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Impromptu- Chapter Two:
Body Language
Saturday December 20th 2002: 07:21 pm
Rogue was up in her bedroom by herself, with the wireless phone in her hand. She needed to talk about this and she needed to talk about it now. Her mother wouldn't be home from Manhattan for a while still. Even if she was, Rogue wasn't in the right frame of mind to speak with her. She was still too aroused. Maybe that was why, against her better judgment, she was dialing a certain number she'd been avoiding for months.
"Good evening?" Erik asked, no doubt recognizing the number.
"Hi," Rogue sighed.
"Anna-Marie," he said, his voice warming upon hearing hers. "Are you alright, my dear?" he asked.
"I'm kinda having a weird night and need ta talk about it," she said.
"Go on," he said, encouragingly.
"I kissed Scott," she blurted out, before she could talk herself out of telling him.
"Alright," he said, not sounding pleased, but didn't sound angry either.
"And then he kissed me back and I- I don't know- I kinda- I like- I had ta show him what to do and like- give him a chance to get good at it," she said, worried he didn't want to hear any of this.
"When one person has more experience than the other, that tends to happen. I had to do the same for you, dear," he said matter-of-factly.
"And that wasn't annoying?" she asked.
"With you? No, it was incredibly gratifying," he said and Rogue felt her face blushing. "And with Scott?" he asked.
"I don't know- I didn't hate kissing him, but that's all we were doing," she admitted, sort of shrugging.
"How long did this go on for?" he asked.
"Maybe twenty minutes," she answered and he laughed in response.
"Hence, you were bored. And how did you attempt to alleviate that boredom?" he asked.
"I put his hand on my breast and I wanted him to kiss my neck and then I touched his-" She didn't need to finish the sentence as Erik's laughter cut her off.
"That poor boy. He must've been mortified," he crackled, a bit too amused for her taste.
Rogue blinked. Wait, was that why Scott fled the room? Because he was embarrassed?
"Erik, I barely touched him," she clarified.
"Obviously, dear and now you owe the boy an apology," he said. She blinked with confusion.
"I do?" she asked.
"Yes, as the more experienced of the two, you should have let the boy lead, advancing at his pace. Not yours," he said.
"But we're both the same age. Scott's actually older than me," she said.
"Irrelevant. You were both consenting adults. Experience dictates who takes charge. Otherwise, there's a power imbalance. Unless that imbalance was intentionally agreed to by both parties ahead of time, you owe the boy an apology," he said.
"Shit," she muttered. She hadn't been on this side of it before. "I didn't realize," she muttered, her eyes widened.
"I doubt he'll hate you for it. He'll most likely blame himself. Apology and move forward from there," he advised.
"Yeah, okay," she said, nodding. "Hmm-" she said before stopping herself, another thought, rather a question popped into her mind and she wasn't sure if she should ask it.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Why weren't you surprised- how did you know that Scott-"
"Anna-Marie, he's a nineteen year old boy scout. Of course, he's inexperienced. Of course, that's all it took," he said deadpanned.
"And that's normal?" she asked in disbelief.
"Depending on the experience level of the partner you've chosen, at that age and for most of your early twenties, most likely yes. Typically, two inexperienced individuals may act as the other firsts and attempt to stumble their way through the process together," he said.
"That sounds exhausting," she sneered.
"It can also be a great deal of fun. With the right person. Making discoveries, figuring out what works. Partnership is a journey," he said. "And skill takes practice. Like with anything else," Erik told her, though she already knew that much.
Rogue blinked as a single thought rang in her mind.
"Fuck normal," she muttered to herself and his howling laughter followed. She had missed him so much, she didn't even pull the phone away, just listened, relishing his company, even over the phone. "Erik, I loved that you knew what you were doing. That you knew what I'd like," she said once he had stopped.
"I didn't know what you'd like," he corrected. "Not initially. I-," he said before pausing before taking a breath. "I recall the first time I used magnetism to unclasp your bra. The experience is forever burnt into my memory, a clarifying moment I cherish," he said.
