#alexs

“Okay, but no, really, do you think that Charles grew up with a butler, and that’s where the trace of an accent comes from?” You asked with a laugh, staring out into the beautiful nature of the woods that surrounded the school. You put on your best British accent for the next bit, “More tea, Master Charles? More biscuits, master Charles? Need to be wiped, Mister Charles?”

Alex burst out laughing and you joined him, your giggles filling up the silence. Well, it wasn’t entirely silent, there were the birds and the insects, but none of the chatter and traffic that you were adjusted to, being in the heart of the city.

“Definitely,” Alex agreed with you. “Maybe that’s what he’s really teaching us. I’m learning to be a butler, and you - you’re definitely going to be the maid.”

“You just want to see me in the outfit,” You accused, making Alex smirk and put his arm around your shoulders.

“Is that so bad?”

“Better me than Sean.”

“Agreed.” Alex said, nodding with a shudder. “You know, Halloween isn’t far, a French maid would be sexy as hell.”

Alex pulled you out of the way of an explosion, the both of you ducking into an alleyway where it was a little safer. Beast ran past, getting the enemy that had just hurled a fireball at the two of you, and you breathed a sigh of relief. The X-Men (and women, which you brought up on occasion to Charles) were winning the day.

“Thanks.” You said, looking up at Alex. He had grown tall in the last year, or perhaps you were shrinking. It was hard to tell these days with powers running amuck inside the bodies of mutants.

“You’re welcome.” Alex breathed, then leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your temple. You leaned into it involuntarily, which only created more of a response from him.

“Are you hurt?” You asked, as he tilted his head lower and placed a kiss on your jaw this time. You were trembling beneath him but you were far from scared. It was the adrenaline of the fight combined with knowing that something was going to happen that you had been hoping for, thinking about for over a year.

“No, are you?” He asked, moving his face away from your skin, but not for long. Soon, his forehead was pressed up against yours.

“Never better.” You said, thrusting yourself up the inch or two that it would take for your lips to meet and for your first kiss together to occur. He was as sweet as honey for the first second but then afterwards, the metallic taste of blood from a cut that he had gotten during the fight. Still - it wasn’t bad.