Darcy/Magneto 2
So it turned out that Erik actually believed her. Which was pretty awesome. And then the whole helping her- that was pretty cool, too. And the follow-up night they spent in the hotel was pretty mind-blowing.
But, inevitably, it was time to go back. They’d be sending the bridge back for her at the precisely 5:32 on Thursday evening in a little maintenance shack near the Lincoln Memorial.
And Darcy was pretty damn sure that Charles was going to meet her in the general vicinity and make sure no one “accidentally” came upon them while she was, you know, travelling through time.
They were eating a late lunch in the hotel dining room. Well, they had eaten. The food was gone, and now they were lingering, neither particularly wanting to go.
“Please, don’t leave,” Darcy said, looking up from where she was tracing a finger through the condensation on the outside of her water glass. “Come with me. Charles is, like, your BFF. I’m pretty positive he misses you as much as you miss him.”
There was a flash of pain across his face, a knowing in his eyes. “Our ideals are too different.“ She knew he didn’t have a problem with humans- as proven numerous times the night before. He had a problem with pretending to be something he wasn’t so that those too narrow-minded to accept someone who was different wouldn’t be made uncomfortable. Which, to be honest, Darcy kinda got.
She sighed. “Yeah. I know.”
“Do we meet again?” He was looking at his own glass, forcing an air of lightness that she knew he didn’t feel.
“Yeah, actually, we… do. Although this explains the way you were looking at me.” A fond familiarity, like he’d known her. Which, of course, he had.
He looked at her as he stood, reaching down to lift her hand off of the table and press a warm kiss against the inside of her wrist. “Then I’ll look forward to it.”
She watched him walk out, unable to keep herself from staring at the way his ass fit in his pants, and let out a long sigh.