Hips, Lips, and Finger Tips {Quicky}

[Mystique]

Hips...
One of the many accessories that curve the feminie body. They can be used as a wepon of persuasion, or an example of beauty and grace. Her hips gave her both. Those hips that swayed as she moved, the ones that gave her, her oh so enticing walk. The one that showed just how confident she was. That she knew exactly who she was... anyone she wanted to be, anything, anyone desired.

She made her way down the hallway, to the room she desired. It was late and no one was stirring. Her visits were usually late, it was best this business was kept as secret as possible. It was nothing traderious; however, it was better not to confirm that which was already suspected.

She was sure Erik suspected something, although she didn't know if he knew or not, It didn't really matter. What you didn't know didn't always hurt you. Usually, ignorance was bliss. On the other hand, if he did know, he would have probably been proud of Pietro. Having Mystique and all her talents was quite the accomplishment.

It was no secret that Mysitque was friendly with some, but she knew what she wanted and she knew how to get it. Her methods wern't alwyays eithical, but they always worked. What exactly did she want? The answer... has yet to be revieled.

Lips...
They, have so many uses. They can lie, they can smirk, they can smile, and perhaps the most deadly, they can kiss. At the moment, hers gave away no expression. Not that it mattered, because no one was around to see it anyway.

She stopped in front of a closed door. Raising her nuckle, she knocked softly.

"Pietro?" She whispered, her head almost pressed against the door.

She could hear nothing comming from the inside the room, and it was unlikly that he was asleep. Turing the handle slowly, she took the iniciative to enter the dark, empty room. It was a fairly organized. The bed was neatly made and clutter was scarse. Good, there was no room for sloppyness in a revolution. In her eyes, not being organized made you weak. He held the potential to be the leader of the Brotherhood one day. And a leader could not be weak, or he would not stay a leader for long. A leader needed to be confident and experienced. Her prescence here was her small way of making sure that he was perpared. He would be the leader one day and she intended to be by his side. By teaching him now, telling him what he wanted and needed to hear, ensured that position. It wouldn't have been the first time she had done such for her leader, and herself.

Finger Tips...
They slid over the soft sheets of the bed, carressing the silky black covers that were lined with silver. It wouldn't be long before she was under them. Pietro had such taste, a rather handy power to...

Her fingers still sliding over the surface of the bed, she made her way to the other side. Sitting on the nightstand there was a computer, her expertise. She did not hesitate to pick it up and slid onto the bed. SHe crossed her legs, leting the laptop rest on her thighs. Flipping open the lid, she worked her magic.

[Pietro Maximoff]

womanizer

n : a man who likes many women and has short sexual relationships with them [syn: womaniser, philanderer]

wom·an·ize (wm-nz)
v. woman·ized, woman·iz·ing, woman·iz·es
v. intr.
To pursue women lecherously.

v. tr.
To give female characteristics to; feminize.

woman·izer n.

Pietro Maximoff was a womanizer if there ever was one. He was the hot shit, and most girls realized that as well as him. There were few girls that didn't want him, and when Pietro found those girls he quickly changed their minds, it wasn't that hard to do either way! Mysteriousness always got the ladies interested, not to mention power, and several other things. Pietro did his best, and he hadn't failed as of yet. The man had a girl when he wanted one! That was how he was! IT didn't change often.

A night out on the town, ah, that was more than just a little fun. When Pietro went out he knew he'd have a blast. He always went out with the same purpose, though sometimes he had more fun than others. Sometimes he went out to drink, and everytime he went out to find his girl for the night, or hour, whichever he decided. He never made up his mind until the last minute when it came to women, not a good quality for a leader or anything, but good for picking the best women most of the time, really. He would make a fair leader, he had things his sister didn't, but he also had more hindrances. They'd even out, with time...

