Ficlet: Apology Accepted | XM: FC | Charles/Erik | PG-13 | 1/1
Title: Apology Accepted
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Pairing: Charles Xavier/Erik Lensherr
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 412
Prompt: For Porn Battle XII: helmet, forgiveness, reunion
Summary: Erik shows up to apologize to Charles for everything. It doesn't quite go as planned.
Disclaimer: Marvel owns everything. I own nothing, darnit.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here at PB XII.
Apology Accepted
“Charles... I'm... sorry,” Erik croaks out, looking for the world like a kicked puppy, his shoulders slumped and posture defeated as he stands at the foot of Charles's bed.
It's too much for Charles to take, leaves him frustrated when he tries to read his former friend-lover-he corrects himself mentally, and can't. Too much time has passed since that day on the beach, and he can't bear another minute of not standing in Erik's mind, not wrapped up in his thoughts and memories, and yes, his arms.
“I'd accept your apology,” he says carefully, gaze never wavering, “if only you'd take that infernal thing off.”
Erik startles at his tone-serves him right, Charles thinks-but surprisingly, reaches up to tug the helmet off of his head, setting the blasted thing on Charles's dresser.
The regret and sorrow and utter grief that meets him is nearly overwhelming, and Charles sucks in a breath, forcing the turbulence calm so he can wade back to the surface, find his way to shore. But then his eyes register the sight before him, Erik's hair plastered down in places and mussed terribly elsewhere, an absolute disaster.
It's the worst case of helmet hair he thinks he's ever seen.
The peal of laughter that tears from his chest fills the room, and suddenly Erik is scowling, a wave of confusion and embarrassment flowing off of him. “What?” he demands, reaching up tentatively to smooth his fingers through his hair. “What on Earth's the matter?”
But Charles can hardly breathe, leaning over in his bed and clutching at his sides. “Oh. Oh Erik!” he practically squeals, “Your hair!”
That scowl deepens, and Erik crosses his arms over his chest. “I come here to apologize, and all you can do is laugh at me?”
Shaking his head, Charles finally gets control of himself, panting as he gets it together and wiping tears from his eyes. “I'm sorry, my friend,” he apologizes in turn, catching that darkened gaze with his own, projecting his good humor to Erik. “I suppose it's been so long that I just... really needed that.”
Erik's expression softens at last, as he allows himself the amusement that Charles is showing him. “I suppose I deserved that, too.”
“Perhaps,” Charles agrees, and with a slow grin, he pats the mattress next to him. “Now come to bed already and we can make it up to each other properly. I've missed you.”
Wasting no more time, Erik does as requested. “And I you, Charles. Unbearably so.”
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Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Pairing: Charles Xavier/Erik Lensherr
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 412
Prompt: For Porn Battle XII: helmet, forgiveness, reunion
Summary: Erik shows up to apologize to Charles for everything. It doesn't quite go as planned.
Disclaimer: Marvel owns everything. I own nothing, darnit.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here at PB XII.
Apology Accepted
“Charles... I'm... sorry,” Erik croaks out, looking for the world like a kicked puppy, his shoulders slumped and posture defeated as he stands at the foot of Charles's bed.
It's too much for Charles to take, leaves him frustrated when he tries to read his former friend-lover-he corrects himself mentally, and can't. Too much time has passed since that day on the beach, and he can't bear another minute of not standing in Erik's mind, not wrapped up in his thoughts and memories, and yes, his arms.
“I'd accept your apology,” he says carefully, gaze never wavering, “if only you'd take that infernal thing off.”
Erik startles at his tone-serves him right, Charles thinks-but surprisingly, reaches up to tug the helmet off of his head, setting the blasted thing on Charles's dresser.
The regret and sorrow and utter grief that meets him is nearly overwhelming, and Charles sucks in a breath, forcing the turbulence calm so he can wade back to the surface, find his way to shore. But then his eyes register the sight before him, Erik's hair plastered down in places and mussed terribly elsewhere, an absolute disaster.
It's the worst case of helmet hair he thinks he's ever seen.
The peal of laughter that tears from his chest fills the room, and suddenly Erik is scowling, a wave of confusion and embarrassment flowing off of him. “What?” he demands, reaching up tentatively to smooth his fingers through his hair. “What on Earth's the matter?”
But Charles can hardly breathe, leaning over in his bed and clutching at his sides. “Oh. Oh Erik!” he practically squeals, “Your hair!”
That scowl deepens, and Erik crosses his arms over his chest. “I come here to apologize, and all you can do is laugh at me?”
Shaking his head, Charles finally gets control of himself, panting as he gets it together and wiping tears from his eyes. “I'm sorry, my friend,” he apologizes in turn, catching that darkened gaze with his own, projecting his good humor to Erik. “I suppose it's been so long that I just... really needed that.”
Erik's expression softens at last, as he allows himself the amusement that Charles is showing him. “I suppose I deserved that, too.”
“Perhaps,” Charles agrees, and with a slow grin, he pats the mattress next to him. “Now come to bed already and we can make it up to each other properly. I've missed you.”
Wasting no more time, Erik does as requested. “And I you, Charles. Unbearably so.”
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