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Post by Lauren on Feb 5, 2010 11:56:43 GMT
Mystique closed her eyes, resting her head back, the water coming up to her shoulders. She rested her arms on the edge of the tub, her fingers ending up lightly sitting on her wrist. There was a long silence between the two of them, but unlike a day earlier, it wasn't entirely uncomfortable.
"If ..." She started, eventually, a little uneasily. "we're going to do this ... giving us a second chance thing, I'd like to some things to change," Mystique spoke without opening her eyes, her fingers lightly caressing his forearm. "I'd like it if you treated me more like a girlfriend, and less like a whore. I get the feeling sometimes that you think I'm just here to give you something to fuck," She mumbled, honestly.
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Post by Jacky on Feb 5, 2010 12:14:10 GMT
Logan moved his gaze to her face, although she kept her eyes closed all along. He figured it wasn't the best idea to tell 'r that if he really just wanted a woman to keep his bed warm, he wouldn't have bothered to seek forgiveness from her and risk gettin' scissored again. She'd take that the wrong way and.. well.. scissor him probably. 'Stead, he gave her a nod that she couldn't see. "Okay," He told her in a mumble, "Babe, you're never just a fuck. You've been feelin' that wrong." He shrugged.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 5, 2010 12:22:03 GMT
"I'm not saying your fucks are a bad thing, not at all," Mystique mumbled with a slight sigh, readjusting her body in the water. If he'd liked things the way they were, he shouldn't have given her reason to reassess their entire relationship, looking for what she'd done to make him stray. "But hell ... the only time my boyfriend ever bought me flowers was to beg for forgiveness for fucking around, the only time my boyfriend voluntarily takes me out is when he feels guilty for fucking around, or when he knocks me up, the only time my boyfriend bought me a gift was when I told him to. I know you'd be perfectly happy never leaving the bedroom ... but I wish you'd take the initiative once in a while and do something different, all you know how to do is dinner and dessert,"
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Post by Jacky on Feb 5, 2010 12:30:50 GMT
"I took you shoppin' and took you to a hockey game." Logan said in his defence. Then again, he was the one who wanted to see the game, and the shopping trip ended up with them getting sweaty in the fitting rooms. So both examples sorta undermined his point. Logan raised an eyebrow, smirking very slightly, "Okay, forget I said those." He gave in, admitting she was right. "So I'm not really the romantic kinda guy. I'll try, alrigh', babe?"
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Post by Lauren on Feb 5, 2010 12:36:25 GMT
Mystique opened her eyes and gave him a slight smile, "That's all I can ask. I'm not trying to change who you are, baby, I love who you are, but a little effort for someone else wouldn't hurt, right?" She sat up and placed a kiss on his forearm, where her fingers had been caressing. She reached across for the bath sponge and squirted on a blob of shower gel before she started washing her legs.
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Post by Jacky on Feb 5, 2010 12:43:26 GMT
"Worth a try." Logan told her. Hell, if he didn't want her to regret her decision, treating her like a girlfriend didn't seem like an unreasonable thing. His gaze followed her hand with the sponge down to her legs, his eyes staying on her while she washed.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 5, 2010 12:50:12 GMT
She felt his eyes on her, watching every movement she made with the sponge. It made her feel nervous, self-conscious, like he was watching his prey. A slight smile came to her lips as she remembering being in their cabin, when she was naked except for the fur and he told her he was a hunter, and she was his prey ... right before he pinned her to the wall. If it wasn't for Xavier guilt tripping them, they'd still be in that cabin right now, where Logan would have no other temptation and none of this would have happened ... but then, did she really want to have to isolate him from all other women to trust him?
Mystique brought the sponge to her face, slowly, moving it across her face and neck, washing off all the pudding. She leaned forward, bringing her knees up to her chest, hiding her body from him. She held her hand with the sponge to him. "I'm taking you up on that offer," She mumbled, gesturing to her back for him to wash for her.
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Post by Jacky on Feb 5, 2010 13:01:24 GMT
Logan finally tore his gaze off Mystique's body to look back to her face when she sat up. His thoughts had been miles away before she held out the sponge to him. Hunter and prey wasn't far from the truth. Only this time the prey needed to trust the hunter before he could make a move. Logan took the sponge from Mystique and moved over to wash her. He moved the sponge down between her shoulderblades over her smooth back, water dripping down, tickling her skin. He breathed in slowly to clear his mind from more wandering thoughts.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 5, 2010 13:09:24 GMT
Mystique hid a smirk, knowing how difficult it must be for him to bottle up his lust right now. Supposedly, the woman he loved, naked and wet and right there for the taking. And she had to admit, she was impressed at how well he was handling, it did restore her trust in him a little. He really wasn't going to do anything she didn't give him to okay for first.
Once her back was clean, she slowly lowered herself under the water, wetting her hair. She sat back up and slowly rubbed the shampoo into it, taking her time, working it in ... after all, she wanted to be thoroughly clean, it couldn't have anything to do with the fact she wanted to tease him even more, see how far she could push, how much she could trust him. She leaned up out of the water, so her perfectly formed back and ass were on display and took the shower head down. Mystique sat back in the water and held it to him. "Do you mind?" She said, asking him to rinse her hair for her.
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Post by Jacky on Feb 5, 2010 13:26:39 GMT
When Mystique half moved out of the water to take the shower head down, Logan was pretty sure that the groan that escaped his throat was loud enough for her to hear. The whole damn thing, her naked and right in front of him, her wet body, him rubbing her with a sponge.. it was pushing his limits of selfcontrol. And anyone knew he didn't have much of that to begin with. Still, with the little blood left in his brain, he was determined to treat her like he promised he would. So he took the shower head from her and once the water was on he moved it to rinse her hair. Logan's fingers moved through Mystique's hair to brush it back, so she didn't get shampoo in her face. As he did, his fingertips briefly wandered over the soft skin on the side of her neck.
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