Without saying another word, Mystique snapped the lock to her apartment's front door and walked towards her darkened bedroom. The sense of power, manipulation, and the pure want of animalistic sex roared through her veins, knowing that Storm was waiting for her in the other room. Her high heeled boots clicked on the hardwood floors and accelerated with every step. She tore off her shirt and tossed it to the floor as she met with Storm, seizing her mouth with her own and kissing her.
Storm returned her kiss, wanting to forget everything that had happened in the last year and wanting to find one saving grace in Mystique's vindictive persona. But most of all, she wanted to feel something good and touching Mystique was more than satisfying that need. As she kissed Mystique – a terrorist she'd hated and fought against for nearly her entire life – she surrendered to being selfish and reckless. When Storm opened her mouth to invite Mystique in, Mystique more than grabbed the opportunity, pushing her tongue through Storm's teeth and wrapped it around her own, teasing and sucking it. Storm felt increasingly weaker under Mystique's seductive spell and wanted the woman so badly that she easily relinquished any remaining control to her.
Mystique's passion was explosive, but not at all surprising. She'd almost expected it and it was everything she'd secretly thought it would be. The way Mystique touched her, held her, and kissed her was overwhelmingly arousing. Her delicate hands were calculated and meticulous, knowing exactly where Storm ached for contact, and successfully pushing each button right when it needed to be pushed. She pulled Mystique against herself to feel the immaculate body against her own, and felt her stomach knot when Mystique curled her arm around her to pull them even closer.
When the woman's pale hands came around from her back and pushed underneath Storm's silver shirt to massage her breasts, Storm breathed softly into Mystique's ear and ran her fingers through Mystique's jet black hair to encourage her to continue. But Mystique didn't need any encouragement. She knew exactly what she wanted and Storm was making it more than easy for her to control and manipulate her.
Mystique took a few steps forward and pushed the other woman backwards until she hit a dresser. Storm let out a shocked yelp at touching the unfamiliar furniture, but relaxed again when Mystique distracted her with kisses and nips at her neck. Not interested in wasting time, Mystique shifted her hand to the button of Storm's dark jeans.
Storm bit her lip when she felt her jeans become loose around her hips, then dropping to the floor. She guiltily wanted the bitch to touch her. While kissing her neck, Storm took Mystique's hand and guided it down her firm stomach and opened her legs slightly. But instead of doing what she was asked, Mystique pulled away from the sensitive kisses and glared at her, almost angrily, as she moved her hands back under Storm's shirt to aggressively push the mutant further back against the dresser before lifting Storm's tight, silver shirt over her head. When the shirt was dropped, Storm's white and silver hair collapsed back to her shoulders as Mystique bent to kiss her chest, licking the dark skin beneath the lacy edges of her bra.
Storm hoisted herself onto the dresser, and shoved her hands into Mystique's hair and holding her against her breasts, feeling the woman's tongue lap at the curved flesh while she unfastened Storm's bra and let it fall to the floor beside her shirt. Lipstick, mascara, and other items soon followed as they wobbled then tipped over on the dresser before rolling off one at a time. Wrapping one of her legs around Mystique to pull her on top of her other leg, Storm moaned as Mystique did whatever she wanted with her. Mystique stopped kissing Storm's breasts and dropped her hands to grasp Storm's waist. She slowly curled her hips against Storm's thigh, seducing both of them simultaneously by looking Storm directly in the eye, but quickly succumbed to her own selfish cravings. She gently caressed the tanned thigh that was hitched around her hip until Storm tipped her hips forward, lifting Mystique's skirt higher and practically begging Mystique to fuck her.
Mystique snickered and looked down to note Storm's heavy breathing and then back up, returning Storm's pleading eyes with a devilish smirk. She bent over and licked Storm's neck before moving her hand to Storm's inner thigh, eager to touch her, but patient enough to wait; although, Storm's anxious moans were making it difficult for her to resist for much longer. "Is this what you want, Storm?" She whispered.
Mystique's unfamiliar, human voice fell like satin upon Storm's ears. "Yes," she replied, holding onto the beautiful woman for balance on the dresser.
"Yes, what?" Mystique said, teasing the soft skin of Storm's inner thigh with her fingertips.
"Yes…Mystique," Storm sputtered out her name between painfully waiting breaths. "I want to feel you inside of me," Storm whispered, her voice lowering in heavy anticipation as she took hold of Mystique's wrist and pushed it closer, but Mystique resisted still.
Mystique hadn't felt so empowered in a long time. And she wasn't sure if she was hallucinating or not, but as she pressed her fingers against Storm's sex, she was certain something within her was starting to change. She drew a thin line along Storm's neck with her tongue, stopping at her ear and then without even letting Storm have the satisfaction of her skillful fingers within her, Mystique peeled herself off of Storm and ruthlessly tossed her onto the bed behind her.
