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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 5, 2021 14:17:57 GMT -8
Just as she was about to reach her goal, Erik swiveled toward her, giving them both better access to each other. She stepped closer, needing more of her body in contact with his, leaning down as he pulled her close for a couple more lingering kisses. Suddenly, he paused a breath away to look up at her with a sexy, mischievous grin that drove her crazy.
"So, we're using our powers," "Fine by me, if that's how you want it."
Just when she thought it wasn't possible to feel any more hot and bothered than she already did, he managed to top it with that suggestion. Before she could even ponder what he had in mind, she felt her hands pulled together and looked down to see her wrists bound.
"Gotcha, I guess. Compelling, isn't it?"
Oh he definitely got her. Long ago, in a cold, uninviting cell. Maeve's frenzy for him doubled and with a sound that was half purr, half growl, her bound hands clutched his shirt and pulled him to his feet. She needed better access, wanted to feel all of him against all of her.
They were pulling at each other's clothes as they moved. Her bound hands were making the process tricky which only drove her into more of a frenzy. She craved to be even closer still. Looping her bound wrists over his head, Maeve pounced, wrapping her legs around his waist, leaning down to kiss him deeply as he held her in place against him. "Upstairs, now," she commanded, picturing having him in her bedroom before diving into another kiss, though she wasn't sure they'd make it upstairs, or even out of all their clothing.
Maeve felt a sudden familiar sense of shifting in her equilibrium that momentarily pulled her to reality and the surprise of it had her breaking the kiss as her brain tried to comprehend. It was the feeling that accompanied the sudden change of location when teleporting. Maeve glanced to her side as she lowered to her feet and saw that indeed, their surroundings had changed. As she'd pictured during her command, they now stood in her bedroom. Maeve looked him over, worry starting to work its way into the lust but when she saw he was unharmed and fully intact, the lust returned even stronger, hitting her like a truck. She'd gotten him exactly where she wanted him and the feeling of it made her feel as if she would explode if she didn't have him right now. Maeve was on him again, kissing and pulling at his clothes with even more fervor than before.
She pulled away for a second. "Hands," she said with labored breathing, diving in another kiss before quickly adding, "later," with a promise. Her need to touch him freely overwhelmed the turn-on previously felt at the bindings.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 3, 2021 6:08:46 GMT -8
The moment Maeve started pulling on his shirt and right after on probably all of him, Erik could no longer suppress his own lust. Not that he would have seen any reason to do so in the first place. However, any thought about making this a challenge was long forgotten by the time their bodies met in this fiery dance of craving and much deeper emotions underneath; certainly the only challenge to take right now if they would not soon start to become one, one more time.
Every now and then, Erik's lips would curl into a mischievous grin, amused by her little movements that gave away how tricky of a process it must be to keep up with his pace with her hands still tied. The mere imagination of the expression on Maeve's face, probably showing a mix of pressure and annoyance, maybe even stimulus, was enough to make him feel as if they were still having a challenge. One that he was about to win, at that. Yet, as tempting as it might be to check if he was right with this guess, Erik rather went on kissing her neck and areas below whilst going on pulling at the remains of clothes on her skin. This wasn't about winning. It was about losing. Their clothes. Their words. Their minds. The suspension during each of their meetings while in a cold, uninviting cell.
"Upstairs, now," he heard her saying, or rather cravingly demanding, while he wasn't so sure himself if they really would make it there. On the other hand, did Erik mind? For all he cared, she was enough. They could as well just...
Suddenly something was happening around them or rather had been happening. In no more than a blink of an eye, they had somehow made it upstairs straight into the bedroom. No, that wasn't possible, regardless of how far the mind-losing thing might have been worn on already. That was physics. And yet, it didn't have to be with them. There was a little moment in which both their eyes met in a silent question before they both decided that this was a question that could wait until sometime later, while the other thing couldn't.
Almost as if arranged, Erik and Maeve both started to pull at each other again, closer, heavier, and even more urgent than before. At least, now there was no need to waste any more thought on getting somewhere, so now he could as well just grab her and...
"Hands,"
For a moment, there was an almost irritated look on Erik's features as if he needed a second to even process language again. When she went on with the kissing, he simply joined in, quickly forgotten about what she might have been going to say, same as about what had happened at anytime before.
"later,"
Then, after all, he pulled away for a second as well, yet only to give her a look that was still slightly irritated while at the same time amused. "Shhh..." he called her to silence with one of his fingers tenderly touching her lips before closing the distance between them once more, this time as much as possible, not even bothering that they had made it only halfway towards the bed...
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 4, 2021 13:45:13 GMT -8
*~*~* A good while later... *~*~*
Maeve was curled along Erik's side again, partially draped over him, her head tucked onto his shoulder. Much like before, it seemed he'd been able to slip into a little dozing while this time, Maeve's mind hadn't allowed her to slip away to doze off in that bliss. Instead, once the lust had been satiated, her mind went right back to how they'd ended up in her bedroom.
Her palm rested on his chest, fingers lightly moving in a circular pattern. A subconscious action of being lost in thought. She hadn't intended to teleport a person with her, but the point was, she had. She'd allowed herself to become so wound up and absorbed in her own needs that it had overridden caution. What she'd done had been stupid and dangerous and completely selfish.
She'd managed to shut it out so far, but that tiny voice of reality inside her mind was starting to worm its way into this one perfect weekend that she'd allowed herself to escape from it.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 22, 2021 8:26:59 GMT -8
While Erik appeared to have slipped into a little dozing, his mind actually was wide awake, at least as soon as the lust had been fading into satisfaction and this feeling of coming home whenever she was with him. A good feeling. And so welcome even though unique after all this time of imprisonment. Not only the actual imprisonment in that cell back at Trask but also the one inside himself. The last time he had been allowing feelings like this to have an effect on his actions was long ago, but most of all had those led to only more loss. Erik didn't know if it would be different this time, yet what he knew was that he wasn't going to let that happen in the first place. He would protect Maeve with all his being.