She felt the memory in question bubbling to the forefront of her mind. With effort she kept it at bay, wanting to hear how he remembered it.
"Ah-huh?" she asked.
"My hands were occupied and it seemed like an easy solution at the time. But, my dear, you had such a powerful reaction to it," he said with astonishment in his voice. "It took me off guard, I was utterly unprepared," he said. "In a good way, of course," he added. "What followed was sweet satisfaction, and far more swiftly than our prior encounters," he chuckled and she shuddered. "I experimented from there and we found our tastes to be-"
"Complementary," she finished.
"Indeed," he huffed contentedly. "Out of curiosity, when are the others expected home?" he asked, and Rogue sucked in a breath, knowing he had scanned the Institute from afar. He wasn't asking. He already knew she was alone.
"I- I can't let you come over, I promised them-"
"I assure you, that's not what I'm proposing. I imagine you're feeling profoundly unsatisfied at the moment, yes?" he asked.
"Yeah," she muttered, before biting her lip.
"I'm asking you, how much time do we have for me to rectify the situation," he elaborated.
She hesitated. Was she really going to do this? Open the door, let him in, let him…
"An hour, maybe two," she answered, with not nearly as much pause as she should have.
"I can certainly work with that," he said and she could hear the smirk in his voice. "But only if you follow my instructions to the letter, hmm?" he asked and Rogue felt a familiar shiver run down her spine, anticipating building.
"Ah-huh," she said.
"Good girl," he said, his voice deep and full of promise, her breaths were coming fast. "Now, undress completely and lay between the sheets of magnetic fibers I left you, discarding the comforter and pillows. We'll have no use for those," he ordered.
"O-okay," she said breathlessly, without hesitation, pulling her shirt off, the phone moved to hang in the air. Another shiver running down her body, knowing it wasn't her magnetism causing it to do so.
It only took a moment for her to shred her clothing, leaving them in a pile beside her bed. As she pulled the comforter off the bed, throwing it and her pillows to the floor as well, she heard the cabinet under the bathroom sink opening, and she felt a certain safe unlatch. Anticipation continued to build, as she felt the toys, she utilized a few times since they parted, moving of their own accord, this time under the command of their creator.
Her breaths coming fast, Rogue slid between the sheets, utterly nude, as the phone moved to hang by her ear, ensuring she could hear him.
"Close your eyes," Erik ordered and they instantly fluttered closed as she felt the metal hand and dildo placed by the side of her head on the bed. "Arms at your sides and spread those legs apart for me," he commanded and she obeyed, moving into the position he asked of her. It was then the metal sheet above her came to life, encasing her body, conforming to its shape.
"You can feel me now, can't ja?" she asked.
"Oh yes," he answered huskily. "Every inch of your exquisite deadly skin, my girl."
Rogue let out a huff of sweet surrender as she relaxed her head, allowing it to turn to one side. With her lips now pressed against the sheet beneath her, she puckered her lips and softly kissed the sheet. She was rewarded with his metal hand on her cheek, tenderly brushing her hair behind her ear before caressing her skin with his thumb. With her eyes closed, it almost felt like he was in the room with her.
Almost.
"Where are ya?" she asked, curiously.
"I'm in an office of one of my restaurants," he answered lazily as she felt an imprint of his left hand, running over down her side, the metal fibers taking on the shape of his hand and fingers as he slowly touched her skin, both of them relishing his touch from afar. "I won't be disturbed," he assured her as she felt his fingers pass over her breasts.
"Which one?" she asked and beat passed before he spoke again.
"Does it matter?" he asked, almost hesitating to tell her as he pinched her nipple between his fingers, the small peak hardened under his careful attention.
"I just- I wanna know how far away ya are," she answered. "I won't tell anyone," she whispered a moment later, in case that was his fear.
"I know that," he huffed as his thumb tightened against her cheek, and his hand gripped the side of her neck. "Alright. Since it seems to matter," he said as the imprint of his left hand fully squeezed her right breast. "I'm in Maine," he answered.
