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[prefers_magneto]

Erik stepped out of Charles' office shutting the door behind him, frustration evident on his features, but it hadn't quite reached anger. He was moving through the hallways towards the front entrance when he saw her emerge from a classroom. He stopped and looked at her, lingering for a moment, then started walking again.

He wasn't sure how much she wanted people she worked with and taught seeing her talking to him.

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[mistressofelements]

It was hardly a secret any longer that Storm was involved with Magneto, not considering all the explosive arguments she'd had on the subject with Logan in particular about it. The Wolverine had left the mansion in anger, a wound in her heart that was still fresh and sore. She had come to rely on the man more than she had perhaps realised.

Charles had a better understanding of her situation, since he knew Erik better than anyone. Ororo had no illusions, she had a long way to go before she could claim to ubderstand the man she loved as well as the professor did.

When he walked away without greeting her, she rolled her eyes and caught up with him, hooking her arm around his. This relationship was never going to work if they kept treating it as something shameful.

"Really, you're not even going to say hello?"

[prefers_magneto]

"I didn't know if you wanted me to," Erik replied, glancing around - mostly to gauge what amount of 'public' she seemed comfortable with. "What were you teaching today?"

[mistressofelements]

The hallway contained the usual trickle of students going to and from classes, and it didn't seem to bother Storm much. To make the point perfectly clear, she stopped him so that she could give him a kiss.

"French revolution. I've been teaching history again since Logan left."

[prefers_magneto]

Logan. Erik knew that had hurt her. He returned the kiss gently, but rolled his eyes when she mentioned the Wolverine.

"Is he still off having a tantrum? What's his fucking problem?"

[mistressofelements]

"You are, I think."

She hooked her arm with his again and kept walking.

"What are you doing here?"

[prefers_magneto]

"I haven't done anything to him. Maybe he should save his strop for the people who experimented on him."

He glanced at her.

"I had some information for Charles."

[mistressofelements]

"You can control metal, he's pretty much made of it, doesn't really make him like being around you a lot."

And there was the whole complicated matter of feelings, but she really didn't want to talk about that about the moment.

"You're giving Charles information now?"

She'd been aware that they were sort of talking again, or she would have been far more surprised to see Erik walking around the mansion, but this was new.

[prefers_magneto]

"When it pertains to him." He glanced at her. "Mystique has found evidence that military intelligence has taken an interest in the school."

[mistressofelements]

"Thank you for warning us."

She feels fear settle in the pit of her stomach like a cold lump. She is so damn tired of that feeling, and of the rage that always follows. Why can't they just be allowed to live their lives in peace?

[prefers_magneto]

"I want to take some sort of action against them to prevent them moving on the target," Erik told her, the frustration he'd worn when walking out of the office returning to crease his brow between his eyes. "Charles isn't going to do anything."