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Bella distracts Magneto long enough for her recruits to pack their things onto the boat.
Having given up on pacing, Erik has dropped himself into one of the two chairs on either side of the steel chess table towards one corner of his dimly-lit bedroom. A battered, ancient copy of Moby Dick is back in his left hand, but his glare is focused dimly upon the blackened iron knight-piece being turned slowly over its square in his right on his side of the board. Posture lazy and undignified, he's slouched a little awkwardly against the hard metal edges of his chair.
He really should be focussing that attention on his door. The door that's pushed open to allow Bella into his room. Thought she'd left? Oh no, she intends to give her children enough time to gather their things and hurry to the boat. Not to mention, she's not done yet. Bella slinks into the room, black silk wrapped snug around her body like a glove. A dress that leaves little to the imagination. Her hair is perfection, soft waves of brown that frame her face just -so-. The light flickers, adding a sparkle to already dazzling green beauties. Or perhaps all of that is a play in his mind, lust increased twenty fold as Bella strode towards the room. Either way, she's stunning, leaning back against his door as it clicks shut behind her. "Tsk, Erik darling. You weren't planning to see me off?"
Magneto is slow to catch the movement around her entry, but once she's there, she's definitely there, and the dim blue glow from the far wall quickly brightens to burn more boldly across the room - Erik's grip on the knight released as he pushes himself upright in his chair. It's a few more seconds before he catches himself staring - his brow creasing into a knit. Muddled. Vaguely distracted. "I rather thought Achilles would be more appreciative of my company." The dog in question lifts his head drowsily to peer at Bella at the sound of his name.
Bella watches his reaction through drooped lashes, letting that glimmer of green be shielded from view for a few moments. She stays right where she is, though if he moves closer, she'll move away, staying always just out of arms reach. Possession. Lust was easy enough to control, but let's make it a bit more advanced shall we? "Oh sweetheart. You know that no matter how harsh my words are, I always appreciate your company." A seductive smile, the trigger. The need to possess. To prove ownership. But that, unlike the lust laden through his mind, only comes in short, soft bursts.
Somewhere in Erik's mind, there are all kinds of alarm bells ringing. He's seen Bella like this for weeks, now. It's hardly natural to just now be noticing the particular elegance of this curve, or that, or the slant of her hips...The smile isn't paid much heed. The state of her breasts are apparently much more important to him, though it's not until that first brush of possessive need that he actually stands, pathetically. "I'm not entirely sure..."
Bella sees exactly where his eyes are resting and chuckles softly, letting the dress tighten against the strain of the movement it causes. She pushes away from the wall and begins to step forward, arm extending. Mere fingertips brush along his arm as she glides past him, to settle on the edge of the bed, chin tilting to regard him. "Not sure? Woman are often a puzzle aren't they? Leaving you doubting yourself." A lean leg crosses over the other. "Do you doubt that I want you?" Want, the word forces another brush of possessive energy through his veins.
Erik's glare is at an odd balance, vacant and intense, as his ego claws hopelessly after his id, which is doing an increasingly thorough job of convincing his superego, which is, in turn working on the man himself. All of this takes time, mind - teeth baring out in a thin line at the brush, only to fade as he turns to follow her progress past him, to the bed. "No..." His heart gives a jolt in his chest before he can answer in more detail than that, a step immediately taken for her.
Bella chuckles again, lifting a hand to gently brush up along her chest and neck to settle against full lips, still pulled into that seductive smile. Her chin dips down, fingers coming to rest on the side of her jaw as she watches him now through the strands of hair allowed to drift in front of her face. Recently washed hair. The scent isn't hard to miss. Her scent. Vanilla and Sin, so perfectly blended. Irresistible. Smile fades into a pout. The need to possess. The need to claim. And suddenly the need to protect. The pout, so soft, so sad. Won't he protect her? He is after all, the only one who can. Isn't that right? "And me?" The tiniest voice. "Should I doubt that you want me?"
