Desertion

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Now that fun and games was sadly over, the rush of the chase that had been sustaining her faded quickly leaving her drained and nearly shaking with exhaustion. "Charles then if you don't mind, Professor." she wiggled her nose. "Is a bit formal." she had JUST enough left in her to wink at him. "Unless thats what you like being called." she purred. Clearly making an innuendo to bed room play.



Ashni nodded at his direction, picking the one furthest away, it was an odd habit but she liked being near an outer wall, plus being further away from others meant that if she had the odd nightmare the chances of her mutation flaring unexpectedly to others was diminished. She tossed her bag onto the table only taking a quick look around but what she was impressed her, though she was hardly surprised based on how the rest of the mansion...hell that it WAS a mansion was laid out.



"I don't want to be a bother." it was the honest truth, she turned to him sitting on the bed, unconsciously seductive in her pose, but her expression held little of it, she really didn't want to have to make someone cook and bring up food for her. In Lahore once she had grown she did have a little girl that did chores for her, just as she had done as a child to the older women. But that was a different life, and god knew during her time in the brotherhood there had been no one to wait on her.



Ashni had no idea if there were servants or if it would be teacher or student that would be tasked to bring her food, but either way she shook her head. "I'll take care of myself." She wouldn't be a burden, Charles had been kind to her every time she had met him. And she would not repay that by being even a little selfish, her nature was inherently giving, and that was buttressed with the need to be useful.



She of course had favorite foods, but her year in the Brotherhood had also given her short shift to her preferences. Technically she was suppose to be a vegetarian as a Hindu, but as long as she avoided beef she was still keeping herself correctly.





Ashni yawned hiding her mouth behind her hand, "Sorry, Kitchen would be good. But probably not going to get there for a few hours." She felt like she could have slept for days, a little sex would have done wonders to revitalize her but alas it was not meant to be. But she couldn't let him go with out one last tease.



Ashni stretched out on the bed, her mini skirt riding up, as she arched yawning again, showing her belly. "Umm comfy, big enough for two..." she blinked with artful innocence at him.

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“Charles, then, if you don’t mind,” she said, the exhaustion finally beginning to catch up with her. “Professor is a bit formal,” she added with a wiggle of her nose and a wink. “Unless that’s what you like being called.”

He chuckled a bit at that, blushing faintly. No one had really flirted with him as openly and relentlessly since Lana; most saw the wheelchair and put the brakes on right then and there. In a way it was...flattering and refreshing. His hindbrain couldn’t get past the fact that a beautiful young woman was obviously interested, but his forebrain utterly refused to engage that train of thought. If he hadn’t been a careful man in Oxford, no doubt he could have a daughter out there the same age as Ashni. Not to mention he was the headmaster of a school; there were rules he had to follow, lines he absolutely could not risk crossing without the utmost care and consideration.

“Charles is perfectly fine,” he assured. Most of the staff called him by his given name; only one tended to use his title, and that was more a factor of her upbringing than anything else.

There was a sharp burst of impressed from her as she picked her room and entered it. Not much surprise, of course—exhausted or not, Ashni was not unobservant. She put her things down and sat on the bed, facing him. Charles made a conscious effort to not react to the way she sat. Old habits often died hard—there were mornings when he still tried to move his legs in order to sit up.

“I don’t want to be a bother,” she said honestly. “I’ll take care of myself.”

She yawned, covering her mother with her hand. “Sorry. Kitchen would be good. But probably not going to get there for a few hours.”

He nodded in understanding. “Get some sleep, Ashni; if you have any questions upon waking, do not hesitate to ask. Everyone here will be perfectly willing to assist you.”

She stretched out on the bed, her skirt riding up from the movement. Charles was quick to glance away; she was even more persistent than Lana had been all those years ago.

“Hmm, comfy. Big enough for two,” she added, giving him an all-too-innocent look.

He swallowed and kept his eyes anywhere but on her. “I hope you sleep well,” he replied, making his way out of her room.

Charles took a deep breath as he crossed the threshold and grabbed at the doorknob, pulling it shut behind him. Hank was going to derive far too much enjoyment from the whole matter, he was certain. But first...Charles retreated to his own room, sending the occasionally blue scientist a quick message that he’d be turning in a bit early for the day.