
Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr - "Wanna Bet?"
“Wanna bet?” Erik had a small smirk on his face.
Charles rolled over in the bed to plant a soft kiss on Erik’s lips. “I detest gambling,” he teased.
Erik raised an eyebrow. “You had a bet with Hank last week.”
“I detest gambling when I could lose,” Charles corrected with a smile.
“You lost the bet with Hank.”
“And I’ve learnt my lesson.”
“I doubt that.” Erik’s hand pressed against the small of Charles’ back, pulling him closer.
Charles blinked his baby blues. “I’m offended,” he said and made to roll away.
Erik held him fast. “Running away?”
Charles grinned at him. “You’re a bad influence on me,” he confided.
Erik scoffed. “I think you’ve got it the wrong way round.”
Charles blinked at him again. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said with a smirk, pulling himself on top of Erik and leaning down for a kiss.