"Bella..." The concern isn't difficult to draw forth. He's already concerned. He just doesn't know what about, anymore, and she seems as likely a source as anything else in his room. Nevermind himself - cold eyes bare and hollow, and /needy/. Needing to protect...perhaps sex really isn't the best way do that, but if she wants it - him - another step is taken, and Erik turns to sink down onto the bed next to her, looking very lost.
Bella is actually startled by how easy that one was to pull free, but she can think on that later. Right now there is a job to do. "Erik.." she responds, twisting her body enough to watch him sink next to her. The hand falls from her chin to his hand, fingers sliding themselves between his larder ones. Warmth floods from her touch, creating goose bumps as she continues to press against his mind. Despite the touch, her bottom lip trembles. "You didn't answer the questions." she whispers and lifts her gaze, letting it bore into his, desperate and sad. "Don't you want me? Don't you -need- me?" Need. Another trigger as he feels just that. The need.
Back stiff, shoulders and jaw set, annoyance can be briefly but clearly read in the lines around his mouth at his own inability to respond properly. To /think/ properly. "Sabella, I'm having a difficult time--" Forcibly gruff, his hand remains lax until that need jabs at him again, and it squeezes painfully back against hers as his eyes roll up off the floor and onto her, angry and suspicious. He hasn't wanted a woman like this in a while, and he knows it.
Bella resists a squeak as he tightens his grip, her eyes taking on a dangerous sparkle as she faces down the anger. "There's the man that I pledged my everything to. Once upon a time." She whispers, snaking closer. So easy to be suspicious. But she makes it that much harder by pressing those very dangerous curves against his side, pressing deeper into his mind. She is somewhat careful, not wanting to break his mind after all. Soft lips so close to his ear, hot breath exhaled in a whisper. "Perhaps you are having a difficult time. But I can admit when I want something. When I need something." She leans even closer, letting her lips just barely brush flesh. "And I need you." Need.
Magneto is not as careful, curled fingertips digging hard into the back of her hand as she comes in close, but there's really no going back now. "Desire and need are not the same." Confused and angry, he's finally pared the entire situation down to the fact that she's extremely attractive, and he wants very much to make the most of her while she's still around. Turning into that brush of lips, he's not particularly subtle or gentle, torso twisting around to force her back into the bed.
Bella can feel the bones ache with the pressure, and if that look on her face is any indication, she rather enjoys it. "No, I suppose not. But they tend to get the same results." A soft gasp, faux surprise as he forces her back against the bed. Her lips curl into a grin moments before he claims them as she mentally tallies the time. That took maybe ten minutes? An hour and twenty left to fill before she has to meet the others. And she intends to use every moment.
--------FTB and then back again---------
Magneto is still mostly dressed, if that's any indication of the hurry he was in, dark brown shirt only partially unbuttoned, but heavily rumpled, and damp with sweat. Which pretty much sums up the entirety of his bed, really - a semi-baffled glance sent down over it as he shifts to prop himself up on an elbow.
Bella is currently draped beside him, still in her dress, which is currently being tugged down once more to fit around her hips. "You never disappoint." Bella laughs, reaching between the curves in her chest to pull out a tube of lipstick. She rises from the bed, and slinks towards a mirror, reapplying, ensuring her lips look as sinfully sweet as possible. The tube is replaced as she glances back. Let that confusion linger for a moment as she turns to watch his reflection. "I'll be taking some of them with me you know."
In a manuever that only Erik could manage, he shifts to drag his trousers back up with a measure of (distracted) dignity, knit brows and blank glare falling away from a scene he doesn't quite remember causing long enough to refasten the button, then the fly. The little, easy things that make sense by themselves addressed first and foremost - blue eyes not lifting again until Bella speaks, first to her back, and then to her reflection.
