「 The Professor & I 」Charles Xavier Love Story

(139) Normality

Lynn's POV

Days passed and with my mood stabilized, I finally allowed my mind to ponder over the imperative issue that could possibly change our lives.

It was strange, how terrifying it actually was to be granted the chance of reverting to normality. It was ridiculous, how high my hopes went with this preliminary project that was ironically based upon no substantially reliable results or findings. It was understated, how devastating it proved to be if it failed to succeed, though it was definitely and completely safe to have had Charles' endorsement.

My thoughts that wandered themselves around the fear of despair this paramount decision could bring about was met with the occasional impulsive spurs that would have brought me down to Hank's lab if not the the minimal rationality that still existed within them. The restrain practiced drained me more than I imagined and I accidentally dozed off reading a book while waiting for Charles to return to bed from his shower. Amidst my daze, something moved in my hands and I awakened in shock, finding him next to me with my novel in his hands.

"I'm sorry, Charles," I murmured, guilty for falling asleep first for it had always been agreed upon to turn in together.

"It's alright. I know you're tired," he consoled and rubbed my arms for warmth. "Do you want to lie down?" He appealed but I shook my head.

"Just let me hug you, please," I demanded softly and surrounded my arms snugly around his waist as he set my literature to the nightstand.

"I'm sorry to have put you under this much stress," he apologized quietly and I felt him kiss the top of my head as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, intertwining his fingers with mine that were rested on his hips.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He sought warily.

"It's not your fault, Charles. I just worry too much," I croaked but he simply stroked my hair, albeit only alleviating my apprehension mildly.

"Don't try to take the blame, love," he refuted kindly.

"I know, that after all these years, it's still what you deeply desire. That's why I had Hank embark on the research in the first place," he explained slowly.

"I know that you've suppressed the idea so long, buried it so faraway thinking it unreachable, and now that it's resurfaced, you're at a loss," he unveiled in a pensive tone as I laid in his embrace, listening to his perceptive words that accurately described my inner feelings and his hypnotic heartbeat I wished would last forever.

"It's perfectly fine if you don't want to do this, love," he comforted, gently tapping my shoulder but I straightened up my posture, looking at him remorsefully.

"Please don't get me wrong, Charles. I really want to but... The dilemma kills me every time I think about it and I can't bring myself to make you the martyr again..." I confessed hesitantly.

"I know that you're afraid, and I know exactly why. But I want you to know, that no matter the choice you make, I will be here to bear the consequences with you," he affirmed with absolute certainty beaming from his crystal blue eyes.

"But I don't want you to bear anymore consequences, Charles. You don't deserve it," I argued sadly.

"We are one, Lynn. Do I have to remind you that there is no longer any distinction between you and I?" He asked humorously and it served its purpose to make me giggle.

"We will face this, and whatever that comes, together," he assured sincerely and confidently.

I looked at his encouraging smile, carefully examining the beauty encompassed in every feature on his face as I tenderly caressed it, and while it was probably not true that a halo hovered over his head, it was no exaggeration that his benevolent behavior came as anything less than saint-like. The students thought me to be his angel, but very much on the contrary, he was mine.

"Do you know what your graciousness means to me, St. Xavier?" I teased and he chuckled in amusement.

"And you say I'm the one who overstates things around here?" He contended, sounding amazed.

"You did not answer the question," I countered haughtily.

"Neither did you," he retorted and I rolled my eyes at his blatant cockiness.

As we laughed off each other's antics, Charles planted a kiss to my lips that spontaneously turned sensual. Running his tongue vigorously around my mouth like he had never explored the cavity before, groping and fondling followed under our sleepwear that were soon strewn across the room. Carefully placing ourselves into our usual positions with me straddling him, we were engulfed in heated smooches, passionate moans and pleasurable sensations.

As Charles continuously whispered flirtatiously in my ear, the standard routine we were accustomed to prevailed for it was difficult to be anymore adventurous or make much modifications to our already unconventional and relatively demanding sequence. While it was nothing different, the levels of satisfaction and excitement had remarkably not diminished over the years. In fact, it felt strikingly unique and equally if not more intense with each encounter that always served to bring me to heaven.

A climax and release later with floating furniture, that marked the end of a magical piece of art even after ten years, surrounding us and a mild piercing in my head with Charles' joyous and unintentional psychic feedback, our breathings were heavy and erratic yet we grinned silly as we stared into each other's eyes.

"Are you keen to find out how this will feel like if everything goes right?" I probed seriously as I rested my palm on Charles' bare chest and lowered the wood wares while seated on his lap.

Indisputably, we made love on the serum before but something told me that the experience would never be same with the presence of our gifts. His grin gradually faded from his face totally, displaying his arising troubles clearly as he avoided eye contact with me.

"Charles, you can be honest with me," I advised as I cupped his face, guiding his gaze back to mine.

"I don't want to sway you, Lynn," he insisted solemnly.

"What if I told you I've already made up my mind?" I prodded and he frowned at me with a tinge of dismay represented in his eyes.

"You don't have to decide now. There's no rush, love," he dissuaded politely.

"I know, but if you're not afraid, I don't see a reason I need to be or why I should be wasting anymore time putting this off any longer," I justified earnestly.

"I'm giving this a shot, Charles," I affirmed and he simply looked at me gravely.

"I know that this is as much a dream to you as it is to me, Charles. It's what you're entitled to and there's nothing to be ashamed of," I heartened.

"For in dreams, we enter a world that is entirely our own," I enlightened and his conscience-stricken expression beamed into a smirk.

"Look who's the saint now?" He joked as he ruffled with my locks.

"Don't touch my hair, you idiot!" I snapped lightheartedly as I combed my fingers through my tresses, trying to revert them to a neat state.

"But you look adorable like this," he claimed, reducing my efforts with his perpetual messing of my mane.

"Stop it! Or you're picking up your own clothes!" I threatened, levitating only my nightgown back to the bed and playfully stuck my tongue out at him.

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