Author: MoiraShipper

Summary: Moira and Charles fight because of her dangerous missions.

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Chapter 1-You should know where I'm coming from

What if I said I would break your heart?

What if I said I had problems that made me mean?

What if I knew I would just rip your mind apart

Would you let me out?

You want to know where I'm coming from?

I was alone when I burned my home

And all of the pieces were torn apart and thrown

You should know where I'm coming from

You should know where I'm coming from-Banks

Charles stopped at the door of Moira's bedroom, seeing her suitcase all ready on the floor while she finished getting dressed in her CIA uniform. He couldn't believe she was really going in that mission, even knowing it would be very dangerous. That was hurting him.

Moira saw him through the mirror's reflex and she closed her eyes, tired and then whispered:

"Charles..." She knew he was disappointed and even angry that she hadn't given up on that mission. She didn't want to hurt him, mas the missions were part of who she was. "Don't..."

"Don't?" He whispered back, staring at her, shocked. "I don't want to fight anymore, love, but I can't just let you run this risk."

"You'll, because it's my life, what I've built, managed to be respected among men from the agency." She replied, serious, turning to him.

They hadn't been in good terms since shed told him about that mission that involved a very well protected installation in Iraq that had belonged to Stryker before he'd been arrested by Moira and where he had done all kind of experiments against mutants, behind CIA's back and there had rumors from his former men that he had kept mutants there and the place was unstable.

"You don't need to prove anything nor put your life at risk, you're one of the best agents at the agency..." He told her, approaching his wheelchair and holding Moira by her shoulders, staring into her eyes.

"I know i don't need to." Moira told him, low, determinate. "But it's not about this, but my work, it's an important mission and we may find mutants there."

"So let me go with you." He suggested, desperate, knowing he could help with his powers, but she denied it.

"You're an civil, Charles, I'm sorry... And you can't leave the school or Jean now, when they most need."

"You're too stubborn, Moira." He told her frustrated, staring at her and she shook her head, feeling his fingers tightening on her shoulders.

"You always knew that I was stubborn, since the first time we met. You knew."

And then, she saw him look at her, disappointed, worried and frustrated and for a moment she considered talking to her superior about canceling the mission for the moment, but then, it wouldn't be her. She didn't want to hurt him, she loved Charles, but he knew she was like that, always wanting to prove something.

"Moira..."

She touched his cheek, tracing the lines of his skin with her fingers and then, she kissed him with force. There was so much sexual tension, love and frustration between them that everything happened this time fast and furious.

Charles pulled her to his lap, his fingers finding her hips while he parted her lips with his. Moira's hands started to open his shirt until the buttons flew to to floor, but the couple didn't care.

The kiss was turning urgent, both ignoring the lack of oxygen , just wanting to become one and the telepath started moving his wheelchair toward her bed, needing Moira and they fell above the mattress, she above him.

I'm so sorry Charles, so sorry, I love you but you knew I was like this... Moira thought over and over while kissing Charles, this time with less force, pouring all her love for him in it, while holding herself to him with every move their bodies did.

Charles said nothing, while he evolved her back with his strong arms, kissing her back with intensity, his eyes closed, thinking how much he loved her and how mush he loved-hated her stubbornness.

I love you too...

Charles's hands then opened her shirt, reveling her black bra and he threw it on the floor and then, he broke the kiss, staring at her brown eyes, darkened by the same desire he was feeling and Moira then grabbed his had, her breath heavy, guiding it to her own body.

Some time later, Moira dressed her uniform, seeing the marks they had left in each other and the, turned to the man on her bed, asleep and she kissed his forehead.

"You know I'll go anyway..."

TBC

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