Favorite Things

Mystique lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling in the dark. Though her eyes were much like a cat’s in appearance, they were very definitely human. She could see very little in her bedroom that night—the moon was completely eclipsed by rolling white clouds, and she had opted not to turn on the lights. It was after midnight, she knew that, and here she was awake again, tossing restlessly and unable to sleep.

Swinging her long legs over the edge of the bed, Mystique stood and stretched drowsily. She hadn’t been able to sleep well since seeing Logan again in that tent…how close she had come to fucking him outright! Anger and lust swelled in her breast and she slumped down on the edge of her bed, face in hands.

A walk, she decided, would calm her down. She stalked out of her bedroom, managing, as always, to look both regal and intimidating without conscious effort. She was halfway down the hallway when Logan entered her thoughts again. Ever since she had first battled him on Liberty Island she had wanted to possess him desperately, for fighting and fucking were two things Mystique loved best. The image of conquering him kept her up at nights, and the idea of making him want her in return was overpowering. She usually ended up with her slender fingers between her legs as she fell asleep.

That night, however, she was determined to get Logan out of her mind. The night air was refreshingly cool, and so she went outside to smile up at the stars. She took a very deep breath. Behind her, the dark silhouette of the Brotherhood mansion loomed up against the sky.

Magneto knew about Logan, of course. He knew everything, and when they had returned after the Liberty Island debacle she had pined for days before finally expressing her predicament to Magneto. And what had he done? He’d laughed, of all things. Said he wondered when she might confess. To most people, Mystique was…well, mysterious, but Magneto seemed to know just a little bit more. He had teased her then, and she had responded like a giddy child, giggling and punching him in the arm.

Looking back on that day, Mystique found herself grinning, her white teeth in strikingly beautiful contrast to the deep blue color of her face. She couldn’t remember a darker night. Sitting outside, she could barely see her hands, and her yellow eyes were mere glints of gold. She lay back in the grass, relishing the soft way it cushioned her body and tickled her skin. Several minutes passed while she lay still and quiet, meditating on her very important role in the Brotherhood…the responsibilities before her…Logan…no! The Brotherhood was what mattered. She knew that. Not Logan. Not the enemy. She stood up, shaking her head, and walked back inside. That night she dreamed of marrying Logan, and woke up to her own gasps of shock.

“You’ve got a lot on your mind, Raven.”

Mystique looked up at Magneto over the breakfast table. He appeared very serious. “I don’t like the way you’ve been. You’re mooning over that Wolverine. It’s embarrassing to the Brotherhood.”

“I haven’t been mooning over anyone, Erik.”

Magneto stood. “Don’t lie to me. I always find out.” He left the room quickly, leaving Mystique to stare miserably at her breakfast.

She fought fiercely in practice that afternoon and Magneto was placated. He probably knew that she was imagining Logan in place of that punching bag, but she didn’t care. She was pretty sure that he didn’t know what she had gone to do afterwards—in the shower, she had brought herself to orgasm imagining how she would pounce on Logan and press him to the ground with his face buried deep inside her body. After finishing, she slipped to the floor of the shower, gasping and shaking. God, she wanted him.

The next time Mystique saw Logan he was with Rogue. They were wandering the streets at twilight, looking in shop windows. Rogue saw her first.

“That woman is starin’ at you, Logan.”

He glanced up to see a pretty brunette smiling in his direction. Damn Rogue for being there. Damn her. Mystique knew that despite his smooth, flirtatious manner he would not dare abandon his friend for the company of a stranger. She had hoped she would be able to lead him into some private area…a back alley, even, but there was no chance now. She opted instead to nod politely and turn back to the shop window she had been gazing into originally. A shoe store, and she didn’t even wear shoes. As she had expected, Logan paused at her side as he passed by.

“Do I know you?”

Electric shivers thrilled her body and she struggled to maintain composure. “Maybe.”

“Okay…” He gestured, waiting for the brunette to elaborate, but she didn’t. “Look, lady, you were staring at me. I think I deserve an explanation, all right?”

Mystique batted her eyes and looked down at her hands, feigning embarrassment. “It’s just that you don’t know me, but I know you.”

Logan leaned an arm up against the building, intrigued in spite of himself. “Is that so?”

“Logan, we’re gonna be late for the meeting,” Rogue said. She was glaring suspiciously at the woman. “And Ah think you’d bettah be there.”

He fanned her away. “I’ll catch up. You go, tell the others I’ll be a little late.”

“Ah don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

Without removing his eyes from the brunette’s timid, downcast face, he repeated, “I’ll catch up.”

Rogue sniffed and marched off in the opposite direction.

Mystique’s heart began to pound hard and fast. She gazed up shyly from under a thick fringe of dark lashes, smiling hopefully. Then she leaned in towards his ear. “You’re famous,” she whispered. “You’re a famous mutant. I’ve heard of you.”

Logan was taken aback, but the sense of the woman’s mouth mere centimetres from his ear was distracting. “What have you heard?”

Losing control, Mystique put her lips directly against his ear and hissed, “I hear you fuck like an animal.”

“Whoa.” He jumped back. “You’re moving a little fast for me, lady.” Completely baffling how the woman had changed in a matter of seconds, really, how she had morphed, like…

Mystique grabbed him, taking him off-guard, and pushed him into a nearby alley. She pressed him up against a wall, still in the form of the pretty brunette, and the yellow in her eyes flickered.

“You bitch!” he gasped. “What are you doing here, Mystique? Another one of the Brotherhood’s plans, is that it?”

