the same teasing tone in his voice that always seemed to exist whenever speaking to her in moments such as these. Ones that had been far too rare these past several years.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2014 18:59:01 GMT
The two of them had an interesting way of being intimate. It seemed like it was always a playful struggle of dominance... that's what made them have such great chemistry, more than likely. At least one of the reasons. So, when she started to move her foot along his leg, and she noticed that he started getting that look in his eye that he was ready to take her right there yet again, she decided to ease up and let him take control for a moment. She lowered her foot and allowed her legs to part a little more. She knew that he'd rather do this in his bedroom.. but in her mind, she decided to tease a little.
Allowing him to have complete control, she moved both of her hands to the desk, and she laid back slightly, completely giving in, and giving herself to him. The only control she had over the situation was stifling her cries of pleasure by biting down on her lip. When he told her that she was ready when she was, she looked up in to his eyes, and she slowly licked her lips. "I suppose you have to show me where it is.. silly me.. I haven't seen your bedroom yet.." her voice was filled with need, and lust. She knew that giving herself completely to him without him having to work to take control would likely have him soaring with desire.
"Better hurry...I'm betting they can probably hear me screaming so much easier from here than they could from your bedroom." She teased with a playful little grin. It wasn't completely a lie, though. She was about to climax yet again, and she highly doubted that this would be the last time she'd get so close to that edge of euphoria.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Sept 8, 2014 19:40:27 GMT
Magneto did not fail to recognize that she was relinquishing any control that she may otherwise had. That she was submitting herself to him for the time being, and he was unsure how long this would last. And whether they would make it back to the bedroom for he did not want to forgo such a wonderful opportunity. Her hands went to the desk and she moved back a little, moving her tongue along her lips which served as further enticement for him. As did her words. Ones that spoke of him showing her his bedroom, though it was the comment of her screaming that proved to be the ultimate temptation as the sudden overwhelming urge to hear that, consumed him. He always enjoyed hearing the passionate sounds of pleasure that she released whenever they made love, and now, he had a chance explore the extent of that. One thing was for certain, and that was they were not quite yet going to his bedroom. His hand went to her shoulder as he slowly pushed her back on the table, so that her back was once against lying against it.
Only this time, he did not unfasten his belt. He shifted her legs so that they were raised as he ever so slightly raised the lower portion of her body. He then leaned over her, his lips going to hers as he kissed her in a drawn out, passionate embrace. Slowly bringing it to an end, he kept his lips against hers as he spoke. "I would like to put that theory to the test," he said teasingly, in response to her words of how the others could probably hear her screaming easier from here as oppose to his bedroom. With that he began to create a trail of kisses, moving down her chin, her neck, her chest and lower still, until he got to the region between her legs. His hands moved to part her legs a little more as he brushed his lips against her center. He then held her waist, his hand on either side as he captured her with his mouth, using his tongue, teeth, and lips to caress and tease her center. He worked each part of his mouth so that he was able to, doing all within his capability to maximize her pleasure, and rather enjoying the taste of her that accompanied his actions.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2014 19:57:11 GMT
Mystique had expected Magneto to rush her to his bedroom, but instead, he pushed her back against his desk and told her he'd like to test that theory. Well well, it seemed like her submitting made him that much more excited to take her. However, instead of feeling him thrusting in to her suddenly as she so much enjoyed, he started to place a trail of kisses over her body, moving his way down. The smile on her lips grew, and she was about to ask what he was doing, but then she felt the warmth of his tongue against her core. A gasp left her throat, and she trembled the moment his hand touched her hip.
"Magneto," she cooed with that shaking voice once more. Her legs moved so that they were draped over his shoulders. Her hands clutched the desk tighter, and she felt her toes curl as her head fell back against the metal. She was happy that it felt so cool because at that moment her skin felt as though it was on fire. His tongue had felt rather amazing in her mouth..she had never thought of what it would feel like elsewhere. Perhaps it was because she had never submitted to him before.
