Theme Challenge #11: Confident
#11: Confident
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Warnings: None
Notes: None
Charles’ hand on Erik’s thigh burns like a brand through his dark slacks. He stares at Erik, his eyes heavy-lidded and sparkling.
“We’ll leave the plane ticket in your bag when we leave.” He says, not looking at Angel. She’s landed on the ground, carefully melding her wings back against her shoulder and doing up her bra. She raises an eyebrow.
“Thanks. Can I help you boys out with anything?”
Erik opens his mouth to speak but Charles beats him to it, grinning. “No thank you, Miss Salvador. We can take care of each other.”
She winks, and Erik drunkenly wonders why all the female mutants they encounter along this trip seem to pick up on their relationship. Charles trails fingers along his inseam as she walks back into the club. They can hear the thrum of music through the walls of their private room, the soft murmur of activity around them. Erik gulps down his glass of champagne and raises an eyebrow at his companion.
“You’re awfully confident tonight.”
“I’m drunk.”
Erik takes in the flush of Charles’ face, his slightly loosened tie. “Yes, you are.” He says, and leans down to capture his lips in a kiss.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Warnings: None
Notes: None
Charles’ hand on Erik’s thigh burns like a brand through his dark slacks. He stares at Erik, his eyes heavy-lidded and sparkling.
“We’ll leave the plane ticket in your bag when we leave.” He says, not looking at Angel. She’s landed on the ground, carefully melding her wings back against her shoulder and doing up her bra. She raises an eyebrow.
“Thanks. Can I help you boys out with anything?”
Erik opens his mouth to speak but Charles beats him to it, grinning. “No thank you, Miss Salvador. We can take care of each other.”
She winks, and Erik drunkenly wonders why all the female mutants they encounter along this trip seem to pick up on their relationship. Charles trails fingers along his inseam as she walks back into the club. They can hear the thrum of music through the walls of their private room, the soft murmur of activity around them. Erik gulps down his glass of champagne and raises an eyebrow at his companion.
“You’re awfully confident tonight.”
“I’m drunk.”
Erik takes in the flush of Charles’ face, his slightly loosened tie. “Yes, you are.” He says, and leans down to capture his lips in a kiss.