[an April morning in the Cabin McAvoy]

[mind_over_metal]

[It's early, not too long after sunrise, when the light begins to glow through the curtains and the nocturnal moaning of the zombies crossfades into rustling of the sentient plantlife. No explosions, no battles -- just an utterly normal morning.]

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[godwinner]

[ and it's the sunlight that wakes Erik more effectively than anything -- even the low vocalisations of ambling gorillas on their way to drag resigned Campers to breakfast -- though by now he's learned to keep his own eyes closed against the brightness so as not to disturb Charles. it's not difficult; he's comfortable and also has nowhere to be (a novel concept that's still taking some adjusting to). ]

[mind_over_metal]

*though Charles had never been as early of a riser as Erik -- and certainly was more inclined to stay in bed, no matter what the hour -- he had always been more inclined toward mornings than people usually gave him credit for. he liked the light and the feeling of minds awakening. and over the past year now, he'd gotten used to skewing his days earlier than they'd been during his university years, first for reasons of business and then for reasons of needing routine.

...it's still bloody early right now, though, so he just buries his face into Erik's shoulder and shifts the arm he has draped across Erik's chest, breath still slow and even with sleep.*

[godwinner]

[ he runs his hand down Charles's pajama-covered back, down the warm curve of his spine to the metal attached to it and back up to his neck, where he rests his palm over the skin underneath Charles's collar. ]

[mind_over_metal]

*his fingers twitch against Erik's side, and he can probably feel Charles slowly waking, both in his movement and his mind*

Mmmm... nnnmmm...

[godwinner]

[ his chest dips as he exhales his amusement, formed around an impression of the zombies' call not quite having dissipated with the morning ]

[mind_over_metal]

*muffled and sleepy*

i can feel that

[godwinner]

Privilege of the first to wake. Now hush your pretty head.

[mind_over_metal]

*some indecipherable muttering. it's probably something grumpy, as it's ended by him biting Erik's shoulder.*

[godwinner]

...or should I say good morning.

[ his voice is scratchy and close to Charles's ear ]

[mind_over_metal]

*his hand slides just under the waistband of Erik's pants, and his face is still smushed into Erik's shoulder*

...g'mornin'.

[godwinner]

[ opens his eyes slightly as he turns his head, brushing his mouth across Charles's hair and resisting the urge to shift his hips so that Charles's hand might slip farther down ]

[mind_over_metal]

[there's amusement and a lazy sort of desire -- a want that's most of all a want to soak up as much of the present pleasure as possible]

*doesn't move his hand down, in fact, but tries to pull Erik closer, if that's even possible*

[godwinner]

[ not really, but Charles's fruitless efforts don't always go unappreciated. Erik spreads his fingers from Charles's neck up into his hair, brushing across his scalp and carding through the strands unhurriedly. ]

[mind_over_metal]

[if a mind could purr, it would feel like this]

Careful with that, now.

[godwinner]

Why should I be?

[ lazily obstinate, with no real challenge, and he's thus far confining his touch to the back of Charles's head, fingers still stiff from sleep ]

[mind_over_metal]

*tilts his head back slightly into Erik's hand*

If you make it fall out early, I'll never forgive you.

[godwinner]

I'll probably be responsible for it eventually. May as well enjoy yourself now.

[mind_over_metal]

Never said that you should stop.

[godwinner]

[ into his hair ]

Never said I would.

[ his fingers begin to stroke behind Charles's ear ]

[mind_over_metal]

*a pleased murmur as he just lets himself be petted. he turns his head a little more, part of his face becoming visible for the first time so far this morning -- not too surprisingly, it bears some absolutely ridiculous marks and creases from having been pressed against the combination of his pillow and Erik all night*

[godwinner]

[ not to mention kinda splotchy and red. he grins a bit and pushes more firmly against Charles's head to get him to lift it, moving his free hand to the other side so that he can angle him for a kiss, completely unrepentant about morning breath ]

[mind_over_metal]

*and lets himself be moved with that carelessness of his, though it's been growing less and less characteristic of him. makes kind of a face but doesn't otherwise protest.*

[godwinner]

[ that's love. ]

[mind_over_metal]

*or laziness. or horniness. and/or all of the above.*

[godwinner]

[ something of all those states suffuses his mind along with the warmth of their bodies pressed together. he drops the arm behind Charles down to his back, fingers brushing past the edge of his pajama top and pushing it up with the sweep of his palm over Charles's skin. ]