She punched him in the stomach, knocking the wind from his body. “Don’t fool yourself. I’m here for you.” As she said this, she morphed into her original form, inches from his face.

He struggled and pushed her backwards, slamming her into the opposite wall, where she collapsed, panting. Turning, he walked towards the street. He’d barely made it three feet when Mystique leapt at him, knocking him to the ground. “I mean it, Logan.”

“Mean what?”

“What I’m here for. You aren’t getting away without a fight, darling.” She leered at him, her yellow eyes laughing triumphantly, and one arm shot backwards to grip his cock through his pants. She squeezed, relishing the expression of uncomfortable pleasure on Logan’s face.

“You’re fucking crazy, you know that?”

She ignored him, focused on getting his pants down. “That feels good, doesn’t it?” Her pink tongue snaked out along her blue lips. “I can make you feel so much better.”

Suddenly, a shout disrupted them. It was Rogue and Storm, running down the alley. Alarm registered on Mystique’s face and she quickly leant down to force her tongue into his mouth. It was suffocating, intoxicating, and he struggled to push her away.

“The offer stands, Logan.” And then she was off, bolting like an antelope towards the opposite end of the alley.


Storm and Rogue joined him only a few moments later.

“Do you want me to stop her, Logan?” asked Storm, following Mystique’s form with her eyes.

“No,” he panted. “No, that’s all right.” He felt oddly lightheaded and needed to brace himself against the other X-Men as he stood up.

Rogue knit her brows accusingly. “What was that all about?”

A sense of guilt washed over Logan, and he felt suddenly like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. But that wasn’t how things worked, he reasoned. He hadn’t initiated anything.

“I don’t know, Marie.”


Back at the mansion, Mystique lay sprawled across her bed, her breasts heaving with excitement. She had run the entire way home and was exhausted. Still, she thought, it was worth it, just to taste him. She licked her lips. Delicious. The events of the afternoon replayed again and again in her mind, and she drifted off to sleep.

When Mystique woke, the sun had set and it was dark. She stretched and yawned and suddenly the image of Logan’s face and the memory of his body struggling beneath her came back to her in a rush and she moaned softly.

“Awake? Good.”

Mystique was up in a flash, crouched on her bed. “Who said that?”

The chair creaked in the corner and she squinted to see. And of all people, Logan emerged from the shadows. He looked defeated and embarrassed when Mystique only stared at him. “Look, I came, all right?”

Reality finally set in and Mystique realized that he was actually in her bedroom. “Yes, you came all right. Now I’m starting to think you’re the crazy one. But don’t take it personally—I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Logan grunted.

“How did you get in, anyway?”

He shrugged. “Window.”

Mystique was on all fours and slinking across the bed towards him. “And why did you come, Logan?”

“You know why I came.”

“Say it.”

“To fuck,” he said, barely audibly.

“Louder.”

He sighed. “To fuck, I came to fuck.”

Mystique smiled deviously. “To fuck who, Logan?”

“This is stupid.”

“Say it.”

“You.”

She feigned confusion, pointing at her chest. “Me?”

“Yes, you.”

“Say it, Logan.”

He resigned. “To fuck you. I came to fuck you, Mystique. Happy?”

Mystique rolled onto her back and stretched her arms above her head
blissfully. “Painfully. Come here, Logan.” She crooked a finger in his direction.

He approached her reluctantly, very aware of the erection bulging from his pants.

“Oh my,” crooned the shapeshifter. “It’s so big.” With her long, blue fingers she loosed the fly and pulled his pants down to his knees. His cock sprang forward. Mystique wrapped a hand around the shaft immediately. Logan emitted a low hiss and before he knew it, had pressed his palm to the back of her head and was easing it closer to his throbbing erection. “Please, please.”

Mystique briefly considered teasing him, but her mouth had begun to water and so instead she took his cock, caressing it with her full, blue lips, and relished the salty taste of his precum. She hummed appreciatively. Meanwhile, Logan’s knees were feeling increasingly more wobbly and he was forced to grab for the edge of the bedpost to steady himself. He thrust slowly into the blue woman’s mouth, in and out, in and out…

“Oh no you don’t.” Mystique pulled away and scrambled to the other side of the bed, where she lay, looking up at him pleadingly. “Take me, Logan.”

He did so, eager to ease his nearly painful arousal. He leapt across the bed and with one swift movement, he had pushed inside her, filled her up inside, and was thrusting furiously. Mystique moaned loudly, uninterested in the possibility of Magneto hearing her. Logan was here with her and fucking her, and that was the only thing that mattered right now. Everything else could wait until later.

In a short time Mystique’s cries of pleasure became louder and more frequent, and Logan realized to his excitement what was happening. A sudden rush of affection washed over him when she came, moaning and shaking, and he stopped thrusting momentarily to take her in his arms. It was a wonder, sometimes, to reflect upon how detached…how remote she had always appeared. He kissed her forehead impulsively and then began to thrust again, harder and harder, until Mystique’s small frame was completely at the mercy of his pelvis and he poured forth into her body.

Afterwards they lay together, Mystique curled drowsily against his chest and purring. Logan had begun to feel uncomfortable again—confused, even, but he remained with his muscular arm wrapped around her and pulling her close. Suddenly he felt oddly protective.

Suddenly Mystique felt oddly safe. It was not long before her mind had gone murky. The edges of reality blurred as she began to drift off to sleep.

Logan had intended to leave when she fell asleep, but at the feeling of her soft, steady breath on his chest, he changed his mind. He would stay until the morning came, and deal with everything then.