<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/x-men-apocalypse-poster-psylocke-olivia-munn.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Pyslocke<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Elisabeth Betsey Braddock<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Showers<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Collosuss (Directly)<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://art.cafimg.com/images/Category_43721/subcat_90926/psylockeSMALL.jpg)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Everything quickly fell into place. This raw, basic feeling of having Piotr Rasputin take her in his arms helped make sense of her predicament at least to some extent. He pushed her up against the tiles of the shower and his mouth hungrily found hers which took her breath away. “Mmm…” gasped Betsy as they parted, still in a naked embrace, Piotr joked that she could make him properly dirty. He then called her *Elisa* which seemed to be his new nickname for her. Betsey nodded, she liked that, she liked that he was been this intermit with him. Piotr was so stoic and so serious all the time, but she was breaking down the emotional walls of the Colossus and he desperately needed that.  Betsy kissed him again. Under a pouring torrent of water, she began exploring each his naked flesh. Betsy roughly raked her hands and fingers down his upper body, showing an  raw and powerful eagerness. It seemed like such a new sensation to her, feeling his flesh with hers. This not being her body, she had many new sensations to get used to. As she touched and kissed him, it had been awhile since she had been with a man like this. The last man she was with could be rougher with her, Warren, he had *issues* and that would oftern come out in their lovemaking. But the Archangel of the X-men was gone and she knew in her heart of hearts that he wasn't coming back.<br/><br/>Though she had achieved climax before with past lovers they never gave much thought into what she wanted and how she wanted it. Their only goal was to try to please her while thoroughly pleasing themselves. But this time, even if this were her only time to do so she would take the lead, meeting her needs and not worrying about her partner’s. Maybe it was selfish and maybe she was in the process of using a generally good guy for her own needs. But Kwannon had been incredibly selfish and parts of that personality were merged with that of the British Heiress.  It was fair to say that even Pyslcoke herself didn't known where Kwannon began and Elisabeth Braddock ended. Her tongue plunged into the depths of his mouth as her hands roamed his burly body. She broke away and proceeded to give him feather light kisses trailing down his torso. She enjoyed the feel of his smooth skin under her lips as she descended. Her lips on his abs trembled with excitement as she traced each one with her lips and her hungry tongue. She then tilted her head back up to look at him. "I want you to take me in every way imaginable until I can barley bloody walk!" She told him forwardly.