A start of a serie
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a_qThis little story was hard to found, the original was destroyed in the Great Comp Crash -08. It is a vanilla start for a string of kink fics, revolving around Emma and Mystique. I just love those gals together! Evil minds, evil deeds...
About 1500 words. There is some girl/girl kissing and drinking but that is about it (like I said, vanilla). Pretty safe to read.
Emma had never met her in person. She had heard the stories of course. Not stories as such but rumors. The type that spread like wild fire then got mangled on the way and in the end it was hard to tell what the real truth was. Truth usually was not the problem. She could pick it up from people's minds as easily as she could pick up a champagne glass from a table. However, Mystique was a different case. Even with solid facts, Emma didn't have much to go on. Mystique was loyal to Magneto; she was an excellent shape shifter and had an array of other skills that were mentioned in very hushed tones. Mystique was a puzzle and Emma loved puzzles.
Emma had spent a lot of time tracking her down, no luck. She had almost given up with the idea, when she participated regular charity dinner and there she was. Just dumb luck.
Emma was standing at the bar when she was suddenly facing an uppity young man, whose his interior did not match the exterior.
For a moment Emma did not know what to say. Her eyes assured her that she was looking at a tall man in black suit, with neat brown hair and mud colored eyes. Her mind in other hand went straight through the phantasm to the midnight blue skin, orange hair and canary colored eyes. Emma closed her eyes for a moment to break the double vision. When she opened them again she noticed that the man was laughing at her, yellow light dancing in his eyes.
"Emma Frost herself! I am honored. May I offer you something to drink?"
"Boli Stoli, please" Emma said to the bartender who just nodded. Emma had been ordering that drink all evening and the bartender already knew how she liked her order.
"That's quite a combination." Mystique noted, as the bartender placed the long stemmed glass in front of Emma and splashed a good amount of cold vodka on top of the bubbling champagne. "I'll have one too." She added to the bartender.
"It is the bite and the bubbles in elegant wrapping." Emma noted, raising the glass as a toast before adding "...Which applies to many things. What do you call this tacky suited boy you are wearing?"
"Henry Gyrich."
"Are you aware, Mr. Gyrich that I've been trying to get your attention for quite some time? I have a proposition that you might find interesting." Emma sipped the drink, letting the reassurance of vodka settle to her stomach. Even though she could have easily read Mystique's mind, for some reason she hesitated. There was something about the woman that threw her slightly off balance. It was irritating
"Hm. That is very interesting." Mystique raised her glass to her and tasted the drink.
"You haven't even heard the suggestion yet." Emma noted, emptying her glass with a swift move. Her hand didn't even shake. The champagne went to her head with a glorious hum.
"Bite with bubbles, just like you said." Mystique smiled, the yellow glow shining through the eyes she was wearing. Emma knew that she was not a telepath, but for some reason Mystique was reading her much more effectively than anyone else. In addition, it seemed that Emma was labeled as amusement. Emma decided to shake things up.
"Care to take me to the dance floor, Mr. Gyrich?"
"My pleasure, Ms. Frost."
The floor was pretty packed but Mystique went straight to the center, elbowing politely some room for them. Emma added a bit mind shaping, so that suddenly people around lost all interest on them. It was not that they didn't see them standing there; they simply didn't bother thinking about it. Emma placed her hand lightly on her shoulder as she wrapped her arm around her waist. They swayed with the music for awhile. They anticipated each other's movements without effort. Emma tried not to stare in her eyes but it was difficult not to. When Mystique smiled, and she seemed to smile all the time, little sparks flew in the depths of her gaze. Emma could not help thinking that it was quite like staring inside a glass of Boli Stoli. Mesmerizing and mouth watering at the same time.
"Penny for your thoughts."
"How frivolous offer for a telepath! Careful, you might end up getting much more than you bargained for."
Mystique just smiled wider, tightening the grip around her waist. Emma was wearing a rather demure dress in a sense that she was not showing much skin. In other hand, Emma did not hide her fabulous body; the fabric seemed to cling to her every curve. She could feel the heat of Mystique's body, the satin like quality of her skin as the arm pressing against her back forced her to lean fully to her. Emma's skin did not need information from her eyes; she felt the soft globes of Mystique's breasts, the strength of her muscles underneath her hand, the airy scent that was something like warm rain in summer nights. Emma was getting a bit weak on the knees and thirsty too. Emma opened her mouth to start bargaining her offer for Mystique, so that she could get this over with. She didn't have a chance to do so because Mystique leaned closer, as if she was about to kiss her.
"I like getting more than I should. Show me what you have in mind."
Emma considered. It was dangerous because there was always a chance you would reveal more than you intended. In other hand Emma had a heavy streak of narcissism in her. In both accounts, Mystique was pushing the right buttons. Emma closed the gap, drawing her in to a kiss. As their lips met Emma connected to her mind, the touch light as a feather. She didn't take anything from her mind and gave only a small trickle of her own. It came through as a string of snapshots: Emma's manicured nails clawing the blue flesh, white teeth sinking in the soft skin, the arch of her back, the curve of her breast.
