(FIC) I'll Follow Your Voice, All You Have to Do Is Shout It Out 6/10
Title: I'll Follow Your Voice, All You Have To Do Is Shout It Out 6/10
Author: Velocity_Girl (aka
konishi_zen)
Beta:
hankandjoel
Verse: X Men First Class
Pairing: Erik/Charles
Status: Fix-it, canonic divergence, established friendship, broken! Erik, Bruised! Charles, eventual happy-ending.
Rating: M
Word Count: 2,846
Genre: AU, Drama, Angst, Friendship, Eventual Romance.Past Trauma, Departures and sex between consenting adults.
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-men or the song quoted, which is by Placebo. I do own a stack of comic books and hockey posters, tho.
Summary: Raven and Charles have their first real discussion as adults and Moira finally stops hiding from Sean and comes clean to not really unpleasant or unexpected results.
AN: This chapter was long in the making and it wasn't until I was listening to Placebo's "36 Degrees" that the idea finally came through. It's a bit of a bittersweet chapter and again, I do apologize for the delay, which was caused by writer's block and frenetic business in my own life.
Also found at AO3Here
"Shoulders toes and knees,
I'm 36 Degrees." Placebo
"Charles, can we talk?"
Charles looks up from his plans of making the mansion more wheelchair accessible. It should have been a straight forward job, but then he realizes that he can further change the floor plan to make the transition into a school easier when Raven knocks on the door of his library refuge.
He smiles slightly at his erstwhile sister and lets his pen drop to his desk.
"Sure. Please, sit." Charles says as he indicates the chair in front of his desk.
"I don't know how to say this...but I think that it is time to leave the Mansion." Raven lays out her intentions right away and although it takes him slightly by surprise, he doesn't let it show on his face.
"Just you alone have decided this? Or is there another party that had the hand in influencing the decision?" Charles asks delicately.
Yes, he had been caught up with bringing Erik back to consciousness and then by keeping him from committing passive suicide, but he had known that the status quo was on the verge of changing. The only question was only when. He had been waiting for it and is now secretly glad that the wait is done.
"I'm not leaving alone, if that's what you mean. Angel, Janos and Azazel are also coming with me. We can't stay here any longer. I'm sorry, Charles. I really am."
Raven cuts herself off and shuts her mouth. She doesn't want to sound like she is begging for permission for the agency that she has been fighting so long to have in her life. But she also doesn't want to be vague and not make it clear as to why she has come to this decision.
she wets her lips and begins again, this time forcing herself to be calm and lay out all the points that she had mulled over before finally scraping up enough courage to broach the subject at a time that it isn't going to overwhelm him and add another burden to the list of duties he has responsibility of now.
"This house is my home as much as yours, but this isn't the place for me or them now that the dangers of Shaw and the government have passed. We're not built for peace or preparation. We need action and this, I'm sorry to say, isn't the place where we will be able to find that."
She looks down at her hands on her lap before she continues.
"I also don't want to hide anymore. Not when I have finally learned to accept myself. I don't want to take the easy way out and hide in a gilded cage any longer."
Charles frowns at that, since he didn't go out of his way to make her feel unwelcome, so her leaving puzzles and hurts him. Especially since he is working to change the mansion into a haven rather than the prison it was for both of them.
Raven purses her lips and crosses her legs to buy time before she finally answers her brother's question.
"Charles...I know that in your own way, you love me and I will always be grateful to you for that. But now that Erik is here as well as Alex and Hank and Sean and with your plans for a school..." She pauses and bites her lip as she searches for the words to explain why it's time for her to move on.
"It isn't what I see myself doing for the rest of my life, to be quite honest. I also know that I'm not the one to be beside you while you do that. That place is reserved for Erik."
Charles feels himself turning red and is about to protest, but shuts his mouth and shrugs. He knows that he's obvious in his affections with Erik. If he is going to be on good terms with his sister before she leaves, he isn't going to insult her intelligence and deny something so patently true.
"You are right. But you are still my sister.I don't want you to think that you must give up your place here simply because of Erik or anyone else that may be here."
Raven nods, acknowledging the effort that Charles makes to meet her on her own terms as well as not talking down to her by denying his feelings for Erik. She hasn't really expected that and she has to admit that it threw a wrinkle in her plans, since she has prepared to approach the Charles of old.
They sit in silence for a few moments longer as she thinks about what other angles she can approach this situation before she opts for honesty.
