I own nothing. Slash. Some mentions of self-harm. My apologies if my French is off. Got it from a Translator. Some slash kissiness. REVIEW AND CHECK BACK ON THE 'EYES' CHAPTER FOR UPDATED COLORS!
"Jazz," Charles said rolling up to me.
"Bonjour," I said yawning loudly.
Charles gave me an amused smile before rolling so he was between the television and I. We had been playing this game for a few months now. Randomly coming clean about something from our pasts and then kissing for the rest of the time.
I had to admit that I liked this arrangement, but I was hoping for more one day. Truthfully, I was falling in love with the telepath. I had been able to keep that to myself so far though.
It wasn't that I didn't think that Charles loved me as well. He did. I had felt love coming off of him before and not just when we were kissing. No, he was just as much in love with me as I was with him.
Part of his heart still belonged to Erik though. I wasn't going to admit my love to the man until I was sure that he was ready for that. That meant waiting until he said it himself.
"Jazz," Charles said waving a hand in front of my face.
"Sorry," I said smiling, "I got distracted. It happens a lot if you haven't noticed."
"I have noticed. I think it is cute."
Grinning happily I took his hand in mine and kissed it gently. This is where I felt my happiness come from. I loved this man more then I thought I could ever love someone.
Charles leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. I believe I was getting addicted to the taste of his lips. It was like that tea he was always drinking. It was a good thing I liked tea.
Underneath that there was something that was just pure Charles. It was that taste that made me want so much more from him. I knew that I couldn't push him though. Not on this.
"Your eyes," Charles said softly.
"What about them?" I asked confused.
"They're silver. What does that mean?"
I felt my heart freeze at that. My eyes had never been that color until a few weeks ago. When I finally figured out that I was in fact in love with the beautiful telepath. Ever since then I'd been avoiding having him see the color.
It was a difficult thing to do since the lust that I felt whenever we were kissing always seemed to slowly change into love. I had been luck before that he never noticed the color.
"Jazz?" Charles asked kissing my lips once more.
"What do you want it to mean?" I asked pulling away from him.
A soft blush came to Charles cheeks before he rested his head on my shoulder. It was perfect having him in my arms like this. It was everything that I hoped it would be and I never wanted it to end.
"Love," Charles said blushing, "I want it to mean that you love me."
"Why?" I asked running my fingers over his jaw.
"Because I love you."
"Good. I love you too, Charles."