She sneered at the sexy, begging mutant before crawling up her body like her former serpent self, her blue eyes ablaze as she licked and bit at Storm's exposed flesh before straddling her and grinding herself onto the woman, feeling herself become wet from the desired contact that only another woman could give her. Storm's hands hastily tore off Mystique's black bra as Mystique lowered her mouth to kiss her again, holding either side of her face in her pale hands before scraping her nails down Storm's rib cage, sending hot shivers throughout Storm's body and drawing out shocked cries of pleasure into Mystique's mouth.
Mystique smiled at the prey beneath her and then slithered down Storm's torso, stopping just above her hipbone to lick the tempting dip in her flesh just above the bone. Sharp moans came from the woman beneath her and Mystique felt Storm tangle her fingers back into her black hair. Mystique moved her hand gently beneath the seam of Storm's lingerie to remove it and then eagerly pushed her fingers against her rival's sex. Circling her fingers on the hot, wet skin, Mystique balanced herself above her and watched as Storm's dark eyes glazed over when she raised her hips slightly for more.
"Oh God, Mystique," Storm whimpered, drawing the woman down to kiss her again.
But their kiss was broken when Storm began releasing exquisitely raw sounds as Mystique slipped her fingers into her. Storm's eyes sealed shut as her back arched off the bed, shifting her hips forward so that Mystique could push her fingers deeper still. Mystique complied and felt Storm's entire body undulate in rapture beneath her as she fucked her. Storm cried out again and again until she dug her nails into Mystique's back, pulling the woman on top of her. She curled her neck over Mystique's shoulder and desperately waited to come.
Her eyes opened and although Mystique could not see them, she knew they were as white as her hair against her dark complexion because the moonlight faded when clouds gathered outside of her bedroom window. Mystique's breath was heavier, and she looked away from Storm for only a moment so that she could witness the uncontrollable gusts of wind and splashes of rain that were pummeling her bedroom window. She exulted in Storm's lack of control as she curled two of her fingers within the mutant ever so slightly while pressing her palm against her. "Come for me, Storm," she whispered. Seconds later, Storm's legs tightened and the raven-haired woman listened as Storm cried out Mystique's beautifully chosen name before collapsing beneath her.
Mystique was so enraptured with herself that she wickedly laughed aloud before removing her hand from between Storm's thighs. Holding her down against the pillows, Mystique offered her fingers for Storm to take with her mouth. The weather outside calmed to a quiet rain as Storm sealed her lips around the fingers, closing her eyes and tasting herself. Pushing against the hand that held her down, Storm sat up and gently touched Mystique's breasts as she sucked and licked at her fingers. Cautiously, Storm pulled the woman down with her and wrapped her arms around her as Mystique's dark hair fell over her eyes. Mystique inched forward to lick her own fingers with Storm until she dropped her hand from between their lips, allowing Storm to kiss her.
Lifting her hips long enough to remove any clothing that remained, Mystique rested her hips back upon Storm. She felt Storm take her hips and pull her forward slightly to persuade Mystique to rock against her. Mystique was corrupt with gratification and moaned aloud when Storm's fingers willingly slid to between her thighs, and entered her. Mystique's mouth dropped open, allowing another pleasured moan to escape as her eyes fell backwards into her eyelids, and smiled.
Storm curled and flexed her fingers inside of Mystique repeatedly and listening to the minx let out voracious growls. Feeling empowered against her enemy, Storm aggressively thrust her fingers deeper without warning and Mystique gasped at the sudden force. Mystique's damp hair instantly fell over her eyes as she fell forward and grabbed the headboard for balance as Storm forced herself deeper again. But Mystique started to feel something else within her. Something familiar, but deeper than sex: her rapidly pulsating blood was mutating again. She encased her entire being around the sensation and refused to let go of it. She instinctively ran her hand through her hair and arched her chest forward, feeling everything within her swirl and accelerate.
Mystique was intoxicated with pleasure and her arms grew weak to the point that she was no longer able to hold herself up. She fell on top of Storm, and tangled her fingers into the white hair, tugging on it hard before opening her mouth and abruptly biting into Storm's neck. Storm shrieked in pain, but retaliated against Mystique's attack with harder thrusts of her fingers into the woman. Mystique bit her again and harder as she felt herself coming onto Storm's fingers. But then, distracted by pleasure, Mystique lost control. Storm felt when it happened and instantly flipped her onto the bed, forcing her to her back. It happened so suddenly that when Mystique attempted to sit up or wiggle out from under Storm, the powerful mutant above her shoved her back down onto the bed.
