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She pushed on his shoulders, and he complied lying on his back as she was in a more upright position. Her hands went to his trousers to unfasten the buckle. And he could certainly help with this. Besides, he was feeling the strong deprivation of not being able to kiss her or feel her body against his with this physical distance. As she was undoing the fastening, he looked at it and used his abilities to make it unclasp itself and further more, pull out from his pants.

He then looked at her with bit of a smirk, and focused on the convenient metal she wore around her wrists in the form of jewelry. Slightly tilting his head, he forced the bands around her wrist on either side of his head. With her wrists forced here, so was her upper body. And more importantly, their lips were now in close proximity. He found her lips once again, kissing her ardently as his hands went to the fastening of her own skirt and began to open it so that he could pull it off and allow it to join the rest of their discarded clothing.

All Erik could do was watch her as she broke the kiss and began to assist him in undressing; not that he was doing anything to help. Relinquishing control in any aspect of his life was difficult, and yet with her, right now, it felt different. He felt different. As if perhaps Shaw had left a semblance of humanity in him; a semblance of the ability to feel something apart from anger and hate. But he also knew to accredit Shaw with that was wrong. It was thanks to her. When she shifted on him, it only reminded him of how much he wanted her right now; of how that emotional need was a physical one. But he did nothing to quicken the process.

Instead, it was as if he was locked in some sort of trance. He just stared at her, watching her lift her shirt and toss it away. His eyes taking in the sight of her alluring figure, before she distracted him once more by recreating the kiss that had started all this. His hands slid up her now bare back, pressing her closer to him as he deepened the kiss, silently showing her how much he felt for her, and how much he wanted her. Unable to refrain from moving to a location where he could get that, he rose to his feet, his grip going under her legs to support her as he continued to kiss her and led her over to the bed.

Erik felt her react with equal passion to the kiss. She even moved her position so that she was seated on the chair with him. He continued to deepen the embrace, his hands adjusting her so that she was sitting astride him. He felt a building need for her start to fill his body; one that surpassed a mere kiss. He blocked off his mind from over thinking this and the consequences of what this may be.

All he knew was that right now, he wanted this. And he was indeed a determined man. He dropped the coin to the ground and with his now free hand, slipped it under her skirt. He felt the softness of her skin under his touch, letting his hand caress her thigh, causing his body to heave a little with what he wanted from her.

Erik was growing frustrated. He sat at the edge of his bed, the metal spheres he had circulating around his fingers, a meditative action. He should just lay down and go to sleep, yet every time he closed his eyes, his mind went a time when he had her next to him. For the past few years, this image had slipped further and further from his mind. Not because he didn't want her. But because he had felt it was impossible to have her. Until now. It should continue to remain an impossibility, but it wasn't. She was not only here, she was not a human. Didn't that change everything? Couldn't he now stay true to his principles and not feel so conflicted about caring more than he should about a homo sapien? He was trying to fight this growing need for her that was filling his body and mind, but it was growing too strong. Too dominant. And it won. His metal sphere fell to the ground and he exited his room. It was late and most others were asleep. She could be as well, but that did not stop him.

Once he arrived at her door, he immediately knocked on it, not giving himself a second to hesitate for otherwise, reason would enter his mind and he would turn around and return to his own room. When he heard the door open, first a little and then a little more, he used his powers to make it open enough for him to enter, and simultaneously, walked right in and kissed her. He moved forward, pushing her back, and without having to look or break the kiss, closed and locked the door behind him. The embrace was filled with a passionate intensity. For he no longer wanted to think about anything. He just wanted to give in to his selfish desire of wanting her. A desperate want that was evident in the way he kissed her and the way he kept walking forward, and then a little to the side, until the back of her legs touched the edge of the bed.

She said that she had no mutant name, and that she would have to think on it. Regardless, he would call her Magda. Because Isabelle was created for the wrong reasons -- or what he perceived as the wrong reasons. Ones that were caused by humans. They arrived at her room far too soon, and he opened the door at her, not entering. Aware that if he did, he may not leave. He merely stood in the doorway, as she thanked him for everything. "You should have all that you require." Food should she grow hungry, a bed, a washroom . . . it was a fairly comfortable room. He did not remark on her gratitude, for he believed that gratitude was unneeded in moments such as these. He would much prefer people to join the fight against homo sapiens, rather than simply thank him for taking action against them.

"I will see you tomorrow." With that, he turned and left her to her room, immediately returning to his. He could not over think his departure. Not over think the fact that she was under the same roof as him. He needed to let her be. Once he arrived at his room, he closed the door and took off his uniform jacket, now clad only in his white t-shirt he wore underneath. He took a seat on the chair and looked at the medical supplies that were still sitting there. She was a mutant. The phrase repeated in his mind, trying to still process the truth about her. Still trying to fully acknowledge that she was not a human. That part of the reason he had left her was no longer valid. She was a human. She was one of them. So why, was he sitting here by himself, when he could be with her right now? The thought was all that seemed to register in his mind, ignoring logic and rationality. Instead, everything seemed to be fueled on desire alone.

