Mystique quietly slipped through the undergrowth to return back to the campsite. Ahead of her, Logan prowled off with a cigar in his hand, now choosing to light in. Her eyes followed him, as did she, passing discreetly around the back of a few blue tents to stop a short distance away. Logan was looking concerned, a hand running through his hair in an irritated manner every now and then.
Passing around the back of the jet, he came up by the side of the lowered steps where Jean happened to be descending. At the light footsteps, he looked round in curiosity. Then averting his gaze. "How we doin'?"
"Not good," sighed Jean as she rubbed her oily hands clean on a cloth she grasped. "It looks like a four or five hours before I can get it off the ground."
"That's not what I meant," Logan said quietly. Jean had now reached the grass and was looking up at him curiously. Slowly, Logan's hand had gripped at her upper arm before trailing up her shoulder to lightly rest near her neck.
Mystique remained silent as she watched Jean show small signs of discomfort. "I love him," she insisted quietly, though it seemed like she was convincing herself also.
"Do you?" asked Logan, sounding genuinely intrigued.
With a toying smile Jean looked up at him, "Girls flirt with the dangerous guy, Logan. They don't take him home," she glanced off to the side as she grinned knowing, "they marry the good guy." Mystique snorted softly to herself. First Jean muscled in on Scott and even as she spoke her words her enjoyment at Logan's attention was clear.
Logan considered her words with a flicker of a smile, "I could be the good guy."
With a quiet chuckle Jean looked back up at him, "Logan, the good guy sticks around – " but she wasn't able to continue her sentence, for Logan had swiftly moved towards her, forcing his lips upon hers into a fiery kiss. Mystique's eyes narrowed progressively, the kiss was heated and rough something she felt would be typical of Wolverine. Mystique was then pleasantly surprised to see Jean pulled back, her face full of confusion and a longing she was trying to be rid of. "Don't make me do this.." she whispered, tears in her eyes though her face was determined.
His eyes scouring her face, Logan spoke, "Do what?"
"This," concluded Jean softly as she bowed her head and turned back to the stop, hurrying inside. Logan exhaled a sigh as he glanced away, her meaning clear. Don't force her to choose. Because it would always be Scott.
A small smirk had crafted it's way onto Mystique's face, her eyes intently watching Logan's form as he stood with his head bowed. Just as he began walking away, a voice spoke up besides Mystiques, soft and innocently curious. "Excuse me. They say you can imitate anybody.. even their voice."
Mystique glanced momentarily at the mutant who had joined her. A blue skinned mutant, very much similar to her in that sense. His eyes were an electric yellow, but kind. His oddities continued, with pointed ears, a prehensile tail and a chunky pair of fingers on each hand. Mystique's eyes turned back to Logan, watching him sullenly walk towards his tent. "Even their voice," she replied, in a perfect duplication of Nightcrawler's low accent.
Even though her eyes were not focused on him, she saw the light surprise that took over his features. "Then why not stay in disguise all the time, you know? Look like everyone else?" at this he had come a little closer, nodding to Logan who was currently quietly talking with Storm outside his tent entrance.
"Because we shouldn't have to," answered Mystique simply as she brushed by Nightcrawler, eyes still transfixed on Logan. Nightcrawler watched the naked woman slip by, feeling a surge of respect for the woman who was supposedly the X-Men's enemy. But Mystique continued on, as interesting as Nightcrawler was, it wasn't him who had her attention currently. It was Logan had had since disappeared into his tent and zipped up the flap to conceal himself inside. Mystique continued across the grass, taking a small glance around the area to ensure nobody was watching her and she shifted to take the form of Jean.