Storm slowed her fingers inside of Mystique and leaned down carefully, knowing she was angry for being taken. "My turn," she said with the slightest hint of arrogance.
Before she could fight back, Storm shoved her fingers into Mystique again and mercilessly worked her towards climax. Mystique was defeated by Storm's ferocity and it made her so weak with submission and she drenched Storm's hand with her sex. Cinching her thighs around Storm, she jerked her hips as she screamed in orgasmic bliss. Unabashed pleasure consumed her and though Mystique's eyes were sealed while she screamed and resisted, Storm watched as Mystique's white hands became pricked with individual blue cells. The color spread quickly and became more and more dominant, flowing down her fingers to her wrist. Storm forced her fingers into the rapidly transforming Mystique one last time and delighted at the mutant's painful cries before gently removing her fingers when the mutant finally relaxed onto the bed.
Mystique panted and laid beside Storm in the darkness. When she moved her hand to her forehead to push her hair out of her eyes, she quickly noted her change in skin color. Shocked and excited, she turned and smiled into the small bedside mirror and watched as her eyes flashed yellow and her black hair melted into red, completing the transformation.
Storm shifted on the bed to sit up and rolled her eyes, chucking lightly at Mystique. "You tricked me, Mystique. I knew you would," she accused.
"How have I tricked you?" Mystique asked, rising from the bed and walking to the window before turning around to look at Storm's alarmingly sexy figure enwrapped in the simple, white bed sheets. Leaning back onto the windowsill, she smiled proudly at the sight of her in her bed.
Storm got out of bed as well and followed Mystique, pulling on her jeans along the way. "I thought you were shot with the cure," she said. "But you appear to be perfectly fine," she said with a smirk.
Storm ran her hand down Mystique's arm before holding her at the waist to feel the unique texture of Mystique's new skin. She'd half expected it to be cold, but it wasn't. It was warm and softer than she'd imagined it to be.
"I was shot, but I guess it was temporary after all," she said with a relieved sigh. Mystique held her pigmented hands into the moonlight and unemotionally admired them, but then changed her cell composition so that she would reappear as Raven. "Would you rather me be Raven?" She asked, gently kissing the skin below Storm's ear and playing with her long, white hair between her fingers.
"No. You're beautiful as Mystique," Storm replied as Raven morphed back into Mystique. However, Storm was unable to hold her gaze into the vibrantly colored eyes she'd grown to hate for long. She suddenly realized that she'd made a mistake. "I should get back," she said, stepping away from her.
"Of course you should," Mystique replied bitterly.
Storm sighed as she pulled on her bra and shirt that lay in front of the dresser. "It has nothing to do with you, Mystique," she lied. When she heard the woman snicker in disbelief at her comment, she turned around to face the woman that for many years had all but tried to eliminate her existence, but had now given her all that she'd asked for and more not even thirty minutes ago. "It's not like you were expecting this to last, were you?"
"Of course not," Mystique said with a derisive snicker. "I know you have children to look after and guide. The only question is in which direction will you lead them, Storm?"
Storm's stomach knotted upon realizing the cunning game Mystique had played with her that evening. She'd made her sympathetic and had even convinced her of certain points of view.
She reached her hand to touch Mystique's cobalt cheek. "Leave me to decide that, Mystique," she answered softly.
"I was counting on it, Storm. I just hope that you don't leave here only for us to resume our relationship as mortal enemies. We don't need to live that way anymore." Mystique ran her fingers through Storm's hair tenderly. "Just because this cure was temporary doesn't mean that the humans won't perfect it and then require it of us all," she said. "Like you, I don't want to see that happen to our kind. Surely you must realize the potential of what an amazing team we could be if we were no longer adversaries."
Storm smiled shyly, but dropped her eyes. "Of course I do," she said nodding. "But it can never happen," she said looking back up to the depraved but perhaps misunderstood golden eyes. "I don't want to hate you, Mystique, but I know you're going to make that very difficult for me. But you will never change...and neither will I."
Mystique held Storm's gaze and nodded at her, understanding. "You should probably go then," she said it as a simple matter of fact that they were both aware of.
Storm smiled at her weakly. "Yeah," she admitted, taking a step away from her towards the front door.
Not getting very far, Storm turned around and hesitantly reached her hand around Mystique's neck and drew her into a final kiss, parting her lips slightly to save the taste of her into memory. She felt Mystique's hand hold her at the small of her back, pulling her close as her lips sealed around her own. When Mystique released her, she looked down at Storm as cold and indifferently as she always had before, then turned around to look out the window. Mystique never once looked back or said a word of goodbye as Storm silently made her way out of the apartment and back to the life she knew at Xavier's mansion.