Hank's lab, at the wind tunnel

[tobenormal]

Hank had a terrible time sleeping last night due to two factors, not being alone in the world anymore and Raven. The Raven factor was many fold and danced in his head even when he finally did manage to sleep; her beauty, how he wished he could help her be normal, how she thought he was amazing, how beautiful she was, and how he wanted to know more about her.

When he woke a thought hit him and he closed his eyes to better see the molecular bonds of his formula. Like Archimedes he wanted to shout "Eureka!" as he realized Raven may hold the key to both his own awkward mutation and her own. But how to approach this? One didn't just walk up to ladies and ask them for their blood. Not if you wanted to have a chance at getting said blood anyway. He decided another lunch might be a way to broach the subject and so sent her an invitation for lunch in his lab.

He couldn't resist a post script promising a surprise though.

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[no_more_hiding]

So lost her eyes he completely misses her leaning close to him until he feels her lips and my then it is far too late. His world melts into the feel of her lips, silken butterflies dance in his stomach and his blood feels as if it's aflame. He stops breathing, hoping to make the moment last forever.

[markedformore]

Erik's been searching through the lay of the base to find where they might keep their secrets. There's always some and no doubt they'll have a great deal of wealth for him, enough to let him break away from this ragtag bunch and pursue Shaw as he was meant to.

Still, as he passes through the shadows of the turbines, he cannot help the smug amusement. "Kinky," he observes, hands in his pockets as the insufferable smile no doubts reigns his expression. He can feel the metal in Raven's arm, assured it must be giving some pain. He casts a look to Raven, then to Hank, consumed as always with the hatred that they think they have to hide.

"By the way, if I looked like you? I wouldn't change a thing." Both of them should hear it, neither of them will listen, he suspects. What is larger feet, what is blue skin when mutants are the superior race, when humans will see that and inevitably bow and make way to the new race.

[no_more_hiding]

Hank pulls away startled at the sound of footsteps and then blushes at Erik's comment. Was it all a joke? Like back at Harvard? He blinks furiously and carefully moves from between them.

"Thank you," he mumbles and caps the needle.