Rock Bottom. II Mystique and Selene
Selene nearly flew into a rage at the sensation of being pushed away and denied the thing she very wanted most, and it was with wild eyes that she looked upon the other. Those same eyes flickered between their naturally dark hue and a much brighter cerulean, as Mystique’s request sputtered to register through her mind.
Show her… Prove that Selene wanted her. Was her response not enough? Did the possessive growls and hard press of her mouth against the other’s not adequately describe what exactly Selene wanted? By god, her lips still tingled with both the memory of their kiss and the desire for more, and her fangs burned to find solace in Mystique’s warm skin. And Mystique still could not see just how much Selene needed this. Needed her.
The vampire’s expression contorted with a very real battle between desire and bloodlust, fangs visible between parted lips as she struggled for breaths she did not need. Selene realized what she longed for, what Mystique needed, possibly could be two different but equal parts to one means. What did it matter what she needed, if Mystique’s own desires were not met? What else could Mystique ask of Selene, if not to make her feel wanted, and not simply be used as the common blood whore?
Though asking Selene to outright verbalize her desire would have been too much, the request to prove her sentiments through actions would be met well enough. Her eyes transformed into that cerulean hue again and remained so as Selene’s head dipped, lips parted to press a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the other’s pulse. Slow, taking her time, the vampiress dragged her mouth downward until it found the rise of a delicate collarbone. Her tongue flickered out like rough silk to taste blue flesh, the salt and musk on Mystique’s skin enough to procure a soft but audible moan from Selene’s throat.
Strong hands relinquished their rough grasp on the other’s hair and instead took a path more gentle, pushing Mystique’s arms up and over her head, stroking the thin flesh of her wrists with either thumb. Though the mutant’s pulse remained strong there, it was not enough to sway the vampire from her path as her hands caressed lower, down built shoulders and a curved torso, kneading warm flesh with her fingers as every touch burned her fingertips with shaking flames.
Her hips slipped between those long, long legs, and for a moment, Selene thought she could stay like this forever, enveloped in Mystique’s warmth and desire and beauty. How could Mystique think herself anything but gorgeous? She was a specimen meant to be desired, to be tasted and appreciated every moment she was not in battle. A rough pull, and Selene hitched one blue thigh up and against her waist, even as her nose drew a line in the space between perfect breasts.
She pressed a kiss against Mystique’s sternum, breathing hard as her body visibly shook to maintain control and fulfill the other’s wishes. Before she could stop it, a single, harsh word slithered out between Selene’s lips, the sound pure instinct, pure rage. Pure desire.
The blue mutant reacts primarily with surprise as the vampiress ignores her invitation to pounce upon her neck, and instead takes up a rogue course of laced kisses that lead down along her sternum, and in between her breasts. Each planted contact of those cold, wonderful lips to her warm, blue flesh makes her shudder a bit, one of her hands slowly trailing up the other woman’s back before pressing into it sharply, keeping both women pressed together like puzzle pieces.
"Mmn… That’s a very bold claim," she whispers, fingers tangling up with the leather encasement on Selene’s torso before they trail downwards, to the zipper at the base of her upper-body suit. As she continues to speak, she yanks the zipper upward, slowly freeing the gorgeous vampire’s torso from the hold of that constrictive leather suit.
"Yours?", she repeats, somewhat skeptically. "Well. You’ll have to prove a claim like that, you know…”
Raven smiles then, yanking Selene’s zipper down the rest of the way before one sapphire hand reaches into the pale flesh beneath, and snatches away the corset that once covered the vampiress’ upper body. Within seconds, she’s forced the other woman to be just as nude, from the waist up, as she is, a wide smile on her face. Slowly, she turns her head to one side, exposing her neck in excruciatingly close detail to those wonderful lips opposite her.
"Take it. Take what you want," she implores, the veins on her neck pulsing as she offers her blood freely to the vampiress. "I know this isn’t all you want… But I know you do want it, regardless. I won’t stop you from taking it, if you so desire…”