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Post by Lauren on Sept 1, 2010 12:46:31 GMT
"Should've asked me, I know where it is," Mystique smirked, grinning when he kissed her finger tips.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 1, 2010 12:47:58 GMT
"Should've, could've, would've," Logan smirked back at her.
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Post by Lauren on Sept 1, 2010 12:52:19 GMT
Mystique smirked, popping the cigar back in his mouth and rolling out from underneath him. She walked across the room to the swanky electronic tie rack and picked out a cheesy patterned tie. Mystique straddled his lap put the tie around her own neck, knotting it, then lifting it over her head and putting it over his, tightening it around his forehead so he looked like some hippy-teenager. She laughed, flicking it with her fingers so it swung in front of his face.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 1, 2010 16:38:43 GMT
"Ey," Logan pulled the tie off, dangling it in front of her, her eyes at the same level as the part of the tie that was now scorched by the cigar. "The president ain't gonna be pleased with you, lady." Logan said, like she was a school kid, in trouble with the principal.
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Post by Lauren on Sept 1, 2010 16:43:33 GMT
"You gonna tell 'im?" Mystique smirked, but before he could answer, the metal door to the lounge beeped and opened. Mystique grabbed his hands, dragging both of them onto the floor, behind the bed. They listened as multiple footsteps moved through the lounge into the bedroom, Mystique nudged Logan so they both were hidden under the bed.
A pair of shoes, women's shoes, walked through into the bathroom, while a pair of mans shoes stopped in the doorway. A familiar pair of little girl's shoes stopped in front of the bed, which was followed by a giggle as she covered her mouth with her hands. 'Naaaaaaaughty mummy and daddy!' she thought at her parents, before the presidents wife returned to the bedroom with a damp cloth, knelt down by Lucy and started to clean the chocolate ice cream off her dress.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 1, 2010 16:50:39 GMT
'Not a word, Luce.' Logan warned their little girl.
"It smells like smoke in here," The woman voice commented distractedly, while she cleaned the chocolate stain from Lucy's dress.
Logan raised an eyebrow, his gaze moving to the cigar in his hand, and the thin line of smoke that curled up from it. Holding back a grunt, he pushed the cigar into the palm of his hand, extinguishing it before someone would wonder why the bottom of the bed was smoking.
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Post by Lauren on Sept 1, 2010 17:02:11 GMT
Lucy giggled again, covering her mouth again with her hands. "That ice cream was yummy!" She told the presidents wife, distracting her from the smoke. Mystique took hold of his hand, brushing a kiss on his palm.
"Well, I'm glad you liked it. You can have some more if you promise to keep it off your clothes this time." She smiled at the little girl.
"Ummmm.... naah," Lucy giggled, bouncing up and down on her toes.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 1, 2010 17:06:46 GMT
Logan moved his hand, which was already healing from the burn, to the back of Mystique's neck, while they both listened to the conversation in the room. 'Tell 'r you'd like to watch tv again.' Logan thought at Lucy, so she'd get the presidents wife out of there already.
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Post by Lauren on Sept 1, 2010 17:11:34 GMT
"Okay," Lucy said outloud, then her eyes widened. "I want to watch tv now, please, Mrs President-lady," She said quickly. She walked across the room and stopped in front of the bodyguard. She stood at his feet, looked up at him and pulled the silliest face she could manage. The guy's face didn't even twitch. "Ow, you're no fun," She pouted before skipping out of the room.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 1, 2010 17:21:12 GMT
The president's wife laughed when Lucy skipped ahead, and followed her out of the room. The bodyguard followed after them, closing the metal door behind him and locking the place up again. Logan rolled out from underneath the bed, took Mystique's hand and helped her out as well.
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