We both awoke the next morning to the sound of Hank knocking on the door. I was disoriented for a moment. This wasn't my room. Until I realized...it wasn't a dream.
"Good morning, sunshine," Charles said to me, kissing my forehead before getting out of bed. I smiled, "Good morning."
"Did you sleep well?" Charles asked as he put on his underwear and pants from yesterday.
"You have no idea," I said, stretching my arms out. I sat up, rubbing sleep from my eyes. Charles looked at me, biting his lower lip, smiling.
He finally answered the door, still putting on a shirt. Hank stood there with a young man. "Professor! Sorry to wake you, we'll wait in your study," Hank said apologetically.
"I'll be there momentarily," Charles answered with a smile, closing the door. He turned to me, buttoning his shirt.
"I get to wear your shirt now, like they do in the movies," I told Charles, picking up the shirt he was wearing last night. He smiled, laughing. "Yes you do," he walked over, kissing me goodbye, "Duty calls. I'll see you later."
I waved him a goodbye as he winked at me, closing the door behind him. I stopped. I just slept with Charles Xavier.
I just slept with Professor X.
Charles was mine now.
I purposely left my underwear on Charles' bed. I picked up Charles' shirt, putting it on unbuttoned, collected my dress and shoes, and turned invisible. Luckily for me, the walk of shame would never happen.
Charles was only a few doors down from my room anyway.
I laid on my bed when I knew I was alone. I wrapped Charles' shirt around me more, covering my face with it so I could smell it. I could smell Charles. I smiled. I have gotten what I wanted.
I stood up and looked in the mirror. Wearing nothing but his shirt, I studied my body. This is what Charles saw last night. My full breasts, my long legs, my medium ass. My tummy. You could tell I had lost weight recently. After that first month of traveling and walking, barely eating anything everyday, my accidental diet resulted in my losing about 20 pounds. I gained a few back when I had access to a kitchen here, but now my stomach has shrunk. I'm eating less than I used to, and I'm trying to eat healthier. I'm going to become hot. For Charles. And myself.
These last 2 months have changed my life. I never would have guessed two months ago that I would've gone from waiting tables to misogynistic assholes at 4 am to now, much hotter and finally having sex with the man of your dreams. And being around your people! Mutants! This is better than I could've dreamed!
I tried buttoning his shirt. I could button the buttons on the bottom but the ones over my breasts couldn't reach. I had finally reached a point I had been aiming for: looking sexy in a button up shirt. I felt like an anime character, no bra or underwear, just a shirt that was too tight to even fit over my breasts. I spun and looked myself over. Yeah, I would do me.
With that thought, something inside me triggered. Why was I so self conscious? I was hot, no wonder Charles was impressed. I no longer had image issues.
I finally put on some real clothes and decided to go see Hank in the lab.
I walked in, knocking on the door frame.
Hank was leaning over a microscope. He turned around and saw me, smiling and waving me over. I walked up next to him. He looked over at me, smiling.
"What?" I asked. He just raised his eyebrows, his stupid smile not wavering.
"Hank, what is it?" I asked, laughing.
"So, Susan... You and Charles?" He asked, double raising his eyebrows.
My look of surprise must've given me away. Or the fact that I turned invisible.
"Ha! I knew it!" He nearly yelled to no one. I noticed I disappeared again and reappeared.
I looked deflated and slumped into the lab stool next to him. "How'd you know?" I asked, giving him a painful expression.
He just smiled, looking back down at his microscope, "Well, besides the fact that your version of blushing is disappearing, and that I could, you know, hear you guys," he just looked back at me, winking, me hitting him on the arm, "I knew it from the beginning..." He answered nonchalantly.
I perked up. I leaned over to him. "Beginning? Explain, Hank?" I commanded, sarcastically resting my chin on both hands.
Hank gave that cute half smile he does when he knows he's done something right before explaining, "Simple, Susan, I have been shipping you and the professor since I walked you into his study that night. The way he looked at you. I just knew. Which is why I was cheering when you two FINALLY kissed." He just looked at me from over his glasses. I laughed, remembering. "It took long enough! Plus, you guys were always hanging around each other. Not that I showed you how to use Cerebro to be with Charles, but I showed you how to use Cerebro to be with Charles." He laughed. I laughed too, leaning over and side hugging him, still facing the lab bench.
