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Anja had never felt so bold, but there were many things she had not done before this night. Half-naked in the dim light of a waning moon, she straddled the other's lap, delighted by the shallow breaths she'd evoked from her partner.
Her fingers teased the agent, drew even more sighs and whines as they played in the agent's office. Anja dipped her head, expecting to press another heated kiss to the SHIELD agent's lips. Instead, Grace had leaned back just enough to throw Anja off and their lips met gently instead.
Grace's hands were on Anja's waist, thumbs gently brushing at the mutant's body, drawing shivers as she touched on sensitive skin. Their mouths came together, seemed to stop time as they kissed. It was gentleness itself, almost tender as Anja cradled the other's head in her hands. Warmth spread through her body again, and as they pulled apart, Anja leaned her forehead against the other. "Grace," she breathed, lips brushing against a soft cheek, soft skin that ran down taut muscles--
The door opened and an unbearable flooded the room. Anja wrapped her arms around the agent, twisted in her spot to see a dark figure in the doorway, with overwhelming flames dancing behind him. Anja tried to speak but the heat seemed to sear her lungs. She couldn't even scream. The heat seemed to push them from the floor, pushing the three of them higher and higher through the fire that had no end. Anja made to get up from her seat, but there was nowhere to go so high in the air.
"Don't stop on my account," the figure murmured, voice deep, as seductive as it was terrifying. "By all means, puppet... make her dance."
Anja woke up screaming. Her footing slipped and she fell back onto the shingles of the roof, the cold air slicing at her through her bedclothes. She grabbed frantically at her arms and legs to make sure they had not been seared away by flame. Overcome with relief, Anja began to sob, if only with relief at the fact that she could.