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dorksidefikerTitle: Awkward
Author:fullmetal_cute
Fandom: X-Men
Table/Prompt: Table 3/41. Mate
Character/Pairing: Megan/Nezhno
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 312
Summary: The Majesdane Flu strikes again, leading to a great deal of awkwardness between Megan and Nezhno.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing, and this is the sequel to Post Flu Roundup.
For once, Megan seemed to have nothing to say. And, for the first time ever, Nezhno actually wanted her to say something. Anything. The silence that filled the room was profoundly uncomfortable.
Finally, he was the one who broke through that flood of silence that was trying to drown them.
“Where are my pants?”
Megan wrapped the sheet more tightly around herself, her face rapidly turning the same shade of pink as her hair. “Oh Gawd…”
Silence filled the room again, and Nezhno fixed his gaze on the far wall. He gave up the corner of the sheet Megan had left him and got up to find his missing clothes. Megan made a soft noise, and when Nezhno looked back at her, she had pulled her knees up to her chest, her face buried in her arms.
Nezhno watched her for a few moments before finally tracking down his clothes and dressing quickly. He kept sneaking glances at the girl. Her shoulders were shaking, and she kept making quiet noises that stabbed at him like little knives.
“Megan?”
She let out a little hiss of sharply intaken breath and peeked at him through the curtain of her hair. He was right, she was crying.
Nezhno had not felt so ashamed of himself in a long time.
“I-” He trailed off. What was he supposed to say to her? He didn’t even know why he’d followed this mad impulse that had lead to this situation. What could he say that could make things better.
Or at least make her stop crying.
Author:
fullmetal_cuteFandom: X-Men
Table/Prompt: Table 3/41. Mate
Character/Pairing: Megan/Nezhno
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 312
Summary: The Majesdane Flu strikes again, leading to a great deal of awkwardness between Megan and Nezhno.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing, and this is the sequel to Post Flu Roundup.
For once, Megan seemed to have nothing to say. And, for the first time ever, Nezhno actually wanted her to say something. Anything. The silence that filled the room was profoundly uncomfortable.
Finally, he was the one who broke through that flood of silence that was trying to drown them.
“Where are my pants?”
Megan wrapped the sheet more tightly around herself, her face rapidly turning the same shade of pink as her hair. “Oh Gawd…”
Silence filled the room again, and Nezhno fixed his gaze on the far wall. He gave up the corner of the sheet Megan had left him and got up to find his missing clothes. Megan made a soft noise, and when Nezhno looked back at her, she had pulled her knees up to her chest, her face buried in her arms.
Nezhno watched her for a few moments before finally tracking down his clothes and dressing quickly. He kept sneaking glances at the girl. Her shoulders were shaking, and she kept making quiet noises that stabbed at him like little knives.
“Megan?”
She let out a little hiss of sharply intaken breath and peeked at him through the curtain of her hair. He was right, she was crying.
Nezhno had not felt so ashamed of himself in a long time.
“I-” He trailed off. What was he supposed to say to her? He didn’t even know why he’d followed this mad impulse that had lead to this situation. What could he say that could make things better.
Or at least make her stop crying.