Liberation, by mrstate (m)
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het_reccersFandom Category: X Men: First Class
Pairing: Raven "Mystique"/Erik Lehnsherr, Raven "Mystique"/Charles Xavier
Fic Title: Liberation
Author: mrstate
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/219227
Rating/Warning(s): Mature, sex
Genre: post-film. drama/romance
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: 1945-1995: History, and loving two men, shape the girl Raven into the woman Mystique. I believe someone from last month's special requests wanted Raven/Eric, and I just stumbled upon this awesome fic that does a great job of exploring Raven's relationship with both Eric and Charles, and it's lengthy and wonderfully in character. The author did a great job of fleshing out Raven/Mystique's character progression throughout the years, and how her relationship with each man was differing.
1962, Later
"What are you thinking about?" Erik's whisper draws her out of her thoughts, and Raven becomes aware that he's nuzzling her ear.
Weird--she never pegged him as the nuzzling type, the type to stay in bed in a tangle of sheets and the lingering musk of sex, the type to trace the curves of her body, the raised parts of her skin, with a delicate fingertip. It's completely in-character for him to be an attentive lover, given the intent, deliberate approach he gives to everything else--even hunting and killing Nazis is sexy when Erik does it--but she just assumed supervillains were all wham-superbam-thank you, ma'am, only minus the thank you because of course they were chauvinist pigs, as well.
"How good this feels," she replies.
Erik chuckles low, his warm breath and the scratch of his stubble sending a chill coursing from the curve of her neck over her shoulder and down her breast and arm.
But he's serious when he says, "Liar. I wouldn't have to be a telepath to know you're not thinking about me or anything I'm making you feel at all."
His tones are husky, almost a growl, containing just a hint of danger that makes Raven catch her breath with the realization of how little experience she has with men in general, and how little she knows this one in particular. But then he moves over her, stretching out his long, lean body over hers, and trails kisses along her collarbone. His tongue darts out to taste the hollow of her throat before his lips glide up her neck, kissing the line of her jaw, her cheekbone, the ridge of her eyebrows. He presses his forehead against hers, and when he speaks again, his tone is as gentle as his touch.
"And I'm not a telepath, remember, my dear. So you'll have to tell me what's going on in that head of yours if I'm to help you sort it out."
It occurs to her, fleetingly, that she's not with Erik so he can sort her out, that she's perfectly capable of sorting her own head out herself, and that she should be annoyed at him for suggesting otherwise, but then she blurts, "Are we the bad guys?"
Erik draws back from her, his forehead creased but his mouth upturned wryly as he repeats, "The bad guys?"
"When I went with you--they looked at me like I was evil. Alex and Sean…and Hank, I mean. Like they're the good guys, and I was a traitor, running off to join forces with the bad guys."
"And how did Charles look at you?"
She doesn't want to think about Charles right now, days after the accident, while in bed with another man, much less talk about him. And why would Erik want her to, anyway?
Pairing: Raven "Mystique"/Erik Lehnsherr, Raven "Mystique"/Charles Xavier
Fic Title: Liberation
Author: mrstate
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/219227
Rating/Warning(s): Mature, sex
Genre: post-film. drama/romance
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: 1945-1995: History, and loving two men, shape the girl Raven into the woman Mystique. I believe someone from last month's special requests wanted Raven/Eric, and I just stumbled upon this awesome fic that does a great job of exploring Raven's relationship with both Eric and Charles, and it's lengthy and wonderfully in character. The author did a great job of fleshing out Raven/Mystique's character progression throughout the years, and how her relationship with each man was differing.
1962, Later
"What are you thinking about?" Erik's whisper draws her out of her thoughts, and Raven becomes aware that he's nuzzling her ear.
Weird--she never pegged him as the nuzzling type, the type to stay in bed in a tangle of sheets and the lingering musk of sex, the type to trace the curves of her body, the raised parts of her skin, with a delicate fingertip. It's completely in-character for him to be an attentive lover, given the intent, deliberate approach he gives to everything else--even hunting and killing Nazis is sexy when Erik does it--but she just assumed supervillains were all wham-superbam-thank you, ma'am, only minus the thank you because of course they were chauvinist pigs, as well.
"How good this feels," she replies.
Erik chuckles low, his warm breath and the scratch of his stubble sending a chill coursing from the curve of her neck over her shoulder and down her breast and arm.
But he's serious when he says, "Liar. I wouldn't have to be a telepath to know you're not thinking about me or anything I'm making you feel at all."
His tones are husky, almost a growl, containing just a hint of danger that makes Raven catch her breath with the realization of how little experience she has with men in general, and how little she knows this one in particular. But then he moves over her, stretching out his long, lean body over hers, and trails kisses along her collarbone. His tongue darts out to taste the hollow of her throat before his lips glide up her neck, kissing the line of her jaw, her cheekbone, the ridge of her eyebrows. He presses his forehead against hers, and when he speaks again, his tone is as gentle as his touch.
"And I'm not a telepath, remember, my dear. So you'll have to tell me what's going on in that head of yours if I'm to help you sort it out."
It occurs to her, fleetingly, that she's not with Erik so he can sort her out, that she's perfectly capable of sorting her own head out herself, and that she should be annoyed at him for suggesting otherwise, but then she blurts, "Are we the bad guys?"
Erik draws back from her, his forehead creased but his mouth upturned wryly as he repeats, "The bad guys?"
"When I went with you--they looked at me like I was evil. Alex and Sean…and Hank, I mean. Like they're the good guys, and I was a traitor, running off to join forces with the bad guys."
"And how did Charles look at you?"
She doesn't want to think about Charles right now, days after the accident, while in bed with another man, much less talk about him. And why would Erik want her to, anyway?
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