The night had been full of some heavy drinking, on everyone elses' part. The drinks had gone around, but Pietro hadn't felt like getting shitfaced tonight. He wanted to find a girl, though, that was common for the young man. He was always with different women, and it wasn't surprsing that he had several flanking him within an hour of his arrival at the club. All he had to do was pick one. Many women found it attractive that he was lean and he had a great body, but they all found it sexy and mysterious that his hair was silver, and he wore all black that night. He just caught their attention, along with him being suave and debonair! IT wasn't a wonder that he had to pick carefully. All of the ladies wanted him!

He was out late, but that was something that he did all the time, and he had picked a girl to have some fun with him, though she wouldn't be there that long. Her long legs were tempting under a mini-skirt and she had just the right amount of skin showing with her tanktop on too. This blonde girl was easy to an extent, but she had turned everyone else down. She had been a conquest, and Pietro loved conquests. They had even made their way back to her place. It was almost too easy from there. Ah, how the mighty fall.

It was hours later before Pietro actually pulled up in front of his residence. His black mustang glinting in the night lights. He envied no one, he was envious of nothing. His life was seemingly perfect most of the time. Hell, he had so much freedom and he already had so much going for him. There was so much behind him, but then again there was still so much piled onto and expected of him. He wasn't sure if he could handle it, but he'd try!

Hazy, dark eyes caught sight of something. There was some sort of lighted something on in his room, he could see it from the window, and Pietro knew he hadn't left anything on when he had left. Someone was in his room. Growling a bit, Pietro raced into the house faster than the naked eye of anyone could really catch, and found himself wrenching his door open before shutting it, and looking at the person that was settled onto his bed.

Mystique. Need anything else be said? It was her. She was the one who was behind his father, she was the one who helped run everything, she was the one... That was all there was to it. She was sitting there, in all her naked glory, as if it was nothing. IT wasn't really anything, but still. Pietro hadn't left anything on and his room was tidy. Nothing seemed to be out of place, so he breathed a bit in relief.

"Late night visit while I'm not here, Mystique?"

[Mystique]

Her back was to the door, she sat up straight, revealing her long torso. When he entered, she didn't even bother to look away from the computer until he spoke. Even then all she did was turn her head so he could catch her smirk. Still she was silent when her fingers slid the laptop closed ever so smoothly.

"I could always visit another room if your not interested."

Her facial expression could be heard threw her voice. He didn't need to see her to know that her typical smirk was plastered on her face. Without removing her butt from the bed she slid the laptop bakc to its position on the nightstand. Then she slid back to rest against the head board. Her long legs slightly bent at the knees and her one hand slid over her thigh. It was then that her eyes looked up to connect with his.

"Thats not the case is it Pietro?"

She doubted it was, but who knew for sure. Mystique had never been kicked out of a bed before, there was a first for everything, I guess. Although, it wouldn't be tonight, not wiht Pietro. He seemed a bit different that normal. If something was bothering him, she knew just how to fix it.

[Pietro Maximoff]

Pietro smirked almost vindictively at Mystique. She had rubbed off on him just a little bit, but that wasn't a bad thing. Others got him for the most part too, though Wanda was the only real one who got to see things, she was his twin... Anyway, Pietro threw his keys and wallet down on his nightstand as he crossed his arms and yawned a bit while tilting his head and watching the woman for a few moments.

"You could, but you're not going to."

He knew she wasn't going anywhere, and he found it a bit amusing and everything. Either way, Pietro smirked as she moved about on the bed. HE was amused and found himself seating himself on his bed, sliding off his sneakers before slipping his socks off and then allowing his shirt to follow, it was his room. He still had his wifebeater on, though he wasn't sleeping in jeans. He slid those out as quickly as he could and then flopped over onto his bed, watching Mystique.

"Doesn't matter what the case is, does it, seeing as you do what you want either way. To what do I owe the lovely visit, anyway?"

Pietro scratched his abdomen for a moment before running a hand through his hair and quirking a brow quietly for a moment.