Her tongue once more trailed over her lips before she bit down on her lip. Soon, she wasn't worried about stifling her cries anymore. They began to grow louder as he explored her depths with his oral muscle.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Sept 9, 2014 16:02:24 GMT
Magneto was rather enjoying this mew position for them, even though the objective was for her to derive all the pleasure . . . or well, most of it. With her submission to him, he wished to take full advantage, showing her exactly what that entailed. Regardless of what position they found themselves in, he never grew tired of her and their intimate activities. It never lessened in the intensity he felt whenever he reached that euphoric height of pleasure, and he knew it never would. But for the time being, he focused all of his attentions in his current position, continuing to work against the region between each leg, encouraged by the way he felt her body react and from what he heard of any involuntary sounds she made.
He hadn't been lying about wishing to test that theory, even if it was made in teasing. His grip tightened on her waist as her taste began to fill him and all he knew was that he wished to make her reach that peak of ecstasy not just once, but as many times as her body would allow. He was not even currently thinking of his own release at the moment, only of her, and wishing to satisfy and pleasure her to the utmost of his abilities. He let out a slight groan as he continued to use all parts of his mouth to tend to her rather intimate area, basking in how wonderful she felt against his mouth and pushing her toward each heightened peak of pleasure.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2014 16:45:59 GMT
The sensation was enough to make her writhe against his desk. She whimpered, cooed and gasped at his touches. he knew exactly what to do with his mouth. As one of her hands moved to tunnel through his hair, her nails on her free hand were scratching at the metal of the desk. She cried out his names several times as she felt her body tensing up. She was about to completely fly off the edge and fall in to a cloud of euphoria. It was a good thing that they were testing the theory of her screams because there was no stifling them at that point.
Those cries grew louder as she tried so desperately to catch her breath. Suddenly, she started to quake with pleasure. There was absolutely no controlling herself. Her legs stiffened and they tightened around his shoulders. She tried to move her hips, but since he was holding her down, she was completely powerless. "M-mmm-Magneto!" She shrieked. Her screams were like a song, calling out from her throat. It was likely that anyone in the vicinity would have likely heard her. The secret was out at that point, what exactly the two of them were doing.
As that wave of pleasure hit her, her head fell back, thumping lightly against it. She would have told him how amazing it had felt, but she was far too busy trembling and attempting to catch her breath. It took several moments for her to be able to stop moaning, and start speaking like a normal human being again. "That.. will most definitely be reciprocated.." she breathed.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Sept 12, 2014 20:44:59 GMT
Magneto often exercised discretion when it came to his more intimate relationships. For the time he and Mystique had been together, they often were very discreet, not advertising the intimacies between them and the activities they engaged in. But now, all that had fled from his mind as he was unconcerned with anyone hearing the glorious sounds she made as he continued his movements, until he felt her explode with euphoric bliss. Only when he pushed her to that peak as many times as he could, did he slowly begin to pull away. He lightly kissed her inner thigh, his tongue flicking against it before he raised his head to align it with hers, pressing his lips on hers, the taste of her still left on his as he shared it through their embrace. The kiss was drawn out, and as he slowly pulled away, her former words began to register in his mind, something about her reciprocating his actions. He had not exactly done this for it to be reciprocated, though he had to admit, that the thought was a rather intriguing one. Perhaps one that they would re-explore at a later time.
Right now, he was enjoying watching her bask in the aftermath of his actions. The cries of pleasure that had come out of her mouth, the calling of his name, the way her body had felt and trembled under his touch . . . it had all felt and sounded so wonderful and made him rather proud that he was able to drive her to such heights. That he could make her feel such uncontrolled passion and euphoria. His hands slowly loosened the previously tightened grip on her waist and went to her legs which were around his shoulders. "I will hold you to that," he said teasingly, though not without truth, referring to her words of returning the favor. "But for now, bask in your continuing welcome home ceremony," he added, in a bit of a jesting manner. It had always been quite easy and natural to tease and even jest with her. For while outside in the world, Magneto exuded a more serious and determined demeanor, with Mystique, he had not always been as guarded.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2014 23:30:35 GMT
She returned his kiss with a deep, hungry one of her own. She didn't even mind the taste of herself on his lips. In fact, in the heat of the moment it rather sparked the lust inside of her. A soft moan escaped her lips, and once his mouth broke free of her's, she let her head fall back gently against the metal of the desk while she panted.
