Re: Fill: Worth the Wait (Charles/Raven, warnings: pseudo incest, 12a/?)englishlitnerdSeptember 16 2011, 07:17:46 UTC
Fill: Worth the Wait (Charles/Raven, warnings: pseudo incest, 12/?)
She’d dragged him out of the house laughing the next night, ignoring his weak protests and half hearted gestures towards his books. She declared that he could be an old fogey any night of the week and that tonight they were going dancing.
Charles groaned as she pulled him down the sidewalk. “Raven, I hate dancing.”
“Think of all those expensive dance lessons your mother paid for! You’re letting your skills atrophy.”
“You used to claim I never had any skills at it.” He pointed out.
She rolled her eyes. “Only because you made me practice the waltz with you and your palms were sweaty and you stepped on my toes.”
“I still step on toes.”
“Well then we’ll do the twist. You won’t even have to lift your feet off the floor that way.” She reasoned.
“I don’t like the twist.” He grumbled.
Raven stopped, stepping close to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. She was taller than him now with her shoes on. She’d never noticed that before. “Please.” She said quietly.
He agreed.
***
As predicted, Charles was awful at everything, even the twist, but he only laughed good-naturedly when Raven teased him about it. He gamely imitated her through the monkey, the freddy, and the shimmy but threw his hands up in the air and declared himself “done” after watching her mash potato across the dance floor.
“Where did you learn all these from anyway?” he asked suspiciously as he leaned against the bar and ordered his fifth beer of the night.
Raven shrugged. “Television mostly. The girls at work showed me that last one though. I love it!”
He chuckled. “What else have those girls at work been teaching you?”
“Shut up.” She said, pushing at his shoulder. “Are you really not gonna dance with me anymore?”
He sighed. “Let me drink this beer first, then we’ll see.”
He turned around to grab his pint and discovered two. The bartender had also mysteriously disappeared with his change. After much begging and pleading, Raven was allowed to consume the second beer as they sat and watched the dancers wriggle by.
After she finished her drink, Raven was feeling warm and relaxed all over. She returned to the floor and danced by herself, occasionally shooting him sad looks over her shoulder and then giggling in order to coax him back out to her.
The music changed to a slow melody and Raven, prepared to reclaim her seat, was surprised when Charles stood up instead. She relaxed into his embrace, comfortable with the press of his chest against hers and thrilling to the feel of his stubbly cheek against her smooth one. She closed her eyes and breathed in, the smell of his aftershave mingling with the alcohol on his breath.
“Looks like you have an admirer.”
Raven opened her eyes and looked questioningly at Charles, who inclined his head slightly. She followed his eyes to the left and noticed a group of teenage boys staring at them and whispering.
She giggled again, her cheeks hot.
“What?” Charles asked. “You’re stunning. Don’t you know that?”
Raven shook her head and lay her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes and breathed in again deeply. “Thanks for dancing with me.”
Re: Fill: Worth the Wait (Charles/Raven, warnings: pseudo incest, 12b/?)englishlitnerdSeptember 16 2011, 07:18:24 UTC
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They should have taken a cab. Charles was reciting dirty limericks at the top of his voice (and lord knows where he had even learned most of them) and kept stumbling over his own feet. After the third time she’d had to pull him out of the gutter and right around the tenth chorus of “There was an old man from. . .” Raven suggested they get that taxi. The trip was much faster from there on out but she still had to wrap an arm around his waist and teach him to walk in synchronized steps with her to get them up the short flight of stairs.
She offered to make him coffee and get him water, both of which Charles refused as he sat on the couch to remove his shoes. He looked ridiculous in his bare feet and waistcoat, and for a moment she would have sworn he was twelve years old again, caught in the rain without his umbrella and with no one but Raven who noticed.
She sat down next to him on the couch. “Thank you for tonight.”
“Thank you for being willing to be seen with an old fu-fu-fffudyddy-fuddy-duddy like me.”
She laughed as his tongue tripped over the words. “You are drunk Charles Xavier!”
