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There’s a rat in the kitchen (closed)

Who: Mystique (

onlyhomemade)
Where: His room
When: Evening, 2/10
Rating: PG-13 for the time being
Summary: Gabriel invited Mystique to his room. He didn't give specifics on how their meeting had to go, though.
The Story:

Mystique has been lazing about in her room, scheming evil schemes and generally enjoying the stretch of normalcy that she's finding to be sadly uncommon in Wonderland. But scheming is only entertaining for so long. Then she remembers--ah, yes--she had someone she could visit. She'd put it off for a sufficient amount of time, so why not? Besides, waiting builds anticipation so well.

Soon enough she was in front of Gabriel's door, giving a few gentle raps and waiting. When there's no answer after a while, she frowns slightly. How unfair. He was supposed to be there on her time schedule.

Then Mystique chuckles to herself. What is she, some amateur?

Minutes later, she's graciously let herself in for him and is musing over her surroundings. Not subtle, is he? Not that she'd expect anything less. It's all a bit gaudy for her tastes, but she's not one to judge.

Eventually, she perches herself on what she can only imagine must be a throne (yes, he's definitely not subtle) and continues looking around. So this is how archangels live, hmm?

She crosses her legs, snorting to herself as she waits. How delightfully droll.

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Gabriel had been out and about Wonderland as he is prone to go on long flights and explore as much as he can. He's probably done countless laps around the land by now, memorizing each nook, cranny and scar in the grass. He probably knows about as much as he can find about the physical landscape, how far he can fly east, west, north or south, or how high he can go before he's thrown back to the start. It's frustrating to say the least and any questions he might throw at the residents get him much of the same. He usually spends much of his time in the bar, or pays a daily visit to the diner. So when his day is done he returns to the room he calls home on the 10th floor.

Today he's only had a few at the bar, not really feeling as social he's come back to finish his night of drinking with his own stash. He opens the door and steps through the candle-lit threshold, only to pause at the figure comfortably seated on his throne. He slowly closes the door behind him, eyes reflecting some amusement at the intruder. He tilts his head as he studies her and slowly approaches. He'll pause by the bar to pull out a bottle, pouring two glasses instead of just one.

"I haven't kept you waiting long I hope."

He then walks over to her to offer her the extra glass.

"Though when I said you could visit I wasn't exactly expecting you to invite yourself in."

It's not as if he keeps the door locked while he's gone, he doesn't have any secrets to hide in here, just his stash of booze. The closets give him more when he needs it. He's not upset by the turn of events either, quite the opposite. The unexpected is a good change to his day thus far.

"I'm glad to see you took me up on the offer."

He'll sip his wine slowly, observing her over the rim of the glass with curiosity and amusement.

"It hasn't been long enough to be rude, no."

Mystique accepts the glass from him, smiling coyly. She's not really one for alcohol, unless she's using it to ply people into doing what she wants. That, and who's to stop someone from doing the same to her? She's got a modicum of respect for Gabriel, however, so she trusts he wouldn't do anything so unbecoming of a gentleman.

After a small roll of her shoulders, she gets more comfortable and takes a sip from her glass. "I take opportunities as I see them," she quips once she's swallowed, "and one presented itself. It would've been criminal for me not to."

Mystique returns her attention to the room, gently swirling her glass as she lounges like she owns the place. He's so full of vices, this one. It makes her lips pucker thoughtfully. For someone who's generally not used to staying in one place for too long, it's all rather unusual for her.

"You can have a seat, by the way." Ah, what a gracious host she is. She gazes back at him, eyes impish. "When someone stands over me, it puts me on edge."

Gabriel wouldn't dream of using alcohol as a means of weakening someone to his charms. It helps, sure, but he's got enough charisma and confidence that he didn't need to use other means to get what he wants. He's glad she has enough respect and trust of him to take the offer however.

He can't help but to raise his brows at the amount of nerve she shows next, acting as if she owns the room instead of him. He studies her a moment, contemplating if he wants to be kind enough to follow the direction given or not. He understands it unnerves her, but he's not quite gullible enough to simply lay down and take direction from the mutant. It didn't matter how beautiful and intriguing she was.