"I appreciate that, Charles and I will keep that in mind when the time comes that I can return. But right now...I think it's time I built a life that wasn't based on always being around you. I appreciate everything that you have done for me and I care for you deeply. But-"
Raven takes a deep breath and tries to control the tears that are threatening to overflow, knowing full well that if she loses control now, her point will lose its weight.
"-But you are an adult and want to experience life on your own terms." Charles finished for her, his voice low as he spoke.
Raven's eyes widen, then narrow at how accurately he had hit the mark on her desires and wants. Did he-?
"Rest assured that I haven't read your mind ever since you asked me not to." Charles assures her. "I came to that conclusion on my own. Sometimes, I can see another point of view before my own."
Raven blushes a darker shade of blue at the comment, but Charles seems unfazed by her reaction. She does feel mortified that she's miscalculated him yet again, but he is moving on ahead, towards the logistics, which is something that she'd much rather discuss than remain on murky emotional territory and wreck the good terms that she and the others are leaving on.
"Have you got an idea then, of what and where you will be going and doing?" Charles asks her as he picks up his pen again and begins fiddling with it just like he used to when he was correcting the proofs of his thesis.
Raven nods.
"I can't and I won't stop you then. But when you leave, make sure you say goodbye. You are still very dear to me. Always remember that."
Charles replies, his voice cracking a bit as he says the words. He doesn't want her to go, but he understands she needs to and that is the only thing that tempers the sorrow at seeing her go.
Raven smiles broadly at that, all her tension gone and the sight of her so happy tempers that grief enough for him to be gracious at her departure.
"I won't, Charles. I won't"
~*~*~*~*~
It was something that was building up between them and that Moira couldn't ignore any longer.
In between avoiding Erik and making plans to go back and get another degree (this time in genetics, due in part because of her experiences with Charles and the others and also because the subject has started to fascinate her) she can't help but to notice the undeniable pull that Sean Cassidy was having on her emotions and thoughts.
She's trying to not think about him that way. He's barely in his twenties and young. So very young for his age, but she knows that she's lying to herself.
She wants him.
And yet, she wishes she didn't.
But no matter how much she has wanted to build fences around her heart, when it comes to Sean, she finds that she can't maintain the strength of will to keep them up.
Sean is everything she needs after her life as she had known it had ended. She had done the best that she could, rebuilding it one step at a time and now that she's stable enough...she can't help but to want to reciprocate to the hints (not horribly subtle, but Sean is young and will eventually learn)that Sean has been dropping whenever they happen to find themselves alone.
(Moira suspects that Alex may have a hand in making those opportunities happen. When Sean isn't with her or training, he's with Alex.)
She smiles wryly and crosses her arms across her chest as she recalls how important Sean has become in her life. Other than Charles, he is the one that she looks forward to talking to once Charles gets to work on his daily tasks.
She's struggled with the guilt of wanting Sean after the dreams and the mornings where she has woken up with her hands buried between her thighs and her lips tightly bitten as she imagines Sean's hands on her body, his mouth on her breasts and his fingers inside of her, exploring, caressing...
She shivers in remembered delight and closes her eyes to stop the memories from overwhelming her. She needs a clear head when she talks to Sean. She needs to let him know that despite how much they both may want it, it can't happen. She's got to leave and rebuild her life and he's better off staying in the Mansion under Charles and (to an extent) Erik's watchful eyes.
Those are the intentions she has when she smooths her skirt down and walks out of her room and down the hallway to a room that she is aware of, but hasn't ever entered for fear of impropriety.
Even though she knows that she won't be judged if they enter into a relationship, she's still nervous about approaching Sean so openly. Charles knows what it is to be in love with someone that the rest of the world doesn't agree with. Alex has been in jail. Hank has bonded himself to a girl-woman that couldn't accept herself until it was almost too late. And Erik himself, probably out of all of them knows that pain all too well. They wouldn't judge her.
(This she can only surmise by the conversations she's had over morning coffee with Charles. She can't presume to know the man's mind. But she knows that he must hold Charles in the highest regard if he has found his will to live once more)
Still, it doesn't negate the fact that she's nervous about standing in front of Sean's door as she waits to take one of the scariest plunges into a complete unknown for her.
"You're not a teenage girl." She reminds herself in an effort to steady her nerves and stop procrastinating so much.
Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she raises her hand to knock on the door only to find herself blinking into the bright blue eyes of Sean.
