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If anyone else here is interested, I’d absolutely write either Calvin or Elizabeth on here too.

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Charles smirked at Erik’s comment. He didn’t need his telepathy powers to sense his admiration, he could see it in his eyes. It had been a few weeks of working together to find mutants for their project, their team, their chance at taking down Shaw. In that time, he found he liked the feeling of Erik’s attention being focused on him. The compliment sent a wave of warm feelings through him. His cheeks were already hot, the drinks they’d shared between them over the course of the evening had tinted them a rosy red.

“You are too, darling,” Charles replied, the pet name slipping out of his mouth before he could do a thing to stop it. Whilst things had so far remained platonic, it didn’t mean that Charles wanted it to stay that way. It was taking all of his self-restraint to stop himself from dipping into Erik’s mind to find out the other man’s thoughts on the topic. Damn his moral code. “Imagine, together we could give a whole new meaning to the term ‘power couple’,” He joked. He was well into tipsy so he had no hesitation or inhibitions about flirting so shamelessly. Charles might not be able to justify reading Erik’s thoughts, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t use his words. If there was even the slightest chance that it would end up with Erik in his bed tonight, he was going to take it.

“You promise?” Sugar smiled softly, snuggling down under the comforter into her silk Egyptian sheets. 

It had been a while since her and Finn had gotten to spend any sort of real time together. The filming schedule for the new season had been brutal, keeping the two of them apart for longer than she would have liked. Even if they both had the same evening off, it always seemed like one of them would have an early call time the next morning.

So instead of lazy mornings in bed, it was one of them creeping around at 3am, trying not to wake the other as they set off for work. That was when they weren’t both needed, shuffling onto set together like a pair of sleep deprived zombies.

But the prospect of falling asleep without setting an alarm, and Finn would still be there too? Amazing. Sign her up for more.

Luke could hear the concern in Alex’s voice through the locked bathroom door from where he was currently slumped on the floor next to the toilet, regretting his life choices. He should have stopped three drinks ago, maybe even four. He definitely should have said no to that last shot.

His stomach was churning, extreme nausea threatening him every time he even thought about moving. Standing up? A no go. He didn’t think he could even sit up without being sick. Even the idea of opening his mouth to respond to Alex made him queasy. 

Luke tried to open his eyes first (baby steps) but that just seemed to make the world spin faster. If he survived this, he was going to kill Bobby for suggesting those shots. 

“Mhnanmm fisdne,” Luke summoned the energy to shout to Alex. It was supposed to be “I’m fine,” but it came out a lot more slurred than he intended. 

He knew Alex would be continuing to worry about him so Luke dug down deep before hauling himself onto his knees and crawling over to unlock the door. As soon as the lock was flipped, he lunged back to his safe place lying next to the toilet.