"I would, but it appears someone is in my seat." He answers with a soft chuckle, joking almost passive-aggressively. He'll remain standing but move away from her to give her space at least. This way it won't seem like he's looming over her.

"You seem comfortable at least." He turns to lean back with his elbow against the bar. He sips his drink a moment then decides to cut to the chase.

"To what do I owe the honor of this visit tonight?"

Mystique breathes out in amusement, her eyes following him as he moves away. "Yes, I'd say I'm pretty comfortable. Makes me feel quite majestic, sitting here." There's a slight jab at him hidden in there, if he cares to look for it, but it's all in jest. It's not a day ending in Y if she's not teasing someone.

But it's time to get down to business, she supposes, which is fine by her. She sits a bit straighter, her expression going unreadable. It's a force of habit, not allowing people to read her much, if at all. It takes away all the intrigue if people know her feelings.

"You want to know more about me. And I wouldn't mind knowing more about you." Mystique shrugs lightly, glancing away as one corner of her mouth twitches upward. She'll fluff up his ego a bit while she's at it. "I mean, you were the only person that caught my attention at that bore of a ball, so why not?"

When she looks back at him, her face is still blank as ever, but her next sentence is dripping with suggestiveness. "I'm sure we could help each other out."

There was a distinct part of Gabriel that was calculating every angle of this seductive game they were playing. He sips his wine and considers his options, feeling as though if he went over there and attempted to pluck her out of his chair she'd lay him out flat and leave. Two options ring loud and clear in his mind to get her right where he wants her and it's either by getting down on his knees before her to lavish her and give her exactly what she wants or... continue to play the game and make her come and get it.

He doesn't know Mystique well, in fact she still hasn't given her name, but he'd like to think he's a good judge of character. Something tells him that though she may enjoy dominating a man, she enjoys a partner that stands on equal ground, one she has to work to claim as hers. One that won't just submit at the start.

He smiles softly, heat rising into his expression, drinking down the last of his glass before setting the goblet aside.

"Does that mean you'll give me your name?" He looks intrigued, certainly she has every bit of his attention. He'll push off the bar to walk over and sit on the edge of his bed.

"I mean, it makes it more entertaining if I have something to call out in bed." He has no shame in putting his intentions right out there on the table. It may be a bit too forward but if she hasn't come here for that, it's fine by him. They can entertain each other any which way.

Her laughter rings through the room, his sheer nerve warming her insides. "So bold! Thankfully I like that."

She drinks down some more of her own wine, suppressing more laughter. Honestly, she'd forgotten about not giving her name. It was simply meant as something to add more interest to their encounter at the ball. She's normally quite giving with it otherwise. The more people that know her name, and possibly fear it, the better.

"It's Mystique." She stands, slinking over to his bed but not moving to sit. Instead, she stops in front of him, one finger lightly clinking against her glass. "Though if you'll get to call it out is yet to be seen."

Mystique gives him an appraising stare, her arms crossing loosely, finger still tapping. "So, you single-handedly killed billions of humans, hmm? Tell me more."

Evaluating him as an ally comes first. Fun later.

"Mystique." He purrs her name softly letting it roll off his tongue. It was satisfying. He wonders if it was her given name or something she called herself, but regardless it was who she was.

"Well," he leans back on one hand, waving the other some what dismissively with a half-shrug.

"I had an army at my disposal, but lets not mince-words. I got my hands dirty enough with human entrails as Heaven's General." Which was an impressive title, he thinks. He was just as much on that battlefield as any one of his angels.

"One of my personal favorites is ripping their heads clean from their shoulders." A flash of something wild and blood-thirsty in his eyes, but he recedes into that calm, cool demeanor.

"When my father left his orders were clear. I followed them, gathered up my angels and scattered any angels who resisted. They either died or went into hiding. My own Twin stands against me to help what's left of humanity but I'm slowly weakening their only three remaining societies in the cradle."

He scoffs, it was almost child's-play really. "They have their Chosen One but he's practically dancing right into my palm. With time we'll decipher the script on his body and I'll win my war."

He tilts his head at her, "I'm immortal and nothing short of a nuclear explosion can kill me. Even that, I've survived."

