Centurion Prime

AND DON’T LIE.

  Mystique stepped up to him without hesitance before answering his question. “Lucky guess?” She whispered, fingers undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt. The entire time she did this, she kept her golden gaze locked onto his, and once she finished the last button, she ran her hands over her chest, nails lightly digging into his skin till they reached his neck. And then they reached behind his neck, bringing him into a slow, yet powerful kiss. One that made the air in her lunges push against her rib cage. Her body was now pushing up against his as she took her time with this kiss.

He teased, knowing every guy had a weakness for lace. Simply standing in view of her from a few feet away, he waited to see what was next.

  Mystique played it with a pout, like she was desperate for his company and if she didn’t get it, she would just die of misery and loneliness. She had even let out a small chuckle, biting down lightly on the tip of her tongue, waiting for him to let her in.

“Come on in then...”

“Well...to whom do I owe this pleasure, Ms. Monroe?”

“Let me get your number in case I want to put one in,” Mystique teased, her smile turning into her biting down lightly on her bottom lip. He was tempting her and she was very aware she was falling for it.

Another hint of a sultry tone escaped his lips before he turned and began to walk out. If anything, he was certain he’d hear from her soon.

   “So friends with shitty benefits,” Mystique said, catching on very quickly by watching him closely. She had to question whether he was almost flirting with her – he wouldn’t. Not with an enigma like her. And then she pushed further, waiting to see if he would continue on. “Hopefully your next friend with benefits isn’t as dull and boring as SHIELD.”

Sure, it was a bit on the blunt side of things, but at this rate, he was trying to at least get something out of this little delivery.

                  “Long term booty call, of course..”

His words became a bit softer, adding a smirk to his final statement, continuing with the already existent sense of humor, now adding a hint of flirtation in the mix.

“And you’ve been SHIELD’s messenger for how long?” She asked, eyebrow cocked. With a codename like that, there had to be something more to him than just being a messenger. He sounded important ; and she wanted to find out what exactly he was about.

A smirk cracked along the corner of his lips as his eyes remained locked with her own. He could tell by the tone of her voice that she was becoming a little curious. It was certainly a mutual feeling however. With blue skin, amber eyes, and a codename like ‘Mystique,’ she certainly wasn’t your average woman sitting at the front desk.

She ignored the first word, and a smile dances onto her lips. She was interested to see who the new recruits were, since she believed more members will mean more people to interact with and to defend the earth.  “Probably a group of six of more, they might be put in a new team, or placed in any of the already established teams. It is either the West Coast Avengers, or somewhere else..”

His tone hinting at disapproval, sighing a bit before making his last statement. Proceeding down the hall, the two past by a set of guards before making their way into the training facility.

“Call me Mystique,” She said, her interest clearly focused on the man rather than her magazine ; it was a pile of printed shit, anyway. And she wanted to know those who she did business with. 

“I’m Nova.”

He joked, despite his obvious arousal with the gorgeous telepath.

“I’ll be sure to inform Fury about this ‘test.’ We’ll ready a room for it and hopefully, we’ll be able to figure all this out with minimalistic consequences. And I’ll also note your comment about the color red.”