"The lobster place?" she asked out loud as she tried to-. "Max's Lobster and Ale house?" she recalled, smiling as she recalled she used his given name for once, not that anyone besides her would know that.
"That would be the one, my dear," he answered and unable to help herself, Rogue reached out with his senses, until she found the office in question.
He was sitting in a cushioned computer chair, fully dressed, as she could feel the zipper of his slacks and the single button above it. Interestingly, she felt he was wearing gloves, ones made of magnetic fibers. Their positions in the air mirrored where he was touching her in New York. Considering it was hundreds and hundred of miles between them, and it was taking her a hefty dose of concentration for her to both feel him in Maine and be aware of what he was doing to her in New York, it was no wonder his movements were much slower than she was used to. Not to mention the bugle between his legs wasn't fully formed yet. But she could help with that.
Rogue turned her head quickly to the right before he could react and her lips were brushing against his thumb. She tilted her head a little further until she had taken his thumb in her mouth, sucking at it, a sweet magnetic-y taste, she'd grown fond of, overtaking her mouth. She heard a groan escape him over the phone as she felt him adjusting his posture in the computer chair he was seated in.
She could feel him and the zipper of his slacks. It was tempting, so tempting to take him by surprise and lower that zipper with the use of her magnetism. But informing him she still had his powers was a very bad idea and even in her lust-fueled state she refrained from crossing that line. Instead, she licked circles around the tip of his thumb, enjoying the way his bugle grew, tightening against the zipper.
"Anna-Marie," he grunted.
"What?" she asked, a smile in her voice. "Would ja prefer I suck on something else?" she asked before leaving a kiss on the side of his thumb. He responded with a chuckle.
"Here I thought I was endeavoring to please you," he commented, even as she felt the metal dildo shifting closer to her face, rolling along the bed.
"Mutual, Erik. Ain't that what we agreed to?" she asked before she felt the toy right by her lips.
"I suppose it is," he huffed happily as Rogue opened her mouth and licked the tip of the toy. She felt him sitting stationary, seemingly unaffected by her teasing. Maybe because he was expecting it?
No, that wasn't it.
His hand was squeezing her breasts, switching back and forth between them. She knew the level of concentration that required. But still she wanted him to enjoy this just as much as she would.
"Erik?" she asked. "Would it be easier to feel what I'm doing if you had a metal sheath on?" she asked.
There was a pause, as she felt the imprint of the hand on her breast disappear and his grip on her neck and the metal sheet above her loosened considerably, almost as if he had lost his concentration.
"Yes, I imagine it would," he replied huskily.
"Why dontcha go ahead and do that before I get going?" she asked him.
"... How I've missed you, Anna-Marie, my cunning rogue," he uttered as she felt the zipper on his slacks lower. He waved his hand, pulling at metal in the air to create the sheath and she felt the metal form around his hardened member, encasing him.
"I've missed you too," she murmured, her face blushing as she reached out with her hand and took hold of the dildo, a hiss escaping him as she did. She lifted it up and she listened to him holding in a breath as she positioned him, turning the dildo as if he was laying above her in the opposite direction.
"Was that a request?" he asked as she felt him take control of the toy, holding it where she'd positioned him.
"Ah-huh," she grinned before she puckered her lips and kissed the tip of the dildo.
"Give me a moment, my dear," he said as she felt him standing from the chair.
"Ah-huh," she repeated before she felt him wave his hand. There were a number of items that had been on the metal desk that had been relocated further into the room, discarded in favor of having a clean surface to play with.
"Arms back under the sheet," he ordered and she followed the command, placing them by her sides. She felt him lift himself up and onto the desk. She could feel him kneeling, his legs spread wide and his hardened member now in the same position she placed him in. Rogue darted her tongue out, licking the tip teasingly.
"Anna-Marie," he reprimanded with a chuckle as she felt him shudder on top of his desk.
"What? I thought ya might be ready," she grinned.
