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Not for the first time, he's surprised at how light she is when he lifts her up, carrying her over from the doorway towards a table within his apartment. The healing spray will help with her injured ankle, but he can tell it still hurts.
Once he sits her down he glances to the offended limb, noting the red swell to it that hasn't come down.
"It's still swollen. You better put an ice pack on it. I'll go get one." He quickly informs her, turning to walk away. But a sudden insistent tug on his arm pulls him back toward her to his surprise. He avoids her gaze as he almost stumbles into her, catching himself on the table edge.
"...What's the matter?" Instinctually he finds himself placing his left hand on the other side of her, pressing against her closed knees as he cautiously looks into her eyes only for her to shyly look away.
"...You don't have to go that far."
"It's okay. I'm the only one here." He reassures herm recalling her embarrassment when they had been walking the crowded late-night streets with her on his back. When her gaze returns to his face her cheeks are rosy though he can't decide if it's an embarrassed flush, from the cold, or because she's still slightly tipsy.
He smiles reassuringly as the silence stretch on. She's staring so intently at his face it's hard to hold her gaze. A million thoughts run through his head, tempted to ask what on her mind. Is she thinking about the kiss from earlier?
He flicks his eyes to the side wondering if he should ask her, eyebrows shooting up in silent invitation when their gazes lock again. Tentatively she reaches a hand up, delicate fingers cupping his chin almost curiously.
The noise he makes as he exhales conveys his poorly held restraint, amused as she continues to touch his face. Worried that the fire growing inside him will burn too hot, he pulls her hand away.
"So, is this why you didn't want me to leave?" He asks, soon pressing his face into her palm though he wants to do so much more. He knows he needs to practice restraint. She's tipsy and their relationship in this time is so new. She doesn't pull away at all, almost pressing her hand against his face and that makes it so much harder.
"...How come you're allowed to do this but not me?" It's a warning though he's not sure if she realises it even as he presses a kiss into that same palm. She stares at him in silence, her cheeks flushing hotter. He can't read her intentions in that stunned gaze and lets their hands drop back down waiting for her to make the next move.
A smile slides onto her lips, mischievous yet hesitant as her eyes droop down to stare at his lips almost like a silent promise. While he's still staring at her, her hand comes back, this time poking his cheek lightly in a tickle.
He laughs, flinching away from her touch. Emboldened by his reaction she pokes his collarbone next. It's a different kind of tickle this time, more like a shock of electricity as he flinches again. This time he flushes, the heat burning in his ears as he can no longer hold her gaze. If she keeps going he won't be able to stop himself.
"...maybe you should try calming down first." He warns again watching her cautiously from the corner of his eyes trying to steady his pounding heart. The words are for her however he is increasingly aware of how desperately he needs them. He should step away.
But the soft smile on her face entices him back, soon smiling and staring at her again. He doesn't flinch next time.
The finger that has been teasing him finds his exposed pecs from his sloppily unbuttoned shirt, tracing down the side as he watches in surprise. He hadn't expected her to be so bold. Is it tipsy curiosity or is she openly flirting with him?
Excited, he decides he needs to know the answer, leaning closer and resisting the urge to kiss the smile off her face.
"Why?" He asks the question, but her answer is silently hidden behind lidded eyes that stare at his lips again. Then they move down, roaming his exposed torso, down to the remaining closed buttons of his shirt. Right down to her knees, pressing against him. His body reacts but he knows he can't let it.
Reaching forward, he lifts her face, so her eyes are back on his. He can feel the warmth of her face on his fingertips, and he's reminded again that she's had a lot to drink.
"I'm gonna ask you to stop. You really are drunk." He cautions trying not to laugh at the sulky pout he receives in response.
"I'm not a lightweight. I was just a little tipsy." She complains, going to press an indignant hand into his chest while she frowns. Xavier finds himself laughing when he takes her hand, holding it gently in his. He can't help but retrace the night's events as he looks over her.
The black dress is gorgeous and gives him all the thoughts he's trying to pretend he doesn't have. He tries not to think about her pressed against him as they danced, of the way it tickled as she buried her face into his shoulder while he carried her.
Then his gaze is on her lips as he recalls the kiss he planted on her cheek at the pier. The beer had made him bold in the face of his own deliberate restraint.
"Xavier..." His name on her lips makes him look up into striking eyes. If she pushes just a little more his resolve is going to crumble. He almost confesses as much with a shaky breath when she shifts in her seat, knees rubbing against him making his body react again. He wants to tell her to stop but the words get stuck in his mouth.
