Perfectly Normal

Coffee and Cream

Disclaimers: I own nothing you recognize, except for Mark
and I don’t “own” him per se.  

A/N Goddess Foxfeather rocks my socks *nods class=GramE>*  ;)style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  This is just a short little class=SpellE>sidefling in the Perfectly Normal storyline.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  You’ll see where it fits in, class=SpellE>lol.

            “We
completely forgot that we ordered dessert…”

            “class=SpellE>Ooooh, I was looking forward to the trifle, too.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Mystique stretched out her legs in front of
her, resting her heels on the low coffee table in Mark’s private study.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  “Mind?”

            Mark
blinked, clearing his mind of baser thoughts than he had recently been
accustomed and shook his head.  “No, it’s
fine.  I trust you won’t scuff the
surface.”  style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She
knows exactly what she’s doing, doesn’t she, he wondered with a hint of
annoyance, seeing the taut, curved line of her leg disappearing into her skirt
and leading… “Coffee?”

            class=GramE>“Mmmmm?”

            “Would you
like some coffee?  I thought I smelled
some, when we first came in…”  He was on
his feet, popping out of the wingback chair like a jack in the box.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  “Cream? class=GramE>Sugar?”

            “I’ll get
it,” Mystique interrupted him, rising more gracefully than was necessary.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She smiled, her dark rose lips parting to
reveal a neat row of very white teeth.  “How
do you want it?” she asked, walking backwards towards the door, her eyes on
Mark the entire time, her naturally low voice throaty with something neither
could identify readily.

            class=GramE>“Pardon?” 

            “How do you
want it?  Sweet?style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Creamy?”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She raised a brow, knowing that he saw her
game by the oddly stuffed look on his face that disappeared the moment it
flittered across his features.

            “Ah,
surprise me…”  He purposefully resumed
his seat, smiling at her politely, mentally counting to a thousand in Japanese.

            class=GramE>“An adventurous streak. 
I like that.”  She eased out of
the room and into the hall, exhaling softly. 
What the Hell came over me? She
walked down the narrow corridor with determined strides, ignoring the ruckus
coming from the dining hall as she cut through the rec
room to the kitchen.  style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>I’m taking this slow.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  I promised myself, after all of the shit of
this past year, to take the one good thing going on for me right now slowly…
Methodically, she prepared the coffee, pausing as something caught her
eye.  That,
she decided in an instant, would be much
better than coffee…

            “I didn’t
know we had pie!”  Mark sat up straight
as Mystique sat it down before him on the coffee table.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  “It smells wonderful.”

            “Finders
keepers,” she sing songed.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  “I’ll be right back.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  You can’t have pie without whipped cream.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She licked a speck of apple filling from her
thumb w here it had oozed out of the crust and she smiled.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  “Mmmm…very sweet…”

            Mark raised
a brow.  “I’m sure.”

            “Want to
try it?” she asked guilessly, offering her thumb and
the remains of the filling. 

            From any
other woman, Mark would have thought the gesture innuendo laden but mostly
innocent.  Now, however, despite her mild
tone, he suspected more.  “I can wait for
my dessert.”  He sat back, face
neutral.  “Whipped cream makes everything
better.”

            “Mark…”

            “I rather
prefer crème fraiche,” he continued, fixing her with
what could only be called a considering gaze. 
“It’s not so sweet but it’s silky and rich, sinfully rich almost…”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He smiled thinly, tenting his hands before
his chest.  “Fairly
orgasmic.”

            Mystique
made a mental note to go grocery shopping the next morning.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  “I’ll get the whipped cream…”

            Mark let
out a breath he did not realize he was holding as she left the room this second
time.  Take it slow, old man.  Don’t
rush this. You’re no untried youth in the throes of his first lustful liaison.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  You’re a grown man and she is a woman…definitely
a woman… He swallowed hard as he thought of where those long legs class=GramE>led, the shadowed valley between her legs and… “Stop that,”
he scolded out loud.  “You’re being rude.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  With more effort than he would want to admit,
Mark leaned over and took a swipe of the leaking filling, licking it from his
finger as the door opened, Mystique looking flustered with a bottle of wine and
a can of whipped cream.  class=GramE>“Problem?”

            “Not as
such… but you might as well get used to the idea of sleeping with me because
the entire student body and Logan thinks we’re kinky now.”