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Fic: Nighttime Interuptions, (Mystique/Destiny)
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For a woman who can’t see, Irene always managed to touch exactly the right buttons to make her cry out in pleasure. Mystique bit her lip, body arching into the gentle caresses slowly moving down her stomach. She couldn’t scream, not like she was used to, not with the girl lying in the next room.
Irene’s unseeing eyes gazed down at her, a wicked smile spread across her face, as her fingers slipped roughly between Mystique’s thighs. Raven gripped the sheets, rocking into her lover’s hand, writhing as the pace increased, sending her a little bit closer to the edge.
“Nightmare,” Irene stated, withdrawing her hand and sat back.
There was a knock on the door and Mystique hastily grabbed her clothes before pulling them on. “Momma?” There was a frightened edge to Rogue’s voice and Mystique hurried to pull the door open.
Small hands wrapped around her waist, the girl’s head burying in her stomach, tears wetting her pajamas. Turning, she smiled as Irene passed her, before picking the girl up and traversing down the stairs, ready for the nighttime ritual of cookies and milk to ease their daughter’s pain.
femslash_today's Femslash Porn Battle.For a woman who can’t see, Irene always managed to touch exactly the right buttons to make her cry out in pleasure. Mystique bit her lip, body arching into the gentle caresses slowly moving down her stomach. She couldn’t scream, not like she was used to, not with the girl lying in the next room.
Irene’s unseeing eyes gazed down at her, a wicked smile spread across her face, as her fingers slipped roughly between Mystique’s thighs. Raven gripped the sheets, rocking into her lover’s hand, writhing as the pace increased, sending her a little bit closer to the edge.
“Nightmare,” Irene stated, withdrawing her hand and sat back.
There was a knock on the door and Mystique hastily grabbed her clothes before pulling them on. “Momma?” There was a frightened edge to Rogue’s voice and Mystique hurried to pull the door open.
Small hands wrapped around her waist, the girl’s head burying in her stomach, tears wetting her pajamas. Turning, she smiled as Irene passed her, before picking the girl up and traversing down the stairs, ready for the nighttime ritual of cookies and milk to ease their daughter’s pain.
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I love your Mystique/Destiny, a lot :) That's very sweet, and I love the "nightmare" thing...AWWW. Little!Rogue :)
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