Blue Skies Above
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dorksidefikerTitle: Blue Skies Above
Author:dorksidefiker
Fandom: X-Men
Table/Prompt: Table 3/21. Caught
Character/Pairing: Nezhno, Megan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 278
Summary: In which Megan’s spell actually works.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Nezhno gazed thoughtfully at the blue sky above him, which was suddenly filled up with Megan’s face, her hair hanging down so it just brushed his forehead. The really astounding thing was that he could feel the soft, pink strands as they moved to tickle his nose. Slowly, carefully, Nezhno reached up and ran his fingers through her hair. “Ooh,” he murmured.
“Nezhno, are you okay?” Megan’s voice sounded far away, and his ears were ringing. A broken chunk of wall was digging painfully into his back. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt pain in any way other than his seizures. “Oh God, Nezhno, say something!”
“I could kiss you,” he whispered dazedly.
“Huh? I don’t understand. Say something in English!” Megan said, her black eyes wide with worry. It took Nezhno several moments to realize that he had been speaking in Wakandan. Nezhno cupped the back of her head, bringing his mouth up to hers. Megan made a startled noise and jerked back. Nezhno let her go, sitting up slowly. He hadn’t expected the spell, the latest amongst Megan’s many attempts to fix him, to actually do anything.
“I felt that,” he said, his voice full of wonder as he reached out with trembling hands and caressed Megan’s face. “It worked.”
He caught her lips in another joy filled kiss. This time, she didn’t pull away. Her lips were soft, and they parted slightly under his inexpert explorations.
Author:
dorksidefikerFandom: X-Men
Table/Prompt: Table 3/21. Caught
Character/Pairing: Nezhno, Megan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 278
Summary: In which Megan’s spell actually works.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Nezhno gazed thoughtfully at the blue sky above him, which was suddenly filled up with Megan’s face, her hair hanging down so it just brushed his forehead. The really astounding thing was that he could feel the soft, pink strands as they moved to tickle his nose. Slowly, carefully, Nezhno reached up and ran his fingers through her hair. “Ooh,” he murmured.
“Nezhno, are you okay?” Megan’s voice sounded far away, and his ears were ringing. A broken chunk of wall was digging painfully into his back. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt pain in any way other than his seizures. “Oh God, Nezhno, say something!”
“I could kiss you,” he whispered dazedly.
“Huh? I don’t understand. Say something in English!” Megan said, her black eyes wide with worry. It took Nezhno several moments to realize that he had been speaking in Wakandan. Nezhno cupped the back of her head, bringing his mouth up to hers. Megan made a startled noise and jerked back. Nezhno let her go, sitting up slowly. He hadn’t expected the spell, the latest amongst Megan’s many attempts to fix him, to actually do anything.
“I felt that,” he said, his voice full of wonder as he reached out with trembling hands and caressed Megan’s face. “It worked.”
He caught her lips in another joy filled kiss. This time, she didn’t pull away. Her lips were soft, and they parted slightly under his inexpert explorations.