He shook his head. “Thank you for pointing out the obvious.” He returned dryly.
“Come on. I’ll help you into bed.” She said, patting him on the knee before she stood up and took his hand.
She pulled on his arm but he pulled back and Raven took a step forward to steady herself and Charles kissed her.
His lips were warm and soft and oh so red. She hesitated and he did the same, holding his breath as he stilled against her. Somewhere in the distance she heard the clock chime, announcing that it was 2am. They should go to bed.
She dropped her knee down onto the couch as she pressed her lips against his.
He responded immediately, enthusiastically and she felt dizzy at the want she felt behind his kiss. His lips parted and she tasted alcohol but underneath it, mint toothpaste and him.
He maneuvered her back onto the couch, angling her head to kiss her more deeply as he tangled his fingers in the long blonde hair. He pulled away briefly to bite kisses along her neck, muttering nonsense phrases to her throat and licking against her pulse point.
“Raven.” He whispered, nuzzling his nose against her ear.
She thrilled to the sound, quieter and less dramatic than the way he’d groaned out “Lydia” last week but somehow so much better.
“Charles” she returned, bringing his lips back up to hers and trying to convey her “yes” and her “finally” to him without words.
“Raven.” He murmured again, wriggling his hips to spread her legs. She obliged, spreading her thighs apart as she trailed one of her hands under his shirt to stroke his bare stomach. He pulled at the plunging neckline of her shirt and nuzzled his way between her breasts to suck a kiss there as his other hand slid between her thighs and up under her skirt to really touch.
Raven jerked in shocked arousal and felt her disguise slip away. She slid a blue hand up to touch his face and watched as Charles took in the change and his facial expression shifted. He pushed himself up with his hands and looked at her in guilty confusion.
“Raven.” He began hesitantly. “I- I’m so drunk.” He sat up and set his head in his hands.
“Charles” she said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
He looked at her blue hand accusingly and jerked away. “I- I- Forgive me.”
He rose unsteadily to his feet and with a curt nod and an inability to make eye contact, he headed to the bathroom. A moment later the unmistakable sound of retching followed.
She’d dragged him out of the house laughing the next night, ignoring his weak protests and half hearted gestures towards his books. She declared that he could be an old fogey any night of the week and that tonight they were going dancing.
Charles groaned as she pulled him down the sidewalk. “Raven, I hate dancing.”
“Think of all those expensive dance lessons your mother paid for! You’re letting your skills atrophy.”
“You used to claim I never had any skills at it.” He pointed out.
She rolled her eyes. “Only because you made me practice the waltz with you and your palms were sweaty and you stepped on my toes.”
“I still step on toes.”
“Well then we’ll do the twist. You won’t even have to lift your feet off the floor that way.” She reasoned.
“I don’t like the twist.” He grumbled.
Raven stopped, stepping close to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. She was taller than him now with her shoes on. She’d never noticed that before. “Please.” She said quietly.
He agreed.
***
As predicted, Charles was awful at everything, even the twist, but he only laughed good-naturedly when Raven teased him about it. He gamely imitated her through the monkey, the freddy, and the shimmy but threw his hands up in the air and declared himself “done” after watching her mash potato across the dance floor.
“Where did you learn all these from anyway?” he asked suspiciously as he leaned against the bar and ordered his fifth beer of the night.
Raven shrugged. “Television mostly. The girls at work showed me that last one though. I love it!”
He chuckled. “What else have those girls at work been teaching you?”
“Shut up.” She said, pushing at his shoulder. “Are you really not gonna dance with me anymore?”
He sighed. “Let me drink this beer first, then we’ll see.”
He turned around to grab his pint and discovered two. The bartender had also mysteriously disappeared with his change. After much begging and pleading, Raven was allowed to consume the second beer as they sat and watched the dancers wriggle by.
After she finished her drink, Raven was feeling warm and relaxed all over.
She returned to the floor and danced by herself, occasionally shooting him sad looks over her shoulder and then giggling in order to coax him back out to her.
