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[ They're all permitted to have their moments--even he, with her, has them. A time where the goal is temporarily forgotten as the yearning for a connection, something, anything trumps the rest. And he is fond of her. Not just for her abilities which drew him in, however mysterious she continues to maintain them, but also for their easy rapport. Morgana's intelligent, not quick to fall to charms like some others. She also tolerates him when he's in a mood. ]

It would be a rather long wait. Doable, [ he adds, gaze meeting hers, ] but altogether a hassle for you, I'd imagine.

[ There's a beat of silence on his part as her fingers dance along his chest. He's half tempted to capture them, but leaves them be as he reaches out with his senses to give the metal on her a light little tug toward him. Inside. ]

Ah, that's where you're mistaken. [ The door will click shut if she doesn't fight his pulling. ] You've a compellingly unique skillset I am very interested in learning more about.

Oh, it would be delightful to sit in a big metal cage for hours with hundreds of people. The best experience of my life, I'm certain.

[There's an easy smile to go along with the bit of sarcasm, even as she feels his power reach out, not pulling just at her jewellery that she forgot to take off before coming to him, or the buckles in her belt and shoes or even the underwire in her bra but seemingly at her very being. He could so easily pull her just about anywhere if he wanted.

But Morgana wasn't one to be simply dragged, so instead, she very purposefully took one step and then the other until they were inside and the door shut behind her. That he was pulling her in the direction she stepped was of little consequence, she wanted to be there, but it was ever on her own terms.]

Which skillset is that, Erik? What intrigues you today? [She asks, hands merely resting on his shirt now as she watches him, curious if he was going to try to wind his way back to her powers or just what his first text had implied, or maybe something different altogether. It could be hard to work out with him.]

( ooc: sorry friend, had lots of work projects and family over this week! they've left, and most of the project work is nearly done, so i should be a bit more consistent if you're still interested in continuing :> no hard feelings if you're not. )

[ The sarcasm earns her a smirk, amusement warming his gaze. ]

I've deprived you of that entertainment. [ His nudging gains him what he wants: privacy, her within his reach, so that his fingers can trail along her waist, dipping under her jacket in a spur of possessiveness. His palms settle, one on the small of her back, now using his physical strength to pull her flush against him. The other sits on her hip as he leans in, nosing a few loose chunks of hair aside so that he might murmur against her ear: ] How horrible.

[ This close, and her perfume drifts to his nose. Tickling. Pleasant. All of this is rather pleasant, displays of power and willfulness aside.

There are very few in his life who interest him physically, mentally, and with their abilities. That she manages this... well, it invites something problematic. It also invites something all too consuming, if he'll allow it. ]

Nothing. [ His lips drag against her jaw, a smear of hot breath. ] Everything. [ Instead of allowing his mouth to continue to map her body out, he leans back enough to look down at her, brows raised. ] Perhaps I was only interested in your company and whatever may follow, now that you're here.

(it's no problem, life always comes first. :) I hope you're having a good weekend.)

[At least her eyes can't betray her when he's leaning so close, can't show just how much she likes the little tugs, his arms encircling her, the soft velvet of his voice. It's only the slight jump in her pulse, the barely noticeable flicker in her breathing that gives her away as his lips slide over her jaw.

You'd have to be made of stone to blame her for enjoying him. There had always been something about the way he was from the first time she spied him across a room to how he held her now that sang to her like so many sirens wanting her to come and play. Come and drown.

God, she was not ready to drown and yet here she was throwing herself eagerly into the sea once more.

By the time he pulls back she - barely - manages to reign her expression in, her lower lip with small marks from where she was biting it, just a touch of her red lipstick staining the bottom of her teeth. Her light green eyes watch him, easily returning the raised brow as her hands settled on his hips, under the plaid shirt.]

It could take us an eternity to do everything... and nothing. You would bore of me far sooner than that. [No matter the words her tone is smooth as the silk of her blouse, her lips pressing against his jaw briefly.] I was thinking you might have more specific.... requests.

Since I came all the way to Denver... just for you.

[ ooc: thank you! i always feel bad when things explode. i'm having a great weekend, i hope you are too. and happy easter if you celebrate! :> ]

[ The smirk soon turns to a shit-eating grin. Impossible. It would be impossible to hide his amusement over the delicate way she phrases things to the subtle little signs that she enjoys this just as much as he. Ah, and that little quip at the end.