"Uh..." She stammers, unsure of how else to react at the sudden appearance of Sean when the door was just there.
"I was hoping it was going to be you, this time around. I kept looking in the hallway hoping that you'd come. It wasn't anything else but sheer chance that you happened to be there that time."
Sean assures her, opening the door wider to let her in to a room that had been painstakingly cleaned in expectation for visitors. Moira was touched to notice that the bed was neatly made and that incense was burning. A thick, sweet scent that she was sure was usually pressed into service to hide a habit that all of them pretended to turn a blind eye to as long as it wasn't negatively affecting him.
Sean closes the door and sits down on the bed, indicating that she should take the desk chair on his side of the room.
Moira is sorely tempted to take that easy way out, but decides that if she's going to do this right, she's not going to be a coward about it and moves to sit next to Sean instead, making him give out a small gasp of surprise.
"I know that we have been circling around each other for the past while, Sean. I was hesitant, to return your affections. You're younger than-"
"I'm twenty-one. I just look younger. And I know you're twenty-seven, so that's not much of an age difference there." Sean interrupts, the tips of his ears turning a bright pink that clashes horribly with his hair as he speaks.
"Oh. Well. Look, it doesn't matter to me anymore. Your age, I mean." Moira explains quickly, lest he get the wrong idea.
"I want to be with you Sean. I don't care about that trivial stuff. I know that you want the same...so I'm telling you now, that if you ask it of me...I won't say no."
Sean looks at Moira with those huge blue eyes in his pale freckled face and studies her face carefully and seriously as if he will be asked for information about it later on. The scrutiny, despite being something that she should be used to, unnerves her still.
She can feel her heartbeat racing as she waits for his answer.
An answer that comes in the gentlest and clumsiest kiss that she has experienced in her life. Although she has been kissed before, none of the men she has ever kissed had put such emotion in such an unpracticed gesture.
His lips are moist and soft and she can feel him shaking with nervousness as he puts his all into the kiss. It's sweet and cool and tasteless and innocent all at the same time and it is a sharp contract with the sharper and more adult tastes she's experienced before.
She receives his kisses with alacrity, going so far as to tangle her fingers into his mop of unruly hair and pull him closer, making him squeak in surprise. He doesn't stop though and he too, follows suit, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer to him.
They only pull apart when they are out of breath and languid with the kissing.
"Did you remember to lock the door?" Moira asks him as she lies down and brings him down with her.
"Uh-hu." Sean breathes out as he slides his hand between their bodies and hitches up her skirt, his nimble fingers going up her thigh and towards the lace hem of her cotton panties.
Moira gasps and Sean captures her mouth again, muffling the squeaks that turn into moans that she makes when he tugs the panties down and carefully, ever so carefully slides his fingers in.
She moans and presses up against him, giving him more access, which he happily takes advantage of by plunging further in and making her gasp at how good it feels to have those long fingers inside her.
Sean kisses the corner of her mouth before burying his face in the crook of her neck and inhaling her scent before licking it and making Moria buck up against him, driving him further inside of her.
Moira knows that she's getting too loud, but it has been too long and Sean is more talented than she had imagined. She's close. Very close and she can feel that Sean is almost there too, by how hard he is and the wetness she feels on her bare thigh as he rubs himself against her.
She fumbles in between them awkwardly and reaches over to unbuckle his belt and pull his jeans and underwear down and wrapping her hand around his cock tightly, making him groan into her skin before she starts to move up and down, careful to handle the flesh delicately.
He responds to this by moving faster and deeper and adding another finger, her entrance slick enough to allow that easily.
They move in a jerky, awkward rhythm, but it works. Sean's breathing is getting erratic and soft squeaks are coming out of his mouth the closer that he gets to coming. Moira's head is thrown back and her eyes are screwed shut and she knows that she looks like the wanton women that her grandmother would warm her about becoming. But she doesn't care. She's past caring now.
Despite the clumsiness and stuttering pauses and not so fluid rhythm, it works, since no sooner has she thought of it that she is gushing all over Sean's hand that he's moaning and coming over hers and his clothing.
They stay like that only long enough for Sean to get his breath back before he rolls onto the bed and lies on his side to look at her with eyes that are shining in admiration as they roam over her disheveled body.
"You won't regret this?" He asks her, his eyes going dark as he carefully starts to stroke wayward hair out of her face, his fingers light as they glide over her hair.
"Will you?" It's a cheap trick to turn the tables on him like that, but she really would like to know if this is just a one off, or if it has some kind of meaning for him too.