"Almost, dear, almost," he sighed happily as she felt the metal sheet tighten against her body once more, encasing her limbs and holding her place. With her legs spread apart, he pressed the sheet up and between her legs, he used an excess of material to pull the folds of her womanhood open, revealing her clit. It was her turn to shudder in anticipation, waiting for his face to descend- … yet he paused.
"You okay?" she asked him.
"More than fine, my girl, I just had a thought I believe both of us will enjoy," he said before she felt his wave his hand, as he pulled more metal from the air, though a smaller amount than he used for the sheath. Much smaller.
She tilted her head as she tried to guess what he was doing. Her question was answered as she felt him open his mouth and a much smaller sheath was wrapped around his tongue. Rogue felt her breath coming fast.
"Guessed, have we?" he asked, his speech was slowed but still his voice was as deep and distinct as always.
"Ah-huh," she answered and he chuckled.
"Shall we?" he asked and she needed no further encouragement, her mouth opening as she took the tip of his metal dildo into her mouth. And his lips descended until she felt the imprint of his tongue manifested in her bedroom with the metal fibers licking against her clit. Rogue moaned, eagerly bobbing her up and down over his shaft as he diligently licked her clit, his hands coming to rest on her upper thighs, his fingers digging into her skin. She squeezed her eyes shut again, sliding into the illusion their shared use of magnetism allowed. It felt like he was really in the room, kneeling over her, licking her clit, diving her closer and closer to the edge.
She let out a muffled scream, sucking on his cock as she came violently, her limbs shaking between the sheets he encased her body in.
"That's a good girl, coming for me," he said, his face lifting from her mound as she rode out her climax while sucking at the tip of his cock, determined to keep pleasuring him even as she finished. "That's my good girl," he muttered as she felt that metal hand come back to life. It slipped underneath the sheets and she felt his fingers ghosting at her opening. She let out a gasp at that, as he pulled his cock from her mouth, her thighs trembling.
She'd just come and yet she was ready for more. It had been so long. God, she missed this, missed him.
"Want me… to relax… my jaw?" she asked in between her panting, as she felt him remove the sheath from his tongue, the metal having served its purpose.
"Oh yes," he uttered.
"You wanna fuck my mouth?" she asked explicitly, the situation prompting her to be more vocal than usual.
"I'm certainly not going to fuck you properly, not from this distance," he said.
"We need a weekend for that," she reiterated, remembering the last conversation they'd had about it.
"A long long weekend," he agreed, drawing out the word before she felt herself laughing in response. He quickly joined her. She pulled her head back against the bed, as he leaned his downward, both of them enjoying the joke and each other's company. "I've missed you terribly," he uttered, his laughter dying down.
"Me too," she replied, saddened it took her this long to contact him again. "Chess helped," she said.
"You've improved so much, Anna-Marie," he said. "I'm so proud of you. The last dozen games or so, you've beaten me outright," he said.
"You weren't just distracted?" she asked him.
"You're the one multitasking," he laughed. "Playing chess and completing your school work," he pointed out. "You've had my undivided attention with each and every game," he said.
"Then how come I keep winning?" she grinned her voice teasing him.
"I think we both know the answer to that," he smirked and they shared another laugh.
"Huh?" Rogue asked as she opened her eyes, feeling a few tears running down her cheeks. Didn't understand her sudden shift of emotions. But then she felt it; the urge to ask him to come to her, to feel his arms around her, to be held by him, it was overwhelming.
"Anna-Marie? Are you alright?" he asked, sensing the shift.
"Erik?" she asked, her throat tightening for an entirely different reason, as she tried to keep herself from voicing her desire.
"Shh," he hushed, his hand flew from between the sheets, out, up and onto her cheek. His fingers gently rubbed her cheek, brushing tears away from her face. "Shh," he hushed again. "None of that," he said. "It's alright. I wasn't expecting even this much. Not for some time. And it's a delight, Anna-Marie. Truly," he said smoothly. "It's enough for now. It has to be," he added, his hand tightened on her cheek. "Shh," he repeated.
