Author: MoiraShipper
Summary: One year after 'ILSYL', Moira and Charles are in the Xavier mansion, which is being prepared to become a school for young mutants and the couple need to face the problems that appear with their busy lives and that threatens to destroy their relationship.
Unashamedly a mix of Skins with X-men. My fault! But I hope you enjoy.
Where we stand
Chapter 1
I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met
The night we met-Lord Huron
The Xavier mansion that once had been home to Charles and Raven, before the WWII and although huge, used to silent with just the two of them and their mother there, before she left, and was now full of life. Not because it was being prepared to receive its first mutant students within a year, but because of the people who lived there now.
Charles smiled from the garden, wrapping an arm around Moira's waist as he stared at one of the huge windows of the mansion, listening to Alex, Sean and Hank's voices arguing over the television in the living room where Alex wanted to watch the game and Hank a science program and Sean tried to intervene.
The three young mutants went to college like Moira in Bennington but on different courses, but they had the same dream, work at the Xavier School to make the world a better place for mutants, and Charles shook his head, amused by their silly discussion before he guided Moira under the huge tree that Charles's grandfather had planted decades ago, taking advantage of the rest of the Sunday.
Charles settled under the tree, leaning his back against its trunk, and Moira laid her head on his lap, feeling the afternoon breeze on her face and his fingers meeting hers over her belly and she smiled. Since moving to the United States with Charles a year ago, they had been very busy. He with his school and meetings with Millestone and she, with college and so, when moments like this appeared, the couple took advantage of it to stay together as much as they could.
"I'm sorry if things have been agitated in recent months, my love." Charles murmured gently, staring at Moira's calm face and she smiled, shaking her head and opening her eyes.
"I've been busy too, Charles..." She said, dismissing his apologies, and Charles smiled as his fingers played with hers and found the engagement ring in hers and thought about the day of her graduation, when then they could marry.
Moira smiled, knowing what he was thinking and then she stood up, her face as tall as his, and whispered with a wicked smile:
"I can't wait to get married..."
"Me too, Moira." He said truthfully. "But for you, it's worth the wait, because I had waited 26 years to meet you, until we met at that Oxford's street." Charles buried his fingers in her auburn hair, bringing her lips to his and kissing her with passion, and Moira brought her hands to the front of his shirt, holding it where he placed one hand over hers.
The kiss became more intense and Moira parted her lips for his tongue, feeling Charles's fingers lower from her hair to the back of her dress and Moira lay on the grass, bringing him along with her by the shirt.
Charles rested one hand under the grass beside her head and stroked her arm with the other and made her shiver, until they gasped and interrupted the kiss, smiling.
Seeing that it was getting dark and the first stars were showing among the trees, Charles stood up, holding out his hand to his fiancé so they could return to the mansion, and she held it, standing up, staying very closer to Charles and then, on tiptoe, she whispered in his ear with passion, making his heart beat faster:
"And I never imagined myself wanting to get married, until the night of thr dinner at my parents's house and you talked about."