However, the thoughts hanging on his mind, right now, weren't of the feelings he had for Maeve but instead of what had happened in that little moment before they both had found themselves up here as if by only a snap. Her power was still fascinating him and, even if she would deny it, were making her so much more valuable than any human might be in her eyes. Erik had so many questions, and now where his mind was clear again, he couldn't wait any longer to get them answered, but he also didn't want to overrun her.
"So," he started carefully yet firmly, "What has there just happened? Before this, I mean." Erik let a slight smile appear in the corner of his lips yet had himself quickly back to sobriety to make clear that, this time, he wasn't allowing their hormones to get in the way of this conversation. "You looked as surprised as me."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 8, 2021 17:52:23 GMT -8
His voice startled her from her thoughts, though she didn't physically flinch. So absorbed had she been that she hadn't realized he'd woken up.
Maeve propped her elbow on the bed beside him, resting her face in her palm so she could look down at him. At first, she gave a playful smile that went along with his at the suggestive patch his initial question could have taken. But then he turned serious. She hadn't seen much of his serious side this weekend. They'd both put that side of themselves aside, embracing a long forgotten carefree time where nothing outside of their draw and attraction to each other existed.
She knew it wouldn't last forever. Maeve quietly considered what she wanted to say. If she wanted to say anything at all or keep this thing between them completely separate from the real world outside the walls of this house.
"You looked as surprised as me."
The quiet, calm sincerity in his demeanor finally got her to open up the door to the outside world a little. "I was," she said, her eyes wandering down to her fingers doing their subconscious thinking circles on his chest. "I hadn't intended to do that. Actually, I haven't been able to take anything with me that wasn't stashed in my pockets or small enough to wrap almost completely in my arms." Maeve shrugged. "It was just a fluke," she said dismissively, lowering her arm and letting her head rest back on his shoulder where the upset and distress in her lack of self control couldn't be seen on her face.
"I think it's about lunch time. Have a craving for anything?" she asked, attempting to change the subject. Used to literally popping out on a whim to pick up meals, she never had much in fridge and cupboards and the last thing she'd been expecting was company.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 15, 2021 11:50:25 GMT -8
"I was,"
Erik was glad when she spoke up again because, for a moment, he thought that his words had made her feel uncomfortable, and although that was surely not what he wanted, questions kept preying on his mind. About her powers, her past, everything. Not only to satisfy his curiosity but also to get to know the woman he loved, all of her. He paused in his thoughts. Yes, he loved her.
"I hadn't intended to do that. Actually, I haven't been able to take anything with me that wasn't stashed in my pockets or small enough to wrap almost completely in my arms.""It was just a fluke,""I think it's about lunch time. Have a craving for anything?"
Oh no, not so easy, Erik thought with a bit of amusement when she suddenly dismissed the topic and then even dared to change it. He let her in the belief that would work on him for another second before finally interfering with her plan by getting a firm grip on her arm, not allowing her to get up.
"Yes," he replied Maeve's question, yet with a different interpretation, then added a slight grin so that he didn't appear too harsh, "for answers actually. Come on. This hadn't been all." Erik didn't even primarily imply that she had to have another explanation ready, for he had meant what he said about her have been looking as surprised as him, but he wanted them to talk about it, maybe find an explanation together while they did.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 12, 2021 10:34:03 GMT -8
Thinking the momentary silence meant the topic change had been successful, Maeve turned and started for the end of the bed, only to be stilled by Erik's gentle yet firm grasp of her arm. There was something about the way he held steady that told her it wasn't just her he was trying to keep a hold on, but she still glanced back at him questioningly.
"Yes," "for answers actually. Come on. This hadn't been all."
Sighing heavily as if it was an old issues she'd already worked to death on her own, Maeve sat up and faced him, holding the sheets up against herself. It wasn't just to ward off the chill of no longer having the heat of his body against hers, but also because this part of her past made her feel vulnerable and exposed enough on its own. She was a master at hiding her thoughts and emotions so a casual shrug was all she gave away. "Not long after, I spent a lot of time on it, worked rigorously, attempting and failing again and again but I could never figure out how I'd managed it. It was a huge waste of time and energy." It wasn't the only thing that had been a huge waste of time and energy during that part of her life. "Like I said, just a fluke," she said indifferently with yet another shrug.
Maeve started to turn again, assuming those details and how nonchalantly she spoke of it would have made him lose interest in what she'd played off as an ineffectual and fruitless aspect of her gift.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 9, 2021 2:52:49 GMT -8
"Not long after, I spent a lot of time on it, worked rigorously, attempting and failing again and again but I could never figure out how I'd managed it. It was a huge waste of time and energy."
At first, Erik had been glad that she opened up again, but it didn't take him long to realize that the casuality with which she spoke was only to hide something underneath. Anyone else, especially at this early stage of a relationship, probably would have stopped there to not make her feel like he was pushing it, yet not so Erik. This issue was just too intriguing and personal to him; Personal as for constantly seeing his kind downplaying their value until they believed themselves to be humans second-class just like the government wanted it.
