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Post by Lauren on Sept 1, 2010 12:07:12 GMT
Mystique kicked her shoes off and lifted her legs in the air, stretching her arms above her head. She rolled off the bed and padded across the lounge, pushing open the door to the bedroom. She walked straight across to the closet, seeing the dressed the presidents wife owned. "Have you ever considered running for president?" She asked with a slight smirk, holding up a Chanel dress to her body. "If Arnold Schwarzenegger can run for governor, you should walk the election with your new found fanbase,"
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Post by Jacky on Sept 1, 2010 12:17:37 GMT
"Nah, I ain't no good at smilin' at the camera." Logan told 'r. He sat down on the bed and watched her as she held up dresses to her body. He smirked at her, "Sides.. my first lady would shoot the host in the face whenever a state visit don't turn out the way we want it."
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Post by Lauren on Sept 1, 2010 12:19:55 GMT
"Not necessarily in the face," Mystique corrected with a smirk, putting the dresses back in the closet and walked across to the bed. She turned her back to the bed and dropped down onto the mattress and the thick, luxurious sheets and pillows. "I think we'd do a damn good job running the country,"
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Post by Jacky on Sept 1, 2010 12:31:00 GMT
"Sure. Lucy could be our vice-president," Logan smirked through a cloud of cigar smoke. He pulled the cigar from his teeth, and put a hand on the matress, on the far side of Mystique, so he leaned over her. "Shame I'm Canadian, eh?" He said, since the president had to be American.
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Post by Lauren on Sept 1, 2010 12:33:16 GMT
"I'm not." Mystique smirked. "I'll be president and you can be my first lady," She grinned, taking the cigar from between his fingers and putting it to her lips, inhaling deeply, then blowing the smoke out in big circles.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 1, 2010 12:36:51 GMT
"Alrigh', but I'm not wearin' that wardrobe." Logan warned her.
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Post by Lauren on Sept 1, 2010 12:38:40 GMT
"I like what you're wearing now," Mystique told him with a grin, running her fingers down the collar of his jacket. "But you could've shaved first," She smirked.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 1, 2010 12:41:15 GMT
"I was runnin' late," Logan smirked at her, teasingly nuzzling her neck, purposely letting his beard scratched her skin.
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Post by Lauren on Sept 1, 2010 12:42:13 GMT
"That the excuse for the missing tie too?" Mystique smirked, fingers moving to the tie-less collar of his shirt, idylly playing with his buttons.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 1, 2010 12:45:45 GMT
"Nah. Couldn't find it," Logan gave her another excuse. He took a hold of her hand when she ran her fingers over his collar, and brushed a kiss on her fingertips.
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