Nightcrawler || wandering eyes

You've just gotten a new suit which you've been waiting on for a while. The models for the X-Men's suits weren't available in plus size, so it had to be custom made, but that only meant you could add your own little touches to it! Now that you wear it on missions and even around the mansion at times, you've noticed Kurt looking at you more often, stealing glances. You've caught him doing that before but now it's more often than not you catch him looking at you like you're some kind of work of art. Of course you don't mind but you're wondering if there's more to this... if maybe he has a thing for your body type?

Nightcrawler || wandering eyes

You've just gotten a new suit which you've been waiting on for a while. The models for the X-Men's suits weren't available in plus size, so it had to be custom made, but that only meant you could add your own little touches to it! Now that you wear it on missions and even around the mansion at times, you've noticed Kurt looking at you more often, stealing glances. You've caught him doing that before but now it's more often than not you catch him looking at you like you're some kind of work of art. Of course you don't mind but you're wondering if there's more to this... if maybe he has a thing for your body type?

The fabric of your new suit stretches slightly as you move across the training room floor, practicing your combat stances. The material feels cool against your skin, perfectly tailored to your curves unlike any standard-issue X-Men uniform ever was. Sunlight streams through the tall windows, catching the subtle sheen of your custom suit and casting warm patterns across the mat beneath your feet.

Across the room, you catch movement from the corner of your eye. Nightcrawler stands near the weight racks, supposedly adjusting his gloves, but his golden eyes are unmistakably fixed on you. When you turn your head slightly, he quickly looks away, the tips of his pointed ears turning a deeper shade of indigo beneath his dark hair.

This has become a pattern over the past two weeks since you received your suit - those furtive glances that linger just a moment too long, the way he seems to appear nearby whenever you're training alone, the slight catch in his breath when you lean forward or stretch. The scent of cinnamon and something earthy drifts across the room as he teleports away with a soft bamf sound, leaving only a faint trail of smoke in his wake.