"Like I said, just a fluke,"
Before Maeve could have turned again, his hand once again reached out to her arm, this time more persistently, while, for a moment, an even slightly annoyed expression appeared on his features. He was, of course, not annoyed by her in general, but surely by her stubbornness that he knew all too well from someone else... himself. "What are you running from?" Erik asked, trying to sound not too pressing while he probably did, though. He just couldn't help it; And that he had to express, maybe not with the best choice of wording. "I just can't accept that one with such potential could not be interested in advancing it. It's a gift, Maeve." And not a burden, like she made it sound.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jul 10, 2021 14:30:48 GMT -8
"What are you running from?"
'From repeating past mistakes,' she thought, though she only pressed her lips together and watched him in defiance, not ready to admit to him, let alone fully to herself, that she'd already stumbled right back into repeating the biggest mistake of her life. Only this time, she hadn't been pulled in by someone who literally had the power of suggestion. This time, she had nobody to blame but herself.
"I just can't accept that one with such potential could not be interested in advancing it. It's a gift, Maeve."
Though he spoke it in terms that sounded as if it was something meant for her own self-interest, his expression of annoyance and fixation was the same as the one who'd relentlessly pushed and harangued her to reach that potential for his own self-interest. Despite whose interest this was intended for, the topic so directly and hurtfully struck the nerve of the mistake she was repeating.
"I have value," she said adamantly, pulling her arm from his hand and placing her hand with splayed fingers on her chest, signifying herself as a person. "I am more than a mutant. More than my gifts." The tremor in her voice was of the anger and disappointment she felt at herself and that, along with the pain at the thought that Erik might not find value in the 'more' she spoke, flashed in her eyes.
Her expression changed from anger to discomfort for the weakness she'd just shown. She felt vulnerable, a state she strived to never let another person see her in, yet here she was, feeling it clearly shown. He started to reach for her again but Maeve pulled back. "No, don't," she said, holding up a yielding hand, her voice a quiet plea. "Don't." And because she didn't think she'd be able to pull away again or resist giving in to this momentary weakness by leaning on him for strength, Maeve teleported out of his reach.
The door being only slightly ajar, he couldn't see where she'd teleported to, but when Maeve turned on the shower, she clearly gave away her position. Not waiting the few minutes it took for the water to warm, she stepped in and slid the glass door closed. Maeve shut her eyes and stepped into the cold stream of water, needing it to rush over her and block her senses.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Aug 7, 2021 9:29:49 GMT -8
"I have value,""I am more than a mutant. More than my gifts."
It was obvious to Erik that he had hit some kind of nerve, yet not why. It surely hadn't been his intention to hurt her in any way, so he guessed it was better not to press her more, at least not right now. Instead, Erik was going to calm her by reaching out to her arm once again, yet, this time, not to hold her back but to offer her comfort.
"No, don't,"
Maeve said in defiance, pulling back from him. Erik still didn't get what he had done wrong yet tried not to let it show on his features.
"Don't."
However, he couldn't help but utter a quiet sigh of frustration, after all, not about her being difficult for no reason or, at least, one that he had missed seeing, but instead about this seemingly being their first argument, without him even knowing about what. Before Erik could have even tried to reach out again, she suddenly used her power to teleport herself out of his reach completely, just as of his eyesight.
Erik sighed, this time more audible. For a little while, probably only a couple of minutes, though, he just sat there alone, pondering about what had just happened. Whatever it had been, it didn't take him long to realize what he wanted. Be with her; With all her quirks, all her scars, everything that belonged to her. For some reason, Maeve seemed to think that he was not ready for that or not even willing to.
Erik sighed again, then rose from the bed to catch up on her, the sound of lapping water giving away where she had disappeared to. Not bothering if she needed her space or not because he simply couldn't accept leaving her alone in that state of mind, same as letting her in the belief to be the kind of person who would only be interested in her powers, Erik gave the opening of the bathroom door a try, glad to find it unlocked. For another second, he just stood there, watching her back as she tried to wash away her tears. By sliding the steamed-up glass door open, Erik allowed himself to not only step inside the shower but also the private space she had escaped to. But there was no need to escape, not from him.
When it seemed that she was making a move to turn around, Erik wordlessly wrapped his arms around her from behind. Not in any way like before, but for mere comfort and protection, and also to give her to understand that she didn't have to let him see her face if she rather didn't. Whatever he had done to make her feel hurt, Erik was sorry for that, with no words of actual apologies needed. Or maybe that was just because he wasn't the type of big-time apologizing.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 4, 2021 18:54:21 GMT -8
The past few minutes kept replaying in her mind. The water rushing over her blocked her senses, making it more vivid, so she stepped out from under the stream and grabbed the bar of soap, vigorously scrubbing away as if the past few minutes could be removed. Unfortunately, it did not work that way.
God, she felt like such an idiot, seeing herself coming across like an insecure teenage girl unleashing her internal issues on an unsuspecting, undeserving victim. The discomfort of the weakness and vulnerability she'd shown continued to gnaw at her. She was starting to work herself into anger again toward the man who'd been the one to create that insecurity of questioning her value beyond her mutant abilities. But that had been so many years ago and she'd assumed that that insecurity had faded away along with the memory of him.
Apparently, a small seed of it had remained and had been lying dormant in some small part of her mind. It surprised and bothered her that after all these years, he still had this kind of hold over her. As she scrubbed absentmindedly, she conjured faded memories of him but all the hurt and the pain were just as faded. She felt nothing when thinking about him.
He may not have a hold over her any longer, but that seed had remained. That tiny little seed that had caused her overreaction had ruined the illusion of this one perfect weekend of escape from reality. She'd most likely pushed Erik away. Maeve wouldn't blame him if he was on the phone right now, making plans to leave.
Maeve felt her breath suddenly catch, the thought of him walking out of her life like a stab to her heart. She froze as it suddenly struck her that it was Erik who had a hold on her, not the past. Erik who had brought that dormant little seed back to life. The emotional and mental toll of what she'd gone through all those years ago paled in comparison to what was starting to stir in her at the thought that Erik might also only care about her mutant abilities.