[Mystique]

Her smirk turned into a grin. He was right and he knew it. Cockyness, it ran in the family, like father like son...

"You never know," her grin widened. "I might. Unless you give me a reason to stay."

SHe tilted hre head to the side a bit, her tounge running over the inside of her lips. It was a challenge. She was getting him to make her want to stay, give her something to occupy her time. Apparently he agreed. Becuase he began taking off his clothing. Pietro was jumping to conlusions, to bad they were the right ones.

He flopped back on the bed and she crawled to him, again not saying a word. She found different ways to keep his attention. It wasn't as suductive a crawl as it could have been. That would have meant a bit of trying. Why would she do that when there was much she could get without trying. When she was close enough, she let her fingers slid over his muscular stomach. Her well trained fingers slid dangerously low, but never past the barrier. They alwyas found a way to manover their way back to a safe distance. Although, that didn't mean the touch was waisted or forgotten. her fingers continued to trail up his chest when she discretly slid her leg over the other side of his body. Her eyes locked with his as she straddles his his torso. She grined.

"Thats right," her voice was barley higher than a whisper, as her index finger lightly tugged at the collor of his wifebeater. "I'll do as I please. So you should just shut up and enjoy it."

Technically, she did have higher authority, though she wouldn't have to force him to do anything he didn't want to do.

"No reason." She said with a bit of a shrug. "Atleast nothing you can't pay me back for later."

[Pietro Maximoff]

"Ah, but you've already got your own reason as to why you're here. I don't really have to give you a reason to stay because you haven't left yet. If you wanted to leave, you would have already."

He knew it was true. HE hadn't really jumped to a conclusion or anything. He was in his bed clothes. Pietro slept in boxers most of the time, that was the way he was comfortable. Though, Mystique didn't seem to mind the semi-naked young man at all. He didn't mind too much, though. Pietro was open, and he didn't mind Mystique at all. He didn't move or flich at all when Mystique crawled towards him. Yeah, the touch caused him to react a bit, he shifted around and back against the wall, which his bed was against, and watched with heavy eyes as Mystique teased and toyed with him. It didn't take long for Mystique to straddle him. Suprise, surprise. Pietro couldn't help but vaguely wonder if this was what she did for his dad, though that thought just left as quickly as it came mostly because Pietro didn't want to think about that. HE was like his dad, yes, but he didn't like thinking about that.

"Shut up and enjoy it, huh? Well, what if you're just completely torturing me right now?"

That was a question, yes, but the husky way his voice came out betrayed the fact that he was enjoying it. He had no strings really attatched here. Pietro didn't do anything with strings attatched.

"I'll have to pay you back? I don't recall agreeing to that."

Teasing was fuhn at times...

[Mystique]

"Your right, i do have my reason. Bet ya can't guess what what they are..."

She had reasons, but they were strictly... off the record. She also had a feeling that what she was after would be given to her. Because she also knew that if Pietro wanted her to leave, she would have been long gone by now.

Her expression changed with a rasied eyebrow. It was understandable that having a beautiful, naked woman straddling you and teasing you with her touch could be torture. Although, comming from Mystique, this was the best kind of torture.

"Torture?" Her voice was radiating amusment.

Then, a soft grin crossed her face as she leaned in closer. She acted as if she would kiss him, her eyes completly set to his. However, at the last moment, she turned her head slightly, placing her lips to his ear. Her voice would not have been audible had she not been so close. So close infact, her lightly wet lips grazed his ear. The effects from her warm breath were obvious to see.

"I'll show you torture."

SHe lingered there a moment, placing a light kiss to his ear. Then, slowly, she pulled away. For the most part her body was still pressed against his. He was underneath her, it made her smirk want to grow wider. That was how things started, and not just with Pietro. She got them on their backs, and when she was ready, she knew exactly what to say to make them want to get her on hers. She knew how to make people want her, even when they knew they shouldn't. She rarely said the wrong thing and she never kept strings. Unless you count those little things attached to the puppets she refurred to as men. As far as obligations, there were none. Only one purpose, and if there was another, chances were you would be dead before you found out what it was.