"God, I love you, Hank," I laughed.
"You're very welcome indeed. I should start charging a commission, huh?" I laughed, Hank smiled. I got up, patting him on the back before leaving.
I paused at the door, "Hank, how come I have never seen you turn into that blue monkey beast you always talk about?" Hank didn't turn around to look at me at first, but when he did, he dramatically took his glasses off.
"Hopefully, you never will. But if you ever do, just know that we are in more trouble than you can even imagine." I said nothing as we kept our eye contact for a few more seconds. He turned, putting his glasses back on and looked into his microscope as if nothing had happened. I looked at him a few more moments before moving on.
Maybe I should learn how to control my powers better? Train like some of the other mutants did. There would be a war, we all knew there would be, and I wanted to be prepared. Not much you could do with invisibility besides protecting yourself, but I was wondering if there was a way I could turn other people invisible. I must talk to Charles about that.
But even shooting a gun would be useful. Throwing knifes. Hand on hand combat. Anything.
"Throwing knives? Really?" Charles asked as he rounded the corner towards me. He didn't even look up from a stack of papers he was holding.
"Rude!" I exclaimed, not actually mad at him. He looked up at me and smiled as I looped my arm through his. We walked to Cerebro together.
"But I was thinking that I could train! Learn how to expand my powers! Or at least self defense!" I said to him. He mulled over it and we walked quickly.
"I think it is an excellent idea. It's about time we got you doing physical things and not just research with me," he answered.
"I think we both know how good I am at physical things," I thought to him. He looked into my eyes, biting his lip and blushing. "Yes, we do." He answered. I kissed him on the cheek as we continued walking.
As we turned another corner, we nearly bumped into the new mutant that Hank introduced this morning.
"Oh, sorry, Professor," the young man said. He scratched his head, his rumpled shirt smudged with dirt stains. His eyes were bloodshot, he was probably walking all night. He looked gaunt, his dark hair falling into his face. He looked no older than 18, probably a runaway.
"It's alright, Stephen," Charles answered. But Stephen wasn't paying attention to Charles, he was paying attention to me. He looked me up and down, almost as if looking at me gave him energy.
"Hi, I'm Stephen," he said to me with a smirk. I reached out and shook his hand, fairly certain he was going to flirt with me. Charles' face was reddening as he glared at Stephen.
"C'mon, Susan, busy day today. We'll see you later, Stephen," he said as he quickly pulled me away from the new mutant. Stephen stared at me as Charles took me away.
"What was that about?" I asked Charles when we reached Cerebro.
I had a feeling that Charles probably read Stephen's lusting mind after me, making him uncomfortable. This was a good sign, Charles protecting me.
"It's exactly what you think," he said to me, "I could hear and see graphic... Well, of you and him, just in those few moments he saw you." Charles looked disgusted, but I smirked. Teens, I guess. I was flattered but still creeped out. I was just glad Charles got defensive.
"Well, thank you," I said to him, leaning over a dashboard, my low cut shirt facing him. I took his face in my hands and gave him a sudden, deep kiss. His eyebrows raised in surprise but his eyes closed. We held it there for a few more seconds, but when we broke apart, Hank was standing there, lab coat on, clipboard in hand. It felt more like a sitcom than anything.
"Ready to get started, Professor?" Hank asked, making sure to wait a few moments longer than necessary to make things awkward.
I noticed parts of me would flicker invisible, I was trying so hard to not let my emotions get the best of me and make me disappear.
"Of course, Hank," Charles said, over dramatically jogging to the center of Cerebro and putting on the helmet.
"Yeah, thanks, Charles," Hank said sarcastically, slowly turning to the dashboard while reading his clipboard. I couldn't help but laugh, Charles fake stretching as if he was about to run a race.
"Are you ready already, Hank? We don't have all day!" Charles yelled over at him, still laughing. Hank just flipped him off, resulting in more laughter from all of us. I walked over to a different dashboard so we could get started. I loved my job.