"Never."
"Same."
Author: Velocity_Girl (aka
konishi_zen)
Beta:
hankandjoel
Verse: X Men First Class
Pairing: Erik/Charles
Status: Fix-it, canonic divergence, established friendship, broken! Erik, Bruised! Charles, eventual happy-ending.
Rating: M
Word Count: 2,846
Genre: AU, Drama, Angst, Friendship, Eventual Romance.Past Trauma, Departures and sex between consenting adults.
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-men or the song quoted, which is by Placebo. I do own a stack of comic books and hockey posters, tho.
Summary: Raven and Charles have their first real discussion as adults and Moira finally stops hiding from Sean and comes clean to not really unpleasant or unexpected results.
AN: This chapter was long in the making and it wasn't until I was listening to Placebo's "36 Degrees" that the idea finally came through. It's a bit of a bittersweet chapter and again, I do apologize for the delay, which was caused by writer's block and frenetic business in my own life.
Also found at AO3Here
"Shoulders toes and knees,
I'm 36 Degrees." Placebo
"Charles, can we talk?"
Charles looks up from his plans of making the mansion more wheelchair accessible. It should have been a straight forward job, but then he realizes that he can further change the floor plan to make the transition into a school easier when Raven knocks on the door of his library refuge.
He smiles slightly at his erstwhile sister and lets his pen drop to his desk.
"Sure. Please, sit." Charles says as he indicates the chair in front of his desk.
"I don't know how to say this...but I think that it is time to leave the Mansion." Raven lays out her intentions right away and although it takes him slightly by surprise, he doesn't let it show on his face.
"Just you alone have decided this? Or is there another party that had the hand in influencing the decision?" Charles asks delicately.
Yes, he had been caught up with bringing Erik back to consciousness and then by keeping him from committing passive suicide, but he had known that the status quo was on the verge of changing. The only question was only when. He had been waiting for it and is now secretly glad that the wait is done.
"I'm not leaving alone, if that's what you mean. Angel, Janos and Azazel are also coming with me. We can't stay here any longer. I'm sorry, Charles. I really am."
Raven cuts herself off and shuts her mouth. She doesn't want to sound like she is begging for permission for the agency that she has been fighting so long to have in her life. But she also doesn't want to be vague and not make it clear as to why she has come to this decision.
she wets her lips and begins again, this time forcing herself to be calm and lay out all the points that she had mulled over before finally scraping up enough courage to broach the subject at a time that it isn't going to overwhelm him and add another burden to the list of duties he has responsibility of now.
"This house is my home as much as yours, but this isn't the place for me or them now that the dangers of Shaw and the government have passed. We're not built for peace or preparation. We need action and this, I'm sorry to say, isn't the place where we will be able to find that."
She looks down at her hands on her lap before she continues.
"I also don't want to hide anymore. Not when I have finally learned to accept myself. I don't want to take the easy way out and hide in a gilded cage any longer."
Charles frowns at that, since he didn't go out of his way to make her feel unwelcome, so her leaving puzzles and hurts him. Especially since he is working to change the mansion into a haven rather than the prison it was for both of them.
Raven purses her lips and crosses her legs to buy time before she finally answers her brother's question.
"Charles...I know that in your own way, you love me and I will always be grateful to you for that. But now that Erik is here as well as Alex and Hank and Sean and with your plans for a school..." She pauses and bites her lip as she searches for the words to explain why it's time for her to move on.
"It isn't what I see myself doing for the rest of my life, to be quite honest. I also know that I'm not the one to be beside you while you do that. That place is reserved for Erik."
Charles feels himself turning red and is about to protest, but shuts his mouth and shrugs. He knows that he's obvious in his affections with Erik. If he is going to be on good terms with his sister before she leaves, he isn't going to insult her intelligence and deny something so patently true.
"You are right. But you are still my sister.I don't want you to think that you must give up your place here simply because of Erik or anyone else that may be here."
Raven nods, acknowledging the effort that Charles makes to meet her on her own terms as well as not talking down to her by denying his feelings for Erik. She hasn't really expected that and she has to admit that it threw a wrinkle in her plans, since she has prepared to approach the Charles of old.
They sit in silence for a few moments longer as she thinks about what other angles she can approach this situation before she opts for honesty.