But even if that were the case, she didn't want him out of her life. She could just fool herself into thinking that wasn't the case and maybe one day he would--
The blurry movement of the bathroom door through the steamed glass from the corner of her eye brought her back to reality. Suddenly realizing that the warm, wet streaks on her face were not from the shower, Maeve quickly replaced the soap to the holder and turned her face into the warm streaming water, scrubbing lightly as if she was simply washing her face.
A wave of relief went through her at seeing that Erik had not left. His presence brought her back to reality. The countless thoughts and emotional turmoil a mind could go through in mere minutes was simply mind boggling but her final thoughts had struck her as ludicrousness, especially for her. What kind of an idiot would stay with someone they knew did not truly care for them with the silly notion that maybe some day, they would? The kind of idiot whose logical thinking was numbed by love.
As the shower door opened, the realization that she'd pushed back on previous occasions finally surfaced. Somehow, somewhere along the way, during all those conversations and heated debates in that cold, plastic prison, she'd fallen in love with Erik Lehnsherr.
Maeve still felt she owed him an explanation for what had happened but she was not good at apologizing, not good at opening up, and on top of that, her head was swimming with her new realization. Unsure of what to say, she hoped the words would come once she faced him but when she started to hesitantly turn toward him, he stopped her. Not with words, but by gently wrapping his arms around her and simply holding her. Another flood of relief went through her, for she'd also been afraid that her new realization would be written on her face or reflected in her eyes. The fact that he'd come to her despite how she'd left him, that he wasn't asking for an explanation or even expecting one, that he was simply there to give his comfort and protection without needing a reason, sent a tingling thrill of joy from head to toe with the thought that, perhaps, he'd come to that same realization toward her.
After several wordless moments of leaning back against him, enveloping herself in the feelings of this realization, Maeve finally leaned forward, pulling her hair away from her back and over one shoulder as she retrieved the soap and handed it over her shoulder to him.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Sept 18, 2021 14:49:33 GMT -8
Although they had been spending time together in the shower for a while, this time, they hadn't thrown themselves on each other like wild animals but, instead, had spent it in intimate togetherness, both silently realizing that, what they had, was so much more. They might have known already back at the time in that cold cell, but now that they were given the time to really get to know each other, it seemed much more real; harder to hide one's scars and weak points and not let the other see. But, at this point, at least Erik was willing to see all of them. All of her. He didn't dare to bring that topic from before up again, at least not so early, but whatever it was that she was fearful of, Erik was willing to learn about. He surely had, as well, his scars and little secrets, and, one day, she would get to see them, too. Yet the question was: Would she be willing to accept them once it was the time?
*~*~*~* A little later *~*~*~*
"Really from anywhere?" Erik asked again as they were talking food for lunch, sitting in the living room now. Spurred to come up with something not so regular to make full use of this rare opportunity, he gave Maeve a thoughtful look, rather challenging even, while his fingers playfully moved along his chin.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 2, 2021 11:31:26 GMT -8
It wouldn't do to pick up food in Erik's t-shirt and tousled hair, so for the first time since Erik's arrival, Maeve was properly dressed and presentable. They sat close together on the couch, deciding what to have for lunch, Maeve grinning in playful smugness after offering to pick up food from anywhere, the word heavily stressed to encompass the globe.
"Really from anywhere?"
Maeve watched his fingers thoughtfully move along his chin, a gesture that made her want to lean in and follow suit with her lips. The thought that they'd never get around to eating and that she'd have to make herself presentable all over again gave her the strength to resist.
She leaned closer, looping an arm loosely around his neck while placing the other hand on his chest. "Anywhere your little heart desires," she said in a playful tone, like a woman ready and confidently able to spoil the person she was making the offer to. "Well, time zone permitting," she clarified, eyes glancing toward the clock on the mantle, having no idea of the time, barely even knowing the day of the week during this dreamlike state she'd been in since he showed up. The sun was still shining, so they'd assumed lunch, and it looked like they'd been correct.
Maeve got up and moved toward the shelving unit, standing on her toes to reach around on the highest shelf for a key she kept hidden there. Once her fingers found it, she crouched down to grab a long strongbox from the back of one of the cabinets, then returned to the couch, placing it on the table. Maeve unlocked it and placed the top level to the left, revealing a second level below and making it into a row of currency neatly organized from left to right by time zones, starting with the U.S. dollar.
As a globetrotter most of her life, she'd developed a knack for time zones and found it easiest to keep the various currencies organized by their time zones. "Anything east of Russia will be closed," she said, finger running above the row of currency from rubles and anything to the right of it. "Our west coast and beyond, we'd probably be limited to breakfast options."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Nov 1, 2021 11:09:31 GMT -8
"Anywhere your little heart desires,"
Maeve really wasn't making it easy on him to resist pulling her closer and thwarting their plan of getting food for another round of sex. At least, she wasn't sitting with only his shirt there anymore. Because that would make the resisting part even harder; while probably making something else harder as well...
"Well, time zone permitting,"
"I see," Erik replied in a smartass way, smirking, and once again moving two fingers along his chin to let his statement appear just a little more provoking. "There always are clauses."[/b]
Then, when Maeve stood up, walking towards one of the shelves and coming back with a box, Erik's features changed into curiosity as he leaned a little forward to get a closer look inside. He made a mighty impressed face, a bit overstated, although he was impressed indeed. Maeve seemed to be a well-organized person, just like himself; One of many other properties they seem to share, surely, for a change, on the more positive side.