She revealed that her alias had been Isabelle. While there was nothing wrong with the name, Magneto preferred Magda, because it was who she truly was. Isabelle was the name she took to hide the truth; to hide who she was and her powers and, well, everything. As she had said, it was a name she had picked that could not be traced to her past or to him. Her last name then caused him to look at her for a moment. Erikson. She admitted the reason for selecting this past name. Magneto had assumed she had gotten it from his own name, the coincidence was far too great. He looked forward again as they continued to walk forward. How far they had come it seemed. He still recalled the time where they were together, every day, every night, experiencing intimacy in a way neither of them had before.

The thought made him want to return to the initial idea of inviting her to stay in his room, or inviting himself to hers. Her question at least, allowed this thought to be replaced, enough to not let it surface in the form of words. "Using our mutant name demonstrates our pride in who we are," he told her, using the logic behind them to help her understand why he often preferred Magneto. At least in public. "What you feel more accustomed to, is what you can call me." Erik, most likely. Or perhaps with time here, she would grow used to calling him Magneto. "And what shall we call you?" He asked her, purposely having made mention of being proud of who they were. If she said Magda, he knew she was fully embracing her race. If she chose Isabelle, then it showed he had to convince her further about being proud to be a mutant.

What she said was quite true. He was stubborn. Driven. Determined. And he was well aware of how easy it would be to spend the entire day in bed with her. What his mission was forever on his mind, and until it was complete, he could not allow for too many distractions. Her excitement over the options for breakfast diverted the conversation and thus his thoughts, as he followed her to where she excitedly went to find something to eat. Such a simple thing made her so happy, and he could not help but smile as he watched her enthusiasm. He watched from a bit of a distance, though noticed the vendors hand suddenly grab her wrist. By the time Erik got to the scene, he had already released her hand. But that did not mean an intervention was not required. She stated she wanted nothing from him and Erik looked at her and then at the man before him who had touched her. The one thing about gypsies: they enjoyed wearing a lot of jewelry. So the ring on the man's hand caught his interest. "Tell me, how tightly do you wear that ring of yours?" Erik asked. He then looked up at the man, though used his powers to suddenly tighten the ring around his finger. The pain started showing on his face, before he began to let out sounds to reflect how he felt.

Erik was cutting off the circulation as the metal dug into the man's flesh, tighter and tighter. Oh, and look at that; his money from the sales just so happened to be stored in a metal box. With one slight jerk of his head, the box went flying and all the money and coins spilled out, causing everyone around them to frantically pick it up. Erik was not quite done yet. He picked up a piece of the bread and then then stepped back, away from the growing crowd due to what was now free money. The man looked at him, fear in his eyes, an expression that Erik had seen many times before. Erik just gave him a small wink, tossing the bread up and catching it, before handing it to Magda. "Let's go," he said, starting to walk away from the stall. As he casually walked away, his back toward the scene he had created, he gave a little wave of his hand and the metal poles that were holding up his stall fell to the ground, causing everyone he had to crumble to the floor. Better luck with sales and goods tomorrow.

It seemed that Erik had peaked the man's interest. He would not have to concern himself with a time limit any longer for Corin's statements and eventual question made it evident that he wished to know more about this little, arrangement. "Perhaps one day, it will," Erik said in response to Corin's admittance that why did not seem to matter. It should. And only would if he realized more about the oppressive society they were living in, and the future that they would determine. For this was just the start of human evolution. Corin then asked a question that did not come to a surprise to Erik. The infamous what's in it for you? What do you have to gain? What do you get out of it? The notion of reciprocity: do something to gain something. For Erik, it did not quite work like that. But he also knew by saying 'nothing', it would only arouse suspicion. They lived in a very distrusting society, and for good reason. Dangerous threats lurked around them. Even mutants could not trust one another.

"All I want," Magneto began to say. "Is for our kind to thrive." That was it. Really, it was that simple and yet there was a whole lot more to it. He would not divulge into the complex politics of this statement . . . not yet anyway. That would come if Corin continued to express interest in Erik's views. "The only way to ensure that, is to secure our survival. Teach others like us how to use their abilities to their full potential." He paused for a moment, realizing he was getting steering that conversation towards his political views, but perhaps something he said would resonate with Corin. "We are living as a persecuted people. I do not make this offer to you to benefit myself, but rather, to benefit our race, which is inclusive of you." That, was how he could best answer the question. He never lied, and would not manipulate his answer, making false promises. Corin would not have to give him anything he was not willing to, and the most that Magneto would ask from him, was loyalty -- should he decide to join the Brotherhood. But again, that would be a choice he made of his own free will.

She assured him that she still had some for yesterday and Erik tucked the pouch back into his pocket. They then exited and he walked alongside her, allowing her to guide them to the market. Pausing at a stall, he showed little interest in the content, but focused her attentions on her when she asked him a question. He smiled at the tone in which she asked it. He leaned forward, speaking in a low voice near her ear. "What I crave could have easily been obtained in our hotel room," he told her teasingly.

He then straightened up once more, glancing at the cherries and then casually back at her. "Therefore, we will have to go by your cravings. Perhaps some fresh bread from that stall," he said, motioning to the one a couple down from where they were. The smell of all the different foods in the market filled the air, creating a rather delicious aroma. Erik had never prioritized breakfast in the past. A coffee here, a drink there. But with her, having the meal together, allowed him to value it.