"But I miss you," she cried.
"I know. I miss you too. But we have to be patient," he said. "I won't ask you to forsake so much for my benefit and I can't join the- " he said before pausing. "We have to be patient," he repeated a moment later, his tone low. "Perhaps we should stop here for the evening," he suggested.
"No," she exclaimed. "You didn't get ta-"
"Don't worry about me," he said, warmly, yet dismissively.
"But it ain't fair that I got ta and you didn't," she complained.
"Anna-Marie, that had never been my primary concern," he said.
"Yeah, which makes me wanna do it more," she explained, her voice higher in octave than she meant. A sad laugh escaped him.
"I miss you," he repeated, his tone morose and Rogue's eyes flew open as she realized what he actually wanted to vocalize, as opposed to what he was allowing himself to say.
"Erik," she cried out again, more tears streaming down her face.
"Shh, it's alright, next time, perhaps," he said, resigned to say goodbye yet again. "We should end this here for-" he said and Rogue lifted her head up, taking his metal cock into her mouth. "Anna-Marie," he groaned, the metal hand falling from her cheek to the bed. "You don't have to-" he attempted to say as she bobbed her mouth up and down his cock, adding suction. A few moans escaped her, forcing her mood shift back, as she increased and decreased her speed skillfully, ensuring he didn't pull away.
It was too soon. She wasn't ready for him to end the call, to say goodbye. They had time until anyone came home. She'd already opened the door. She wasn't going to waste the little time they'd stolen.
"Damn it, girl," he exclaimed from the other end. She heard him breathing heavily, his hands forming into fists as he tried to resist her advances and-
"Fuck!" he shouted as she felt his cock moving up and down, now meeting her thrusts. Rogue opened her jaw, relaxing it and resting her head back on the bed. He took over then, willingly. "Is this what you want, Anna-Marie? You want me to fuck you eager little mouth?" he practically growled.
"Ah… huh," she managed to moan in response.
"Then who am I to deny such a request?" he asked before a gratified dark laugh left him before he picked up the pace. Reaching out with her senses, she felt him on the desk, his knees and thighs moving in time with thrusts. "And for you, my girl, what would you like me to do for you?" he asked and she reached over and took the metal hand in hers, pulling it under the sheet and between her legs. "And how wet you are, Anna-Marie," he said, as he took control of the hand, his fingers gently rubbing at her folds.
She moaned, loudly, emphatically, begging him to-
He persisted, pressing at her folds, the lips of her opening, slowly, methodically, teasing her, as he slowed his thrusting in her mouth, taking his time at both endeavors.
Fuck, she felt like she was going to come again, just from that, her clit twitching, her legs and her entire body shaking. She tried to arch her hips into his hand, but the sheets, both on top and below her, constricted, ceasing her attempts.
"Is this how we behave?" he asked her and she moaned loudly. "Is it?" he asked, his cock slipping out of her mouth.
"Erik, you're driving me insane," she tried to protest, her voice coming out barely above a whisper.
"Oh, am I?" he chuckled. "Merely returning the favor," he smirked, as he applied the tiniest of pressure to her clit, his thumbing placed upon it.
"Fuck," she cried out, half moan, half protest, her legs shaking. His thumb lingered, no pressure, no rubbing, just there. "Erik, p-please," she begged. "Please," she repeated and she felt his thumb apply the smallest amount of additional pressure to her- "Fuck," she moaned as she came.
"There's my girl," he said pleased as she shook, riding out her climax. "And I was barely touching you," he chuckled darkly. "Though, I expected as much. It's the distance, I assume," he said as she felt the tip of his cock brushing her lips. Even though she was panting, she parted her lips and tried to relax her jaw, breathing through her nose instead. "Every sensation I stir in you," he said as he inserted his cock into her mouth and two fingers into her trembling cunt, elisting another loud moan from her.