"I don't recall you letting me in your room either." she took a brief second to look from side to side, it was for effect. "But look where we are now."

It wasn't exactly where she wanted him, but it was dangerously close.

[Pietro Maximoff]

"I bet I probably don't need to because you'll end up telling me."

He was used to teasing, he wasn't sensitive to this. He didn't care about this. Mystique was someone he put up with, and didn't seem to like much when they were in public, but in private, well, the situation could be different. He didn't want her to leave, if he had she'd be gone already, but the same went for her.

It was a form or torture, really. A sort of sexual torture could be even worse than painful torture. She wasn't too bad, though. HE wasn't in a bad situation as of yet. He could probably handle a bit of more teasing, considering the way his last relationship had been. He had been teased completely and it would end up that he had to care for himself quit a bit of the time. Either way, it meant that Pietro could handle quite a bit more than most men could. She was amused, and he could ell. This was rather amusing, either way. Though, the tickling of her breath and her moist lips upon his ear felt nice and everything, it caused Pietro to shiver a bit and smirk.

"Just like a woman, trying to leave me wanting more."

He was teasing now, yes, but that wasn't that bad. Pietro smirked a bit as he lifted his hands holding onto her waist and grinning before he rolled over, quicker than the normal human being, and he was atop of her now. Pietro chuckled a bit and leaned down, getting in Mystique's face and smirking.

"Yeah, look where we are now.... How did you manage this one without getting caught in action by your pimp?"

Pietro was poking at her purposefully. He knew it. He was being a bit vindictive, but the fact that she was trying to sexually torture him wasn't good either. She was reminding him of his past, and things he'd rather forget. He didn't want those strings trying to form. He didn't want anything that was serious, and he'd rather she was quick if she was going to try and toy with him. He could do the same, though. Pietro hovered dangerously close to Mystique's lips before he pulled away and leaned down, near the junction between her neck and ear.

"Word of advice, don't toy with a man who can handle most of the 'torture' that you can dish out, babe."

Quicksilver.... he was still smirking and his lips lowered to her neck before his tongue lashed out, teasingly, as he sat up and moved away from her, lying between his headboard and the wall. He loved how he could be at times....

[Mystique]

Her eyes kept locked to his as he pinned her down, his smirk lingering just above hers. She bit down on her bottom lip and let her hands trail across his chest and lower abdomen. Pietro was slim, but with obvious muscle definition. Her smirk formed into a smile and she almost laughed at what he said to her. It was obvious that he meant Eric, Magneto, his father. Her foot rubbed against his cafe, she was toying with him with every part of her. Her hands, feet, eyes… and words.

“My pimp?” she said mockingly. “If he’s my pimp, what does that make you?”

A wild grin crawled on her tempting lips.Pietro was, after all, his son. Her eyes were dancing. It was all out of fun. They both knew it. A battle of wits, something Mystique was always fond of. Pietor was a good match, he was more like his father than anyone, especially him would ever admit to. That was what sparked her attention, her minor attraction to the boy. But at the end of the day, he was just that, a boy.

He whispered deathly close to her ear. It didn’t go completely unnoticed with her, and her eyes closed taking in the words that flowed from his mouth. The side of her mouth twisted up slightly.

He pulled away and she lied there for a moment. She bent a knee, the rest of her body still sprawled out on the bed. “A word of advice for you as well,” she turned her head to face the direction that he had moved in. “don’t make assumptions that that was the worst kind of torture I was going to dish out.”

There was so much more the blue temptress could have done. So many other things she could have said. Dozens of other rooms she could have gone to, young Pietro didn’t understand what she was giving him. Not herself, but with he assistance, he could have just about anything he wanted on a silver platter.

