Elisabeth muffled a moan against his lips, one that carried over and out in a soft breath as his mouth found its way to her neck. She tilted her neck to expose more skin and though there was hardly enough room between them to even slip a piece of paper, she gripped onto him harder and readied herself to shadow-port them out of the streets. "No, I don't hate you, Sam love. I'm not exactly human either."
[I'm a mutant. Codename Psylocke.]
She had closed her eyes to enjoy the kisses, but she slowly opened them to watch his reaction toward her revelation, letting one of her hands trail its way downwards. She barely cupped him, feeling just how human he could be through the fabric of his pants. [i>Plenty enough human for me.</i>]
Funny that he should find her that night, considering the rejection that both of them had to endure before.