"Every moan I wrought, the direct result of my abilities," he said as he timed his thrusts, ensuring his movements in her mouth and cunt were in sync. "I can move mountains, destroy cities. Cripple society as we know it. And yet, here I am, utilizing all that raw power for one singular purpose; to bring you pleasure," he said as he increased his speed and she moaned loudly, her body shaking within the constraints of the fibers that held her in place. "It's all for you, my rogue, all of it," he said as she relaxed every muscle in her body, submitting to him completely. The groan that escaped him told her the action wasn't lost on him.
"That's a good girl, submitting to me," he said. "You enjoy giving yourself to the Master of Magnetism, don't you?" he asked and a muffled wailed left her, an attempt to vocalize her response."Because no matter how far apart we are, or how much time passes, one fact remains true," he said as he encased his entire cock in her mouth, deep throating her. "You. Are. Mine," he said before he buckled against her face.
'Yes,' she cried in her mind, her limbs shaking, her senses on fire. A lusty groan left him as he buckled against her face, his cock as deep down her throat as he could get it, relishing his climax.
He pulled himself from her mouth, his fingers continuing their assault on her cunt, finding a certain bundle of nerves deep within her.
"And I… am forever yours," he uttered.
"Erik," Rogue moaned as she threw her head back and came yet again, a deeper climax. His thumb found her clit again, and the applied pressure only added to her pleasure. And she screamed out, suddenly conscious he'd put up a magnetic shield around her, around the bed, to ensure the only other resident present at the mansion didn't hear her in the deep throes of ecstasy. But she knew. She knew this was only for him, only for the master of magnetism.
"That's my good girl. Let me hear your exquisite cries," he ordered and she screamed, still somehow coming hard, at two points of rapture, her clit and her g-spot, as he was applying maximum pressure to both, the metal hand shaking her mound, unrelentingly. "That's my magnificent Rogue," he breathed.
"Magneto," she panted as she started to come down.
"Oh, yes," he said, devilishly delighted, as his fingers slowed their movements, helping her come down from the climax. Climaxes? Had she just come twice, and at the same time? That was a first-
Her body shuddered all over, just thinking about it causing her to suck in a breath and he chuckled in response. If this wasn't normal then-
"Fuck normal," she repeated breathlessly and she listened to him let out a blissful sigh. She felt the fingers slip out of her in New York and felt him turning on the desk, moving to lay on his back, in the opposite direction she was laying in, in Maine. Taking deep breaths, she reached below the sheets and clawed slightly at the bottom sheet, about where his hand had fallen on the desk.
The metal hand was swiftly moved from between her legs to grasp her outstretched hand, their fingers intertwining. She didn't care that it was sticky, she just wanted to hold his hand, to feel close to him. Closing her eyes again, she could almost pretend he was on the bed with her, in the room.
Saturday December 20th 2002: close to 9:30pm?
They laid there for a good long while, her on the bed and him on the desk, just listening to the sound of the other breathing as they clung to the other's hand. She wasn't sure for how long. It didn't matter. Not really.
"Anna-Marie, do you still?" he asked, breaking the silence before he cut himself off.
"Huh?" she asked.
"Nothing, nevermind," he said instead of whatever he was going to ask.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Never better, actually," he answered, before he let out something between a chuckle and a huff. And he did, he just sounded happy. "I'd say have a pleasant evening, but I believe that we've accomplished that already," he said as he squeezed her hand and she laughed in response. "I'd also say we shouldn't make a habit of this. But I miss you far too much to deny either of us these small satisfactions," he said.
"Door's open," she mumbled.
"It is indeed. Hence, what I'll say instead, is the next time you feel so included to engage in this sort of play," he said before pausing. "Perhaps," he said and now she could hear the smirk. "Don't call upon a boy to do a man's job? Hmm?" he asked, the smug tone of his amused voice washing over her.
"Yeah, okay," she breathed as she felt a shutter run throughout her entire body.