Bella watches him with mild fascination, one arm propped onto the top of the table, chin resting inside the open palm. There's still the softest hint of lust, the after effects of that much power being used in so little a time. "But don't worry. I'll care for them the way you never bothered. It isn't as though you'll miss them. Less mouths to feed right? Which is probably a good thing since you'll be losing my part of the funding for this Island." He'll still have Toxin's, but that's hardly enough considering what Bella pumped into this place.
"I'll still have Toxin's. And Emma's." Erik's ego mutters helpfully. Superego and id are still trying to figure out where his boots went.
Bella finally turns, back resting against the table for a few seconds before she starts to stride back towards him, stopping to scoop up his boots. "Oh of course. Emma Frost. A very reliable source of income." The boot are tossed into his closet before she beams at him sweetly. "You won't be needing those." And then she sinks onto the bed next to him, one hand reaching out to rest against his knee. "Wanna know why?"
Magneto's expression changes little as he watches his boots being located and...tossed into his closet. Well, why not? Free hand lifted to run back through sweat curled hair, his unease at her approach is evident in his eyes, if nowhere else, his head angling slightly away from the touch to his knee. "I'm not entirely certain I do..."
Bella pouts. "Well that just takes all the fun out of gloating." But will it stop her? Nope. "See, here's how the next few minutes are going to play out; I'm going to kiss you, but don't worry about that, I'll be sure it's an enjoyable one. A final kiss should always be special." She squeezes his knee. "And then you're going to take a bit of a nap. Just long enough for me and those I'm taking with me to get off the Island safely of course. And then we're both going to move on with our lives. But you see, I can't have you getting all grumpy with me, sending out your recruits and seniors after mine. So here's the deal. You're going to leave us alone, and if you don't, all those fancy little nanites in your body that are currently resting dormant will be triggered. They will quickly, and painfully begin to rip your insides to shreds. I do know how to reactivate them dear. And if you fuck with me or mine, I will destroy you." Is she sweet? "Now. Kiss me." An order as she once more presses into his mind, grabbing the front of his shirt to drag his mouth to hers.
Magneto comes to somewhat at that. It'd be hard not to, with talk of having his insides ripped to shreds and all - eyes flicking quickly across Sabella's face to determine whether or--mrrmph...Left hand going to the side of his head, Erik shoves at her /hard/ as soon as he's able - panting for breath. And furious - the room very suddenly humming with dangerous magnetic intensity - walls, ceiling, floor, and furnishings all resonating at regular intervals - only to wane almost immediately as the core of the force behind it begins to power down. "Achilles! Agriff!" Ooh, we forgot about Achilles, didn't we? A booming bark echoes across the bedroom and back again, that big sweet dog now looking all kinds of ferocious, with fangs bared and neck ruff standing on end.
Bella falls back against a post as he forces her away from him, grinning. She rises, eyes flickering to the dog as he begins to growl. It's met with a hiss, feline in nature. When you've faced down Logan, Achilles just doesn't seem that threatening. Another look to the quickly fading Erik as a hand reaches out to brush his cheek. "I really did love you, you know. But like all good things, that too has to come to an end. Sleep well, sweet prince."
Erik's eyes are not difficult to interpret. Hate, cold and sleek, until the light and energy behind it flickers and fades, and he slumps harmlessly back into his sheets. Another nasty bark from Achilles, and the canine bounds for the bed. Which he isn't supposed to be on - so that he snaps his jaws at any part of her that might be over the edge.
"That look might have hurt if I hadn't seen it a thousand times before." Bella whispers sadly to herself as her hand falls back to her side, but not quite before jaws can snap at the flesh of her hand. Another hiss as Bella cradles the hand against her chest, glaring down the dog. This is why she's a cat person. Mangy mutt. One last look sweeps through the room, taking in the sleeping body of her former lover. A sigh, muted as Bella turns on her heels and marches for the door. Time to go and make her own destiny.
Achilles doesn't follow, content that he's done his guard dog duty once Bella turns to leave. Fur smooth, tail thumping out a slow beat against the side of the bed, he noses around the edge for any sign that he might get a pat for a job well done, and eventually gives up to curl into the stone of the floor for the night.
