Project X [18+] [Fanfiction]

Chapter IX: Infiltration

"You want me to have pornographic pictures taken?" I asked, a brow arched as I regarded Headmistress Frost. We were walking through the halls of the mansion after classes had ended for the day, and it had been the last thing that I expected her to announce. In fact, I had not expected her to mention my relationship with Shifter at all outside of her office, but when she spoke, the idea was so ridiculous that I could not help but respond. "I fail to see how pornography of something he can openly view in person would increase the intimacy between us."

"It's not pornography, Laura, it's erotica." The headmistress replied calmly, and smoothed a hand down the front of her tailored black suit. A business meeting earlier in the day had forced the headmistress to dress even finer than usual, as if her powers of telepathy were not already enough of an edge in negotiations. It was more conservative than she typically wore; a solid black suit with tailored pants and designer shoes. No impossibly short skirt with tantalizing nylons, and no ludicrous surplus of cleavage pouring out from her chest.

In a way, I was disappointed. Especially compared to our last meeting, when Shifter and I watched as I squirted across the room to splash on her nearly-exposed crotch, it was hard to imagine any outfit topping how she looked in that moment. A boring suit did not even come close.

"Laura, what did I say about that?" She asked, seemingly out of nowhere while we walked.

"That it never happened and I should not think about it. Ever." I sighed, though a small smirk tugged at my lips. It remained the one piece of rebellion Shifter and I had over the headmistress; the one thing that proved that she was on the same level as us in regards to desire and lust. It was something she could never take away from us, unless she somehow had the power to strip memory from someone's mind.

...which she almost certainly did. I wisely forced the memory from my mind for the moment, and focused on the matter at hand.

"Erotica, pornography, you are still asking me to take an exposed picture of myself and present it as a gift." I continued, rounding a corner as we walked. We both fell quiet as we passed Logan, both of us giving him a curt nod while we walked by. Surely he suspected something was up, but if there was one thing Logan and I shared beyond claws, a healing factor, and Adamantium, it was that we were wise enough to mind our own business. Once we were out of range I continued, glaring at the headmistress while we moved. "It feels egotistical at best, and shameless at worst."

"What's the big deal, Laura?" She fired back at me, clicking her tongue to the roof of her mouth. "Christian already snapped one picture of you early on, and you don't seem to mind that." I scowled, and for a moment I had to force back my instinct to demand how she knew about the picture on Shifter's cell phone. I was exhausted and exposed in that photograph, clearly compromised and unmistakably covered in cream and sweat. It was not a flattering image. For a second I fumed; suspecting that he had shown it to her, but quickly I remembered that nothing was truly hidden from the telepathic headmistress.

"Had I been in the proper mental state I would have shred his phone at the time." I remarked, and rose one of my hands to pop my claws to emphasize my point. "It seems like a small issue now to dwell on, but I hardly see a good reason for producing more intimate photographs of myself." As my claws slid back into place the headmistress laughed, and finally stopped as we came to her door. She stood there with a hand on her hip, looking at me with the typical authoritative, cocky expression I was growing ever-used to.

"Think it over." She offered with a grin, and arched a slender brow towards me. It was the same sort of expression I had come to read by now; one that meant that I would typically give in to what she felt was best, sooner or later. I resented the implication, but she was probably right on this issue as well. No matter how much I tried to rebel against the headmistress' suggestions, or how I grumbled about the manner in which she would give them, she had earned the right to be as cocky as she wanted in regards to the relationship between Shifter and I.