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"Well, I could go inside and kiss him, but I think you've vetoed that." And maybe if she couldn't get what she wanted, then the alternative was to get him a little jealous. There was something about Charles when he was just a little out of control.

"Yes, I have. You can't kiss him." He can't fathom watching his sister kiss a man he likes. Then again it could be hot too. His hands slip up under her shirt as he turns kissing her neck. "Would be so much easier if you were just yourself, Raven."

She sucked in a breath at that and she felt her skin ripple briefly. "Aren't you...aren't you the one telling me to be careful?" Except that she didn't care about being careful. Not when she could tilt her head back a little so that he could continue to kiss her neck.

"If I'm going to take pleasure in my sister," he whispers against her throat, right behind her ear before nipping her earlobe, "then I want her in her natural form. I want to be able to run my hands along every inch of that beautiful blue body."

"Then move me." She moaned in his ear. He could either move her or make her so blissed out that she didn't think about things like panic or worry or other people.

Move her... oh, definitely. Which is why he decides to move them back inside. Except he finds a nice dark corner... close to a... well, that was convenient. So through the door that he shuts tight before pressing her against the wall and capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. He'd make sure no one walked in on them. "Real form, Raven. Not this blonde form you use to hide yourself with."

"The blonde form you taught me to hide behind," she retorted. She flickered again, letting him see blue skin briefly before before turning back to the blonde. "There. You saw it. Now what?" She smirked at him.

"Quit reminding me that I was an idiot." Though those eyes narrow slightly the moment she flips between forms. "As I said if I'm to ravish my precious sister I want her in her REAL form. Not this blonde form that was used. It won't be used around me again."

"But you're still an idiot and so I can't help but remind you that you're being one." The corner of her lip quirked and she leaned forward enough that she could catch his lips. She'd change eventually. She preferred it that way. But it would take a little while. Just until she'd stopped having fun tormenting him.

"I am not an idiot, Raven," he growls before pressing his body firmly against hers and kissing her firmly, nipping at her bottom lip. He didn't like being 'tormented'. All he wanted was his sister and a certain metal bender but his sister came first. Always would.

[ooc: Is it bad that I want Erik to open that door on them. *headdesks*]

"You want him. I want him. And he? Wants us. Or at least me." This time when she smirks, the skin around her mouth flickers blue and then the rest of her follows. "So why don't you at least admit that. Right here and now it's just the two of us."

(OOC: Sorry for the random journal-change. Also, that is a horribly wonderful idea.)

Those eyes watch as her skin changes. Switching from that pale human color to her natural form. She wanted him to... He kisses her softly as his hands slide down along her skin. "Yes, I want him, Raven. I have since the day I first saw him."

[ooc: Now question is which of us gets to NPC Erik? lol]

"See? Was that so very hard for you to admit?" She rubbed her face against his neck almost like a cat might. "If you want him, do something about it. Tell him. Or, better yet, seduce him." A good, long seduction that would end in a frenzied fury of skin and lips and teeth. "Just like I'm sure you're about to seduce me."

"Maybe not to you it wasn't. But admitting it to him?" He can't picture himself telling Erik that. He gives a slight groan. "What makes you think I'd seduce my own sister?" Even as he asks he moves to capture her lips with his, letting his hands trail down her sides to pull her closer to him.

"Because you're a perverted little freak and you're my perverted little freak. I bet you jerked off to thoughts of me when we were younger, didn't you?" Now that was certainly an image. A younger Charles furtively hiding in his bedroom, secretly thinking wicked thoughts about his so-called little sister. Hot.

{OOC: Well, I've never played an Erik, so...I think it defaults to you unless you want to get an outside Erik.)

That has his ears turning a bit pink and he kisses her again. "Hush, Raven. I am not a freak." Perverted perhaps but she's not a freak and neither was he. "That is SO not something that I'd ever tell you anyway."

[ooc: I'm not sure I'd be comfy with an outside Erik to be honest. So we'll use my Erik muse. Just not his journal. lol He can share Charles' for a while. Also bed time for me. Will reply after work.]

"No? Your ears are pink." She reached for his shirt and started undoing the buttons. "In fact, I want to know just how far down that blush goes."

(OOC: That's fine!)

"No," he says quickly and he'd make an attempt to stop her but he really doesn't want to. Even if he'd rather be kissing her senseless.

[ooc: We'll give them a bit before Erik's entrance.]

"Whatever you say, Charles." She doesn't believe it, but she's beginning to think that being a freak isn't such a bad thing. He is, after all, her freak. Just like she's his. She undoes the buttons of his shirt and strokes the skin underneath, trailing her fingers down in a line that ends at his belt. "Very far down, I see."

Yes, well, he doesn't like the use of the word freak so as long as she doesn't call him that while... yeah. He can feel the muscles of his stomach jump slightly at her touch before he takes her wrist in his hand to stop her. Leaning forward a bit he kisses her, nice and hard.

Raven makes a soft sound when he kisses her. It's halfway between a disappointed sound and a sigh. He really can be impossible sometimes, but she wouldn't do without him.

Oh he can be impossible and he knows it but it doesn't stop him from kissing her. Letting his hands trail down over that beautiful body of hers. He needed to let her know just how beautiful she was. Needed to... "Look at you, Raven," he whispers along her lips. "My beautiful Raven."

"And my handsome Charles." She presses against him, nuzzling her nose against his cheek. He's always been it for her. Ever since he'd caught her out when they were children and then looked at her with so much wonder. She loves the way he looks at her.

He pulls her closer and strips down fully getting any clothing that was in their way out of the way. Once it was he pulls her back close to him. "I've had many fantasies about you, I hope you know." He's teasing but serious at the same time as he kisses her hard, passionately. Pouring everything he felt into the kiss.

[ooc: Shall I bring Erik in, after your post?]

It's that thought that takes her breath away. That he's fantasized. That he might have jerked off to thoughts of her. And here he is, naked and wanting her and that's just everything she's ever wanted and more. He's naked. The idea begins to sink in and she draws her hands down his back, feeling him, his skin, the body she's seen all her life.

(OOC: Sure!)