「 The Professor & I 」VOLUME II

(295) Greedy

Xavier's School, 24th May 2005

Charles' POV

Harsh beeps of a ringing alarm discordantly destroyed the morning tranquility and inevitably my train of thought as I stared immersedly at Lynn's sleeping frame.

Regardless that my mind wrestled hard to fathom the bizarre inkling, radiating from Lynn since the moment I laid eyes on her when I naturally woke at the break of dawn, it was a futile battle but the resultant desolation spontaneously dissolved as she stirred with a cute frown plastered to her face.

I stretched my arm back, snoozing the digital clock, and Lynn finally smiled as her eardrums were relieved of the noisy burden. Already on her side, she automatically slipped her mangled hand behind my back and buried her face comfortably into the heart of my chest as her eyes remained stubbornly sealed.

"Morning, love," I greeted softly, surrounding her in my arms and tenderly pecked her citrus-scented locks.

"I don't want to get up," Lynn murmured but most of her childish whine was muffled, escaping as hot breaths absorbed by the fabric of my night shirt, and invariably tickled my skin beneath.

"You say that every morning, Lynn," I teased, chuckling, as I dedicatedly tucked her hair neatly to the back of her ear.

"But I really mean it today," Lynn claimed in a seemingly determined tone, peering up at me with an irresistible pout to which I immediately planted a loving kiss.

"That's all I get?" Lynn challenged in a clearly unsatisfied tone, bearing a strangely bewildered expression.

"You're awfully greedy this morning, Mrs. Xavier," I remarked in amusement, staring at her curiously, as I leaned in and pampered her with another innocent peck.

"Am I not allowed to be?" Lynn snooped, almost shamelessly, as her surprised hazel eyes pierced directly into mine.

"Sure, you are, but... You hate it when I make you late for class," I argued in a mildly baffled tone and randomly toyed with the ends of her smooth auburn tresses as I attentively monitored her eyes, watching the pronounced astonishment glistening in them gradually fade into marginal disappointment.

"You're right. We should go," Lynn asserted, albeit in a listless tone, and readily rolled over to her other side.

"Lynn," I whispered, hurriedly grabbing her hand before she whipped off the covers and she flipped her head around with an exceptionally eager gaze.

"I love you," I articulated sincerely but her initial reaction was oddly a blank, speechless, stare that eventually melted into a wholehearted smile as she briefly studied my eyes.

"I love you, too," Lynn replied unconditionally, grinning candidly, as she cupped my face and delicately kissed me on the lips.

"Get changed, my dear. Don't want to be late," Lynn sang animatedly.

Happily floating off into her chair, Lynn apparently had her spirits lifted and her chipper front maintained as she enthusiastically selected outfits for both of us. Obviously, her excellent mood had set her in unusual places and she sieved out one of her favourite suits for me while she elected to don herself in a maxi skirt, instead of her typical choice of tapered trousers, that had not seen the lights of day in ages.