Perhaps he enjoys talking about his victories too much, caught up in telling his story.

"I walked up to their gates, surrendered and despite having me in confinement I tore them apart from the inside and escaped with not a scratch. Their society will crumble in on itself and I can watch from my Aerie and laugh."

Or perhaps he wishes to impress her. It's hard to tell. One thing is for sure is he hopes they can have fun, he needs a new flavor. Demons are fun and all, but he was never one to stick to one lover. He likes variety.

"But... enough about me. What about you? What's your story? I want to know everything."

"Hmm."

That soft noise is the only reaction that he gets for some time. She paces around a bit, digesting all the information he's given her. Many things stuck out, many things that she likes. A human slayer. Clearly has power. He can lead an army. Shame it's not here, but that's fine. And immortal. There's only one man she's met that could very well meet that definition, but he'll probably end up getting himself killed, even with that thick adamantium skull of his. For shame.

Dear Wolverine's not here, however, so she pushes him out of her mind. Mystique pauses her pacing to eye Gabriel. "Hmm."

Back to pacing. The only downside she can find is his lack of subtlety. Then again, everyone has their own way of doing things. Hell, if she were immortal, she'd probably do whatever she damn well pleased, too. And...Erik didn't exactly know the art of subtlety, either. It hadn't kept her from his side, had it?

Mystique makes another thoughtful noise, then nods to herself. She's made her decision. "Impressive."

At that, she finishes off her wine and puts the cup aside. Then she returns to the bed, taking a seat next to Gabriel. She coyly smiles, crossing her legs primly. He's quickly earning her interest, and definitely earning more respect.

"As for me, well. I'm not sure what there is to say," she remarks, tilting her head while she ponders. Mystique is not a forthcoming woman, so it'll probably take some prodding to get much more out of her. "I'm a mutant. My partner and I will someday put mutantkind in its rightful place."

She huffs. "Of course, we have a few thorns in our side. But nothing we can't handle." With a shrug, her arms cross again. "That's really all there is to know."

Gabriel watches the young woman pace before him for a time as he speaks, mulling it all over as if deciding if he were even worth her time. He's calm, curious to see the result but confident she'll find him appealing. He's almost a little smug when she calls him impressive, the slightest smirk twisting up one corner of his lips. Blue eyes study her, listening intently and sparking with interest and mischief. He's pleased when she finally sits with him speaks more about herself, quite happy to prod for more.

"Partner?" His brows raise, the clear question in that one word is, what kind of partner? Is it just business or pleasure? Or both?

"Humans have always been so hard-pressed to accept anything different than themselves, including each other." He sighs with disappointment. "It's part of why my father left them."

And why he was now charged with destroying them.

His eyes fall slowly down her curves like water, admiring how her blue skin has it's own natural shine. He licks his lips to wet them as they roam back up to that piercing yellow gaze, wondering how quickly he'd lose his hand if he touched her.

"I personally find your exotic look to be breath-taking."

"Partner. Lover. Object of hate. We've been many things over the years," she murmurs absently. Honestly, it was hard to keep up sometimes. She and Erik were two very headstrong and stubborn people, so tiffs and such were bound to pop up here and there. That, and the two of them had a knack for ending up in prisons. Not for long, though. "Depends on my mood, I suppose."

She chuckles at the thought of Erik and her. She almost misses his wrinkly old face. "At least you and I agree on something. What a lovely start we're off to."

Mystique lets out a contented sigh, leaning back on her elbows as he so clearly undresses her with his eyes. Well, undresses her in spirit. Not like there's much to take off. It's amusing how obvious he is, not that she's going to make any effort to stop him. She's ever so pleased to have so much attention focused on her.

Her chin tilts up, satisfaction painted all over her face. "Few men can appreciate me for what I am," she hums, rolling her shoulders playfully. "Not that I'd expect anything less of you."

She pushes back up, lightly walking two fingers up his arm before resting her chin on his shoulder. The booze is making her a bit cuddly. "Guess you don't have any women like me in your world. Such a shame."