"That's my Rogue," he said, gratified and she heard him inhale. "It really is such a fitting name for you, Anna-Marie," he said as her face contorted with confusion as she felt Erik slip his hand out of the magnetic fiber glove he had utilized in Maine. She felt the glove reshape, until it was smaller than it was before, until it mirrored her own. He then levitated the glove to her present position and took hold of it with his bare hand, their fingers intertwining again. He lifted her hand in his and lowered his head, until his lips kissed the back of her hand.
Rogue felt her breaths coming fast again at the contact. Encouraged, he turned the glove in his hand and kissed her open palm. A soft moan escaped her.
"A thought occurred to me, Rogue," he said, as her senses were working in full force, she could feel his hot breath on her hand. "How much more enjoyable this encounter would have been for you, if you still had access to my powers," he uttered.
'Fuck!' she exclaimed in her mind, realizing her mistake. Her eyes were now wide open, as she stared at the ceiling above her, willing herself not to react, not to give him any further proof of his claim.
Her silence was met with his chuckling.
"Perhaps next time, bearing that in mind, arrangements could be made?" he asked.
"I ain't promising you a damn thing beyond tonight, Magneto," she replied firmly. His response was robust laughter.
Well, that cat was out of its bag. She may as well address it.
"Though if I did have access to magnetism, you'd have ta be on your best behavior," she pointed out.
"What was it Charles said about you assuming the role of my conscience?" he asked, though she knew it was rhetorical. "Even without you posing that sort of threat, I've endeavored to abide by the terms you set months ago," he said. "I don't think it makes much difference," he mused.
'Until you wanna act,' she thought, but kept to herself. He kissed her palm again before moving the hand to his face, allowing to cup his cheek, his warm bare hand over the glove. Her eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the contact. He knew, no point in hiding her reaction.
"You're mine, Rogue. And I am yours. The rest are details; time and perhaps obstacles," he said.
Rogue let out a sigh at that, the inevitability of them weighing down on her, like an inescapable fate she wasn't ready to surrender to.
Submitting to him in the heat of the moment? Sinfully entertaining, utterly enjoyable in small doses. Saying the big 'yes,' the one that would dictate the rest of her life? She wasn't prepared to give up her entire life for him. And she knew that's what it would take. Not because he would make war against the X-Men. But rather because her family would never accept his place in her life and she- she loved them all. Having to choose- it wasn't fair and she wasn't ready to-
"Erik, I don't know if-"
"No need to fret, Anna-Marie," he said, pulling the glove off of his cheek and kissing her palm a third time. God, she missed him. "As always, I offer you options; yours to utilize or discard. And in the meantime, we enjoy what we can," he said soothingly. "No one likes an ultimatum. Not when it comes to matters of the heart," he added and she brought her hand up to hold over her face as she laughed.
"No, no one does," she agreed. "You've never put me in that position," she said softly.
"And I never will," he promised.
"Thank you," she said earnestly.
"Always," he said before another chuckle escaped him and she raised an eyebrow wondering what thought had prompted that. "So, we'll talk tomorrow?" he asked and she snorted at his audacity. "Perhaps on the twenty-fourth? You could consider that our anniversary, in a way," he said.
"I think February fifth is more accurate," she said.
"Our first kiss?" he asked. "Yes, I suppose an argument could be made for either date. Perhaps, it would be prudent to contact me for both," he suggested.
"Ah-huh," she laughed and he joined her. "I'm gonna need ya to hang up at some point. Cause I ain't doing it," she said.
"Do you think I have any desire to either?" he asked and she smiled. "Chess tomorrow? At the very least?" he asked.
"Tomorrow night? Normal time?" she replied.
"It's a date," he said. She could hear the smile in his voice. "Good night, Anna-Marie."
"Night, Erik," she sighed before he did her the favor of ending the call. 'Shower, sleep,' she told herself. She'd deal with the rest tomorrow.
Though she made a point to leave Erik's senses switched on. She'd opened the door and now she'd have to live with it. Better to ensure she could see the whole board, in case Erik utilized his powers in some way, now knowing she could sense his actions.
