One-Shot: X-Men Mystique and Magneto Kiss
Charles Xavier stopped short when he entered his bedroom. He blinked for a moment before murmuring, "This is a surprise."
"The nice kind?" Raven Darkholme, lying naked and only covered by the bedclothes, asked with a flirtatious grin.
Xavier didn't answer as he crossed around the bed and to the side table by the window, refusing to look at Raven. She simply rolled over, keeping the sheets close to her chest as she resumed her languid position on the other side. A flicker, barely more than a trick of the light, as something blue shot up her skin. "How about now?"
Xavier turned around to see that Raven's face was slightly altered, making her into an even more beautiful woman than before.
"I'd prefer the real Raven," he deadpanned.
Raven smirked, before shape-shifting back to her normal human face. But Xavier was not moved.
"I said the real Raven," his voice laced with annoyance; it was a demand.
Mystique's face fell, but she acquiesced, allowing the blue flicker to overtake her body completely, turning her body into a blue and scaly texture. Her hair was no longer its human blond, but a captivating fiery red.
"Perfection," Xavier approved.
The look on Raven's face clearly indicated she was not convinced. "Could you pass me my robe?"
"You don't have to hide," Xavier countered, as he sat down on the edge of the bed, refusing to let her use her robe as a shield. "Have you ever looked at a tiger and thought you would cover it up?" He smiled at her, and Mystique gave a shy grin back.
"No..."
"You're an exquisite creature, Raven," Xavier told her earnestly. "All you life, the world has tried to tame you. It's time for you to be free..."
And to prove her self-worth to her, Xavier leaned in and gave Raven a tender kiss...