The music changed to a slow melody and Raven, prepared to reclaim her seat, was surprised when Charles stood up instead. She relaxed into his embrace, comfortable with the press of his chest against hers and thrilling to the feel of his stubbly cheek against her smooth one. She closed her eyes and breathed in, the smell of his aftershave mingling with the alcohol on his breath.
“Looks like you have an admirer.”
Raven opened her eyes and looked questioningly at Charles, who inclined his head slightly. She followed his eyes to the left and noticed a group of teenage boys staring at them and whispering.
She giggled again, her cheeks hot.
“What?” Charles asked. “You’re stunning. Don’t you know that?”
Raven shook her head and lay her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes and breathed in again deeply. “Thanks for dancing with me.”
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They should have taken a cab. Charles was reciting dirty limericks at the top of his voice (and lord knows where he had even learned most of them) and kept stumbling over his own feet. After the third time she’d had to pull him out of the gutter and right around the tenth chorus of “There was an old man from. . .” Raven suggested they get that taxi. The trip was much faster from there on out but she still had to wrap an arm around his waist and teach him to walk in synchronized steps with her to get them up the short flight of stairs.
She offered to make him coffee and get him water, both of which Charles refused as he sat on the couch to remove his shoes. He looked ridiculous in his bare feet and waistcoat, and for a moment she would have sworn he was twelve years old again, caught in the rain without his umbrella and with no one but Raven who noticed.
She sat down next to him on the couch. “Thank you for tonight.”
“Thank you for being willing to be seen with an old fu-fu-fffudyddy-fuddy-duddy like me.”
She laughed as his tongue tripped over the words. “You are drunk Charles Xavier!”
He shook his head. “Thank you for pointing out the obvious.” He returned dryly.
“Come on. I’ll help you into bed.” She said, patting him on the knee before she stood up and took his hand.
She pulled on his arm but he pulled back and Raven took a step forward to steady herself and Charles kissed her.
His lips were warm and soft and oh so red. She hesitated and he did the same, holding his breath as he stilled against her. Somewhere in the distance she heard the clock chime, announcing that it was 2am. They should go to bed.
She dropped her knee down onto the couch as she pressed her lips against his.
He responded immediately, enthusiastically and she felt dizzy at the want she felt behind his kiss. His lips parted and she tasted alcohol but underneath it, mint toothpaste and him.
He maneuvered her back onto the couch, angling her head to kiss her more deeply as he tangled his fingers in the long blonde hair. He pulled away briefly to bite kisses along her neck, muttering nonsense phrases to her throat and licking against her pulse point.
“Raven.” He whispered, nuzzling his nose against her ear.
She thrilled to the sound, quieter and less dramatic than the way he’d groaned out “Lydia” last week but somehow so much better.
“Charles” she returned, bringing his lips back up to hers and trying to convey her “yes” and her “finally” to him without words.
“Raven.” He murmured again, wriggling his hips to spread her legs. She obliged, spreading her thighs apart as she trailed one of her hands under his shirt to stroke his bare stomach. He pulled at the plunging neckline of her shirt and nuzzled his way between her breasts to suck a kiss there as his other hand slid between her thighs and up under her skirt to really touch.
Raven jerked in shocked arousal and felt her disguise slip away. She slid a blue hand up to touch his face and watched as Charles took in the change and his facial expression shifted. He pushed himself up with his hands and
looked at her in guilty confusion.
“Raven.” He began hesitantly. “I- I’m so drunk.” He sat up and set his head in his hands.
“Charles” she said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
He looked at her blue hand accusingly and jerked away. “I- I- Forgive me.”
He rose unsteadily to his feet and with a curt nod and an inability to make eye contact, he headed to the bathroom. A moment later the unmistakable sound of retching followed.
***
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YES YES YES
MOAR MOAR MOAR
So...yes. Awesomeness.More please.
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I wish I had something more coherent to say but OH MY GOD I CAN'T EVEN TAKE THE TENSION AND OMG SCREAMING.
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