He'd said it again. Session. Her tongue ran over her teeth inside her mouth in a frenzy, as if it was a lion being held back by bars. She wet her lips, anticipating a kiss, but instead his fingers were kneading between her legs. Her mouth fell open and she gasped; not in shock, but with pleasure. Her shoulders writhed and her hips bucked, her back tensing to try and keep her still. He was talking, the electrokine noted, but she had to focus to really hear him, let alone understand. The first night? When he'd come to bring her to the school? She smiled, gently, contentedly as his fingers worked her over.
"You're-" going to make her finish.
"Sorry." No he was not. She knew just by the look in his devilish blue eyes. Her teeth gritted and she let her hands shake where they were resting on Charles' body. She buzzed and jolted, trying her very best to keep from electrocuting her mentor-turned-sex-bob-omb. Her heart was racing with adrenaline, and her mind was swimming in pheromones and Charles' own brand of voodoo. She put up absolutely no protest when he pulled her into his lap and kissed her. In fact, she'd met him half way. She wanted to tell him she loved him, silently, with her lips. Then, her stream of consciousness was interrupted by his own confession. His hands were up and down her back, and her chest swelled with emotion.
Zap's mouth parted, a symbol. She was letting him in. She wanted him too, but hadn't dared come out and said it. He'd been so gracious to save her life, to educate her, to provide her with a home... Zelda Nieve wasn't stupid, and she wasn't going to risk her entire life and her friendship with Charles Xavier over her libido. But... he wanted her. He felt the same way. Her hips had started rocking before his encouragement, and she was surprised at just how hard and sturdy his thigh was. When they'd met, he'd had a cane and she'd been in a wheelchair. Look at them now...
She pulled back from their kiss, suddenly, and took his head in her hands. Her thumbs rested in his sideburns, and she ducked her head to look into his eyes. "Charles? You have me. I just..." That was about the time the devil came into her eyes. "...don't know if you can handle me." As she spoke, she was sliding off of his leg, and when she was finished, her mouth had made contact with his throat. His sensitive, well-shaven, handsome, vulnerable throat. Her lips parted progressively as she kissed him, until finally she'd opened her mouth wide enough to nibble his Adam's apple and give it a shock, hopefully taking his breath away in more ways than one. Her chin rested perfectly between his collarbones while her nose nuzzled affectionately at where she'd just bitten, then it was right back to kissing. Then licking. Progressively downward. Her hands had left his arms and gone to his chest. She'd shocked his nipples, massaged his pecs, felt up his abs and by the time her face was near his belly button (which she'd prodded with her tongue), her hands had widened the fly on his trunks.
She glanced up, briefly, then raised her eyebrows. Why aren't you laying back? Zap thought where she knelt. Her palm hit firmly at the center of Charles' chest and she pushed him backwards onto the chaise. Whomp! By the time his body tensed in reaction to being pushed, she'd already swallowed his tip. Her pushing hand was now exploring up the leg of his suit. Oh, she thought, then gave his sack a squeeze. Her breath hitched when she began to take more of him in her mouth, when she realized just how much Professor there was. But not too much. Just the right amount... Her eyes rolled back in her head, feeling pleasure in the sensation of Professor X sliding into her throat.