Its the night before Cuba ... with a few differences. [Closed!]
Characters: Erik Lehnsherr oxidantshappen and Charles Xavier excessivehubris
Location: X-Parents apartment
Planet: Coruscant
When: Before shipping out, after this bit of news
What: Having exhausted themselves with bedroom acrobatics, talking actually.
Rating: R for post coital comments and possibly language
Charles gave up trying to keep track of time somewhere around the south bedroom wall.
He lay now, sprawled across the foot of the bed, hanging with his head and shoulders off the edge staring up at the ceiling and deciding that he truly could not be arsed enough to move.
"Remind me again, Erik. Earlier when you got off the data pad, why were you swearing in that delightful mixture of German, French and I believed I caught a trace of Greek?"
It had truly been an impressive rant, though Charles was fairly certain that the acts suggested, the ones he could translate at least, were not physically possible. Of course that bit up the dresser should not have been physically possible either and yet they had managed it.
And managed it quite well.
Ignore the satisfied masculine smirk on his lips; he had asked a serious question.
Location: X-Parents apartment
Planet: Coruscant
When: Before shipping out, after this bit of news
What: Having exhausted themselves with bedroom acrobatics, talking actually.
Rating: R for post coital comments and possibly language
Charles gave up trying to keep track of time somewhere around the south bedroom wall.
He lay now, sprawled across the foot of the bed, hanging with his head and shoulders off the edge staring up at the ceiling and deciding that he truly could not be arsed enough to move.
"Remind me again, Erik. Earlier when you got off the data pad, why were you swearing in that delightful mixture of German, French and I believed I caught a trace of Greek?"
It had truly been an impressive rant, though Charles was fairly certain that the acts suggested, the ones he could translate at least, were not physically possible. Of course that bit up the dresser should not have been physically possible either and yet they had managed it.
And managed it quite well.
Ignore the satisfied masculine smirk on his lips; he had asked a serious question.