"I'm sober." This information is a demolition to his walls.
"It's late, we should call it a night." He desperately grasps at a final way out thinking he can't let this happen. He's already done too much.
"I don't want to." Though her face is bright red he sees in her gaze that she's determined. Xavier can't help but release a defeated but happy sigh as he rests his head on her shoulder. His nails scratch at the wood of the table on the hand holding him up as he comes to his decision.
"Is it getting light outside...?" The question is tentative, said into her ear as he finds himself breathing deeply. A mixture of her chosen perfume for the event and the unique scent specific to her clouds his already foggy head. She hums as if to remind him that the sun isn't rising yet, but it will eventually.
"We can't delay the sunrise, but..." He whispers, expressing all of his longing into a kiss against her shoulder before brushing his face against the side of hers. He hears and feels her gasp as her legs split allowing him to take torturous steps closer, pulling her to the edge of the table so he can press against her.
"We can make the night a little darker..." Reacting to his words the door to his apartment swings shut with a gust of wind that glitters in the dim light. She can't change her mind now.
"Did you just-" Her question about his evol is stopped as Xavier caves to the desire burning at his core, pressing a desperate kiss into her lips. Both her arms wrap around his neck while one of his hands holds them steady as the other presses her against him. He expects her to be timid in the face of his passion but then she's deftly unfastening his last two buttons, fully opening his shirt, and exposing his chest as she pulls the offended garment down his arms.
He doesn't get a chance to voice his surprise at her boldness. The kisses she traces down his neck, his chest, and to his abs make the questions come out only as surprised grunts. The tension that has been twitching in his pants builds into a permanent torture, pressing hard against its binding. He cups her face in his hands stealing desperate kisses from her mouth, shoving his tongue inside to taste her. She sucks and nips when she pulls him down, so they are half lying on the table.
The excited huffs she makes as he trails his lips, biting and kissing, lapping at her throat, or what he can access from the halter neck of her dress, egg him on. The fire in his core is now an intense inferno ready to burn all in its wake. If he wants to get at more exposed flesh he's going to have to take her dress off.
Greedily he grabs at the hem of the skirt but when his knuckles brush her thigh, and she flinches he finds himself too impatient. Pulling her against him with another kiss, his free hand disappears under her dress, brushing up her thigh to relish the twitches this entices. Then he cups her through her panties, thumb pressed at the front while his index and middle finger explore the moistness of the fabric he finds there.
Groaning at the realisation he pulls away for the barest second. He needs her verbal consent even if all he wants right now is to rip both their clothes off and let go. She shudders when he strokes her through the cloth, and he gasps with desire.
"Last chance to go to bed."
"I want us both in bed." She replied with no hesitation, pulling him back down into a kiss while her legs wrap around his hips. She leaves them wide enough to allow the arm constrained between them to move, arching her back so that she presses on his palm. Groaning, he doesn't miss a second slipping his hand into her underwear.
When he slides his first finger inside the huff she makes causes his tension to press so desperately it almost threatens to spill. He can feel his body reacting, eager to get to the main event. He bends his finger, finding the spot within her walls that makes her throw her head back in a gasp so enchanting he can't take his eyes off her face.
Her brows knit in delightful torture at his movements, biting her lip as the second finger joins the first. He watches her writhe as he works, frowning when he decides he wants to watch the rest of her unexposed flesh flush.
His hand slips away, her wetness coating his fingers so thoroughly it takes all his self-control not to shove his hand in his pants to taunt himself with the promise of the near future. Instead he sucks his digits clean, savouring the taste of her arousal before looking back to the unsatisfied glare on her face.
When he bends down to remove her clothes he finds himself instead restrained as she leaps up, wrapping her arms around his neck once more, her legs around his hips tight enough to allow him to carry her. An impatient kiss bites into his lip causing him to smirk.
"Bedroom. Now." She commands. Obedient to a fault, Xavier lifts her from the table, vaguely noting there's a wet patch left on it.
He stumbles as they exchange kisses while he walks. Clumsily he kicks off his socks, glad they're both already rid of shoes. He almost trips when he hits the bed but catches himself, taking a moment to deposit her gently on the mattress.
With only moonlight streaming in through the window to illuminate them, it should be hard to see the flush of her skin, but it burns brightly in that pale light. He guesses he's probably in the same state while he fumbles with his belt. The tension beneath his pants is too much to handle the restriction any longer. When he's finished he stands up to look at her again, grasping himself and placing a thumb against his impatient tip. In that brief moment she's stripped herself down to her underwear, her expression so inviting it’s impossible to deny.
