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schmericaI asked some people for prompts of timestamps, before/after/during my stories. Here are a couple of them. Warning for chatty storytelling rather than polished writing.
First: With the Red Roses, the previous fisting sex referred to in the story.
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Okay, so, werewolf fisting! So this is taking place during the training at the mansion period - in this AU, it's definitely a matter of months, whatever the official timeline int he movie might be. They've already been there for at least a couple of weeks at this point, maybe a month or so, so it's late summer. Moira has had to go and do some sort of meeting catch-up thing with the CIA and so is gone for a little bit, and Raven has taken this opportunity to be spokesman for all of the other mutants and declare that she and the boys deserve a day off. Which, this is totally serious, and Charlotte should emphasize that and how much work they still have to do and everything else, but for some reason she doesn't say any of that, and just gives Raven some cash and tells them to go into the city and enjoy themselves instead.
So Charlotte and Erik have the place to themselves, and it's a rainy day, thunderstorms on and off, gray but still warm, and Charlotte decides they are going to spend the entire day in bed together. Getting out for food, maybe, but that's it. They haven't had a chance before; they might never get one again. Sometimes being around Erik makes Charlotte want to be decadent. See him decadent.
It's probably already early afternoon. All the blankets have been thrown to the floor long ago, however many rounds ago. Erik's already come quite a few times in the last twelve hours, most recently from Charlotte's long and kind of worshipful blowjob (which she is still feeling pretty smug about), so as impressive as his stamina is, he's definitely not going to be getting it up again any time soon. So it's cruel, Charlotte thinks, that he won't stop touching her, teasing her, driving her up to desperation like this, when they both know he's not going to be able to come through for her, and Charlotte even says it out loud to him, whining as she pulls at his hair where he's sucking at her breast - she can't decide whether she wants to pull him off or to press him there harder, it's equally unbearable either way.
And Erik kisses her stomach and says, in this kind of horribly sweet voice that she doesn't have to worry, because he'll always come through for her. And then he's pulling away, grabbing the lube, rearranging her on top of the pillows and spreading her legs wide, so wide, staring down at the most intimate part of her and smiling so fiercely, and it's not like the touch of his hand on her is anything new at this point, but the energy feels different somehow, crackling in the air between them, and she melts back and gives herself over to whatever he's going to do.
*****
Second: the A Smile Rising universe, one month after cleaning the windows between us.
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Ahhh, a month after the dead baby revelations will be, hmm, mid-to-late February? Which is just about Erik's birthday in this universe, and Charles is kind of - not freaking out, but definitely concerned about it. It's thirty-five, which is a big deal, and Charles wants to do something equally significant, you know? But he's having a lot of trouble. He's usually really good at getting people presents, but somehow with Erik it's harder; everything seems too cheesy or too impersonal or too ... not Erik. If it was Charles's birthday, of course, he'd want a party, all of his favorite people and plenty of booze - but that's not what Erik's into at all.
What he ends up doing is taking Erik away for the weekend. He doesn't tell him where they're going; it's a surprise. And Erik's definitely surprised when they get the Westchester estate.
Charles hasn't actually been there in years, not since before his stepdad died, so even though he knows there are people who get paid to keep up the place and come in and take care of it every few weeks, part of him is still expecting it to be a little like a ghost house. Everything shut down, all the furniture covered in dust and white sheets. But it's not like that at all, really. It still looks like somebody lives there.
"You own this place?" Erik says, leaning back against the car.
Charles comes around from the driver's side to stand by him. He has his hands jammed into his pockets; he's definitely not standing up straight. "Technically," he says. "It's in both me and Raven's names."
He can't really read the look on Erik's face. "I had no idea you had this much money," Erik says after a moment.
Charles shrugs. "I - it's all in a trust, you know. I can't touch any of it until I'm twenty five." Erik's shaking his head a little, but he's not frowning, so Charles looks up at him from beneath his lashes. "Look at it this way," Charles says, "at least now you don't have to worry any more about me being a gold digger."
Erik says, in an absent tone, "I never worried about that." Which just goes to show, Charles thinks, because he should have. Charles could have been a horrible person, ready to take advantage of Erik and break his heart. Charles is kind of angry just thinking about it - which is nonsensical, when he stops to consider it.
He steps forward to Erik, resting his body against his, so that Erik is pressed completely between the car and Charles. Charles finds his hand and tugs at it, lacing their fingers together, and tilts his head up expectantly.
He doesn't have to wait long; he never does. Erik kisses him slowly, carefully, until Charles is melting with it, letting all his weight lean heavily onto Erik. Erik breaks the kiss, pressing their foreheads together. With his free hand he plays with the scarf twisted around Charles's neck.