Once Mystique's breath had steadied, she was able to open her eyes so that she could see straight again instead of seeing merely flashes of colors when she was in the cloud of euphoria that Magneto had sent her in to. "Oh, Magneto," she muttered, slowly licking her lips once more. "That was fantastic." Everything he did to her was fantastic. This, though, was so much different. His tongue was strong, and she always knew that it was quick. She didn't realize that it was such a double meaning behind it. "This is quite a welcoming. I hope you don't get many other women leaving and coming back..." she said in a rather teasing jealous tone.
Not to say she wouldn't be jealous.. but in all honesty she wouldn't really have any room to talk about the matter. She hadn't seen him in ten years.. surely he would have been with someone since then. "Although now I fear you'll have to carry me to your bedroom.. It seems that my legs have turned completely in to mush." She quietly laughed, and slowly sat up, moving her legs so that they were now lowering down his arms instead of being draped on his shoulders.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Sept 13, 2014 12:34:54 GMT
Magneto continued to observe her as she worked on catching her breath and eventually speaking, stating that it was fantastic. "Is that all?" He responded, teasing her with a hint of arrogance in his tone, continuing to feel that pride over having made her react in such a way. It was a beautiful sight to see, as she herself was exquisite. She then went on to say that it was quite the welcoming, and that she hoped he didn't get many other women leaving and returning. Truth be told, there had only been two women in his life that he had actually developed an intimate relationship with that had been beyond just the physical. Where he had become emotionally invested. One was from his past; a woman he had not seen for many, many years. The other, was laying before him. Anyone else in between, had not been as important. He gave a slight smirk at her words, not about to delve into his history with women, especially not to her. "They would not compare to you," he told her, having every intention of flattering her, as his words were true.
"For your beauty is unmatched by any other." Her vibrant blue skin, her striking golden eyes, her slick red hair, her alluring figure . . . she defined a new magnitude and level of beauty. And he could not help but constantly feel a strong attraction toward. One that had existed ever since the first day he'd seen her true form. And it had not only been the physical. It had not only been her mutation that made him so mesmerized by her. It was her strength, her intelligence, and every other quality that she encompassed that molded her into a goddess. As she began to lower her legs and sit up a little, she spoke of how he may need to carry her to his room. He was rather pleased to hear that she still intended to go with him to it; that this would not mark their last intimate activity. His hands moved along her legs, gently rubbing them, enjoying the feel of her textured skin under his touch, as he gave her a bit of a smile. "Are you suggesting that there is in fact something that causes your legs to weaken?" He teased playfully, of course saying it in jest. She was quite flexible and strong in her limbs, as it had enabled her to fight against any threat she'd been faced with. So his suggestion was merely one made of teasing, knowing that she was in no way, shape, or form, weak.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2014 17:28:09 GMT
When he asked if 'fantastic' was all, she quietly laughed. "Oh, that and so much more, Magneto.." Even though she was teasing, her voice still held a tone of promise to it. Honestly, there weren't any words to express how he made her feel. And when he told her that none others compared to her, it put another smile on her face. "You know just what to say to make a girl swoon, don't you? I feel the same way, by the way.." She mused as she stared up in to those eyes of his.. her own filled with lust. "You've absolutely ruined me for wanting any other man. Shame on you.." She teased with a playful grin.
To his comment about her legs, she laughed once more. "If anyone could make my limbs completely numb it would be you." She slowly sat up and she draped her arms over his shoulders. "I can't help it. Your touch, your words..they make the strongest of my muscles turn in to absolute jello. You should feel honored. No one else has ever been able to do such things to me." She looked toward the door, and quietly laughed. "Well, the cat's out of the bag anyway. I'm sure everyone heard me from here."
