Nov 06, 2013 14:49
I want to wax lyrical about everything that's been going on and why it's been so long -- but really, today is the longest slowest day that was ever a day. I've been rereading my old fic and now what I REALLY want is for anyone reading this to give me a prompt for a comment box fic because HI I MISSED YOU AND I AM GLAD TO BE BACK FOR A LITTLE WHILE.
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The blood rinses out of Erik's hair easily. He keeps it short for a reason, after all. But Charles lingers over the job, the excuse to tend to Erik while he's injured, supports Erik's neck with one hand and rinses with the other. He is careful to protect Erik's eyes from the sudsy water.
"While I appreciate attention to detail and thoroughness, Charles, I'm quite certain you've got my hair cleaner than it's ever been before."
Charles might as well be human for all he's reading off of Erik right now -- which is to say, Erik's boundaries are high and tight and Charles could force his way through and in but he'd destroy everything between them doing it. He's always fumbling in a darkened room with Erik, though that has literally only happened the once.
Sex wasn't supposed to change anything. He'd promised himself that it wouldn't change anything. But, Charles allowed himself, he might have been a liar on that score.
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Chaaaaaaaaarles. Errrrrrrik. <3333
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I still love them.
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