"I love you," Charles says, and Erik breathes out, not a word but something that almost sounds like ah. "Come inside with me, and I'll show you how I grew up."
"All right," Erik says, and Charles doesn't let go of his hand as he drags him inside.
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Third: Swim From Your Heavens, the day after.
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Hmm, the day after Swim From Your Heavens. The next day is a school day, and Charles sleeps through his alarm; Raven's already in her school uniform, yelling at him that he's going to be late, so he has to rush through everyone and still gets to school only having had half a cup of orange juice for breakfast and not getting to brush his teeth. There's no time to talk to Raven then, of course, and then they're in different classes and even lunch periods for the rest of the day. He can still feel her mind in the outer ranges of his consciousness, though, and it's hard for him to pay attention during the day, because he keeps thinking about last night, and he can't really concentrate on anything else. He doesn't know what he's thinking, which is unusual, but it's even worse that he has no idea what Raven is thinking.
Sometime during the afternoon he becomes desparate enough to break his promise to her, and he dips into her mind, just a little, just to check - but it's practically booby-trapped, the mental equivalent of Raven locking her doors and putting up signs that say CHARLES STAY OUT and he feels kind of ashamed as he quickly exits again.
Raven disappears again, as soon as they get home, and Charles settles himself down to do his homework and tries not to feel sorry for himself. He doesn't masturbate, either, which is a change from his daily routine, because everything he thinks about feels wrong.
Dinner is with Mother tonight, and it's silent and dreary and when Charles sneaks looks at Raven she smiles at him but doesn't say anything.
He goes to bed early. It's barely a half hour after he's in bed, still just lying there thinking, when the knock comes to his door. He calls out, "Come in," and Raven enters, wearing her nightgown, and walks silently to the side of his bed.
Charles pushes himself up on his elbows. "Did you - did you have another bad dream?" he asks, the words coming out difficult around the lump in his throat.
He can see Raven's hesitation before she says, "...yes."
He pulls back the blanket in invitation and starts to scoot over enough for her to lie down next to him, but she stops him, and crawls on top of him instead.
Charles says, "Raven-" but she shakes her head, blonde hair falling into her face, and he goes silent.
"Thank you," she says, and leans down to kiss his mouth.
*****
First: With the Red Roses, the previous fisting sex referred to in the story.
*****
Okay, so, werewolf fisting! So this is taking place during the training at the mansion period - in this AU, it's definitely a matter of months, whatever the official timeline int he movie might be. They've already been there for at least a couple of weeks at this point, maybe a month or so, so it's late summer. Moira has had to go and do some sort of meeting catch-up thing with the CIA and so is gone for a little bit, and Raven has taken this opportunity to be spokesman for all of the other mutants and declare that she and the boys deserve a day off. Which, this is totally serious, and Charlotte should emphasize that and how much work they still have to do and everything else, but for some reason she doesn't say any of that, and just gives Raven some cash and tells them to go into the city and enjoy themselves instead.
So Charlotte and Erik have the place to themselves, and it's a rainy day, thunderstorms on and off, gray but still warm, and Charlotte decides they are going to spend the entire day in bed together. Getting out for food, maybe, but that's it. They haven't had a chance before; they might never get one again. Sometimes being around Erik makes Charlotte want to be decadent. See him decadent.
It's probably already early afternoon. All the blankets have been thrown to the floor long ago, however many rounds ago. Erik's already come quite a few times in the last twelve hours, most recently from Charlotte's long and kind of worshipful blowjob (which she is still feeling pretty smug about), so as impressive as his stamina is, he's definitely not going to be getting it up again any time soon. So it's cruel, Charlotte thinks, that he won't stop touching her, teasing her, driving her up to desperation like this, when they both know he's not going to be able to come through for her, and Charlotte even says it out loud to him, whining as she pulls at his hair where he's sucking at her breast - she can't decide whether she wants to pull him off or to press him there harder, it's equally unbearable either way.
And Erik kisses her stomach and says, in this kind of horribly sweet voice that she doesn't have to worry, because he'll always come through for her. And then he's pulling away, grabbing the lube, rearranging her on top of the pillows and spreading her legs wide, so wide, staring down at the most intimate part of her and smiling so fiercely, and it's not like the touch of his hand on her is anything new at this point, but the energy feels different somehow, crackling in the air between them, and she melts back and gives herself over to whatever he's going to do.
*****
Second: the A Smile Rising universe, one month after cleaning the windows between us.