Mystique broke the kiss. Emma opened her eyes, startled.
"What's the matter?"
"That was it? So pedestrian! I'm disappointed."
And she really was disappointed. Emma could feel her emotions through the remnants of the mental connection. She dissolved the hold to prevent herself from getting more than she had bargained for.
"I'm sorry." Emma said, without fully realizing that she had just apologized her own thoughts. Maybe it was just the Boli Stolies at work but Mystique seemed to find this immensely amusing.
"Look into mine."
Emma tilted her head, touching lightly Mystique's lips. Through the connection flooded not just images but feelings - Mystique was everywhere. It was if she was drenching Emma in liquid lust and then tossing a match to it. Emma shook under the force of it. The feeling was one thing and the mental picture was quite another. It was she in Mystique's hands, bound in stern knots with thick black rope, the pose impossible to hold anywhere else but in fantasy: she was standing on her tiptoes, bending backwards in painful angle, everything in her body strained to the furthest limit. Emma gasped and pulled back, breaking the connection.
"You want to hurt me."
Mystique giggled. The sound was completely discordant with the face she was wearing.
"Pain is just a word. I want to give you an experience Ms. Frost. I'm sure you would find it interesting."
"I'm sure I would. The only thing is that I do not think you can play trust games all that well. You have this... unreliable appearance, Mr. Gyrich."
"That is harsh. We have only just met." Mystique grinned, swaying once again as the next song started to play. "Rather amusing take on the woman who seek me to do her dirty work for her."
"You don't know what I wanted to ask." Emma said, sounding a bit offended. It was all going wrong. Mystique was playing with her, reading her like open book. It was all topsy-turvy.
"Let's see... A bit cranky feeling on your back muscles... A tension here and there... Nasty thin line beneath your eye..." Mystique eyed her, as a connoisseur. "Tsk tsk. A bit shabby skin tone. You are stressed. Moreover, what could stress Ms. Frost? A problem she could not handle herself. Simple conclusion: you are looking for a lackey."
"Fine. I am. Are you game or should I go look somewhere else? I don’t have all evening."
"Yes, Ms. Frost, I am up to it. After I’m done with your assignment, you will do one for me. Deal?"
Emma pondered, thinking how much in danger she would end up if she followed down this road. Maybe it would be worth it. Maybe it would be too high price to pay. However, there was only one way to find out. Emma nodded, agreeing to the terms.
"Boli Stolies to seal the deal?"
"Absolutely. That would be fabulous."
About 1500 words. There is some girl/girl kissing and drinking but that is about it (like I said, vanilla). Pretty safe to read.
Emma had never met her in person. She had heard the stories of course. Not stories as such but rumors. The type that spread like wild fire then got mangled on the way and in the end it was hard to tell what the real truth was. Truth usually was not the problem. She could pick it up from people's minds as easily as she could pick up a champagne glass from a table. However, Mystique was a different case. Even with solid facts, Emma didn't have much to go on. Mystique was loyal to Magneto; she was an excellent shape shifter and had an array of other skills that were mentioned in very hushed tones. Mystique was a puzzle and Emma loved puzzles.
Emma had spent a lot of time tracking her down, no luck. She had almost given up with the idea, when she participated regular charity dinner and there she was. Just dumb luck.
Emma was standing at the bar when she was suddenly facing an uppity young man, whose his interior did not match the exterior.
For a moment Emma did not know what to say. Her eyes assured her that she was looking at a tall man in black suit, with neat brown hair and mud colored eyes. Her mind in other hand went straight through the phantasm to the midnight blue skin, orange hair and canary colored eyes. Emma closed her eyes for a moment to break the double vision. When she opened them again she noticed that the man was laughing at her, yellow light dancing in his eyes.
"Emma Frost herself! I am honored. May I offer you something to drink?"
"Boli Stoli, please" Emma said to the bartender who just nodded. Emma had been ordering that drink all evening and the bartender already knew how she liked her order.
"That's quite a combination." Mystique noted, as the bartender placed the long stemmed glass in front of Emma and splashed a good amount of cold vodka on top of the bubbling champagne. "I'll have one too." She added to the bartender.
"It is the bite and the bubbles in elegant wrapping." Emma noted, raising the glass as a toast before adding "...Which applies to many things. What do you call this tacky suited boy you are wearing?"
"Henry Gyrich."
"Are you aware, Mr. Gyrich that I've been trying to get your attention for quite some time? I have a proposition that you might find interesting." Emma sipped the drink, letting the reassurance of vodka settle to her stomach. Even though she could have easily read Mystique's mind, for some reason she hesitated. There was something about the woman that threw her slightly off balance. It was irritating
"Hm. That is very interesting." Mystique raised her glass to her and tasted the drink.
"You haven't even heard the suggestion yet." Emma noted, emptying her glass with a swift move. Her hand didn't even shake. The champagne went to her head with a glorious hum.
