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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      X-Men:_First_Class_(2011)_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Mystique/Charles_Xavier
  Character:
      Charles_Xavier, Raven_(X_Men)
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Nightmares, Unsafe_Sex, Teenagers, Virginity
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-10-25 Words: 1546
****** Swim From Your Heavens ******
by pearl_o
Summary
     Raven crawls into Charles's bed when she has nightmares. It's
     possible they're both a little too old for that these days.
Charles awoke, quite suddenly, from what had really been shaping up to be a
quite pleasant dream, featuring Miss Everly the math teacher and the boy with
the crooked tooth who sat across the aisle from him in biology class.
When he was younger, anyone's dreams or loud thoughts could interrupt his
thoughts, wake him from a sound slumber. He'd gotten more control as he aged.
There's only one person who did that to him anymore.
Cold cold scared hungry scared please no Charles help scared cold alone Charles
"Raven," Charles said, sitting upright in his bed. It was dark in his room, but
if he squinted he could make out the blurry blue form, standing and shaking a
bit at the foot of his bed. "It's okay."
"Charles?" Raven's voice was small. "I'm sorry, I- I had a bad dream."
"I know," Charles said. He repeated, "It's okay. Come here." He swung back the
covers, scooting over to the edge to make room for her. Raven took the
invitation with no further hesitation.
When he first found Raven, she used to have the nightmares almost every night.
Charles would have them with her every time. Touching made it better. That was
one of the reasons why their bedrooms were always next to each other. It took a
long time to convince Raven she was never going to be alone, not when Charles
was here. Over the years the nightmares had faded, and they were a rare
occurrence, now. But from what Charles had seen of different people's minds, he
wasn't sure it was the sort of thing that would ever go away, not completely.
Raven wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging to him tightly, and rested
her head against Charles's chest. He closed his eyes, stroked her hair and sent
soothing thoughts onto the surface of her mind. As her breathing slowed and her
heartbeat returned to normal, he felt the shift ripple of her body as she
returned herself to her normal blond form, regaining control.
Her skin was softer where it pressed against him, no scales, and he could smell
the shampoo she used in her hair. She smelled like a girl, felt like one too,
warm and soft and pressed up against him all over.
He was still a little hard from his dream before. It didn't help when Raven
shifted against him and let out a low sigh. Maybe, Charles thought, maybe they
needed to figure out a different way to deal with nightmares. Maybe this was
the sort of thing that was okay when they were little but not so much now. Or
maybe he was just a horrible person for ruining what was this important thing
for Raven with his stupid body that couldn't stop thinking about sex for two
minutes, not even when Raven needed him.
"You're projecting," Raven said against his chest, and Charles started.
He tried to think of something to say, but for once in his life, nothing came
to mind.
"It's all right," Raven said, and her voice was gentle but there was something
in it that Charles had never heard from her before. She sounded older. Older
than him, maybe. They weren't sure how old Raven was, not really - older than
she looked, for sure, and she had lived through a lot before Charles found her,
too, and even now the way she aged seemed like it might be different. Raven
seemed to have her own set of rules.
She wiggled now against him, and he clutched her closer to him, without even
thinking about it. When he tilted his head down she was looking up at him
through her eyelashes.
"It's all right," she said again. Her eyes flashed quickly, blue to brown and
back again, so quick he almost missed it. Her hand on his back moved down to
his hip, fingertips slipping under the waistband of his pajama pants. He kissed
her.
He wasn't sure where to put his hands, so he left them in her hair, awkwardly
holding her head and trying not to pull at her. He had kissed a girl before,
but it had been brief, a peck on the lips between classes, and this kiss with
Raven was already much further than that had gone. Raven was moving against
him, her hips against his, and he couldn't stand it anymore. He pushed her onto
her back, holding himself above her, and he stopped kissing her long enough to
look down at her face.
Raven smiled up at him, biting her lip. She looked almost... shy.
"Your hair's red again," Charles said, tucking a lock behind her ear. It felt
softer this way. Slicker.
"Sorry," Raven murmured, and it was back to blond.
"Are you sure you want-" Charles started to say, but Raven shook her head.
"No, don't talk about it, Charles," she said, "you'll ruin everything. Promise
me, no talking."
"I promise," Charles said, because at that moment he would have promised her
anything.
Her smile blossomed across her face. "Good," she said, and then she kissed him
and pulled him down on top of her, and Charles didn't think anymore about
talking.
He sneaked his hand under her nightshirt and felt her firm breast, her nipple
almost ticklish brushing against his palm. The shape changed a little under his
hand as he stroked her, and he thought it's okay, don't be nervous, you're
perfect, but he didn't send the thought to her. He was pretty sure it would be
cheating; telepathy counted as talking in Raven's mind.
Raven twisted beneath him, and suddenly when Charles thrust forward, his
erection was right between her thighs. She wasn't wearing any underwear:
everything was slick and hot. Raven wrapped her legs around Charles's hips and
held him there as she moved, rubbing herself up against him. Like he was a toy
or something, just there for her to get off on. He tried to hold still for her,
but it was impossible, and when he thrust against her she cried out. Charles
was sure, suddenly, that if he did not get his pajama pants off within the next
few seconds, he would quite probably die right here.
Raven helped him shove the pants down his thighs and then her hand was on his
prick (small hand, large hand, callus, soft, like looking at a picture in
flickering light, except it didn't feel strange, because it was all Raven, all
her, it just felt natural).
He thrust against her and Raven gasped when his cock slid against her labia,
catching for just a second against the entrance to her cunt, and then sliding
back and forth again. It felt so good Charles couldn't stop himself, so warm,
so close, so perfect, the two of them moving together, doing everything but-
Everything but. That was the thought that forced him to stop, because there was
more. There was more, and they could, and he wished terribly he could ask her
one more time, but he had promised her. He took a deep breath and reached
between their bodies, his fingers finding the way into her cunt. Raven gasped
again, and her thighs squeezed tight around Charles's wrist. After a couple
seconds, though, she seemed to force herself to relax, sinking back down into
the mattress and spreading her legs as far as they would go.
She looked up at Charles expectantly, and he kissed her. He had to stop after a
moment, watch his hand on his own cock as he pushed inside her.
There were ways, he knew there were ways to make it good for Raven, too, as
good as it was for him, but goddamn if he knew what they were. He wanted her to
feel this, feel how amazing it was, and again he wished she'd let him talk,
because he could show her so easily, open her mind to his so she could know.
But all he could do now was try not to move too hard, too fast, and he kept
kissing her and rubbing her breast and tried to pay attention to the way she
moved, the sounds she was making, to concentrate on that rather than how close
he was, how much he wanted to come. It seemed like she was enjoying herself,
too, the way she moaned and held him closer.
"Please," Raven said, and just hearing her voice shocked him suddenly, making
him thrust harder than he meant to. "Oh, Charles, please."
Please what, he didn't know, but he tried, he was trying so hard. It was Raven,
and she was letting him do this, and all he wanted- all he wanted was her to
have everything she needed, everything she wanted, to be there for her always,
and he just kissed her again and kept touching her and fucked her and fucked
her and came.
Raven curled back around him, on her side, the same way she always did in his
bed. She fell asleep quickly, but Charles stayed awake a lot longer. He
listened in on her dreams as she slept: they were all sweet, all unremarkable.
It eased something tight and guilty in his chest, and eventually he was able to
sleep as well.
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