When Erik Lehnsherr awoke to the sound of his name being repeated in his ear, his initial thought was dangershawisheredanger. However, when he realised his name was being uttered, along with some wriggling and moaning, by the sleeping telepath sharing the bed with him, his second thought was that Charles was having a nightmare. As a long-time sufferer of nightmares himself, he hastened to wake Charles from his ordeal – but something made him stop.
"Oh, Erik."
Unless Erik was very much mistaken, Charles was not saying his name in the tone of voice one would normally use when frightened.
Charles was using that tone.
The tone he used when Erik nibbled at his earlobes in that way he liked, or when Erik wordlessly pushed him up against the nearest surface or wall and kissed him as soon as they were alone, or when Erik made love to him with tenderness no one would have believe Erik was capable of.
Yes, that tone.
"Mmm…"
Charles moaned quietly in his sleep, his back arching ever so slightly off the bed. Erik froze beside him, scared that the slightest movement would wake Charles and put an end to the little show he was so unwittingly giving. Yet Erik need not have worried, for as if sensing he was being watched, Charles suddenly woke with a cry.
"ERIK!"
The telepath sat up abruptly, flustered, face red. His hair stuck up in odd places and he had a light sheen of sweat on his brow. He looked around, as if unsure of his surroundings, before his gaze landed on Erik, who had an odd look of amusement on his face.
"I, erm… had a nightmare. Terrible stuff. About the mission. Lots of death. Awful," Charles mumbled.
"Uh-huh. And that's why you were moaning my name and practically fucking the air?"
"What a way with words you have Erik," Charles scolded. "And I wasn't moaning your name, don't be ridiculous. Wishful thinking, that is."
Erik sat up and leaned in to Charles' ear.
"Oh, Erik!" he imitated. Charles blushed furiously.
"Shut up."
Erik grinned. "But I liked it. And for a change you didn't project this dream. Shame. It's as if that magnificent brain of yours knows exactly what you want to keep to yourself even while you sleep."
Now it was Charles' turn to grin. "Who says I want to keep it to myself?" He pushed Erik down and crawled over him, straddling the taller man's hips. "Here, let me show you…"
END.
A/N: Any reviews would be recieved with much love, as this is the first piece of writing I have ever uploaded for other people to see. I hyperventilated. Also, I don't know much about posting fanfiction (i.e. ratings, disclaimers etc. Any help would be apprectiated).