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Sept 13, 2014 19:51:05 GMT
She played along, saying that it was fantastic and so much more, which he of course rather enjoyed hearing. He had been teasing her of course, but he liked hearing her verbally describe the aftermath of his actions as well. She spoke of how he knew what to say to make a girl swoon, telling him that the feeling was mutual. "I offer these words not only to flatter, but because they are true," he told her. He wanted her to know that he didn't just whisper pretty things to her because he believed it was what she wanted to hear. He said them, because they were the truth; they were what he firmly believed and knew to be true. It had always been that way between them. Any praise he gave her, was because it was the truth and she deserved to hear it. That was after all, how their relationship had started that one night on the couch, all those years ago. He slightly leaned forward, toward her as he continued to speak. "There are no others apart from you that I make such a point to remind of their beauty." It went back to his past encounters with women, and the importance he placed on those he had a legitimate relationship with.
Mystique, had been his most recent and apparently, present one . . . assuming things would be returning to how they once were prior to Dallas. She went on to say that he had ruined other men for her, and this caused a slight smirk to play on his lips. He was not a jealous man. But then again, as previously established, he seldom cared enough about someone to get jealous. Still, he held no such insecurities. Despite this, he could help but feel rather pleased and privileged to hear that she did not want another; that she only wanted him. It made him feel more . . . assured. If that was even the right word that could be used. "I can't say that I am sorry for that, or feel any guilt for it," he told her, still playfully, but still with truth. He didn't feel bad. He liked knowing that she would not have to look toward another man to find pleasure and satisfaction; that he was suitably granting her both these things. Besides, he was unsure how he would react when confronting a lover of Mystique's. It was not a situation he particularly wished to explore. He distracted himself from these thoughts when she laughed in that beautiful way she did, and spoke of how he had been able to make her limbs numb. Once again, a familiar pride consumed him. When she moved her hands over his shoulders, hie own hands went to her hips, casually resting on either side of them.
"I do," he confirmed, when she teasingly told him that he should feel honored; that no other has been able to do such things to her. It helped ease any concerns he may have otherwise had about previous men in her life. The only one that he had known of was Hank . . . and even then, he was unsure of what had existed between them. But it was not something he need ask about, for in the end, she had chosen to go with him, not stay with Hank. "Perhaps it is because the others were incapable of understanding how to honor and praise the exquisite woman in their presence, stifled and overwhelmed by her beauty." He was enjoying the flattery, the flirtatious playfulness between them. It was something long overdue. He leaned forward, toward her ear to speak to her in it. "Fortunately, I have more of a mind to act on it, rather than let an opportunity pass by." A bit of playful arrogance was in his tone, as he lightly kissed her ear before moving his head back to look at her once again. She laughed once more, saying that the secret was out, that the others surely knew of them. Maybe they did. Magneto was not bothered by it and judging from her reaction, perhaps she was not either.
"It was well worth it, was it not?" He asked smiling, his question only partially rhetorical. "An I would rather like to hear it again," he added, not being anywhere close to subtle in expressing his desires. Ones that never seemed to be fully satisfied. His eyes slowly moved from her face down to take in her perfect figure, skimming down before slowly raising back to meet her eyes, being very obvious in his lingering gaze over every inch of her body. He had made even more of a mess at his desk, but he didn't care about that either. How could he focus on anything else apart from the radiant mutant sitting before him. "Are you able to walk?" He asked teasingly, one hand moving from her waist, trailing up her back to feel her skin as he caressed it. He leaned toward her, as if to kiss her but paused before their lips would have otherwise touched. "It is not far. And I assure you, once there, you need not worry about having to walk for quite some time," he said in a low, clearly suggestive, voice.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2014 18:22:52 GMT
Mystique wasn't one to be jealous usually, however, knowing that she would always hold a special place in Erik's heart made her feel a twinge of something that she had never experienced before. There was a time when she had though that she was in love while she was growing up, but it was only because Charles had showed her a kindness that she'd never known before. That was quickly proven that it was a sibling love she felt for him. And then, there was Hank. Well, even though he showed interest in her, it was only because she was blonde and blue eyed and beautiful. No one, until Erik, saw her true inner beauty.. and she saw his. Where others perhaps saw a monster, she saw a gift from the heavens. She, of course, wouldn't say such a thing though. The room wouldn't be large enough to house the two of them, plus his inflated ego. "I know you speak only the truth, Magneto.." She spoke with a smooth, seductive voice. "I still find it flattering, though."
