<div class="floatleft">(https://ist5-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/7/6/1/o/761or/Mystique_l.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Mystique<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Raven Darkholme<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Lucas Room/Bed<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 12:20 pm<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Bishop<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Intimacy of lovers<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">This</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/93/dd/42/93dd42a6507d3fd3e331cb67a32678b9.jpg)</div></div><br/><hr/>It is not terrorist Mystique that is lays under him trembling in quiet need.   Nor when he presses and bruises her soft full lips with a firm kiss.    It is Raven the woman.  Her disconcerting  shifting as her skin ripples and in spots across her body instead of blue,  she flashes a cream color skin tone.    Even at times one eye would become green.   This nervousness tick is based on her fear of how others view her as a monster.    The last thing she needs is rejection in the moment.<br/><br/>The truth is she shifts sporadically because she also knows Lucas excepts her for what she is and sees the woman that she is beyond her natural form of being blue.<br/><br/>A soft gasp as she feels his cock's head push against her silken folds.    Pushing into her heated depths.   He slowly drive into her.   Letting her body acclimate his size as he pushes in.    Raven wraps her arms around his head and draws him into a deeper kiss.   He is everything she needs.    As his arrow pierces her heart and buries deeply.<br/><br/>She break the kiss as he fully hilts in her.   Stretching her so delightfully.    She would lift her head and tilt it to his side and in his left ear she would whisper.  "I love you."