Charles Xavier x reader fanfictions

Saturday

Request Anonymous
Warnings: none
F/d= Favourite drink

You sat alone in a bar, it was a Saturday night.
Your friends had dispersed into the night and abandoned you.
You were a regular, always sipping your f/d watching the night life go by.
There was a man, attractive, young and staring directly at you with eyes bluer than the sea.
Hypnotic.
You pulled your eyes away from his hypnotic gaze and continued watching the night.
You watched the man from the corner of your eye, moving closer, ever so slowly.
"What's a pretty lady doing sitting alone in a bar like this." A smooth accent spoke.
You looked to the side and smirked.
"What's a man doing prying on a woman he only assumes is lonely." You sculled the rest of your drink ordering another.
"I've been watching you, there's been no one come to see you." He said as he leaned on the bar.
"Okay, creepy, but how do you know I'm not meeting someone." You turned to face him.
"Because your not." He chuckled.
"So you expect me to talk to you?" You questioned.
"Im here alone, your here alone. Seems like a pretty good match."
He blushed slightly, hiding his nerves it appeared.
"Maybe."
"Charles Xavier." He said holding his hand out
"Y/n L/n."
You both sat and talked for a while and.. you both never stopped.
Hours passed and the amount of people started to decrease.
This man had captured you completely but, you can't just be this mans prey. You need to get yourself out while you still can, yes?
Or do you stay..
"I really like you y/n."  Charles whispered.
"I think you've had to much to drink Charles."
"I definitely have not, and even if I did I haven't had enough to forget my feelings for you." He swayed his glass around and you blushed.
"What do you like about me?"
"Everything.." he didn't glance over your body like most men, he locked your eyes and it felt like it was as if he was reading your mind.
"My hair, my lips?" You asked
"Everything..." he leaned in but you pulled away.
"You don't even know me." You smiled
"I feel like I do." He grazed your hand softly.
"Well, if we're gonna stay and chat looks like I'll get another drink."
"A White Russian please." he called over to the bartender.
"How..? Nobody knows that."
"Lucky guess." He smirked again.
"Grew up in (country) then you moved to New York. You live alone, your very self conscious even though your absolutely stunning and your extremely attracted to me and want to take my clothes off."
"That is lucky." You said astounded.
"I know.." he sighed
"What am I thinking right now." You giggled.
"You want to forget the drinks, get out of here and make a night of us." Charles said looking to your lips like a hungry lion.
"I'm pretty sure that's what your thinking by the way your looking at my lips."
"No Im pretty sure I'm thinking about devouring them and other..things." He said pulling you to your feet.
"You think indecent thoughts." You laughed
"Says the one who's thinking about taking my clothes off." He said pulling you out of the bar.
"How could you possibly know that."
"I'm a telepath." He pulled you close to his figure.
You just laughed.
"Would you consider, going on a date."
"I thought we were going to make a night of this." You pouted.
"I'm not going to take advantage of a beautiful woman such as yourself, make it a rain check." He leaned in and pecked your lips then kissed your hand, he hailed a cab and slipped a number into your hands as you slipped into the cab.
"Tomorrow." He smiled and you nodded as the car drove off leaving him standing illuminated by the city lights.

A/n: hope this is what you wanted, tried to spice it up a bit.
Enjoy