Title: Kitchen Etiquette
Author: Meesh
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Timeline: Somewhere before the end of X2...hell, i don't think it really matters huh...?
Author's Note: It's a short bit, framing a little scene. I'm not sure if I'm ready for a long-term fanfiction just yet...[shudder]...commitment. woogie woogie woo...o_O
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I've studied Jean before, in moments like these. When it's quiet, calm and empty except for us. I watch her out of the corner of my eye while she works quietly. Figure I should feel at least a tad guilty, gazing shamelessly at the soft slope of her lips and the loose strands of dark auburn hair resting against the side of her face. I figure I should feel guilty, so obviously checking her out...In the kitchen no less...But I don't.
She looks up from her papers, squinting over the rim of her glasses, "Something I can do for you Marie?"
"Stay there." I stroll around the kitchen island, notice her raising a brow. Stopping by her side, I lean against the counter as she sat up. Slowly I lift my hand and tuck the stray strands behind her ear, then trail my fingertips along her jawline and brush her lips with the pad of my thumb. I can hear her inhale...pause...exhale. I can feel her watching me, wondering what I'm doing. However I'm far too busy concentrating on this feeling to stop. My forehead knits up as I place my gloved hand on her cheek, lightly cupping. I try to memorize this. This steady radiation of warmth. I try to remember the feeling of skin against skin. I'm concentrating so hard that when Jean breathes out my name, I drop my hand in an instant. Shocking.
Her eyes are a little darker, shady even. Complete silence. But I can sense that words are about to come spilling out of her mouth, so before she can start, I move in quickly. Press my lips against hers...Her soft-oh so soft lips. Suckling, revelling. A breath and a half later, it's gone. Too fast for anything. Too fast for me. Too fast.
Much like the way she's blinking. Fluttering eyelids open and shut, open and, "Marie..." She looks down and I watch her search for the words. Search for something.
Really not wanting this pause to last any longer, I say with a reassuring voice, "No. Don't. You don't need to explain...I know..."
"Marie..."
"I just- I needed to. It ah...It won't happen again." And with that I turn around and head elsewhere.
Somewhere between the kitchen and my room, I begin to feel guilty. I said it, but I didn't mean it.
I'm pretty sure she knows I didn't mean it either.
Author: Meesh
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Timeline: Somewhere before the end of X2...hell, i don't think it really matters huh...?
Author's Note: It's a short bit, framing a little scene. I'm not sure if I'm ready for a long-term fanfiction just yet...[shudder]...commitment. woogie woogie woo...o_O
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I've studied Jean before, in moments like these. When it's quiet, calm and empty except for us. I watch her out of the corner of my eye while she works quietly. Figure I should feel at least a tad guilty, gazing shamelessly at the soft slope of her lips and the loose strands of dark auburn hair resting against the side of her face. I figure I should feel guilty, so obviously checking her out...In the kitchen no less...But I don't.
She looks up from her papers, squinting over the rim of her glasses, "Something I can do for you Marie?"
"Stay there." I stroll around the kitchen island, notice her raising a brow. Stopping by her side, I lean against the counter as she sat up. Slowly I lift my hand and tuck the stray strands behind her ear, then trail my fingertips along her jawline and brush her lips with the pad of my thumb. I can hear her inhale...pause...exhale. I can feel her watching me, wondering what I'm doing. However I'm far too busy concentrating on this feeling to stop. My forehead knits up as I place my gloved hand on her cheek, lightly cupping. I try to memorize this. This steady radiation of warmth. I try to remember the feeling of skin against skin. I'm concentrating so hard that when Jean breathes out my name, I drop my hand in an instant. Shocking.
Her eyes are a little darker, shady even. Complete silence. But I can sense that words are about to come spilling out of her mouth, so before she can start, I move in quickly. Press my lips against hers...Her soft-oh so soft lips. Suckling, revelling. A breath and a half later, it's gone. Too fast for anything. Too fast for me. Too fast.
Much like the way she's blinking. Fluttering eyelids open and shut, open and, "Marie..." She looks down and I watch her search for the words. Search for something.
Really not wanting this pause to last any longer, I say with a reassuring voice, "No. Don't. You don't need to explain...I know..."
"Marie..."
"I just- I needed to. It ah...It won't happen again." And with that I turn around and head elsewhere.
Somewhere between the kitchen and my room, I begin to feel guilty. I said it, but I didn't mean it.
I'm pretty sure she knows I didn't mean it either.