Having given up on pacing, Erik has dropped himself into one of the two chairs on either side of the steel chess table towards one corner of his dimly-lit bedroom. A battered, ancient copy of Moby Dick is back in his left hand, but his glare is focused dimly upon the blackened iron knight-piece being turned slowly over its square in his right on his side of the board. Posture lazy and undignified, he's slouched a little awkwardly against the hard metal edges of his chair.
He really should be focussing that attention on his door. The door that's pushed open to allow Bella into his room. Thought she'd left? Oh no, she intends to give her children enough time to gather their things and hurry to the boat. Not to mention, she's not done yet. Bella slinks into the room, black silk wrapped snug around her body like a glove. A dress that leaves little to the imagination. Her hair is perfection, soft waves of brown that frame her face just -so-. The light flickers, adding a sparkle to already dazzling green beauties. Or perhaps all of that is a play in his mind, lust increased twenty fold as Bella strode towards the room. Either way, she's stunning, leaning back against his door as it clicks shut behind her. "Tsk, Erik darling. You weren't planning to see me off?"
Magneto is slow to catch the movement around her entry, but once she's there, she's definitely there, and the dim blue glow from the far wall quickly brightens to burn more boldly across the room - Erik's grip on the knight released as he pushes himself upright in his chair. It's a few more seconds before he catches himself staring - his brow creasing into a knit. Muddled. Vaguely distracted. "I rather thought Achilles would be more appreciative of my company." The dog in question lifts his head drowsily to peer at Bella at the sound of his name.
Bella watches his reaction through drooped lashes, letting that glimmer of green be shielded from view for a few moments. She stays right where she is, though if he moves closer, she'll move away, staying always just out of arms reach. Possession. Lust was easy enough to control, but let's make it a bit more advanced shall we? "Oh sweetheart. You know that no matter how harsh my words are, I always appreciate your company." A seductive smile, the trigger. The need to possess. To prove ownership. But that, unlike the lust laden through his mind, only comes in short, soft bursts.
Somewhere in Erik's mind, there are all kinds of alarm bells ringing. He's seen Bella like this for weeks, now. It's hardly natural to just now be noticing the particular elegance of this curve, or that, or the slant of her hips...The smile isn't paid much heed. The state of her breasts are apparently much more important to him, though it's not until that first brush of possessive need that he actually stands, pathetically. "I'm not entirely sure..."
Bella sees exactly where his eyes are resting and chuckles softly, letting the dress tighten against the strain of the movement it causes. She pushes away from the wall and begins to step forward, arm extending. Mere fingertips brush along his arm as she glides past him, to settle on the edge of the bed, chin tilting to regard him. "Not sure? Woman are often a puzzle aren't they? Leaving you doubting yourself." A lean leg crosses over the other. "Do you doubt that I want you?" Want, the word forces another brush of possessive energy through his veins.
Erik's glare is at an odd balance, vacant and intense, as his ego claws hopelessly after his id, which is doing an increasingly thorough job of convincing his superego, which is, in turn working on the man himself. All of this takes time, mind - teeth baring out in a thin line at the brush, only to fade as he turns to follow her progress past him, to the bed. "No..." His heart gives a jolt in his chest before he can answer in more detail than that, a step immediately taken for her.
Bella chuckles again, lifting a hand to gently brush up along her chest and neck to settle against full lips, still pulled into that seductive smile. Her chin dips down, fingers coming to rest on the side of her jaw as she watches him now through the strands of hair allowed to drift in front of her face. Recently washed hair. The scent isn't hard to miss. Her scent. Vanilla and Sin, so perfectly blended. Irresistible. Smile fades into a pout. The need to possess. The need to claim. And suddenly the need to protect. The pout, so soft, so sad. Won't he protect her? He is after all, the only one who can. Isn't that right? "And me?" The tiniest voice. "Should I doubt that you want me?"
