Prompt: Please maybe do a small ficlet where Erik has a secret obsession with cross-dressing. You can guess where the idea came from right? : ) xx
It had gotten to the point where Charles wished he had never shown Erik his clever mind-manipulation. He had thought it was funny at the time - showing Erik what he looked like a dress. And though he thought Erik was beautiful no matter what, he had never expected it to go this far or last quite this long.
He was ruminating on this regret, picking at the bed sheets, when Erik announced his presence by flinging the bathroom door open. This time, he was in Raven's short black dress, the bottom of which only reached the middle of his thigh.
He raised his arms up and spun around. "Well, Charles - what do you think?"
Charles swallowed a chuckle. "You look beautiful, as always."
Erik sighed. "Give me something else."
"It's very flattering around your hips?" Charles offered.
Erik looked down, then shrugged. "I suppose you're right." He closed the bathroom door to gain access to the mirror, looking at himself over his shoulders.
"Just take my word for it - you look great."
"Fine, fine. Well, what's next?" Erik moved to open the bathroom door, but Charles sprung up and grabbed his wrist.
"Can it wait?"
Erik's face fell. "Wait? But why?"
Charles tugged Erik's arm forcefully enough to make them both fall onto the bed. He readjusted Erik so that he was sitting on his lap, and slipped his hands under the black dress. "Still want to keep trying on dresses?"
Erik wrapped his arms around Charles' neck. "I think it can wait," he breathed.