As
ion_bond pointed out, there is a severe lack of Charles/Mystique fic. So, in honour of her birthday, I am redressing the balance a little.
Title: Research
Wordcount: 100
Rating: R
Notes: Happy Birthday!
"No, lower," Charles murmured, feeling Mystique's hand slide down his spine, vertebra after vertebra. Her fingertips were calloused, something he hadn't expected in a shapeshifter.
"Here?" She pressed that line between sense and nothingness, her breath warm on his neck.
"There."
Her arms and legs wrapped around him from behind, her strength moving his uncooperative body with ease, and Charles didn't protest her boldness.
Afterwards, Charles looked over his shoulder at Mystique. She was wearing his face and body both.
"I agreed to have you impersonate me; I didn't think you needed to research."
"Ssh." Mystique whispered. "Don't spoil it."