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What is my life right now

[Well, if something is going to become 'her thing', it might as well be this. Just because showing up naked in Erik's bed hadn't worked out completely ideally didn't mean she was going to give up the crusade for it entirely -- after all, it had led to a good conversation with a man that she eventually came to respect and even follow. Not the worst outcome it could've been by a long shot.

This time -- well, let's just not get into the details of which of Ashraf's roommates left the door slightly ajar upon leaving and allowed Mystique to slip into his bed unnoticed. It wasn't her fault that he wasn't home, after all.

It hasn't been all that long since she slid in there when she hears the door open, so she situates herself in what she hopes is a -- seductive pose under the blankets, and pulls them down just enough so that it's very obvious she's not wearing anything underneath the sheets.]

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[ Ashraf is exhausted, as per usual on his return from the clinic. He slips into the room quietly, eyes on the floor, and turns to shrug out of his robe. It gets hung from a peg at the back of his door, and he takes a moment to run his hand down one of the sleeves, noting how it will need some work with a needle and thread soon.

Well, nothing stays in good condition forever, certainly not robes far from home. He hasn't noticed any company he might have yet, having expected to be completely alone and not bothered to confirm it. ]

[Wow Ashraf, how did you survive so long with these sort of observational skills

Is it because you're a really good healer. At least he's ... getting naked, though, that'll make her job easier. Because he's failed to notice her up until now, she decides to make herself known via a small clearing of her throat.]

[ His eyes widen at the sound, and instantly he stiffens, spinning to face — whoever, with a spell already being cast. A shield first, to ensure whoever it is can't get a hit on him, and immediately after will be a decrease agility for whoever it is—

...Mystique? The second spell dies on his lips, and he shifts from aggressive to simply bewildered. ]

Mystique? I don't... [ That's about when he notices the lack of clothes, and his eyes go wide again. This time it goes with a step back, which has him backing into the closed door. ] What are you... doing?

[Okay, not the time to decide to be shy -- right? She shifts herself in the bed so she's facing him more properly, letting the sheet slip down a little farther while she does so.]

Well, what does it look like I'm doing?

[She even goes so far as to shoot him a sideways smile. She might as well be waggling her eyebrows at you, Ashraf.]

[ oh god oh god oh god what if he sees a breast? Ashraf promptly shuts his eyes, and lowers his head for good measure.

It looks as if you've found the wrong room.

[ She should be embarrassed right now, and the fact that she's not means that she's found exactly the right room. Oh god. Ashraf is entirely certain that he's blushing right now, which doesn't help matters at all. ]

[It doesn't help matters because it's exactly the sort of adorable chivalry that makes Ashraf attractive in the first place. He's like a priestly Hank, except that he hasn't told her that she's only pretty when she's blonde.]

Well, unless you're getting half-naked in a room that isn't yours, I'm definitely in the right room.

[She doesn't really have nipples in her natural form anyway, Ashraf, so the fact that her breast is peeking out at you from beneath the blankets is totally kosher.]

[ Oh, god, that's right — why had he taken off his robe? This has just gone from horribly embarrassing to terrible inappropriate. He glances up instinctively, to address the woman speaking to him, and —

Breast.

He slams his eyes shut again, this time lifting a hand to cover his face while he's at it. ]

Mystique, this is... this is not appropriate. You are my friend, and I respect both that and you. [ so please leave omg omg omg ]

[Obviously she's going to have to be a little more aggressive about this. He just said that he respects her, so maybe he thinks she's just -- drunk or something, and doesn't want to take advantage of her.

It's a shame he's covering his eyes, because this way he probably doesn't notice until she's more or less right in front of him that she's gotten up from the bed -- yes, still completely naked -- and placed her hands on his shoulders.]

You're my friend too, Ashraf. I just thought it was fair to let you know I was interested in being more than that.

[ He jumps a little when he feels her touch, because that definitely means that she's now standing right in front of him, and not covered at all by blanket. He looks well and truly alarmed when he opens his eyes, but he keeps them trained very firmly on her face. ]

I... [ oh god what does he say?? The blush has fully colored his dark skin by now, all dignity is beyond hope. ] I... thank you for the consideration, and the compliment...

[ ...But? He's pretty sure 'but' is the next word here, but he's not sure what comes after it, and can't bring himself to get it out. ]

[...see, she's fairly certain that there should be a 'but' coming on as well, but she just can't bring herself to accept that as the end of things. Maybe Ashraf's just a little stubborn.

She leans up to press her lips against his before he can finish his sentence, since he seemed to be having trouble with getting the last few words out anyway.]

[ Oh. Oh, man. He was so not ready to fully discourage her, as it turns out, and this does the exact opposite of help his resolve. He puts his hands to her upper arms, intending to push her away, but that push never really comes.

He's not, however, stellar at kissing. He can count the kisses he's had on one hand, and none of them have been with a naked woman. ]

[The problem with this is that she's taking it more or less as an acceptance of her offer, so even when she pulls back from the kiss it's just to bring her hand to the side of his neck and take a breath of air before she returns her attentions to his lips.

Can they take this back to the bed yet, Ashraf? She's still in danger of losing her nerve.]

[ oh no they can't. Because after that brief break, Ashraf has had a split second or two to begin balking again. This time the hands on her upper arms do push, albiet very lightly and gently. ]

Mystique, this is... are you truly seeking — something like this?

I wouldn't be here if I wasn't seeking it, Ashraf.

[Seriously, bro, she's not even a little drunk ~~this time~~.]

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