The Way You Move

[Magneto]

The Main Hall of the Brotherhood hideout was left open for a reason and so far that reason had not been wasted on the other less educated members of Magneto's group. The old man had been rather adamant about not moving any sort of furniture into the room except for a decades old record player and simple sound system. He had simply ignored the questions and looks as the other members tried to figure out just what the boss had in mind, but now the time was right for what Magneto had planned for this room. He stood in front of the now lit fireplace, dressed to the nines. He wore a pair of black dress slacks with a purple-red shirt and black coat which was lined in the same purple-red color as his shirt. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top of course and he wore a black fedora hat with a purple-red band, pulled down across his eyes a bit.

The arm of the record player moved at the slightest intervention of Erik's will and the needle was placed very carefully on the record. After a second or two, a quick staccato rhythm rushed forth from the speakers and Erik tapped his fingers against his leg, quickly finding the 4/4 time he needed. Unknown to almost everyone who knew or had heard of him, Erik was quite the dancer, the tango being his specialty. He had developed a love for the dance as a young man, when he came to the States for the first time and since then had won many competitions and such. However, other things had forced him to put such things behind him, but every now and again, Erik would find the time to indulge himself once again, he just wondered if "she" would still choose to be his partner.

[Mystique]

Mystique was just outside the doors when she heard the slight static, the needle almost as if searching for the music as the record went around and around. She cracked the door, her yellow eye peering in the crack as her suspicions were quickly proved. Erik was indeed indulging during this moment of free time and given the way that things work out.. as if he could control more than metal and perhaps Mystique's comings and goings sometimes.. she would guarantee that he indeed had been waiting on her. No need to keep him waiting, after all she had alot more time left than he.. hell she had more time than most anyone here and naturally it would probably be more precious to 'them'.

Mystique looked absolutely gorgeous as her blue skin fit snuggly against her form () Alright, well we all know that she doesn't wear clothes, no.. not even the little lacy things that keep all those bad boys from taking advantage of girls. In fact she liked them to try and even more so to forcefully succeed.

One foot feel rhythmically in front of the other, her body moving slightly with the beat out of.. instinct, habit.. Her lips gave a slight twitch threatening to bear a smile.. However her yellow eyes didn't hide this, this what was it.. excitement.. Better question was Mystique ever excited? No, that wasn't it.. it was the feeling of being familiar with something and actually welcoming it openly. No, she was too cool and calm to get her non existent panties in a twist.. often. And the only time your really saw her 'explosive' or anywhere near was when she was angry and for most that was the last thing they saw.

"Have alot of free time?" She asked, noticing how casual he seemed right now.. Alright, he was definitely over dressed but you had to admit with some of the out fits that he wore he looked like a practicing pimp that missed the audition years and years.. and years ago. Still that may be the way she looked at it because clothes were so over rated. If you had something you should show it off. She watched him, glancing at his fingers as he tapped it along with the rhythm.

[Magneto]

Erik heard the door to the room crack open and then the soft steps of which where all too familiar. He smiled slightly but kept his back to Mystique as she approached him, dangerous yes, but no more than having her sleeping just next door to you. Magneto had hoped she would come to him, indulge him if you will in this moment he had to himself, moments which he didn't have much of anymore and moments which were cut short every year. Mystique had been by him for a quite a while now, even in the light of his betrayal to her and while he might not have openly thanked her for that, the legacy he left behind for her would more than make up for any wrong he had inflicted upon her over the years.

Her voice was indistinct, not really possessing a vocal pattern of her own, but Erik found it interesting. Mystique brought many talents to the table, and other more private places, but those where places Erik had long since neglected in his old age but Mystique didn't seem to mind, after all, he had seen the way she had looked at some of the others. He didn't mind who she chose to pursue for he knew who she stood beside....or at least most of the time anyway. Mystique had always been looking out for one person and that was her and she had only stayed with Erik because he was convenient for her.

"I'm afraid my free time is less and less every year," he said still smiling as he turned around and looked at his other half of sorts. He reached up and removed his fedora and placed it on the mantle of the fireplace and then removed his jacket, tossing it in the corner of the room. "One more time, for old times sake?,"he asked her as he took a step near her, taking a rather straight stance and holding one hand out for her to take as his other hand rested just off her hip, waiting for her to move in to take her position.