Just for him? She's come just as much for herself, if not more. Despite how charming he can be, he's still a murderer. Still someone who will take his rage and revenge out on those deserving of it. His temper is a thing to behold. No, she comes for herself. ]

I've a number of requests, schatz. [ The hand on her waist abandons its spot so that he may drag his thumb along her bottom lip. He'll ignore the comment of him growing bored. She's yet to bore him. He's not so easily bored, and fails to take those he holds precious for granted. Not anymore. ] The question is which of those will you indulge?

[ Slowly, he drags his thumb down along her throat, pale blue eyes suddenly intense. ]

It seems what I'd said earlier changed your mind. Is that what you would like?

[That smile should be his undoing, should tell her to tease or bite back or maybe leave but the grin that's there, shameless and plain as day only draws her in deeper, only makes her want to see it undone. Wants to see how it tastes against her lips as it turns from endlessly pleased with himself into something more real, more exposed.

It's these soft spaces between breaths as his thumb brushes over the almost bruised, sensitive skin of her lip, as he uses that sweet endearment where she always stumbles. She wants him and he knows. He's the only one she's been with who seems to catch what every glance means, every stuttering breath that forgets how to fully leave her lungs.

Like Ulysses passing the Sirens, only she had no one to tie her to the mast, making answering his question as he trailed his thumb down over her throat, past her suddenly rising pulse for all the world like jumping off the ship and into the sea.

Wanting him tastes like a kind of madness she was all too quick to appreciate.]

I would've come... eventually. [Maybe. She was hardly going to tell him how reading his text had nearly made her walk into her lovely glass office door, or how all her clothes had suddenly felt a touch too warm, too tight.] After all, you seldom disappoint. [There's a fine almost-tremor to her, not from fear but from trying to keep herself still when for all the world she wants to press forward, wants to drag his lips down to her and pull them back towards that door behind her or whatever is behind him.

But she doesn't. Because that's not how this game works. Not yet. There would be time for that later when she couldn't hide behind the slick, formal work clothes that so nicely pulled her together.]

Edited 2017-04-17 07:57 (UTC)

[ If he knows these things, it's merely due to the fact that he bothers to pay attention. She's a beautiful woman. Sharp and clever. Strong. He could no sooner look away than he could cut himself off from his power. There's something magnetic with them, a force which reverberates between them, tugging them closer and closer and he, just like she, appears to be powerless against it.

Slick and formal work clothes? The foolish craftsman lined the buttons with metal. Slick they may remain... for a spell; however, even now as they banter, he's slowly unbuttoning the top, then the second, then the third with his abilities--all the while smirking at her, completely unrepentant. ]

I'll ensure you do come... eventually. [ A horribly blatant misunderstanding of meaning? Him? Why, he'd never do such a thing. ] Eventually sounds much too long. You would make me wait?

[ The backs of his knuckles glide down the smooth column of her throat. Down, along her chest. Down, until they graze the very edge of her bra. ]

What will we do if I make you wait in repayment?

[Erik's powers always felt different than her own, a constant pulling, tugging, plucking metal out from where it had been to wherever he wanted it. Like now as she felt her buttons undoing, one by one, even as she kept her gaze on him and her breathing mostly even.

Morgana swallowed, her bottom lip finding itself trapped between her teeth again at his "misunderstanding" but only briefly.]

I would've made the wait worth it, [It would've been torturing herself as much as him, thinking about it, imagining his hands, the pull of his powers, even that stupid smirk currently gracing his lips. Her sense of restraint would've been strained so much more than it was even now with his hand drifting along the soft skin of her breast, barely hidden by the white lace of her bra.]

Do you have the patience to make me wait for being so wicked as to consider having you wait? [Even as she asks her fingers curl beneath the edge of her undershirt, that strange golden colour entering her green eyes again as her fingers trace small curving paths beside his spine, each finger alternating between just a little too hot and just a little too cold. Warming his skin and then quickly soothing it.] You did ask me to come, after all...

[It had been more of a demand, but she always took them as questions regardless.]

[ He's a man who is hard-pressed to take no for an answer. That's not to say he'll force himself on someone. No, never would he be interested in doing that. But these games where they circle around one another? Where it's far too clear she's willing, despite playing coy? That's when he'll force his way along, as if he were manipulating the metal around him.

Erik's gaze dips to her lips just briefly, taking in the way she worries the bottom one. Then he's watching her once again, the blues of his eyes a tinge darker. More heated. ]

Would you have? [ A finger dips lower. Between her breasts, following the route of buttons slowly undoing themselves. ] You'll find I have endless patience. Particularly when the prize is well worth it.

