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49. stolen kisses
xavier; 1,009 words; fluff, gn!reader, no "y/n", xavier being cheeky
summary: a few stolen kisses
a/n: exactly what it says on the label; the lightest of spoilers for his veiled whispers card, but the literal lightest.
001
In the forest, on the edge of the battlefield, with the remnants of smoke still filling the air; he tastes of sweat and sweetness, reassurance and regret — you press your palm to his chest and push slightly, gasping for breath as he pulls away.
“X-Xavier?”
He hums, licking his lips, his eyes wide and warm as he grins, reaching up to touch his mouth experimentally, as if uncertain of what he’d just done.
“Sorry — I just… suddenly wanted to…”
You blush, leaning in for another soft peck, shaking your head.
“It’s okay… I don’t mind.”
You squeak as he tugs you towards him, an arm now tight around your waist.
“Good… because I actually think I quite like it.”
002
On your couch the night after it rains, and you’re not drunk anymore but there’s something so steady and solid in the way he presses his lips to yours that somehow, when he pulls away, you wonder if the world is still spinning. Or maybe it’s just the way he makes you feel, how he twists your stomach and tangles in your laughter — how he leans in to press his forehead against yours, breathing you in.
“Feeling better?”
You nod, heat kissing up your spine as one of his hands drops to your waist to pull you closer.
“When I said you were being a little distant…” your words trail off as he lifts your chin with a finger, shaking his head.
“You don’t have to explain… I get it. And… I’ll do better,” he grins, leaning in again, pausing before his lips meet yours.
“Starting right now…” he says, and you can taste the promise, honey-sweet, right on the tip of his tongue.
003
On the pier, beneath the sparkling lights of the Linkon Tower, his lips warm against your cheek as he pulls you in. And by the time you turn to look at him with wide eyes, he’s turning back to the tower, pointing at the top.
“Isn’t it pretty?” he asks.
You smile, blushing as you lean up onto your tip toes and kiss his cheek as well.
“The prettiest,” you say, landing back on your feet.
He turns to face you again, something warm and unreadable in his eyes — they’re so blue, and up close, you start to realize that they’re a celestial phenomenon. They are the hearts and dreams of ancient stars, cast through the lens of a telescope pointed toward the deepest, darkest corners of space. They are endless in a way that only eyes can be. In them, you find galaxies; in them, you find yourself.
“Yeah… I think you are,” he says, unabashed as he bends down for a proper kiss, one that is less breath and more wanting, less search and more belonging. When he pulls back, you purse your lips and glance back at the tower.
“We missed the whole light show.”
Xavier shakes his head, “We got something better instead, didn’t we?”
004
When he finally comes home, bruises littering his torso like footprints in the snow. Your back pressed against the bedroom door, his fingers digging into the meat of your hips.
“X-Xavier?”
“I was —” his eyes are dark, his chest heaving as he swallows and tears his eyes away. His voice is harsh when he finally catches his breath, “There was a moment when… I thought —” he lets his head fall forward onto your shoulder, his grip on you slackening.
You reach up to wrap your arms around you, murmuring in his ear.
“I’m here… it’s alright…”
His arms snake around you, wrapping you in a tight embrace as he takes a deep breath, and then another. Faintly, you marvel to yourself that you can feel his heartbeat thumping against your chest, so much faster than its usual steady, almost terrifyingly slow rhythm. But now…
“I’m sorry… was I too harsh?” Xavier pulls back, his gaze softening as he looks you over.
You laugh, shaking your head, “No — and you’re the one who just got back from a difficult mission — c’mon, let me look at these injuries.”
You push him back onto the bed till he’s sitting, tugging open his shirt even as heat creeps up your cheeks. You try to focus on tending to his injuries, the smattering of cuts that lace his right arm, the dark bruise blossoming along his ribs. He holds still and quiet for most of it, but when you finish, he catches your hand as you try to reach for the first aid kit, spread open on the bed next to him.
Slowly, he tugs you up to press a kiss to the tender skin just inside of your wrist. Shivers skitter through you, setting your body ablaze with want as he looks down at you, kneeling before him. A hand comes up to cup your cheek, and then he’s pulling you forward again, falling back till you’re straddling his hips, his hair spread out beneath him like a halo of pure starlight.
“I’m fine,” he says, pressing your palm to his chest. And there, you can feel his heartbeat slowly steadying out to its usual rhythm. Ba-dump… ba-dump… ba-dump…
“I know,” you say, leaning forward to cage him in with your arms, one on either side of his face. He blinks up at you, his palms settling on your thighs as he traces abstract patterns into your skin.
“Good… then you don’t have to be so careful with me.”
“Was I?” you feel a thrill of desire tingle up your spine as he lets his hands wander up your legs to the hem of your nightshirt, “I didn’t notice.”
Xavier’s smile is sweet and indulgent as he pulls you down for another kiss, and then another —
“I notice everything you do… because I’ll always notice. Because… it’s you.”
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