"Bella..." The concern isn't difficult to draw forth. He's already concerned. He just doesn't know what about, anymore, and she seems as likely a source as anything else in his room. Nevermind himself - cold eyes bare and hollow, and /needy/. Needing to protect...perhaps sex really isn't the best way do that, but if she wants it - him - another step is taken, and Erik turns to sink down onto the bed next to her, looking very lost.
Bella is actually startled by how easy that one was to pull free, but she can think on that later. Right now there is a job to do. "Erik.." she responds, twisting her body enough to watch him sink next to her. The hand falls from her chin to his hand, fingers sliding themselves between his larder ones. Warmth floods from her touch, creating goose bumps as she continues to press against his mind. Despite the touch, her bottom lip trembles. "You didn't answer the questions." she whispers and lifts her gaze, letting it bore into his, desperate and sad. "Don't you want me? Don't you -need- me?" Need. Another trigger as he feels just that. The need.
Back stiff, shoulders and jaw set, annoyance can be briefly but clearly read in the lines around his mouth at his own inability to respond properly. To /think/ properly. "Sabella, I'm having a difficult time--" Forcibly gruff, his hand remains lax until that need jabs at him again, and it squeezes painfully back against hers as his eyes roll up off the floor and onto her, angry and suspicious. He hasn't wanted a woman like this in a while, and he knows it.
Bella resists a squeak as he tightens his grip, her eyes taking on a dangerous sparkle as she faces down the anger. "There's the man that I pledged my everything to. Once upon a time." She whispers, snaking closer. So easy to be suspicious. But she makes it that much harder by pressing those very dangerous curves against his side, pressing deeper into his mind. She is somewhat careful, not wanting to break his mind after all. Soft lips so close to his ear, hot breath exhaled in a whisper. "Perhaps you are having a difficult time. But I can admit when I want something. When I need something." She leans even closer, letting her lips just barely brush flesh. "And I need you." Need.
Magneto is not as careful, curled fingertips digging hard into the back of her hand as she comes in close, but there's really no going back now. "Desire and need are not the same." Confused and angry, he's finally pared the entire situation down to the fact that she's extremely attractive, and he wants very much to make the most of her while she's still around. Turning into that brush of lips, he's not particularly subtle or gentle, torso twisting around to force her back into the bed.
Bella can feel the bones ache with the pressure, and if that look on her face is any indication, she rather enjoys it. "No, I suppose not. But they tend to get the same results." A soft gasp, faux surprise as he forces her back against the bed. Her lips curl into a grin moments before he claims them as she mentally tallies the time. That took maybe ten minutes? An hour and twenty left to fill before she has to meet the others. And she intends to use every moment.
--------FTB and then back again---------
Magneto is still mostly dressed, if that's any indication of the hurry he was in, dark brown shirt only partially unbuttoned, but heavily rumpled, and damp with sweat. Which pretty much sums up the entirety of his bed, really - a semi-baffled glance sent down over it as he shifts to prop himself up on an elbow.
Bella is currently draped beside him, still in her dress, which is currently being tugged down once more to fit around her hips. "You never disappoint." Bella laughs, reaching between the curves in her chest to pull out a tube of lipstick. She rises from the bed, and slinks towards a mirror, reapplying, ensuring her lips look as sinfully sweet as possible. The tube is replaced as she glances back. Let that confusion linger for a moment as she turns to watch his reflection. "I'll be taking some of them with me you know."
In a manuever that only Erik could manage, he shifts to drag his trousers back up with a measure of (distracted) dignity, knit brows and blank glare falling away from a scene he doesn't quite remember causing long enough to refasten the button, then the fly. The little, easy things that make sense by themselves addressed first and foremost - blue eyes not lifting again until Bella speaks, first to her back, and then to her reflection.
Bella watches him with mild fascination, one arm propped onto the top of the table, chin resting inside the open palm. There's still the softest hint of lust, the after effects of that much power being used in so little a time. "But don't worry. I'll care for them the way you never bothered. It isn't as though you'll miss them. Less mouths to feed right? Which is probably a good thing since you'll be losing my part of the funding for this Island." He'll still have Toxin's, but that's hardly enough considering what Bella pumped into this place.