"Anything east of Russia will be closed,""Our west coast and beyond, we'd probably be limited to breakfast options."
Erik's eyes were wandering back up to Maeve, a dreamy while still slightly provoking look in his eyes while he leaned his head onto his hand now. "Surprise me."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Nov 13, 2021 18:31:12 GMT -8
Maeve had already narrowed her eyes at him for his smartass comment about clauses. She knew he was teasing her, playing it cool and casual as if it was perfectly normal to pick up food from anywhere in the world at the drop of a hat, but she could see that there was truth in his being impressed, even when he overplayed the look of it on his face.
"Surprise me."
He was adorable and sexy, the way he playfully sat there provoking her, head resting on his hand, a dreamy look on his face. Well, turnabout was fair play so she was perfectly entitled to playfully provoke him in turn. Her expression changed to playful, but with a suggestive grin as if she wasn't thinking of food with his request. "Oh, I can surprise you," she promised in a seductive tone. Maeve teasingly leaned in close, hovering her lips near his before redirecting her lips toward his ear to whisper in a suggestive tone, "Set the table."
She quickly hid her amused grin as she got to her feet and pinned him with a stern look that meant business, should he be thinking about delaying either of their responsibilities where lunch was concerned. She sure as hell was tempted but wouldn't let that show as part of her side of provoking him. And also because they would starve to death if they kept giving in to the insatiable hunger they had for each other.
With her back to him and blocking his view from the strongbox, aiming to fulfill the surprise part of it, Maeve gathered some bills and stuffed them into her pocket. "Gimme about 20 minutes," she said, before closing her eyes and sending her ghost Sim out to her destination, making sure the arrival spot was clear of people and possible sightlines before teleporting herself to the location.
*~*~*~* About 20 minutes later *~*~*~*
Maeve popped back in within five minutes of her first departure, placing a bag down on the table, warning Erik not to peek. Then she closed her eyes, sent her ghost Sim out to scout, then teleported herself away again. She followed suit on two additional occasions, returning with a bad each time.
Four locations and Maeve was done in less than 20 minutes. It helped that she knew which eateries had things ready to serve, but still, that was pretty damned impressive, if she didn't say so herself. Maybe she was showing off a little--actually, a lot--but she couldn't help it. It had been so long since she'd had anybody to impress with her gift. Plus she knew that Erik was very into mutant abilities and how she was feeling toward him drove her to wanting to see him smiling and happy.
After returning the change to the strongbox, Maeve washed her hands, then joined him at the set table. "I thought we could share, get a bit more variety," she said, grinning as she stacked the plates and pushed them out of the way so that she could unbag and place the items she'd picked up between them. Walking by his chair, she couldn't help herself from leaning down to place a kiss on his neck before taking the seat next to him.
Dragging the first bag over, she said, "Empanadas from a little family-owned place in Argentina," as she removed the foil-wrapped items from the bag, then reached for the next and the next, naming each item. "Mchemsho from Tanzania and cholent from Hungary. And that will be our dessert from France," she said pointing to the last remaining bag still closed up and off to the side, hiding what lay within.
"So, did I fulfill your request?" Maeve asked as she grabbed an empanada, taking a bite and chewing whilst looking at Erik with a confident grin. How could somebody not be surprised and impressed at being presented a meal delivered fresh from four different countries?
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Nov 22, 2021 11:59:51 GMT -8
Erik had been doing, indeed, as told; Setting the table. He might not be a pro when it came to romantic settings in general, but with Maeve, he wanted to make an effort. Or maybe this was yet another challenge of theirs, impressing each other the most. With her getting them food from all around the world, he had to get a move on, though.
He was more than surprised when Maeve, at first, popped back in within only five minutes. "What-?" Erik was going to say something when she was already gone. It was intriguing to peek inside this first bag, although having been told not to, or maybe simply because of that, but he wouldn't. Instead, Erik went on with setting the table as well as possible. He was happy to find some napkins inside one of the kitchen drawers but rather unhappy with the outcome of trying to turn those into a decoration for their plates. In the end, especially after Erik realized that Maeve was continuing with this way of popping back in and out, he just tucked them underneath the cutlery. Well, that'll have to do. At least, she didn't seem to take notice of his failed attempts during her own task.
"I thought we could share, get a bit more variety," Maeve's voice eventually made him turn around once she was back, this time seemingly with all errands done.
"Empanadas from a little family-owned place in Argentina,""Mchemsho from Tanzania and cholent from Hungary. And that will be our dessert from France,"
Erik was flabbergasted, to say the least, when he saw her unbagging the mentioned variety. Had this woman really gotten them all this food freshly from different countries, within only twenty minutes, at that? The surprise about that made him overlook the fact that she was, not at all, appreciating, or noticing, his effort with the table decoration, stacking everything to push it out of the way even.
"Let's say you didn't fail to surprise me," Erik started rather slightly complimenting, maybe because she hadn't said anything to the fulfillment of his task, but then, after all, added smiling: "I'm not unimpressed." He just couldn't help but put it that way instead of using more positive wording, although his eyes were speaking a different language. With another look around, he added: "You either got a highly extensive taste or wanted to extra impress me with dishes based on my origin." Yes, he was impressed by that, indeed.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 4, 2021 13:16:12 GMT -8
"Let's say you didn't fail to surprise me," "I'm not unimpressed."
He was teasing her. Maeve playfully narrowed her eyes at him as she nudged her elbowed at his side. She pulled the mchemsho closer while taking the spoon from the top of her napkin, softly smiling as she noted that he'd chosen the nice napkins and the fancy silverware which gave her a sense of importance to their shared meal.