Magneto had no shame in admitting that he felt no guilt for ruining her for other men, and that made a grin creep on to her blue lips. She always loved that confidence that he held. Perhaps it was that, that made him better to her than any other man. However, he spoke of the possibility that perhaps she held him on a pedestal was because he was capable, unlike other men, he didn't let the opportunity of her beauty pass him by. Of course, he had said other things that were true as well, but there was no real reason that he ruined her for other men. It was just everything about him. Could she be intimate with others? More than likely. Would she enjoy it as much? She highly doubted it. Not to mention, the feelings would be completely different. Once more, a thing that she wouldn't say out loud to Magneto. "Whatever the reason," she mused. "I don't mind it. There are worse men I could be hooked on." She quietly laughed.
Magneto had mused that it was worth it.. and spoke of how he'd like to hear her scream again. If he kept talking like that, she'd be lucky to get completely in to his bedroom before her legs were wrapped around him again. "Although I feel like I should insist we get down to business and start discussing the Brotherhood, filling me in on what has been happening and whatnot.. I'm also inclined to grant you that particular wish. It's been a long time.. and i'm afraid i'm not ready to finish our reunion celebrations, just yet." She grinned playfully. When he asked if she could walk, although his hands on her hips were making it quite difficult to even think straight, she still moved off of the desk, and stood upright. His next words almost made her legs give out on her once more, but she managed to catch herself before that happened. "Well in that case, I'm positive I could walk. However even though I will not be walking, I'm certain that I could find something else enjoyable to do with my legs.." she matched his seductive tone with one of her own.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Sept 20, 2014 10:22:43 GMT
She said how she knew he knew he only spoke the truth, though still found it flattering. Her modesty was what always encouraged him to praise and flatter her. All those years ago when they had been in Charles' mansion, it seemed as if she had never expected anyone to praise or flatter her when in her natural form. It was why he had been so adamant to do so. To tell her that she was truly beautiful and that all those who failed to see and recognized that, were blind. She spoke of how there could be worse men she could be hooked on and that made him slightly smile. "Yet none that are better I presume," he joked, with that continued arrogant tone in his voice. How easy it was to be so teasing with her. Such a thing did not come easy to Magneto. For in all his life, he had encountered very, very few that he could be at such ease with. She went on to say that she felt they should discuss the business of the Brotherhood, but feeling conflicted in what else she preferred to do. And her second preference was one that was mutually shared between them. "There will be time to discuss the Brotherhood," he told her. "Stolen moments between us have always been far and few. Very scarce and long desired." At least by him, and based on their recent actions, her as well.
Even in the year they had been together, business had prevented them from spending as much time with her alone as hew would have liked. He slightly leaned forward, as if to kiss her but paused before doing so. "So let us take advantage of the opportunity we have now." Where the recruits were settling in, and his presence was currently not demanded elsewhere. He lightly kissed her lips before pulling apart, just in time to hear her next words. Ones that caused him to slightly raise an eyebrow out of pure intrigue at the image that entered his mind from her words. It was not only the content of her words, but that seductive and oh so very alluring way she spoke them. "I find myself eager to discover the creative means in which you intend to use them," he said, speaking in that continued suggestive voice. And such eagerness and intrigue was enough to cause him to use his powers to open the door, as he motioned for her to exit first before he followed her and ensured to weld shut the door behind him. They had after all, made a bit of a mess on his desk so did not want another to come across it.
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