Wonder Child

Two Halves

I had woken up in the most comfortable position ever. My head was in the crook of Xavier's neck, and I had squirmed during the night so that I was completely on top of him. I propped up on my elbows, observing him. His horns aren't that large, and could probably be hidden by his hair. They're made of some strong stuff, though. He looks so at peace when he's asleep. There are no stress marks, and his mouth is slightly open. With one finger, I moved his full top lip, and there were mostly human teeth, but his canines are undoubtedly sharper.

His tail flicked happily as he slept, indicating a pleasant dream. He wasn't lying about the intimate contact, either. He was positively glowing, and his muscles looked firmer than yesterday if that's possible.

I had to pee though.

But there's one problem. Whenever I tried to get up, his arms tightened like vices. So I was being held prisoner by a serial cuddler.

See my dilemma?

I had a solution, but it wasn't going to be pleasant for him. I focused on my core temperature, bringing my external temperature up to a punishing degree. After a few moments, he woke with a start, waving his arms in an attempt to cool them. I took this opportunity to climb out of the hammock and grab my clothes for the day. He fake-scowled at me, but I ignored it, heading for the bathroom instead.

Firmly locking the door, I stripped down, used the toilet, and climbed into the shower. After scrubbing down (and fighting with my hair; goddamnit) I brushed my teeth and got dressed. Seeing as how I'm expecting Aunt Cristina, athletic gear is probably the best choice.

"Bathroom's your's, but I don't-"

I stopped and stared. Xavier was freshly showered, wearing a casual outfit.

"Oh, is it a training day? BRB, need to change."

There was a 'pop' as he disappeared, only to reappear twenty seconds later in a compression shirt and track pants. His hair was combed, and both his horns and his tail were absent. He stretched out his arms Tony Stark style.

"Impressed?"

"Kind of. Breakfast."

I slid down the handrail on my feet again ("Goddess, Nat! How the fuck do you do that?"), I stuck the landing this time, continuing my brisk walk to the fridge. I snagged a coffee-cake muffin on the way, reaching in to grab the milk. I watched as Xavier helped himself to daddy's cereal (need to buy more, Lucky Charms are his weakness).

It was a comfortable silence until the sound of a door unlocking drew our attention.

Aunt Cristina walked in looking dignified as usual, even in her everyday clothing. She took one look at Xavier and suddenly there was a pointed staff right in his face. He tried not to flinch, but still twitched. It was positioned right in front of his forehead, and one jab and it would go straight through his head.

Before I knew it, my defensive mechanisms towards my mate kicked in, and soon there was a...scythe by her neck?

It was a dull silver, and the handle was twisted around my wrist. The long blade was curved around the back of her throat, and if I pulled it forward, well, you can guess how well that would go down. She gave me a small smile, letting the staff retract to the small cylinder it came from.

"Interesting. Very promising."

The blade went up in a puff of smoke, and I stared at my wrist. But...I'd never been able to even remotely attempt dad's power. And now I managed it without a hitch? I settled into Bitch-Face Number Ten, which was a 'life's-a-bitch-and-so-is-everyone-in-it' glare. It was going to be a long day.

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The basic idea is that bonding ("not mating, Auntie, Goddess!") had opened a sort of two way street between our inner sanctums. I could draw a metaphorical stitch from Xavier to manage my powers, and he could use my excess energy to keep his demon-half satisfied.

Manageable powers?

Wicked cool.

I could do EVERYTHING. What used to be bits and snags were now full blown gifts. I could copy dad's gift perfectly, but I would still have to be trained in the different weapon arts. My daddy's flight gift was honed in, and I could shoot upwards like a rocket, or straight-shot down with a parallel finish. Arial acrobatics, anyone?

With these came some original ones. I could control matter around me, causing tremors in the earth or an ignition of a wildfire. Teleportation still wasn't one-hundred percent accurate, but it was much closer. I also seemingly inherited a variation of Xavier's power, and the silver energy from my palms could cut through damn near anything.

"Silver cross!"

Xavier barely jumped out of the way before the twin beams criss-crossed where he stood.

"Damn, trying to cut me in fourths?"

"Auntie put a spell on us. No permanent damage."

"Cutthroat."

He chose a close up attack in return, but he couldn't reach as I jumped a clear five feet over him before slamming down on his back. Daddy taught me that one. I formed the scythe again, bringing it under his chin.

"You're dead."

"Goddamnit! That's the sixth time! I call foul play!"

I gave him Bitch-Face Number Three, an I-can't-believe-your-idiocy' squint as I let him up.

"How, exactly, am I using foul play?"

"I don't know! But you can't win like that all the time!"

"Am I hurting your ego, big guy?"

He play growled me, launching himself at me for round seven.

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By the end of the day, both of us were dead tired. My parents would be back tomorrow, and I had a lot of explaining to do. After dinner we had both showered, and were now chilling on the couch. Xavier was laying long-ways, and I was on my back on top of him. We decided on Robocop 2 (the best Robocop so shut up you asshole), and I was munching on a cookie (white chocolate chip, no nuts). Xavier had wrapped his arms and tail around me, saying that he was running low on energy and needed a snuggle.

Right.

Once that finished, I allowed him to carry me to my hammock and tuck both of us in for the night.

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I want a hammock bed T.T

But Nat has a good lid on her powers now. Next chapter you meet the threat.

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