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'Could you pass me my robe, please?' Raven has her eyes cast down as she asks the question. If should could blush in her natural form, she would be bright red. She is embarrassed about her body, about her decision to be here, naked in Erik's bed, about everything. She has come here on a whim, wanting to feel desired again after Hank rejected her. She has seen the way Erik looks at her and well accustomed to male attention as a deliberately hot blond, she had thought she knew what those looks meant.
He glances briefly at the garment hanging over his chair, but leaves it where it is. 'No. You don't need to hide.' She finally looks up into his eyes as he sits down on the bed beside her. 'When you see a tiger, do you ever think you need to cover it up? Mystique, you are magnificent.' His voice is gentle as his eyes move down, taking in her body. She is trembling now, both thrilled and terrified at his open appreciation of her blue form. It seems only natural when he leans over and kisses her. It is a gentle kiss, lingering for what seems an eternity yet over in an instant. He traces one finger along the lines etched in her left cheek before rising from the bed and positions himself before the window, looking out and turning his back on her.
'It is a pity, really.' The words come out in barely more than a mutter, as if he is speaking mostly to himself and although she cannot see his face, she thinks it is real regret in his voice. She hesitates only for a heartbeat before she slides out of the protective coverings of the bedsheets and pads over to him on her bare feet, naked how. She reaches out and puts her hands on his shoulders, relishing the feel of his powerful muscles. Drawing even closer, she lightly presses herself against his back, soaking up his heat, resting her head against her shoulder blade. 'Why not?' she asks simply. She can feel his lungs fill and deflate as he takes a deep breath and lets it out again. 'You don't know what you're asking for. It is a bad idea.' She is about to argue but he places one of his hand over hers where it still rests on his shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze. 'You should go now, Mystique. Go to bed, go to sleep. Keep what's left of your innocence for a little while longer. It has only just begun.' The strong authority in his voice leaves no room for arguments. She still hangs onto him for a moment longer, raising herself to stand on her toes so she can press a soft kiss in his neck. He does not look back as Mystique leaves the room.