[ That little display of her power. Ah... if anything, it's that curiosity which has him suddenly moving into action. Taking. Leaning in to catch her mouth in a kiss. Pulling her flush against him as he slants his lips, drags his tongue along the seam of her mouth. ]

Have I ever disappointed you when I did show up? [She might have played at being coy, but the way she leans closer, the way her breath stutters, all of it points to her wanting him, to wanting whatever this odd mess between them was.

Honestly, half of her being "coy" was simply to keep herself in check, to stop her from shoving him back until they found something solid to lean on. Stopping herself from being pulled completely under by the undeniable need she had to be close to him in moments like this. It was too much.

It was never enough.

She doesn't even get to answer or tease him about his "patience" (which he had, but rarely when a conversation started off by telling her where he was for a booty call), instead he leans in and kisses her and she kisses him back easily, parting her lips.

Her hands slid further up his back, tracing his muscles and spine as much with her nails as her powers now, barely containing the flare caused by him pulling her closer.

Morgana's eyes as almost solid golden light as she watches him through half closed eyes, nipping playfully at his bottom lip.

She shouldn't want him this much, shouldn't like the way that he makes her powers flare and spark, how he tugs at her in ways that have nothing to do with the metal in her clothes or the piercings or his powers at all. There were better ways, better company to keep.

Yet she liked his company.]

[ ooc: I'm going to prose. It's a pain in the ass for me to write this sort of stuff in brackets, but you're more than welcome to stick with it if that's your preferred format! ]

Her powers are an allure, he'll readily admit to that. The mystery behind it, the way she teases him with flashes of it--but it's the physicality which is what truly makes this a more enticing experience. One's abilities are intriguing in the way that a puzzle is. It's the feel of her body against his, the way her nails scrape against his back, which has him relaxing into the kiss.

Hands wander freely as he backs her toward the nearest wall. His teeth scrape that bottom lip she'd worried throughout their conversation. The aim is to fill all her senses. To completely override rational thought and turn her into a creature of feeling. He wants to hear the breathless moans, feel the way she trembles with need.

By the time they collide with the wall, she'll feel the beginnings of his arousal. His hands drop down to her thighs, fingers hooking beneath that neat little skirt to tug it up higher, so that he can lift her up properly.

Truth be told, she had never quite worked out what kept drawing her back to him. It wasn't that he was like her, different though their powers were - not matter how comforting it was to be not alone, or how curious she could be. And if it was because he could be "bad", well, there was no shortage of arseholes in the sea who would gladly steal moans from her lips like they were air.

There was just something different about him, about how she felt, about how easily the moan fell from her lips as if snatched out of her throat by his tempting mouth as his teeth brush over the almost-bruised flesh.

Pressed between him and the wall she can't escape the growing swell of his cock or pretend their little game is any more than just that, a game. Surrounded by his scent with his hands trying to hike up her too-tight skirt it's impossible to ignore him even a little or ignore that growing warmth in her belly, or the slickness between her thighs.

Powers may not be the main attraction... but they don't hurt, and as he tries to pull up the skirt Morgana shakes her head, knocking loose more of her curls.

'That won't come up far enough for what you want.' she says, voice warm with amusement and desire instead, the zipper at the side opens itself and her skirt tugs itself down, slipping past her thighs and onto the floor around her heels. Her underwear is thin and white, barely decent as her hands slide around his waist to undo his jeans herself, eyes watching his with her strange mix of green and gold, barely managing to keep herself from sucking on her tender lip again as she watches him, as her hand slips beneath denim to gently stroke him, encourage him.

can you put off getting yourself arrested this week, love?
i'm very busy.

Come now, Charles, you and I both know if I'm arrested, it's because I allow it.

Nevertheless, I see where priorities lie. So long as you're not busy with that wretched Logan.

you know, he's perfectly affable once you get to know him.
which you might, if you stopped throwing him into walls every time you met.

No.

erik.

No, Charles.

you are the most obstinate, frustrating man.

You've a problem with that? Funny, you weren't complaining the other day.

actually, i complain on the regular.
you just don't always choose to listen to me.

That's because there's far better uses of both our time, schatz.
Do you require a reminder?

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are you on plurk? would love to keep in touch, esp for future threads, i'm loving these two!

I am! I'm paracosm, feel free to add me. :) They are an interesting pair.

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text | whatever they have phones?

not only do they not need cerebro, they have mastered the art of texting

the things they do for the booty.

he has lots of pictures of charles' booty, okay

not as good as the real thing, lehnsherr.

never as good, that's why he gets (at minimum) his weekly fix

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