At Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, the esteemed Lalia Azali serves as a dedicated teacher and is also this universe's Scarlet Witch. Endowed with formidable powers and a destiny she must face, Lalia confronts her fate amidst the school's hall...
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-Logan
I woke up to find Lia lying against me, her body nestled against mine, our clothes scattered around the room like forgotten memories. The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a soft glow on her hair. She looked peaceful, her hair a tangled mess, her skin warm against mine. I couldn't help but smile, recalling the events of last night.
I remembered the way she looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability. The way she held onto me, as if she was afraid to let go. I ran my fingers gently through her tangled hair, savoring the moment. I didn't want to leave this place, this perfect moment where everything felt right.
For the first time in as long as I can remember, I didn't have a nightmare or a rough night's sleep. As I laid there, lost in my thoughts, Lia began to stir. She shifted, slowly letting go of my arm, probably thinking I was still asleep.
When she turned to look at me and realized I was already watching her, she jumped, falling off the bed in a tangle of sheets and limbs. I couldn't help but chuckle. "Sneakin' out, huh?"
"You scared the hell out of me!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and embarrassment.
I smirked at her cute actions. "You alright?" I asked, my voice still rough with sleep.
She quickly wrapped herself in a sheet, avoiding my gaze. "Yeah, I'm fine, just..." she muttered, clearly flustered as she searched for her clothes.
I watched her, a smirk playing on my lips as she scrambled to cover herself up with the sheet. The sight of her flustered and fumbling was too good to pass up. Slowly, I reached out and tugged at the end of the sheet wrapped around her, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric. She froze, her eyes darting to mine, wide with a mix of surprise and something else.
Biting my lip, I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a low, gravelly whisper. "Why are you coverin' up like I ain't seen it all already?" The words rolled off my tongue, teasing and rough, just like me. I could see the blush creeping up her cheeks, her eyes flickering with a mix of embarrassment and something more.
Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she looked like she might bolt again. But then, she met my gaze, her eyes blazing with anger. She struck the side of my arm, her face twisted in frustration. I rubbed the spot, chuckling. "Ouch, that actually hurt," I said, still grinning.
"Don't start with your flirting Logan," she said, her voice firm. "We need to focus on the mission today."
I groaned, wiping my hands across my face. "Ugh, How did I know you were gonna act like this when you woke up?" I mutter, frustration creeping into my tone. "You were more fun when you were asleep."
"Shut up and get dressed," she retorted, throwing my pants at me.
I catch them, shaking my head as I pull them on. "You know, you can be a real pain in the ass sometimes," I said, my tone half-joking.
Lia narrowed her eyes at me. "Yeah? Well, someone has to keep your ego in check," she shot back, her voice sharp but with a hint of playfulness.
I smirk, leaning in a bit closer. "Last night, you didn't seem to mind my ego too much," I said, my voice dropping to a low, teasing tone.
She rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed, but I caught the hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "Logan, just get ready," she said, turning away from me.
I chuckled, pulling on my shirt. "Alright, alright. But as soon as this mission is over, I'm not letting you run away from this, not this time," I said, my tone turning serious.
She glanced at me, her eyes narrowing slightly. She didn't say a word, but I could tell she heard me loud and clear. She should know how serious I was. As I finished getting dressed, I couldn't help but think about the night before. The way she looked at me, the way she held onto me like I was the only thing keeping her grounded. It was a side of her I hadn't seen before, and it made me feel something I hadn't felt in a long time.
But now, in the harsh light of day, she was back to her usual self—focused, determined, and a little bit distant. I knew better than to push her, especially when there was a mission at hand. But part of me couldn't help but wish that we could hold onto that moment a little longer.
I was lacing up my boots, getting ready for the mission ahead, when Lalia stepped out of the bathroom. She was wearing her suit, her hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail. The sight of her made me pause. She looked stunning, even in the utilitarian getup.
I must've been staring too long because she caught my gaze and her eyes widened with worry. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice tinged with insecurity. "Do I look bad?"
I shook my head, trying to suppress a grin. "Nah, you look like a cute.. scuba diver," I said, my voice gruff but amused.
She stared at me for a moment, her eyes locked onto mine, before letting out a laugh she had clearly been holding in. She turned around, probably trying not to give me the satisfaction of seeing her smile, but I could see the corners of her mouth twitching. I couldn't help but smile myself, but then I noticed something. The back of her suit wasn't zipped up all the way.
"Hey, come here," I said softly, gesturing for her to move closer.
She hesitated for a second, her eyes flickering with uncertainty, before stepping towards me. I turned her around gently and began to slowly zip up her suit, my eyes tracing the line of her spine as I did. The tension in the air was palpable, every second stretching out as if time itself was holding its breath.
She stood still, her eyes fixated on the mirror in front of us. I could see the reflection of her face, a mixture of concentration and something deeper, something unspoken.
When I finally zipped it up all the way, I let my hand linger for a moment, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric, before moving it to the side of her waist. She inhaled sharply at the touch, her body tensing, and quickly moved away as if the contact had burned her.
"We need to get going," she said, her voice a bit shaky, betraying the calm facade she was trying to maintain. "We should discuss the plan."
I nodded, the moment of levity gone, replaced by the seriousness of our mission. "Yeah, let's get to it," I replied, my tone back to its usual gruffness.
The room seemed to shrink around us, the weight of what lay ahead pressing down. We had a job to do, but for a brief moment, it was nice to see her smile, a fleeting glimpse of the person behind the mission.