*****
Ahhh, a month after the dead baby revelations will be, hmm, mid-to-late February? Which is just about Erik's birthday in this universe, and Charles is kind of - not freaking out, but definitely concerned about it. It's thirty-five, which is a big deal, and Charles wants to do something equally significant, you know? But he's having a lot of trouble. He's usually really good at getting people presents, but somehow with Erik it's harder; everything seems too cheesy or too impersonal or too ... not Erik. If it was Charles's birthday, of course, he'd want a party, all of his favorite people and plenty of booze - but that's not what Erik's into at all.
What he ends up doing is taking Erik away for the weekend. He doesn't tell him where they're going; it's a surprise. And Erik's definitely surprised when they get the Westchester estate.
Charles hasn't actually been there in years, not since before his stepdad died, so even though he knows there are people who get paid to keep up the place and come in and take care of it every few weeks, part of him is still expecting it to be a little like a ghost house. Everything shut down, all the furniture covered in dust and white sheets. But it's not like that at all, really. It still looks like somebody lives there.
"You own this place?" Erik says, leaning back against the car.
Charles comes around from the driver's side to stand by him. He has his hands jammed into his pockets; he's definitely not standing up straight. "Technically," he says. "It's in both me and Raven's names."
He can't really read the look on Erik's face. "I had no idea you had this much money," Erik says after a moment.
Charles shrugs. "I - it's all in a trust, you know. I can't touch any of it until I'm twenty five." Erik's shaking his head a little, but he's not frowning, so Charles looks up at him from beneath his lashes. "Look at it this way," Charles says, "at least now you don't have to worry any more about me being a gold digger."
Erik says, in an absent tone, "I never worried about that." Which just goes to show, Charles thinks, because he should have. Charles could have been a horrible person, ready to take advantage of Erik and break his heart. Charles is kind of angry just thinking about it - which is nonsensical, when he stops to consider it.
He steps forward to Erik, resting his body against his, so that Erik is pressed completely between the car and Charles. Charles finds his hand and tugs at it, lacing their fingers together, and tilts his head up expectantly.
He doesn't have to wait long; he never does. Erik kisses him slowly, carefully, until Charles is melting with it, letting all his weight lean heavily onto Erik. Erik breaks the kiss, pressing their foreheads together. With his free hand he plays with the scarf twisted around Charles's neck.
"I love you," Charles says, and Erik breathes out, not a word but something that almost sounds like ah. "Come inside with me, and I'll show you how I grew up."
"All right," Erik says, and Charles doesn't let go of his hand as he drags him inside.
*****
Third: Swim From Your Heavens, the day after.
*****
Hmm, the day after Swim From Your Heavens. The next day is a school day, and Charles sleeps through his alarm; Raven's already in her school uniform, yelling at him that he's going to be late, so he has to rush through everyone and still gets to school only having had half a cup of orange juice for breakfast and not getting to brush his teeth. There's no time to talk to Raven then, of course, and then they're in different classes and even lunch periods for the rest of the day. He can still feel her mind in the outer ranges of his consciousness, though, and it's hard for him to pay attention during the day, because he keeps thinking about last night, and he can't really concentrate on anything else. He doesn't know what he's thinking, which is unusual, but it's even worse that he has no idea what Raven is thinking.
Sometime during the afternoon he becomes desparate enough to break his promise to her, and he dips into her mind, just a little, just to check - but it's practically booby-trapped, the mental equivalent of Raven locking her doors and putting up signs that say CHARLES STAY OUT and he feels kind of ashamed as he quickly exits again.
Raven disappears again, as soon as they get home, and Charles settles himself down to do his homework and tries not to feel sorry for himself. He doesn't masturbate, either, which is a change from his daily routine, because everything he thinks about feels wrong.
Dinner is with Mother tonight, and it's silent and dreary and when Charles sneaks looks at Raven she smiles at him but doesn't say anything.
He goes to bed early. It's barely a half hour after he's in bed, still just lying there thinking, when the knock comes to his door. He calls out, "Come in," and Raven enters, wearing her nightgown, and walks silently to the side of his bed.
Charles pushes himself up on his elbows. "Did you - did you have another bad dream?" he asks, the words coming out difficult around the lump in his throat.
He can see Raven's hesitation before she says, "...yes."
He pulls back the blanket in invitation and starts to scoot over enough for her to lie down next to him, but she stops him, and crawls on top of him instead.
Charles says, "Raven-" but she shakes her head, blonde hair falling into her face, and he goes silent.
"Thank you," she says, and leans down to kiss his mouth.
*****
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