[Pietro Maximoff]

No answer came for what Pietro was. He was a customer, though he didn't pay. He was a student, though she did not really teach. He was much more than he seemed, though he did not reveal much of that. Pietro was difficult to figure out and he didn't plan on being found out for some time. He wasn't going to change and he wasn't going to answer that. Mystque used him, and he used her. They were both memebers of the same side, and she was toruturing him in her own way, though he didn't seem overly affected. She was sexy, yes, but he had been teased by women who looked better. The blue thing kind of made Mystique less desirable...

Mystique was wrong, though. Pietro was more than a boy. He was indeed a man, and thought he held similar qualitites to his father, he was much different. There were manything about Pietro that were different, though his hazel eyes shone with a bit of his father's blue at that moment, he was a much different person. He didn't have to be his father, and he didn't want to be. He didn't need to worry too much, really.

He stayed there, leaning against his headboard queitly as he watched her. She had some sex appeal, but then again many women did. Pietro used them and then left them. Mystique was like one of those toys that one could constantly use. Maybe that was her role in the brotherhood....then again, maybe she was more devious than others, though. He knew she was planning something, and there was reason behind everything she did...

"I know your capabilities well enough. Don't underestimate me, Mystique, I'm not a kid that's wet behind the ears."

IT was true. He wasn't really a child, and he knew more than he had credit for. He had many things on a silver platter already, though with his love for the color...he'd always welcome more.

[Mystique]

Perhaps the biggest difference between Pietro and his father would have been Mystique and who she was to them. What the blue goddess was to Eric was only obvious to them. Much how the relationship that Pietro and she shared was only known to them. She knew that her appearance was a factor that differed. While her exotic blueness was appreciated by Eric, it was not by Pietro. In her natural form she was a perfect example of the mutant kind. Flawless. She was beautiful, even if others failed to recognize that. It was their lose, not hers. I was no surprise others did not agree with Eric’s views. Pietro could easily be considered as one of them. Lucky for her, that factor could be changed easily. He wasn’t his father and she wouldn’t have it any other way. They were both cunning in their own way.

A tender finger traced softly across her stomach, her eyes set to the ceiling.

“Do you have a problem with my appearance, Pietro?”

She was quite sure that she knew the answer. However, he was right with his thinking that everything she did had a reason. His ideas of her position in the Brotherhood weren't entirely false either. Indeed, she had other uses and purposes; however, keeping the Brotherhood at it’s best was her main goal. How to accomplish that goal fell under many categories.

At his words, her eyes broke from their previous spot to look at Pietro. She turned to lay on her side. Propping her head up by with her hand.

“I’m not underestimating you. Do you honestly think I would be here if I were?” Her voice held a hint of seriousness that was far different that her typical playful manor. Her eyes narrowed, “I only hope I’m not overestimating you.”

[Pietro Maximoff]

The finger trailing across his abdomen tickled a bit, but Pietro did nothing more than twitch a bit as his eyes, laden heavy with something, averted straight over to the woman lying naked on his bed. Then again, when was Mystique not naked? It wasn't that Pietro thought she should be ashamed or anything. He respected Mystique and she did have her uses, but he figured that she took her role as the seductress very seriously. That was her main job in his mind. That was the way she went about many things. It was her own fault that he believed this, but then again it wasn't a bad thing. He wasn't over or underestimating her. He knew what she was capable of. He wasn't a moron. He was actually one of those that could be underestimated himself.

"No, other than the fact that you remain o'natural to entice poor young men such as myselves along with the old farts like my father."

He didn't like that fact. He didn't want the same thing as his father, but then again, Pietro was something different all together at all times. He was something few could really grasp completely. They all had their goals and their tactics, though. He knew that, and when Mystique turned onto her side, heavy eyes followed her as he scratched his own bare abdomen, where she had her hand only moments ago.

"Oh, you'd be here for one reason or another, and we both know you're not overestimating me."

