MINIFILL CONTINUED MOAR: Sky rockets in flight, afternoon delightsharpestscalpelNovember 22 2011, 19:13:54 UTC
Erik wanted to go to sleep like that every night. His headache was gone. He was comfortable and warm and Charles had spent the night tucked up against Erik's shoulder, snoring slightly and drooling just a little bit. Erik was almost cheerful.
Of course that was tempting disaster. But along with his cheerfulness, Erik felt a light and effervescent something... maybe it was optimism? He wasn't sure, as he'd never actually felt it before. Charles would probably know. He'd ask Charles...
Charles who was no longer warming the bed next to him. Erik blinked his eyes open.
"Charles?"
The man in question was at the window, looking out at the forest where Shaw had used Charles for his rituals.
He'd heard Erik shift and stir - the dark mage was not a quiet or restful sleeper, but that was no surprise - so Charles wasn't surprised at sleepy voice searching for him. He turned back to the bed. "Just thought I'd see if I could catch a glimpse of the local herd." He hadn't expected to, really. And he certainly didn't regret having sex with Erik.
But it was still an adjustment. He supposed he'd just need to practice more - it was possible he was going to be obsessed with sex for a little while. He should probably get Erik some vitamins.
Erik sat up and the covers pooled around his waist.
A lot of vitamins.
Maybe he should take some, too.
Charles was contemplating jumping back into the bed - could he jump directly into Erik's lap or was that too potentially injurious? - when the door shook from the force of the knocking.
"I'm opening this door!" Raven shouted. "And you had all better be wearing pants!"
Of course that was tempting disaster. But along with his cheerfulness, Erik felt a light and effervescent something... maybe it was optimism? He wasn't sure, as he'd never actually felt it before. Charles would probably know. He'd ask Charles...
Charles who was no longer warming the bed next to him. Erik blinked his eyes open.
"Charles?"
The man in question was at the window, looking out at the forest where Shaw had used Charles for his rituals.
He'd heard Erik shift and stir - the dark mage was not a quiet or restful sleeper, but that was no surprise - so Charles wasn't surprised at sleepy voice searching for him. He turned back to the bed. "Just thought I'd see if I could catch a glimpse of the local herd." He hadn't expected to, really. And he certainly didn't regret having sex with Erik.
But it was still an adjustment. He supposed he'd just need to practice more - it was possible he was going to be obsessed with sex for a little while. He should probably get Erik some vitamins.
Erik sat up and the covers pooled around his waist.
A lot of vitamins.
Maybe he should take some, too.
Charles was contemplating jumping back into the bed - could he jump directly into Erik's lap or was that too potentially injurious? - when the door shook from the force of the knocking.
"I'm opening this door!" Raven shouted. "And you had all better be wearing pants!"
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