The Night Before
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Summary: Takes place during Day of Reckoning. Feelings are revealed.
Rating/Warning: Feh……. Whatever. If you're old enough to be reading here, you probably don't need a warning, do you? Okay….. This is my first bit in a long while, I may be rusty.
A/N: I'm back! Hey, what else do you need to know?
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Looks like tomorrow's the big day. The big hurt. Separating the grown ups from the kiddies.
The day of reckoning.
Everyone's worried.
About the X-Men & the Brotherhood, joining forces in order to stand against Magneto. About the possibility that he may be playing for keeps, and some of us might not come back. Or the waning confidence in Cyclops' ability as a leader in the field. That, no matter how hard we might try, even with Wanda's powers, we still may not be enough.
Everyone's worried.
Except for me, of course. Some of these guys think I'm too arrogant, too self-assure. I have no doubt I will survive this. Tomorrow, when all is said and done, I will be coming home. But that doesn't mean I shouldn't be prepared. I mean, just in case.
That's why I'm here right now, taping this note to her door. It's simple enough, and it gets my intentions across, without any mistake of interpretation.
Meet me on the roof. I need to speak to you. Please, it's important.
I hope she comes tonight, I know it's a bit chilly. Not to mention how stressful everyone's gotten. I just don't want to face tomorrow without having spoken to her, it'd just seem so….. unfair, somehow. If I don't happen to make it, I could say I didn't have to endure it without having felt her touch. Or to have glanced upon her beautiful face one last time. To stare into her cerulean eyes and let there be no mistake in how I feel.
And she will see it. Don't think it would matter if she felt the same way about me. It would be nice, of course, but unnecessary. Not as long as she knows there's a place for her in my heart.
Do you think she heard my sigh? I can hear her walking to me.
Just turn around, dolt. Spin on the ball of your foot to meet her, take her hands in your own as you look into her eyes. Come on, it isn't hard. Just take your chance. Like they say, "Fortune favors the bold". But get your hands to quit shaking, it isn't like you. So, I do.
Easier than I thought.
Her hands. They're so… soft, as my fingers curl around them. And her touch is so gentle! How can I help myself from caressing them? Easy. I don't. Just enjoy the feel of her being near me. She doesn't stop me, just looks upon me with kindness, affection as place her hand against my cheek. Nuzzle against her, press my lips against her palm. I don't even notice my eyes are closed.
She's so pretty, my god. I still can't believe she's allowing me to touch her like this.
"Pietro…" Her voice is soft, soothing, everything I could ever want. I love how my name comes off her tongue so easily. It tickles when she speaks to me. I can even feel her breath across my face. "Pietro?" she questions, half smiling at the (probably) goofy smile on my face.
Guess I forgot to answer her.
So I smile at her, which elicits one of her own. She doesn't know how happy that makes me, to see a grin flash before my eyes, or watch eyes sparkle in the light of the moon. But she will.
Deep breath, Pietro.
"Ororo, I think I'm in love with you."