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The Five-Minute Warning: A multi-fandom fic challengeRules
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He usually wakes up with ice sticks as arms, his own skin making him shiver, and even a hot shower cannot chase it away. But there are times, when he wakes up curled in a heap of warmth and a bunch of limbs wrapped around him.
That's when he lazily lets his fingers slide over that soft, radiant skin under his hands. A soft grunt against his chest makes him chuckle. It's one of those rare mornings, when for a few precious moments it's just him and Charles wrapped into a cocoon of warm and slow and nothing is a rush.
The world comes into focus steadily, and soon it will have caught up with them, but for now he only slides his hand under his lover's thigh, and hoists it up some more over his hip, to have him closer.
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Trying to untangle himself from the heap of sheets can be awkward and he's happy that he's currently alone as he nearly flies of of bed, as his left foot gets stuck in the sheets. And still there is a warm, happy tune on his tongue, as he trots towards towards the bathroom.
As soon as he steps into the foggy room, it becomes apparent where the song comes from. It carries only subtly over the noise of the shower, but he can feel it vibrating against his skin, and it makes him hum as well. It doesn't happen too often that Erik is in a good enough mood in the morning to sing in the shower. A small smile spreads over his face as he pushes the curtain to the side and steps in behind the other man.
"Morning, you" he whispers and presses a kiss beneath Erik's shoulder.
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I vote for Erik singing The Cure. Or, when he feels more pop-rock, U2!
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"I'm not a good person, Charles," Erik says, his entire face the very image of resentment and ill humour. "I'm not going to become one just because you want me to be."
Charles sighs and rolls onto his side towards where Erik is sat on the edge of the bed, curling his body around Erik's. "But you'll go anyway, right?" he asks, reaching down so he can adjust his legs into a more comfortable position. "I'd go myself, but it takes me so long to get ready these days. I don't want us to be too late."
Erik sighs loudly, put-upon, but he stands up anyway and shrugs on his coat. "Fine. I'll take the brats to ballet class. But next week it's definitely Alex's turn, okay?"
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[Side note, did you get the ask I sent you a few hours earlier?]
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