Author: MoiraShipper

Summary: The first time Charles and Moira meet during FC is in a different way, full of attraction, anguish and a dark touch.

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Behind brown eyes

Chapter 1

But my dreams they aren't as empty

As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely

My love is vengeance

That's never free

Behind blue eyes-Limp Bizkit

After his presentation, Charles Xavier asked his sister to go straight home, and for the first time in years, Raven obeyed him, knowing how much that presentation had frustrated him to the point of showing his irritation on his face, always calm and composed. So she went to their apartment.

He closed his overcoat around his body, knowing that what he needed most at that moment was several beers to make him forget that afternoon and his thesis in suspension, and a good company to praise and be praised, nothing complicated.

That afternoon, during the presentation of his thesis, he had talked about mutation and X gene, his research subject, but the professors hadn't seemed convinced and so they would hold a meeting and decide within a week whether or not they would approve his thesis.

He could have forced them with his mind, after all he was a talented telepath, a mutant, but not only he wasn't like that, but also because if he had done that, he wouldn't have enjoyed the approval as deserved. He had devoted years to that research, since it was tied to the gene he and Raven had and which meant there should be more mutants like then, and seeing the research be treated so dubious made him very angry, something that wasn't common to him, always so educated, calm, kind and affectionate as Raven liked to describe him.

He then spotted the bar he was looking for and entered, going to the high stools of the counter, letting the door slam behind him.

Moira Mactaggert was sitting on one of the bar stools at the bar, after her superiors had called her. The CIA agent and her partner Levine had been watching a suspicious nightclub called 'Hellfire', where many Communists had been attending for months, and she would soon be promoted after two long years of surveillance. But in less than a day, she had sabotaged her chances by calling the director of the agency and telling what she had seen, as if it hadn't been enough her being a woman in a macho job and world.

She had seen Colonel Hendry enter the bar, and after seeing him disappear into a closed room with one of the escorts there, blonde, she had discovered a secret door to a room where she had seen the colonel, the blonde woman and two men, one of them the owner of the HellFire. But what had left her wide-eyed was the blond woman's skin turning into diamonds, along with a red man, materializing there, and then everyone in the room had disappeared.

And after calling the director to tell him that, he had said that the woman was wasting his time because the colonel was with him at the meeting. Moira had decided to look for an expert in the area and heard that there would be a presentation on the subject there, but the director then had called her that morning, telling her that for an indefinite time she would be downgraded.

Moira was feeling more than frustrated, she felt humiliated. She had stayed only in her bra and panties so she could enter the nightclub, dealing with the looks of men who repulsed her, so that she could be a good agent and now she was downgraded to a lower rank, secretary, for an indefinite time.

She stared at the glass of water in front of her and then pushed it away, feeling all her frustration, humiliation and stress and then she asked for a martine, drinking everything quickly, lowering the empty glass and closing her eyes, feeling the alcohol gradually go to her bloodstream.

She propped her elbow over the table, laying her cheek on her hand and letting the beautiful auburn hair create a curtain over her face, her brown eyes burning from the alcohol.

She then saw someone sitting on the stool next to her, but she didn't look at him, turning her attention to the empty glass in front of her, still remembering the call and listening to the soft voice of a man asking for a whiskey and minutes later, a woman. She ignored them and then said:

"Another martine please."

"Allow me to pay a pretty little bean with a MCR-one gene a drink. Waiter, please bring two beers."

Moira frowned, lifting her head from her hand, pulling back her hair and looking at the man next to her, who now seemed to be alone, and said mildly irritated:

"I am not interested."

He was handsome, she had to admit, with blue eyes, a charming smile and wavy brown hair, but she wasn't interested in being a 'pretty little bean', he thinking he could get her drunk and have an incredible night.

Charles, seeing her lift her face, was shocked to see her, she had not only aa fascinating hair, but she was beautiful, with chocolate-brown eyes, looking slightly wide and her mind was fantastic, sagacious, beautiful.

Moira stood up, going to the ladies' room that was empty when a tall man with his tie undone walked to her.

"And Mactaggert..." He said, smirking and placing a hand on her shoulder and she rolled her eyes. How she hated him.

"Stryker."

"I heard you're a secretary now... Maybe you could go to my new office and help me with some things..." He whispered maliciously, approaching her ear, and his other hand went down to her knee where was the bar of the dress she wore under her coat, slowly raising the bar and revealing her thighs.

Disgusted, her face flushed with anger she twisted his hand in a move she had learned in training, glaring at him. Who did he think he was? She still was from the CIA, and she could still report him for sexual harassment.

"If you put your hands on me again, you'll never be able to hold a gun with her again, or I'll even use my gun on you."

"Always full or yourself, just a little woman with a gun and a badge playing of being a agent." He mocked, and his eyes stared at her with hatred and malice. He hated her, with her scores higher than his and wanted to be an agent, he wanted to show her place as a woman.

"Oh, I remember, you were downgraded as a secretary, you're no longer an agent. Doubt somebody here or the CIA would believe that I abused you, you drank too much and asked for it."

Moira stared at him in shock, and his lips went to hers, pressing them so she couldn't scream as his larger body pressed her hard against the door, one hand gripping hers as she fought to break loose and the other, caressing her waist and rising to her chest, and she used the knee that was stuck between his legs to kick him, but it only made him angrier as his tongue entered her mouth and his hand caressed her chest.

