Ficathon -07
May. 27th, 2009 06:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
a_qMy last participation to XMMF was very last minute - I wasn't about to partake, then changed my mind and whined to be a pinch-hitter. I was handed this lost prompt, requesting Mystique/Destiny pairing, with lingerie and stockings (smut optional). My story is solid relationship story, set in the X3. I had to do some quick reserch to find out who is Destiny (Irene Adler) - she has the ability to perceive events of possible futures. This story, written in one night, one sitting, turned out very nice. Well, I thought so. The smut never really made into it, but hey... You can't have everything. About 950 words, completely PG
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The small room was filled with color. Splashes of turquoise, patches of soft greens and vibrant yellows took turns with reds and burnt oranges. At times Mystique had wondered how Irene had chosen hues like that and for what purpose, but now as she lay in bed watching the morning sun crawl its way through the room, she understood. It was all chosen for this moment in mind. It was like she was lying inside a soap bubble. Mystique let her mind rest, relaxing against Irene and enjoying the feel of her warm skin against hers.
She had missed all this while being captured but Mystique knew that Irene never asked her to do anything that she didn’t think was absolutely necessary. Mystique trusted Irene beyond reason, but she couldn’t help the feeling that this time she had asked too much of her. The paleness of her own skin was like a sarcastic insult in this colorful room, in these cobalt blue sheets.
“You are sad.” Irene said, her eyes closed. She always saw more clearly that way. Mystique wondered briefly what would happen if Irene was shot with the Cure... Would she be able to look in to her eyes and see her looking back, or would her eyes remain their simple ornamental value?
“I would just be blind in another manner, darling.” Irene answered to the question that was not asked. Mystique was used to it, because these types of things you needed to get used to when your girlfriend was a seer. Irene softly brushed her cheekbone, than briefly touched the corner of her mouth. “Don’t frown dear. I know it is hard to lose your own skin, but it’s better than being dead. The premonition was crystal clear... If you meet Phoenix, you will die. Only way to prohibit that event from happening was to turn you into the Martyr of the Ideology. ”
“I don’t doubt your premonition, Irene. I just miss being me.”
“You will get your own form back. Not today, but soon.”
Mystique smiled, closing her eyes to enjoy the feeling as Irene continued to brush her fingertips against her new, colorless skin. It was like she was filled with strange messages that Irene read through her hands. They lie awhile in comfortable silence until Irene found the spot that made Mystique giggle.
“You should laugh more. It makes you glow.” Irene whispered to her ear, moving her fingers up and down the length of her side. “I don’t want you to leave here unhappy. It dangers everything you need to do today.”
“Why should I be happy? I’m going to rat out Erik to the government. Not something to be cheerful about.” Mystique tensed again, realizing the steady ticking of the clock and the amount of bright sunlight in the room. The time was drawing close.
“You are about to save his life, my heart... And your own. You should be happy. And dressed as well.”
“No! Don’t make me wear that!” Mystique squirmed, trying to worm herself deeper under the covers but Irene was having none of it. Unceremoniously she pushed Mystique out of the bed and she landed on the floor with a thump. She stared at her surprised, but Irene just smiled back very sweetly.
“You copied the flesh of the Phoenix, now you have to pay for it. Go ahead sweetie, put that bra on. Pouting won’t get you anywhere, I might add.”
“You like me better naked anyway Irene.”
"True. But that shall be only my pleasure from now on. Stop stalling darling, because the percentage of all possible pleasurable outcomes of this situation is falling by the minute."
"You are a cruel woman, Irene Adler. I'm starting to regret ever falling in love with you." Mystique declared with false firmness, before getting up from the floor. Irene just laughed and pointed at the shopping bags piled near the large mirror. Mystique stepped closer, carefully picking few items out. She made a rude face and Irene started laughing again.
"Oh, don't be a spoil sport! Just try it on. No wait... There is 90 percentage chance that you will do it wrong in next two minutes. I'll do it." Irene stepped out of the bed and walked behind her, picking the pink lacy bra from her fingers. "This goes here... Loose here, tight here. And this goes like that... Now look."
Mystique turned to look at the mirror. There stood a tall, lean woman with cream colored skin, wearing a lace bra in pale hue of roses. The straight black hair was a bit messed and tangled, a pair of blue eyes stared back at her. "I'm so disgustingly ugly that its not even funny anymore."
Irene wrapped her arm around her waist, leaning her head against her shoulder. "Oh, my poor darling. Such drama. How about the bra? Do you like that?"
"In three words: restraining, humiliating and stupid."
Irene bit her lip not laugh and Mystique crossed her arms across her chest in defiance. "Its unnatural. I can't do it."
"Yes, you can. I know you can. I can see it as clear as daylight. You wear the bra, and panties and the shirt and everything else, and you are going to be alright. Alive and well and so will be Erik."
