Erik takes a longer time to come to, so fiercely defensive over his lover that it takes a while to get himself back into his body, into his own frame of mind. He allows Charles to ease him back into himself, still wrapped so tightly around him that he's unwilling to extricate himself from him.
But Erik eventually does, missing the warmth, the presence of his lover's consciousness pressed so closely against his own. He's shielded from Charles' discomfort, but he hears the call -- would always hear the way Charles says his name, drawing him back, and back.
He stirs, after a few moments, feeling the start of a dull, throbbing headache at the back of his skull. He groans, finds himself pressed so closely against Charles' body, as if he had been clinging to him for the past day or so.
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But Erik eventually does, missing the warmth, the presence of his lover's consciousness pressed so closely against his own. He's shielded from Charles' discomfort, but he hears the call -- would always hear the way Charles says his name, drawing him back, and back.
He stirs, after a few moments, feeling the start of a dull, throbbing headache at the back of his skull. He groans, finds himself pressed so closely against Charles' body, as if he had been clinging to him for the past day or so.
"...Charles?" He asks aloud, groggy.