Moira's eyes glittered with anger and humiliation, hating her situation as a woman and she managed to bite his lip, drawing blood and that made Stryker shiver in pain.

"Stay away from me William Stryker, or I'll bite you again, or scream, you choose!" Moira hissed and as she pushed him hard into the mirror and opened her mouth to scream, he covered her nose and mouth with one hand, the other going to her neck and her brown eyes widened, trying to breathe.

But the man from before appeared, touching Stryker's shoulder and he turned angrily to him, still blocking her oxygen.

Charles had two fingers discreetly on his own temple, as he stared at Stryker calmly, though his eyes glittered with anger. He could have drunk and his mind was a bit foggy, but when he had seen what was happening, he decided to intervene, concentrating and saying in a cold voice:

"If there's one thing I can't stand, it's seeing men like you abusing women just because they think they can." And Charles then released his shoulder, going to the hand that held her neck: "You'll loose her now, apologize and you won't touch another woman any more."

And then, in spite of the angry look, Stryka released her and Moira recovered the air, her eyes widening as the agent said, before leaving:

"I'm sorry."

Moira rubbed her neck, still breathing with difficulty and Charles, worried, approached, seeing the conversation and the threats going over her head, and seeing the man call her by the surname and gently he touched the corner of her lip where Stryker's blood was and she stared at him, her eyes slightly wide.

It wasn't the fun and carefree night he had in mind, but he was happy to be able to save her, not just because he was against violence or because she was beautiful, her mind fascinated him.

"Mactaggert, are you okay?"

His touch made her shiver, but in the good way, and she could see that he was not a complete womanizer. He lowered his hand and she frowned.

"How do you know my last name?"

"I can read minds." He said, pointing to his temple. It wasn't a completely lie and she rolled her eyes but said honestly:

"Thank you for saving me, I don't know how you did that... Idiot to leave. But I want you to know that I can take care of myself, I'm stronger than I look, even though I am a woman." Moira finished, feeling confused and frustrated, hating to feel weak and lose, at the same time that she felt good to have been protected by him and then she returned to the bar counter, leaving Charles behind.

Moira sat on the stool, her heart racing, while Stryker's image was replaced by the blue-eyed man's and his mesmerizing voice and she said, knowing she needed alcohol to forget the two men:

"Waiter, a beer."

"Put it on my account." Moira's eyes widened, lips parted as Charles sat beside her and smiled at her. He wanted an uncomplicated night, but something in that woman with her mind, beauty and hair attracted him.

"Listen, Mr... I don't even know your name." She said, and despite the martinis, she could still think. "Like I said, thank you for what you did before, but I just want a calm night, no worries and no men trying to show me my place." She said, shoving the beer glass back at him, seeing his mysterious gaze.

"Xavier."

"What?"

"You said you don't know my name, I don't know yours too, but I know your last name, mine is Xavier." He told her gallantly and then pushed the beer back to her. "And I'm not looking for complications either. I want an uncomplicated night, and I think you already know that I'm in favor of equal rights."

Moira was attracted to him. His beautiful smile and blue eyes seemed to read her mind, his honesty, his speech. She then stared at him, accepting his beer and taking a long sip that made Charles look in amazement before doing the same and the two smiled, feeling the electricity of their bodies and Charles came closer, touching her hair, and Moira blushed, feeling hos warmth.

"And what is a woman so beautiful and intelligent like you doing here?" With alcohol taking effect on both of them, he couldn't read her mind clearly, seeing only blurs of her on the phone, looking annoyed. "Didn't that Stryker guy say something about you being downgraded?"

"I can't talk about my job, but in short, I had came to attend a lecture here, but my boss downgraded me for not taking me seriously and because I'm a woman."

Her brown eyes flashed and Charles watched them, seeing the sadness, the anger, the resignation of the woman, without even needing to read her mind. These feelings were on her eyes, making him more curious and worried, and for a second, he saw a blurry image of a woman with a shiny body and a man disappearing into the air and she talking about a lecture and he frowned , wondering if it had to do with him, but thought it was the drink affecting her mind or his and it seemed better not to ask.

Moira then left her face expressionless, as if she knew he was reading it and said:

"But I don't want to talk about it. Why is someone so smart like you doing here and alone?" Charles looked at her in amusement. "Because the 'MCR-one gene' line wasn't quoted from a movie."

Charles laughed, sipped at his beer and then, placing a lock of her hand behind her ear, noticing it flushed. Wow, she was beautiful.

"In fact my dear, I say MCR-one gene and you would say auburn hair. Well, it's complicated but the short storyis that during the presentation of my thesis and my professors didn't take the subject very seriously."

Moira gave him a small smile in comfort, putting a hand over his and he smiled, lacing his fingers with hers, lifting them and resting his elbow on the counter as he looked at her and she looked away, smiling, finishing her drink.

When she lowered her glass and turned her face, she leaned in, kissing his lips. Charles smiled, lifting his free hand and holding her waist as he deepened the kiss.

Moira had never felt a kiss so intense like that, as she parted her lips as she felt the man's tongue ask for passage, feeling his hand on her waist massaged her firm but gently, where Stryker had gripped her and she sighed.

When they broke the kiss out of breath, Charles smiled with the perfect kiss and then whispered on her lips:

"Do you want to get out of here?"

"Get me out of here."

TBC