"I'll still have Toxin's. And Emma's." Erik's ego mutters helpfully. Superego and id are still trying to figure out where his boots went.
Bella finally turns, back resting against the table for a few seconds before she starts to stride back towards him, stopping to scoop up his boots. "Oh of course. Emma Frost. A very reliable source of income." The boot are tossed into his closet before she beams at him sweetly. "You won't be needing those." And then she sinks onto the bed next to him, one hand reaching out to rest against his knee. "Wanna know why?"
Magneto's expression changes little as he watches his boots being located and...tossed into his closet. Well, why not? Free hand lifted to run back through sweat curled hair, his unease at her approach is evident in his eyes, if nowhere else, his head angling slightly away from the touch to his knee. "I'm not entirely certain I do..."
Bella pouts. "Well that just takes all the fun out of gloating." But will it stop her? Nope. "See, here's how the next few minutes are going to play out; I'm going to kiss you, but don't worry about that, I'll be sure it's an enjoyable one. A final kiss should always be special." She squeezes his knee. "And then you're going to take a bit of a nap. Just long enough for me and those I'm taking with me to get off the Island safely of course. And then we're both going to move on with our lives. But you see, I can't have you getting all grumpy with me, sending out your recruits and seniors after mine. So here's the deal. You're going to leave us alone, and if you don't, all those fancy little nanites in your body that are currently resting dormant will be triggered. They will quickly, and painfully begin to rip your insides to shreds. I do know how to reactivate them dear. And if you fuck with me or mine, I will destroy you." Is she sweet? "Now. Kiss me." An order as she once more presses into his mind, grabbing the front of his shirt to drag his mouth to hers.
Magneto comes to somewhat at that. It'd be hard not to, with talk of having his insides ripped to shreds and all - eyes flicking quickly across Sabella's face to determine whether or--mrrmph...Left hand going to the side of his head, Erik shoves at her /hard/ as soon as he's able - panting for breath. And furious - the room very suddenly humming with dangerous magnetic intensity - walls, ceiling, floor, and furnishings all resonating at regular intervals - only to wane almost immediately as the core of the force behind it begins to power down. "Achilles! Agriff!" Ooh, we forgot about Achilles, didn't we? A booming bark echoes across the bedroom and back again, that big sweet dog now looking all kinds of ferocious, with fangs bared and neck ruff standing on end.
Bella falls back against a post as he forces her away from him, grinning. She rises, eyes flickering to the dog as he begins to growl. It's met with a hiss, feline in nature. When you've faced down Logan, Achilles just doesn't seem that threatening. Another look to the quickly fading Erik as a hand reaches out to brush his cheek. "I really did love you, you know. But like all good things, that too has to come to an end. Sleep well, sweet prince."
Erik's eyes are not difficult to interpret. Hate, cold and sleek, until the light and energy behind it flickers and fades, and he slumps harmlessly back into his sheets. Another nasty bark from Achilles, and the canine bounds for the bed. Which he isn't supposed to be on - so that he snaps his jaws at any part of her that might be over the edge.
"That look might have hurt if I hadn't seen it a thousand times before." Bella whispers sadly to herself as her hand falls back to her side, but not quite before jaws can snap at the flesh of her hand. Another hiss as Bella cradles the hand against her chest, glaring down the dog. This is why she's a cat person. Mangy mutt. One last look sweeps through the room, taking in the sleeping body of her former lover. A sigh, muted as Bella turns on her heels and marches for the door. Time to go and make her own destiny.
Achilles doesn't follow, content that he's done his guard dog duty once Bella turns to leave. Fur smooth, tail thumping out a slow beat against the side of the bed, he noses around the edge for any sign that he might get a pat for a job well done, and eventually gives up to curl into the stone of the floor for the night.