"You either got a highly extensive taste or wanted to extra impress me with dishes based on my origin."
Maeve grinned, demurely looking down at the food. Impressing him was what she'd wanted, but now that she'd seen she had, she had an odd sense of bashfulness momentarily overcome her. Strong and independent, Maeve wasn't used to caring about the approval of anybody. The uncharacteristic wanting and receiving of it left her feeling slightly uncomfortable.
"You either got a highly extensive taste or wanted to extra impress me with dishes based on my origin."
There had been a clear sign that spoke of his origin, and the reminder of if it had her quickly forgetting any remnants of bashfulness or regard for any concerns toward herself. Maeve reached out to him, hand moving down his left arm, her voice soft. "I knew you were from Europe," she began, gently turning his arm until his palm faced upward, "but I wasn't sure exactly from where." Her fingers gingerly ran over the '214782' on his forearm. Though after all this time, there was doubtfully any physical pain remaining, there was no amount of time that could wipe away the mental and emotional pain of having an identification number cruelly tattooed on your person. A horrible reminder of a nightmarish event and Maeve could hardly fathom what it must have been like to live through that. She laced her fingers with his, looking up at him, a mix of hurt, anger, and heartbreak in her eyes, her voice thick with those emotions as she spoke. "I am so sorry for what you went through. I can't even imagine..." Nor could she put it into words.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jan 2, 2022 6:17:45 GMT -8
Erik was rather surprised when suddenly the mood shifted, and Maeve reached out to him with no more sign of teasing or flirting but instead only care, even pain in her eyes. It hadn't been his intention to make her feel sorry for him in any way, but it was also only now that he realized how less he'd opened up to her while he seemed consistently nosing about her past.
"I knew you were from Europe,""but I wasn't sure exactly from where."
Erik's gaze was following her fingers as they ran over his tattoo, his features immediately hardening; Not because of her action or her words, but because of the attached memories. Yet, when their eyes met again, Erik forced his features to ease a little, after all.
"I am so sorry for what you went through. I can't even imagine..."
"Yet, it made me the person I am today," he replied with bitterness in his voice. "Opened my eyes," ... and made me realize that there will never exist a world in which mutants and humans can coexist in peace, Erik added only in thoughts, this time. He had learned that Maeve would need some more time to come to that realization as well. He just hoped that she wouldn't stay as blind as Charles.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jan 15, 2022 16:03:30 GMT -8
There was a hint of that bitterness that he'd so openly shown toward humans a few times during their talks, though more softened in this moment as if he was making an effort not to spoil the mood of the weekend. It was a simple reply, but it brought with it such an eye-opening realization. A part of her was sorry to have brought it up, yet the other part of her was glad for the insight. Maeve could never grasp why Erik held such contempt toward humans, but now, she understood where it came from and perhaps, why it was warranted. At least from his point of view.
Maeve's hand brushed against his cheek as if trying to soften the hardness she'd inadvertently put there before pulling the mchemsho closer between them and grabbing a spoon. She stirred it in thought, contemplating her words. They'd argued so often about their points of view, never agreeing, never swaying the other in the least, never understanding why each was so adamant in their beliefs. Erik had just taken the first step in opening up which gave her an understanding and she felt she owed him the same, if only to save them in future from such heated arguments full of frustration that led to nowhere.
"I did not become the person I am today until later in life," she began, taking a bite to buy herself some time with this difficult admission. Maeve concentrated on the food, using her spoon to scrape at the insides of the pumpkin bowl holding the stew as a way to avoid eye contact. "I was the girl you saw in that photo;" she tilted her head in the general direction of the piano, "happy, carefree, surrounded by family, friends, and coworkers, all good, kind, caring people. Human people," she stressed. "At least, as far as I knew," she shrugged off, knowing that many mutants hid who they were, including herself, but that wasn't the point. "Shortly after losing my parents, I met someone. He figured out what I was and what I could do..." Feeling the anger toward herself for having been so stupid despite the fact she'd had no control over things, Maeve felt her own features hardening. She took a sip of water, reeling herself back in and speaking calmly and detached. "He was obsessed with my gift, always pushing me to learn how to use it to its fullest potential for his own gains. He took over my life. Alienated me from my sister, my friends. Controlled me," she finally looking up at him, still detached but anger showing in her eyes. "Literally controlled me," she stressed, before looking down and scrapping at the inside of the pumpkin again. "He was a mutant," she finished nonchalantly, finally taking a bite of the stew.
Now that they both had an understanding, her for his hate toward humans as there had been so many who'd hurt him as a child, and him for her distrust of a person no matter their kind due to having a mutant use his powers against her, Maeve did a complete topic change. "Mm, this is delicious," she said as she finished chewing, pushing it a little closer to Erik. "Try this."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jan 16, 2022 3:58:53 GMT -8
Erik listened intently to her story, almost looking as if frozen to the spot. If there wouldn't be this one furrow that gave away that there still was life behind his face, one might have thought so. Anger started to rise in him with each farther word, with each mile farther down her backstory; One with a man that, how she put it, literally controlled her. Suddenly, there was an understanding of the sudden distance in her eyes when, back in the bedroom, Erik had started to sound like he was especially interested in her powers. Of course, he was, but not primarily. Erik loved her; Her as a person, with everything that belonged to it. Yet, as much as he felt sorry for what Maeve had gone through, there was one message that made him somehow disagree on the inside.
"He was a mutant,"
Maybe not actually disagree, but wince; Probably because Erik wanted to find disagreement with the hidden message behind, for it didn't match his principles, yet found understanding for what she was going to say. In the end, though, everyone's mindset was based on experiences. Still, Erik doubted that their experiences were incommensurate with each other, not in the way of his being more defining or more important even, but in the way of hers meeting the bad characteristics of only one person while his had been an eye-opener about a whole species.