It had been a long time since she had done this. Her only other transformation into Jean was once of her earliest ones, and was used to seduce Scott Summers successfully. The incentive was exactly the same here, years on. Only for Wolverine, not Scott. She was wearing the clothes Jean had been spotted wearing moments earlier, minus the jacket. The black vest top was appealing low, revealing the shadowy dip between her breasts. She crouched down in front of the tent flap, extending pale hands forth to pull the zip upwards. As she glanced inside she saw that Logan was watching her intently, curiously. She progressed forth softly, watching as he sat up, about to speak. But she stopped him with a finger against his lips. Her eyes sparkled in anticipation as she leant in, fingers trailing up the thick column of his throat. Her lips pressed firmly against his, the sensation as electric as she had imagined.
Taking control, she pushed him downward onto the sleeping bag, straddling his hips in a position that made it clear what she wanted. She could hear his gasps for breath as he greedily returned the kiss, his hands grasping at her hips. One began progressively upwards, digits running across her toned abdomen. And then, Mystique felt his thumb brush against the three scars that even she couldn't make disappear. She pulled back from the kiss, bottle green eyes full of mischievous laughter as she smirked down at him. Logan was now glaring up at her, fingers still testing each small scar.
At this stage, Mystique allowed herself to be fully revealed, her skin cracking in small pieces as it peeled back to her usual blue state. "No one's ever left a scar quite like you," she murmured in a low voice.
Though his eyes were still bright with lust, Logan's words were sharp. "What do you want, an apology?"
"I know what I want," Mystique continued in a sultry manner. She leant her head down, her pink tongue curling up to lick his seductively on his sensitive ear lobe. When she felt him flinch she quickly pulled up, bright eyes staring down at him. "But what do you want?" she asked quietly. And without any given warning to Logan, she changed once more, smirking lips remaining as Storm's image replaced her, blue eyes gazing down at him. Next followed Rogue, demurely smiling. Mystique took vindictive pleasure at the shock expression as Rogue was presented to him. The dangerous, untouchable girl he had rescued now straddling his hips and gazing at him with sexual longing. But then she disappeared, to be replaced by Jean once more.
But Logan had had enough, his self-control was waning and his body was ready to give in to the primal urges. Jamming a palm to Mystique's chest, he forcefully pushed her backwards off his body. Caught by surprise, Mystique landed in an ungraceful sprawl, her concentration on the shape shifting vanishing as she turned back to her blue state. Her eyes glared at him, meeting his equally challenging stare. Mocking, she transformed into William Stryker, the cold, hard face of the human scientists watching Logan sternly. "What do you really want?" the harsh voice asked before Mystique's natural form shifted back.
Looking unnerved, Logan's eyes flickered across Mystique's changing face. "I want you to get out," he murmured lowly, a thinly veiled threat in his tone.
Her fun spoiled, Mystique threw Logan one last glare before she elegantly pushed to her feet and swiftly slipped out through the gap in the tent, making her way across the grass calmly. A few feet away, Pyro was sat outside his tent, eyes gazing intently into the nearby fire. "You've just come out of Wolverine's tent," he stated matter-of-factly, eyes only then shifting upon Mystique. She stopped in her walk, glancing down at the young mutant without a word. A smirk was on Pyro's face as he casually opened and shut his lighter with a soft click. "You went in as Jean. Did you really think he'd fall for that?"
Now feeling quite ready to vent out her frustration at the failure she advanced towards Pyro and judging by the way his eyebrows raised he hadn't expected her to take much notice of him or his mocking words. "And what exactly does it have to do with you?" she asked him in a soft voice, though one that clearly hinted her warning.
Pyro glared up into her glowing eyes, "Don't start on me," he muttered lowly and the nearby fire grew a little in size.
Mystique wasn't stupid, she was well aware of the young mutant's powers. With surprising speed, her hand made a grab for Pyro's lighter, slipping it from his grasp with ease. The other had gone for his neck, applying threatening pressure. "Nor you on me," she whispered. "Because I assure you I'll finish it," and with that she straightened, throwing the lighter at Pyro's feet which he instantly dived for. With a sneer Mystique turned from him, strolling across to the campsite to find Magneto.
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