With a satisfied hum he climbs over her, pressing a chaste kiss to her mouth before it trails down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. He makes short work of the bra denying him access to her breasts, kisses moving further until he can cup his mouth around an aroused nipple. His tongue flicks the erect flesh playfully, earning a gasp as instinctually her left leg raises to pull him against her, thighs parting to allow him to bear down on her fully. His almost painful excitement rubs against her moist panties but as much as he wants to take that final step there's still work to be done. He needs to worship her after all.
Grinning into her eagerness and the way she moans his name as he works, he soon moves down, keeping one hand on her other breast to tease the nipple there with his fingers. As he presses kisses around her stomach, his other hand moves to finish his earlier work. She's almost dripping with her excitement, a realisation that makes him gasp while he easily slides two fingers inside, seeking out those spots again.
He curls his fingers, grinning as her hips buck on instinct, urging him to move his kisses further down. She huffs when he retracts his hand but doesn't scold him with more than an impatient glare before he’s sliding her underwear down her legs. More kisses pressed against her thighs, her knee as he grabs one of her legs, the other moving to slip through the garment so he can easily slide the last of it off. Then his lips are trailing up.
When his head is pressed between her thighs he decides the overpowering smell of her unique musk is more intoxicating than the beer they shared earlier in the night. He wonders if she changed her mind now, would he have been able to stop.
The gasp of his name as he thrusts his tongue inside tells him probably not.
He sucks and laps as he works, feeling her hands soon tangling in his hair. Boldly he watches her as he works, smirking as her back arches and she weakly grasps at his sheets. The tortured expression she makes when his fingers return to their work causes him to push against the mattress, his body eager. But he keeps working, his ministrations causing her chest to rise and fall as her breathing quickens, her body squirms. Then he feels her walls tensing. With a satisfied grin he pulls away, teasing eyes watching as she makes an animalistic growl in dissatisfaction.
She looks ready to scold him, but he catches her unspoken words in his mouth while lining himself up. Her cry of delight breaks them apart as he plunges inside, easily sliding his length with the help of her wet arousal. He has to push harder for those last few inches, her heat torturous in its pleasure as it wraps around him causing him to gasp. He takes a moment, allowing her to adjust and steadying himself at the same time. Then he carefully pulls back, not quite pulling out, feeling her walls shifting around the swell of his tip.
With an unsteady thrust, he begins a new rhythm, chasing the delirious currents of pleasure that wash over them each time he slams back inside. She's gasping, his name a prayer on her lips and he quickly kisses her mouth to answer it before nuzzling his face into her neck. Her hands slide up his shoulders but when he hits harder against her, her nails mark trails down his back. He's panting as he picks up the pace but it's not exhaustion that leaves him breathless.
It’s the way he feels her walls tensing around him, left so close to the edge that it doesn't take long for him to chase after that euphoria.
"Xavier!" She cries out, the only warning before he can feel her muscles spasm against him, delight pooling around his length. He gasps in response, the knowledge that he has pleased her intensely arousing as he chases after his own precipice. His tension builds as she squirms, overstimulated, and absolutely delighted. A harsh slam against her causes another cry, allowing him better accesses as he desperately pulls her against him with each thrust, trying to bury every last inch of himself. He feels his peak coming. Desire wins out and instead of pulling away he empties inside of her with a shuddered moan.
Softer, calmer thrusts follow his crescendo, his length still within her walls twitching with the last few hot spurts of his unbridled restraint. He drops his head onto the pillow next to her barely able to hold himself up, so he doesn't crush her.
Before he can too deeply scold himself over his lack of self-control, a delicate hand touches the side of his face reminding him of the events that started all this. He glances to her from the corner of his eyes expecting accusation but instead he sees a contented smile. It makes him want to kiss her and he indulges the urge.
Fatigue washes over him and though he doesn't want to pull away he does, sliding out of her causing them both to shiver. He sits back to watch her in the moonlight, eyes trailing the marks he’s left on her skin before watching how his lust is already spilling out of her.
"I wanted this too." She reminds him before an apology can form on his lips. He is reminded that she is very stubborn and decides that even if he'd had better restraint he would have fallen to her determination, as he always does.
"Let's get you cleaned up." He declares, moving to lift her from the bed mindful of her still injured ankle.
"Only if I get to clean you too." She bargains and he can't help the soft laughter and smile he directs to her teasing expression. He knows when he sleeps tonight his dreams will be filled with the bliss of her presence.