「 The Professor & I 」VOLUME II

(222) Embrace This

Lynn's POV

Staring at Charles cheekily, I forcefully yanked on his shirt and pressed our lips together for a heated kiss. He gradually leaned forward amidst our sensual interaction, nearly tipping over the bunch of utensils balancing atop his senseless legs, and while the clamorous clashing of silverware inevitably broke our passionate streak, we pulled away with contradictory amusement coalesced onto our faces.

He laughed heartily, one hand frantically gripping onto the slipping tray while the other remained on the upper section of my thigh supporting his inclined posture as I slowly released my grasp on his top.

"You don't have to be jealous, Charles," I appealed quietly as I caressed his face.

"Trauma rewards a man with great honour," I assured sincerely as I traced my hand down to his chest, resting my palm onto his pounding heart.

"Besides, I love your hair," I remarked seductively, tenderly cradling that bald skull epitomising sexiness to the tee, and he grinned, ecstasy almost spilling through those perfect teeth.

"Just as much as I love you," I whispered, no longer able to contain my string of giggles, and his cheeks pinked in the most adorable blush possible.

"Let's go," I egged, levitating all the used cutlery behind us, as Charles and I rolled alongside each other towards the exit.

Swiftly arriving at the emergency ward, we watched calmly as Logan, gravely injured, was meticulously placed onto a hospital bed with Storm diligently hooking him up to all our medical equipment, that had regrettably seen a spike in usage across the past week, upon verbal instructions from Jean.

Suddenly, the broadcast airing faintly in the background on the large screen Charles and I had forgotten to switch off before we left the premises prior was suspended and replaced by a signature jingle, alerting us to the breaking news currently circulating live.

"We interrupt this program to bring you a special bulletin. The authorities have apprehended three mutants from the vicinity of Liberty Island, suspected to be involved in the acts of terrorism threatening the United Nations Summit earlier tonight. Erik Lehnsherr, otherwise known as Magneto, former criminal and fugitive, was identified amongst the group, together with two unnamed females. Two other individuals were found dead on site. Stay tuned for more updates from CBS," the anchorman neutrally narrated before the scene swapped back to its original transmission.

"I'm sorry, Professor," Jean apologized truthfully from her stance, leading our gaze to the remorseful looks on both her face and Storm's as they noticed promptly Charles' grim expression.

"It's alright. I know all of you did your best. Just check on him," Charles urged, albeit with fret still trickling through his troubled features.

As Jean monitored Logan's vitals and other life indicators closely on the various digital displays, Scott and his kind chaperon finally reunited with the team, with Rogue struggling to really support Scott's weight while he limped on his healthy leg.

"That's fine, Rouge. Thank you," Scott acknowledged courteously as the teen prudently sat him into a nearby chair.

"I think it's time you went to bed," Scott insisted politely but Rogue's expression rapidly grew with anxiety and distress.

"Can't I stay here with him?" Rogue pleaded shakily, sheer eagerness brimming like the tears of her watering eyes as she stared at Logan's severely inflicted body now being carefully stripped by Jean.