Together
A/N This is the last chapter; I'm really sorry about the randomness of when I post. I hope you've enjoyed this story.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, it all belongs to Marvel
6 months later
Charles laughs as he puts a teabag into both mugs and pours hot water over them. From where he's standing in the kitchen, he can still hear Moira making sarcastic comments over the film, which is a Bond. Moira had made him sit through about six viewings of Mulan, which Moira had claimed to be the best Disney film there was, so Charles had somehow convinced her to watch a Bond.
She wasn't taking it lying down though, pointing out all the flaws with the spying techniques, equipment and sighing dramatically whenever anyone swooned at Bond. Charles had tried to get her to stop, but then she'd reminded him of the shocking bad rendition of Singing in the Rain he sings every time they watch it, and he was quiet, all the while silently sniggering at Moira's comments.
He walks back in, and Moira gasps.
"You left the teabag in!" She protests, panicking to pull it out.
"Oh, sorry." He replies, and drops it on the plate on the coffee table.
"It's fine." She surveys the mug, and narrows her eyes at the tea. "Can I have some milk?"
"Of course." Charles rolls his eyes at her and stands up again. "You get always get it yourself, though." He teases, and receives a glare in return.
"Well, it's not my house." She protests. "I don't know where you keep milk."
"In the fridge." He replies, turning away to walk towards the kitchen. "Which you'd know if you lived here."
"But I don't."
"True, but you could." Charles says before he can stop himself. He stops walking, and behind him Moira doesn't say a word. He turns around, and sees Moira holding her mug in both hands with her mouth open.
"Did you.. Did you just…" She whispers.
"I think I did." He says quietly back, and they both grin simultaneously. Moira places her mug down and gets up.
"Are you serious?" She asks, and he nods.
"Yeah. I am." He smiles shyly, and puts an arm around her shoulder, kissing her forehead. "What do you say?"
"Yes." She replies. "I'd love to come live with you."
"Really?"
"Really." She affirms with a smile. Her eyes drift towards the door. "One sec."
She walks towards the door, where she sees Charles' boots sitting on the wooden shoe rack. She kneels down, and picks up her own ballet pumps from the floor.
She smiles, and knows that Charles is smiling too from where he's standing behind her, leaning against the doorframe.
"What are you doing?" He asks with a chuckle as she puts her ballet pumps on the shoe rack next to his boots. She smiles. Together. Where they belong.
"I'm giving you my heart." She says, turning back to look at him. "Please don't break it."