[ His expression is a little dazed at the kiss, the temptation to lick his lips as though he could taste Erik there too strong. Between his friend and the iron railing now at his back, Charles should feel trapped. They had fought for so long after all and this could be a cruel trick. But he doesn't feel like he should try to read him. In fact he'd be quite happy to live in the fantasy. But he doubts it is, not with Erik's expression looking so open and sweet, not with his hands on his face, rough but warm.
Charles tips his chin to catch more of Erik's palm, the curve of his smile inching up little by little. He looks like the young boy he did when they first met, bursting with life and love and energy. ]
All right then, love? What about it? Shall we get hitched?
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[ His expression is a little dazed at the kiss, the temptation to lick his lips as though he could taste Erik there too strong. Between his friend and the iron railing now at his back, Charles should feel trapped. They had fought for so long after all and this could be a cruel trick. But he doesn't feel like he should try to read him. In fact he'd be quite happy to live in the fantasy. But he doubts it is, not with Erik's expression looking so open and sweet, not with his hands on his face, rough but warm.
Charles tips his chin to catch more of Erik's palm, the curve of his smile inching up little by little. He looks like the young boy he did when they first met, bursting with life and love and energy. ]
All right then, love? What about it? Shall we get hitched?