"Bite with bubbles, just like you said." Mystique smiled, the yellow glow shining through the eyes she was wearing. Emma knew that she was not a telepath, but for some reason Mystique was reading her much more effectively than anyone else. In addition, it seemed that Emma was labeled as amusement. Emma decided to shake things up.
"Care to take me to the dance floor, Mr. Gyrich?"
"My pleasure, Ms. Frost."
The floor was pretty packed but Mystique went straight to the center, elbowing politely some room for them. Emma added a bit mind shaping, so that suddenly people around lost all interest on them. It was not that they didn't see them standing there; they simply didn't bother thinking about it. Emma placed her hand lightly on her shoulder as she wrapped her arm around her waist. They swayed with the music for awhile. They anticipated each other's movements without effort. Emma tried not to stare in her eyes but it was difficult not to. When Mystique smiled, and she seemed to smile all the time, little sparks flew in the depths of her gaze. Emma could not help thinking that it was quite like staring inside a glass of Boli Stoli. Mesmerizing and mouth watering at the same time.
"Penny for your thoughts."
"How frivolous offer for a telepath! Careful, you might end up getting much more than you bargained for."
Mystique just smiled wider, tightening the grip around her waist. Emma was wearing a rather demure dress in a sense that she was not showing much skin. In other hand, Emma did not hide her fabulous body; the fabric seemed to cling to her every curve. She could feel the heat of Mystique's body, the satin like quality of her skin as the arm pressing against her back forced her to lean fully to her. Emma's skin did not need information from her eyes; she felt the soft globes of Mystique's breasts, the strength of her muscles underneath her hand, the airy scent that was something like warm rain in summer nights. Emma was getting a bit weak on the knees and thirsty too. Emma opened her mouth to start bargaining her offer for Mystique, so that she could get this over with. She didn't have a chance to do so because Mystique leaned closer, as if she was about to kiss her.
"I like getting more than I should. Show me what you have in mind."
Emma considered. It was dangerous because there was always a chance you would reveal more than you intended. In other hand Emma had a heavy streak of narcissism in her. In both accounts, Mystique was pushing the right buttons. Emma closed the gap, drawing her in to a kiss. As their lips met Emma connected to her mind, the touch light as a feather. She didn't take anything from her mind and gave only a small trickle of her own. It came through as a string of snapshots: Emma's manicured nails clawing the blue flesh, white teeth sinking in the soft skin, the arch of her back, the curve of her breast.
Mystique broke the kiss. Emma opened her eyes, startled.
"What's the matter?"
"That was it? So pedestrian! I'm disappointed."
And she really was disappointed. Emma could feel her emotions through the remnants of the mental connection. She dissolved the hold to prevent herself from getting more than she had bargained for.
"I'm sorry." Emma said, without fully realizing that she had just apologized her own thoughts. Maybe it was just the Boli Stolies at work but Mystique seemed to find this immensely amusing.
"Look into mine."
Emma tilted her head, touching lightly Mystique's lips. Through the connection flooded not just images but feelings - Mystique was everywhere. It was if she was drenching Emma in liquid lust and then tossing a match to it. Emma shook under the force of it. The feeling was one thing and the mental picture was quite another. It was she in Mystique's hands, bound in stern knots with thick black rope, the pose impossible to hold anywhere else but in fantasy: she was standing on her tiptoes, bending backwards in painful angle, everything in her body strained to the furthest limit. Emma gasped and pulled back, breaking the connection.
"You want to hurt me."
Mystique giggled. The sound was completely discordant with the face she was wearing.
"Pain is just a word. I want to give you an experience Ms. Frost. I'm sure you would find it interesting."
"I'm sure I would. The only thing is that I do not think you can play trust games all that well. You have this... unreliable appearance, Mr. Gyrich."
"That is harsh. We have only just met." Mystique grinned, swaying once again as the next song started to play. "Rather amusing take on the woman who seek me to do her dirty work for her."
"You don't know what I wanted to ask." Emma said, sounding a bit offended. It was all going wrong. Mystique was playing with her, reading her like open book. It was all topsy-turvy.
"Let's see... A bit cranky feeling on your back muscles... A tension here and there... Nasty thin line beneath your eye..." Mystique eyed her, as a connoisseur. "Tsk tsk. A bit shabby skin tone. You are stressed. Moreover, what could stress Ms. Frost? A problem she could not handle herself. Simple conclusion: you are looking for a lackey."
"Fine. I am. Are you game or should I go look somewhere else? I don’t have all evening."
"Yes, Ms. Frost, I am up to it. After I’m done with your assignment, you will do one for me. Deal?"
Emma pondered, thinking how much in danger she would end up if she followed down this road. Maybe it would be worth it. Maybe it would be too high price to pay. However, there was only one way to find out. Emma nodded, agreeing to the terms.
"Boli Stolies to seal the deal?"
"Absolutely. That would be fabulous."