fondle night is every night

Now I want fic where Charles Xavier is a actor and media darling, and Erik Lehnsherr is a brooding photographer, and they fall in love. Or something.

"Why is he eating his shirt in this one?" Frost asks, laying one neatly manicured nail across the glossy page.

"I--he said it would work?" the photographer says. "That's what he wanted to do."

"And this one, where he's twirling behind--is that a traffic light?"

"Yes?"

Frost sighs and shakes her head. "Lehnsherr, you're working with him next time."

Erik stirs when he hears his name. "Hmm?"

"You're working with Xavier next time he comes in."

"What? Why?"

"Because then I won't have to deal with pictures of him trying to eat his shirt. We can't use any of these."

Don't do this to me when I'm supposed to be studying :)