"Oh?" He responds quietly to the whole 'partner/lover/enemy' comment, finding it intriguing. At first he thought if this person showed up he might have to be concerned about making someone jealous, but in the end he's not so sure that would be the case. Not that he'd actually care, if the man, or woman, showed and WAS jealous he'd probably be amused by it. But then he did have somewhat of a sadistic streak.

He smiles softly as she languidly stretches back to let him take all of her in with pride. Eyes crinkle slightly at the corners with his amusement, darkened with desire as she walks two fingers up his arm and makes herself more comfortable at his side. He shifts his weight to lift a hand and smooth it over the small of her back, fingers moving slowly over the ridges of her unique skin, like scales but not... They brush gently, memorizing and getting a feel before he wraps his hand around her hip. He pulls her a little closer, his other hand finding a home at the top of her knee. It moves up over her thigh, doing much the same as its partner had, taking in ever warm inch as it finds a good resting place, tips teasing slightly along the inside. It stops well away from anything interesting but it wouldn't take much for him to go for more. He waits for the appropriate cues and permission, however.

"You would be correct. And it is a terrible shame." His blue eyes stare into those yellow ones, trying to read her and finding it difficult. He knows there's interest and desire, but that's about all, yet he finds enjoyment out of looking into those unique eyes.

"All the more reason I wish to take an opportunity when I see it. I may never have this chance again. I want to get better acquainted before we find a way home."

Mystique purrs at the attention she's getting from his hands. She's glad for it in more ways than one. It feels great, of course! But also it's managed to get him off the topic of her. Already she felt like she was giving too much away, leaving nothing to keep him interested. Really, it's not often she comes across celestial beings. Or more like never.

In the meantime, one of her hands has snaked up his front, nails clawing lightly at his throat. His words make her snicker softly. So full of hidden meaning, they are. Thankfully, she's well-versed in the language of double entendres. "You'll get plenty acquainted, in due time. But never on the first date. I'd hate to seem like I'm easy or something."

See? Double entendre queen.

Despite her words, however, she still acts seductive as ever. Putting her agility to full use, Mystique slides out of his grip and shifts to straddle his hips. The view is much better on top, in her opinion. "Besides, I'm not done talking. Tell me, how many more are there like you here?"

"Nothing wrong with being Easy but I must admit I do love a challenge."

His chin tilts up as her nails rake at his throat and he smirks softly at her. He lets her make herself comfortable, hands finding her hips with ease and sliding strong hands back to grip her ass. He pulls her against him but for the most part leaves it at that. He's content to let the warmth between them gently build on its own and take his time, as she wishes to do.

"Like me? Only one, my Twin. But there are other Archangels from another world." His eyes roam over her, enjoying the view indeed.

"And you? Are there more people like you or from your world?"

She chuckles, deep her throat, then quips, "Then I'm sure we'll get along nicely."

If anyone asked her, Mystique would vehemently deny that she's finding it difficult to resist temptation right now. Coming from her, that's something, being the temptress that she is. His tight grip and closeness and warmth--it's all rather entrancing. But she knows better. The so-called thrill of the chase disappears when, well, the chase is over.

She can still have some fun, though. Right?

"There's only me, as far as I can tell," comes her answer. His question is pointedly ignored, just so he won't go questioning why she'd want to know how many angels were around. "Wonderland wanted the best, I suppose."

Mystique leans in like she did at the ball sometime ago, lips fluttering against his cheek as she smiles. She's determined to keep their conversation off of her. That, and have her fun. "What would I have to do to see those wings again, hmm?"

Gabriel won't deny the soft shudder of arousal as she presses closer and her lips brush his cheek. A wave of goosebumps spread down his throat and he purrs softly with a hum. His hands move, spreading out over her back, then up her sides, slowly inching up towards her chest. He licks his lips to wet them, tempted to palm her full breasts and massage them in his fingers. He resists, stopping his hands at her rib cage. He turns his head, nose brushing her skin as he whispers back.

"You may need to heat me up a bit more."

Just as his body would respond to her if she worked to get him aroused, his wings would do the same. Of course, he could call them out at any time, but he was feeling a little selfish. She didn't need to do anything she wouldn't want, but he won't lie and say he'd love for her to turn him on. Even if he had to handle it himself when she left.

"A kiss. Perhaps?"

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