X-Men: Unfinished Business

[Lauren]

Mystique propped herself up on her elbows when he pulled away from him, watching what he was doing. She looked at him with a grin as he walked back to her. Their lips crashed together within seconds, her hands roaming his body. "Too many clothes," She mumbled against his lips, her hands moving to his pants and yanking them down.

[Jacky]

While Mystique pulled down his jeans, Logan lifted her top and yanked her pants down, obviously impatient for her. He pulled away from her briefly, only to lift her up and move her onto the kitchen table. Their lips crashed together again roughly a second later.

[Lauren]

A while later, Mystique sunk back onto the table, lazily pulling her pants up with one hand. She rolled over so she was laying on top of Logan, her head resting over his heart as it pounded beneath her ear, her fingers lazily caressing his arm up and down.

[Jacky]

Logan pulled Mystique closer with the arm that was around her, so her body was snug against his. He glanced down to her and brushed a kiss on her lips, smirking slightly. Hell, that was the best kinda dinner he had on this table so far. Their moment was interupted a second later, when someone tried to walk in and found the door didn't budge. "What the heck..?" The voice of Kitty - the girl from a floor down, sounded from the other side of the door.

[Lauren]

Mystique smirked a little and stole another kiss from his lips. "The bed would be comfier anyway," She mumbled with a smirk, pushing herself to her feet. She readjusted her top as she walked across the room and moved the chair out of the way. She opened the door and looked Kitty up and down, still wobbly on her feet. "You smell like cat," Mystique said simply, turning her nose up.

"And you smell like ... EW! In the kitchen??" Kitty turned her nose up in return, jumping to conclusions by both their dishevelled appearances, sweat and steamy atmosphere in the room. "Ew! What is wrong with you people?" She moved across to the fridge, taking out some food and avoided touching everything, as if anything could be diseased.

[boo radley]

Scott’s stomach growled. “You have anything to eat?”

Jack sighed. “Yeah, we do. I’ll go get something. You stay here. . . get used to your room. It's one of the few places people like us can stay."

Jack walked into the kitchen, where she heard another tenant, a girl she thought was called Kitty, squeal with disgust. And there were her neighbors, Logan and Mystique. She sighed and quietly went to the fridge. Nothing in there but beer. Jacklyn hated beer. But she figured a guy like Scott would like some. She grabbed the beers. "Dammit, no food."

[Jacky]

With a smirk, Logan put an arm around Mystique's waist on their way out. Both still unsteady on their feet, holding on to eachother was a good way to prevent crashing into walls on their way upstairs.

[Lauren]

Mystique let go of him once they reached their room, putting a hand against the wall to stop herself tripping as she made her way around to her side of the bed. She flopped onto the mattress, not bothering to get undressed. Her mind was coherent enough to set the alarm and then pulled the sheets up over her head.

[Jacky]

The next morning, when the alarm started its merciless beep, Logan groaned and rolled away from Mystique to smack a fist down on the alarmclock, only this time he knocked everything else off the nighstand as he did. His head felt heavy, a continuous drum going on in his brain. He pulled the blankets over himself again to block out the world for another few minutes.

[Lauren]

Mystique inched closer to him, burying her face in his chest to block out the light, but they only got a few moments of peace before Aurora's cries came through to baby monitor. Right on time as usual, and at a frequency that made Mystique feel like her ear drums were going to burst. She pressed a hand into Logan's side, pushing him out of the bed. "Go shut her up," She mumbled.