"I appreciate that, Charles and I will keep that in mind when the time comes that I can return. But right now...I think it's time I built a life that wasn't based on always being around you. I appreciate everything that you have done for me and I care for you deeply. But-"
Raven takes a deep breath and tries to control the tears that are threatening to overflow, knowing full well that if she loses control now, her point will lose its weight.
"-But you are an adult and want to experience life on your own terms." Charles finished for her, his voice low as he spoke.
Raven's eyes widen, then narrow at how accurately he had hit the mark on her desires and wants. Did he-?
"Rest assured that I haven't read your mind ever since you asked me not to." Charles assures her. "I came to that conclusion on my own. Sometimes, I can see another point of view before my own."
Raven blushes a darker shade of blue at the comment, but Charles seems unfazed by her reaction. She does feel mortified that she's miscalculated him yet again, but he is moving on ahead, towards the logistics, which is something that she'd much rather discuss than remain on murky emotional territory and wreck the good terms that she and the others are leaving on.
"Have you got an idea then, of what and where you will be going and doing?" Charles asks her as he picks up his pen again and begins fiddling with it just like he used to when he was correcting the proofs of his thesis.
Raven nods.
"I can't and I won't stop you then. But when you leave, make sure you say goodbye. You are still very dear to me. Always remember that."
Charles replies, his voice cracking a bit as he says the words. He doesn't want her to go, but he understands she needs to and that is the only thing that tempers the sorrow at seeing her go.
Raven smiles broadly at that, all her tension gone and the sight of her so happy tempers that grief enough for him to be gracious at her departure.
"I won't, Charles. I won't"
~*~*~*~*~
It was something that was building up between them and that Moira couldn't ignore any longer.
In between avoiding Erik and making plans to go back and get another degree (this time in genetics, due in part because of her experiences with Charles and the others and also because the subject has started to fascinate her) she can't help but to notice the undeniable pull that Sean Cassidy was having on her emotions and thoughts.
She's trying to not think about him that way. He's barely in his twenties and young. So very young for his age, but she knows that she's lying to herself.
She wants him.
And yet, she wishes she didn't.
But no matter how much she has wanted to build fences around her heart, when it comes to Sean, she finds that she can't maintain the strength of will to keep them up.
Sean is everything she needs after her life as she had known it had ended. She had done the best that she could, rebuilding it one step at a time and now that she's stable enough...she can't help but to want to reciprocate to the hints (not horribly subtle, but Sean is young and will eventually learn)that Sean has been dropping whenever they happen to find themselves alone.
(Moira suspects that Alex may have a hand in making those opportunities happen. When Sean isn't with her or training, he's with Alex.)
She smiles wryly and crosses her arms across her chest as she recalls how important Sean has become in her life. Other than Charles, he is the one that she looks forward to talking to once Charles gets to work on his daily tasks.
She's struggled with the guilt of wanting Sean after the dreams and the mornings where she has woken up with her hands buried between her thighs and her lips tightly bitten as she imagines Sean's hands on her body, his mouth on her breasts and his fingers inside of her, exploring, caressing...
She shivers in remembered delight and closes her eyes to stop the memories from overwhelming her. She needs a clear head when she talks to Sean. She needs to let him know that despite how much they both may want it, it can't happen. She's got to leave and rebuild her life and he's better off staying in the Mansion under Charles and (to an extent) Erik's watchful eyes.
Those are the intentions she has when she smooths her skirt down and walks out of her room and down the hallway to a room that she is aware of, but hasn't ever entered for fear of impropriety.
Even though she knows that she won't be judged if they enter into a relationship, she's still nervous about approaching Sean so openly. Charles knows what it is to be in love with someone that the rest of the world doesn't agree with. Alex has been in jail. Hank has bonded himself to a girl-woman that couldn't accept herself until it was almost too late. And Erik himself, probably out of all of them knows that pain all too well. They wouldn't judge her.
(This she can only surmise by the conversations she's had over morning coffee with Charles. She can't presume to know the man's mind. But she knows that he must hold Charles in the highest regard if he has found his will to live once more)
Still, it doesn't negate the fact that she's nervous about standing in front of Sean's door as she waits to take one of the scariest plunges into a complete unknown for her.
"You're not a teenage girl." She reminds herself in an effort to steady her nerves and stop procrastinating so much.
Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she raises her hand to knock on the door only to find herself blinking into the bright blue eyes of Sean.
"Uh..." She stammers, unsure of how else to react at the sudden appearance of Sean when the door was just there.
