Jake Truman was a wonderful date.
He had been in New York on business, which is how he came to be staying at the same hotel as the lovely Misty Allerdyce. He had been finishing up his own breakfast when he saw that vision walk out of the elevator.
Clothed in one of those pristine white robes, was a goddess. A blonde-haired, blue-eyed, long-legged goddess. From the moment she sat down at a table, he hadn't been able to keep his eyes off her. He was not alone; several sets of male eyes were on her.
Jake was a confident man; what he wanted, he always got.
He wasn't usually so bold with his advances, but this special woman warranted a special technique.
He simply walked up to her and began a conversation.
He sat at her table, learned her name, and convinced her to share the evening with him.
It had been going very well.
He had taken Misty to dinner, they had then gone to a movie, and were now enjoying the walk back to the hotel.
She was so beautiful and laughed at all of his jokes, he had to admit that Misty was a catch.
"So tell me, where did you go to school?"
Misty shrugged and looked down bashfully. "Well, I was at this school in Westchester for a little while, but I left."
"It doesn't seem to have held you back at all."
She laughed, "Not in the least! I've done just about everything I had planned."
They walked in silence for a few minutes after that, and he couldn't help but notice that she seemed to drift a little bit.
The hotel came before them, and he opened the door for her to go inside first.
He almost didn't want to know the answer, but he felt that he should at least ask.
"Misty, are you missing your boyfriend?"
"What?! Oh, no, I was...I was just looking at that billboard over there, that's all!"
"You don't have to lie to me. What's really going on with you and him anyway?"
Misty looked back down to the ground again, shielding her eyes from him. "Um, it's complicated."
Jake shrugged, "Hey, I'm pretty smart. Try me."
She frowned a little at that. The night had gone so well, would she ruin it by revealing too much?
"Okay, if you insist. It started about two months ago. I don't want to bore you with the details, but something bad happened to me. He was supposed to help me, and he ran into some trouble along the way, and I lashed out at him for it. It wasn't really his fault, but I was angry and said a lot of things I shouldn't have."
Jake and Misty stepped onto the elevator and he punched the floor button.
"Jake, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you all this."
"No, no, I'm glad you did. But just let me make sure of this: you and him, you're broken up, right?"
Misty shrugged, "I don't know, but we probably are after what I did...why?"
The elevator doors opened and Jake followed Misty onto the floor. "I just wanted to make sure that it'd be okay if I did this."
Jake wrapped an arm around Misty's waist, and kissed her full on the lips.
Inside, the woman he held was at war with herself.
Mystique was split in two: one side of her was ready to kill Jake for having the gall to kiss her; the other was hating herself for enjoying it.
Jake's lips were warm and pressed to hers tenderly. He was a good kisser, but he wasn't Eric.
Despite her best efforts, her body was betraying her. She returned the kiss to Jake as passionately as she could. She loved Eric so deeply, but she was still a woman.
Guilt bubbled up in her mind, attacking her with all the memories of Eric's many sacrifices for her.
But hadn't she in turn sacrificed for him?
Was she cheating on Eric?
If she took this any further, would if ruin her relationship with Eric?
Did she even have a relationship to worry about anymore?
No one would find out, would they?
What if Eric found out?
After the way she had acted in the gardens, would he even care?
Mystique didn't even know if she and Eric would be able to repair the damage that was done; and if they couldn't, then why should she deprive herself?
Jake broke the kiss and asked, "Misty, would you like to come in?"
He had been in New York on business, which is how he came to be staying at the same hotel as the lovely Misty Allerdyce. He had been finishing up his own breakfast when he saw that vision walk out of the elevator.
Clothed in one of those pristine white robes, was a goddess. A blonde-haired, blue-eyed, long-legged goddess. From the moment she sat down at a table, he hadn't been able to keep his eyes off her. He was not alone; several sets of male eyes were on her.
Jake was a confident man; what he wanted, he always got.
He wasn't usually so bold with his advances, but this special woman warranted a special technique.
He simply walked up to her and began a conversation.
He sat at her table, learned her name, and convinced her to share the evening with him.
It had been going very well.
He had taken Misty to dinner, they had then gone to a movie, and were now enjoying the walk back to the hotel.
She was so beautiful and laughed at all of his jokes, he had to admit that Misty was a catch.
"So tell me, where did you go to school?"
Misty shrugged and looked down bashfully. "Well, I was at this school in Westchester for a little while, but I left."
"It doesn't seem to have held you back at all."
She laughed, "Not in the least! I've done just about everything I had planned."
They walked in silence for a few minutes after that, and he couldn't help but notice that she seemed to drift a little bit.
The hotel came before them, and he opened the door for her to go inside first.
He almost didn't want to know the answer, but he felt that he should at least ask.
"Misty, are you missing your boyfriend?"
"What?! Oh, no, I was...I was just looking at that billboard over there, that's all!"
"You don't have to lie to me. What's really going on with you and him anyway?"
Misty looked back down to the ground again, shielding her eyes from him. "Um, it's complicated."
Jake shrugged, "Hey, I'm pretty smart. Try me."
She frowned a little at that. The night had gone so well, would she ruin it by revealing too much?
"Okay, if you insist. It started about two months ago. I don't want to bore you with the details, but something bad happened to me. He was supposed to help me, and he ran into some trouble along the way, and I lashed out at him for it. It wasn't really his fault, but I was angry and said a lot of things I shouldn't have."
Jake and Misty stepped onto the elevator and he punched the floor button.
"Jake, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you all this."
"No, no, I'm glad you did. But just let me make sure of this: you and him, you're broken up, right?"
Misty shrugged, "I don't know, but we probably are after what I did...why?"
The elevator doors opened and Jake followed Misty onto the floor. "I just wanted to make sure that it'd be okay if I did this."
Jake wrapped an arm around Misty's waist, and kissed her full on the lips.
Inside, the woman he held was at war with herself.
Mystique was split in two: one side of her was ready to kill Jake for having the gall to kiss her; the other was hating herself for enjoying it.
Jake's lips were warm and pressed to hers tenderly. He was a good kisser, but he wasn't Eric.
Despite her best efforts, her body was betraying her. She returned the kiss to Jake as passionately as she could. She loved Eric so deeply, but she was still a woman.
Guilt bubbled up in her mind, attacking her with all the memories of Eric's many sacrifices for her.
But hadn't she in turn sacrificed for him?
Was she cheating on Eric?
If she took this any further, would if ruin her relationship with Eric?
Did she even have a relationship to worry about anymore?
No one would find out, would they?
What if Eric found out?
After the way she had acted in the gardens, would he even care?
Mystique didn't even know if she and Eric would be able to repair the damage that was done; and if they couldn't, then why should she deprive herself?
Jake broke the kiss and asked, "Misty, would you like to come in?"