Mystique let her arms fell, and stared at her strange image from the mirror. It was ghastly, but against the background of the room, and the shining daylight, she seemed... Radiant. A calm center of twirling colors reflected from the room. Almost something beautiful. Irene waited for her judgment.
"Maybe I can live with it."
"That is the whole point, my love. Now, let's move to the stockings."
***
The small room was filled with color. Splashes of turquoise, patches of soft greens and vibrant yellows took turns with reds and burnt oranges. At times Mystique had wondered how Irene had chosen hues like that and for what purpose, but now as she lay in bed watching the morning sun crawl its way through the room, she understood. It was all chosen for this moment in mind. It was like she was lying inside a soap bubble. Mystique let her mind rest, relaxing against Irene and enjoying the feel of her warm skin against hers.
She had missed all this while being captured but Mystique knew that Irene never asked her to do anything that she didn’t think was absolutely necessary. Mystique trusted Irene beyond reason, but she couldn’t help the feeling that this time she had asked too much of her. The paleness of her own skin was like a sarcastic insult in this colorful room, in these cobalt blue sheets.
“You are sad.” Irene said, her eyes closed. She always saw more clearly that way. Mystique wondered briefly what would happen if Irene was shot with the Cure... Would she be able to look in to her eyes and see her looking back, or would her eyes remain their simple ornamental value?
“I would just be blind in another manner, darling.” Irene answered to the question that was not asked. Mystique was used to it, because these types of things you needed to get used to when your girlfriend was a seer. Irene softly brushed her cheekbone, than briefly touched the corner of her mouth. “Don’t frown dear. I know it is hard to lose your own skin, but it’s better than being dead. The premonition was crystal clear... If you meet Phoenix, you will die. Only way to prohibit that event from happening was to turn you into the Martyr of the Ideology. ”
“I don’t doubt your premonition, Irene. I just miss being me.”
“You will get your own form back. Not today, but soon.”
Mystique smiled, closing her eyes to enjoy the feeling as Irene continued to brush her fingertips against her new, colorless skin. It was like she was filled with strange messages that Irene read through her hands. They lie awhile in comfortable silence until Irene found the spot that made Mystique giggle.
“You should laugh more. It makes you glow.” Irene whispered to her ear, moving her fingers up and down the length of her side. “I don’t want you to leave here unhappy. It dangers everything you need to do today.”
“Why should I be happy? I’m going to rat out Erik to the government. Not something to be cheerful about.” Mystique tensed again, realizing the steady ticking of the clock and the amount of bright sunlight in the room. The time was drawing close.
“You are about to save his life, my heart... And your own. You should be happy. And dressed as well.”
“No! Don’t make me wear that!” Mystique squirmed, trying to worm herself deeper under the covers but Irene was having none of it. Unceremoniously she pushed Mystique out of the bed and she landed on the floor with a thump. She stared at her surprised, but Irene just smiled back very sweetly.
“You copied the flesh of the Phoenix, now you have to pay for it. Go ahead sweetie, put that bra on. Pouting won’t get you anywhere, I might add.”
“You like me better naked anyway Irene.”
"True. But that shall be only my pleasure from now on. Stop stalling darling, because the percentage of all possible pleasurable outcomes of this situation is falling by the minute."
"You are a cruel woman, Irene Adler. I'm starting to regret ever falling in love with you." Mystique declared with false firmness, before getting up from the floor. Irene just laughed and pointed at the shopping bags piled near the large mirror. Mystique stepped closer, carefully picking few items out. She made a rude face and Irene started laughing again.
"Oh, don't be a spoil sport! Just try it on. No wait... There is 90 percentage chance that you will do it wrong in next two minutes. I'll do it." Irene stepped out of the bed and walked behind her, picking the pink lacy bra from her fingers. "This goes here... Loose here, tight here. And this goes like that... Now look."
Mystique turned to look at the mirror. There stood a tall, lean woman with cream colored skin, wearing a lace bra in pale hue of roses. The straight black hair was a bit messed and tangled, a pair of blue eyes stared back at her. "I'm so disgustingly ugly that its not even funny anymore."
Irene wrapped her arm around her waist, leaning her head against her shoulder. "Oh, my poor darling. Such drama. How about the bra? Do you like that?"
"In three words: restraining, humiliating and stupid."
Irene bit her lip not laugh and Mystique crossed her arms across her chest in defiance. "Its unnatural. I can't do it."
"Yes, you can. I know you can. I can see it as clear as daylight. You wear the bra, and panties and the shirt and everything else, and you are going to be alright. Alive and well and so will be Erik."
Mystique let her arms fell, and stared at her strange image from the mirror. It was ghastly, but against the background of the room, and the shining daylight, she seemed... Radiant. A calm center of twirling colors reflected from the room. Almost something beautiful. Irene waited for her judgment.
"Maybe I can live with it."
"That is the whole point, my love. Now, let's move to the stockings."