There was more than was seen and Pietro punctuated that by sitting up and leaning against his pillow, which caused the gun he had settled there to knock against the headboard, causing him to smirk before he beckoned Mystique to join him atop the comfortable pillows. She was one to toy with others, he could do the same...

[Mystique]

She was a seductress. With a power such as hers, how could she not be. She was capable of being anything she or anyone else wished her to be. The only question was what exactly did Pietro want?

“You can only entice those who wish to be enticed.”

It was true, not every thing that came from her mouth was a lie. Mostly it just appeared that way. There were two sides to every statement or question. Especially if it came from her mouth.

He adjusted his position and her eyes stayed on him. They were soft, genuinely pleasant. Although, they grew a bit more devious when she heard the weapon click against the head board. She was very partial to weapons. When he motioned for her to come to him, she obeyed. Her attraction to powerful or dangerous men was no secret. Pietro was no exception to her attraction either.

She rose to all fours to crawl to him. It was slow, far more attractive than previously. Her eyes set to him she stopped only inches from his face. She lingered there before closing the gap between them. Her soft lips pressed against his in a kiss. It was a hot kiss, making their mutual attraction obvious. Her hand pressed lightly against his cheek. But when she pulled away from the lip lock she no longer held her blue form. Instead, she was now a young blond girl. Typical, attractive, beautiful. No different than the girls Pietro had previously been with. The only difference was that Mystique could to things that young collage age girls couldn’t even pronounce.

She let out a breath, a smirk twisted up on her wet, freshly kissed lips.

“Or multiple reasons…”

[Pietro Maximoff]

"Ah, but many men are those that can fall victim to an enticing body."

IT was true. There were many different ways to think of ot. Pietro chose to be enticed, others were enticed because they had a lusting system and whatnot. Either way not everyone wanted to be enticed. It didn't matter, though. Mystique was sexy, and she knew it more than well enough. Pietro had no problem when she crawled towards him. He knew she was sexy and he welcomed the kiss. His lips tingled, though it was different from when he had been snogging that brainless slut from earlier.

IT was different because this was more satisfactory. Mystique knew things that girls didn't, she was a woman afterall! His lips felt heavy, like his eyes as Mystique pulled away. Blonde. Pietro wasn't fond of blondes all the time, but it would do. His female companions earlier had been blonde in the majority. He didn't dislike blondes, but they weren't his favorite either. Oh, well.

Multiple reasons....

"Aa, you came here for many reasons... though, are they the normal reasons?"

He lifted himself up a bit and pulled Mystique to his side, though half atop him, on the pillow, which was comfortable as he felt his back muscles stretching and his spine popping.

[Mystique]

She couldn't argue with what he said. The weak minds of the ones he spoke of were what partialy made her so good at what she did. Her body or thoughts could be as enticing a she wanted them to be. Most fell victim to her charm, but her mind was by far her most valuable asset.

Her eyes recognized that look in his eyes when he saw that her knew figure. He looked almost unsatisfied. A part of her wondered if she should change or ask him what he would prefer. Despite the confident air that always seemed to surround her, she did hold a tinyies bit of insecurity. Every woman did. Although, she hid it extremely well. Not a soul would ever know what really went on behind the usually sunset eyes.

“For the most part yes.” She cuddled against him, resting her head on his chest affectionately.

Many times she had come to Pietro’s room for the simple reason of being bedded, other times to discuss business, and mostly both. Unlike most men that she spent most of her time associating with, Pietro would at least occasionally hold her. At times it felt nice to be held, even to her. She had never been obvous with this in the least. It would go against everything, her entire demeanor, her appearance that she had changed so many times. It simple came off that she wanted something. Which, most of the time, she did. And just like every part of her life, everything that happened intimately stayed intimate. No one would have ever guessed otherwise. Mystique didn’t need or by any means want emotional attachments. They were a hazard and a nescience. Neither of which she had time for.

Her playful eyes shot to his, “Unless you had something new in mind?” she smirked and raised her eyebrow in interest.