"Mm, this is delicious,""Try this."
Erik was still deep in his thoughts when, suddenly, Maeve was completely going off-topic, sending him into a confused state even. He cleared his features, looking right back at her, still furrowing his brows without even realizing that he did. Erik didn't take her offer to try the food but instead asked her a question that brought back some of the intensity of the former moment. "Is that man still on the loose somewhere?" There were a lot more questions resonating with this. Do you still know him? Where can I find him? Would you mind if I kill him? The last two of them, of course, none that Erik would actually ask out loud.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jan 16, 2022 13:55:43 GMT -8
Maeve had been wrong when she thought changing the mood and conversation back to what it had been would take. She heard the cold steely tone of his question and it caused her to finally look at him again. His expression might be stony, but the hint of vengeance in his eyes showed her that he cared for her more than she'd realized.
"No," she reassured, abandoning the spoon once again, to give her full attention to easing away whatever remaining concerns--or ideas--might be filling his mind. "My sister never gave up on me. She figured out what was happening, used her gift to heal my mind against the holds he had in place so that she could get through to me. She suggested we make a run for it, but I talked her out of that." Maeve shrugged. It had been difficult to bring this up, but now that she'd opened up and started talking about it, it was getting a little easier, perhaps even a little therapeutic. "What was to stop him from finding us? Or choosing someone else to play his perfect version of house with? I wanted to put an end to him but... she talked me out of that." Maeve smirked, able to find a little humor in that after all this time. She was thankful that Ivette had talked her out of reacting in the heat of anger. Having blood on her hands and an instant end for him would not have been as satisfying as how things had ended up. "It took careful planning and a lot of time, but he's muzzled and rotting away in some deep, dark prison somewhere."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Feb 4, 2022 11:55:51 GMT -8
"Good," was all Erik said after all her explaining. It was only one word, yet full of expression in just that, while his features remained rather stone-cold. In a way, he was glad that the man who had put harm on Maeve was still breathing, although Erik would want to see him dead, but then it could never be him who, one day, might be the one ending things, hypothetically spoken, of course. Maybe Maeve had been much stronger with the decision of keeping that man alive, but to Erik, vengeance was part of his incentive, always had been, all he knew.
With no more words or questioning, Erik turned his attention back to their meal, after all. "These are great, aren't they?" he asked, regarding the food on his fork, as if they hadn't just talked about serious stuff.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 5, 2022 17:08:32 GMT -8
The rest of Saturday passes.
It is now Sunday, October 26, 1975, late morning.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 5, 2022 19:33:51 GMT -8
It had been a glorious weekend, one that she would never forget. There were a few moments that had allowed them to understand each other better and that softened the older memories of frustration that had accompanies some of their heated debates during her visits to his cell.
Still, there was much they did not know about each other. There'd been a few moments where their attempts at talking and getting to know more about each other had been interrupted by their inability to keep their hands off each other.
As they spent a lazy Sunday morning in bed, they revisited one such topic, Maeve having been the one to broch the subject after she'd revealed yesterday why it was a touchy subject when one approached it in the wrong manner. It was the one regarding her abilities.
Laying on her side, she propped herself up on an arm, resting her cheek against her hand. Maeve briefly went over the obvious of her ability to teleport anywhere at any time, which he'd witnessed her doing plenty of yesterday for just one meal, but explained now about how she was able to teleport to a place she'd never seen to know she was landing in a safe spot and to do so without being seen, no less.
"You already know I can create a simulation of myself--Sim, as my sister named my copy," she said with a fond grin as an aside, "I'm able to control the density of my Sim. Fully formed, I'm completely tangible. People have no idea that it's not actually me standing right there interacting with them." Maeve looked off to the side as she recalled the rare occasion where that wasn't the case. "Well, my sister almost always figured it out, but my parents, I could sometimes fool them." She grinned at old memories and at the tightknit bond with a sister who knew her so well that she could spot the slightest, minute quirk in her simulation's mannerisms or expressions that didn't perfectly, one-hundred percent line up with her real self. "However," she said, getting back on track as she looked at him once again, "I can go the complete opposite, the way I was when visiting you. I'm completely intangible when I'm invisible, like a ghost." She was reminded of Peter's nickname for her and again she grinned fondly. "I can walk through walls, furniture, other people. I try to avoid that last one. Creepy as hell." She shuddered just at the memory of it.
"Before I teleport anywhere, even if I've been to that place a million times, I first send the invisible simulation of myself to be sure the coast is clear. If it's a new place, I'll wander a bit, familiarize myself, make sure I find a spot that is safe and where I can be sure there are no eyes before I teleport my actual self over."
Maeve reached over, lacing her fingers with Erik's. "My turn now. All those times I visited you, you must have conjured up a picture in your head of what you thought I looked like. I've been dying to know what you imagined."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Mar 2, 2022 8:17:53 GMT -8
With his head casually resting on one of his arms, Erik listened to her every word without interrupting. Only a blink of his eyes every now and then was the only reaction seen on his features. Sometimes random thoughts were interrupting his attention, like when she talked about walking through people. Not that he would dare to ask her making an exception to satisfy his curiosity how it might feel for those people, or if they could feel it in the first place, but rather a memory where Erik had had the feeling to have sensed her. Back in that cold cell with only her visits to give him some warmth, there had been a moment where he could swear that their hands had touched. However, before Erik was able to say anything to her explaining at all, Maeve suddenly turned the tables again. He had to grin at that. They would probably never change this, no matter that now they had all the time in the world. Well, hopefully. It was the question then, though, that made his grin grow even wider.
