Still don't own X-Men.

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Closing Time – Semisonic

I know who I want to take me home

I know who I want to take me home

Take me home.

"You-you know I luv you, right Rave?" Charles slurred to me as we stepped through the threshold of our apartment.

"Yes Charles, I know. I love you too, now come on to bed, you're drunk." I giggled at my friends antics. I helped him over towards his bedroom and and let him flop down onto his bed. I took his shoes off for him and motioned with my hands for him to take his sweater off. He just looked at me with a silly grin on his face. I rolled my eyes in fond exasperation and physically lifted his arms. "Keep those up."

His grin just got bigger. "Yes ma'am." I pulled his sweater up went about unbuttoning his white dress shirt underneath. He let out a sigh of contentment as I teased my hands over his chest and shoulders while I pushed his shirt off is now lowered arms.

"Lay down, Charles." I whispered at him so that I could start at getting his pants off. He obliged and helped wiggle out of his trousers and under his bed covers in nothing but his briefs. I pressed some light kisses on his face and lingered on his lips for a moment before whispering goodnight. He hummed and finally let go of consciousness. I smiled and went to bed myself.