Lynn's POV
It was raw, and surprisingly better than I knew before.
Charles let out an inaudible yelp of instinct, a subtle yet powerful note just as potent as the acute throbbing he involuntarily induced in my head. Panting heavily, his neck tendons strained in plain sight, but as a pleasant smile spread widely across those tasty lips, they all began to fade and he was delivered into paradise. He heaved a long, heartfelt sigh and it was that utter purity of his delight that brought me to a high.
Even without its senses, the shiver of my body was nearly reminiscent. The surge of masculine essence sent shudders up my spine and the parts that could actually feel it tingled in sheer satisfaction impossible to renounce.
Beams of joy radiated brilliantly from his face and I grinned with unprecedented vibrance channeling through my veins. The infamy of reality, however, soon lunged itself at me, relentlessly thrusting waves of fatigue past my skin, and I intuitively laid onto him.
Bare chests to one another, his diaphragm was the only thing vibrating in this comfortable silence. My ears twitched listening to his bounding pulse grow steady, a rhythmic heartbeat singing his presence as a wondrous melody. He gingerly combed my hair, gently playing with its ends while his other fingers trickled down, eventually tapping on my back.
"I hate to have you covered, but I'm afraid you might catch a cold like that," Charles stated in a whisper and I giggled, lifting my head slightly to peer at our naked bodies stacked atop one another.
I nodded and simply flowed with his prudent motion as he carefully flipped us onto our sides, still entwined as one but surely he had to leave to drag the soft duvet upon us. Snugly enveloped in its warmth and his, I slowly moved my hand to cup his face, tenderly caressing his sunken cheek telling me precisely how much the school, and my leaving, had taken a toll on him.
"Will you ever forgive me?" I blurted, words automatically spilling forth as I gazed shakily into the sparkle of his eyes.
"You know I would if you actually did something wrong," Charles replied unhesitatingly, impeccable graciousness dribbling over his crisp English accent yet stabbing my heart with a contradicting torture.
"Your kindness isn't making me feel any better," I murmured, looking away in dejection but he planted two fingers on my chin, gradually bringing our eyes to meet.
"Did you ever stop loving me?" He challenged mildly, expectantly, and almost rhetorically but my answer promptly burst itself through its seams.
"No!" I frantically exclaimed, dismay unmistakably written all over my face.
"Then you never broke that promise," he reassured, smiling cordially, as he brushed away the panicky tear that strayed from its place.
"Lynn, look. You didn't leave because you wanted to, but because you had to," Charles reminded nicely, interlacing his fingers with mine.
"You were in pain and he was the only one who could be there for you," he explained in a sympathetic tone.
"If you think yourself a sinner, then think me equally at fault," he genuinely appealed and I could only react with a cynical laughter to his understanding gesture.
"But if it really makes you feel any better, then of course I'll say I forgive you, why not?" Charles recited, shrugging with a superficial expression.
"I just need you to know that I really never blamed you," he stressed blatantly.
"And that you should stop weighing down yourself, because I'm sure he wouldn't too," Charles affirmed unreservedly with ultimate confidence.
"He just doesn't remember to," I slurred sheepishly.
"You just wanted him to be happy. The same way he wants you to be happy," Charles comforted but there still seemed more than a tinge of apprehension.
"The same way I want you to be happy," he reiterated compassionately.
"I love you, Lynn," Charles asserted, delicately stroking my face with his thumb, and all his counseling began to settle in.
There was a familiar fuzziness germinating in my chest, exact to the beach, the kitchen, and the lawn. The magical sort that would mysteriously relieve me of all pain, effortlessly strip me of all burdens, and immediately gift me with great belief of eternal blissfulness. Miraculously healing my heart, Charles courteously landed a delectable kiss to my lips and I basically indulged myself, severely needing it.
"Will you stay?" Charles sought as we broke away, attempting to hide his eagerness but they seeped though like sunlight behind the curtains of his eyes.
"Well, my house has been destroyed so it doesn't look like I have much of a choice," I spouted humorously, hoping my lighthearted tone would ease his tensed expression but it only turned more somber.
"I'm serious," Charles insisted cheerlessly.
"So am I, when I say I think I'm ready to stay forever," I revealed and he was practically glowing with elation.
"I've missed you, Charles. And I love you. I always have," I confessed honestly.
"I know, my love," Charles admitted jubilantly, not making anymore attempts to contain his excitement.
"But I think it's time you ought to get some sleep," he quietly pleaded as he lightly rubbed the dark bags beneath my terribly sore eyes irritated by an unwavering sting.
"Good night, Charles," I conceded tiredly as he cuddled me and there was no new memory of the night that slipped itself into an imaginary reverie.
There was no specific landscape to the dream, at least not one that I could remember, just a plain niceness that welcomed me with open arms into this deep slumber. Soon, it came to a halt, the wonder of musings naturally vanishing as it gave way to the tides of dawn, but there seemed no tangible impression of reluctance or grief, knowing how good the morning would be.
"Good morning, Mrs. Xavier," Charles greeted, his sweet voice teasing my ears, as I stirred in his embrace, realizing the peculiar reemergence of our clothing between us.
"Morning, dear," I responded, mostly muffled as I buried my head into his neck, pecking him with a couple of kisses and he started to chuckle almost unceasingly.
"What's so funny?" I prodded curiously, shifting my drowsy gaze to his that was blessed with a rarity of angelic marvel skipping through those crystal blue irises.
"The way you look in the morning," Charles claimed exuberantly as he pleasantly smoothened out the auburn tresses on the top of my skull.
"And what's that? Is there grass in my hair?" I questioned jokingly and his eyes widened in astonishment as he stunned for just a split second before he laughed in that amazingly cute manner, shaking his head amusedly.
"Then what is it?" I investigated keenly and his expression diluted into a smirk.
"Extraordinarily adorable. Incredibly attractive. And just a little too tantalizing," Charles exaggerated, his tone becoming increasingly seductive as he leaned in, intending to press his lips onto mine.
"Don't you have class?" I mumbled through our kiss.
"I had Jean takeover since your return," he articulated nonchalantly and I instantly pulled away, flashing him an aghast face.
"Before you say that I'm ridiculous, I think she's quite willing to help out her Professor who's not seen his beautiful wife in seven years," he reasoned politely.
"Well-" I retorted, aiming to counter his moderately inaccurate argument but he swiftly interrupted.
"In person," Charles hurriedly added and I could not resist giggling a little.
"May I ask that you go back to it today?" I sincerely requested with a smile and he raised his eyebrow at me curiously.
"If you don't mind, it's been a while since I've had the privilege of watching you teach," I revealed and he chuckled, a faint blush blooming through the skin of his cheeks.
"Very well," Charles gladly acceded and we finally proceeded to get out of bed.
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Good morning! I think that's all for the little mature content they might have for now. Proceeding on to more formal stuff, like class 😌
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