"My turn now. All those times I visited you, you must have conjured up a picture in your head of what you thought I looked like. I've been dying to know what you imagined."
Erik remained silent for some more seconds, only looking at her with that grin, utterly amused by now. Instead of an answer, he went for a question himself. "Were you afraid I might not be satisfied with the raw version?"
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 26, 2022 9:50:05 GMT -8
Maeve narrowed her eyes at him, feigning suspicion as she rolled atop him. She held his hands captive above his head with her own as she playfully interrogated him. "Are you avoiding the question, Mr. Lehnsherr?" she admonished. Maeve leaned in close, teasingly keeping her lips close. "You know, there are ways," she moved her body suggestively against his in demonstration, "to make a man talk." She kissed him, deeply and passionately but cut it short, leaving them both starving for more so that she could playfully torture him further. She started to work her way down his jaw, down his neck, and across his chest as she spoke between kisses. "If you were expecting some blonde-haired, brown-eyed, tiny whisp of a creature, well, I'm sorry to disappoint," she said, finally finding her way to lingering above his lips again as she waited eagerly for his response or retaliation, with no hint of actual disappointment in her tone or on her features. Maeve did not look or sound as if she was fishing for validation or flattery. She was happy with who she was and comfortable in her body. The way Erik looked at her, and most especially, the way he'd been appreciating every inch of her over and over again all weekend long made it evident that whether she was what he'd pictured or not, he was not disappointed.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Mar 27, 2022 9:22:56 GMT -8
"Not at all... disappointed..." was all Erik was able to bring forth before he would just give in to the temptation of another round of sex. He was just a man, after all, but especially was he weak when it came to Maeve. He hadn't come to answer her question about how he had imagined her lookings, but his actions and the look in his eyes when staring into hers made clear that, whatever his imagination had been, the real thing was all he wanted now.
It was not much later - well, not that not much later - that they finally crawled out of bed and went downstairs to prepare breakfast. While Maeve busied herself at the kitchen bar, Erik approached her from behind, laying both his arms around her. "Looks good," he whispered close to her ear, leaving it open if he really meant the food she was chopping or the parts of her body he was looking down at.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 27, 2022 15:51:42 GMT -8
Maeve was preparing a salad to accompany the leftovers. Not your usual breakfast fare, but they had so many leftovers from last night. Besides, they had been living outside of time and reality all weekend, so it's not as if her body was aware and craving something more suitable for the breakfast hour.
Erik's warmth enveloped her and a serene smile touched her lips as his arms went around her waist. She angled her head slightly, welcoming the nuzzle of his face at her neck.
"Looks good,"
The whisper of his breath at her ear and the timbre of his voice vibrating through her send a thrill down to her toes. "Nothing you haven't enjoyed before," she answered with the same double entendre, unable to stop herself from putting down the knife and turning in his arms, placing her arms around his neck before continuing very suggestively, "and nothing you won't be enjoying many, many times again," she finished in a seductive whisper as she ran her fingers up his neck and into his hair to pull him down into a lingering kiss.
Maeve felt herself getting caught up and reluctantly pulled back, placing one more quick kiss on his lips before turning again in his arms back to her task with a smile full of promises for later. She pulled her hair over one shoulder to free up the side he'd been nuzzling in case he wished to continue his task while she continued hers.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 1, 2022 4:05:07 GMT -8
"Nothing you haven't enjoyed before,"
The slight grin around his lips grew a little wider as he heard her words. "Very true..." Erik whispered back, even more closely to her ear, totally aware of the chill his actions sent down her spine and probably her whole body, just as it did with his own. Never before had he felt such a desire in all his flesh and bones.
"and nothing you won't be enjoying many, many times again,"
Her words and the warm breath on his skin were sending some more of this desire through him, no matter the fact that they had just left the bed, and not for sleeping, not in the classic meaning of it at least. Erik leaned into the kiss while he placed one hand on Maeve's cheek and chin before, eventually, she slowed their act down. Yeah, maybe it was better that way. Otherwise, they might end up in a neverending loop.
However, Erik took the unspoken offer to continue his task while she turned to take on hers again, although more controlled now.
After a short pause, he spoke up again, saying something that probably wasn't well-conceived, even though, at some point, they had to face the fact that this weekend of bothering nothing outside their little world was coming to an end. "Have you thought about that offer again?" he asked while gently kissing Maeve's ear lobe.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 2, 2022 23:08:03 GMT -8
Maeve was becoming increasingly distracted as Erik continued to pull her under his spell. The little bit of clear mindedness she could hold onto was concentrated on her task with a knife. Maeve couldn't think past what he was doing so her mind took it as a playful innuendo regarding something he may have whispered in her ear at another time he'd turned her mind to mush. "Offer?" she questioned, her voice sultry with what he was doing to her.
With a happy chuckle over the things he made her feel, Maeve tried to regain some control before he could clear up her confusion with what she assumed would be sexy, detailed descriptions between actions to remind her of said offer that would simply lead them right back into bed. "We really should take it easy today," she said on another happy chuckle. "I need to save up as much energy as I can for tomorrow. Something tells me it's going to be a crazy day at work," she teased, making light of the utter chaos that had probably been ensuing at Trask since the breakout and would be continuing into the start of the work week.
With that consuming thought, Maeve was starting to accomplish gathering her thoughts and reviewing how she'd left things. Early last week, she'd made it a point to mention she'd be "out of town" for the weekend as a form of alibi which also doubled to get her out of having to deal with the aftermath until Monday. But despite that, she had no doubt that they'd been intermittently trying to reach her at her apartment all weekend just in case her plans changed or she arrived back home early.
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