"I was hoping it was going to be you, this time around. I kept looking in the hallway hoping that you'd come. It wasn't anything else but sheer chance that you happened to be there that time."
Sean assures her, opening the door wider to let her in to a room that had been painstakingly cleaned in expectation for visitors. Moira was touched to notice that the bed was neatly made and that incense was burning. A thick, sweet scent that she was sure was usually pressed into service to hide a habit that all of them pretended to turn a blind eye to as long as it wasn't negatively affecting him.
Sean closes the door and sits down on the bed, indicating that she should take the desk chair on his side of the room.
Moira is sorely tempted to take that easy way out, but decides that if she's going to do this right, she's not going to be a coward about it and moves to sit next to Sean instead, making him give out a small gasp of surprise.
"I know that we have been circling around each other for the past while, Sean. I was hesitant, to return your affections. You're younger than-"
"I'm twenty-one. I just look younger. And I know you're twenty-seven, so that's not much of an age difference there." Sean interrupts, the tips of his ears turning a bright pink that clashes horribly with his hair as he speaks.
"Oh. Well. Look, it doesn't matter to me anymore. Your age, I mean." Moira explains quickly, lest he get the wrong idea.
"I want to be with you Sean. I don't care about that trivial stuff. I know that you want the same...so I'm telling you now, that if you ask it of me...I won't say no."
Sean looks at Moira with those huge blue eyes in his pale freckled face and studies her face carefully and seriously as if he will be asked for information about it later on. The scrutiny, despite being something that she should be used to, unnerves her still.
She can feel her heartbeat racing as she waits for his answer.
An answer that comes in the gentlest and clumsiest kiss that she has experienced in her life. Although she has been kissed before, none of the men she has ever kissed had put such emotion in such an unpracticed gesture.
His lips are moist and soft and she can feel him shaking with nervousness as he puts his all into the kiss. It's sweet and cool and tasteless and innocent all at the same time and it is a sharp contract with the sharper and more adult tastes she's experienced before.
She receives his kisses with alacrity, going so far as to tangle her fingers into his mop of unruly hair and pull him closer, making him squeak in surprise. He doesn't stop though and he too, follows suit, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer to him.
They only pull apart when they are out of breath and languid with the kissing.
"Did you remember to lock the door?" Moira asks him as she lies down and brings him down with her.
"Uh-hu." Sean breathes out as he slides his hand between their bodies and hitches up her skirt, his nimble fingers going up her thigh and towards the lace hem of her cotton panties.
Moira gasps and Sean captures her mouth again, muffling the squeaks that turn into moans that she makes when he tugs the panties down and carefully, ever so carefully slides his fingers in.
She moans and presses up against him, giving him more access, which he happily takes advantage of by plunging further in and making her gasp at how good it feels to have those long fingers inside her.
Sean kisses the corner of her mouth before burying his face in the crook of her neck and inhaling her scent before licking it and making Moria buck up against him, driving him further inside of her.
Moira knows that she's getting too loud, but it has been too long and Sean is more talented than she had imagined. She's close. Very close and she can feel that Sean is almost there too, by how hard he is and the wetness she feels on her bare thigh as he rubs himself against her.
She fumbles in between them awkwardly and reaches over to unbuckle his belt and pull his jeans and underwear down and wrapping her hand around his cock tightly, making him groan into her skin before she starts to move up and down, careful to handle the flesh delicately.
He responds to this by moving faster and deeper and adding another finger, her entrance slick enough to allow that easily.
They move in a jerky, awkward rhythm, but it works. Sean's breathing is getting erratic and soft squeaks are coming out of his mouth the closer that he gets to coming. Moira's head is thrown back and her eyes are screwed shut and she knows that she looks like the wanton women that her grandmother would warm her about becoming. But she doesn't care. She's past caring now.
Despite the clumsiness and stuttering pauses and not so fluid rhythm, it works, since no sooner has she thought of it that she is gushing all over Sean's hand that he's moaning and coming over hers and his clothing.
They stay like that only long enough for Sean to get his breath back before he rolls onto the bed and lies on his side to look at her with eyes that are shining in admiration as they roam over her disheveled body.
"You won't regret this?" He asks her, his eyes going dark as he carefully starts to stroke wayward hair out of her face, his fingers light as they glide over her hair.
"Will you?" It's a cheap trick to turn the tables on him like that, but she really would like to know if this is just a one off, or if it has some kind of meaning for him too.
"Never."
"Same."