round 3 overflow post

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Round 3 Overflow Post

This post is for Round 3 fills only. We ask that when a round hits 8500 comments, fillers begin moving their fills to this post.

Format:
SUBJECT LINE -- Round #, short description of fic (ex: "Alex/Hank, lab partners")
--- Link to the prompt
--- Text of the prompt

--- Link to the fill
OR
--- Entire text of the fill

EXAMPLE:
Prompt: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=1038472#t2038174

Charles/Erik -- Charles is a bakery owner whose most frequent customer is Erik.

Fill: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=0139482#t4502942

Charles started off the morning the same way he always did...

Comments

Fill: Into His Arms pt. 20

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She caught a thread of thought in the notes and managed to read a whole paragraph before she had to look at Erik again. He had closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling steadily. He wasn't as pale as he had been, the tension vanished from the corners of his eyes. Charles watched him, like he tried to memorize every single detail about him.

"Sleep," Moira whispered to him, and he glanced at her, startled. Maybe he had forgotten that they were in the room. He flashed a tiny smile and closed his eyes. Moira returned to her notes.

It didn't feel like five minutes when the door opened and the nurse poked her head in.

"Everything good?" she whispered. Moira nodded. Raven got up from the floor.

"I'll go get you that juice," she said and before Moira could say that she didn't have to do that, she was already out the door. The nurse closed the door behind them. Moira shook her head and went back to her reading. The room was quiet and Moira started to get drowsy and hungry. The door opened again and Raven slipped back inside. She handed her a juice box and a banana.

"The vending machine had fruit too, I thought you would be hungry."

"Thank you.”

Raven sat back down to the floor, leaning her back against the wall. Moira noticed her change of places. Either she wanted to be close to the door for security reason, or she wanted to be near her. Moira wasn't sure which one was it.

"Have you done this?" Moira nodded toward the bed. "Have a stand-in dominant to sleep with you?"

"My grief counselor suggested it back then, but I couldn't bear the idea. Everyone says it helps to go through the motions, even if there is no true connection, but I don't know. I never got around to it," Raven said quietly.

"I used to do it, as a volunteer in the Summer Hill," Moira said, opening the juice box. "It's interesting how little you need in the end. They don't even touch each other and I bet you that Erik's blood pressure drops back to normal."

"Could be from the nap," Raven suggested.

“Could be,” Moira said and sipped the juice. It was much too sweet but Moira hadn't realize how thirsty she had been. She drank it all.

"Thank you for this. You don't know how much this means to Charles," Raven said.

Before Moira could say anything, the door opened and Anna from the desk looked inside.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but there's something you should see," she said. Raven got up in one smooth and controlled move. She turned from relaxed to focused in a split second. Moira closed the notebook and got up, leaving the book on the chair. She glanced at the men. They slept soundly.

"Someone should stay with them?"

"The trainee will do that. This won't take long," Anna said. Moira walked out to the hallway and Raven followed her. The hallway was quiet. The young nurse waited there and Anna nodded to him to get inside.

"What is it? Was there something in the tests?" Moira asked. Anna looked odd. Tense.

"No, everything is fine. This way," Anna said and lead them around the corner, to a small area with armchairs and a table that served as a waiting room and television room. She took the remote and clicked through channels, stopping at the news cast. She pressed the button to turn up the volume. “It started ten minutes ago.”

The news caster was a young woman with a flashy submission trinket around her neck, decked with diamonds, or more likely, with cubic zirconia. It was the fashion statement of the season, Moira had read about it in Cosmopolitan. The woman stared at the camera with fixed eyes as she read the teleprompter. She had trouble keeping up with it. A red banner ran across the screen, repeating the news. At first Moira couldn't make sense of it, reading and listening at the same time.

“...the anonymous sources claim that Charles Xavier, the Chairman of the Mutant Board of Trustees, has committed to a new dominant and the plans for the sealing ceremony are already well under way. The sources also claim that the chosen dominant is a human with known medical problems that...”

“Don't say a name, don't say a name,” Raven muttered to the television screen.

Re: Fill: Into His Arms pt. 20

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I like that Erik is giving Charles the space to act as he needs to for this new relationship, but I'm not sure that I appreciate the news broadcasting Charles' private life all over it and how detailed it is right now.