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Post by Lauren on Aug 30, 2010 12:32:50 GMT
Mystique checked her make up in the mirror. Her gaze moved down her neck and she reached her fingers around to the dogtag chain around her neck. She undid it and dropped the tags onto the vanity table, swapping them for the necklace he sent her while he was in the middle East. She grabbed the keys to the bike and walked across the room. Mystique smiled at the sight of him in the shirt, she moved her nose to his neck. "You smell like perfume." She smirked, since his shirt smelt more like her than him. "But it's better than smelling like Kermit the Frog,"
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Post by Jacky on Aug 30, 2010 12:36:08 GMT
"It's a new scent," Logan said, same as he told her the shirt was a new look. He smirked and took the keys to the bike from her, slipping an arm around her waist as they headed out of the room. "Lookin' good," He complimented her on their way out.
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Post by Lauren on Aug 30, 2010 12:37:58 GMT
"Always do," Mystique smirked, as if it went without saying. She leaned against him as they walked down to the garage.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 30, 2010 12:45:42 GMT
"Still, you'll always like hearin' it." Logan smirked at her, knowing her better than that. Logan got onto the bike and kicked the engine to life as Mystique climbed on behind him.
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Post by Lauren on Aug 30, 2010 12:46:49 GMT
Mystique climbed on the back, wrapping her arms around him to stay on while they drove to the stadium for the match.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 30, 2010 12:54:03 GMT
They weaved through the traffic at high speed, breaking a new record in getting to the stadium. About time too, cos the match was starting soon. After getting drinks and snacks, they headed down to their seats.
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Post by Lauren on Aug 30, 2010 12:57:15 GMT
They sat down in their seats, front row, right in front of the protective glass. Mystique sat down with her huge plastic cup, sipping it through the straw. She nudged his leg with her toe. "You're welcome," She sat with a grin, giving him a wink.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 30, 2010 13:06:56 GMT
Logan smirked at her, "Thanks," He told 'r, putting an arm over her shoulder and brushing a kiss on her temple.
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Post by Lauren on Aug 30, 2010 13:09:27 GMT
Mystique took hold of his hand over her shoulder and leaned against him, sipping her drink as the teams came onto the ice. "So which team should I root for tonight?" She teased.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 30, 2010 13:11:25 GMT
"I'll throw you outta the stadium if you pick the wrong one," Logan warned her.
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